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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin
  Character:
      Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin, Peter_Pettigrew, James_Potter, Minerva
      McGonagall, Albus_Dumbledore, Fred_Weasley, George_Weasley
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-18 Words: 4046
****** Moony and Padfoot: Revealed! ******
by Amuly
Summary
     Fred and George abruptly find out that the two men they’re staying
     with at Grimmauld Place are, in fact, their all-time idols. Set
     during Christmas break OotP.
            It had started out like any other morning. Remus had woken,
stretched, and immediately been assaulted by his bedmate. Sirius had woken,
stretched, and immediately assaulted Remus.
            A half hour later, Remus was untangling himself from Sirius’ grabby
hands and stumbling into the shower.
            A half hour after that, Remus was untangling himself from Sirius’
grabby hands and stumbling out of the shower.
            They finally made it downstairs with hair still dripping and
stomachs growling. Remus set about making tea and eggs, while Sirius set out
their places and checked the owls for the day’s Daily Prophet.
            By the time they were settled, munching on eggs and sipping tea as
they passed pieces of the newspaper back and forth, dawn was breaking and a few
of the other occupants of the house were stirring. The first down the stairs
were the Weasley twins – no doubt wanting to get an early start on whatever
secret project they had been working on for the last six months. They greeted
Sirius and Remus perfunctorily before setting about making toast and bacon for
themselves.
            Remus was reading an interesting article on upcoming Wizengamot
legislation when he caught Sirius’ hand sneaking over to the twins’ plates out
of the corner of his eye. He smacked the hand away before it could snag some
toast.
            “Moooony,” Sirius whined.
            “Padfoooot,” Remus whined right back.
            There was a clatter of forks and mugs, and twin Weasley’s were
abruptly choking on the other side of the table. Remus and Sirius stared
blankly at the two, waiting for their coughing fit to subside.
            George recovered first. “What did you two just call each other?”
            Remus and Sirius glanced at each other, raising twin eyebrows.
After a moment of silent communication, Remus responded to the question. “It’s
a nickname from our school days. I’m Moony – the reason for which, I’m sure you
boys can guess – and Sirius is Padfoot. Again, the reasons are fairly obvious.”
            “You’re Moony and Padfoot?” Fred’s jaw was practically hitting the
table, it had dropped open so wide.
            Next to him, Sirius was quivering with suppressed mirth. Remus did
his best to ignore it. “Yes, we are. Do I dare ask how the two of you-”
            Remus never had a chance to finish his question, because the next
thing he knew, the twins were leaping from their chairs and dashing around the
table. Once at Sirius and Remus’ sides, they threw themselves on the ground,
prostrating themselves before the two men. “We are your humble servants!” They
chanted, in what seemed to be a planned speech. “We are but squibs amidst your
warlock supremacy! You are the Merlin’s of mischief, the Arthur’s of Hogwarts,
the Romulus’...” the twins cut off, glancing at each other.
            “Honestly, we planned the speech before we knew it was you, Lupin,”
Fred reassured him.
            “Bit of brilliance, isn’t it?” George mused from his still
partially-prostrate position on the floor.
            “Oh, for...” Sirius stood and yanked George up by his elbow. He
dragged the twin over to his brother, then yanked him up too. “In the living
room, the lot of you. Let Padfoot consult with Moony for a moment, then we’ll
come talk to you.”
            The twins obediently backed out of the room, with much bowing and
scraping as they did.
            Sirius turned back around to look at Remus, who was still sitting
patiently in his chair. “Well.”
            Remus sighed. “Well.”
            “They must have had the Map before Harry.”
            Remus fiddled with the edges of his newspaper before he looked back
up at Sirius. “They were probably the ones who gave it to him.”
             There was a moment of silence as the two men stared at each other.
Sirius was the first whose face broke into a grin. He started laughing, and in
a moment Remus couldn’t help but join him with an undignified snort. “Stop it,
Sirius.”
            “Can’t...” Sirius gasped for breath, until he was leaning on Remus’
shoulder, chest heaving, “Can’t help it, love.”
            Remus’ eyes widened, and he glanced around Sirius’ midsection
toward the living room, where they had banished the twins. After a moment’s
observation, he glanced up at Sirius, both hands resting lightly on his waist.
“Do you think we should tell them about us, too?”
            Sirius laughed, grasping Remus’ hands and squeezing them gently.
“Sure. Maybe it’ll scar the boys enough to remain uninspired by us,” he joked.
            “Doubt that.” Remus looked past Sirius again, thumbs stroking his
waist. Finally he took a deep breath and pushed himself up. He let Sirius kiss
him in support, and then the two men headed into the living room together.
            The Weasley twins were sitting on the floor in front of the couch
like a couple of five-year-olds waiting for their bedtime story. Sirius and
Remus exchanged an awkward look before settling in front of the two teenaged
boys on the couch. “Erm...” Sirius stared at them. The redheads stared back.
            “Why don’t you boys sit in a chair?” Remus suggested.
            The twins scrambled up, shoving each other to try and get the spot
closest to Sirius and Remus in the opposite chairs. Eventually they settled,
sitting practically on top of one another, and leaned forward in expectation.
Sirius and Remus glanced at each other again.
            “Well,” Remus folded his hands and placed them in his lap, “what
would you want to know first?”
            There was a moment of silent communication between the twins,
before Fred turned back to the men and asked: “How’d you first find the Room of
Requirement?”
            Sirius spluttered, coughing hysterically next to Remus, who in turn
felt his face blushing as red as the twins’ hair. “Ah...”
            Sirius sighed as he watched Remus pace. He knew full was in two
days, and he knew Remus was frustrated out of hismindwith sexual energy. But
there wasn’t exactly anything they could do about that – not with James laid up
with a cold and stuck in the dorms for Merlin knew how long. And somehow the
professors had sealed off the classrooms to even the most aspiring – and horny
– young wizards.
            “Can’t I just take you right here?” Remus growled.
            Fuck. Sirius was hard just hearing that voice, that command. He
shifted uncomfortably against the wall and watched as Remus continued to pace.
            “I’m sorry. I’d suggest Shack, but...”
            Remus shook his head, shaggy hair falling in front of his eyes. “No
Shack.”
            Abruptly, Sirius felt the wall shift behind him, and he jumped away
from it. Always had to be on your toes at Hogwarts. To his surprise, a door was
forming in the wall. “Hey, Moony, come look at this.”
            The other boy came to a stop next to Sirius, though Sirius could
still feel the tension boiling off of Remus. The wall stopped shifting once the
door was complete. It was a heavy iron door, sort of like a dungeon door, but a
bit more...garish.
            Sirius shrugged. “Well, let’s see what’s inside.”
            Twenty minutes later, Remus was fucking Sirius into a silk bed as
Sirius howled and pulled at the restraints wrapped around his ankles and
wrists. The two boys screamed their completion even as Remus continued to
scratch, pull, and thrust into Sirius. They collapsed, twin puddles of mindless
satisfaction, onto the bed.
            The restraints released their hold and Sirius was able to pull
Remus into his arms, stroking his shaking back. “Better?”
            Remus groaned. “Every full. Two days before every full we’re coming
here.”
            “Absolutely.”
            “Well...” Remus glanced over at Sirius, who still hadn’t recovered
from his hysterics. “It was... an accident.” Next to him, Sirius’ eyes widened
and Remus hurried on quickly. “Just, James was pacing in front of it, trying to
think of a prank. And the door appeared.”
            The twins nodded, perfectly in sync. “That’s how we got it too!”
George was practically falling out of his seat with pride.
            “Wait, was James Harry’s dad James?” Sirius and Remus both nodded
at Fred’s question. “He was a Marauder?”
            Apparently the mention of James was enough to bring Sirius out of
his sexual reverie-induced hysteria, and he leaned forward, clasped hands
dangling between his legs. “James was Prongs. He and I were the absolute best-”
he glanced over at Remus, a sly grin crossing his face, “or, I suppose you
could say, worst of the bunch.”
            Fred and George stared at each other, wide-eyed. “Wow.” Fred
breathed.
            “Gives you a whole new respect for little Harry, doesn’t it?”
George responded.
            “Hey, now don’t go getting my Godson in trouble.” Shocked, Remus
turned to Sirius and raised an eyebrow. The other man smiled faintly and turned
back to the twins. “Well... not too much trouble. Every boy deserves a bit of
fun.”
            “What about the Honeydukes tunnel?”
            Remus coughed. “What about it?”
            “Well...” George gestured vaguely. “How’d you find it? What’d you
use it for?”
             Sirius’ giggles were echoing all-too-loudly through the tunnel.
Even Remus, in his completely sloshed state, knew that. “Sirius! Be quiet!” He
whispered. Well, he sort of whispered. His voice ended up echoing through the
tunnel as much as Sirius’ giggles had, so apparently he hadn’t been as quiet as
he had thought.
            “Love you, Moony. I love you...” Sirius partially collapsed on top
of a still-standing Remus, all heavy limbs and hot breath and… oh... hard
cock... Remus whimpered. “I love you, and… and… I love firewhiskey.” Sirius
giggled some more, bringing the bottle up to his lips and drinking messily.
            Remus turned into him, stopping in their drunken stumble through
the tunnel. “I...” he was pretty sure he was supposed to say something serious.
Something proper, and rule-abiding, and that would bring Sirius under control.
Instead, all he managed to mumble was: “I love you, Pa’foot. C’mere.”
            The kiss was horribly messy: all tongues and saliva and alcohol
tainted breath. Still, it was enough to make the boys drop their loot and
collapse on top of each other in the small tunnel. Their hips were thrusting
against each other completely without rhythm, but it was enough to make Remus
moan and press up for more, more, more.
            “Siri...” Sirius’ body was covering Remus, too heavy with Sirius
not cogent enough to hold himself up. But so warm, and hard, andoh, Sirius’
teeth were nipping at Remus’ neck.
            “Remi... love you...” Sirius stiffened and cried out above him.
Remus whined as he felt the wet heat of Sirius’ come against his hip. He
couldn’t... not yet...
            A hand snaked down between them, grabbing Remus’ groin and stroking
it through cloth hurriedly. “Come on, Moony. Come...” And with a whimper, Remus
came, little pinpricks of pleasure drifting through the numbing effect of the
alcohol.
            The next morning, the boys dragged themselves up from the ground.
They were covered in dried come, vomit, and spilt firewhiskey. It was with
great difficulty that they managed to stumble to the Gryffindor showers, before
collapsing on one of their beds. Both were too hung over to bother checking
which.
            Remus groaned. What the hell had been wrong with the two of them
all those years ago? He stole a glance at Sirius, who was grinning rakishly at
him, obviously remembering the same night. Remus felt his insides hum
pleasurably beneath the force of Sirius’ happiness. Oh, right. He had been
thinking the same thing back then that he was now: Sirius.
            “Well,” Sirius picked up the train of the conversation this time,
“Remus and Pete would grab butterbeer when James and I won in Quidditch. That
sort of thing.”
             The twins gasped and high-fived each other. “We’ve done that,
too!”
            “Good to know you’re carrying on the tradition.”
            Remus almost fell to the floor at Sirius’ off-handed remark. He
shot him a wide-eyed look, which, after a moment’s puzzlement, Sirius returned.
            “The tradition of...Mischief! I mean...oh, bloody hell. Remus?”
            But Remus was too busy spluttering and trying to get the image of
the Weasley twins shagging the way him and Sirius had back in the day out of
his mind to come to Sirius’ rescue.
            Meanwhile, said twins were glancing back and forth between Sirius
and Remus, as if they were having some sort of fit. Which, Remus figured, they
probably looked as though they were.
            “Ask us something else! Something...” Remus wanted to say
“Something that isn’t about Sirius and I shagging!” but it wasn’t as though the
twins’ questions had been purposefully lewd. “Just, anything else. Please.”
            The twins glanced between the two of them, confused, but continued
with their questions. “Approximately how many times did Filch manage to catch
you?”
            “And did he still use whips and chains back then?”
            A loud groan erupted from Sirius. “Fuuuuck.”
            Remus jumped up from his spot on the couch, manhandling Sirius by
his elbow until he came with him. “We’re just going to... um... tea.” Bollocks.
            Once secured in the kitchen, Remus turned to Sirius, who was
glaring at the twins through the closed door. “I think they know,” he growled.
“There’s no way...”
            Remus sighed, busying himself with making tea. “They don’t know,
Sirius. It’s our own damn fault for... erm... our promiscuity in school.”
            Sirius snorted. “If you can call it that.” After a moment of
continued glaring at the oblivious Weasley twins, Sirius snuggled up to Remus,
wrapping his arms around him as he made tea. “Do you remember the chains?”
            Remus felt himself twitch as Sirius’ hands slipped lower and lower,
thumbs rubbing little patterns into his clothes. “And the whip we nicked from
Filch?” His voice was just a murmur against Remus’ ear. He leaned back into
that warmth, closing his eyes with a contended sigh.
            “We had no idea what we were doing.”
            A hum of agreement vibrated its way through Sirius’ body and into
Remus’. “Maybe. But we had a hell of a good time figuring it out.”
             Sirius’ breathless laugh echoed down the corridors all the way
from Filch’s office to the Room of Requirement. Remus figured he must have
woken up the entire bloody castle by now, between the laughter, running
footsteps, and cracks of the whip every hundred meters or so.
            They skidded to the stop on the other side of the Room, spinning
around and dashing the other direction in a pattern well-practiced. On the
third pass the door appeared, and Sirius dragged Remus in by his robes. The
instant the door was closed, Sirius had Remus shoved up against it, plundering
his mouth with his tongue. Remus whimpered under the onslaught, opening his
mouth and wrapping his arms around Sirius, pulling him closer.
            As they pulled apart, Sirius dragged Remus backwards, farther into
the room, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Can’t believe you did that,” Remus
wondered.
            “All for you, mon cher.” With a wink, Sirius twirled them around,
flinging Remus onto the bed. Remus landed with a soft thump and a laugh, and
began stripping quickly.
            “You only get a few lashes, Sirius,” Remus warned. They had wanted
to try something like this forages, but Sirius had insisted they do it with
Filch’s whips. The whips that the Room provided lacked a certain mischievous
eroticism. As it was, neither of them knew if they would like doing it at all –
they just knew that they had both gotten off whispering erotic little scenes
into the others’ ear multiple times. Now was their chance to put theory to the
test. “Then I get to have a go.”
            Remus splayed himself out accordingly on the bed, letting the
magical restraints wrap around his wrists and ankles. They had done this part
enough times to know the routine by now.
            As it turned out, Sirius was the one who liked getting whipped,
howling with pleasure at every lash, rutting against the silken sheets like a
dog in heat. And even though it hadn’t been close to the full, Remus found that
helovedthe feel of pounding into Sirius’ arse warmed by lashes and covered in
red welts. They were going to have to try this again when Remus was feeling
more dominant – there was no telling what kind of reaction he might have then.
            The teakettle whistling brought Remus out of his reverie, and he
nudged Sirius off of him. “Come on. I’m sure we can relay some stories to the
twins without it turning into a pornographic novel.” Sirius looked doubtful.
“There’s got to be some things we did...”
            Sirius stared at him, before breaking into a grin and ruffling his
hair. “When you think of something, let me know.”
             Before Remus could rebuke Sirius, he had grabbed the tea tray and
rushed out to the living room. Remus sighed and followed with the creamer and
sugar.
            “To answer your question,” Sirius was saying as Remus served
everyone tea, “Yes, Filch had whips, but no, he never used them on us.” Remus
hoped the twins didn’t notice the slight stress Sirius put on the word “he”.
Luckily, the twins’ eyes had lit up at the first confirmation of the whips, and
didn’t seem to pay attention to much after that.
            Remus clapped his hands together. “One last question for now. We’ll
answer some more at supper, but Sirius and I have other business to attend to
now.” Like trying to come up with age-appropriate versions of all their
Marauderly escapades.
            The twins put their heads together for a moment, whispering
rapidly. Finally they pulled apart, and George asked: “What was the greatest
prank you or your fellow Marauders pulled on each other?”
            A whimper escaped Remus’ throat. Couldn’t they have asked about
they greatest prank they had ever pulled in general? That, surprisingly, was
completely non-sexual: they had enchanted the snow to rise up and attack first
years after the first snowstorm of the year. Great big snow-trolls, snow-
giants, and snow-minotaur’s had roamed the grounds, chasing after first years
and then dissolving back into the ground, waiting for another unsuspecting
eleven-year-old to stroll by.
            But the best prank they had played on each other...
             “Ah, Sirius, there...” Remus gasped and pushed back onto Sirius,
clenching the sheets in his hands. Sirius pushed into him steadily: hard,
powerful thrusts that were now hitting his prostate every time.
            “Shit, Remus, so good.” Sirius’s hands skittered along Remus’ back,
their path slicked by the sweat that was accumulating on both boys’ bodies.
They slipped around to Remus’ chest, one pinching a nipple as the other slid
down, closer and closer to Remus’ cock.
            “Ah... ah!” Remus cried out at the little flare of sensation from
Sirius’ pinch. It was only a week after full, and his nipples were always
extra-sensitive then. And of course Sirius knew this. He flung his head back,
arching against Sirius and pushing back as if there was nothing else in the
world besides Sirius, his bed, and this pleasure. As Sirius’ hand tugged at the
thick nest of pubic hair above Remus’ groin, there really was nothing else in
the world for him.
            He reached a shaking hand back, gripping at Sirius’ arse and
squeezing tightly. Sirius moaned: a deep, heady sound that went straight to
Remus’ cock. “Please, Siri... touch me...”
            Sirius moved faster, thrusting into Remus with diminishing control.
“Not yet. Wanna... fuck, Remus... come... together.”
            Remus keened, a desperate needy sound. He wasso close. He was
teetering just on the edge of orgasm. All he needed was Sirius just to fuck him
a little harder, a little faster, to just stroke his cock a half-dozen times...
            “Surprise!”
            Sirius and Remus jerked against each other as the shout filled the
room. Their eyes darted around frantically. Light suddenly blinded them as
their curtains were ripped open. Streamers and confetti fell from the air, and
when their vision finally cleared, they found themselves staring at a baffled
Dumbledore, McGonagall, Slughorn, Sprout, and Flitwick. Some insanely rational
part of Remus’ brain informed him that they must have been having a Heads of
House meeting in Dumbledore’s office. The other part of Remus’ brain was
screaming at him to run, run now!
             Remus shoved backwards, dislodging Sirius from him and yanking the
blankets up over the two of them. “Professors!”  He managed to squeak out.
            Professor McGonagall was the first to recover, more used to the
antics of the young men in front of her than the other professors. “Since I
assume this is the work of Potter and Pettigrew, fifty points from Gryffindor
each.” She blinked and glared at them above her glasses. “Aren’t you underage,
Mr. Lupin?”
            Remus whimpered and pulled the blanket up to his chin.Fuck. How was
he still hard?
            Sirius, bless him, came to his defense, wrapping long fingers
around a blanket-covered shoulder. “He’ll be of age in three months, professor!
And I’m only six months older. It’s not like I’m...” his gaze drifted to
Dumbledore and he quickly snapped his mouth shut.
            Dumbledore observed the two young men from above his half-moon
spectacles, though his blue eyes were far less steely than McGonagall’s. “I
believe having their professors as observers to their... tryst... is quite
punishment enough, don’t you think, Minerva?”
            McGonagall sniffed, but nodded. “Be sure to inform Potter and
Pettigrew that they have detention with me for the next two weeks.Someoneought
to pay for the images now torturing my mind.”
            Remus nodded vigorously. “Yes, professor! We will. Um...” he
glanced down at their bed, then back at the professors. “Do any of you know
how-” With an abruptpop, Dumbledore’s office disappeared, and the familiar
settings of their dorm room materialized around them.
            James' triumphant face greeted them. “That’swhat you get for
forgetting your silencing spells!”
            Remus and Sirius looked at one another. Remus’ cheeks felt hot, and
he knew that his face had turned completely red. Sirius looked similarly
embarrassed, though not as red as Remus was. “Listen, um...” Sirius sighed and
fiddled with the teacup in front of him, before slamming it down on the table.
“Remus?” he pleaded.
            Remus sighed, setting down his tea on the table. “Listen, Fred,
George: Sirius and I...” he glanced over at Sirius from permission, and got a
wink in return, “We’re together. In a...” he sighed, “a romantic relationship.”
            There was a moment of silence as the twins regarded Sirius and
Remus. Quietly, starting so slowly it almost was imperceptible, a soft chuckle
filled the silence. The chuckle morphed into a soft laugh, and grew until both
twins were falling over each other with heaving laughter.
            “Moony... Moony and Padfoot...” Fred gasped.
            “I always knewthere was something off about their comments to each
other on the map!”
            “Oh...oh sweet Merlin...”
            Remus patiently waited the laughter out, while Sirius grumbled
something about biscuits and stormed off into the kitchen. Remus allowed him a
moment – he never did like it when James and Peter teased them about their
relationship, much less a couple of boys almost two decades their juniors. He
then turned a stern eye on the Weasley’s. “I believe it would serve your best
interests if you didn’t tease Sirius about this.” He raised an eyebrow and
leaned toward the boys. “I may have compunctions about hexing former students,
but he doesn’t. And we were Marauders, after all.”
            Two pairs of eyes widened before both mops of red hair nodded
vigorously. “No offense intended, Moony.” Fred stuttered and glanced at George.
“We...we can call you Moony and Padfoot, can’t we?”
            Remus stood, collecting the teacups and things. “So long as you
don’t irritate Messer Padfoot, I suppose it’s alright.” He shooed the boys away
and carried the tea into the kitchen. Sirius was standing there...peeling
biscuits? Remus watched as Sirius systematically tore apart a plateful. After
he had watched five biscuits crumble under Sirius’ restless hands, Remus
stepped forward, wrapping an arm around his waist and resting his chin on his
shoulder.
            “Alright?”
            Sirius snorted. “Fine. Bloody boys and their questions.”
            “More like bloody us and our memories.” Remus shook Sirius a little
bit, then gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Want to go upstairs and be foolish
boys again?”
            Sirius grinned. “So long as the twins don’t interrogate us about
that.” With a firm smack on the arse, Sirius pushed Remus up the stairs and to
their bedroom.
 
 
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