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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin
  Character:
      Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Frottage, Morning_Sex, Morning_Head, idk_if_you_consider_that
      noncon_then_tread_lightly_on_part_two, Consent_is_given_tho, Remus_being
      a_mess, Remus_kinda_being_creepy, Well_he_thinks_about_being_creepy, but
      doesn't_act_on_it, bc_come_on, he's_Remus, Still, Consent_Issues, in
      theory_but_not_in_practice, Marauders'_Era, they_are_both_16_so_underage
      by_wizard_standards_i_suppose, Somnophilia, a_bit_of_it_anyway
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-24 Words: 2985
****** Shots ******
by NachoDiablo
Summary
     Remus and Sirius spend two of Remus' birthdays together, with varying
     degrees of awkwardness.
Notes
     Written for PuppyLoveLe (@bastardsirius on Tumblr), who came up with
     the premise, which I decided to write this week for no specific
     reason. <3
     Shout out to Mirgaxus for the last minute beta!
     There are some potential noncon elements to the situation, but let's
     be real, this is Remus, so it's all enthusiastically consented to in
     the end. Still, if you're sensitive to that sort of thing, tread
     lightly please.
See the end of the work for more notes
Monday, 10 March 1975
 
“Can’t believe James and Pete had the nerve to abandon you on your birthday. So
much for Marauder solidarity.” Sirius falls backwards onto Remus’ bed, tucking
his arms behind his head, letting his feet rest against Remus’ legs.
 
Remus looks up from his book. Sirius is grinning at him as he jams his toes
into the side of Remus’ thigh. Remus sighs as he rolls his eyes, hoping that
his cheeks aren’t showing any signs of the heat that he feels from Sirius’
touch. “Detention doesn’t count as abandonment. Especially not when they got
caught because  you  skived off guard duty.”
 
“Oi!” Sirius looks mildly affronted. “I did  not  skive off. S’not my fault
Pete told me to guard the wrong corridor. Worthless prat.”
 
“He says he gave you the correct instructions. Besides, we’ll celebrate
properly over the weekend.” Remus looks back down at his book. He doesn’t want
to see Sirius’ scowl. If he sees that scowl adorably marring Sirius’ sharp
features, he’ll start blushing for sure.
 
Merlin, if I start blushing, then Sirius might guess how I feel about him, and
then he’ll start taking the piss. Not that he won’t be nice about it
eventually, once James yells at him a bit, but even then...  Remus would prefer
not to perish from embarrassment on his own birthday.
 
“Doesn’t matter. In any case, they’re in detention and we’re not. I say we
celebrate anyway, tonight, since we’re both free and clear.” Sirius’ foot jabs
Remus’ thigh once more. Remus can hear the smirk in his voice. He sighs,
closing his book and placing it on the bedside table. There’s no use arguing
with Sirius when he’s got an idea in his head.
 
Remus cocks his head at Sirius expectantly. “I assume you’ve got an idea? Let’s
hear it then.”
 
Sirius grins as he sits up and waves his wand towards his own bed. A bottle of
firewhiskey flies across the room and into his hand. “Let’s play a game. Truth
or Drink.”
 
Remus raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you mean Truth or Dare?”
 
Sirius shrugs. “It’s just the two of us, and I don’t feel like wandering all
over the castle for some convoluted dare you’ve thought up to kill more time
before your turn. Bloody devious wolf. But sure, we can do Truth, Dare, or
Drink, as long as we keep everything within the confines of the dorm. Pick
truth or dare, and if you want to pass after you hear what it is, you take a
drink.”
 
Remus pauses to consider this. They’ve played Truth or Dare as a group before,
many times, often with the other Gryffindors. Two weekends ago, the addition of
butterbeer to the game had livened things up. Specifically, the frequency of
kissing dares had gone up considerably. Remus smirks as he remembers how
infuriated James had been when Remus had been dared to snog Lily Evans, and
accepted it.
 
He thinks for a moment as he remembers how Sirius had been dared to kiss the
most people- birds and blokes alike- and had accepted each and every one with
good humor. Sirius had dared himself to snog quite a few people as well.
 
Maybe after a few shots of firewhiskey, he’d dare  me  to snog him.  The
thought is a tempting one. Remus knows that Sirius will never want a
relationship with him, and even if he did, Remus isn’t supposed to want a
relationship, not with anyone, not with the way he is.
 
Still, it would only be one little snog or maybe he’d dare me to go even
further…  Remus tries not to shiver at the thought of Sirius’ lips trailing
down his neck, his hands roaming over his body, working their way downward…
 
It’s my bloody birthday. It’s okay, as long as it’s just this once. If it even
happens at all. Sirius does what he wants anyway. I’d just be… going along with
it...
 
Remus sits up straighter on the bed. “Er, let’s make it interesting. Let’s just
do Truth or Dare, except we both take a shot before each round.”  The quicker
we do the shots, the quicker we’ll get to the snogging. Not that there will
definitely be snogging. Just, if there so happens to be any snogging...
 
Sirius grins wider. “Brilliant as usual, Moony! Let’s get started.” He uncorks
the bottle and takes a healthy swig before passing it over to Remus. Remus
smirks back as he raises the bottle to his lips.
 
Oh. Oh, Merlin, no. Oh, this is nothing like butterbeer.  Remus’ werewolf nose
can smell the fumes before the bottle reaches his lips. It’s a sharp, spicy
scent that makes his eyes water. Resigned to his fate, Remus bravely takes a
swig, although he is careful not to let Sirius see that it’s significantly
smaller than it should be.
 
Why? Why do I do this to myself? Sweet Merlin, please don’t let me spew all
over my sheets.
 
Remus works hard to maintain a neutral expression as he passes the bottle back
to Sirius. He’s not breathing, because if he breathes, he will cough, and
possibly vomit.  So much for your brilliant plan, Lupin. You’ll choke to death
on this poison before you ever get sloshed enough for a snog.
 
“Truth or dare, Moony?” Sirius is grinning as he taps Remus’ knee.
 
“Truth.” Remus manages to squeak out a scratchy reply without Sirius noticing
anything is amiss.
 
“What’s the oddest place you’ve wanked off in the castle so far this year?”
 
“The library.” Remus’ answer flies out of his mouth without hesitation, seeing
as he is more concerned about getting his breathing back under control than he
is about embarrassing himself with his wanking tales.
 
“The  library?!  Moony, that’s brilliant! You manage to stay swotty even amidst
your depravity! Well done!” Sirius is laughing as he moves to take another swig
from the firewhiskey bottle.
 
“Wait!” Remus knows he can’t take another drink, but he also knows that Sirius
will catch on if he watches him try to fake it. “Er, let’s conjure up some shot
glasses, yeah? Don’t want to get backwash in the bottle, and er, that way we
can take the shots together.”  Smooth, Lupin. You complete and utter wanker.
 
Sirius shrugs again, waving his wand to produce two shot glasses, filling them
with firewhiskey. “Works for me. Here you are, let’s cheers, eh?”
 
Remus takes one of the glasses and raises it to clink against Sirius’ before
bringing it to his lips. While Sirius tosses his back, Remus takes advantage of
his distraction to whisper a quick Evanesco into his glass, vanishing the
firewhiskey. Merlin, he’ll take the piss if he finds out I can’t hold my
liquor. Shite. Guess I won’t be snogging Sirius now. Not if I’m sober and he
isn’t. Wouldn’t be right. Although, it’s not like I’d be the one to suggest it.
Sirius is always coming up with daft dares. If he’s the one who brings it up...
 
Remus clears his throat and raises an eyebrow. “Well? Truth or dare?”
 
“Dare, naturally.” Sirius grins as he sets down the firewhiskey bottle.
 
Wish we were a few more shots in. Both of us. Bollocks, this will never work.
He’ll notice. He’ll notice, and you’ll be mocked for the rest of the year. Nice
work, Lupin.
 
“Alright. I dare you to stick Prong’s toothbrush up your nose.”
 
“Done!” Sirius bounds over to the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later
with a mischievous grin on his face.
 
“Did you do it?” Remus is a bit nervous as Sirius sits back down on the bed
looking rather smug.
 
“Oh, don’t you worry Moony. I did it. To Prongs’ toothbrush. Maybe not  only
to Prongs’ toothbrush, and maybe not  only  in my nose, but that’s for me to
know and the rest of you to find out.”
 
Remus groans. “You’re joking. I hope. That’s what I’m going to tell myself,
anyway.”
 
Sirius grins, but doesn’t reply as he picks up the firewhiskey bottle. “Ready
for round two?”
 
Remus nods as he holds out his glass, raising it to his lips and vanishing the
next shot wordlessly. He breathes a small sigh of relief when Sirius doesn’t
seem to notice that he’s not drinking.
 
Not at first, anyway.  
 
Two shots later, after Sirius has admitted that he would lick the toes of the
Puddlemere United seeker after a game in exchange for an autograph without
hesitation, Sirius pauses before taking his next shot, eyebrows shooting to his
hairline.
 
“Moony, what are you- are you  vanishing  your firewhiskey?” Sirius looks far
too amused as Remus feels his face flush with heat.
 
“Er, well… I don’t really like it, so…”
 
“So you figured you’d let me get sloshed on my own?” Sirius is laughing now as
Remus covers his face with his hands.  Merlin, Lupin, anyone would think  you
were the sloshed one, coming up with such a crap plan.
 
“No, I just…”  I just wanted to snog you, and even though I’m bloody pathetic,
I’m not so pathetic that I’d ask for something impossible.
 
“Ah, come on now, Moony. It’s your birthday! We don’t have to drink if you
don’t like it, but there’s no reason to vanish away perfectly good
firewhiskey.” Sirius pops the cork back onto the bottle and sends it sailing
back towards his own bed with a flick of his wand. Another wand flick later,
and Remus is being pelted with every pillow in the room.
 
Sirius is grinning as Remus curses and fights off the pillows. “C’mon, you
tosser. Let’s go down to the kitchens and get a snack. I’m bloody starving.”
 
He strides out the door without looking back, leaving Remus alone on his bed,
dripping with feathers and frustration.



Wednesday, 10 March 1976
 
Oh, Merlin, that feels good. Yes, Sirius. Yes, just like that. So fucking hot,
Sirius, bloody hell, yes, more, want you, please Sirius, want you, want you
want you want you please Sirius oh buggeringfuckinghell-
 
“Oh!”  Remus’ eyes flutter open as he tries to catch his breath. He’d been
having the most wonderful dream, a dream with Sirius’ laughter in his ear and
his hands running down his chest, and his mouth wrapped around his cock, and
Merlin’s bollocks,  Sirius’ mouth is  actually  wrapped around his cock, what
the-
 
“Good morning, Moony.” Sirius is grinning up at Remus from between his legs,
one hand still on his cock as the other caresses his hip. “Alright for me to
keep going?”
 
“You- yes, bloody hell, keep going but- why are you- I-” Remus is at a loss for
words as Sirius licks his slightly swollen lips, still grinning wickedly, his
black hair disheveled around his face.
 
“It’s your birthday. I want to make you feel good.” Sirius leans back down to
run his tongue slowly up the underside of Remus’ cock, stopping when he gets to
the head to lick the precome from the tip. His eyes don’t leave Remus’ for even
a second as he starts working the shaft with his hand, swirling his tongue
around the crown before sucking hotly.
 
Remus is shaking as he props himself up on his elbows to get a better look as
Sirius angles to take Remus’ cock down his throat. Remus inhales sharply as
Sirius hollows out his cheeks and starts bobbing furiously, moaning as he takes
Remus’ cock deeper with each thrust.
 
Merlin’s bollocks, he’s bloody gorgeous. And he’s doing  that  to me. He  wants
to do this with me. He wants to be with  me .  Knowing that Sirius Black, the
bloke who could have anyone he wants at Hogwarts, wants to be with Remus and
only  Remus, for whatever daft reason… knowing that is enough to get Remus even
closer to his impending orgasm.
 
He gets a bit distracted when he notices that Sirius is rubbing his hips
against the mattress. His breath hitches.  Sirius Black has a stiffie from
sucking my cock. In my bed. Shite.
 
“Si-Sirius!” Remus is finding it hard to form coherent thoughts this morning,
but manages to tug at Sirius’ hair and get his attention. “Come here.”
 
Sirius frowns as he pulls his mouth off Remus’ cock with a wet popping noise.
“What’s the problem? I’ve got the silencing spells up. No one’s going to-
oomph!”  Sirius’ complaints are silenced as Remus bends over and grabs him by
the shoulders, pulling him up towards him into a searing kiss.
 
Remus moans into Sirius’ mouth as they kiss, trying desperately to get a hand
down Sirius’ pyjama bottoms. He’s not surprised when Sirius quickly works his
bottoms and pants down his legs, tossing them to the foot of the bed alongside
the ones he’d peeled off Remus earlier. Sirius pushes Remus back on the bed,
pressing their hips together and sucking on Remus’ neck.  Sirius always knows
what I want. What I need.
 
Remus lets out a moan as their cocks align. He loves feeling the heat and
weight of Sirius pressed against him. Remus thrusts upward, letting his cock
press against Sirius’, letting Sirius’ saliva and Remus’ precome mingle
together to get everything hot and wet and slick. He reaches up to grasp
Sirius’ hips firmly, grinding hard against them, growing dizzy as he inhales
the scents of sweat and sex and  Sirius  that fill the air.
 
Sirius sighs against Remus’ neck as he begins matching Remus’ thrusting rhythm.
“Fuck, Moony, you’re so-  ugh!”  He trails off as both boys pick up the pace,
gasping frantically. Sirius finishes first, muffling his cry into the pillow as
he spurts out hot ropes of come onto Remus’ stomach. He lets out a shuddering
sigh next to Remus’ ear as his hips slow their cadence, and Remus can just
barely make out the whispered  “I love you”  that slips from Sirius’ lips.
 
He loves me.
 
Remus grits his teeth and comes hard, bucking up one last time as he feels his
own come pulsing out onto his stomach to mingle with Sirius’. He feels boneless
as he lies back against the pillow, waiting for his heartbeat to slow down to a
normal pace as Sirius lies next to him, running a finger along Remus’ stomach,
swiping a bit of the come and bringing it to his lips for a taste, smirking at
Remus’ slack jawed expression.
 
“Protein is good for you, you know.” He leans over for a kiss, and the salty
taste on Sirius tongue makes Remus’ cock half-hard all over again. Sirius hums
happily as he nuzzles into Remus’ neck.
 
“I’d have been fine with giving you a blowie, you know. You didn’t have to get
me off as well. Not that I’m complaining, mind you.” Sirius snickers as Remus
flicks his ear before running a hand through those black tangles.
 
“I know. I just- I like when we do it together.”  I always like it better when
we do it together. When we do anything together.
 
“Yeah, but it’s your birthday. You’re allowed to be selfish on your birthday.”
Sirius chuckles. “At least tell me that this birthday is better than last
year’s when Prongs and Wormy ditched us. Ha! D’you remember that? We were doing
shots of firewhiskey and you were bloody vanishing them.”
 
“Oh, shut up.” Remus throws a hand over his eyes as Sirius laughs even harder.
“I wasn’t- I was trying to- er-”
 
“You were trying to what? Get me sauced so you could take advantage of me?”
Sirius keeps laughing, but Remus feels his face flushing even hotter.
Buggering fuck- come up with an excuse, come on, come  on , Lupin-
 
“Moony? Why so quiet? Kneazle got your tongue?” Sirius tone is teasing, but he
stops laughing as Remus remains silent for a moment too long. “Oh- you  were,
weren’t you? You wanted to get me sloshed so you could snog me! That’s
brilliant, Moony, I- augh!” Sirius lets out a shout of pain as Remus punches
him in the shoulder. “Ouch! What was that for?”
 
“It’s for being a tosser!” Remus is trying to sound irritated in order to hide
his complete and utter humiliation as he throws his hand back over his eyes.
Oh well, having a boyfriend was fun while it lasted. You complete and utter
git.  “I wasn’t trying to  take advantage,  I was just- you know, hoping that
we’d have a few drinks, inhibitions would be lowered… I don’t know.”
 
“Yeah well, it’s a bit different when only one of us is lowering our
inhibitions, isn’t it?” Sirius is not able to hold back his snickering, though
he’s making a valiant effort. He reaches up to move Remus’ hand away from his
face, placing a kiss to the tip of his nose.
 
Remus scowls, not meeting Sirius’ eyes. “I would have been lowering mine too,
if I hadn’t- I didn’t realize firewhiskey would be so bloody  foul.  Threw a
kink in the works, so to speak.”
 
Sirius giggles at the word  kink.  Remus rolls his eyes. Sirius leans back in
for another kiss, threading his hand through Remus’ hair and pulling him closer
as the kiss deepens, causing Remus to lose his breath all over again.
 
He’s panting a bit when they finally break apart. Sirius cups Remus’ cheek,
looking at him intently, warmly. “You’re bloody adorable, you know that?”  
 
Remus tries to come up with a snarky response, but he can’t.  Not when he’s
looking at me like that. Like I’m something special.
 
Remus says nothing, content to stare back at Sirius with a small smile playing
on his lips. Sirius’ soft expression turns mischievous as his hand leaves
Remus’ cheek and starts tracing its way down his chest. Sirius shifts slightly,
making his way back down the bed towards Remus’ rapidly rising cock.
 
“You know, Moony, we’ve still got time before breakfast, but I think I’ll need
a snack in the meantime. I’m bloody  starving.”
End Notes
     Thank you for reading! You can find me on Tumblr @NachoDiablo
     obsessing over all things Marauders and Wolfstar.
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