Title: The Old, The New, and The Old But Fairly New Again
Rating: R for language and innuendo
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 1,670
Warnings: Cross dressing, mention of Remus/Tonks… but that’s it, oh and man love but it’s kind of expected right?
Summary: Sirius is still a dog at heart, especially after all those years in Azkaban and now that he’s back from the veil… he’s struggling for the proper kind of attention from his master but can one brilliant (insane) idea give them a tug in the right direction?
Disclaimer: THEY AREN'T MINE.
Ever since Sirius came back from the Veil of Just Kidding I’m Not Really Dead, he’s been trying to live life to its… fullest. Which to anyone other than Remus, would look like he was completely and utterly insane; they obviously didn’t know him when he wasn’t living life, simply going through the motions.
It seemed, by some odd stroke of magic, that after Bellatrix Lestrange was killed (by Neville no less) Sirius was released from the veil… just like that. Simplicity is a bitch. But being Sirius, he hadn’t thought anything of it. After being briefed by a Ministry security guard named Jim who, for his credit, didn’t seem at all fazed that a wrongfully accused murder was walking out of the Department of Ministries at his leisure at roughly 3:30 in the morning, Sirius had made his way to Remus house.
Which would have been extremely romantic, sexy and movie like, since it was raining and all, except Remus was dealing with the death of Nymphadora Tonks… his wife.
Yeah. It didn’t go well. Because Sirius really couldn’t understand that everybody thought he was DEAD nor could he understand why any man, especially Remus could marry his cousin. But after banging on Remus’ bedroom door for roughly six hours, Sirius was rewarded with a tight lipped explanation of how Remus and Tonks had gotten together while Sirius was moping around Grimmald Place and how Remus hadn’t wanted to tell him because he didn’t want it to ruin their already fragile friendship.
Then Remus demanded to know how the hell Sirius was still alive.
That explanation took a lot of firewhiskey to believe… on both ends of the door. But alls well that ends well, and eventually there was an opening of said bedroom door. Unfortunately for Sirius, there was no snogging, amazing welcome back sex or even hand holding. Because Remus still considered married to Tonks until he took off his wedding band, which hadn’t happened yet and wouldn’t happen for another year.
Seriously.
But Sirius waited patiently, even though it was his COUSIN and he thought that maybe Remus had a fascination with every Black who had rebelled from the family. Sirius had questioned Remus about Andromeda and Regulus but Remus had just smiled coyly and changed the subject.
But now that Remus was officially healed from all his sorrow and blahblahblah, insert depressing sentence about werewolf shit and loneliness, he and Sirius rekindled their relationship.
And tonight, Remus was going to let Sirius get fucked.
Notice the let. Sirius has been pleading and begging to move their relationship from fumbling fingers for six months now but somehow, Remus always knew how to defuse the situation without actually having to tell Sirius no… or fight him off with a beaters bat.
But tonight, tonight was going to be different.
And when Remus disapparated from the flat to Hogwarts to teach, Sirius smiled and skipped out the door to pick up some things for that evening.
*
As Sirius looked around the small kitchen he smiled as he mentally ran through his check list.
A wonderful dinner under a warming charm that included all of Remus’ favorite things. Check.
Manly scented, but still romantic candles.
Check.
A small bundle of wild flowers on the dinner table.
Check.
Disgusting Joni Mitchell music that Remus happens to love.
Check.
Wonderfully sexed up Sirius.
…
Sirius glanced down at himself and once around the kitchen before making his way back to the bedroom that Remus and he shared. Remus was to arrive in almost ten minutes and Sirius hadn’t even gotten dressed yet.
He rummaged through the closet until he pulled out a long, thin, black box with no writing on it. A sense of giddiness ran through him as he sat down on the bed and opened the box in his hands. The white tissue obscured his vision of the outfit and he carefully removed it.
Sirius could hardly contain his glee. He quickly acknowledged his genius before hopping off the bed and into the bathroom to change. With several taps of his wand he was undressed and redressed as he immerged from the bathroom to look at himself in the full length mirror.
Looking into the mirror, Sirius found himself wearing the sexiest bit of clothing he owned, including that pair of delicious black leather pants. His hands automatically went to smooth down the wrinkles as his eyes gazed into his reflection. Sirius couldn’t help but lick his own lips at the sight in front of him.
He had gained back the weight that he had lost in Azkaban as well as the deep color of his skin and had cut his hair back to shoulder length. The outfit was more or less… a dress. And not just a dress, a French Maid dress; complete with white lace trim and apron. And he looked delicious in it, if Sirius had to say so himself. The way the dress was cut allowed a waist to be seen on his rather slim hips and the way the skirt of the dress flared out it looked as if he was curvy and delicious.
Sirius smiled into the mirror and bounded off into the living room, barely containing the giggle at twirl of the dress and how it made him want to run and play in a field of daisies.
Shit. He really needed to get some.
Before he can truly gather his thoughts he hears the subtle but definite pop of apparition and he can’t help the buzz of excitement go through him as he walks quickly to where he knows Remus will be hanging up his coat by the door.
Sure enough, Sirius entered the living room to find Remus with his coat on the rack and in the process of divesting his hat and briefcase… looking terribly Professor-ish and sexy. Grinning like a fool, Sirius moved silently across the living room to the door, taking in the feeling of hunting prey and the way the thread bare trousers Remus always wore hung low on his hips and made his arse look dishy.
And before Sirius can really lecture himself about waiting and building of climax and everything he’s supposed to be doing at the present time, he’s on Remus; pressing him against the door with his against lovely broad shoulders and his lips pressing intoxicatingly sweet against Remus’.
But ever ready, Sirius’ sudden assault doesn’t seem to warrant shock, because Sirius can feel the immediate response, Remus’ lips part and his tongue flicks against Sirius’ lower lip in a way that makes Sirius weak in the knees with a moan, as he presses himself more firmly against Remus. Remus and his wonderful cardigans who tastes like ink and cake and snow; who is here now, with Sirius… loving Sirius,
Sirius can hardly get his tongue tangled enough for his liking before Remus is pulling away and staring at him with knit brows that seemingly arch at the same time. Which he truly thought was impossible.
A hand check catalogs Remus’ as being at his waist… caressing Sirius’ apron.
Oh. Hence the expression.
“Sirius…” His tone is cautious, waiting the madness that generally emerges in moments such as these. “Would you kindly explain to me why you are dressed in a rather naughty French Maid costume?”
Sirius felt the ‘bad dog’ even if it wasn’t laced into the words intentionally. His head bowed and he burrowed into Remus’ neck, avoid the squirming that was begging to begin in him.
“MI Mufnted mto mpfae nyum mcomfmtale.”
“I’m so pleased you answered my question in such an articulate way.” Although Remus’ voice was laced with sternness, his fingers still stroked Sirius’ waist and they rumbled against his mouth like August.
It was really best to get this over with now, so they could have a pleasant evening full of food and sex.
Sirius lifted his head, but avoided Remus’ eyes.
“I wanted to make this more comfortable for you.”
An arched eyebrow was his only answer.
“Because, well you’ve been shagging bints and I’m not near as soft or… binty as a broad… and…” So much for being a Gryffindor.
A tense moment lay between the two of them; Remus’ able fingers stroking the outline of the apron around Sirius’ waist and Sirius’ practically bowed head so close to Remus’ that their noses would ghost with each breath.
“Sirius, if I wanted a woman I would have gone out and gotten one.” Remus’ hand tilts Sirius’ face until his grey eyes meet warm hazel. “Yes, I love Tonks… I do love her and miss her, Sirius. But I also love you, as I’ve loved you since I was thirteen and you are here now. Whether you dress in trousers or skirts, I will love you and make love to you, no differently.”
The swelling that seemed to happen in the room almost consumed Sirius and a he felt a tug of a smile on his face and the jerk of his heart in his chest. Remus loved him and wanted to make love to him. The giddiness was rising again.
“But you still like the dress right, this is okay?”
“Only if you are doing it for us.” Sirius can feel his smile stretch as he kisses his way up Remus’ cheek.
“Hmm. So I look good right?” Tracing Remus’ ear gets him a shiver and a bit of a growl.
“If it wasn’t for fear of becoming unconscious from lack of nuritiment I would take you right now, flip up that skirt of your and fuck you so hard against this wall- the neighbors could feel you come.”
OhMotherofMerlininashoebox.
Sirius ground his erection helplessly against Remus’ thigh and couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him mouth. But Remus was untangling them and tugging on his hand.
“Come on, something smells good.”
And as Sirius allowed himself to be tugged into the kitchen, thinking that it was really good to be back.
