Title: Two Sides of a Coin
Team: Team MWPP
Rating: Rish
Warnings: Language, boy!love, mild drug use, allusions to sex
Summary: It's April 20th and Sirius has been doing research
Prompt: "The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it." (Oscar Wilde)
Genre(s): Romance
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"Moonbeam..." Remus tried to grasp the last little tendrils of his dream as he ascending into consciousness. But it was to no avail, whatever he was dreaming about had left his mind. The seemingly (but most certainly not) innocent being in the boy dorms at this hour had careened into his mind.
"Fkummp." Well, he didn't claim to be particularly articulate in the morning hours, at least not until he'd had tea and a few slices of jam slathered toast.
"My wonderful little Moonbeam." Why in Merlin's name did that insufferable bastard keep calling him that? Remus flailed his arms out from beneath his duvet and collided with a solid object covered in hair; he pushed it away and tried to find other parts to wound with his legs.
"Aww, is little Moonbeam grumpy this morning?" Fucking Sirius.
"If you don't stop calling me that horrid nickname I will be forced to eat you in three days time, when I grow insanely long fangs and fur."
The shaggy head of Sirius Black came into focus as he jumped off the floor next to Remus' bed and landed in a tangle of boy limbs on Remus' chest. If Remus was fully alert, not making-threats-conscious (he was always mindful enough to do that), but if Remus was truly awake he would worry about his morning erection and his cock's apparent delight in having his insanely straight roommate straddling his chest. But, he wasn't completely coherent... so he could worry about that later. Because falling desperately in lust (or love, he hadn't quite gotten that figure out yet) was something to worry about. Something he had been worrying about for roughly two years now and it was becoming a problem. Because Sirius liked to be naked and Sirius liked everyone to take showers at the same time as everyone else because he "thought up pranks better in the shower, because being naked and beauty always does that to a bloke, and needed immediate input", because Sirius had no sense of personal space and always seemed to be touching, touching, touching. Because eventually, his control was going to snap and he would ruin the Marauder's friendship forever, just because he couldn't keep his knob in his trousers!
For now though, he needed to concentrate on what time it was exactly and why Sirius insisted on waking him first (worrying would most certainly come later).
"Why?"
Sirius bloody beamed down at him with a smile that would stop the breathing of many girls, soak the knickers of women, make professors negate detentions and men wish they knew his secret of how to manipulate people with a single smile. This smile, at this hour, only meant one thing... extreme trouble, especially for Remus. But despite this, Remus could not help but notice how beautiful (oh goodness, could he even say that and still consider himself man?) Sirius looked and how the energy Sirius had always been famous for was radiating from him. Remus ignored the hippogriffs dancing in his stomach, as they certainly were not because Sirius was looking at him like that. Nope. No way.
He also wasn't thinking about how this shirtless Sirius had appeared in his fantasy (almost all his bloody fantasies, fantasy!Sirius never minded his own damn business [much like reality!Sirius]) as he had a good wank before bed last night. Remus was not thinking about Sirius underneath him with rose coloured nipples and breathy moans or arching hip bones that he could bloody see because not only was Sirius shirtless and touching him, but he also lacked sleep pants. Bloody hell.
"Oh Moonbe-Moony, it's a wonderful spring day, and it is the first day of the rest of our lives."
"Can you even see the sun yet, Padfoot?" The smile grew wider and Remus tried to snuggle deeper into his pillow but it only made Sirius lean down, his sparkling grey eyes inches from his own pair of golden brown. Remus tried not to squirm, but goodness... Sirius felt good and his lips looked glorious from this angle. There was an intense urge to just kiss him, close the two inches between their lips and just fucking get it over with. Even if it is the only kiss Remus got, it would be worth it. The temptation was almost too much, but somehow, probably because of the smell if he was completely honest, he manages to hold back. He could smell Sirius' scent, mixed with sleep and mint and what may or not be socks. In response, Remus just arched his eyebrow and Sirius shrugged sheepishly but without shame. Remus often pondered how it was, that Sirius always seemed to know exactly what he is thinking.
"I was up, Moony. I was up and I couldn't go back to sleep and I was bored and you said I couldn't wake you up until 7 unless... well I know you said something really awful would happen to me if I did, and I swear I was paying attention but, really, your threats have all been sounding the same lately. I know it was really bad, so I didn't get you up, even though I think one of the numbers on the clock was a seven. Soooooo, I changed and ate some of Prongs' socks. Did you know he stole some of Lily's knickers? I found them underneath his bed, I'm really starting to worry about him. Anyway, it's seven and we are going to have a wonderful day."
Remus blinked.
"Sorry, forgot. Tea and toast first, right!" Sirius squirmed down Remus. Remus' eyes bug out of his head as he felt warm, happy Sirius against some of his more sensitive parts before Sirius leaped off the bed and rummaged around on the floor. The entire situation could be avoided if Sirius would just fucking wear clothes to bed... but no bed clothes will constrict Sirius Black. The boxers Sirius wore kept shifting scandalously and if Remus wasn't trying not to stare he would swear Sirius had a stiffy. But he couldn't be sure because, fuck... well he was making a point not to stare or notice or glance or drool. With a couple clatters of dinnerware and tea slopped onto the tray, Remus sat up in his bed with a lap full of tea, raspberry jam toast and Sirius (when did his elbows get so bloody bony?).
Remus blinked again, mouth open, ready to express some sort of gratitude or ask exactly what was wrong with his toast or tea and when he was going to experience the consequences of Sirius' generosity, but Sirius had already shoved a warm, jam-covered piece into his mouth and started to talk. Naturally.
"I was reading my Muggle Studies book like you told me to do. Oh, don't look so shocked, Moonikins (Remus' -Please stop calling me that- face looked a lot like shock), and I came upon this wonderful day and this wonderful thing and I'm pretty sure this is the best Muggle invention ever! I mean, really! And they have this day, dedicated to it and no one here in the Wizarding World knows about it, Moony. So I talked to that kid Smith," Sirius gestured rudely with his hand in what Remus could only suspect meant that Smith was a Hufflepuff and kind of unpopular. Remus nodded and Sirius sloshed tea on him as he bounced up and down on the bed. The smile was fighting its way to the surface, making his lips twitch, but Remus ignored it, it was best not to let Sirius know how cute he actually was.
"Anyway, I stole some of Wormtail's Muggle money that he collects, but never uses." Remus doesn't even pretend to be shocked or chastise Sirius. Sirius seemed to notice it too, and smiled down at him again, shoving another bit of toast into Remus' mouth. Sirius smeared the jam on his fingers against Remus lips and his gaze lingered on Remus chest, making Remus squirm (legs flailing just a bit to disguise what may or may not be categorized as a thrust).
"Yeah... so I cornered Smith and I mean, I've tried this stuff over the summer and it was great, but then I started reading about it today and then I went to the library." Remus' eyebrows raised at the word 'library' and 'Sirius', but he let it slide because Sirius had what looked like a blush on his high, aristocratic cheeks.
"Listen Moony," Sirius looked stern and Remus nodded, and sipped at his tea from one hand that wasn't trapped by Sirius' leg. "It will relax you. It has all these really great effects on your mind and it will help before the moon. Because we all know how you get before the moon, and really Moony you're all grumpy and ‘leave me alone with my books or I will eat you and never do your homework again' and then I have to hang out with Prongs and Wormtail so much that I actually start to like Evans and it's just not right, it sucks because we can't do anything about it and leaves you alone and me without my Moony. But now I can. Do something about it that is."
Remus swallowed the last bit of toast in his mouth, ignored the 'my Moony' comment (not thinking about showing Sirius exactly what his Moony could do) and looked Sirius in the eye, there was excitement there, as always, but there was also concern and something else Remus could not put his finger on but it smelled like affection. He licked his lips and nodded his head, gesturing with his hand for Sirius to continue because now that Sirius had looked at him like that, Remus had no chance at any sort of quality protest.
"Marijuana." Remus' eyes widened and he gulped down his tea, he had once been a Muggle too and was mildly familiar with it (by mildly, he meant during moons). Sirius took the tray on his lap, let it clatter to the floor and (of fucking course) replaced its spot on Remus' lap with himself. Remus averted his gaze to the snitch pattern on Sirius' boxers, willing his body to ignore how much it enjoys such close contact with Sirius. Remus is fully aware of Sirius' daftness, but as much as Remus would like to believe Sirius could ignore the obvious bulge in his sleep pants, it seemed too much to wish for.
Sirius' hands framed Remus' face. Remus' eyes flew open, and the stormy grey he is met with is unreadable, something shifts around them like brewing clouds before a storm. The dramatic part of Remus would say that the world bloody tilted on its axis and it caused everything he knew about his relationship with Sirius to go soaring into a different orbit. The realistic part of Remus just noted that Sirius' gaze and the tingling in all parts of his teenage body meant things were going to change, and change rapidly. He also wanted to wake up to those eyes, every morning, just across the pillow.
Sirius' gaze is gone just as quickly as it has come, but the effects linger like sweet, citrus after an orange all over Remus' body. Sirius gaze is playful and excited again, but the deep blush on his cheeks remain as evidence of the moment before.
"Anyway, Smith got me some and I'm going to pick it up right now. Because it's April 20th!" Sirius looked very expectant, Remus just looked confused. "4-20! It's this Muggle day. I've read all about it. These teenagers called the Waldos made it code to smoke reefer at that time in their usual spot. Anyway, it spread and now everyone smokes on April 20th."
Remus just nodded and tried to look like he was in the dark, if he was going to be completely honest, then he would tell Sirius he'd been smoking before the moon since he was a small child because without it... well, he wasn't very nice and his muscles would tighten so that he couldn't get out of bed.
"Moony, stop looking so confused. We are going to smoke!"
April 20th, bloomed bright and surprisingly sunny for Scotland, and Remus took a very cold shower.
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TAILS
As much as Remus hated the Shrieking Shack for everything it stood for, and the fact that it really did smell funny, he had to admit it made a great place for doing things illegal (meaning anything involving James and Sirius) and reducing the chances of being thrown into Azkaban, or worse, having his mother Floo called.
"Oi!" Remus raises his eyes to see James staring at him expectantly. Remus just shrugs in response; James shakes his head and throws a bag at Sirius. They are all seated on the floor of the shack; Remus had tried not to complain about the dirt, but had ended up cleaning just a little bit before sitting down. Peter was seated next to him, humming idly to himself and trying to not look terrified of smoking pot.
"As I was saying," Sirius glares at him from across the makeshift circle and Remus arches an eyebrow in response.
"I'm not exactly sure..." Remus silently watches as Sirius tries to look like he knows what he's doing. But by the third time the joint falls apart in his hands and James peels with laughter, Remus cannot help but let the corners of his mouth roll into a smile.
"Stop laughing, you bastard! I'd like to see you do this... all this Muggle business is rubbish." Sirius looks petulant as Remus shakes his head and snatches the rolling papers and herb from his hands.
Remus smiles, letting his fingers delicately place the weed in a thin line along the paper, rubbing his forefinger and thumb together as he goes. He looks up on his second pass to meet Sirius' eyes. It's there again and Remus' hands shake a little on the pass because of his stare and tries not to think about exactly what those grey eyes were trying to tell him. Or what they were doing to his groin area.
A few more passes and Remus smoothes the paper with his hands and starts to roll. The line of marijuana is slowly rolled in layers of thin white paper. He brings the almost finished joint to his mouth and again, gets distracted by Sirius' gaze, which had turned from interested and playful this morning to something entirely different that a part of Remus would like to acknowledge was lust, the other part was too scared (and maybe a little stubborn, call him crazy).
Remus brought his tongue out of his mouth and slowly licked his way against the side of the joint, unable to break gaze with Sirius as he did so. Whatever was going on was not going between them was not going to get any better when they got high but for some reason, Remus was still doing it. His heart was beating rapidly, blood rushing through his ears and he could feel the heavy weight of his erection against his high. When the joint was finished, he twisted the ends and handed it to Sirius.
Their fingers brushed and Remus shuddered involuntarily.
"Merlin, Remus! Why'd you never tell us?" James' voice was loud and boisterous as he slid up to Sirius and took the spiff out of his hand to marvel at Remus' handy work. Remus broke Sirius' gaze and smiled shyly at James.
"I only smoke before the moon, helps me relax." Remus turns to Peter who looks much more relieved, as if Remus smoking makes the whole prospect less scary. Remus shifts his gaze towards Sirius, who stole the joint from James and is holding it in his mouth; pink lips pressed lightly to keep it from falling out, his hands reaching for the Muggle lighter in his pocket.
"Stop." Remus is surprised over the sternness of his voice and he can feel the blush on his cheeks as everyone stops and looks at him. "I can't roll when I'm smoking."
There is a pause before James and Sirius are laughing hysterically and telling him to get on with it then. The serious air in the room has dissipated and Remus rolls four more joints, his hands cracking with tension. The plump white objects are placed in the middle of the floor and Remus reaches to grab one, his hand cracking again as he motions for the lighter. He's so tense, the moon is so close and Remus tries to ignore the pull in his bones, muscles and mind toward very un-Remus-like things (things like the way Sirius had felt nestled in his lap this morning and how desperately he wants to like a line up Sirius' pale throat and suck at his Adam's apple.... yes, well not thinking about those things, he positively was not). James hands him one of the joints, smiling in sympathy at his sore hands, and sits back. James and Sirius are laughing slightly about something and Remus smiles as his lungs fill with smoke.
He holds the smoke in his lungs for as long as he can. Peter motions for the joint, but Remus just shakes his head and takes three more hits. His limbs feel heavy as he stares through the smoke at Sirius' grey eyes.
Peter coughs savagely, his eyes water and his face turns a bright red.
"Ha! Ol' Wormy just can't handle it." Sirius laughs and James joins in. Remus just conjures a glass of water, watching as his wand moves in slow motion and grace he never has in real life. Peter tries another drag, but just dissolves into a fit of coughing again.
"It takes a couple of times to get high." His words float through the air, and he shivers at the roughness of his voice, shifting to conceal his erection. If Remus wasn't such a pushover, he would have never smoked with his friends (with Sirius) because he knew exactly what it did to him; horny, relaxed and reckless.
"Pass it over." Sirius meets his gaze again, placing the joint between his lips. Remus stares at the contrast between pink and white, letting his mind wander to places it had no place going. Sirius takes three hits without coughing, but it doesn't really surprise anyone because Sirius smokes fags often enough to get used to the burning deep in his lungs.
"How does it feel?" James is eager, his hands tapping on the floor and Remus just smiles at him. Sirius shrugs and waves his hand.
Several joints make it around the circle before Peter passes out in the corner and James cannot stop laughing. Sirius has moved to slump against the bed frame to Remus' left, and Remus has been trying to ignore him. Remus feels amazing, lazy and boneless. He ignores how hot he is, how the only move he wants to make is to trace his hand along Sirius' ankle.
It's the only thing keeping him sane, Sirius' ankle. Remus allows his mind to stray to how bony it is, just under the skin with deep blue lines of blood and life. He imagines how smooth the skin would be there, hairless and forgotten. Remus smiles, letting the smile spread across his face like sunlight.
"Remus."
His head jerks up, he feels like it is inhuman how fast his head jerks in this state to do Sirius' bidding. Sirius is staring at him, his eyes half-lidded and pink, staining his cheeks. Remus wants to lick into his mouth, it's open and wet from a recent pass of Sirius' lips. Lips that are moving.
"Sorry. Pardon?" Remus' eyes snap back up to grey. The mischief is gone from Sirius' eyes, replaced by the look that has plagued Remus all day. Sirius doesn't answer him, and Remus watches with lethargic panic as he crawls toward him. He settles close, in between Remus' spread legs.
Remus frowns. His erection is straining against his trousers, between the herb and Sirius' close proximity, he feels as if he's exposed and frozen. He also can't move, it's like Sirius has frozen him to the floor or maybe he's just smoked himself into oblivion; whichever is the case, he's in more than enough trouble. Sirius doesn't smile. He keeps his eyes locked on Remus' as his hand fumbles on the floor.
Remus wants to think clearly, but all he can hear in his thoughts are wantwantwant. Everything about Sirius is a temptation; he is forbidden. There is a saying floating around in Remus' brain, but he can't quite put his finger on it. Something about temptation... something about Sirius. Remus' hands start to tingle and Sirius takes the last spiff from the floor and holds it to his mouth, lighting it.
He pauses, still staring at Remus before he inhales. Remus feels all the breath leave him at the way Sirius' chest expands (close enough to touch, if he could lift his hand) and the pull of his muscles in his neck (so soft, Remus would bet, so soft). Sirius leans forward and exhales, before taking another hit. Remus wants to wrap his mind around the moment, around what is happening between the two of him. But all he can do is want. This was such a horrible idea.
Sirius holds his breath, before leaning so close to Remus that he is a sliver away from Remus' lips. He tilts his head. Remus has alarm bells going off in his head. Then Sirius is blowing out, their lips touching, but barely, as Remus sucks in secondhand smoke in reflex. Sirius is still staring at him. Remus breathes out, but there is no smoke left.
"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it." Sirius breathes, his lips moving across Remus' in a kiss of sorts.
Temptation.
That's all it takes, the soft brush of Sirius' calloused and smoked plump lips, before Remus can no longer hold it in and yields.
He presses forward, sealing his lips to Sirius'. Sirius moans into his mouth and they fall backward, landing in a tangle of limbs and boy and smoke and kisses. Sirius tastes divine and Remus licks into him, drinks in his taste. It takes a moment until they both discover that they have hands. Remus spares a fleeting thought to James and hopes, beyond really all hope now, that he has laughed himself to sleep or unconsciousness because he cannot stop now. Not when Sirius is on top of him and making every fantasy he's ever had actually become possibilities.
Sirius moans again and Remus realizes he's taken off Sirius' shirt. They are still kissing, tongues sliding sweetly against each other. Sirius' skin is so cold and Remus feels like his skin is on fire. He breaks their kiss, noting Sirius' red lips and moans deeply before kissing down Sirius' jaw line and sucking, lapping at the skin of his neck. Remus moans again and thrusts up against Sirius, Sirius whimpers back.
He fucking whimpers.
The pot seems to leave his body and ascends into his mind as he growls, sinking his teeth into the soft, pliant flesh of Sirius' shoulder.
"Shit!" Sirius gasps and Remus laps at the spot before flipping their positions. "Oh Merlin... Remus."
It's like he cannot stop touching. His hands run up and down Sirius' thighs, over the trousers there while his mouth and tongue cover Sirius' chest. He leaves marks when he can, sucking on nipples that almost beg him to. And Sirius does, arching into his mouth and rucking up Remus' shirt until Remus can pause, biting hard on Sirius' left nipple, and letting Sirius take off his shirt. Remus goes back to arguing with Sirius' trouser fastenings and sucking on his nipple. Sirius' nails, chewed and wide, scrape down his neck. He grabbles for flesh and Remus sucks harder when Sirius' hands find his hair.
Sirius tugs hard and suddenly Remus is eye to eye with lust-clouded grey and he rocks against him, needing friction and skin. It's there, in Sirius' eyes, that Remus finds that want turns sharply into need and that temptation yields to ecstasy. And as he explores the lean plains of Sirius' chest he finds out how lovely madness tastes. He also finds the answers to so many of life's questions in the dip of Sirius' knee and the whispered sentences that caress his mouth when it is coving Sirius'. Remus also understands how this is reality, how this is what love is supposed to be like when Sirius' presses and kisses, when Sirius' gasps against his hip and laps at his collar bone. He finds rhythm in his life, that has always been more about the moon then him but now is them, in the way Sirius and him thrust against each other in the most perfectly imperfect way. Remus basks simplicity in all its finer, complicated glory in Sirius' sated arms.
They discover that love, like temptation, looks good on them.
