Part 1 It was the constant looks that tipped Sirius off. Remus had been glancing up from his book, that mixture of longing and shame in his eyes that always accompanied the moon’s approach to full. Sirius pretended not to notice, letting Remus squirm until he couldn’t fight it anymore.
“Fancy a cup of tea, love?” Sirius pitched his voice low, smoothing it out to a silky purr. Remus bit his lip and shook his head, his eyes never rising from the text.
“Sure about that?” asked Sirius as he rose. “I’m already up.”
A stifled whimper escaped Remus, but still he shook his head. Sirius sauntered out of the sitting room, whistling as he entered the kitchen. He didn’t dare to hope that one day Remus would accept his desires, but he would push Remus until he was begging for his piss.
“Shame we don’t have any coffee,” said Sirius as he returned with his tea. “Much better source of caffeine.”
That got him a swift glare. Sirius grinned, unrepentant. He wanted to tell Remus to just relax, maybe even suggest they carry on right here in the sitting room. They were wizards after all. One quick Evanesco and all was well. Sirius returned to his own reading, leaving well enough alone for the moment. This had been building for days and with the moon just three days from full, the wolf’s pull would soon prove too great.
He could scarcely concentrate on the words on the page. How could he push Remus to get things moving along? Remus hadn’t touched him for days, too worried about where their play would take them. Sirius set his book aside on impulse and stood. Patience was never one of Sirius’ virtues. He stepped over to the window, pushing the drapes aside to look out at the moon hanging heavy and deep in the night sky.
“Why are we pretending? Weboth want it, Remus.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the cool glass.
Remus paused in turning a page, his breath catching audibly. “It’s filthy,” he said quietly. “I only want it because the wolf wants it.”
“The wolf wants to mark and be marked,” said Sirius, “but you – you enjoy it for more than that. You love the way it feels, I see it in your eyes and that is so much more than just the wolf.”
“Please stop this.” Remus’ voice was trembling. “It’s hard enough to maintain my humanity – ”
“This isn’t about your humanity. If it were, I wouldn’t enjoy it.” With that, Sirius tapped the button on his trousers, contemplative. “Maybe I ought to cut through all this nonsense and piss right here on the Persian. Wouldn’t I be a naughty boy? Would you be able to resist me then, love?”
Remus’ gaze flicked down to Sirius’ hand now opening the button on his trousers. “Yeah, that’s it, love. S’alright to want this.” Sirius slowly lowered the zip, grinning as Remus swallowed tightly, Adam’s apple fluttering in his throat.
“B-Bathroom,” said Remus, hoarse, like his throat was dry.
Sirius shook his head. “Mmm, no. I think I want to piss right here.”
Remus set his book aside, scooting to the edge of the chair. “Sirius, you can’t, think of the Persian!”
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Not on the Persian! 1/2
Date: 2011-01-15 09:19 pm (UTC)It was the constant looks that tipped Sirius off. Remus had been glancing up from his book, that mixture of longing and shame in his eyes that always accompanied the moon’s approach to full. Sirius pretended not to notice, letting Remus squirm until he couldn’t fight it anymore.
“Fancy a cup of tea, love?” Sirius pitched his voice low, smoothing it out to a silky purr. Remus bit his lip and shook his head, his eyes never rising from the text.
“Sure about that?” asked Sirius as he rose. “I’m already up.”
A stifled whimper escaped Remus, but still he shook his head. Sirius sauntered out of the sitting room, whistling as he entered the kitchen. He didn’t dare to hope that one day Remus would accept his desires, but he would push Remus until he was begging for his piss.
“Shame we don’t have any coffee,” said Sirius as he returned with his tea. “Much better source of caffeine.”
That got him a swift glare. Sirius grinned, unrepentant. He wanted to tell Remus to just relax, maybe even suggest they carry on right here in the sitting room. They were wizards after all. One quick Evanesco and all was well. Sirius returned to his own reading, leaving well enough alone for the moment. This had been building for days and with the moon just three days from full, the wolf’s pull would soon prove too great.
He could scarcely concentrate on the words on the page. How could he push Remus to get things moving along? Remus hadn’t touched him for days, too worried about where their play would take them. Sirius set his book aside on impulse and stood. Patience was never one of Sirius’ virtues. He stepped over to the window, pushing the drapes aside to look out at the moon hanging heavy and deep in the night sky.
“Why are we pretending? Weboth want it, Remus.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the cool glass.
Remus paused in turning a page, his breath catching audibly. “It’s filthy,” he said quietly. “I only want it because the wolf wants it.”
“The wolf wants to mark and be marked,” said Sirius, “but you – you enjoy it for more than that. You love the way it feels, I see it in your eyes and that is so much more than just the wolf.”
“Please stop this.” Remus’ voice was trembling. “It’s hard enough to maintain my humanity – ”
“This isn’t about your humanity. If it were, I wouldn’t enjoy it.” With that, Sirius tapped the button on his trousers, contemplative. “Maybe I ought to cut through all this nonsense and piss right here on the Persian. Wouldn’t I be a naughty boy? Would you be able to resist me then, love?”
Remus’ gaze flicked down to Sirius’ hand now opening the button on his trousers. “Yeah, that’s it, love. S’alright to want this.” Sirius slowly lowered the zip, grinning as Remus swallowed tightly, Adam’s apple fluttering in his throat.
“B-Bathroom,” said Remus, hoarse, like his throat was dry.
Sirius shook his head. “Mmm, no. I think I want to piss right here.”
Remus set his book aside, scooting to the edge of the chair. “Sirius, you can’t, think of the Persian!”