one last author's note, I think this actually goes into non-con territory instead of dub-con, as Remus does/will clearly say "no I don't want this" and he gets it anyway. I am pretty sure he'll say "stop" in a later part, and Sirius won't. So, this is a new warning for non-con.
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"I want you to get on your knees, Remus." Sirius's voice was low and quiet, and Remus could feel his lips moving against his jaw as they formed the words.
On his knees--Remus had a pretty clear idea of what that meant, and he did not respond, remaining still even as Sirius's hand continued to move on his cock. His breath hitched as Sirius gave him a squeeze.
"Not going to welch on our bet, are you?"
Remus bit his lip, shaking his head before he could even think about the answer he was giving. But of course he wouldn't back down on the bet... And yet, he was completely certain that if he had been the winner, he would not be demanding that Sirius get on his knees and--and--
"Come on, Remus. Whatever I want, remember?" Remus shivered again, though he was not that cold nor had he felt Sirius's teeth against his skin.
He slid from his seat between Sirius's legs to kneel on the floor, not turning around, so that he faced what was, he was sure, the opposite direction from what Sirius had intended. Now that Sirius's hand was off his cock and his mouth off his neck, logical thought returned in full, terrifying force. What was he doing, letting Sirius have his way like this? A bet was a bet, and you didn't welch on agreements you'd made, but this was not on. A bet between mates shouldn't have spiraled into something that made him feel this small and helpless, made him feel used and less than a person, as though he didn't matter in the face of somebody else's satisfaction.
... So essentially the way he felt around most of the people who knew he was a werewolf, then.
"Remus--"
Sirius's voice was little more than amused, though also petulant and annoyed. There was none of the condescension or disdain that normally would have gone into somebody making Remus feel so low. It was Sirius, after all, who probably didn't see this as anything more than a fun diversion, one more benefit to finally getting one over on Remus.
"I don't want to do this anymore," Remus said, before he could talk himself into excusing Sirius's actions. "This isn't a joke, I don't care about the stupid bet--"
"Remus!" Sirius's hand was on his shoulder, gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles at the point where Remus's neck and shoulder met, and where Remus often was tense due to writing essays hunched over a desk. Sirius knew the precise spot to turn Remus to putty. The fingers of his other hand were back in Remus's hair, and the effect was immediate. Remus fell silent, slouching forward, eyes fluttering to half-mast. "I thought you liked it. Come on, Remus, after this we'll call it even, this'll be the last thing I'll make you do."
He always does this, Remus thought, well familiar with Sirius's fast-talking and bargaining to get what he wanted. Giving in would just make it harder and harder to draw the line later.
"Yeah." Remus's voice was quiet and hoarse. He swallowed. "Yeah, all right."
When he turned around to face Sirius and looked up, he was greeted with the sight of Sirius's wide, genuine smile--and his erection, hard and dark, standing proudly from his unzipped trousers.
Re: fill! 4/?
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"I want you to get on your knees, Remus." Sirius's voice was low and quiet, and Remus could feel his lips moving against his jaw as they formed the words.
On his knees--Remus had a pretty clear idea of what that meant, and he did not respond, remaining still even as Sirius's hand continued to move on his cock. His breath hitched as Sirius gave him a squeeze.
"Not going to welch on our bet, are you?"
Remus bit his lip, shaking his head before he could even think about the answer he was giving. But of course he wouldn't back down on the bet... And yet, he was completely certain that if he had been the winner, he would not be demanding that Sirius get on his knees and--and--
"Come on, Remus. Whatever I want, remember?" Remus shivered again, though he was not that cold nor had he felt Sirius's teeth against his skin.
He slid from his seat between Sirius's legs to kneel on the floor, not turning around, so that he faced what was, he was sure, the opposite direction from what Sirius had intended. Now that Sirius's hand was off his cock and his mouth off his neck, logical thought returned in full, terrifying force. What was he doing, letting Sirius have his way like this? A bet was a bet, and you didn't welch on agreements you'd made, but this was not on. A bet between mates shouldn't have spiraled into something that made him feel this small and helpless, made him feel used and less than a person, as though he didn't matter in the face of somebody else's satisfaction.
... So essentially the way he felt around most of the people who knew he was a werewolf, then.
"Remus--"
Sirius's voice was little more than amused, though also petulant and annoyed. There was none of the condescension or disdain that normally would have gone into somebody making Remus feel so low. It was Sirius, after all, who probably didn't see this as anything more than a fun diversion, one more benefit to finally getting one over on Remus.
"I don't want to do this anymore," Remus said, before he could talk himself into excusing Sirius's actions. "This isn't a joke, I don't care about the stupid bet--"
"Remus!" Sirius's hand was on his shoulder, gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles at the point where Remus's neck and shoulder met, and where Remus often was tense due to writing essays hunched over a desk. Sirius knew the precise spot to turn Remus to putty. The fingers of his other hand were back in Remus's hair, and the effect was immediate. Remus fell silent, slouching forward, eyes fluttering to half-mast. "I thought you liked it. Come on, Remus, after this we'll call it even, this'll be the last thing I'll make you do."
He always does this, Remus thought, well familiar with Sirius's fast-talking and bargaining to get what he wanted. Giving in would just make it harder and harder to draw the line later.
"Yeah." Remus's voice was quiet and hoarse. He swallowed. "Yeah, all right."
When he turned around to face Sirius and looked up, he was greeted with the sight of Sirius's wide, genuine smile--and his erection, hard and dark, standing proudly from his unzipped trousers.