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Remus/Sirius Kink Meme

As promised in this post (which no one read, lol) I am opening this journal up to an anonymous kink meme. This has nothing to do with my birthday, it just happens to be the most convenient weekend for me for awhile. ~~So, this kink meme will run from now until 10pm January 17th, at which I will turn IP logging back on.~~

EDIT: Okay, so, this kink meme will run until it runs out of steam, I suppose. I thought to end it tomorrow but that is not to be. I suppose there is no set date now. When prompts start to slow and folks aren't telling me they are working on fills then I'll let everyone know it is coming to end. Also, I've cleaned up my edits a bit.

Rules

1. Anonymous comments only - all others will be deleted by me with no warning.
2. In the subject line of your request put 'Request'
3. ~~One claim per request.~~ Reply to the request comment with 'I've got this' or something, I'm not fussed and then go write your kinky goodness. When you're all ready, post your kinky goodness in reply to the original request.
4. This is a kink meme. No gen, no G, no PG, and no PG13. R and NC17 only. Anything else will get my delete hammer.
5. Remus/Sirius only, though they are free to bring along extra playmates if they so choose.
6. No flames. If I get enough of them I'll turn IP logging back on and this kink meme will be over.

These rules are subject to change by the management, er, me. I've never done this before and the rules as I've laid them out might be quite silly and unworkable. If that is the case, I'll edit the post and make a notation in red letters or something.

EDIT: Art fills are more than welcome!

EDIT 2: I just noticed people are forgetting to put Request in the subject line. People, don't make me spank you.

EDIT: 3 Multiple fills per request is fine. I DID say this was my first time hosting one of these things. :)

EDIT 4: Anon means anon. The rules are simple. Please follow them. I've been lax on reviewers and will continue to be so but if you fill a request, do it anon.

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"Right." Remus's attention snapped back to Sirius, who still had the gall to be smiling. "Mind finishing the job?"

Something of Remus's anger must have shown in his expression, because Sirius's grin faded and he sat up, reaching out to lay a hand on Remus's shoulder.

"Fine, I won't make you do something you don't like. Moony. C'mere." Remus allowed Sirius to pull him up onto the bed, though he bristled at the comforting tone of his friend's words. It was Sirius's fault they'd gotten caught and he was humiliated like this, what right did the prick have to comfort him? It wasn't as though Sirius had been caught with another bloke's cock in his mouth. "Come on, we'll do something a little different."

Remus went stiff under the light pressure of Sirius's hand on his shoulder. "You said the bet would be off if I--" sucked you off "--did that."

"Well, yeah, but you didn't finish the job." Sirius grinned sheepishly, gesturing to his erection. "You'll like this better anyway."

"Sirius, no." Remus protested, twisting so Sirius's hand fell from his shoulder. "We need to find James and Peter, make sure they don't have the wrong idea--"

"We've got the map," Sirius shrugged, leaning forward and placing his hand on Remus's hip, this time. "We'll find them later. As far as they know, we're looking for them right now; they don't need to know any better."

Remus frowned at the hand on his hip. Sirius's fingers seemed to never sit idle, always rubbing circles and tracing patterns on his skin. It was maddening, the way it sent little jolts of pleasure straight to his cock, which had not stopped pushing against his trousers throughout the whole exchange.

"Come on, Remus. Moony. Would you really leave me like this? You'll like it."

Remus wondered if he would ever learn to stick to his guns and say no to Sirius. The animagus grinned, realizing he'd won, and leaned in close, lips at Remus's ear. "Take your pants off," he whispered, before sucking again at the earlobe.

Misgivings not forgotten, but easily ignored with Sirius's tongue at his ear, Remus shimmied out of his trousers and pants, kicking off his socks and shoes with them. They fell off the side of the bed somewhere, but Remus forgot about his clothing as Sirius's hand was finally--finally!--on his bare cock. He abandoned his earlier decision to remain silent and let out an appreciative moan, hardly noticing Sirius guiding him to his hands and knees. His attention was completely consumed by the long, slow strokes of Sirius's hand, from root to tip, a steady, maddening pace. Somewhere he heard Sirius fumbling one-handed with something, but it was hardly important. Remus rested his forehead on his forearms and thrust into Sirius's hand.

A stray thought that the other shoe was yet to drop flitted through the back of Remus's mind, but he had trouble pursuing the thought further. Sirius had been right, for once; Remus did like this part. Not as though it excused the rest, but it did certainly help toward Sirius eventually earning Remus's forgiveness for the whole ordeal.

It sounded almost as though Sirius were wanking himself at the same time. Remus could hear him panting, and quiet slaps of skin on skin. When Sirius let go of Remus, only to place both hands on the werewolf's hips, Remus made a petulant noise and shifted from side to side, wanting Sirius's hand back but not wanting to move further. "Sirius, now what?" he asked, telling himself it didn't come out as a whine.

And then Remus felt--something--pressing against his asshole, slick and hot and pushing its way in. "Sirius!" he gasped, clenching the bedsheets. "Stop!" It hurt, forcing him apart, stretching him open slowly and painfully.

Sirius did stop, when what must have been the head of his cock had pushed fully into Remus. He was breathing hard, his hands holding tightly to Remus’s hips. "Shh, Moony. Relax," he soothed, and began to pull out. Remus’s fingers relaxed their death grip on the bedding; he’d told Sirius to stop, flat out, and Sirius was--

--was not pulling out all the way, was pushing back in--

Remus tried to say Sirius’s name again, demand he stop again, but what came out instead was a low, wordless sound. Once more Sirius did not push more than the head past Remus’s tight entrance, and again withdrew partially, only to return. On the third pass Remus felt his muscles strain as Sirius pushed further. They both groaned. Remus didn’t think he could stand much more without breaking. His mouth hung open, his breathing heavy and uncontrollable, and his hips twitched and jerked under Sirius’s hands. As he felt more of Sirius breach him, he could feel something else, new and strange and hot and unbearable, building some indeterminate place inside him, centered in his groin but creeping up his chest and wrapping around his throat all the same. Not like the usual build-up to orgasm when it was just him and his hand, this sensation was different, overwhelming.

Sirius thrust all the way in, fully sheathed, and Remus cried out. Something inside him was responding, something inside him wanted more and faster, pleasure sparking up his spine when Sirius moved. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists and grit his teeth but Sirius’s next thrust tore another moan from him. His hips rocked in response to Sirius, his cock strained with the motion, and he knew it wouldn’t take much more than a touch to set him off.

He wanted it to stop.

He said nothing, moaning and panting as Sirius pounded into him. He didn't want to be ignored again, to say 'stop' only to have Sirius thrust forward again, cock rubbing inside Remus and feeling so strange and alien and good. The pace was nothing like when Sirius had been stroking him. These were rapid, shallow thrusts that he had to brace himself against or risk having his face bashed into the bed frame's headboard.

He wondered if he would be bruised where Sirius's hands gripped his hips. Then again, nobody would see it if he were. He wondered if Sirius had left any marks on his neck.

Sirius came, loudly as he did anything. Remus could feel his come in his asshole, and he bit back a keening whine. He was forced forward as Sirius slumped over on him, his erection trapped between himself and the mattress, Sirius slipping out of him, wet cock sliding along the back of his leg. Their breaths were slowing down, as they settled on the bed. Sirius threw an arm over Remus, and Remus shivered.

Unlike before, the shaking didn't stop this time. Sirius shifted, tugging at the blankets to pull them over Remus. He was still mostly clothed, and Remus thought he might have attributed the trembling to the chill air. He tried to still his body, but wasn't surprised to find himself unsuccessful.

"Moooonyyyy," Sirius whined, pulling Remus close. Remus resisted, twisting out of the other boy's hold, shivering all the while. He didn't trust himself to stand, and so he remained on the edge of the bed, facing away from his friend.

Behind him, Sirius gave an exaggerated sigh, and Remus felt a shift in the mattress. "C'mon, Remus. What're you..."

He opened his eyes (he wasn't sure when he'd closed them again) and rolled slightly, greeted by the sight of Sirius leaning over him. Sirius's dark, shoulder-length hair curtained his face, but Remus could see the expression of concern regardless. He scowled in response.

"There are tears in your eyes," Sirius stated, quiet and perplexed.

"Are not," Remus denied. He wasn't sure when that had happened, but now that Sirius had pointed it out, he could feel the wetness at his eyelids. He blinked, and just to spite him, a tear slipped free, rolling down over his temple and into his sideburns.

"Why are you..." Sirius's eyes traveled downward, and Remus wanted to curse. His erection still hadn't flagged, his cock still standing tall and hopeful for attention. The blankets were not thick enough to hide the fact. "Moony, you should have said something! I didn't want to leave you hanging." He reached down, presumably to finish wanking Remus off.

"Don't touch me!"

In an instant Remus was standing, naked and trembling, before a wide-eyed Sirius. "Don't... don't touch me," he repeated, at a lower volume, and unclenched his fists.

Too late, Remus's mind cheerfully provided. If only you'd been so adamant before.

Sirius stood as well, expression of wary concern quickly replaced with his customary speedy temper. "Fine! Merlin, you don't need to shout. I wouldn't have done it if I knew you'd be such a whiny little bitch about it!" He did up his trousers with clumsy haste, grabbing his robes and the map as he made his way to the dorm. "I'll go find James and Peter, since you're just going to be a big girl's blouse about everything!"

The door slammed behind him.

Still shaking, Remus retrieved his wand, and collected his clothing and discarded Potions essay. He toyed with the temptation of casting an Incendio on the lot, but knew he couldn't afford buying a new uniform, and there was no way he'd be able to rewrite what he had of the essay in time. He shoved the clothing under his bed, discarded the essay on his bedside table, grabbed his pajamas and made his way to the shower.

OP - I am sorry, I have just realized that in your request you state that Remus should be indebted to Sirius for a fortnight. Somehow I missed that when I read through and decided to write this! I hope you don't mind.

On Remus blaming himself constantly -- this is not in any way meant to suggest that it is Remus's fault for Sirius taking advantage of him! That is 100% Sirius being a terrible asshole and I cannot believe I wrote it. 0_0 It is the tendency of sexual-violence victims to blame themselves for their attacker's actions, however. But Remus does assert himself multiple times, asking Sirius to stop, and is ignored. It's not Remus's fault. This one's all Sirius.

I doubt I will continue this--I am, frankly, stunned that I wrote it at all, nearly 5000 words in 24 hours! This is not something that happens often for me. This is why kink memes are awesome! Fuck yeah!

If somebody else wants to continue it, or request a continuation on the kink meme or something, that's fine by me. Just say that you're a different authornon and we're golden!

I had completely forgotten I had even mentioned two weeks--those sorts of details aren't important to me anyway.

Let me just say that I think you did an incredible job with this fill. I think you captured both Remus and Sirius so well here. It was so hard to see Sirius making such bad decisions and treating Remus that way, and you showed Remus' struggle really well.

I felt so much for him, and the way he reacted when Peter and James left. Ow. And it seems Sirius doesn't even seem to get it yet--he doesn't get (or want to admit) how fucked up it was, which makes me think of the Prank and how he sort of did the same thing there. And in my head I'm trying to tie the two things together--cause and effect or something. And I'm also trying to make up a somewhat bearable resolution, but that involves Remus having to be even more forgiving and self-effacing (and James practically killing Sirius), and much agnst, and argh! Then I tell myself to get a grip and that it's fantasy, etc. etc.

Anyway, thank you for writing this. I enjoyed it very much. If you do choose to continue I'd be thrilled, but if not--awesome job and thanks!

P.S. I expected straight up porn from this rather implausible prompt, but you wrote something much more compelling. On that note, I understand your desire to disclaim things like Remus blaming himself, etc., but I totally get what you were trying to get across in this. Definitely don't think you were condoning Sirius' behavior in any way. I think Remus' reactions were pretty spot on, the aftershocks that Remus felt were very realistic and heart-wrenching.

Thank you OP, I'm glad you liked it!

I was thinking of the Prank as well. It does show an alarming lack of consideration for others, which could indicate Sirius just... isn't capable of understanding why his actions are bad. This is all from Remus's POV but in my head, Sirius was acting on the crush he had on Remus, and was just not able to imagine that Remus was not having as good a time as he was.

And yeah, that's the problem I had when I thought about how to continue it. The only thing so far I've been able to think of that might work is horribly sad and basically involves Remus never telling James or Peter what really happened, or even telling Sirius what he actually did, pulling away from everybody to the point where it's incredibly easy for Peter to make them suspect Remus is the spy, and then finally after the events of PoA Remus and Sirius take steps toward resolving things. orz

Again I'm glad you liked it and thank you for leaving me such great feedback. ♥

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