Dart Of Pleasure: HP, Sirius/Remus, Strong R to Nc-17
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Nov. 27th, 2005 | 09:40 am
mood: neighbors stopped making noise
music: The Corrs- Radio
Author: Noam Jen Nov
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Summary: challenge response- Sirius likes dirty talk but Remus is shy. How does Sirius change his mind?
Disclaimer: all not mine. The lyrics and title are from “Darts Of Pleasure” by Franz Ferdinand.
A/N- this is the first fic I ever wrote for HP, and also the first and so far only adult-rated fic. Sirius/Remus is my favorite pairing, and this was written for a challenge. It's not my best work, but I like it.
You can feel my lips undress your eyes
undress your eyes undress you eyes
Skin can feel my lips they tingle
This one is an easy one
Feel the word and melt upon it
Words of love and words so leisured
Words are poisoned darts of pleasure
“Oh love, so good…”
“Yes, it’s feels wonderful. Oh Remus You know how much I like it when you do that… “
Sirius’s words were whispered in Remus ear between kisses and moans. They were moving together, Sirius on top, the covers halfway down to the floor, in a slow rhythmic movement about to drive them both insane with pleasure.
“Oh please, you make me so hot…”
Knowing no other way to make the black-haired shut up, Remus took his face in his hands and brought him down for a kiss.
“You are so hot “ Sirius whispered as his lips left his lover’s mouth and moved to lick his ears, then down to his neck, then down even lower. His thrusts becoming hard and rough, just the way he liked it.
“Talk to me, love. Tell me what you want… do you want me to suck you off? To you want me to move my month, tongue, lips, and teeth all over you body, to mark you as mine? Do you want me to beg? It makes you hot when I beg, doesn’t it? It makes me hot when you beg, you know? It makes me wanna fuck you senseless, like a little slut…”
Then, something in Remus’s face had changed. He opened in eyes, stopped moving, stopped responding to the other’s touch.
“What?” Sirius said, supporting himself on his hands and looking down at Remus’s averted eyes. “What’s wrong?!”
“You know I hate it when you do… that.” Remus wouldn’t look at him, his eyes were fixed on the way Sirius’s clothes were piled as a big mass on the floor.
“What? Talking?” Sirius gave a smile and buried his nose in Remus’s neck “You do it too…”
“ Not like… that.”
Sirius rose up. Another look at the brown-haired boy beneath him told him he was blushing.
“Fine” he said and rolled to his side. They lied like that, motionless, for a few long moments. Sirius up against the headboard, his arms crossed on his chest; Remus next to him, laying down and sneaking looks up to Sirius with eyes filled with guilt, begging to be forgiven.
“Hey, come on…” Remus finally rested his hand on Sirius’s chest. A moment later it was dropped to the mattress as Sirius got up and began dressing.
“Sweetheart,” Remus rose to sitting position. When his plea was left unanswered he made his way to his lover, took him in his arms from behind, and rested his head on his shoulder. “You know I love you, right?”
Sirius arched up, leaning a bit into Remus’s embrace.
“It’s just… I can’t do what you’re asking.”
“Oh bloody hell!” Sirius got on his feet, taking his shirt and tie in his hand “It’s just a little bit of dirty talk.”
“And it’s hard for me! You know that.”
Remus reached his hand “Come back to bed, please?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Sirius said, walking away, shoes untied, shirt unbuttoned, not looking back even once.
The next night, Sirius showed up in Remus room as if nothing happened. They had acted normal all day, but Remus wrote it off as trying to avoid questions. As he saw Sirius began undressing he smiled widely.
Sirius had undressed himself, then slowly crossed the room and undressed Remus. He kissed him, sucked him off, fucked him and made him come twice, with out a word spoken.
When they were done, Sirius quickly left - his shoes untied, shirt unbuttoned - without saying goodbye, and without even a goodnight kiss.
Later that night, Remus realized he felt even worse.
The following days felt as normal as ever, but at night Remus felt as if he was living in a parallel world.
Sirius didn’t come up to his room, he didn’t kiss his worries away, didn’t send him that special smile reserved only for him… At night Remus was all alone.
He tried to talk to Sirius several times, and heard the same excuse every time “Quiet! Someone would hear you, someone will find out.”
At night, Remus found himself close to tears more times then he could count. He didn’t know it was the same with Sirius.
It was the end of another long day for Sirius. He felt as if nothing could make him happy anymore, not even teasing Peter or hexing Snape. His only thoughts were of Remus, and how much he missed him. But his pride kept him away, he was ashamed of how he had behaved the last time he had gone to his lover’s room, and he was mad at Remus for making him feel like rubbish the time before that.
He was ready for a good hand job and a deep sleep when a folded parchment on his bed caught his eyes.
My dear and beautiful Sirius
I’ve been going mad this past few days without you, you have no idea what you mean to me, you have no clue how much I love you and miss you.
Sirius was ready to throw away the parchment, convinced this was another sappy love latter. Still, he continued to read and was indeed very glad to discover how wrong he was…
I miss the way your clever hands move on my body, knowing where
to caress, where to scratch, where to tease. I miss the weight of your
body as it covers me, I miss how your tongue twirle in my mouth, I miss
your taste… Those few lonely nights made me realize how much I love the
way you talk to me, even if I can’t say those things myself.
But more then anything, I miss you being in me. It makes me so hot to think about it, to think about what we could be doing this very moment if you were right here, by my side, where I need you.
I will kiss you first; your kisses have powers over me you don’t even know. Most nights I can almost come just from the way you hold me, running you fingers all over my body, then follow with your lips. I want you to mark me. These days, I realize I’m yours, just yours, I can’t imagine being with anyone else.
If you were here right now, I would tie you down to the bed fully nude; your legs apart, hands above your head, all of you stretched in front of me. The candlelight would dance on your skin, as you would be all mine to worship, to love, to fuck…
I would slowly move from your ear to your jaw line, then your neck. Giving your collarbone (You know I love that spot) a good care, I would then go lower, your nipples, then lower, your abdomen, then lower, your navel, then lower… You will moan, I’ll have you shouting my name and begging before I’d take you in my mouth and make you come hard, so hard you couldn’t speak.
Then, I’d make you come again, but not in my mouth. Do you remember when you called me “slut”? Well, maybe I am one because I just love feeling you move inside of me, making the two of us one. I love the ruthlessness with which you slam into me, and then the softness with which you pull back only to enter me again, always reaching that place that sends me high, to the stars, to the moon, to heaven and hell.
“You…” He managed to say between hard breathing “I can’t believe…” Remus smiled, and the gap between them was closed in seconds. They just stood, holding each other, Remus face buried in Sirius’ neck, smelling his hair; Sirius was reading the last paragraphs of the love letter, moaning every few lines and causing Remus’ smile to grow ever wider.
“I love you so much.”
“Love you more.”
“Prove me wrong…”
They fell on Remus’ bed with a thud, as their lips touched and they found themselves addicted, unable to part, to stop, wanting to make up for the lost nights of loneliness. “I missed you too Remus, those days apart were such a torture, don’t you think my love?”
Remus didn’t answer
“What do you want me to do? Tell me Moony, do I make you hot like that, my tongue and lips moving…”
“Sirius” Remus smile was gone; he held his lover’s face and looked deep into his eyes. “I still don’t think I can… talk… like you want me to.”
The silence that fell scared Remus
“I love it when you do it, really, it makes me…” Remus stopped, unable to look at Sirius “I can’t, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay” Sirius said, nuzzling the brown-haired, “just as long as I get a letter like that every night for the rest of our lives.”