wildestranger | Leaving, whining, and fic

i. I'm not going to have much internet access for the next month or so, as I am travelling to a Galaxy Far Far Away and they don't have many computers there. I'll be able to check my email sporadically, though, so if there's anything in particular you think I need to see, leave a comment on this post and I will get it.

ii. I intend to spend a lot of my time while away writing porn. I have two Remus/Sirius fics on the go, and many plans for the long Harry/Draco thing, so hopefully my absence will be punctured by a few porny posts. Also,

femgenficathon, for which I have many exciting ideas.

iii. There might be some SGA fic later tonight. Yes, I know, I'm sorry. I'll try not to do it again. (Except for

kabeyk, for which I'm not sorry :P)

iv. And I leave you with some HP porn. No, really. It's not very long, but it's porny and it's Remus/Sirius. This might be continued at some later date, but it works as a one-shot ficlet.

That Burning Warmth, Remus/Sirius, NC-17, 605 words, thanks to

pre_raphaelite1 for the beta!

The thing is, Sirius is talking to James. They're walking up the stairs to the dorm, all four of them, slightly giddy from the free hour stretching before them and before dinner, and Sirius is talking to James. Some joke about a crazy Muggle scientist, and James isn't really listening although Peter is, and it's not the point either; Sirius just likes the sound of his own voice, likes the posing and the aggravating smirk in the pause for the punchline.

But there's something in him that grates on Remus, somehow every word is a freshly sharpened nail scratching at Remus' skin like it's a chalkboard, and he has to stop and breathe out his rage. They don't stop, of course, but that doesn't matter now. Remus leans against the wall, the cold stone firm and soothing behind his shoulder blades, and tries to unclench his fists. His nails are too short to have drawn blood but the bones in his fingers are aching and there will be shivers of residual pain for the rest of the day. His jaw is stiff and Remus knows that the headache from grinding his teeth will keep him up for most of the night. Especially as he can't stop doing it.

The thing is, Sirius wasn't even talking to him. He wasn't saying anything important, some stupid joke that Remus barely heard, and so it makes no sense that the sound of Sirius' voice should send him into mindless fury. It makes no sense, and he can't keep walking into walls every time Sirius annoys him, because Sirius annoys him quite a lot.

Except. Except it isn't quite as mindless as Remus would like it to be.

There's a new tilt to Sirius' voice, a wheedle and a whine, a hint of a pout and a sly knowledge of what that pout lets him get away with. Sirius has taken to drawling out Remus' name, Moooooooonyyyyyyyyy, all slow and sarcastic and full of insidious promise, intended to irritate all others as well as Remus. More Remus than anyone else, though. That tinge of mockery is there just for him, the low insinuation that although Sirius' teasing is obviously fake, Remus can't help but be affected. Sirius goes mercilessly from a moment of almost friendly camaraderie to a petulant child begging to be spanked.

And isn't that just the most pathetically apt metaphor. Remus is still reeling from anger and doesn't even try to stop the images flitting across his brain; Sirius, bent over McGonagall's desk, his robes lifted up to his armpits to reveal a tense back and nervously shuffling feet, throwing anxious looks over his shoulder; Sirius, counting with bitten lips and flushed cheeks as indiscriminate smacks land across his arse and thighs; Sirius, spreading his legs and holding his breath as he waits for the burn from Remus' cock to subside.

Yet, Remus reminds himself as his vision clears and the world grows bearable again, he's not going to do anything about Sirius. His anger makes him hard every time and he hates it, hates the blood bumping in his body and the furious warmth that turns his joints supple and his muscles ready to pounce. He hates it and he's not going to give into it.

Remus looks up, sees Sirius watching him from the top of the stairs, sees Sirius take in his red cheeks and hard mouth and his fingers that are twitching into fists. Then Sirius grins and Remus feels another jolt of fury in his belly.

He's not going to give in no matter how much Sirius wants him to.