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wildestrangerI wasn't planning on doing any writing, being caught in the tangles of the Celtic Moonstar Fuh-Q-Fest, but then this started calling to me. It was supposed to be humour at first. Yes, I find that funny too. Well, at least this one didn't make me cry while I was writing it.
There will be three parts, next one hopefully maybe next week.
And now I'm off to see U2. Mwhahaa.
Title: The Law of Seduction 1/3
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R
Words: 2036
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the characters, I have no permission to use them and I'm making no money out of this. No infringement of copyright is intended.
Summary:The law of seduction takes the form of an uninterrupted ritual exchange where seducer and seduced constantly raise the stakes in a game that never ends.
Feedback is most welcome, particularly constructive criticism.
Will be cross-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
remusxsirius and remus_centric. Maybe starcrossedmoon. Do you think it's angsty enough?
Both characters are over 18 here.
The Law of Seduction
‘The law of seduction takes the form of an uninterrupted ritual exchange where seducer and seduced constantly raise the stakes in a game that never ends.’
Jean Baudrillard – Seduction
When Sirius Black, naked from the waist up and still wet from his shower, stretches three inches from Remus’ face for the tenth time in a week, Remus Lupin decides he has had enough. There have been hints (So, Moony, would you ever fancy Peter? James? Me?), and strange tales (yeah I went to this Muggle bar and there were all these blokes dressed in leather eyeing me up), all equally unsubtle. There has been much display of nudity for various convoluted reasons (I was cooking dinner and the sauce splashed on my shirt and ate it all away! It was licking me!). But there is a limit to Remus’ patience and his tolerance for a naked Sirius, despite attempts to prove the contrary.
He had brought a man, a date, to James and Lily’s engagement party. His friends had known he fancied both men and women, but they had never seen him with another man. Apparently the sight of Remus passionately snogging Tom Dearborn, former Ravenclaw Quidditch captain and a few years ahead of them in school, had done something strange to Sirius. When Lily was making humming noises and whispering something to James that made him blush, and Peter was giggling in a drunken fashion, Sirius was staring at Remus and scowling. His cheekbones were red and his mouth, still bearing the signs of a bottle and a half of 1969 St. Emilion, was a long curving line. Remus had looked away, and Sirius hadn’t said anything to Remus, or answered any of the amused comments Lily had made for the rest of the evening. But the next day he had gone shopping in Muggle London and bought a leather jacket, a motorcycle, and a dog collar. Remus wonders about Sirius’ reading habits.
When Sirius had started to look at him with calculating eyes, and asking Lily all kinds of outrageous questions that shocked James (mostly because of the assumption that she would know, Remus suspects), Remus had began to develop a counter attack. It isn’t unlike Sirius to assume that everybody in the world fancies him, and as far as Remus knows, everyone does. But to take the leap from that to thinking that since one of your best friends is bisexual he is therefore your chance of experimentation, is stupid even by Sirius’ standards (There is a list. Don’t ask.). And to think that because Sirius is beautiful and charming he can effortlessly seduce his friend, is insulting.
Remus decides to take it personally.
: :
He knows his true smile is rare, and so when he hears James shouting something incoherent in Prongs’n’Padfoot language he allows his face to be carried away by the story Lily was telling. He looks down, lifts he corners of his mouth, and then his eyes, shining with delight, but more than that, with trust. The sound of the door makes him look down again, then back at Lily with guilty pleasure, but he is calm to face the astonished looks of James and Sirius. James walks to Lily and lifts his hand to her face, then turns victoriously to look at Remus. But Remus is looking at Sirius, traces of his smile still in his eyes, and enjoying the sight of Sirius’ scowl.
He is accustomed to covering most of his body with long sleeves and too-large trousers. In combination with his habit of sitting by his books for several hours, he is able to develop a new routine of standing up and stretching every few hours, not with unabashed abandon like Sirius, but with lifting his arms above his head, his hands falling back by his elbows, implicit with the desire to let go but not quite allowing himself. There is also a thin stretch of bare skin as his shirt rises, and the low-hung trousers, usually covered by his shirt, reveal hipbones and pale freckled skin. He makes a point of facing away from Sirius, and pretends ignorance of his voyeur. He even keeps from smiling when Sirius excuses himself to go take another shower.
There are moments when he thinks about whether he is being cruel, playing with Sirius. But then he thinks of Sirius dripping and naked on his new carpet, and decides he is justified.
He takes Tom to Frank and Alice’s wedding, and slips with him to the men’s bathroom ten minutes after Sirius has gone in. He closes the door behind them with a bang, and presses Tom against it.
“We’ll be quiet. No one will know.”
Tom is making noises at the back of his throat as Remus sucks on his neck, and the sound of his flies being opened is eloquent in the silent room. Remus doesn’t usually speak much during sex, but something about this situation makes him want to say filthy things, what he is going to do, what a slut Tom is for wanting this, how he is going to be fucked. Mouthing these things to the other man’s stomach while he strokes his thighs, hearing only the rush of blood in his ears and the quiet moan from the neighboring stall, Remus takes Tom’s cock in his mouth.
It hasn’t occurred to him to be proud of what he can do, what he can make other people do. It has never been a question of ego stroking, how much pleasure he can bring or how skilled he is. But now Remus wants to make sure Sirius understood that he knows, knows what to do to make a man scream and bite his fist and fall against the door because his legs can’t handle it anymore. And make sure that Sirius thinks about what that means.
When Sirius emerges from the bathroom, twenty minutes after Remus and Tom have left it, he looks pale and exhausted, and Remus is sure he has thought about it.
: :
Remus has never been easy with touching his friends. Casual slaps on the back, friendly hugs have been things he has preferred to avoid. But for the purpose of his plan it is necessary to start touching people, kissing Lily on the cheek, punching Peter’s shoulder (who looks ridiculously pleased) and just punching James (who looks proud). He doesn’t touch Sirius, but he touches others in front of Sirius, and almost allows his knees to bump against Sirius’ or moves his hands as he speaks so that they almost touch his friend. Sirius seems easily distracted by the movement of his hands, and Remus spends many enjoyable evenings telling tales with accompanying gestures.
It is so easy. But then Sirius looks at him, without embarrassment, without caring that he is seen to be watching. He smiles at Remus, not the wicked grin that brought despair to teachers and fainting fits to young girls, but an open, delighted smile, all the more irresistible for not being calculated. Or at least looking like it isn’t. Remus allows himself to begin smiling back, with half a blush and half a glint of determination. They spend many moments smiling at each other, which makes Lily raise an eyebrow and James call them a pair of girls. Remus brings a new tone to his voice when he speaks to Sirius, a suggestion of rare wickedness that might be revealed at the right persuasion. He learns to use his facial expressions to convey shyness, amusement, flirtation.
He tells Sirius that he’s broken up with Tom, that it wasn’t working, not what he wants. This is the first time he’s spoken to any of his friends about his relationships. He doesn’t look at Sirius all the time he is talking, stares at his hands, his shoes, Sirius’ shoes. When he’s finished, Sirius claps him in the back, and says in a loud voice that there are plenty of other fish in the sea, that Remus is still young and should have more fun. He doesn’t quite succeed in keeping the grin from his face when he says this, but Remus does, when he hears it.
: :
When Sirius begins to do things for Remus, little things that wouldn’t notice unless you were looking, Remus thinks it’s time to finish this. He finds it difficult to justify taking presents, a box of chocolates on a rainy day, a rare book when he’s fired from yet another job. And Sirius’ look when he gives them, half hopeful and half desperate, is too much for this game. Remus thinks how easily he would fall under Sirius’ spell if he didn’t know what was going on, if he took this seriously. This kind of cruelty is no longer careless, and Remus is suddenly furious with Sirius, with how easily he is willing to destroy his friends for the sake of some fun.
Remus makes his plans for James and Lily’s wedding.
: :
As Sirius falls casually against Remus, the contact justified by excessive drunkenness that Sirius has practiced for many years, Remus doesn’t pull away. He puts a hand behind Sirius’ back, and leads him inside the house to sober up, away from the other guests and the blistering sunshine that hurts his head. Sirius is quiet as they walk.
Then he pushes Remus against the wall and kisses him, his hands in Remus’ hair and his body warm against his, chest to chest, thighs against thighs, slowly grinding and shaking with pent-up frustration. But Sirius’ mouth isn’t what Remus had expected. His lips are soft as they suck on Remus’ lower lip, almost hesitant, and his tongue in the corner of Remus’ mouth caresses his skin with wonder. Sirius’ eyes are open and he is looking at Remus, serious and intent, until Remus has to close his eyes. He kisses back, allows himself to give in for a moment, and the moan in Sirius’ throat makes him shiver. Sirius’ fingers are on Remus’ back now, lifting his shirt and stroking his shoulder blades with careful fingers. This isn’t drunken foolishness, not a stupid snog with a mate, and anger wells inside Remus again, how can he do this, how can he bear to do this. He pulls away.
“Is this what you wanted then?”
Sirius stares at him, his mouth still open and bitten and red.
“What do you mean?”
“Isn’t this what you wanted? To take advantage of me?”
Sirius’ mouth closes, and opens, and closes again. He moves back.
“Taking advantage? What the fuck are you on about?”
“Fancied a pull, did you? Wanted to see what it was like, with a man, so you thought let’s try Remus, he shags blokes! He’ll be up for it, since you are Sirius Black and everybody wants you! He should be grateful!”
“What the fuck, Moony! What are you talking about? It isn’t like that, of course it isn’t! How can you even think that!”
“Why wouldn’t I think that? You forget that I know you. What else has this been, walking naked all over the place, flirting with me, giving me presents?”
“I was just…because I like you! And you’ve been doing the same! All this time, flirting with me, smiling at me, talking…are you saying you’ve been pretending? That you’ve been leading me on?”
“Don’t lie, Sirius. You’ve just been bored and horny, and you can’t admit it.”
Sirius steps closer again. His mouth is still soft, and wet with their saliva. Remus keeps his eyes on Sirius’.
“You’ve been playing with me, haven’t you, Moony? All that stuff, everything we’ve done, has been just to get back at me, cause you don’t believe I was being serious? No pun intended.”
Remus says nothing. He feels sick suddenly.
“Well, you were wrong. I like you. I’m not playing with you, I’m not using you. I wouldn’t do that.”
Sirius presses his mouth against Remus,’ once, twice, then pulls back.
“You might want to think about what is it that you want.”
As Sirius walks away, Remus collapses against the wall, and gives in to the nausea.
Part Two
There will be three parts, next one hopefully maybe next week.
And now I'm off to see U2. Mwhahaa.
Title: The Law of Seduction 1/3
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R
Words: 2036
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the characters, I have no permission to use them and I'm making no money out of this. No infringement of copyright is intended.
Summary:The law of seduction takes the form of an uninterrupted ritual exchange where seducer and seduced constantly raise the stakes in a game that never ends.
Feedback is most welcome, particularly constructive criticism.
Will be cross-posted to
remusxsirius and remus_centric. Maybe starcrossedmoon. Do you think it's angsty enough?Both characters are over 18 here.
The Law of Seduction
‘The law of seduction takes the form of an uninterrupted ritual exchange where seducer and seduced constantly raise the stakes in a game that never ends.’
Jean Baudrillard – Seduction
When Sirius Black, naked from the waist up and still wet from his shower, stretches three inches from Remus’ face for the tenth time in a week, Remus Lupin decides he has had enough. There have been hints (So, Moony, would you ever fancy Peter? James? Me?), and strange tales (yeah I went to this Muggle bar and there were all these blokes dressed in leather eyeing me up), all equally unsubtle. There has been much display of nudity for various convoluted reasons (I was cooking dinner and the sauce splashed on my shirt and ate it all away! It was licking me!). But there is a limit to Remus’ patience and his tolerance for a naked Sirius, despite attempts to prove the contrary.
He had brought a man, a date, to James and Lily’s engagement party. His friends had known he fancied both men and women, but they had never seen him with another man. Apparently the sight of Remus passionately snogging Tom Dearborn, former Ravenclaw Quidditch captain and a few years ahead of them in school, had done something strange to Sirius. When Lily was making humming noises and whispering something to James that made him blush, and Peter was giggling in a drunken fashion, Sirius was staring at Remus and scowling. His cheekbones were red and his mouth, still bearing the signs of a bottle and a half of 1969 St. Emilion, was a long curving line. Remus had looked away, and Sirius hadn’t said anything to Remus, or answered any of the amused comments Lily had made for the rest of the evening. But the next day he had gone shopping in Muggle London and bought a leather jacket, a motorcycle, and a dog collar. Remus wonders about Sirius’ reading habits.
When Sirius had started to look at him with calculating eyes, and asking Lily all kinds of outrageous questions that shocked James (mostly because of the assumption that she would know, Remus suspects), Remus had began to develop a counter attack. It isn’t unlike Sirius to assume that everybody in the world fancies him, and as far as Remus knows, everyone does. But to take the leap from that to thinking that since one of your best friends is bisexual he is therefore your chance of experimentation, is stupid even by Sirius’ standards (There is a list. Don’t ask.). And to think that because Sirius is beautiful and charming he can effortlessly seduce his friend, is insulting.
Remus decides to take it personally.
: :
He knows his true smile is rare, and so when he hears James shouting something incoherent in Prongs’n’Padfoot language he allows his face to be carried away by the story Lily was telling. He looks down, lifts he corners of his mouth, and then his eyes, shining with delight, but more than that, with trust. The sound of the door makes him look down again, then back at Lily with guilty pleasure, but he is calm to face the astonished looks of James and Sirius. James walks to Lily and lifts his hand to her face, then turns victoriously to look at Remus. But Remus is looking at Sirius, traces of his smile still in his eyes, and enjoying the sight of Sirius’ scowl.
He is accustomed to covering most of his body with long sleeves and too-large trousers. In combination with his habit of sitting by his books for several hours, he is able to develop a new routine of standing up and stretching every few hours, not with unabashed abandon like Sirius, but with lifting his arms above his head, his hands falling back by his elbows, implicit with the desire to let go but not quite allowing himself. There is also a thin stretch of bare skin as his shirt rises, and the low-hung trousers, usually covered by his shirt, reveal hipbones and pale freckled skin. He makes a point of facing away from Sirius, and pretends ignorance of his voyeur. He even keeps from smiling when Sirius excuses himself to go take another shower.
There are moments when he thinks about whether he is being cruel, playing with Sirius. But then he thinks of Sirius dripping and naked on his new carpet, and decides he is justified.
He takes Tom to Frank and Alice’s wedding, and slips with him to the men’s bathroom ten minutes after Sirius has gone in. He closes the door behind them with a bang, and presses Tom against it.
“We’ll be quiet. No one will know.”
Tom is making noises at the back of his throat as Remus sucks on his neck, and the sound of his flies being opened is eloquent in the silent room. Remus doesn’t usually speak much during sex, but something about this situation makes him want to say filthy things, what he is going to do, what a slut Tom is for wanting this, how he is going to be fucked. Mouthing these things to the other man’s stomach while he strokes his thighs, hearing only the rush of blood in his ears and the quiet moan from the neighboring stall, Remus takes Tom’s cock in his mouth.
It hasn’t occurred to him to be proud of what he can do, what he can make other people do. It has never been a question of ego stroking, how much pleasure he can bring or how skilled he is. But now Remus wants to make sure Sirius understood that he knows, knows what to do to make a man scream and bite his fist and fall against the door because his legs can’t handle it anymore. And make sure that Sirius thinks about what that means.
When Sirius emerges from the bathroom, twenty minutes after Remus and Tom have left it, he looks pale and exhausted, and Remus is sure he has thought about it.
: :
Remus has never been easy with touching his friends. Casual slaps on the back, friendly hugs have been things he has preferred to avoid. But for the purpose of his plan it is necessary to start touching people, kissing Lily on the cheek, punching Peter’s shoulder (who looks ridiculously pleased) and just punching James (who looks proud). He doesn’t touch Sirius, but he touches others in front of Sirius, and almost allows his knees to bump against Sirius’ or moves his hands as he speaks so that they almost touch his friend. Sirius seems easily distracted by the movement of his hands, and Remus spends many enjoyable evenings telling tales with accompanying gestures.
It is so easy. But then Sirius looks at him, without embarrassment, without caring that he is seen to be watching. He smiles at Remus, not the wicked grin that brought despair to teachers and fainting fits to young girls, but an open, delighted smile, all the more irresistible for not being calculated. Or at least looking like it isn’t. Remus allows himself to begin smiling back, with half a blush and half a glint of determination. They spend many moments smiling at each other, which makes Lily raise an eyebrow and James call them a pair of girls. Remus brings a new tone to his voice when he speaks to Sirius, a suggestion of rare wickedness that might be revealed at the right persuasion. He learns to use his facial expressions to convey shyness, amusement, flirtation.
He tells Sirius that he’s broken up with Tom, that it wasn’t working, not what he wants. This is the first time he’s spoken to any of his friends about his relationships. He doesn’t look at Sirius all the time he is talking, stares at his hands, his shoes, Sirius’ shoes. When he’s finished, Sirius claps him in the back, and says in a loud voice that there are plenty of other fish in the sea, that Remus is still young and should have more fun. He doesn’t quite succeed in keeping the grin from his face when he says this, but Remus does, when he hears it.
: :
When Sirius begins to do things for Remus, little things that wouldn’t notice unless you were looking, Remus thinks it’s time to finish this. He finds it difficult to justify taking presents, a box of chocolates on a rainy day, a rare book when he’s fired from yet another job. And Sirius’ look when he gives them, half hopeful and half desperate, is too much for this game. Remus thinks how easily he would fall under Sirius’ spell if he didn’t know what was going on, if he took this seriously. This kind of cruelty is no longer careless, and Remus is suddenly furious with Sirius, with how easily he is willing to destroy his friends for the sake of some fun.
Remus makes his plans for James and Lily’s wedding.
: :
As Sirius falls casually against Remus, the contact justified by excessive drunkenness that Sirius has practiced for many years, Remus doesn’t pull away. He puts a hand behind Sirius’ back, and leads him inside the house to sober up, away from the other guests and the blistering sunshine that hurts his head. Sirius is quiet as they walk.
Then he pushes Remus against the wall and kisses him, his hands in Remus’ hair and his body warm against his, chest to chest, thighs against thighs, slowly grinding and shaking with pent-up frustration. But Sirius’ mouth isn’t what Remus had expected. His lips are soft as they suck on Remus’ lower lip, almost hesitant, and his tongue in the corner of Remus’ mouth caresses his skin with wonder. Sirius’ eyes are open and he is looking at Remus, serious and intent, until Remus has to close his eyes. He kisses back, allows himself to give in for a moment, and the moan in Sirius’ throat makes him shiver. Sirius’ fingers are on Remus’ back now, lifting his shirt and stroking his shoulder blades with careful fingers. This isn’t drunken foolishness, not a stupid snog with a mate, and anger wells inside Remus again, how can he do this, how can he bear to do this. He pulls away.
“Is this what you wanted then?”
Sirius stares at him, his mouth still open and bitten and red.
“What do you mean?”
“Isn’t this what you wanted? To take advantage of me?”
Sirius’ mouth closes, and opens, and closes again. He moves back.
“Taking advantage? What the fuck are you on about?”
“Fancied a pull, did you? Wanted to see what it was like, with a man, so you thought let’s try Remus, he shags blokes! He’ll be up for it, since you are Sirius Black and everybody wants you! He should be grateful!”
“What the fuck, Moony! What are you talking about? It isn’t like that, of course it isn’t! How can you even think that!”
“Why wouldn’t I think that? You forget that I know you. What else has this been, walking naked all over the place, flirting with me, giving me presents?”
“I was just…because I like you! And you’ve been doing the same! All this time, flirting with me, smiling at me, talking…are you saying you’ve been pretending? That you’ve been leading me on?”
“Don’t lie, Sirius. You’ve just been bored and horny, and you can’t admit it.”
Sirius steps closer again. His mouth is still soft, and wet with their saliva. Remus keeps his eyes on Sirius’.
“You’ve been playing with me, haven’t you, Moony? All that stuff, everything we’ve done, has been just to get back at me, cause you don’t believe I was being serious? No pun intended.”
Remus says nothing. He feels sick suddenly.
“Well, you were wrong. I like you. I’m not playing with you, I’m not using you. I wouldn’t do that.”
Sirius presses his mouth against Remus,’ once, twice, then pulls back.
“You might want to think about what is it that you want.”
As Sirius walks away, Remus collapses against the wall, and gives in to the nausea.
Part Two
