Marauder crack

Welcome to the jungle

Lily and Remus do the prefect night rounds together. It's a quiet night in Gryffindor, so all Remus' tasks consist of things like turning off taps that drip, and collect homework that has been left on the floor and tables from the common room. They also have to wake the sleepy ghosts and worry about the pictures do not make a fuss.

- So actually, you've only kissed once since it started the course. - When Remus nods in distress, Lily continues. She wants to make sure she has understood. - First, because you ended up in the hospital wing because of the full moon, and later, because he wanted to play you some kind of joke, you gave it back to him, and now he wants revenge on it. Though for now, all he does is threaten you and ignore you. - Again, Remus nods. - And even though it's obvious from your badly wounded puppy face that you can't think of anything else, you haven't talked about it to Sirius because he never talks and because you always do what he decides, because of your legendary fear of rejection. Is it all about that?

They collect the scarves that the children have left forgotten in the Common Room.

- It's a good summary.

She throws herself on the couch.

- Very good. - Lily fucks with him. - From now on, when I ask why I don't have a boyfriend, will you let me tell this story and title it "Men Are Idiots"? - Remus growls. - Oh my God! Speak with him or if you prefer, do it his way and sexually assault him! I'm off to sleep. And when I wake up tomorrow, I hope you're back to that little group of men in whom the human race can still deposit some residual hope.

- I'll try.

They say good night to each other. Lily orders him to rest. She adds "I love you" and then she appends, "For now...".

- See you tomorrow.

Remus likes the crackling of the fireplace when he is alone, accompanied only by the remains of Lily's perfume and his own ghosts. He has no more excuses to stay up, he knows he should go thinking about going to bed. But the prospect of entering the room to his warm bed is not convincing enough. They may be talking, still awake, and he may have to hear his voice in the gloomy dark. They may be asleep and then he will have to see him in the dark, face down, with his arms falling to the ground and the sheet covering him only halfway through. It may be worse. That they are not talking but not asleep either. Then he would have to go to bed knowing that he is there. Two meters away. Listening to him.

- Lily is right. This has to end.

He heads for the stairs that lead to the dorms. Knows the way by heart, and he can do it without light. He draws his wand, utters the enchantment and the room goes dark. Black, like the mouth of a tunnel on a stormy night. He gives himself a few seconds to get used to, and when the silhouette of the stairs becomes a distinguishable shadow, he takes a couple of steps up.

- What has to end?

In the dark. His voice on the stairs. Two steps higher. Three, maybe less. His footsteps are getting closer. Down. To him. Remus leans against the wall to get something to hold him up. Sirius cuts off the step. He must have been training late because he still smells like aromatic soap that elves make for showers. The figure of him is a fuzzy stroke. He can see the gray in his eyes. The rests are just angles and tempting curves.

- The cat ate your tongue, Moony? - It must be a rhetorical question. Sirius won't let him space to respond and less and less to move. He keeps going down to catch up with him, on the same rung. On the narrow staircase - Were you already telling Lily little dirty secrets?Remus knows exactly what he is doing. He tries to turn out threatening to corner him. He succeeds but it is better than that he does not know.

- Why? Does that bother you too?

- Yeah.

And nothing more. Remus notices that he is being pulled, he has time to see Sirius' hand around his tie and then nothing, nothing because the world unscrews, and he is fighting open graveyard with a kiss full of tongues and licks that escapes from between their lips because they are too anxious. Nothing to do with all the previous kisses in his life. The four cardinal points disappear and all he thinks is more more MORE. Sirius bites his lips, Remus puts his hands in his hair and if at that moment, he asked him to undress right there, he wouldn't doubt it.

If he doesn't ask, he will have to do it anyway.

-It bothers me, -he separates, licks his face, gasps- I hate you. I've been three days thinking about how to get revenge, and I can't, because all I want is to know what face do you have when you're cumming.

"You might find out right away," Remus thinks if he keeps looking for his nipples underneath his clothes. The idea that Sirius wants to see him like this is overwhelming and has an immediate effect. The erection is violent, instantaneous. To cum. What a great idea. He has been waiting for that precious moment for weeks. Months. Lifetime. Years. Cum, yes. The idea shines like a diamond in his head.