Marauder crack

Meanwhile, at the Shrieking Shack...

With the wand that he always keeps hidden in one of the pockets of the robes, Sirius enchants the piano. Remus doesn't understand all the words, something similar to "prior incantatem" but longer. It is impossible to know from where he knows so many enchantments. But the truth is, when it comes to magic, Sirius Black is a force of nature. He only uses part of a power that frightens him with the threat of intensity and no control. A few words, a firm movement of the wand, and the piano play alone. Remus recognises the first notes, even though the howl of his own blood barely lets him hear.

The piano is repeating the same songs he has played. It is his music that fills the room. And they are adding the moans to it.

- And this one?

- Don't.

- Has no one licked you here?

He cannot speak. He shakes his head no. He finds it hard to think.

- Better. I like to be the first to see how you taste here.

One by one. Sirius is licking all his scars. All the wounds. Without leaving any. He kisses him above the elbow, on the tender flesh of the arms. They're old wounds and they're healed but still, they dance when Sirius runs his tongue over them. He licks his breast, from left to right, following the reddish markings of the last full moons. He approaches the nipples, kisses them with his mouth open, bites, kisses again. He does not leave a span of untouched meat and every time he gets close to the most sensitive meat from the stomach where the hair thickens, Remus wants to beg.

He doesn't dare. Now that Sirius is in control, his presence overwhelms him. The only thing he can do is lie on top of that vibrating piano and let himself licked.

Full of saliva. With beats of anticipation between the legs.

Sirius finds a recent mark. A deep scar where the leg combines with the rest of the body. He uses his whole tongue, closes his lips. He sucks.

Remus's moan sounds like a howl.

- It hurts?

- No. - He doesn't know. Maybe it does. Pain and pleasure, there's a point where they are the same and Sirius dominates that fuzzy border. - I don't care.

He just wants Sirius to keep kissing him.

Sirius brings his face closer to his erection.

He can see his tongue between her lips, stroking his teeth, as if preparing for the Christmas meal. He is so close that, if he keeps on speaking for a while, Remus is sure that the brush of his breath would be enough to give him an orgasm.

- And here... Remus? - He touches his erection with a single finger. Just a finger there where the first drops of semen begin to dispense. - Hasn't anyone sucked your cock?

- You do it.

A lick. From the base to the tip of it. Sirius, none other than Sirius Black is looking at him on top of a piano, hair over his face, his wildest character, the music playing, and the tip, fuck god, just the tip of his erection inside his mouth. And then everything. Slowly and until down to the base of it. Remus's world disappears. The axis of the universe collapses and the earth begins to rotate to the rhythm of the suction. The incredible suction that is shaking his whole body and soon, too soon, becomes unbreathable.

- I could stop now, you know? It would be a hell of a revenge.

- Please.

- Please what.

- Please, I want to scream your name.

In three or four or five different languages, ​​because it is the only name that he has always had on his lips when he cums. Alone or in the company of others, has always sought him. But this time is the first time he doesn't have to bite his tongue. This time, when Sirius is sucking him up and accompanying the movement of the lips and tongue with his hand, Remus is free to say it: siriussiriussiriusisirius. He repeats it without stopping, he strokes his hair, spreads his legs to make room for him, he would like to hold out more and enjoy every sensation but it ends soon, fast, exploding. He trembles, accompanied by the music, he burns, hears jazz and his blood, he dies, he has Sirius's lips and his hand and nothing else. He doesn't need anything else to retrace immense pleasure and letting himself go, screaming just once, the only thing he has always wanted to scream.

His name.

It takes a while for him to return from the nuclear explosion in his brain.

He has a hard time catching his breath on the piano. Besides his breathing, he hears the final notes of The blue rhapsody. Sirius asks what it is from, lying down together with him. Faint rays of light enter through the openings in the wood of the walls.

-Gershwin- he manages to say.

Sirius gasps a "not bad" to him. An unexpected compliment.

- I thought you didn't like jazz.

- Well, I'll have to listen to it more further times to be sure.

Remus murmurs "whenever you want" against his lips. They eat each other slowly and lazily, with the heaviness of the last notes. Long kisses from now then. They know Gershwin and sex between men. The sweat and jazz. Remus struggles to memorise the flavours, the textures, the brushing of his hair on the face, the feel of his chest against his, the smell of his body after sex. He wants to remember everything, that the moment, to crystallise it in amber and make it last forever.

-It's weird- Sirius says. -Usually when ... well, you know, "then", I'm always thinking of getting rid of the girl to go back with James and with you. Even Peter. But now I am with you already...

Remus would like to ask him if it is a good or bad weird thing. If Sirius feels like getting rid of him, what does it mean what they just did, if they will have to tell James or Sirius will wake up thinking how excited he is of being with a girl. If they are friends like before, or they are more than friends, or if he should tell him that he's been dreaming of something like that for years. He knows nothing, as a matter of fact. And being so close to happiness makes him experience a slight feeling of sudden panic.

Next to him, Sirius sits up on the piano. He rests his head on his hand and arm on one elbow, until the instrument protests and creaks.

- And now spit it out, asshole. What the hell did you write to McGonagall and why the fuck couldn't she look me in the face.

They are naked, they are together, all their skin has Sirius marks, and even kisses taste like him. Whatever happens in the morning, at this very time, he can't deny Sirius anything.