Marauder crack

How to tell one of your best friends AND lover that you want to sleep with him

Remus reads as he walks. It's something Sirius hasn't seen him do. Nobody else. But in regards to him, it seems like the most normal thing in the world. He is able to go reading, dragging the end of the scarf without tripping, without bumping into other students, even returning the greeting to the little students who sing his name "hello, Remus!" clearly indicating who they consider being his favourite prefect. 

It is one of the many surprising skills that he hides. No one who knew him would say would believe him with enough practice to read, walk, dodge and greet the same weather. Especially no one who had seen him play Quidditch. Sirius has only seen him once, at James's insistence, but he would almost prefer not to have done it. He got up from the field on a broomstick and went, in the words of James:

"- The saddest thing I've seen since Peter swallowed that quill thinking it was sugar made."

That's how it went. Remus lasted in the air a total of forty-five very long seconds. It gave him time enough to do four laps of the field and fall onto the ground. Once on earth, he just said

"-I told you that I was not very good at sports".

They never insisted again. They were in their second year and Sirius and James knew Remus wasn't born for sports. Neither coordination nor skill. He had nothing. And yet Sirius watches him and he can't stop noticing that natural grace, an elegant awkwardness, an almost liquid softness. 

As Remus walks, he seems to flow. Another of his innumerable contradictions of him. He wonders how many more there will be. But the ones that intrigue him the most are the ones related to sex.

Lying on James's bed, Sirius reviews his copy of the Kamasutra. But there is nothing to satisfy his curiosity. "Pig book". All images of guys and girls fucking in a million absurd positions. Nothing that can help him figure out the riddle of Lupin.

- Stupid book.

He had never thought of Remus as a sexual being, to be honest. But since he started thinking about it, he doesn't think about anything else. It amazes him that he can keep under the lunatic calm of his expression all that hunger that appears when they are together and Remus clings to his clothes as if he wanted to eat him. Is it like this with everyone? I mean, how many have there been before him? Where was all that kept? Where did he come from? Has he ever thought about it? Was Remus Lupin thinking about sex all those years in which Sirius was involved in a long succession of panties without names? Is it all supposed to be so new to both of them, or just to Sirius?

And above all, is there any reason why they have not been lolling together?

- It's not that we haven't done ... well ... things.

James discovers him with the book in his hands. He is amused that Sirius did not know all about sex for once and is so insistent on helping him that Sirius ends up talking to him.

- But we haven't done ... well, fuck. We have not done THAT.

-And you don't know if she wants to do it? I thought you always knew.

Poor James. He almost feels sorry for him. He looks at Sirius like his legend has fallen.- What am I going to know, motherfucker. You try. And if she doesn't want to, well, you hold on and you masturbate in your room and if she wants to, you make sure to have an anti-pregnancy potion made.

- And now why is it different?

-Well ... - he finds it difficult to admit it, he suffers, but in the end, he confesses- I don't want to spoil it.

-But has she been with other guys before?

Daniel O' whatever. Kissing. Sirius's stomach is stirring. His knees burn, and also the palms of the hands. And he has the feeling that Daniel has not been the only one. How Remus kiss, he could not be the only one. No way. Impossible. Sirius feels a raging whiff of curiosity bordering on his jealousy. There have been other boys. Maybe a lot of guys. And suddenly, he needs to know what guys. And what exactly have they done?

-Yeah. She's been with other guys before." In a sense, she has more experience than me. And since she hasn't ... raised the issue ...

James stays very still. With the mouth half-open.

-He has more experience than you? Bloody hell. She doesn't devote herself to it professionally, right?

Sirius gives James a pillow in the face and gets up.

- I don't know why I'm talking to you about this.

James chases him around the school begging him to tell him who she is, if she is married? If she's from Slytherin? Is she a blood relative? Is she a teacher? Is she a vampire? protesting that he can't help him without a name.

- I just want a name, Padfoot!