Random OneShots

Both. Both is good.

By: NeonDomino on Ao3

James x Sirius x Remus

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His body feels hot. Burning even and before he even opens his eyes, he can feel the sweat on his forehead, can feel a coil of need and desire inside of him.

He can tell something is wrong.

Sirius sits up quickly, his clothes sticking to his body. Is he supposed to feel... wet? Fuck. What is happening? He swings his legs over the side of his bed. This isn't any illness that he's familiar with, and the second his legs come out of the bed, James' wand raises, eyes wide.

"Put that down, you're scaring him," Remus snaps, his amber eyes looking darker than ever as they turn back to Sirius. "Sirius, are you okay?"

Remus takes a step back, towards James. Peter is still asleep, oblivious.

"What did you do to me?" Sirius demands, panic setting in. This has to be some sort of prank that he hasn't quite figured out yet. His eyes fix on the wand. "James fucking Potter, is this a joke?"

James' lips move but he has no words. He's trying very hard to keep his eyes on Sirius' face.

Remus sighs. "Sirius. You're going into heat."

"What the fuck is heat?" Sirius demands. "What the... why is this... you guys aren't pranking me?"

Remus steps forward, but James makes a protesting sound and Remus freezes, turning.

"I'm not going to take advantage," Remus snaps, a little forcefully. "Fucksake, James. It'll calm him down if one of us goes over there, and you're clearly not in a state to do so."

James gives the slightest of nods and Remus turns back, heading over towards Sirius and arms wrap gently around him.

Sirius is thrown by the hug. But also, it's nice. More than nice. Remus smells amazing. Has he always smelt like this? Yes. But now it's stronger, more enticing.

He burrows into Remus' shoulder, and then moves his body closer. He's not really sure why, but he needs. Fingers wind around Remus, digging into his hips and Sirius tries to get closer still, driven by something that he's not quite sure of.

"Sirius, no," Remus whispers. "You're in heat. It's an Omega thing, okay. I... you're clearly not a beta." He doesn't push Sirius away, but he tries to put a couple of inches between their body.

Sirius follows his movement. "You smell so fucking good," he croaks, his voice rough. "Moony, maybe we... we should..." he's not sure. He trails off.

"How about we go to Madam Pomfrey," Remus replies gently. "And if, after your heat, you still think I smell good, we can talk through that, okay?"

"But..."

"No," Remus says, his voice firm, sending shivers through Sirius. "Come on, Padfoot. Like I said, if you still feel the same..." Remus' fingers grip tightly to Sirius' hips. "If you still want... I'm open to discuss. But I don't want to take advantage, and if anything happens right now, that's what it'll be. So... we'll get the cloak and go downstairs, okay? You think you can handle that?"