Wolfstar Oneshots

17. One Night Stand

Warning: someone requested an Mpreg and I realize that its not for some people, if so please skip this chapter. I understand, its not my favorite either, but I thought it would be interesting to try something new so without further ado, my first Mpreg! ( that sounds so weird lol). Also I've never written smut before so this is going to be really bad...

James Potter was getting married in three weeks and it was up to Sirius to put together the perfect bachelor party for his best mate.  The game plan was to take a couple of shots back at Sirius' flat before heading to a strip club. The only rule of the night was what happens in the club stays in the club. In other words: no one is allowed to repeat the happenings of that night.  

Peter, Remus, Frank, Sirius, and James all piled into a small taxi, words already slurring with intoxication. They passed a plastic water bottle filled with vodka around the cabin of the vehicle, the liquid sloshing onto their trousers when the tires went over a rough bit of cobble stone. Sirius took a swig and grimaced at the burn sliding down his throat. He grinned and fell over onto himself when the cab came to a sudden stop.  He felt Remus' bony fingers grab his collar and help him back up.

" Come on, you tosser! James and the lot are already outta the cab!"

" Thanks for waiting for me Remmy, " Sirius slurred teasingly. He used Remus, who was considerably less drunk than him, as a support when they walked. Remus rolled his eyes at his friend, wondering how he was already pissed drunk.

" You're gonna be hurtin' tomorrow, that's for sure!" Remus mused. His muscles clenched to support Sirius as he tripped over his own feet.

" Whoopsie," He muttered and giggled to himself, " Oi! Remus, leave off will you? We're supposed to have fun tonight!"

" I know, trust me I'll probably be as blasted as you by the end of tonight," Remus chuckled. He avoided the gazes of all the patrons of the club staring at the two under the changing colored lights. He heard the far off chatter and guffaws of his friends who had settled at the end of the bar. He dropped Sirius next to Peter and flagged over the bartender.

" What can I get for you sir?"

" Can I get a shot of whiskey?"

" Sure thing."

Remus made his way back over to his friends who were in the middle of making a toast.

" To the Groom!"

" To finally settling down!"

" To one more night as a bachelor!"

" To James Potter!"

They all clinked the cheap glasses together and downed the drinks in their hands. The mixture of liquids clouded their brains and made them laugh like giddy children. They whooped and hollered at the naked women dancing on the poles in front of them. Peter reached out and tucked a bank note into one of the lady's thongs, a steamy grin spreading over his mousy face. Remus swirled the drink in it's glass, uninterested in the women he didn't know grinding down on him. The way his friends drooled over these strangers, with unashamed boners out in the open, made Remus almost sick to his stomach. However, the more he drank the less it bothered him and instead he took to watching the drunkards as a form of entertainment.

When the clock stuck 1:00 AM, not that anyone had any notion of what time it was, Remus started to get bored. He was currently staring at his best friend's toned ass and the alcohol flowing through his system acted as a liquid courage and pushed him to act on his passions.

He pulled on Sirius sleeve and tugged him into a narrow hallway leading to the bathroom. Sirius' face cinched in confusion, but he allowed himself to be led without question.