The Twelve Fucks of Christmas: A Wolfstar Story

The Beast with Three Backs

A couple of hours later, they re-emerged from the Pensieve after watching the final performance of Ziggy Stardust twice in a row. Sirius collapsed back onto the couch as though he'd just been thoroughly shagged, swiping his hair from his face, looking dazed.

"Hands down, the best show I've ever seen," he declared. He turned towards Remus and gave him a warm smile. "That's the best present I've ever had. Thank you."

"You're very welcome. Now..." Remus rested his hand on Sirius' thigh and gave it a light squeeze. "What was this amazing Christmas present you promised me last night? The 'pièce de résistance of our sexual escapades', you called it."

"Oh yes!" said Sirius excitedly. "I almost forgot about that." He rose to his feet and pulled Remus up along with him. "This way..."

Sirius led Remus into their bedroom and sat him down on their bed. "Now, I'm going to have to pop out of the room for a bit. Make yourself comfortable and I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

Without further explanation, he left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Remus sat waiting patiently for his return, wondering what on earth he had planned for him this time. Maybe he was going to come back dressed in his corset and heels again? He rather liked that idea. Or perhaps another lapdance? He couldn't imagine what Sirius had in store for him, but he seemed fairly confident that Remus would enjoy it. A few minutes later Sirius re-entered the bedroom dressed in the same clothes that he had left in. The only thing he had brought with him was one of the sex cheques.

"Now, I have a bit of a confession to make," Sirius began. "I took this out of the booklet before I gave it to you because I wanted to save this particular sexcapade for last."

He handed it to Remus and he read aloud, "This voucher is valid in exchange for...fulfilling one sexual fantasy." Remus looked up at Sirius. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Well, we've talked about our sexual fantasies at length plenty of times. Tell me what yours is?" he asked teasingly. Remus shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling awkward all of a sudden.

"Well...you know that I've always fantasised about having a threesome," he began carefully. "But you know how I feel about bringing someone else into our bed."

"You'd get jealous," said Sirius knowingly.

"So would you," Remus countered. A stab of panic struck him then. "Sirius, you haven't..."

Knock knock knock.

Remus jumped to his feet at the sound of someone chapping the door and Sirius placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Whoa there, Remy, don't panic. Let me explain—"

"You shouldn't have set something like this up without talking to me about it first!" Remus hissed.

"I know, but I wanted it to be a surprise. Look, just...when you meet who I've brought, I think you'll change your mind," he implored. "Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me before?"

Remus doubted very much that he'd agree to whoever it was that stood behind the door, but he acknowledged that Sirius had, up until now, been a trustworthy figure, so he really ought to give him the benefit of the doubt. He eyed the door wearily.

"If I say no..."

"Then nothing will happen," Sirius assured him. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Remus hesitated a moment before giving a curt nod. Sirius rubbed his arm reassuringly and called over his shoulder, "You can come in now!"

Remus' mouth fell open when none other than Sirius stepped into the bedroom, or at least an exact copy of him, he was even wearing the same clothes.