No Control // Wolfstar

Twenty Two

* First half of this chapter is smut - the second half is really important *

Remus pries his shirt over his head, folding it neatly onto the heap of clothes in the middle of the floor. James and Peter were with Professor Slughorn scraping the goo off of the ceiling from the day's lesson - not expected to be back for quite some time. Sirius slips through the door, his hair dripping onto his exposed skin. A towel is wrapped tightly around his waist, the pure white of the towel being a stark contrast to his tanned skin.

"Damnit," Remus mutters under his breath. Grabbing the closest thing to him, he faces the other direction, holding it over his growing erection.

"Um, have you seen my pants?" Sirius asks, rummaging through his trunk. "I could've sworn I left them right here."

Remus lowers his eyes, the grey drawstring sweatpants tucked over himself. "Yeah sorry." He turns around, handing him the pants with an odd shuffle.

Sirius raises an eyebrow, "Are you okay?"

"Peachy."

Sirius' gaze flickers downwards and he can't help the smirk tugging at his lips. "I see." He tosses the pants onto the trunk, pulling Remus closer by the belt loops in his trousers. Remus doesn't object, letting Sirius press himself against his thigh. Sirius trails his mouth along Remus' jawline, kissing every inch of strained skin, sucking at the base of his neck with wet lips. His teeth graze over the exposed skin, nibbling roughly as Remus throws his head back.

Remus' nails dig into Sirius' shoulder blades, pushing him down onto the trunk.

Sirius leaves a hot trail down Remus' back, licking a long stripe up his abs. His hand unzips Remus' pants tantalizingly slow. Remus clenches Sirius' hair with his fingers, tugging it harshly when Sirius pulls down his briefs with his teeth. He stiffens when Sirius touches him raw, drawing in a deep breath, feeling calloused hands grip around him rougher than expected.

Remus bucks his hips when Sirius flicks the tip with his tongue. He pulls Sirius up with a strength he didn't know he possessed, crashing his lips down onto Sirius'. Their tongues fight for dominance, pushing and sucking sending them into a bliss. Nothing about this kiss is soft or sweet. It's hungry, aggressive, burning with desire. Remus pushes Sirius onto the bed, climbing over him incessantly.

Remus grounds his hips into Sirius, nothing but the scrappy material of the towel between the two. He drags his nails down Sirius' smooth complexion, feeling every inch of his toned body. A tight knot builds in his stomach, a throbbing pulse coursing through his dick. Every thought previously in his head has vanished - making room for nothing but dirty thoughts to appear. His mouth is insistent against Sirius', nipping and drawing Sirius into a dizziness.

Sirius groans deeply against Remus, letting Remus' weight completely crush him. The feeling of his hard erection over his own made his body tremble with ecstasy. Remus is impressively long with a rigid textured length that Sirius ached to feel. He reaches his hand down, pumping around Remus' dick with a balanced mixture of pulling and squeezing. Remus lets out a ragged breath, burying his head into Sirius' neck. He pins his elbows on either side of Sirius' head, involuntarily thrusting into Sirius' hand. Pre-cum drips out of his tip, giving a natural slickness to each thrust.

"I want you to fuck me so hard Remus," Sirius whispers, his voice husky and laced with passion. His grip gets tighter, adding friction to each thrust.

Remus pants heavily with each thrust into Sirius' hand. Each dirty word that spews from Sirius' mouth replays in his mind; the idea of Sirius in front of him while he fucks him senseless makes his cock spasm. He bites down hard on Sirius' shoulder, gripping the sheets with whitened knuckles.

"Does it feel tight?" Sirius breathes in his ear. His foot drifts up Remus' calf, wrapping around his leg to push him tight against himself. "Feel how hard I am for you right now."

"Fuck I feel it," Remus shouts. He digs his knees into the bed, hovering over Sirius while fucking his hand with growing intensity.

Sirius moans loudly into Remus' ear, calling out his name, "Remus-"

"Sirius," Remus grits. He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. "Shit."

Remus' muscles tighten, all of his nerves bursting simultaneously until he can't contain it anymore. The cloth of the towel rubs against his balls with every thrust creating a pulsating friction against his dick. A deep hearty moan escapes his lips when he lets himself spill onto Sirius' bare chest, a long burst of cum spurting out uncontrollably. Sirius pumps his hand, squeezing out every last bit of cum, swiping the tip of Remus's dick and licking the cum off of his finger.

"Holy shit," Remus pants, resting his forehead against Sirius shoulder.

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It was now or never.

Abigail marches into the common room where Remus is, holding that dumb book he was always reading. She eyes the cover, not surprised to see the fading title of The Outsiders. She stops in front of him, planting her feet firmly in the carpet with her hands on her hips.

Remus peers over the top of the book. Abigail's grey skirt is neatly pressed, each pleat crisp, and her sweater has no sign of pilling from the past two years she's had it.

"Remus," Abigail states, no tone of bullshit in her voice.

"Am I in trouble?" he asks, hiding behind his book like a child trying not to be caught. She snatches the book, tossing it to the side. "Hey!" Remus sits forwards in attempt to grab it, knitting his eyebrows together tightly. "What was that for?"

"Remus John Lupin you know exactly what that was for!"

"I really don't, Abigail Brooke McHealy." He stands up, towering over her with his height.

Abigail glares up at him, taking a step back so they're not pressed against each other. "Where have you been?" she asks firmly.

"Sitting here, reading. You just saw that."

"I swear to Merlin Remus I'm not playing here." She balls her fist, taking a swing at his chest but he catches it in his hand.

"You're mad."

"No I'm a fucking ray of sunshine!"

"What's wrong?" he asks, holding her hand tightly in his own. A tear slips from her gaze. She rings her hand free from his, wiping it away mercilessly. "Abigail?"

"You're a load of bull Remus Lupin!" she shouts. "I know you're not doing bloody Prefect work and all this detention shit! It has to do with Black, doesn't it? What, are you a Death Eater now?" Remus scowls, turning his cheek to avoid her glare. Guilt and rage vie for his attention, but his face remains stone cold.  "Just tell me Remus. I need to know."

"Tell you what, exactly?" he seethes.

"That you're cheating on me!" She bangs her fists against his chest enraged, tears now streaming down her porcelain cheeks. He bites his lip, refusing to take any action. "I've been loyal to you all this time and you go behind my back with some god damn whore! Is it that Ravenclaw skank?"

Remus grabs her wrists in his hands, pushing her back against the wall. At impact, he loosens his grip, barely holding her hands as not to physically harm her. "Okay I cheated! Are you happy?" he roars. The anger in his eyes burns, and he drops his voice to a low growl, "But you and I both know that I wasn't the first." He releases her wrists, storming away with rage steaming off his body.

Abigail stamps her foot against the floor, rubbing away the tears furiously. "Fuck you Remus!" she shouts, her throat burning. Her small hands grasp the vase on the table, chucking it against the wall and watching it shatter to shards on the floor. Her fury rampages over the entire common room, sending things flying left, right, and center. In the depths of her throat she lets out strangled scream, grabbing the closest thing to her and chucking it into the fireplace.

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A/N: Sorry if y'all hate Remus soon...