Pine Trees

by mommyminho

Summary:

All Sirius Black does all class is stare at Remus Lupin's back. A back so gorgeous he wonders what it would be like to sink his nails in.

OR, oblivious pining wolfstar

Notes:

At risk of sounding guilty by forward denial, I wanted to make clear that no AI was used to write this work. I can’t stand generative AI and I strongly believe it has no place in creative spaces including fanfiction. Let myself be a testament to working hard to create art that doesn’t come naturally. I am an essay writer at heart (as displayed by my stiff writing and use of a semicolon in the opening sentence) but I still took time to create an original art and practise technique. That being said please judge my skills lightly, I create for fun and whimsy only T T

 

Also this is my first HP fic so please be gentle with me and also fuck JKR all my homies hate JKR

Chapter 1

Remus Lupin always held himself with dignity; he was a Gryffindor prefect for Merlin’s sake. His wide, strong shoulders were always squared, and while the rest of his frame was lethe, his perfect posture kept him from appearing lanky or awkward. His golden eyes kept to his own parchment in every class and his large hands always held his quill in a confident grip, calmly scribbling all the correct answers down. Soft curls kissed the top of his head, never daring to grow long enough to hide the strong cheekbones that defined his face. Remus was smarter than anyone Sirius knew, an astonishing feat for a muggle-born. He was a shoe-in for head boy when the time came. Not only was his brain a sponge, but he was kind and empathetic, a true friend to anyone lucky enough to get close with him. His caring nature also allowed him to be incredibly humble; for all the accomplishments he made, he never once bragged.

He was perfection, and Sirius felt like a downright loser in comparison.

Although coming from a prestigious family such as the Blacks, and being the first born heir at that, Sirius Black thought himself to pale in comparison to the being sculpted by gods that was Remus. His tangled dark curls rested on his slim shoulders, his build more spindly than anything. He couldn’t keep his cold grey eyes from wandering to his classmates’ tests, never one to study. The only redeeming quality he seemed to possess in this moment was his print-like handwriting, a skill that was literally beaten into him at a young age. He did his best to concentrate on the boring material in front of him but he truly couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to the boy sat across the room.

Alas, Sirius’s stares would come to an end as the bell rang and students from both houses rose from their seats to hand in their exam. He glanced back down at his paper to see only half the questions done, no doubt majority of them being copied answers. As Remus slung his bag over his shoulder and dropped his parchment on Professor McGonagall’s desk, Sirius allowed himself to take a few last fleeting glances at the broad back presented to him before he’d have to float through his next classes with only memories of Remus in his mind.

***

Meals had always been Sirius’s favorite time of day; no exams or notetaking, no professors telling them to stop talking, delicious mountains of food prepared by the house elves, and the perfect view of Remus’s back. His tall figure was always so easy to spot among the crowd, his mop of curly brown hair standing high above everyone else. The best sight was when he’d throw his head back in a delighted burst of laughter at something James or Peter said. It always made Sirius smile himself.

“The Hufflepuff table is that way oh sweet Sirius,” Regulus teased as he sat down next to him. It earned him a rough shove from the now blushing boy. A blush so easily seen on his pale skin.

“Come off it. Just because I actually have an interest in other human beings doesn’t mean I’m that soft.”

“Whatever you say, dear brother.” Regulus left Sirius to stare. He let his mind wander as he tuned out the chatter of his peers around him. He imagined what it would be like to wrap his arms around those strong shoulders in a back hug or to be thrown over one in the middle of rough housing like he’d spied many times when Remus would run around with his friend group during free periods. He fantasized about looping his arm around Remus’s stronger yet lean one, or placing his hands on his beautifully sculpted face for a sweet kiss. He wondered how much give the skin and muscles on his sweaty back would have as Sirius dug his fingernails in, creating crescents much like the moon itself.

Sirius’s speeding train of thought was interrupted as he realized his focused gaze had been broken, not by the body of a passing student or professor, but instead by the eyes of his very own subject of affections: Remus. Their locked eyes didn’t waver as Sirius’s consciousness was pulled back to the present, though he’s sure his widened a fraction. Remus stared back with a slightly puzzled look, undoubtedly wondering why this random Slytherin was boring holes into his back.

Sirius looked to the side as he was worried Remus might suddenly become a mindreader and be quickly disgusted with him. He immediately shoved some bread into his pocket to take with him as he rushed from the Great Hall to start his free period early, hoping the cool fall air of the courtyard would get rid of the intensely warm blush reddening his cheeks.

***

As days and weeks passed, the leaves on the trees continued to fall and Sirius had less opportunity to sneak outside once the sun had set. Besides his brother, he didn’t have many friends within his house. They all either came from noble families like his which made them self-centered and snobbish or wished they had come from a family as well-known as his own which made them kiss-ups and moochers. Sirius lost track of how many of his peers had attempted to befriend him, only looking to gain notoriety or status, things Sirius couldn’t care less about. Regulus had managed better, not caring that his small group of more humble rich kids came from the same background. Sirius longed for a group of real friends, like the one Remus had. Although there were pure-bloods within his circle, like James Potter, that wasn’t what defined their bonds. Instead, their friendship grew through camaraderie and laughter and shared interests. It was safe to say that Sirius was jealous.

And so Sirius walked the halls alone during his free time, deciding that the library would be a nice quiet place to study (daydream). As usual, his mind was elsewhere as he rushed down the corridor, so it came as no surprise when he ran right into a wall. Except, it wasn’t a wall. Sirius’s books dropped to the ground, and in his haste to pick them up he didn’t even spare a glance at who he had crashed right into until his hand connected with the one also attempting to pick up the textbook- the hand that he would recognize anywhere.

His head shot up quickly, coming face to face with the one and only Remus Lupin, the object of his pining for several years now. Sirius’s mouth went dry, an apology attempting to escape but the words never coming.

“Sorry,” Remus spoke first. His steady and sure voice sounding much more confident than Sirius’s ever would have. “I shouldn’t have been looking at my book in the hall, I didn’t even see you there.”

“Uh…” Great start Sirius, that’ll really sweep him off his feet. “It’s alright, I obviously wasn’t looking either.” His voice came out with a slight nervous quiver that he was hoping Remus wouldn’t notice.

At that moment, Sirius realized their hands were still connected, laying on his book that splayed across the floor, similar to how he would lay across his bed later in utter embarrassment thinking about this moment. Sirius begrudgingly pulled his cold hand away from Remus’s warm touch to gather his books, standing upright. Remus followed, holding out one of Sirius’s books that he grabbed with his own.

“Maybe next time you shouldn’t be wandering the halls with a wandering mind,” Remus smirked. Gods he looked so good with the corner of his mouth tipped like that. Sirius could feel the heat of his blush rising to his cheeks.

“Sounds like good advice.”

Remus’s smirk turned into a polite smile at that as he continued to walk in the opposite direction of Sirius who so longed to follow.

 

***

The touch of Remus’s hand on his plagued Sirius’s mind for nights to come. He lay in bed awake just thinking about its warmth. He tried his hardest not to think pervertedly, he swears. To Sirius, love should remain innocent, no matter how hard lust attempted to dirty it. He was not a stranger to lust, his rebellious streak finding himself persuading girls and boys alike for a quickie in the back room of some fancy party his parents had dragged him to. He wasn’t always caught but when he was, the punishments were harsh. Though the satisfaction he gained from knowing he was assassinating his parent’s status always made it worth it.

Is that what this was though? Love? Did he love Remus Lupin when he had only just shared his first words with him in that quiet corridor? He wasn’t quite sure he was there yet. It was definitely an infatuation, however- a crush. And to Sirius, a crush could be dirty. It could be sweet and airy in the daytime but sweaty and filthy at night.

As he laid in wake, his mind never seeming to stop wandering, Sirius couldn’t help but think about Remus’s hand. Big, warm, much more tanned than his own. It could easily hold his waist or his throat. His long fingers would tangle perfectly in his hair, easily grabbing a big section to pull. He thought of how his hands would feel ghosting over his bare ass only to grab his whole cheek in one hand.

With his curtains closed, Sirius snaked his own hand down his body, wishing it was Remus’s as it finally made contact with the hard bulge in his pants. He rubbed, letting out a small whimper as he applied more pressure. Sirius let his mind wander as his hips bucked, thinking only about Remus and the smirk that he hoped would appear at the sight of Sirius’s flushed and sweaty body. He dreamt of praises falling from the taller boy’s mouth.

“You look so pretty, Sirius.”
“You sound so sexy, Sirius.”
“I can’t wait to fuck you, Sirius.”

Sirius’s erection was suddenly too confined in his underwear and pants. He scrambled to take them off, hoping none of his roommates would hear the bed squeaking in his haste.

“Wouldn’t want them to hear you being a dirty boy. Your moans are just for me.”

Sirius flung himself face first into his pillows to quiet the moan that was ripped from him at the thought of Remus teasing him like that. The new position allowed him to rut against the sheets in a depraved way that Sirius would be incredibly embarrassed to admit.

“Humping the bed like a dog? If you stay quiet enough, I’ll let you cum.”

Sirius imagined Remus laughing at the sorry state he was in. He bit his lip hard at the noise that threatened to burst loudly out of his mouth.

“Good boy.”

Sirius whined high and pitchy into his pillow, his hips speeding up and no doubt causing his bed to squeak loudly. He didn’t care; all he couldn’t think about was Remus, Remus, Remus.

“If you can’t stay quiet on your own, I’ll have to shut you up myself.”

The Remus in his fantasy shoved his long, gorgeous fingers into Sirius’s mouth, which he then emulated in real life, using the digits to quiet the noises that wouldn’t stop escaping his mouth. The drag of his pre-cum slicked dick on the bed sheets created a friction so mind-numbingly good, Sirius could barely think. His mind became clouded with the thought of Remus hovering over him from behind, dragging his own member over Sirius’s ass, teasing him. His warm breath wafting over the back of Sirius’s neck as Remus panted, somehow still holding himself together in the sweaty air enclosed in the curtains. Sirius’s wet fingers quickly found their way to his dick, a jolt of pleasure coursing through him as he circled his thumb around the head. He rolled onto his back for better access, biting on the skin of his free hand. He imagined biting into the strong shoulder of the other boy, hopefully eliciting a moan that was sure to sound like the sweetest symphony.

“Are you close? Gonna come just from humping my leg like a bitch in heat?”

The humiliation Sirius felt from the question was enough to bring him over the edge. He came with a deep moan deafened by the back of his hand, his cock leaking all over his other hand. He laid in the silence of his dorm room, panting in an attempt to catch his breath. The shame that begged to sneak into the back of his mind was no match for the exhaustion that was now evident. Sirius didn’t have any energy to clean himself up, electing to just wipe his gross, dirty hand on his sheets and hope they got washed tomorrow.

As sleep overtook his mind, the small smile of Remus’s appeared once more in Sirius’s head.

Chapter 2

Summary:

Sirius gets himself into a bit of trouble, and Remus jumps in to help. He ends up getting involved more than planned.

Notes:

hi everyone~
so i've had this written for a couple days but i wasn't sure how fast to put out chapters lol i hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as the last and hopefully i'll have a third coming soon!

Sirius Black was by no means average, though somehow his reputation swallowed him whole. Remus, however, saw right through the status and the riches to gaze longingly at the beautiful boy behind it all. His face looked as if it was carved in stone by the most skilled artist to ever live, accented by misty grey eyes that reminded Remus of the night sky; it made him much less afraid of the stars. His dark black hair was consistently messy but Remus liked it; it showed character. He liked it best when Sirius would tuck some strands behind his ear when he was focusing hard in class, it made him appear regal yet soft. His slim form was nothing to underestimate as under his loose robes was a form so perfectly shaped from countless hours of quidditch. Spending so much time on a broomstick had allowed his muscles to shape the most insanely toned butt and thighs; any class that Remus had to sit directly behind Sirius in was a nightmare as he could never bring himself to look at the board when those pretty waist and hips and ass and thighs were seated directly in his line of sight. His skin was incredibly fair, contrasting with his raven curls. But his most attractive feature in Remus’s eyes was his wit. He was sharp as a tack and incredibly intelligent. Although he wasn’t too keen on applying himself in class, he was still a prodigy student. Sirius knew of hexes that even some professors had never heard of, and he never had to try hard in practical tests, easily creating perfect potions on the first try. Sure Remus could study better than anyone at Hogwarts, but no one would ever beat Sirius Black in a battle of wits.

He was perfection, and Remus knew he would never be deserving enough.

He was taller than all his classmates even in his first year; he stuck out amongst the heads like a sore thumb. His mother and father had drilled good posture into him as a kid which didn’t help his height issue. His unruly hair had to be kept somewhat short unless Remus wanted to lose any bit of control he had over it. He always felt awkward and too warm and out of place and anxious; he‘d felt that way for so long that he learned to mask it, but it was still there underneath his goody-two-shoes layers. Then there were his scars. There was nothing he hated more than his scars. Ugly, self-inflicted scratches that grew in number every month since he was a little boy.

The colder months were always Remus’s favorite as they allowed him to wear long pants and sleeves constantly without odd stares or overheating. It was also the perfect time to read outside. Every holiday Remus returned to school with a pile of muggle books that he wouldn’t be able to find in the Hogwarts library; classics like Romeo and Juliet or The Picture of Dorian Gray. He loved to spend his free period on the benches in the courtyard with his nose stuffed in the pages, only looking up to check for a head of dark, flowing curls.

Remus and Sirius had never talked, not before the other day in the hall, but the boy had immediately caught Remus’s attention once he sat on the stool in front of the whole Great Hall for sorting. His mind was completely divided on whether he hoped to be sorted into the same house. Did he want Sirius to be so far away, only being able to steal fleeting glances in class or at mealtimes? Or did he want the torture of having to sleep next to a creature so magnificent every night but not being allowed to touch?

As Remus fantasized about watching Sirius’s steady breaths every night, his focus was pulled to the real boy himself, crossing the courtyard with such determination he obviously had something to attend to. Sirius finished his strides not too far from Remus, the perfect distance to watch but unable to hear anything that was coming out of Sirius’s obviously furious mouth.

The raven haired boy was yelling profusely at another Slytherin- Lestrange maybe? Remus wasn’t too sure. The glare coming from those grey eyes would’ve been detectable from miles away as he pointed forcefully into his classmate’s chest. Lestrange tried to appear unaffected but was having a hard time holding in the anger growing on his own face. Both boys were now shouting, loud enough for Remus to have heard if their voices didn’t overlap so much.

Then it happened. Sirius started it.

He obviously was fed up with anything Lestrange had to say as he threw the first punch, reeling his arm back to give a forceful blow to the other’s cheek. Sirius received a punch right back, straight across his jaw. Remus saw the bit of blood that Sirius spit onto the grass right before the previously building circle of students closed around, blocking his view from a now obviously ongoing scuffle.

Remus in that moment remembered he wasn’t just a curious onlooker but in fact a prefect and therefore should probably try to break up the fight. He quickly closed his novel, not worrying about bookmarking it- he’d just find the right page later. His long legs took only a few strides to reach the students rimmed around the boys, egging the fight on with cheers and shouts. Remus had no problem shoving himself through the wall of peers at his height, stumbling upon the sight of a vengeful Sirius on top of Lestrange, throwing several punches down.

Remus couldn’t help his mind wandering to imagine Sirius on top of him like that, sweaty and panting in a different way than what appeared before him. Quickly, he snapped out of his dirty thoughts, the scene in front of him becoming a more pressing issue as Lestrange was able to grab a fistful of Sirius’s locks, something that ticked Remus off more than he’d ever admit out loud.

“Hey! Hey! Break it up!” Remus shouted, only for it to go nowhere. The crowd around him was too excited to see a proper smackdown. At this point, Sirius and Lestrange had rolled over several times, fighting for the upper hand. Remus watched in horror as Lestrange, in a moment of powerful anger, took Sirius by two fistfuls of hair and smashed his head into the ground underneath. It was obvious that Sirius saw stars for a few seconds as Lestrange took the opportunity to stand, landing some solid kicks into his side. Once Sirius regained his awareness, he grabbed Lestrange by the ankle, ripping the boy to the floor. Sirius clumsily climbed on top once again, attempting to choke his classmate.

Remus sprung into action before Sirius could kill him, seizing the raven haired body around the middle and lifting him off Lestrange. Sirius was kicking and screaming, literally clawing at Remus’s arms, a feeling he couldn’t help but blush at.

“Get the fuck off me! Let me at him! Get your hands off!”

Thankfully Ravenclaw’s prefect must’ve heard the commotion and came running. He penetrated the circle to tackle Lestrange as he scrambled to his hands and feet, making as if to lunge at Sirius who ceaselessly fought in Remus’s arms.

“You’re a fucking brat, Black! How would your mommy and daddy feel about you rolling through the mud with another guy?” Lestrange shouted, looking to hit Sirius where it stung.

Sirius let out a guttural yell and tugged at Remus’s arms, still unaware of who was holding him back.

“Fuck you! Actually I’ve fucked guys with pricks ten times the size of yours!” Somehow the admission didn’t embarrass Sirius but it did cause Remus to feel the heat of a blush rise to his cheeks. He also felt the nagging tug of jealousy pull at his insides.

“Ok that’s enough!” The Ravenclaw prefect yelled, easily restraining Lestrange with the help of more upperclassmen. “Get him out of here, Remus!”

Remus took the hint and began half carrying half dragging Sirius out of the circle and across the courtyard. The crowd started to dissipate as they lost interest now that no more punches and kicks were being thrown. Sirius struggled all the way to the edge of the courtyard where Remus (begrudgingly) let go of him. He stumbled, not prepared to be dropped and landed on his ass.

Holy. Shit.

Remus almost lost all his composure at the sight in front of him. Sirius sat on the ground, his hair completely tangled and disturbed from both Lestrange pulling it and the way he crazily shook his head as Remus dragged him away. He was sweaty and panting, understandably out of breath and exhausted, his chest heaving with every ragged breath he took. A deep red spot of blood could be found on his lower lip, obviously where Lestrange’s first punch hit him. Thankfully the other boy was too uncoordinated to land any more blows to Sirius’s face, opting to use hair pulling and kneeing to attack. His glare was sharp and deadly, filled with hatred that Remus had to remind himself was directed at someone no longer in sight. The tall boy became a tad more nervous with the stare aimed directly at him, figuring that Sirius was also mad that Remus dragged him from the scuffle.

“You need to relax.” Remus mustered the courage to say. “Fighting is prohibited on campus. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking ‘I’m gonna kill this cunt.’” Sirius said with clenched teeth.

“Language!”

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall burst onto the green lawn. Her quick steps were headed directly towards Remus and Sirius who were shaded by a large tree.

“Mr. Lupin! Do enlighten me as to what has just occurred?” Her voice was shrill, an obvious tell to how furious she was. Sure students got in little spats, but usually a hex or two were cast. It was rare that real punches were thrown.

“Well I saw a crowd forming so I went to see what was happening, which is where I found Mr. Black and Mr. Lestrange, both of Slytherin, caught in a tussle.” Remus calmly explained. He glanced at Sirius who had finally stopped panting but looked equally as rage filled.

“Mr. Black! What has gotten into you? I have no choice but to give you detention. Seeing as I obviously can’t put both you and Mr. Lestrange in a classroom together I will have to think of an alternative.” McGonagall turned her attention back to Remus. “Unfortunately Mr. Slughorn and his prefects are quite busy with potions study groups and… Slug Club.” A grimace appeared on her face. “I will have to enlist you, Mr. Lupin.”

Remus’s eyes grew wide.

“Starting tomorrow night, Mr. Lupin will chaperone your detention Mr. Black. Tomorrow night in my classroom. For 1 full week. Don’t be late.” She turned around, about to take off to deliver the same news to the poor Ravenclaw prefect you had unknowingly became Lestrange’s keeper. “Oh, and get to the infirmary immediately."

Remus stood in shock. He and Sirius had barely even had a conversation and now he had to spend every night with him for several hours. For a week?!

“Fuck.” The sound of Sirius’s voice made Remus jump just a bit, forgetting the boy was sat on the floor right next to him. Remus looked down, seeing Sirius mostly calm but obviously still angry. He pushed himself off the ground, sharply turning to head inside, hopefully to see Madame Pomfrey. Remus was left standing under the big tree, his heart racing at the prospect of being alone in a classroom with Sirius for hours. His hand ran over the raised scratches left from Sirius’s nails. They stood out from the rest of Remus’s scars. And they made him shiver.

***

Remus arrived early to McGonagall’s classroom as expected, nervous and a little sweaty if he was being honest.

“I don’t really care what he does during his time, but no fooling around and don’t let him bother you.” The phrase ‘fooling around’ had Remus’s mind start floating to other fantasies briefly before McGonagall continued. “Of course you can use this time to study and do your own work, Remus. I’m truly sorry to put you in this predicament.” She laid a motherly hand on his shoulder, a truly apologetic look in her eye. Remus just gave a polite smile in return.

As McGonagall made her way towards the door, it opened. An annoying looking Sirius stood in the path, obviously unhappy to be there.

“Ah, there you are Mr. Black. You better be on your best behavior for Mr. Lupin as he will report directly to me about any misbehavior. You may work on school work or study, but nothing else. Keep quiet and think about what you’ve done.” Her tone was much more stern than it was with Remus and she hurried out the door once she was finished.

“Are you not gonna ask why?” Sirius shouted at the closed door.

“I will.” Remus couldn’t help it. His curiosity immediately got the better of him.

Sirius looked at him with a defensive stare. “What’s it to you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe if you had a good enough reason, I could suggest to Professor McGonagall that you didn’t need a full week.” Remus suggested. He watched as Sirius cautiously crossed the room, planting himself down at a random table, his books clattering loudly in the empty space. Remus hoped that either Sirius’s reasoning for picking the fight was utterly idiotic or that McGonagall refused to lower the sentence. He thought this might be the only time he’d get to truly spend with the raven haired boy.

“What if I don’t want to share with you?” Sirius’s voice was much less confident now. Remus could swear he saw a blush rising to his pale cheeks.

Remus tried to play it cool, just shrugging in response. He watched as Sirius looked away, his arms crossed in front of him. He looked like a little kid getting in trouble with his parents.

Remus dropped the subject, choosing to bring his Divination homework out instead. He wasn’t usually one to believe in this sort of magic- fortunes and horoscopes were just a bit too kitsch for his liking. The class allowed him unlimited access to the astronomy tower, however. Another place he liked to go for alone time and stare at the stars, focusing on the brightest one he could see.

Sirius opened his books too, obviously having no other choice. It seemed like he was working on potions, probably something more advanced than the rest of the class. Slughorn saw his potential even if he didn’t apply himself; he would wave his homework grade as long as Sirius made a perfect potion on the practical exams. They both sat in silence, the only sounds being the scratch of quilts and the turning of pages. Remus was positively buzzing in his seat. He couldn’t believe he was in a room all alone with Sirius Black and couldn’t talk with him. What he wanted most was to bend the boy right over that table and have his way with him until he was positively fucked out. But alas, homework it was.

After a while, Remus glanced up to make sure Sirius was still working, which he was, a hand rubbing the back of his neck in concentration, a couple strands of hair tucked behind his ear. That’s when Remus saw it.

“Ah. I understand now.” His voice sounded so loud in the quiet room, Sirius couldn’t help but startle.

“What?” He replied, taking a glance at the tall boy across the room. Remus gestured to the side of his neck, and Sirius’s hand immediately shot up to cover a large section of hair. He broke eye contact, shying away from Remus’s golden ones.

“Stupid, right?” Sirius made quick work of untucking his hair, once again hiding the cut strands and missing chunk.

“I don’t think so. It’s quite rude to cut someone else’s hair.” Remus continued to stare, anger knocked at the back of his brain. The thought of someone trying to forcibly alter Sirius’s beauty made him incredibly pissed, frankly put. “You’re lucky he cut the underneath. That way you can hide it until it grows back.”

“Yeah well that wasn’t all they’ve done.” Sirius still wouldn’t make eye contact so he missed the way Remus’s head tilted like a puppy’s in curiosity.

“What do you mean?”

“Teenage boys can be oh so cruel.” When Remus gave no response, Sirius looked back up. Remus was just staring in curiosity, but there was also a blatant amount of empathy shining through. “A couple weeks ago they broke my broom. Obviously they don’t want to win the house cup as much as everyone else.” Sirius’s attempt at humor was only met with a sad look from Remus. He waved his hand in front of his face. “I just bought a new one. That wasn’t a big deal. About a month ago they also smashed a picture I had on my bedside of my family. Honestly that one was more like a favor; I’m surprised I didn’t do it first. They’ve honestly tried to mess with me a lot. Guess they finally found the one thing I actually care about.”

“Aren’t they supposed to be your friends?”

“Those guys?” Sirius let out a sarcastic laugh. “Never in a million years. Sure our parents are friends but they’re all nothing but a bunch of sniveling brats. Lestrange, Malfoy, all of them. They can’t get over the fact that I don’t care about what Mummy and Daddy dearest have to say about me. If I hadn't gotten sorted into Slytherin I think my parents would’ve disowned me, isn’t that ridiculous? Why would I care what they think?”

Remus stared with an intense amount of sympathy, it honestly made Sirius a bit uncomfortable. All the tall boy wanted to do was cross the room and kiss him. Kiss him until everything and everyone else disappeared. Remus wanted to make him happy. Take him away from all the terrible people and things in Sirius’s life. Take him back to his little oceanside cottage and live a magic free life where the name of Black meant nothing. He wanted to give Sirius his own last name so that he didn’t need to associate with any of those cruel people.

“I’m sorry,” is what he settled on. “That sounds awful. You should tell McGonagall, I’m sure she’d do something about it.”

“She can’t, she’s not the head of my house. And Slughorn is too busy with his Slime Club to care about the interpersonal relationships of his students.” Sirius stated dejectedly. “It’s alright, I can handle myself.”

‘I wish I could handle them for you.’ Remus thought to himself.

Notes:

thank you so much for reading! the third chapter is already in the works so i hope to have it out soon. i honestly have no overarching plan for this story so i hope thats not too obvious lol
also sorry for the lack of smut this chapter, i promise it'll be back next time

any feedback is appreciated ~

Chapter 3

Summary:

A full moon leaves Sirius lonely in detention, but he doesn't have to wait long until Remus returns.

Notes:

hey everyone! sorry for the wait! i was on a little vacation :)
i know last chapter was innocent so i made sure i brought back the guys' dirty fantasies hehe

Walking into detention the following night left Sirius feeling disappointed. McGonagall was sitting at her desk, no Remus in sight. It wasn’t like the tall boy to be late so Sirius knew he wasn’t coming at all. Maybe things got too personal last night. Maybe Remus didn’t care for his sob story; thought he was a loser for fighting someone over some hair, it would grow back. Sirius trudged dejectedly to his table, the thump of his books catching the professor’s attention.

“Ah, Sirius! Thank you for coming on time. Unfortunately, Remus is feeling a bit under the weather tonight, so I will be overseeing your detention. Don’t get too attached, though, because he’ll be back tomorrow.” She said with a cheeky smirk.

Sirius tried his best to hide the smile on his face. He kept his head down for the rest of the time, doing as much homework as he could but it was hard. His mind wouldn’t stop wandering to Remus. He hoped he didn’t feel too bad, it wasn’t likely if he was already expected to be back tomorrow.

Sirius revealed just a bit too much than he wanted last night, but he couldn’t stop himself. Every question from Remus left like a command, he wanted to obey, be a good boy. He longed to hear those words every time he answered a question, though he knew it’d never come. He wanted Remus to come over and brush his hair off his shoulders, feel the cut strands in his hands. Sirius wanted him to trace his cut bottom lip with his finger; it would be so easy for Sirius to open his mouth and take the boy’s thumb in. Lick and suck until it was wet and there was spit sliding down his chin. Maybe Remus would hold his tongue down so that he couldn’t talk back, stick his own tongue in Sirius’s mouth and explore. Or maybe he’d stick something else in his mouth.

The sound of Professor McGonagall closing her book to pick up another broke Sirius from his dirty thoughts. He was painfully hard in his trousers, feeling tight and hot. He had to get it together before it was time to leave or else he’d be waddling out of there uncomfortably. But he’d tuck all those thoughts away for when he was alone in bed later.

***

All through the next day, Sirius kept an eye out for Remus, wondering if he truly wasn’t sick anymore. He didn’t come to the class they had together in the morning, and he was absent from his friends in the Great Hall during meals. Sirius started to worry, unsure if he could take wasting another detention on just McGonagall. He knew these nights were the most he would ever get of the handsome boy, so he was worried he’d lose another.

When Sirius hesitantly walked through the classroom doors, he let out a small breath of relief at the sight of Remus. He stood behind the professor’s desk, head down, laying out all the textbooks and assignments he was most likely going to attempt to complete tonight. It looked like more than usual, though Sirius figures that comes with missing all your classes for two days.

Sirius silently took his seat, not wanting to disturb the boy’s concentration. Once he was settled himself, he took the opportunity to stare, hoping Remus wouldn’t catch him. Something wasn’t right, though. His usually perfect curls were messy, like he’d been running his hands through them non-stop. His usually tanned skin was paler, almost sickly and a bit dirty looking like he hadn’t showered after playing around outside– like how Sirius looked after his fight. He caught a glimpse of some scars on his arms as his sleeve pulled when he reached to readjust a book, they were red and more raised– almost as if they were new. Sirius thought he looked a bit lethargic as well, the small peeks of his face that Sirius got showed exhaustion; deep, dark eye bags and gaunt cheeks. His robes were disheveled, a bit askew on his shoulders, very unlike the always put-together and tidy Remus that Sirius had come to know from afar. He must’ve had a hell of an illness to deplete the boy this much in a single night.

“Feeling better?” Sirius couldn’t stop himself from asking. He needed to know if the object of his affection was ok at least.

The speech made Remus jump, more than if he was just surprised; he startled like a scared puppy. His head lifted to Sirius, a shocked look in his eye, but Sirius could see the tiredness behind them as well. It wasn’t something that was common in those golden eyes. No matter how hard Remus studied, how late he stayed up, how effortlessly he worked, Remus never showed that he was tired. It was like the moon gave him energy.

“Yes, thank you.” Remus replied with a tight lipped smile. It didn’t reach his eyes.

“Are you sure? You still don’t look too good. Maybe Professor McGonagall should come instead.” Sirius wanted to cover his own mouth. Why would he sabotage his chance like this?

“No, no, that’s alright. I’m just a bit tired from last night. Professor is busy with Charms Club tonight anyways.”

Sirius felt guilty. If he didn’t have to serve a detention, it wouldn’t matter that McGonagall was busy tonight, Remus wouldn’t have to be here in the first place.

“Must’ve been fighting off one hell of a cold, then.” Sirius tried to joke– maybe he’d get to see Remus truly smile.

“Mm.” The boy simply replied, pulling the chair closer to the desk so he could finally sit. It looked like he was in pain bending down into a sitting position, but his body relaxed more once he was seated. Standing must’ve been hurting him as well.

Sirius wanted to keep talking to him so bad, but he didn’t know what else to say. Prying into Remus’s health was obviously not a good conversation starter, nor did he want to continue sharing intimate details of his own life like last night. He wasn’t even sure if they had much in common. What did Remus like? Books? Class? All Sirius saw him do was study mostly.

Sirius decided to focus on his work, at least for a little while. The classroom was filled with silence as he chanced glances to the front, watching as Remus scribbled words onto parchment and read from the text in front of him. Sirius didn’t want to disturb him, he looked hard at work. His concentrated face was so sexy– a serious, steady gaze that hardened the rest of his face.

Sirius wondered if that’s the face Remus would make in bed, concentrating on pulling him to pieces. His wide shoulders looming over him as his strong hands felt around his entire being. Sirius wanted to know what other faces he would make too. Would he blush? Would he close his eyes? What kind of face would he make as Sirius gazed at him through his own lashes with his lips wrapped around his di-

“Sirius. Sirius!” Remus’s voice jolted him out of his thoughts, that seemed to happen quite often lately– ever the dreamer.

“Huh?”

“You were staring. Did you need help with something?”

“Uh, no.”

“Ok, then get back to work please.” Remus put his head back down, focusing on his own work again.

“Actually, do you think you could check this out?” Sirius just didn’t want to go back to the silence.

Remus rose out of his chair, using the desk more than a young man should, but he was more steady on his legs than before. His long strides had him at Sirius’s table in no time, but he didn’t stop in front. Instead, Remus was suddenly behind Sirius, looming over his back, close enough that Sirius could feel his body heat. Maybe he still was sick– the warmth he gave off was overwhelming. He had one hand on the table so he could lean in closer, the small handwriting on the page possibly hard to see from that distance. Wouldn’t it just be easier to pick the parchment up? Sirius didn’t care, though. He reveled in the feeling of being almost under Remus.

He almost gasped when Remus pressed in even closer, his chest ghosting over Sirius’s back. He almost felt as though Remus was attempting to lay him chest-down across the table, a thought that made him incredibly excited. Maybe if Sirius kept leaning forward, they’d eventually end up in that position. A position so easy for Remus to slip inside and have his way with him. Sirius closed his eyes, imagining Remus yanking on his hair as he pounded into him, his sweaty hands leaving prints behind on the table where he clung. He’d moan so loud that it would echo in the empty classroom as Remus would sink his teeth into his shoulder.

Sirius’s own labored breathing brought him back to earth, noticing Remus had backed away a little– disappointment settling in next to his want.

“Are you ok? You sound like you’re panting? That nervous for me to read your work?” Remus teased a bit, the concern still evident in his voice.

“Maybe I caught whatever you had.” Sirius joked back, hoping that Remus didn’t catch the breathy shake.

Remus pulled back completely, his face hardening. “Impossible.”

Sirius was taken aback by the steely reply, scrambling to find something to change topic so that Remus wouldn’t go away.

“Uh, well how did my answers look?” That seemed to do the trick as Remus’s focused face returned.

“Good. Number 5 and 7 could be a bit more detailed, but everything is correct. I’m surprised you’re not worried the professors think you’re cheating though. The handwriting looks copy and pasted right out of a textbook.” Remus finally let a genuine smile grace his lips.

“Yeah, they already know that’s mine. My parents would've never let me get away with anything less.” Sirius wasn’t sure whether to be self-conscious or proud.

“Well, it’s really pretty.” As Remus turned to head back to his desk, Sirius ducked his head down, a steady blush rising on his cheeks. He had to resist the urge to nervously tuck his hair behind his ear as he knew they would be bright red as well.

***

Remus’s return to his dorm was painful to say the least. This full moon was a rough one, and he had a feeling he knew why. Being so close to Sirius the night before was tortuous, the wolf inside him could tell how bad he wanted the other boy; it wanted to hunt him down. Although he never remembers anything once he transforms, he wouldn’t have been surprised if his wolf was sniffing the air, trying to find him. If only it was that easy.

He couldn’t help himself tonight at the detention, he felt bold after the moon, like he had an extra boost of mischievous confidence. The feeling of Sirius’s back so close to his chest brought dirty and vile thoughts to the forefront of his mind; it had taken everything in him to actually read his work. Gods, and when the boy started panting, his nervous breaths were like music to his ears. It was honestly very cute that Sirius was so anxious about Remus correcting his answers.

Once Remus had gotten ready for bed and climbed into his sheets, he waited for any noises coming from his roommates. James only let out steady breaths while Peter would emit a light snore every couple of minutes. He knew the coast was clear; Remus had to do something about these impure thoughts.

He closed the curtains around him, casting a silencing spell just for an added layer of protection and laid back, closing his eyes. All that came to mind when he relaxed was Sirius; Sirius on the ground after the fight, Sirius sitting pleasantly as Remus loomed over him, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius. Remus couldn’t help but think of his hair, too. His long curls, the perfect length for Remus to wrap his entire hand in. Lestrange didn’t deserve to touch any hair on the boy’s head let alone grip it in his ugly fist like he had during the scuffle. Remus knew beauty like that required a certain touch, gentle yet firm; loving but relentless.

Remus couldn’t hold back anymore. He quickly shot his hand down the waistband of his sleep pants, fingers connecting with the hard bulge in his underwear. He applied more pressure as he thought about Sirius in the classroom again. All Remus wanted to do that night was bend the boy right over the table. It was the perfect height for Sirius to fold right in half, his upper body splayed across his forgotten parchment and books. He would lay a single hand on his back, pinning him down, only letting him to get up when Remus allowed. He wanted to be able to feel his labored breaths through his spine, anxiously waiting for Remus to touch him. He could just imagine the whine that the raven haired boy would let out at the feel of Remus pressing his hard, clothed cock to his ass. He’d roll his hips repeatedly into Sirius, reveling in the little noises he was sure to make.

“Feel how hard I am for you baby?” Remus would say. He’s sure all Sirius would be able to do is nod, letting out a shaky exhale.

The images were so vivid in his mind, Remus was already soaking through the fabric of his boxers. He brought his hand to his mouth, spit into it, and returned it to his underwear, this time sneaking his hand under every layer. The connection of his wet hand to his wet dick made his hips buck up. He wondered how wet his fingers would have to be to open Sirius up for him; how many fingers would he need?

The thought blossomed as soon as it entered his brain. The image of two of his long fingers already inside Sirius’s hole had him moaning out loud. He’s sure he’d have to hold the other boys hips in place to keep him from fucking himself back.

“You’re just so eager baby aren’t you?”

“Mmm, yes.”

Once he’d have Sirius open enough for him, he’d line his dick up perfectly with his beautiful hole, pushing in slowly. It would take the boy some time to adjust to Remus’s sheer size, but he knew they’d be a perfect fit.

“Ah! Ah!” Sirius’s moans in his fantasy sounded like the most perfectly composed symphony. “Remus, please.” He didn’t know if he’d be able to resist his pleas.

Remus continued to stroke and palm his cock; he knew that as good as it felt, Sirius wrapped tightly around him would feel even better. He picked up the pace of his hand, as his fantasy self started to thrust harder. He could just imagine reaching out towards those beautiful raven locks and grabbing a fistful. He knew Sirius would gasp, maybe even whine a bit at the feeling. Remus’s big hand gripped tightly in his curls, the dark contrasting to his tanned, scarred skin. But Remus didn’t have time to be insecure about his wounds, all he wanted to do was keep thinking about his fantasy.

He’d pull Sirius up by his hair, his other hand guiding his torso to rise as he continued to pound into him. Naturally, his mouth would find the other boy’s neck, leaving deep red marks; he wanted everyone to know that Sirius was his. His.

“You’re mine.”

“Ah! I’m yours!” Gods, he wanted to hear that in real life so badly.

The marks on Sirius’s neck would continue to travel down to his shoulder, and he knew his wolf would never be able to control itself so quickly after the full moon. He was sure he’d end up sinking his teeth into the soft tissue; he’d have to restrain himself immensely if he didn’t want to draw blood.

Remus imagined that him staking his claim over the boy in such a way would be all they’d both need. As soon as he did in his fantasy, Remus came into his hand, cum covering it, warm and sticky. The last thought from his imagination was Sirius’s spent and fucked out face, a blissful expression and pink blush covering his face, laying on the table to catch his breath.

The tall boy cleaned himself up with a simple spell pushing away the guilt and shame of imagining his classmate in such an inappropriate position. Remus wasn’t sure how he was supposed to face Sirius tomorrow, but hopefully the boy would bring lots of homework that needed to be checked.

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If you made it, tysm for reading! I haven't been super active on AO3 in like 2 years, but I recently developed the wolfstar brainrot. I already have a second chapter in the works and idk how many there will be if I even have the motivation to keep going in the first place o)-(
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