Chapter Text
You’re walking meadows in my mind
Making waves across my time
Oh no, oh no
I get a strange magic
Oh, what a strange magic
Oh, it's a strange magic
“Strange Magic” by Electric Light Orchestra
Two days before the night of the full moon always sees Remus at max energy. It’s like he could run marathons or just vibrate out of his skin from the current of electricity running through his very bones.
Of course, on the other side, there is the day of the full moon, which is a complete 180. It’s his second lowest energy day, only beaten by the day after the full moon when he’s stuck in recovery mode.
Good thing for him today is the day before, his best day of the month. Because of the cycle of his ‘furry little problem’ — as Sirius likes to call it — Remus has learned to take life day by day and be grateful for any moment he isn’t exhausted and in pain. It’s a hard life, but it’s his life. He doesn’t have much that is his.
It’s the Harvest Moon of Seventh Year; he can’t believe he’s made it this far. Over the years, he’s noticed that this moon gives him the most energy and also drains him the most. He doesn’t know why exactly. There’s a lot he doesn’t know about being a werewolf, and it’s not like he has anyone he can ask.
He keeps a journal on himself, taking notes whenever he learns something new about his predicament like he’s his own case study. He keeps it hidden under an insane amount of charms so only he can find it and open it because he’s not stupid. He figures if he ever dies, then at least he would’ve lived a somewhat useful life if someone discovers his journal and can crack into it. They’ll learn a bit more about werewolves and that they don’t deserve to be registered as dark creatures. Would a dark creature wear a knitted jumper with daisies on it that Lily made for him last Christmas? Probably not.
One thing he’s noted in his book is that puberty is like becoming a werewolf for a second time, except you’re bitten by bloodthirsty lust. It’s made his life unpredictable, chaotic, confusing, and sometimes his body just changes on him with no warning. He’s had a couple years to get a grasp on puberty alongside lycanthropy, but they’re still both more a mystery to him than not.
However, he’s noticed a pattern in that he becomes unthinkably horny the day before the full moon. He literally can’t think. It’s a similar headspace to that when he’s a wolf — all instinct. Remus thinks that the wolf is somehow linked to his level of horniness because it feels almost animalistic.
Last full moon, someone brushed his back while he was seated in the Great Hall the day before, and he popped a boner that wouldn’t go away until he took care of it… twice. He arrived at his next class with only slightly red cheeks, ignoring Sirius who kept poking his side and asking where he went. He’s mortified to admit the person who brushed against him in the Great Hall was Snape of all people. For a moment, Remus mixed up the long black hair with someone else, which brings us to a whole different set of problems.
Sirius Fucking Black.
The roommate from Hell, not literally, but he does walk around in just his pants in their dorm room far too often. It doesn’t help Remus’ little puberty problem. Whenever Remus sees his roommate like this, something inside just screams take, take, take. Sirius is merciless about his state of undress, and every time, Remus has to leave the room to resist trying to drink up every inch of that exposed milky skin.
It wasn’t always like this, or maybe it was. Let’s face it, Remus has been downright fascinated with Sirius since he first met him on the Hogwarts Express. He remembers writing letters back to his parents about a raven-haired boy with eyes the color of storm clouds. He’s always valued Sirius’ thoughts and opinions far above everyone else’s, no matter how stupid they are.
For a while, Remus just thought he was being a good friend, that was until puberty hit, and he understood his feelings for Sirius were a lot more complex than those of just a good friend. He wanted his jokes to be the only jokes Sirius laughed at and for his prank ideas to be the only ones Sirius called ‘brilliant.’ He wanted to touch every inch of Sirius’ Adonis body with his hands first and then his tongue. He wanted to pull Sirius into his bed and charm the curtains shut for good so all Sirius could focus on was him. He wanted…
Sirius is gorgeous, and he knows it. About 25% of the female population has a crush on James Potter, and the other 75% dream of being with Sirius Black in any way they can. They’ll take whatever Sirius gives them. Remus falls into the latter category, not that he would ever do anything about it. Sirius has proven time and time again that he’s straighter than London Tower. Remus walked in on him twice with a girl in their dorm just last year. He wanted to curse the girls in Sirius’ bed, but like the good person he’s trying to be, he resisted. He knocks on every door he goes into now though, even classrooms.
How could Remus not love Sirius? That’s what he’s come to name his feelings over the last few months. Everything makes more sense now that he knows he’s in love with his best mate. Sirius is so headstrong, loyal, brave, beautiful and just… ugh. Sirius has never made Remus feel alone. Well only once with that awful prank in fifth year, but they worked through that. Any bad Sirius has done he makes up for tenfold. He’s nothing like his family. Sirius had the idea to turn into animagi and keep Remus company during his transformations. The moment Remus spotted Padfoot’s thick black coat, he knew he was in deep. Something in his chest cracked and howled, and he hadn’t even transformed yet.
He often dreams about Sirius, normal dreams and wet ones. Last night’s dream was pretty explicit due to it being Remus’ most horny part of the month. He’ll spare you the details, but from the moment he woke up, he’s been rock hard, energy surging from head to toe, making a detour to his cock. He gets dressed, tucking it into his waistband to attempt to hide it, and makes his way down to breakfast with Peter. The culprit of Remus’ wet dream is nowhere to be found, thankfully. Who knows what he and James are up to.
A girl kissed Remus once in third year (which didn’t do anything for him and doesn't count as an official kiss since he was so young). Other than that, he has yet to kiss someone, but he’s daydreamed about kissing a few blokes here and there (which seemed to do things for him). But he’s never gone further than his own right hand. The fact that he’s a werewolf has been a natural relationship cockblocker. He knows he’ll have to find some time today to take care of himself before he goes insane. He doesn’t know how he’s going to be able to focus on anything academic today, not in this state.
He tries anyway. He goes to Transfiguration then Charms. By the time lunch rolls around, he’s so hard it hurts. He tries to think of anything to get it to go down like Fudge’s feet or the library’s cataloguing system. Nothing works.
Remus walks into the Great Hall and sees him right away. Sirius is sat across from Peter next to James, head thrown back in laughter, exposing a long, pale throat. Remus wants to bite it so bad. Just walk over, stand behind him, lean over his shoulder, and sink his teeth in — mark, mark, mark.
That’s it — he can’t do this right now. He leaves the Great Hall, deciding on skipping lunch so he doesn’t jump his best mate. He makes his way to Gryffindor Tower back to their dorm room. No one is done with classes today till 3:30 pm, so he has quite a bit of time. He’ll deal with the detentions for skipping later. Maybe he’ll tell Dumbledore his condition was causing him problems, and the headmaster can write him a retroactive note to excuse him.
He charms the door locked and heads to his bed. He pulls down his trousers and pants in one go to his ankles, leaving in his shoes and socks because he needs to touch himself right fucking now.
He glances down. His cock is glistening with precum and quite angry looking. He wobbles over to sit on the edge of his bed and pulls out his wand from where it was tucked in his robe pocket to cast a quick lubrication spell on himself. It’s cold at first but warms up slightly as he wraps a hand around himself.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck yesssss.
It’s pure relief and so, so, so good as he drags his hand up over the head, palming it, and back down over and over again. He thinks of black hair and delicate, long fingers
Another thing Remus has noted about himself is that his lycanthropy is intertwined with his magic in a way he doesn’t really understand, and it doesn’t seem normal. He’s noticed that sometimes he can do wandless magic accidentally, like once he was jerking off and his bed started floating. It’s like the energy of the wolf feeds his magic, making it stronger, stranger, and more unpredictable closer to the full moon.
This might explain why with his head tossed back, stroking his cock, he hears, “Moony?”
Fuck he loves that voice, but what’s it doing here? Didn’t he lock the door?
Remus’ head snaps down and his eyes fly open. Sirius is standing in the middle of the room in his robes holding a fork like he was just about to take a bite of something. The fork clatters onto the floor.
Remus wishes he could stop what he is doing, but at that moment the wolf takes over. He stares into Sirius’ confused, grey eyes and groans as he continues stroking his cock that somehow just got even harder. He has no idea what’s going on, but he can’t stop and think right now.
“Erm okay…” Sirius says, still just standing there.
“How did you get in here?” Remus gasps.
He finally gets enough wits to stop his stroking and just squeeze his cock. It’s a very difficult task — restraint.
Sirius is looking everywhere but at Remus when he explains, “I- I was just at lunch when uh something- it sort of felt like someone apparated me here? I- I really don’t know, but I can go, if you like. Looks like you’re pretty busy, mate.”
Remus must’ve somehow called Sirius up here with his strange magic. He can’t resist just stroking himself once to relieve a bit of the pressure. Sirius eyes glance down, following the movement. They seem to darken.
Remus strokes himself again. Sirius doesn’t look away.
He knows it’s the wolf talking when he speaks, “Come here.”
Sirius closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before following the request with slow steps. Sirius stops in front of him, their knees almost touching. He’s looking down into Remus’ eyes, expression clouded and hard to read. Sirius is always good at keeping his composure. How Remus wishes he could one day see his friend lose it.
Remus licks his dry lips. Sirius licks his own in response. “If I don’t finish, I’m going to lose it. So I’m going to continue. If at any moment you want to leave, I will unlock the charm on the door. Just let me know.” Sirius nods, looking a bit dazed. Remus is close to eye-level with a growing bulge in Sirius’ trousers. Is Sirius attracted to him? Maybe the man is just attracted to sex in general, not just girls. “However, if you want to also get off, then I won’t judge. Some mates do that with each other.”
“They do?” Sirius questions, dark browns furrowed.
“Yeah,” says Remus, biting at his lower lip. “Like mates with benefits.”
“And they’re still friends afterwards?”
“We’ll always be friends, Padfoot.”
This seems to convince Sirius, who takes a seat next to Remus on the bed, Remus’ bed.
Is this about to happen?
Remus has had no time to prepare, but he has pined over a moment like this for years. He’s not going to waste it. He needs to get off, but more importantly, Sirius needs to get off too.
“Should I just-?” Sirius motions to his trousers.
“Yeah,” Remus breathes. “Take them off.”
Remus’ heart and head short circuit the moment he hears the clicking of the removal of Sirius’ belt. Why is that sound so sexy? A drop of precum oozes out of his cock in response.
Remus uses the brief pause to remove his shoes, socks, trousers and pants fully. He kicks them under his bed. Sirius does the same. He’s standing in front of Remus in only his pants, and it takes every ounce of restraint Remus has left to not lean forward and mouth the head of that cock through the fabric constraining it.
Sirius brings his hands to the waistband but stops. “We’re okay?” He asks for reassurance.
“We’re always okay,” nods Remus, and he means that. Nothing could ever change what Sirius means to him.
Sirius pulls them down and off, his cock springing free. Like the owner, it’s a gorgeous cock nestled amongst black curls and leaning slightly to the left. The head is a porcelain pink, and there’s a single freckle near the slit that Remus wants to tongue over so bad.
Sirius lets Remus look. Without thought, Remus has started stroking himself again. A hand moves from Sirius’ hips to his cock and starts touching as well. Remus wants to memorize how Sirius likes this done, wants to learn to do it better to the man than anyone else can.
Sirius strokes from root to tip and twists softly when he gets to the head. The pressure looks firm but not suffocating. The pace is matching Remus’, and he wonders if Sirius is aware he’s doing that or not.
They’re both breathing heavily as their glazed-over eyes meet. Sirius tosses his head back, black silk cascading down his shoulders, and groans unabashedly. Remus wishes he could taste that groan. Remus releases an embarrassing whine in response and speeds up, wrist snapping.
Remus isn’t sure how much pre-cum is a normal amount of pre-cum. He only has himself to go off of, but compared to him, Sirius is leaking like a broken faucet. He doesn’t even need any lube. Remus’ hazel eyes are lidded with pleasure as he watches drop after drop fall to the floor in front of him. He thinks it’s a waste, like someone spilling the liquor of the gods.
When Sirius starts fucking into his fist, that’s what pushes Remus over the edge.
The next drop of pre-cum is about to fall, and he’s had it. He leans forward and catches it, tongue lapping over the head of Sirius’ cock, over that freckle. Sirius’ knees just about buckle as he cries out and thrusts forward. It tastes like everything Remus has ever wanted as he licks his lips, savoring it.
Their eyes meet, grey is shocked but hazel holds a challenge. Remus will blame the boldness of the wolf when he licks a stripe from root to tip, stopping at the head to close it in his mouth and suck. Sirius’ makes a noise like someone just punched him in the stomach, fist paused on his cock. He looks like he’s having some internal debate as his eyes are squeezed shut and nose scrunched. In the end, pleasure wins out.
Sirius’ hand leaves his cock, and he strokes it over Remus’ cheek and chin.
“Moony,” he groans, strained. “Are you sure?”
Remus pulls off with a pop and looks up through his lashes. “So sure, baby.”
He doesn’t know where the pet name comes from, but it causes Sirius to whine. Remus loves that.
“Okay… have me.” Sirius bites his plump lip hard enough to nearly draw blood. Remus wants to bite that lip, maybe someday.
This offering derails every train of thought left in his mind till all that’s left is Sirius, Sirius, Sirius. Horny Moony takes over the controls.
Remus has never given a blowjob, but he’s not going to let Sirius know this. He fits what he can into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around, doing whatever he thinks would feel good on himself. For what he can’t reach, he wraps his hand around tight and jerks, meeting his mouth.
He looks up with Sirius between his lips, wanting to see if it’s good for his friend. Sirius is looking down at him, mouth hanging open. Remus tongues at the slit, and Sirius’ mouth clenches shut, muscles in his neck straining as he moans. Remus feels Sirius move a hand into his hair, tugging on the curls to help pull his mouth up and down. It’s hot, so fucking hot. Remus loves his senses being overwhelmed with everything Sirius.
Sirius starts letting out little grunts as he snaps his hips forward in small movements. He’s probably not even aware he’s doing it, just giving into the feeling. He only gags Remus once and apologizes for it right away.
Remus remembers his own neglected cock and reaches the hand not wrapped around Sirius down to resume stroking. He’s already really close, so he starts slowly.
Sirius cries out on one particular hard suck and arches his back. He’s so sensitive. Remus thinks of all the girls who’ve ever been with Sirius and starts sucking harder. Remus wants to make him forget all about those girls. He wants to be Sirius’ best.
Sirius is running his hands through Remus’ hair and gazing down at him with such lust-blown eyes under long, dark eyelashes. There’s a bit of red creeping up his long neck onto his cheeks. He looks so fucking good when he’s this messy, this disheveled. It’s the hottest Remus has ever felt, under that supernova gaze. Remus doesn’t look away and neither does Sirius.
“Mmm M- Moony,” Sirius moans.
Remus pulls off for just a moment to catch his breath. “You taste so fucking good, baby,” he whispers before diving back in.
Sirius gasps. He is the prey, and Remus has got him where he wants him. The man starts tossing his head gently from side to side like he doesn’t know what to do. Feel, Remus wants to tell him, all you have to do is feel this, feel me.
Sirius starts panting Remus’ name. His name in that deep, huffing voice is what causes him to lose it. With one last upward stroke, Remus is coming, and he’s coming, and he’s coming, and he’s coming. Sirius’ cock nearly slips out of his mouth because he’s just so overwhelmed, eyes closed tight in shockwaves of pleasure.
Remus opens them and notices that his cum got all over Sirius’ legs. Before he can feel embarrassed, Sirius cries out and starts coming himself, stomach tightening, showing off those lean abs Remus has always wanted to lick. He latches onto the head and sucks, wanting every last drop. He swallows because he wants a part of Sirius in him. Sirius goes boneless and almost falls, but Remus catches him and guides him down to the edge of the bed.
They’re both catching their breath, Remus still on his knees. Remus says a quick prayer to whatever gods may be that things don’t turn awkward between them.
“Sorry,” Remus mutters, grabbing his pants to wipe the cum off Sirius’ legs.
“Marking me, Moony?” Sirius jokes.
“Maybe…” Remus mutters.
Sirius releases a happy sigh, flopping down onto his back. “I think that was the best head I’ve ever gotten in my life. I’m ruined.”
Remus smiles shyly, “You deserve to feel good. It’s just what friends do, right?”
“Moony, I have no friends quite like you.” Sirius swipes at his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, hair sticking to the side of his neck like inky tendrils.
You better not, he thinks selfishly.
“So what do you say we bum off Herbology?” Sirius grins, getting up to rummage on the floor for his pants. He pulls them on.
“We do have N.E.W.T.s coming up, you know.” Remus walks over to his dresser and finds a pair of clean pants to slip into.
“Says the one who skipped Divination to sneak up here and jerk off.” Sirius rolls his eyes.
“Maybe I saw in my future that I was supposed to get off soon,” defends Remus. “I just, you know how it gets around the moon. It’s… a lot.”
“A lot how?” Sirius questions.
“You know all the energy I get the day before the night of the full moon?”
“Yeah?”
“Well a lot of it just transforms into horniness now, and I- I don’t know why,” Remus explains, blushing.
“So do you do this often then, with other people?” Sirius asks quietly, looking at the floor like it’s super interesting all the sudden.
“No, this was the first time, with anyone,” Remus admits quietly.
Sirius looks up from the floor, practically beaming with that untamed, rare smile of his. “Good. You’re my Moony.”
Remus doesn’t know what that exactly means, but gods he wishes it were true.
“And you’re my Padfoot.” Remus wishes that was true as well.
Sirius nods, cheeks still flushed from earlier. He sits back down on the bed beside Remus. “So since we’re not going to Herbology, I’ve been thinking up this prank, but we need help from the kitchen elves, which you’re close with them right?”
“Yeah,” says Remus. “They take care of me when I miss meals.”
“Brilliant!” Sirius smirks. “So step one…”
Remus can’t help but stare at the mischievous glint in Sirius’ eyes as he explains his elaborate plan.
It doesn’t feel awkward at all. Will it happen again? Is it stupid to hope it will?
Remus reminds himself to take it day by day. At this moment, he’s just so happy to be with his best mate, who he’s a little bit (a lotta bit) in love with.
Remus is sure he’s just started his lifelong addiction to the fine taste that is Sirius Black, and he has no regrets.