The Hallway
Fleamont and Effie were famous for hosting the best parties at Potter Manor and with the war, they figured everyone needed a bit of cheering up. At first, it had been planned for the party to be hosted on Christmas, but it was then Lily and James had come forward with the news.
They were expecting.
Remus had known for weeks due to his ability to smell anything but had acted surprised nonetheless, and honestly, he was thrilled. Sirius, of course, had been through the roof and had already begun to decorate their spare room at the flat to future "Mini Prongs" as Sirius called it.
So with Christmas and Mr and Mrs Prong's little Bambi on its way, Fleamont and Effie hosted a party that lifted everyone's spirit even though the war was getting worse and worse for their side.
Remus was sitting on the couch, nursing a beer as he watched Sirius talk with Lily on the opposite couch. Lily was cradling her stomach, listening intently to Sirius rant.
"And I've painted the walls in there like a forest, with a wolf, a stag, a rat, and a dog, me, obviously, Uncle Padfoot, you know? And..."
Remus shook his head amusedly and took a sip of beer. He could feel the faint buzz of alcohol in his veins. The full moon was three nights away and for days he had been on edge, but the alcohol had calmed him down. He wasn't even bouncing his leg up and down, a habit that Sirius hated—or actually not, he usually took it as an excuse to place himself in Remus's lap to stop it from bouncing.
Suddenly, an unknown witch approached Sirius from the dance floor. Her hair was long, black, her skin tan, and she wore a short, Christmassy lace dress.
"Excuse me?" she said, interrupting Lily and Sirius's conversation.
Sirius smiled at her politely. "Yes, love?"
Remus gritted his jaw and sipped his beer. Always so fucking polite.
"I couldn't help but notice you." The woman extended her hand. She had a faint Scottish accent. "The name is Aubrey and you look awfully lonely."
He didn't. He was talking with Lily. Remus clenched his grasp on the bottle.
"Oh, yeah, I am." Sirius sent a fleeting smirk to Remus.
The woman, Aubrey, giggled. "I hoped so. Could I ask you for a dance?"
Sirius smiled easily. "Sure." He took Aubrey's hand and followed her into the crowd of dancing bodies. Just before he disappeared, he sent a wink over his shoulder to Remus.
"Oh I know that look," mused Lily. "Someone is jealous."
"Am not." Remus took a sip from the bottle. "Sirius doesn't even like women."
"I know that, but does Aubrey?" Lily asked, teasingly and pointed into the crowd.
Sirius and Aubrey were visible once again, Sirius's hands resting easily on Aubrey's hips, but her hands were in his hair and the way she was looking at his mouth as they swayed made her intentions clear.
Something growled inside Remus.
"Yeah, I'll be back." He stood up and went for the dancing crowd, faintly hearing Lily yelling for him to use protection.
Remus stopped by Sirius and Aubrey.
"Moony!" Sirius said as Aubrey was practically mouthing at his neck. "I wondered where you'd gone."
Remus tightened his jaw. "I need to talk to you. Alone."
Sirius smirked and stepped back from his dancing partner. "Sorry, Aubrey, duty calls." He took her hand and kissed it. "See you."
"Come on!" Remus hissed and grabbed Sirius's wrist. He dragged him away from the dance floor and into the hallway where there were no one due to the "Don't Enter" sign.
"Cosy—"
Remus slammed him against the wall. "What the heck was that about?" He closed his fingers around Sirius's throat, squeezing.
Sirius eyes fluttered shut. "Thought it would be fun to see your reaction."
"If you want to be wrecked, you just have to ask, darling." Remus moved closer, their torsos pressing together. "Don't need to let another person touch you."
Their lips were inches from touching, Remus's fingers still digging into the sides of Sirius's throat.
"You know I didn't like it," said Sirius.
"But she touched what is mine," growled Remus—the wolf in him was back. "And you know what happens when someone else touches what's mine?"
Sirius's breath stuttered. "No."
"I need to leave marks all over, make sure people know you're taken."
"Fuck," whimpered Sirius.
Remus smirked. "Yeah, now turn around for me, Pads."
Sirius's eyes bulged. "Here?"
"Yeah." Remus wet his lips and cast a glance at the door. The lock turned.
"Oh fuck me," Sirius muttered. "I love it when you do wandless magic."
"I'll fuck you," Remus muttered. "So. Turn. The. Fuck. Around." He took a step back.
Sirius spun around, bracing his hands on the wall. Remus's hands found his hips and pressed himself against him, his hard outline flush with Sirius.
Sirius gasped, head hung low.
"Want me to cast a silencing spell or make everyone know how much you like to be wrecked?" Remus muttered, lips fanning the shell of Sirius's ear.
"I doubt they can hear anything over the music."
"So you want them to have the chance to, hm?"
"And what if I do, a problem?"
"As long as I'm the cause, dear." He bagan kissing along Sirius's neck, sucking marks into the skin.
Sirius whimpered and moaned, loudly, when Remus rolled his hips against his arse.
"Please," he whimpered, knees already buckling. "I need you... in me... now."
"Already begging for it, aren't you?" Remus mumbled, pulling slightly on Sirius's hair. God, he loved his hair. So long, so easy to fist around his scarred fingers.
"Yeah," Breathed Sirius unashamedly. "Been days since you last fucked me."
"Better fuck you proper then, huh?" Remus said. "Get your trousers off."
He stepped back and watched as Sirius immediately scrambled out of his trousers, leaving him naked from the waist and down.
"Back in position, darling," Remus said and cupped himself through his trousers as he watched Sirius. So ready for him.
Sirius braced himself against the wall again, legs lightly spread. Waiting.
Remus stepped back up behind him, hands on Sirius's hips. "I'm gonna prep you now, Pads, okay?"
"Mhmm." Sirius spread his legs further.
Remus smirked. Within seconds, he had used wandless magic to lube up his fingers and then his first digit was pressing into Sirius's heat.
Sirius trembled and moaned, already pushing back. So needy.
"Really made another woman touch you up so you could get fucked in a hallway, didn't you?" Remus said.
"You insisted on the hallway," Sirius whimpered as Remus fucked him with his finger.
Remus ignored this comment. "Next time it would be so much more easier to just ask me, but you didn't, you know what that means?" He crooked his finger.
"No," Sirius cried out.
"It means you get punished," Remus said.
"Fuck," cursed Sirius.
Remus smirked and with his free hand planted a hard slap on Sirius's arse.
"FUCK!"
Remus placed another one, adding a second finger while he did it. Sirius's knees buckled beneath his weight.
"What do you need to do next time?" Another one.
"Ask," Sirius half whimpered, half moaned.
"Ask what?" Two more slaps. A third finger.
"Ask to get fucked," sobbed Sirius. His fingers were clawing at the wall.
"That's right," Remus said softly and ran his hands in soothing circles over Sirius's irritated skin. "Too much?"
Sirius pushed back against him. "No, never enough. More. Please."
Such a beggar.
Remus placed another one on Sirius's arse. "And what do you want me to do now?" A last one.
"I want you to—to fuck me," cried Sirius. "Please, please, please..."
"That's my Pads," Remus said. "Asking so nicely." He retreated his fingers and got rid of his trousers.
He cast a protection spell over them as well as a lube spell on his hand. He stroked himself, hissing at the contact. He was so ready.
He braced himself against Sirius, lining up. "You ready?"
"Yes," whimpered Sirius.
Remus thrust in. From then it was a mix of the combined sound of moaning, grunts, and skin slapping against skin that filled the hallway. At one point, Sirius turned his head so they could sloppily kiss as Remus thrust into him; hard.
When it was over, they stayed in that position, Remus holding Sirius to his chest, and whispering endless praises into his hair.
"Fuck," Sirius muttered. "That was..."
"Incredible?"
"Yeah, you bloody lunatic."
Remus grinned. "Blame it on the moon."