It had all started with Lily in a fit of righteous anger over Dorcas getting dress coded for her skirt.
"It was past her fingertips, but because it was above her knees, it was classified "distracting" and now she's in detention." She fumed in the Great Hall, Marlene sitting sullenly beside her.
"That's fucked?!" James looked just as outraged and super confused.
"They'd never dresscode it if it were a bloke." Sirius agreed, feeling angry. Remus looked up from his food, a mean twinkle in his baby-blue eyes that had heralded the most fun mischief they ever got into.
Typically, James planned and started it, or Sirius instigated.
But when Remus planned?
Hogwarts never knew what hit them.
"Right then, let's prove it." Remus put down the book he was reading, and the Marauders and present company leaned toward him eagerly.
"Picture this; the teachers wake up tomorrow, enter the Great Hall for breakfast, and the entire fucking school is wearing short skirts." He gave them an evil little smirk, and all of them grinned at him.
"Oh, hell yeah! Pass it on!" James was the first one to spin out of his seat, flitting about to whisper the plan to a few of his Quidditch friends, before popping off to go tell more. As he told people, they started getting up to go tell more.
Sirius got up and joined the fun, all of the people in the know grinning the moment they were told, and getting up to tell someone else.
Lily slapped the table excitedly and started filling in some of her girlfriends. Word spread even faster among the girls.
Remus picked his book back up and read with a contented air about him that Peter looked at with some trepidation.
Remus could be scary sometimes.
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The next morning, the rest of the Marauders hadn't managed to find Remus in their room, but people coming down the stairs managed to tell them he was helping people transfigure their trousers into skirts.
They shrugged and began to help the people who were struggling in the commons, before heading down to the Great Hall to help there.
Teachers wouldn't be there for another thirty minutes, so they had some time.
And, as the teachers sat, the Marauders were all worried as to where Remus was.
Just as Sirius stood, the entirety of Slytherin house came in with matching skirts - Remus filing in behind them with a smug smirk in a skirt of his own.
And the Marauders were shocked.
Remus had paired his skirt with a cute sweater-shirt, and stockings that framed his slender but toned legs.
The tones of beige and white looked nice against his pale tan skin and tawny curls.
He looked soft, and sweet, and cute, and his eyes sparkled when they met the shocked faces of the Marauders.
"Top 'o the mornin', boys." He greeted, settling into his usual place next to Sirius and across from Peter.
"You look fucking great?!" James was hyped, grin wide and eyes playful.
"I'm Welsh. Any man of Scottish, Welsh, Irish, or Norse descent looks fantastic in a skirt or kilt." Remus' nose scrunched in his amusement as he smiled at them all with those dimples.
Sirius hadn't managed to tear his eyes away from the other.
"Fuckin' hell, Moons. Warn a guy." His voice was a croaking whisper, like he couldn't quite remember how to speak out loud.
"I can say, though... It seems the French have a similar trait." Remus eyed Sirius up and down in a way that was blatantly checking him out, and the ravenette broke out in goosebumps.
"Sirius, Remus just complimented you." Lily looked at him smugly. He shot her a glare.
"Right you are, Evans, apologies for needing to gather my wits. Thank you, Remus. Still don't hold a candle to you." He admitted, hands nervously twisting one of his many rings under the table as he watched his best friend and long-time crush smile sweetly at him.
"How sweet." Remus purred.
"Where is this confidence normally? What the actual fuck?!" Marlene gaped. Sirius ignored her, flushing to the roots of his hair as he only managed to half stop a nervous giggle.
"Are you kidding? It's always there, he's just usually quieter about it." Lily rolled her eyes fondly.
"That's true. Even when alone he has this natural swagger to him that speaks of confidence." Peter hummed, looking thoughtful.
"Because I know if things go to shite, I can handle myself better than most of the bastards here. I'm second in our class to Lily only. And in terms of physical strength, I am a lot stronger than I look." He gave a pointed look at those in the know, and everyone paused.
"That's fair. Can't believe I didn't notice it." James hummed.
"You've been busy. Regulus will wait for you at the astronomy tower after the afterparty." Remus commented offhandedly.
"Ah, so THAT's how you managed to convince Slytherin to participate. Thanks, mate." James grinned, nearly skipping off as he went to prepare for the Quidditch match today.
"You agreed to play messenger for my brother if he'd help you get the snakepit to participate?" Sirius looked unimpressed.
"Ah, well, there is one more thing I promised him, but we can get to that later." Remus admitted, looking a bit self-satisfied.
Lily gave him a look before understanding flashed on her features and she decided to flounce off and find Pandora.
"I'm going to smoke with Frank later, so I won't be back." Peter scurried off, looking a little disgusted. Dull as he was, he could catch a hint in the right conditions.
"Why did they all scramble off?" Sirius looked offended.
"Who knows? C'mon, we want to get good seats." Remus picked up his things and waited for Sirius to leap up next to him.
"Fabulous idea!" The raven haired boy grinned happily.
And so, they made their way to the pitch. Sirius was distracted enough by the game that he forgot about their earlier conversation, much to Remus' satisfaction.
Tonight was going to be fun.
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The afterparty had been loud and full of smuggled-in firewhiskey. Someone even managed to smuggle in a bottle of muggle vodka, and no one knew how but not a single soul was telling.
Sirius was giggling - only a little tipsy due to Remus' strange insistence that he shouldn't drink much tonight - as Moony led him up to the dorm.
"So what's with you, then? Why am I only allowed to be slightly tipsy?" Sirius teased, smiling at the other who still wore that skirt that was WAY too attractive for his warm horny brain.
"We need to have a discussion." Remus looked at him with stern eyes, denoting the seriousness of what they were going to be talking about.
Well, that was sobering.
"A-about what?" Sirius couldn't think about anything he'd done to piss the other off recently.
Had he done something wrong?
Was he in trouble?
"Sirius, I am in love with you. Have been for a while, and didn't think you reciprocated. But Regulus seemed to think otherwise, and helped me on the terms I'd deliver James a message and confess my feelings to you." Remus admitted, looking nervously at his best friend and the love of his life.
He knew there would be no one else for him but Sirius.
The other boy was looking at him with wide, awestruck eyes and a slack jaw.
Remus waited nervously, feeling ready to bolt from the room, but remembering Regulus told him Sirius would need a moment for his thoughts to catch up with the situation.
"You... love me?" Sirius asked, voice breathy and weak, eyes filling with tears that were getting ready to smudge his eyeliner.
Remus didn't want him to cry for this.
"Yes." Remus agreed, no flowery nonsense that could be misconstrued. Blunt, blatant honesty.
"Why?" Sirius asked, looking so small and confused that it broke Remus' heart.
"Because you're YOU. You're a cocky bastard, but you're kind. Your grin lights up a room, and makes your eyes as bright as your namesake. You don't care what it takes, as long as you get to provide for those you care about. You are so beautifully broken and flawed that I want to spend my life fitting all our jagged edges together until you can't tell where one of us stops and the other begins. Because you are Sirius Black, and worth much more than I could ever give. But I'm selfish and want you to myself anyway. Because you are everything." Remus looked into charcoal grey, feeling his adoration threaten to rise up his throat and choke him. His hands twitched with the desire to reach out, but he would never do so without permission.
He would never break the trust Sirius put in him by crossing a spoken or unspoken boundary until given the right to do so by the boy in question.
Sirius let off a little sob.
"Really?" He asked, taking a hesitant step forward. His tears began to fall, but they seemed less from disbelief and more from relief than anything else.
"With every fibre of my body, mind, and soul. Even the wolf knows it." He admitted, head bowing for a moment. He knew that might be terrifying. Should be terrifying. Would be if he were the one in Sirius' position.
But the other merely closed their distance and placed hands on either cheek to lift his head enough for their eyes to meet.
"I love you, too, Remus. My Moony." He spoke, words a mere whisper, and holding a depth neither of them were quite prepared for. Remus stumbled in his relief, dragging Sirius close as he collapsed to the bed.
"Thank fuck, I wasn't sure what I'd have done if you didn't feel the same." He bit back his own relieved sobs. Sirius pushed in closer, as if he could crawl into Remus' skin.
And both of them wanted him to.
"Of course I feel the same, you bloody idiot. It has literally been so obvious to everyone but you. I thought it meant you weren't interested." Sirius admitted.
"Oh please, as if I haven't been obvious as well. You get away with a lot, love." Remus chuckled, voice low and dulcet from his tears. His voice always got deeper and took on a rasp when he cried.
Although, he couldn't say he was disappointed about it, feeling the little shiver Sirius made against him.
"Merlin, I thought you'd be the death of me BEFORE. Now, I'm sure you're going to be the one to kill me. What a way to go." Sirius chuckled breathlessly, pushing back to look at Remus in awe. Like he still couldn't quite believe what was happening right now.
"Only way you'll die in my hands is from pleasure." Remus shrugged nonchalantly, like he hadn't just basically told the other he was planning on fucking him within an inch of his life.
"Wh-wh-wh-wha?!" Sirius stammered, turning red like he wasn't usually the one to make such bold comments.
How cute was it that they made him so flustered when directed at him?
"Regulus also seemed to be under the impression you were a bit uppity as of late. Suggested a good dicking down might do you some good." Remus ground his hips up, and watched as Sirius' jaw dropped.
"I'm not sure if I should thank him or kill him." The ravenette blinked down at the brunette below him. Remus grinned, flipping so Sirius was bent over the end of the bed and Remus was upright bending over his back.
"Lucky us, you won't have much time to think about it." He murmured to the other, rubbing his thighs just below the skirt. Sirius gasped, shifting slightly as Remus' hands began a slow wander upwards. They kneaded and groped, feeling the thighs and arse he swore were carved out by Gods. All of Sirius was carved by Gods.
He was perfect, and looked so good with his dark pleated skirt rucked up around his waist.
Showed off that he'd chosen to wear panties today instead of shorts.
"T-the skirts do make it so easy." Sirius agreed with a bit of a pant to his words - as if he were suddenly struck out of breath. Remus hummed, fondling his arse and slipping his fingers teasingly under the straps of the panties every now and again.
He was pleased by the desperate little keen Sirius bit off in response.
"Almost like you wanted it." He commented, leaning down to let his breath flutter across the back of the other's ear and neck. The shudder he got in return was delightful.
"I can guarantee you this is not how I saw my night going this morning when I dressed. But this is so much fucking better." Sirius admitted, arching a little when Remus drew his panties aside to pull him open a bit more and expose the furled muscle keeping his entrance closed. Remus hummed, murmuring a few spells to clean, stretch, and lubricate. Being a wizard really was a blast sometimes.
"Think you have the patience for my tongue first?" He asked, voice low and almost growling. Sirius jolted, taking in an almost startled inhale.
"No, no I don't. I'd... this is literally a fantasy come to life, Moons. You touch any part of me with your tongue at this moment, and I'm going to explode." Sirius admitted, sounding like he was choking the words out. Remus chuckled, low and dark, and straightened behind Sirius to gently grind his still clothed cock against him.
"Fuck, you're big! I can feel it!" Sirius gasped, arching a little further in a desperate attempt to feel more.
"Maybe so, but I'm sure you can take it." Remus purred, using one hand to pull his shorts down and flip up his own skirt.
Sirius keened as he lined himself up.
"Who d'ya think you're talking to, Moons? Course I can. You just have to hurry up an-nnnngh!" He was cut off with a groan as Remus began sinking in, gentle thrusting movements until he was up to the hilt.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Sirius." He leaned over the other again to drag his hands upwards and hold the ones scrambling against the bedsheets. He felt Sirius clench, and a wicked grin split his face.
"Like that, then? Taking me so well. Being such a good boy?" He purred.
"Fffffffuck, Remus! You will make me come early if you don't knock it o-aaaaaugh!" Sirius whined as Remus began a slow and hard pace - each thrust so powerful it was making slapping sounds where their skin met, and deep enough to cause a gasp upon every movement.
Remus grinned as Sirius kept making little noises, unable to fully articulate himself.
And then he stood up and began pistioning fast and hard - slamming himself into Sirius' prostate with an accuracy that had the other practically screaming into the sheets.
He was obviously attempting to muffle his noises, and Remus was not having it. He took one of his hands and slid it down the arm of the boy below him, dusting lightly over his shoulder, before coming to rest at the base of his neck. He lifted just slightly, squeezing the sides once as Sirius' eyes rolled up into his head.
"Don't do that, love. Let me hear you." He voice lowly, bucking unintentionally when Sirius clenched on him like a vice. The other's soft sounds started becoming more frequent and higher in pitch.
Remus kept his pace, knowing full well the other was preparing to hit his peak. His other hand came down and rested on Sirius' hip, holding tight and dragging the other back a bit through each thrust. Sirius cried out loudly, cumming partly onto his skirt and onto the bed beneath him.
Remus took that as his queue and lifted the other, hands slipping under his thighs to show off the strength he got from being a lycanthrope as he continued to lift and drop Sirius onto his cock and thrust his hips all at once.
"Oh, fuck!" Sirius cried out, spasming in Remus' arms as he came again. He had mentioned once, when absolutely plastered, that he found Remus' random feats of strength attractive.
At the time, Remus had assumed he meant it in general, not that he was attracted to Remus in particular.
He was making full use of that now as he slammed into Sirius and the lifting and pulling made the movement that much harder.
Sirius couldn't even make noise at the moment, like his brain had forgotten how to work his vocal chords.
It was when Sirius came a third time - coming completely dry and untouched - that Remus finally spilled into the other with a snarl and a bite to his shoulder that had Sirius screeching out his pleasure.
Remus then gently brought them to the bed, where he laid Sirius down on his front and began to slowly pull out.
A few quick spells, and they were clean, the bed was clean, and the two were wrapped in each other on the bed.
"Fucking hell, Moons. I've never come that hard in my life. You've ruined me for anyone else." Sirius looked at the blue eyes of the boy he was in love with, grinning at the dark satisfaction there.
"That's entirely the point." Remus chuckled, thumbing into the bitemark he'd left for a moment. The little jolt and groan Sirius let out was enough to have him twitching in interest, but he resolved to ignore it for now. He'd just made Sirius come three times, and the other was drowsily blinking at him.
He'd let him sleep a while before waking him up for round two.
The other was going to learn that strength was not the only wolfish perk he got from his lycanthropy.
Remus couldn't wait to show them all to who he was sure was the love of his life.
Werewolves were monogamous, after all.