Honey. His voice was like honey. And Sirius was addicted to it because
Remus' voice flowed over him like honey. Sticky and sweet, until every
night in his dreams he would hear Remus' voice whispering to him naughty
things in that honeyed voice. He would wake up to find the sheets sticky,
and his flaccid cock covered in dried semen.

He hated the nights he slept through it, but he enjoyed them as well. To
have words like that spoken to him in Remus' voice... even now, in the
middle of the Gryffindor common room he had an erection that he could cleave
down a wall with.

"So the uses of this particular potion are varied," Remus said. He was
reading them his paper before he turned it in for a grade. He always did
that, making sure that it made sense.

However, with Remus' voice, it also made even the dullest subjects
incredibly interesting. He could talk about gross slimy things found at the
bottom of ponds and make it sound like he was caressing you with his voice.


"So what do you guys think?" He asked. James started clapping loudly, and
Peter clapped quietly. Sirius snapped out of his reverie to let out a low
whistle for Remus, who grinned at him.

"Definitely an 'A' Moony," Sirius told him. The grin got bigger. Sirius
loved that grin; it made the gold flecks in Remus' eyes shine and glitter at
him. All right so maybe he didn't just have it bad for Remus' voice, but
his eyes as well. The total package of Mr. Remus Lupin could drive him wild
on any day, and very frequently did.

"Thanks, Padfoot." And then Sirius had a lapful of Remus as he threw his
arms around Sirius' neck. Not good, Sirius barely managed to keep his
erection from bumping against Remus' hip as his own arms wound around the
object of his affections.

Remus' body was softer against his, and warm too. He was always like a
furnace, it was something to do with him being a werewolf; and it was just
fine with Sirius. He liked these times when Remus was so free, and hugging
him so tightly. His scent would stay in Sirius' nose for a long time, and
Sirius rather thought that Remus smelled like sun filled afternoons playing
in long uncut grass.

The first time Sirius had smelled him he knew he could never get enough of
that smell, it was so distinctly Remus that no one else ever came close.
Now, seven years later, he was an addict.

Remus slowly unwrapped himself from Sirius and hopped off his lap but not
before placing a playful kiss on his lips. Remus would always do that, and
it drove Sirius nuts. A blush rose to Sirius' cheeks as the soft lips
brushed his. Every night Sirius would dream of those lips, aggressive in
passion against his own, or wrapped around various parts of his body. Remus
didn't know, and Sirius didn't tell him.

Remus accepted claps on the back from James and Peter. When Sirius had
first met Remus, he had thought that he was so shy, and to a large part he
was, but in the past two years Remus had grown past that shyness. That was
about the same time that he started kissing Sirius in all playfulness.

Sirius slowly stood up from the table, and shooting the customary glance to
James, after grinning at Remus, started to make his way to the painting.

"Where are you going Sirius?" Remus called after him.

"Just to the shower. You and your teasing has got me all hot and bothered."
He playfully replied. Only James knew the truth of that statement, and
that's why he had given Sirius the password for the Prefect's bathroom.
When the tension would get to be too much, Sirius would go up there
privately and take care of things.

"Oh darling, why didn't you tell me?" Remus bantered playfully back.

James fell back against the table and draped his arm over his face. "But
Sirius, you promised me that I was the only one for you!"

Sirius blew James a kiss. "I promise to share my little stud muffin."

Peter collapsed back into a chair laughing.

"Ooooh," squealed a melodramatic James. "I shall wait on hands and knees."

Sirius laughed as he pushed the picture open. The sound was cut off to the
common room as the picture shut quietly behind him.

He made his way quietly to the Prefect's Bathroom. The only noise to mark
his passage was the gentle rustle of robes over the stone floor.

Only James knew that his affection for Remus went beyond friendship.
Everyone else in the school thought he was a slut, and for the most part, he
was. He had slept with almost all of Gryffindor (except for Peter, Remus,
and James) and varying amounts from the rest of the houses.

At first, he had just had sex with them to get Remus' voice out of his mind,
but as he continued on, the voice became louder, and then accompanied with
the smell of Remus filling his over sensitive nose. At that point, he had
quit, and now he had a long-standing monogamous relationship with his hand.


When he reached the bathroom painting, he gave the password and the painting
swung wide open. He stepped in quickly and stripped, his cock twitching
against his stomach.

He could still feel Remus' lips pressed against his in a kiss as he turned
on the water for the bathtub. He added a little bit of different bath
bubbles. When James had first given him the password; he had played with
each of them for hours on end.

The only thing that really bothered Sirius about the Prefect's bathroom was
the multitude of mirrors that lined the walls. However, that was not enough
to stop him from coming up there late at night in James' invisibility cloak.
That's how he had learned the perfect amount of bubbles to add, plus they
were fun to play with.

Sirius slipped into the warm water and settled back against the cool marble.
This sort of hedonistic pleasure should be illegal, but so should Remus not
talking. Sirius ignored his erection for the time being, and set about
quickly washing himself. The sooner that was done, the sooner he could get
to the fun part.

Warm trails of water slipped over the clearly defined muscles as he stepped
out of the tub. He didn't have the thin frame that James did, nor the
whipcord strong muscles in his legs. Nor did he have the thicker frame that
Remus did, the werewolf had to keep up his muscle tone or waste away when
that time of the moon came. He was lean and trim, his shoulders just barely
thinner than Remus'.

He grabbed a towel off the rack and quickly dried off. The cloth was soft
and warm; James had told him early on that they set some kind of spell on
the towels to keep them warm like that. He grabbed a bottle of lotion off
the counter. The Prefects' had better lotion; it was smoother and less
fragrant than other lotions that the school had. Of course, they did have
fragrant lotions, but Sirius wasn't interested in those.

Throwing his towel over his shoulder, he sat down on the edge of the tub and
pushed some of the lotion out of the tube and onto the palm of his hand.
His cock stood red and slightly wet at the tip amidst a mass of dark curls.
It was nearly lying flat against his belly.

Sirius took a deep breath, grasping at one of his favorite fantasies. It
was one where Remus was watching him masturbate, while whispering decidedly
naughty things in his ear. Almost unknowingly, he wrapped his hand around
his shaft and slowly began to stroke. He could take his time here, not have
to worry about being caught, or being heard.

He shut his eyes, falling further into his fantasy, listening to that
beloved voice whisper to him about how much Remus wanted him, how much Remus
loved to see him like this, and about how much Remus loved him. "Remus," he
moaned in his fantasy, and out loud. The name hid the soft swish of the
painting opening while Sirius continued to languidly stroke.

His fantasy Remus kept whispering to him, telling Sirius how he wanted
Sirius to come for him. Did he think that he could come just from Remus
talking to him?

"Yes, Remus, please," he moaned again. He was stroking harder now, soft
whimpers rising from his throat when he felt a hand pull his wrist away.

"Yes please what?" That honeyed voice was in his ear and Sirius' eyes flew
open. His mouth opened, jaw working without any sound coming out. A warm
naked body settled behind his, and he could feel Remus' hard shaft settle
between the half moons of his ass.

Remus ground his hips forward. "Yes, please, what, Sirius?"

Sirius blinked rapidly, not quite believing this was real, and finally settled his gaze at the full-length
mirror on the other side of the room. Maybe he shouldn't have looked.
Remus was gazing down at him, his honey brown hair covered head resting on
Sirius' shoulder. While Sirius watched, Remus slowly flicked his tongue out
of his mouth and traced the outer edge of his ear. It was real, oh so deliciously real.

Sirius shivered against Remus, a moan rising from his lips before he could
catch it. "Make me come with just your voice." Sirius panted.

"Just my voice?"

Sirius nodded, his erection throbbing at the sound of that sweet voice
whispering in his ear.

Remus took both of Sirius' hands and placed them on his thighs, before
resting his own warm hands on the smooth skin of Sirius' inner thighs.

"All right," he murmured quietly into Sirius' ear. "You want to know what I
see?"

Sirius nodded again, his eyes falling shut so he could better concentrate on
Remus' voice.

"I see you, one of my best friends, sitting on the edge of the tub. You're
still slightly wet from your bath, and I can smell all the different types
of bubbles still drying on your skin. Your cheeks are flushed, reddened no
doubt by the pleasure you were experiencing when I walked in."

Sirius' mouth fell slightly open, the tip of his tongue coming out to
lightly wet his lips.

"Do that again."

Sirius slid his tongue along his lips, his breath coming harder as he felt
the cock nestled against his flesh jump.

"I want to kiss you when you do that. I want to press my lips against yours
teasing your lips with mine until they open, and I can greet your tongue
with mine. Would you like me to do that Sirius?"

Sirius' breathing was sharp, his chest rising and falling as he nodded. He
knew if he spoke right now, heard his own voice rising with into the flow of
words, he would lose it and come before they had even began.

"I'm not going to now, but I promise I will later." Remus' words were met
with a slight whimper. "You look wanton Sirius, sound wanton. Your nipples
are tight and hard. I wonder if you will like it when I bite them, or if
you'd rather I caressed them with my tongue." Another whimper rose from
Sirius' throat and he squirmed back against the almost too hot body. That
voice, saying things like that, and the warmth that was flowing from Remus'
body into his, was almost too much.

"I'll find out soon enough." Remus pinched the insides of his thighs
lightly, distracting him temporarily. "Then there is your stomach. I can't
forget that part of you, because I imagine you would be trying to push me
further down if I was licking your stomach. Trying to get my mouth where
you needed it most."

Sirius nodded quickly, his mouth still open. Remus laughed softly in his
ear.

"Your cock Sirius." Sirius moaned, rubbing back against the hard length of
Remus and then pushed his hips forward in a silent plea. "Red and wet at
the tip. I can't wait to find out what it feels like in my mouth, what you
taste like." Sirius was caught between grinding back against Remus and
fucking the air. A steady moan kept coming from his opened mouth as that
voice teased and drove him ever closer to completion.

Remus voice dropped in timbre. "Would you let me mark you with little love
bites Sirius?" The sudden change left Sirius whimpering.

"I would like to mark you. As mine Sirius. Always as mine. A brand of
sorts, to let everyone know that Sirius Black belongs to Remus Lupin."
Remus ground out the word 'belongs' like a brand placed on Sirius' soul,
punctuated it with a thrust of his hips to burn it into Sirius' flesh.

"Yes, yes, whatever you want, please Remus, whatever you want," Sirius was
babbling. He screamed when a warm hand encircled his length and jerked hard


"Then come for me Sirius," Remus said smoothly in that voice like honey, low
and hot in his ear as Sirius' head fell back against his shoulder.

Another quick, effortless glide of hand over erection was all it took, and
Sirius was coming, falling into darkness punctuated with sharp white stars
of pleasure. And that voice was there, telling him how beautiful he was,
how beautiful he looked as he came.


~*~


Sirius woke up a few moments later. Soft warm fingers were stroking his
chest in an almost feathery caress across his sternum. He was lying on the
cold tile floor of the bathroom, but someone had unfolded a towel and placed
it under him. Whoever was stroking his chest had probably done that. It
took him a moment to realize that the 'someone' must be Remus.

Slowly blinking his eyes open to clear them, he turned his head to find
Remus barely inches away from him, forest green eyes gazing at him.

His lips parted, mouth working for a moment before his tongue finally began
to work. "Hi."

The corners of Remus' mouth slowly went up before he replied softly, "Hi
yourself."

That mouth was too tempting. "Enjoy yourself?" Remus asked him. Sirius
nodded slowly, his gaze glued to those soft kissable lips.

"Good." Remus' fingers drifted higher, teasingly across his collarbone
until they slid across the back of his neck and wound themselves into the
long black strands of Sirius' hair. "I'm going to kiss you now, if you don
t mind."

Sirius shook his head quickly, the tip of his tongue teasing along his lips,
wetting them before soft, hot lips molded to his. It was a surprisingly
gentle kiss, Remus' lips caressing his own, but every time that Sirius tried
to touch Remus' lips with his tongue Remus would back away, and tug his head
back by his hair. After the second time, he relaxed and let Remus direct
the kiss.

Remus lightly grasped Sirius' lower lip between his own, barely sucking
while the tip of his tongue darted out, tasting the smooth flesh that
carried the taste of Sirius. Slowly he let the captured flesh go, and
repeated the tender gesture on Sirius' upper lip.

He sealed his lips once more against Sirius'. The kiss was still light,
teasing, when he caressed the seam of Sirius' mouth with the tip of his
tongue. The lips parted, granting him entrance as he swept his tongue in,
exploring the hot recesses. When his tongue finally slid over Sirius' the
kiss became harder, passionate, demanding.

With the first glide of a wet tongue over his Sirius lifted his arms,
wrapping them around Remus, pulling their bodies closer. As soon as he felt
Remus' hard length against his stomach, he moaned into the kiss, his tongue
twisting around Remus'.

When Remus' cock touched Sirius' skin, he let out a sharp breath. If Sirius
had wondered if their little chat session had affected Remus as much as he
had been affected by it, there was no doubt now that it had.

Remus' body seemed to have a mind of his own as he ground his hips into
Sirius, trapping his erection between their bodies as the kiss turned hotter
their tongues almost fighting with each other.

Sirius for his part was not unaffected, and ground his hips back against
Remus', his own cock slowly filling again.

Breaking off the kiss with a growl, Remus brushed his lips lightly over
Sirius' cheek before diving for this throat, nipping at the flushed skin
there. His cock dragged along Sirius' stomach, leaving a trail of sticky
wetness against the flesh there.

Remus worried the flesh between his teeth, eliciting a soft moan from Sirius
before he rolled off of Sirius with a grin. It took only a few seconds
before Sirius' covered his body; his own lips being forced open with a
smooth wet tongue.

Remus chuckled deep within his throat as Sirius' tongue swiped into his
mouth. The chuckle turned into a moan when Sirius eagerly rubbed his ass
against his dripping erection. Remus reached up and grabbed a hold of
Sirius' wrists, slowly levering them to his hips.

Breaking the kiss off with a gasp, Remus waited for Sirius' eyes to open.
Gazing into the dark brown depths, he slowly said, "I want you to ride me
Sirius."

Words that he had hoped to hear for years now poured out of Remus' mouth, in
that sweet, honey voice that stuck to every edge of his mind. He whimpered
as Remus' hands loosened their grasp on his wrists and started to feel
around on the floor.

Oh, the lotion. Sirius in his aroused state had forgotten that they would
indeed need that. He stretched himself across Remus' body, the heat from
his body sending sharp spikes of arousal through Sirius before he grasped
the tube.

Slowly he levered his body back up, not wanting to part from Remus' hot skin
But if he wanted Remus inside him, and he did, he would have to. Gently
lifting his hips up, he scooted back until he settled on Remus' thighs,
their calves pressed tightly together.

He quickly flicked the tube open and emptied more of the lotion onto his
palm. It was slightly cool against his skin, and he didn't stop to think
about it as he placed the lotion against Remus' fevered cock. He was
rewarded with a gasp from Remus as the body beneath him arched, and then
moaned as Sirius smoothed the lotion up and down the length.

Sirius slowly spread the lotion out, enjoying the feeling of Remus in his
hand. His mind marveled at the situation. Remus, hard for him, wanting him
as much as Sirius wanted Remus. A wry smile graced his lips before his
wrist was grabbed, and his eyes flickered up to Remus' face, his mind
cheering at the flushed cheeks.

It took Remus a moment to speak after stilling Sirius' hand, he quickly
swiped his tongue across dry lips, "That's enough."

Sirius quickly nodded, and reached for the tube again so that he could
prepare himself.

"No," that awesome voice graced him again. "As much as I would like to
watch you prepare yourself for me, not tonight. Tonight, I want you to feel
me slide inside you, millimeter by millimeter."

A shudder passed through Sirius at Remus' words. That was just fine with
him. He leaned up, placing his hands on either side of Remus' chest to
brace himself. He smiled gratefully at Remus when a hand passed between
them and Remus steadied his cock for Sirius.

He slid forward until he could feel the glistening tip press against him and
paused. This was his first time with Remus, and he wanted to remember every
detail, needed every detail to be ingrained into a permanent memory on his
mind and body.

Sirius licked his lips quickly before pressing back, slippery end of Remus'
erection slipping past the guardian muscle. He didn't stop the moan rising
from his throat at that first touch of hot flesh inside him. He didn't stop
another moan from rising as Remus' other hand came to rest on his hip; the
hot skin feeling as if it would brand him.

"Shh... Slow, Sirius, go slowly. I want to remember this."

Sirius shivered on top of Remus again, his muscles reflexively clenching
around Remus as his own flesh jumped at the sound of Remus' voice. He had
waited for so long for this, he hoped he could go slowly.

When he felt Remus push on his hip, he slid down further down, another moan
rising from both of them.

"So hot, Sirius. You're so hot and tight; and you look so beautiful with
your hair down and face flushed." Sirius couldn't help the blush that rose
to his face at Remus' words, his cheeks growing hotter. "You should see
what you look like right now, so beautiful and wanton." Sirius slipped down
another few centimeters; that voice, that cock, were both conspiring to make
him wanton.

Remus gasped again, his voice growing rougher as he slipped his hand from
between their bodies and placed it on Sirius' other hip. "What you should
really see right now is my cock disappearing into your body; like it was
meant to be there, like I was always meant to be inside you."

A broken moan rose from Sirius; that voice seemed directly connected to his
arousal.

"And your cock is so beautiful Sirius, jutting out proudly and leaking from
the tip. But you know what the best part is?" Sirius shook his head, and
Remus answered with a growl. "This," as he lifted his hips and shoved
Sirius' body down by his hips, completely engulfing himself into the tight
heat.

Sirius screamed; drowning out Remus' muffled grunt. His ass ached, the
muscles burned, the cock inside him felt like it was branding his body. And
he could have orgasmed right there from the complicated mix of pleasure and
pain coursing through his body.

Remus' hands steadied him still while the muscles began to slowly relax.
Both of them had resorted to open-mouthed gasping while Sirius relaxed and
Remus' grasped onto his control.

Sirius gave an experimental wiggle on Remus' lap, his hands moving to Remus'
chest to brace himself. He was happily rewarded with another moan.

Remus' eyes blinked back open, gazing into Sirius'. "Slowly, my love, my
pet. Slow," he murmured. The honeyed voice wrapped around Sirius, caressed
him like warm hands roaming over every erogenous zone in his body. He
whimpered, rocking forward and pushing his hips further down in a futile
attempt to bury more of Remus inside him.

Remus pushed his hips up a little, lifting Sirius up, as if to show him that
no, he had every possible inch of Remus inside him. Sirius' head fell back,
eyes shutting tight, his back straightening as he lifted himself up until
the thick tip of Remus' cock was all that was left inside him. A long low
moan greeted him as he quickly rubbed his thumbs across Remus' nipples
before sliding all the way down to the base.

Rolling his head forward, he opened lust filled eyes and smiled down at
Remus whose eyes slowly opened again, and gazed back at him with a mixture
of love, lust, and ownership. He shuddered in Remus' lap again at the look
in those eyes. Who would have thought the shy, quiet boy that he met over 7
years ago would have such a quietly dominating presence?

"I want you to keep your eyes on mine, my pet. I know that if you shut them
you can feel everything more deeply, but I want you here, with me. I want
to see everything you're feeling, want to see the you that you kept hidden
from everyone else."

Another shudder passed uncontrollably through Sirius and his eyes fluttered
shut for a moment. Could he give someone this? Could he give Remus this?
He loved Remus, there was no doubt of that, but he had never fully opened
up to anyone. He chose, instead, to wear a mask that he could hide his pain
behind.

But this was Remus, who he loved, who apparently loved him in return. What
if Remus saw who he truly was and didn't want him after that? What if Remus
saw and thought he was too ugly?

A soft, hot hand cupped his face; Remus' thumb stroking over his cheekbone.
"Open up to me Sirius, let me inside. I won't hate you; I won't turn you
away. I won't run to tell the school about what I see, because I already
love you. I won't hurt you Sirius. I won't let anyone hurt you again."

That sweet voice, Remus' voice, was asking him to believe. Remus was asking
him to believe in something that just wasn't sex. Could he? Remus shifted
underneath him, the thick length still buried inside his body. If Remus
wanted it, wanted him, then he had to.

He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of Remus' wrist, feeling the heat, the
pulse of life beneath his lips for a moment before his eyes fluttered open
again and he gazed into Remus' darkened eyes. Remus offered up a slow smile
his hand gliding effortlessly across Sirius' cheek to wrap in the long
threads of his hair.

"Mine." A single word, etched into his soul by Remus' eyes. Sirius
shuddered, unconsciously shifting his hips. Remus moaned before dragging
Sirius down, lips meeting in a furious, passionate kiss.

Sirius whimpered into the kiss as Remus' tongue swept in, claiming his own
tongue quickly, teasing the wet flesh into action. The hand on his hip
urged him up and down quickly, every thrust raking the edge of Remus'
erection over his prostate. Sirius whimpered and moaned into Remus' mouth
as his own cock was trapped between their bodies.

Faster the hand on his hip urged up, until he was continuously moaning into
Remus' mouth, his hips jerking as his length was massaged between their
bellies. Sirius wasn't going to last long like this, and he was pretty sure
Remus wouldn't be able to either.

Sadly breaking off the kiss, Sirius propped himself up on his hands that had
fallen back to the sides of Remus' chest. He must have moved them sometime
during the kiss he figured as he rested his forehead on Remus'; his
naturally dark eyes gazing into Remus' lust darkened ones. "Please Remus,
please." Sirius almost didn't recognize his own voice, so filled with a mix
of emotions. It seemed right to do this, and so he had to ask.

"Please what?" Sirius moaned as that voice rolled over him just as easily
as the cock within him rolled over his prostate.

"Please, let me... let me..." It seemed so hard to voice that word now,
with Remus inside of him, in him deeper than he allowed most people.

"Who owns you?" The hand on his hip stilled him.

"You do." The words were barely a whimper as Sirius wiggled on Remus' lap,
so close to his completion.

"And who owns this orgasm?" That voice was more like steel now than honey.
Sirius stilled at the look in his lover's eyes, unrelenting in their pursuit
of answers.

"You do." Quiet, almost a whisper, his voice wavered just a bit.

The eyes softened a bit, and Sirius saw the tiny flicker of doubt before
Remus squashed it. "Who loves you?"

"You do." Sure, even in a whisper. Remus pulled his head down again, and
even if Sirius couldn't hear the "yes" that Remus spoke, he could feel it
against his lips. With a moan, he thrust back against Remus, the hand on
his hip guiding him as his erection was ground once more between their
bodies.

Remus' tongue once again found its' way into his mouth, twisting around his
as the pleasure in Sirius' body wound tighter, settling in his groin.
Louder moans rose from him and he gave in willingly to them, the hot length
in him spurring him on until he felt the pleasure spiral out of control.

Whether Remus knew by the clenching of Sirius' muscles around him, or the
catch in Sirius' breath, Sirius didn't know, but he felt the hand on his hip
slowing down, the thrust of Remus' hips slowing until the stroking across
his prostrate was languorous, almost lazy. His orgasm stretched, taunted by
the slow stroking, until he snapped, almost screaming into Remus' mouth.

An answering scream met his, as he felt Remus' cock expand inside him,
followed by wet heat. And that was all he knew, as blackness crowded his
vision.

~*~

He woke up some time later back in his dormitory. The first thing he
noticed was the warm body pressed to his. He turned his head and smiled.
Remus smiled back.

Thank you, he mouthed to Remus.

"I set up a silencing charm. So we don't have to be quiet." Remus grinned
at him. "I cleaned you up and carried you back here after you passed out.
I hope you don't mind."

Sirius shook his head and grinned back.

"Well maybe I used mobilicorpus." The gold flecks in Remus' eyes glinted
while Sirius laughed.

Turning serious suddenly, Remus twirled a strand of Sirius' hair around a
finger. "Do you remember when I first came here? I was so shy, and you
protected me?"

Sirius thought back. Yes, he remembered, all too well. Snape, Malfoy, the
other Slytherins, they had all gone after Remus. A soft growl rose in his
throat. "Yes, I remember."

The corners of Remus' mouth twitched upwards before he settled a soft kiss
onto Sirius' lips. "It's my turn to protect you. Everything that you are
is mine, and everything that I am is yours. The good, the bad, all of it."

Sirius blinked, and gazed up into Remus' eyes. Eyes that held promise, and
love. And hope. He gave his own rueful smile back.

Remus eyes flashed, and he grinned. "Now I believe I promised you some
things in the bathroom..." And before he could realize the change, Remus's
body had covered his. They did everything Remus promised him, and more.


~*~
Finis