Title: Subterfuge
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vyadh (
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Rating: NC-17 - for sexual references, medium level sex scenes, coarse language and ‘adult themes’. :p
Summary: Sirius and Remus are up to something behind James’ back. Secrets, deception and discoveries - it’s all a part of growing up.
Disclaimer: Not surprisingly, nothing to do with the Harry Potter series is mine.
Spoilers: Only PoA, I think.
Warning: Angst with slight overtones of fluff. Watch your step.
Notes: The title came long before the story was really developed (you’d be hard pressed to see the connection to my original idea), so it doesn’t fit as well as I’d intended, but not to worry.
Thanks to
sam_can_do_it for the beta.
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1. Pranksters Inc.James Potter had just grabbed his broom and was heading out of the dormitory for some early morning flying practice when a pair of flannel and blue pyjama trousers suddenly appeared out of thin air and dropped to the ground right in front of him. He stopped short, taking half a step backwards, and eyed them, feeling affronted and more than a little confused.
Strange.Without taking his eyes off the crumpled pile of cloth on the floor, James side-stepped the garment, then turned and backed towards the door. It wasn’t until he placed his hand on the doorknob that he paused with a vague dawning that he’d seen these pyjamas before.
The room would have been as still and silent as death, if not for the sound of steady breathing coming from Peter’s bed. On the other side of the room it was so quiet that Sirius and Remus may as well have ceased to exist. With suspicion beginning to gnaw at him, James walked back and picked up the pyjama trousers to take a closer look. It was only first light and still a little gloomy in their dorm, but this close he realised he did know these pyjamas. They were Remus’.
This was still very odd, but…
Frowning, James looked up at Sirius’ and Remus’ beds again. Neither of them snored, but that silence was palpable and thick - too much so. No, something was up. A stupid prank, most likely. They’d probably gotten up before him just to do this, too. Well, it wouldn’t work this time.
James dropped the pyjamas and moved forward to pull the curtains around Remus’ bed apart slightly - empty. He’d been about to check Sirius’ bed when the curtains moved suddenly, having been kicked in his fitful sleep. James froze. Right, so it was only Remus who was up.
James stopped to think for a moment. If Remus was somewhere in the castle trying to pull a prank on him, then …
the Marauder’s Map! He’d use the map to find out where Remus was and - no, but he couldn’t. Remus would have taken the map with him.
Damn it.Okay then, Moony, do your best, but remember who you’re dealing with.Later, James smiled to himself as he walked onto the Quidditch pitch. He hadn’t come across Remus at all on his way out of the castle. He chuckled quietly.
Not even close.* * *
‘Oh, fu-
ahh!’
Normally, Sirius much preferred to be inside Remus when he came, or to have Remus inside him. But the intimacy of this - he and Remus lying on their sides, facing each other and so, so close - was unbeatable. Remus had looked him square in the eyes the entire time he’d stroked and squeezed, and Sirius had come with such intensity he was left gasping. He was still far too languid to help when Remus started cleaning them up.
‘Mm, that was so good,’ Sirius murmured once Remus was still beside him again. He ran his hands over Remus’ naked body and pulled him close.
Remus smiled - the same serene smile he’d been wearing a lot the past few weeks - and, burying his fingers in Sirius’ hair, kissed him slowly, sucking softly on his lips. Remus would have to get back into his own bed soon; they’d all be getting up in an hour or two. For now, though, Sirius chose not to think of that.
The smile was there still when Remus pulled back and looked at him again. But in an instant it was gone, Remus’ eyes widening exaggeratedly. He sat up abruptly.
‘I’m naked,’ he said with a note of panic.
‘Mm, I know,’ Sirius said, trying to pull Remus back down to him. ‘I like you better that way.’
Sirius was met with a hard stare when Remus turned to look at him. ‘Tell me you know where the bloody hell you spelled my pyjamas off to.’
‘Er…’
‘
Sirius!’
‘What? Just put another pair on. It’s no great loss, surely,’ Sirius said.
‘Don’t you think that will look a bit conspicuous, getting out of bed in a different pair of pyjamas than what I went to sleep in?’
Sirius sat up, put his arms around Remus’ waist and spoke softly into his ear. ‘They won’t notice the difference. Now lie back down with me.’
‘So says you,’ Remus said, laughing despite himself. He pulled away from Sirius and moved out of his bed. ‘No, I have to -- oh, good.’
Sirius laid back down and watched the empty space beyond his partially open curtains where Remus had been. He’d walked out into the room instead of across to his own bed, but Sirius couldn’t hear anything to indicate what he was doing. It was clear only a moment later, however, when Remus appeared standing beside his bed, now wearing his pyjama trousers and tying the drawstring.
‘They were right there on the floor.’ Remus smiled again - a smile that lit up his entire face.
‘See, you worry for nothing,’ Sirius said, reaching out to Remus purely for the contact.
He looks so good when he smiles like that.With his hands still fumbling to tie his drawstring, Remus leaned forward and gave Sirius a brief kiss on the lips. ‘James is up already. Do you think he noticed anything?’
‘Ol’ Prongs? Nah, we’ll be right.’
Sirius started to wonder if he was expected to say something else, the way Remus was just looking at him then. But he’d hardly had time to consider it when Remus, placing a hand on Sirius’ neck, closed his eyes and kissed him deeply. It was probably the most public kiss they’d shared, what with Remus still standing next to his bed, only half concealed by the curtains, and Peter - albeit still asleep and separated by a silencing charm - on the other side of the room.
When Remus ended the kiss and pulled away slowly, Sirius couldn’t help but love the way he sucked on his own lip, as if savouring the taste of him, or the way he hummed softly before opening his eyes and looking into Sirius' own.
With a wry smile, Remus said, ‘Good morning.’
2. Lessons (or something like it)Oh, there has to be an easier way. This is just … not …Falling asleep in class was something Sirius considered a non-factor when he remembered just why he was so tired in the first place. The choice between a good night’s sleep and spending half of it awake with Remus was one he didn’t have to thin
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