Chapter 10 (Switch)

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-------A few days later------

"Prongs!" Sirius bellowed. "You're back! Don't you leave me like this again!" he ran to the door and squeezed James in a tight bear hug.

"I've seen you half an hour ago, Padfoot, what are you talking about?" James said, gasping for air that had been knocked out of his lungs.

"It was horrible! You can't ever leave me like this."

"What happened," James asked his friend who was clinging to him like a drowning puppy.

Sirius shot a death glare at Remus, who rolled his eyes and said: "Oh, fuck off. I just made him do his homework, that's all."

"Aaaaah... poor little Padfoot. That must have been awful. You had to do homework? For herbology, I guess. Tsk tsk tsk... that bad evil Moony made you do something other than shagging? Pure torture." James said in a soft voice as if comforting a crying child while stroking his best friend's hair.

"Uhmm," Sirius nodded with a pained expression.

They were silent for a second, then their lips started twitching, and then they laughed.

Remus pouted and said, "You know, we could have gotten to the shagging afterwards, but I can see you're so delighted to be with Prongs again you'll rather spend the time in his company."

Sirius crossed the room in what seemed like a flash and stood in front of his boyfriend. "I think I might look at the homework after all. You know, I have to think about my education," he said matter-of-factly.

Remus gave him a tired smile. "I would do it for you. I always do, but I don't have the energy and I don't want you to get a detention. Again."

Sirius touched his cheek. "Is it bad? I thought you said this moon wasn't that difficult to endure so far."

"I'm not feeling horrible, just really tired. "

"Oh. Well, rest then," Sirius said quietly and kissed his werewolf lover on the forehead, "I'll take care of it and see you in the evening, alright?"

Remus gave him a small peck on the mouth. "Alright."

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——-Evening-----

Sirius and James were sitting on the common-room floor, drinking butterbeer. Resting after a big dinner and laborious homework, they just talked like they did so often.

It was already dark outside and the November wind was wheezing through the old window above them, though no one was cold - the grand fireplace provided enough warmth for the whole Gryffindor tower.

"Padfoot? Emmm... can I ask you something?" James said running a hand through his unruly hair.

Sirius took a sip of his beer and leaned against the wall behind him so he could sit more comfortably "Sure. What is it?"

"I'm just curious. You liked girls a lot..."

"I like girls a lot," Sirius corrected.

"Ok ok. You like girls a lot. I was wondering where did this whole Moony thing come from. I mean, I thought you were straight."

Sirius looked lost in thought for a minute, tapping his fingers on his beer bottle, then he replied, "I don't really know myself, to be honest. It's not like I've been thinking about boys in that way. I felt more like- hey, he has nice shoulders, I wish I could have them. Do you know what I mean?"

James thought about it for a moment, then nodded.

Sirius continued, "I've also never had a problem with touching another bloke, unlike others. The thought of hugging him or even kissing him felt natural to me. And I liked Moony very much. I think I've just never considered anything like this between us, and maybe it's better that way because I don't think I could hold myself back from hitting on him. Can you imagine?" he laughed shortly, "poor Moony."

James laughed too at that thought "Yeah. You would have terrified him... But... you didn't seem to get confused when it happened. You just went on with it and you two started dating."

Sirius shook his head and smiled, "I don't see it as something to be confused with. I did think about it a lot at nights, but I was more curious than scared. And it explained a lot of my feelings and ummm... dreams."

James nodded again, "I see. You took the opportunity."

They gave each other an understanding smile and finished their drinks.

"You really like him." It was a statement, not a question.

Sirius grinned, "I do."

James sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I really like Lily. I mean really really, but she's so cold to me all the time... Sirius," he hesitated, "Do you... think I'm unfuckable?"

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "James... you are good-looking and smart. I would never call you unfuckable. Although sometimes you're a bit of an ass to be totally honest."

"What am I doing wrong then?" It was the first time James had that conversation with Sirius. He had always been too proud to ask him for advice. Until that day.

Sirius smiled at him, "Well, maybe take it down a notch and be more on her level. Don't try to catch her attention by yelling at her: Hey Evans, come here and suck my dick, please!" Sirius said, imitating his friend's voice.

James looked like he wanted to say something bitter, but Sirius continued, "And don't call her Evans. Call her Lily. She's a nice girl who needs a nice lad, not some regular bird you stumbled upon on the street. For fuck's sakes, Prongs, you are not that kind of bloke you act like when you're around her. Be like this. Like when you're with us... like when you let me stay for the summer break and..." Sirius stopped talking. James was the most understanding person when he had no one else to talk to. And he helped him more than anyone to get out of his nightmare.

James looked at him incredulously, "So... you are telling me to be myself? Really?"

"Essentially. Look, there she goes," Sirius said pointing his finger at the back of the Fat Lady portrait.

Lily Evans emerged from the portrait opening with an armful of heavy books. She walked past the fireplace and turned to the stairs leading to girls' dormitories.

Sirius elbowed James in the ribs.

"Lily!" James called softly.

She stopped. When she turned around, she looked gobsmacked.

"You look really good today," he smiled.

Lily stared at him for a moment, then she said a polite, "Ummm... thank you, James," and left.

Sirius started giggling, "See? You don't call her Evans, she doesn't call you Potter. Easy."

James slapped his forehead and groaned, "Bloody fucking hell! Why didn't I ask you sooner?"

Sirius shrugged and, with an amused smile, stood up. "Well, I'm off to the shower. I have a boyfriend to take care of," he said in a mocking tone.

James shot him an irritated look and rolled his eyes.

The long-haired boy left for the stairs with a huge smile on his face, leaving his lovesick friend to his thoughts.

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----- 30 minutes later-----

Remus was sitting on his bed, rubbing his temples. It had been an exhausting day. He took his shoes off and lay down, pulling the curtains shut around his four-poster bed, just to get a few minutes of darkness and silence.

It felt so good to finally stretch out his limbs and take a deep breath, feeling all his muscles relax after hours of walking around the castle.

Even his mind was wandering away. As he closed his eyes, he imagined dark silky hair, the smooth skin, the scent of leather, sugar, and tobacco, the deep soothing voice- like a waterfall... Sirius. Remus could feel his touch and the warmth of him spreading through his torso...

It was too realistic to be a dream, he realised. His eyes opened and he saw his boyfriend lying next to him, caressing his chest in gentle circles.

Remus smiled and reached out for him.

Sirius closed his eyes when warm fingers touched his cheek and dived into his damp hair. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Just tired," Remus replied and yawned, "better when you're here." He pulled the boy closer to his face, rubbing his cheek against the soft hair. His hand trailed down but found no clothes, just smooth skin.

"Padfoot? Why are you naked?" Remus asked, sensing trouble. Sirius is always trouble. As he looked down, he could see a beautiful pale body, long limbs and a patch of dark hair surrounding the semi-hard member of his lover. Once again, he thought of the statue of David. Perfect lines, perfect sight.

Sirius blinked and bit his lip, "Moony... I've been heaving this thought... umm... do you want to be my top tonight?" he asked.

Remus thought it sounded shy, but when was Sirius shy? "What? But I thought you said you need to be a good bottom to be a good top."

"Yeah. And?"

"We've done that only once, Padfoot."

"Well, that's enough. I'm pretty sure you remember that day quite vividly," Sirius smirked and licked the other boy's ear.

Remus flinched away from the wet lingering tongue and rubbed his face self-consciously. "No... I wouldn't know what to do and... and... it's a full moon tomorrow," he said nervously. The smell of the aroused boy next to him was driving him crazy.

"You always say that," complained Sirius.

"I don't know if you've noticed after 6 years of living in the same room with me, but I get especially unpredictable the closer I am to my transformations. And I get pretty randy too," Remus said, irritated.

"So what?"

"So what?!! What if I hurt you or something? What if I did something stupid I would regret later?" Remus turned his head away so he'd be less tempted to devour the nude animagus who stared at him with unwavering intensity. He suddenly felt very hot.

"Am I something you regret?" Sirius asked quietly after a long pause.

Remus's head whipped around to look at him. "No! That's not what I meant."

The dark-haired boy placed his hand on Remus's flushed cheek and ran his thumb across the heated skin. He swung his bare leg around his lover and pressed himself onto the anxious werewolf. "Then what's the problem? And please don't tell me that you are a monster who will tear me to shreds. You fold your socks, Moony. Do forgive me if I don't shit my pants at the sight of you," he said, kissing the red cheek before him. Oh, how he loved that blush.

"But..."

"As for the sex part," Sirius interrupted, "I like it rough." He slowly licked his face from chin to forehead, and Remus gave in.

No one could resist that body, still slightly wet from the shower. They kissed passionately and the werewolf's hand slid down Sirius's back, down to his arse. How round it was, how firm and bouncy at the same time. It was the most exquisite arse on the planet and Remus moaned with joy that he could hold all that beauty in his arms. He allowed Sirius to climb atop of him and his hand delved between the pale cheeks. They both groaned. Sirius at the sensation of the tentative fingers, Remus at the slick wetness he felt there. Sirius must have had a good time in the shower before he came here- he thought. He dipped his finger inside and felt the warmth and looseness that sent a new wave of arousal through his body.

"Mmm... Moony... I so ready for you..." Sirius moaned.

"I can see you've prepared thoroughly," Remus teased breathlessly.

"Yes," and he rocked back at the fingers to get more of them inside.

"Good boy," Remus praised. It felt quite empowering to be fully clothed while his lover was completely starkers, hard and panting softly under his ministrations.

Sirius seemed to be pleased with the simple words and kissed along Remus's jaw, neck and shoulder, perhaps to show him how much of a good boy he could be. He was now dry-humping the body beneath him, getting Remus's trousers wet with pre-cum, and Remus lost himself in all the sensations. When Sirius looked up at him, he could see that his eyes seemed darker, richer in colour than before, and his movements were smoother.  "Moony?" he whispered, staring at him. The dark, feral look was quite scary.

Remus wrapped his arms around him and rolled them to the side. They almost fell over the edge of the bed.

Sirius wanted to say something, but he was being flipped on his stomach before he could open his mouth. Remus's hand pressed at the base of Sirius's neck and pushed his face into the pillow. The other hand lifted his hips so his bottom was up in the air, whilst his knees were supporting most of his weight. Sirius thought he must look like a dog who wants to play, with his chest and face on the mattress, and arse pushed up. He was sure it looked ridiculous, but the strong hand on his neck made him feel sexy and desired. He wanted to turn his head to glance at Remus but the hand squeezed his neck tighter and pressed harder.

"Stay like that," Remus ordered, and Sirius could almost hear the wolf's snarl in the low demanding voice.

Remus's hands disappeared, but Sirius didn't dare to move. Goosebumps covered his whole back and his thighs felt tingly. After a moment of silence, a wet warm tongue licked his hole and swirled around. He gasped at the delicious feeling but held still.

"Yesss... Moony, please more," he whined.

The tongue wriggled a little more before pulling away. He whimpered at the loss, but three slick fingers quickly dipped into him. It took only a few seconds before they were gone too. Another wave of goosebumps rose on Sirius's back when he heard the sound of a buckle, button, and a zipper. With anticipation, he shifted his knees wider to give Remus more space when he felt a sharp slap on his right buttock.

"I said stay still," a low voice scolded him.

The blunt tip of Remus's hard cock pressed against his entrance and slowly pushed inside, opening him, filling him. He let out a low moan and grabbed the sheets beneath him.

Remus felt the most wonderful warmth and tightness as he entered his boyfriend. He was so soft, so delicious, and the sweet little noises he was making were so endearing. He couldn't think very clearly, as if something much more primal was telling him to lay a claim on his mate.

He made a few thrusts and the body beneath him took them eagerly. He bent over, to burry his hands into the soft black hair at the back of Sirius's head to hold him down securely. It felt so good to have full control over him and to be rewarded with so much trust and obedience. His hips started moving again and sparks of pleasure and raw desire flooded his brain.

Sirius almost died. That position, that angle, was perfect. Every time Remus moved, his cock grazed Sirius's sweet spot. Every. Single. Time. With the arms pressing him down to the mattress, being so exposed and vulnerable, he couldn't do anything but squeal helplessly into the pillow. It felt so good, he gave himself completely to his lover and let him fuck him senseless.

Remus was out of his mind. His moves became almost violent and his fingers dug into the soft skin on Sirius's nape. His head felt hazy and all his eyes could see was his mate. He was drunk with the heavenly scent of him and his arousal. My mate. Mine. My mate. He paced up, the bed was shaking, and Sirius was screaming at the top of his lungs.

The black-haired boy couldn't feel his legs anymore, all he was focused on was the intense pleasure his Moony was giving him. His stomach tightened and the climax hit him, sending thick cum out of his throbbing member, which remained untouched throughout the whole act. The cry seemed to get stuck in his throat for a second, then it rushed through him in a high-pitched whine, but he couldn't feel embarrassed. That's how good it was.

Remus felt the rhythmic clenches around his cock. My mate is happy. My mate is feeling good. He let go of Sirius's hair and lifted him up by the shoulders, so the dizzy animagus was in a kneeling position, with his back pressed to Remus, who was now thrusting quickly but shallowly into him to get to his own climax. He thought it would be better to stop and give his lover a break, but the urge to cum inside him, to claim him, was stronger. As the pleasure intensified, all his will crumbled. He sunk his teeth into the soft skin in the crook of Sirius's shoulder and emptied himself into the warm cavity that enveloped his cock so snugly.

Sirius felt the bite but didn't react. He was too comfortable to move and his limbs felt like jelly. All he could do was lean onto Remus and enjoy the ride. He felt safe and loved.

The boys collapsed onto the bed.

Seeing stars, Remus slipped out of Sirius and rolled onto his side, panting heavily.

Sirius did the same, facing him.

They were taking deep breaths, Sirius was trembling and drooling a little bit, completely satiated. His spent cock was hanging limply over his thigh, getting the mattress wet with the last drops of his essence, not to mention the small drizzle of Remus's cum, that escaped on the other side. His hair was messy and cheeks juicy red.

Remus's face was glistening with little droplets of sweat and his honey-brown hair was sticking to his forehead. He unbuttoned his shirt to cool himself down and tucked his softening cock back into his underpants.

They gave each other an exhausted smile and Sirius snuggled against Remus's chest.

"Are you hurt, Sirius?"

"No. Merlin... that was something. Moony, you were... bloody fuck," Sirius said, out of breath, absently running his fingers across his mate's chest.

Remus smiled, "Really? Wasn't I a tad harsh? I got carried away. I think I was only half-conscious."

"Yeah. You were quite scary, but the sex was amazing. I loved it. You made me cum hands-free, that was my first for sure," said Sirius who squirmed happily in Remus's arms and kissed his jaw, "It was very different, though. I'm used to being the one in control. I'm a bit of a power bottom, but what you did there really got me. It felt so... freeing."

"Yeah. You definitely like being the one in charge. I still remember that time when you made me hump your leg and called me a mutt."

They both chuckled.

"I remember that too."

Remus yawned, and his heavy eyelids closed over his tired eyes. Their intense love-making drained him from the last precious drops of energy. The reality was slowly fading to the background. He bid his lover good night and held him tight in his arms. He heard Sirius whisper a matter-cleaning charm and felt him pull a blanket over them.

"Sleep well, my sweet Moony."

And he fell asleep.

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Author's note:

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