LONG: Just Desserts (Remus/Sirius)
Title: Just Desserts
Author: anniesj
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 5094
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Um, femslash. Yeah, you read that right. In which I emasculate Remus and Sirius for the enjoyment of, well, me. :)
Notes: Written for the October wave of the pornish_pixies fantasy challenge. ociwen requested: RL/SB, femmeslash, during schoolyears, maybe doused with a potion from Snape? No previous relationship save frienship. I went from there. :) HUGE, HUGE thanks to circe_tigana for totally being my smut barometer while I was writing this, and for giving an excellent and supportive beta afterwards. Because dude, this is so my sekkrit kink, and I pretty much went all out on it. Also, ignited? Hope you like this. :)
Just Desserts
By: anniesj
*****
"Things are getting pretty desperate
When all the boys can't be men"
--Tori Amos, "Raspberry Swirl"
*****
Sirius is full of bad ideas, a disaster just waiting to happen, and yet it has always been impossible for Remus to resist him.
He's tried many times over the years, sometimes with shouting and the occasional threat of violence, but he always caves in the end. It's something about those blue-gray eyes, the way he can make his chin wobble like he might just curl up and die if Remus doesn't give him his way. It's just the way of the world: Sirius begs; Remus gives in.
Especially when Sirius comes with chocolate.
Dozens of little foil-wrapped truffles drizzled with mocha icings, powdered with cinnamon and vanilla. When Remus dips his head down and takes a whiff, he can smell the mysteries of their insides. Raspberry, coconut, honey, pumpkin. Sweets so sumptuous they could rot out your teeth just from breathing them in.
Remus narrows his eyes at Sirius, instantly suspicious. "What do you want?"
Sirius's grin is even more intoxicating than the confectionary masterpiece in his lap. "Oh, come on, Moony, it's not always like that" he says, even though it really is. "Just so happens that I came across these lovelies and thought of you immediately, you little chocolate whore."
There's even a mint-flavored one; Remus can smell it briskly whipping against his nostrils. He tries to shake his head out of chocolate-induced splendor and scowls. "I know you; these look expensive and foreign, Muggle-brand chocolate. What did you do now?"
Sirius's smirk is downright criminal. "Found them resting on James's pillow just a few minutes ago. Can you believe it? They're from Lily."
Now that surprises Remus. "From Lily? You're joking. James said after he asked her out yesterday, she poured hot tea all over his pants and called him a chauvinist pig. Which isn't really surprising, seeing how James asked if he could burn her bra."
Sirius snickers. "She's an inexplicable bird, isn't she? Anyway, see? We're doing her a favor. Prongs certainly doesn't deserve fine Belgian chocolates after he mucked that one up so badly, don't you think? Got to protect her from the likes of Potter and his deviant, prattish ways."
The caramel drizzled atop one of the truffles is glistening under the fine lamplight, almost as gold and enticing as the splay of Sirius's fingers across the red velvet box. Remus licks his lips and feels his fingers twitch. "Well, you maybe have a point," he murmurs, resistance crumbling. "I mean, James really was terribly cruel to her ..."
The grin on Sirius's face widens fractionally, and Remus feels the telltale shudder in his ribcage that signals the oncoming surrender. He's not sure whom he hates more at the moment: himself or Sirius. "Precisely," Sirius says smoothly. "And anyone who has such fine taste in chocolate deserves much, much better than our lousy oaf of a mate, don't you think?"
Sirius's fingertips are dancing over the truffles, caressing each candy lovingly until he plucks one gem from the bunch. His wrist twists in a flourish as he brings the chocolate to his mouth, and Remus watches helplessly as Sirius's lips caress the surface of the candy. When Sirius's sharp white teeth sink into the thick chocolate shell with a crack, Sirius moans ecstatically and Remus feels all the blood rush to his face.
Those wicked, devilish eyes are about twenty different shades of gray. "Mmm, Moony," Sirius murmurs, his eyes flashing wickedly. "You've simply got to try this."
Utterly destroyed, Remus swears under his breath and digs in.
The first taste is exquisite. It's an explosion of flavor on the tip of his tongue, coating his mouth in a burst of rich, redolent raspberry, so sumptuous that it absolutely consumes him, a wave of fire and chocolate that courses through him so completely that he feels like it's going to swallow him whole. It's so good it makes his skin tingle, makes his blood surge and his cock jump, an utterly erotic experience that leaves him feeling faint and short of breath.
Eyes wide, Remus swallows and then hungrily licks the chocolate off his fingers. "Oh my God, where on earth did Lily get these?" he wonders aloud before picking out another one. "It's ... it's like nothing I've ever tasted before."
Hungrily, Sirius's fingers flicker through the chocolates until he plucks a white chocolate truffle from the back. "I've got no idea, but I'm going to find out," Sirius says eagerly, and then another scrumptious-sounding noise rumbles in his chest and makes Remus feel warm all the way down to his toes. "Holy hell, these are good."
"Better than anything Honeydukes ever has, that's for sure," Remus agrees, biting down on another chocolate. Orange this time, real orange, not that odd-tasting factory stuff. These are genuine, the kind that have sunlight soaked into their skins, and as it works its way down Remus's throat, he feels strangely light-headed, his heartbeat quickening. "And it's not so much how they taste ..."
"It's how they feel," Sirius finishes, his voice throaty, and Remus shivers a bit, bites down on the mint concoction he was eyeing earlier and shivers even more.
It's somewhere around the seventh chocolate that Remus starts feeling rather ... weird. His skin keeps prickling like it's being shocked with little, sighing jolts of electricity. Everything feels extraordinarily sensitive, from the sweep of his hair (soft, softer than usual, and why does it keep falling in his damn eyes that way?) to the coarse scrub of his wool jumper across his chest. Awkwardly, Remus shifts, feels his nipples harden against the scratchy fibers, and the sensation makes him feel tight in some places and loose in others.
"Er, Sirius?" Remus asks, his voice cracking on the last syllable. "Are you feeling kind of ... funny?"
Across from him, Sirius frowns as he licks the cherry juices off his thumb. Impossible, but Remus could swear that the white cuffs of Sirius's dress shirt hang a little slackly around his friend's forearms. "Well, now that you mention it," Sirius says. His voice sounds breathy, like it's caught in something, and he clears his throat, tugs at his necktie. "Hey, um, Remus, is it getting kind of hot in here, or is it just me?"
Remus doesn't know. He doesn't know why his heart keeps beating so fast, why it's so hard to breathe all of a sudden, why all he can taste is Lily's fucking chocolate or why there's suddenly room to spare in his worn-out old socks. And he certainly doesn't know why the buttons on Sirius's shirt are suddenly straining across his chest, and he hopes to God Sirius doesn't ask him any questions about that. The woolly jumper scrapes mercilessly across his skin and Remus hisses in a breath, reaches his hand up to scratch at the material and encounters--
Oh my God.
What happens next is something of a blur, a hot smudge of steam that sweeps across his skin like a wildfire and burns him so deep that when it passes, Remus can't help but gasp. The sound pierces the sudden silence of the room in a reedy, hoarse pitch that is entirely unfamiliar to his ears. Surprised, Remus opens his eyes and blinks.
There's a girl sitting across from him. A pretty dark-haired girl with a curvy figure swimming in a boy's white dress shirt, a dollop of dark chocolate on the tip of her extraordinarily lovely nose. As she leans closer to Remus, her rainstorm eyes widen in horror. "Moony?" she whispers.
It's like a jolt to his system, and Remus's jaw drops as realization dawns on him. "Padfoot?"
The next logical conclusion hits them both at the same time, and when Remus looks down at himself ...
My hands my feet my legs my body and oh my God what the HELL ARE THOSE--
That's when the screaming begins.
*****
If Remus just closes his eyes, he can pretend that none of this is happening. He can pretend he's someone else, someone who has a much better life, boring and stable, easy and carefree, like a librarian, or a bank teller. Somewhere where there's no such thing as magic or Marauders, some wonderful place where he's someone who has much better luck.
And then Remus opens his eyes and sees his breasts, and it all goes downhill from there.
"YOU BLOODY BITCH!"
Sirius is screaming his ass off in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, except it's not Sirius. It's some dangerously good-looking girl dressed in Sirius's messy school uniform, her dark hair flying artfully around her rage-rosy face as she spews Sirius's obscenities from her pretty lips. "I'm going to kill you!" this Sirius-shaped siren roars, uselessly slashing her hands in the air as James struggles to hold her back. "I'm going to rip your throat out and stab you with spoons! RUSTY SPOONS!"
"Oh, for the love of God, Sirius, it's only temporary," Lily snaps, her hands posed defensively on her hips as she glares at the struggling ball of fists and fury wriggling in James's arms. "It'll wear off in a couple of days."
"IN A COUPLE OF DAYS?!"
Remus groans and covers his face in his hands. On second thought, this has to be real, because only Sirius would ever think of rusty spoons as punishment. Well, there's that and there's the hungry way that Peter keeps staring at Remus's breasts. Self-consciously, Remus crosses his arms tighter over his chest and glares in Peter's direction until the boy turns red and shifts his gaze away.
As Sirius screams and lunges again for Lily, a button pops off his shirt and reveals the sudden, striking shadow of his cleavage. It suddenly occurs to Remus that Sirius is actually very stunning as a girl. It shouldn't surprise him, since Sirius was very stunning as a boy (a fact that gave Remus numerous agonizing issues regarding his own sexuality), but Remus has no defenses against this curvy new Sirius, with all that white-gold skin and those dark curls ...
Something warm and slow coils in a place just a little bit deeper than Remus's belly, making his thighs tingle. Flushing pink, Remus averts his eyes and wishes desperately for James's Invisibility Cloak.
"You're going to pay for this!" Sirius snarls, his (her? oh, this is going to give Remus a dreadful headache) face screwed up with indignant rage. "I swear to you, I'm not going to be happy until I've got my COCK in my PANTS and your HEAD on a SPEAR, because THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"Hey, you never know, it could be fine," James says encouragingly. "I mean, you both make really fine birds and all." His voice suddenly drops, and a smile crawls across his face. "Mmm, really fine birds ..."
One of James's hands drops down and covers Sirius's left breast as Sirius howls miserably and swats at his head. "Get off, you bastard, get off!"
Scowling, Lily steps forward and shakes her head in disappointment at James. "See, this is what I was talking about, this is why I made the damn chocolate to begin with. James Potter, you wouldn't have the slightest inclination how to treat a lady, with those horrible hands of yours, and furthermore--"
"Oh, will all of you just shut up?" Remus hisses.
There's a certain advantage to always being the even-tempered one of the group: whenever he actually does lose it, people pay attention. Remus hadn't said a word since the chaos erupted. Silence was much easier than listening to the strange cadence of his new, female voice, and the sound of it now only serves to drive his current condition home. Still, he's a girl. A bloody girl, with breasts and curves and soft, wet things and this is really very terrible, and dammit, there's only so much a man can take.
Or woman.
Fuck.
Gritting his teeth, Remus covers his eyes with his hands and tries to stop his head from pounding. "So, let me get this straight," he says, despising the wobble in his tone. "Lily, in a brilliant effort to exact revenge upon James for essentially being James, gives him a box of chocolates containing a very complicated Genderroneous potion, the effects of which should wear off when, exactly?"
Lily swallows and has the decency to look sheepish. "Er, a week, maybe? Tops?"
"A FUCKING WEEK?!?" Sirius explodes. "But you just said--"
Sharply, Remus glares at him and cuts him into immediate silence. James arches an eyebrow at him, impressed. "A week," Remus spits. "Brilliant. And there's nothing we can do to combat the effects of the Potion, nothing to maybe, oh, I don't know, make us stop being bloody girls?"
The look on Lily's face is quickly shifting from chagrin to genuine remorse. It kind of makes Remus wonder just how pitiful a girl he really makes. "Oh, Remus, I really am sorry that this happened to you."
Remus bares his teeth at her and growls. She wisely backs away.
"Hey, what about ME?" Sirius shouts, stamping his foot in a way that's really far more adorable than it should be. "Where's my apology? 'Oh, so sorry, Sirius, I never meant to give you TITS!'"
Sourly, Lily tosses her head indignantly in Sirius's direction. "I'm not apologizing to you. You probably deserve this just as much as Potter does. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from living in a girl's shoes for a few days, hmm?"
Unsurprisingly, this does not sit well with Sirius.
Another shrill roar rips through the room as he lunges for Lily again, stumbling over the cuffs of his too-long dress pants and allowing James another good handful of Sirius-breast in the process. Sirius screams in outrage and starts punching James relentlessly in the face while Lily alternates between railing at them both. In the middle of the chaos, Peter's hand starts tiptoeing across the sofa towards Remus's thigh, and Remus is just about to reach over and start throttling him when all of a sudden--
"WHAT IN THE HOLY NAME OF MERLIN IS GOING ON IN HERE?!?"
The room falls silent as Professor McGonagall climbs through the portrait, her gray hair messy and full of stray hairpins. She's clutching at a dark violet robe and glaring daggers at all of them. "It is after midnight on a Wednesday night!" she hisses. "What in the blazes is wrong with you children? And who are these two, and what on earth is one of them doing in a boy's Gryffindor uniform?" Her glares turn heavy and sharp on James. "I've warned you before, Potter, about sneaking in girls from Hogsmeade ..."
Lily makes a disdainful noise in her throat and James flushes redder than Sirius. "These aren't mine!" he says, hastily removing his hand from Sirius's breast. "They're Sirius and Remus!"
For a moment, McGonagall is speechless, her eyes flying back and forth between the two of them. It's a rather rare event, and Remus feels slightly honored that he's actually there to bear witness to it.
At least, until she starts laughing.
*****
Two hours later and both boys (girls? oh, sod this) are standing in the middle of the quarantine ward of the hospital wing, staring with horror at the open box resting on the bed. "You know," Remus says, his voice trembling with horror, "I'm no stranger to indignity. But this ..." He plucks a pair of flimsy-looking pink cotton knickers from the box. "Well, this is just too much."
He supposes that he should be grateful that McGonagall sent them into quarantine rather than throwing them into the lion's den that is the Gryffindor boys' dormitory.
When Sirius pulls out a lavender satin brassiere from the lost-and-found box, he howls and throws it across the room. "Bugger this!" he spits and sits down heavily on the edge of the bed. "I can't believe it. We're stuck as girls for the next week until this damn potion wears off, and all Lily gets is a week full of detentions. And by the way, this is McGonagall's great solution? Lock us up in quarantine 'til our tits fall off while she dresses us up for her own sadistic, perverted sexual amusement?"
"Well, other than the last part, yes," Remus says dryly, wrinkling his nose at the selection of sweaters and trousers. Must everything in here be some sort of shade of pastel?
Sirius huffs at that. "Well, that's ... that's just ..."
There's something dangerously breakable behind Sirius's stammered words, a sudden vulnerability that instantly grabs at Remus's heart and twists hard. He turns his attention away from the box of horrors and sees Sirius almost shaking on the edge of the bed. He's hiding a little behind his hair, something so utterly Sirius-like that the twisting sensation in his chest only intensifies until Remus feels like he can't breathe.
"This is horrible," Sirius moans, looking down miserably at his altered body. "I don't want to be a girl. I don't deserve this, and neither do you, and everyone keeps laughing at us and I don't know whether I want to rip someone's head off or lock myself in a closet and start crying, and it's horrible, Moony, it's horrible!"
Remus honestly doesn't know what to do. There are tears welling up in Sirius's eyes, and the very sight of them makes Remus's throat tighten ominously. Hastily, he shakes his head, puts a reassuring hand on Sirius's slender back. "It's hormones, Padfoot, that's all. Everything feels kind of ... funny."
Very funny, especially when Sirius sniffles a bit and scoots closer to Remus, his breast brushing Remus's arm in the process. Heat flares in unusual places, makes his thighs tingle and his chest feel tight. "Everything feels wretched," Sirius spits.
With one last dramatic sigh, Sirius rests his cheek against Remus's shoulder. Remus immediately stiffens. Silky wisps of Sirius's hair are drifting just under his nose, and it's the oddest thing, but Sirius smells almost exactly the same as he did before, only a little ... sweeter. Like all the musk and sweat and crushed autumn leaves have been caramelized somehow. He swallows hard, shifts awkwardly as he feels Sirius's hand sweep along his thigh ...
Suddenly, Sirius mutters a curse and jumps to his feet, his cheeks flushed and his jaw tense with sudden anger. Remus blinks at him, feeling slightly dazed and more than just a little confused. "What is it?"
"Nothing," Sirius snarls, shifting from one leg to another. "I just ... fuck. I have to pee."
And with that, Sirius runs into the bathroom and locks the door behind him.
It's odd, being alone with himself for the first time since all this happened. With Sirius around to create wholesome chaos, Remus has been able to mostly distract himself from the changes in his body. Now, he feels even more attuned to the subtle differences between being a man and being a woman. He's shorter and his center of gravity has been skewered, thrown out of whack. Remus stumbles over the cuffs of his trousers as he reluctantly makes his way back over to the lost-and-found box.
After a moment of glowering at knickers and bras (there are some adventures he's just not willing to take yet), Remus finally pulls out a faded yellow tee-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. His trousers slide off with ease, but when it comes to actually pulling off his jumper, Remus hesitates. All practicality aside, he's not quite sure he's ready to see this. There'll be no denying it after he's seen himself in the flesh. This will make it real.
But Remus has seen blood and claws and moonlight and hell, and by God, he's not going to let a pair of tits defeat him. Not even if they're his own.
Remus firms his grip, staunches his jaw, and takes off the jumper. Disappointingly, the sight of his own breasts does not instantly kill him. Instead, it's almost ... fascinating. Remus stares down at his chest, his eyes traveling over the newly-made curves and old scars, taking in the swollen nipples and broader areolas. His skin prickles under the scrutiny of his own gaze, and as Remus follows the arc of an old scar around to his side, he turns a bit and suddenly finds himself trapped in the full-length mirror hanging from the closet door.
The girl in the reflection is overly tall and hopelessly slender. Her lashes are long and make her eyes look kind of sad and dreamy, and it's easy to overlook the longish nose when her mouth is soft and wistful. Autumn-colored hair haloes around her face and falls into her eyes. Her naked breasts aren't big, but they're full, and the mocha-cinnamon nipples atop them are stiff and dark. She isn't as strikingly beautiful as Sirius, but she's far from ugly.
And she's Remus Lupin.
Captivated, Remus stares at his feminine reflection. He can hardly believe that this body is really his own, so he lifts his hand, flexes the smaller fingers and watches the girl in the mirror do the same. He takes a step forward, clears his throat; so does she. Remus laughs a little nervously and then flushes pink when the ripe flesh in the mirror trembles in terribly alluring ways. Embarrassed, his hands fly up to cover himself and--
Oh.
His breasts are soft and hot in his hands, and Remus hisses in a shaky breath, his heartbeat doubling while something warm and damp unfurls between his thighs. His mouth goes dry and there's an indescribable ache tugging at his blood. The girl in the mirror whimpers and Remus shuts his eyes tightly against his own reflection.
His brain is panicking, begging him to throw on his clothes before something very bad happens. This is wrong. This is weird. However, his body doesn't seem to want to comply. Not when the surface of his skin is so smooth beneath his fingertips, and if Remus lets his fingers wander, he can feel the tender network of scars prickling and burning beneath his touch. His fingers tremble around the rough edges of the areole and when they brush the hard knot of his nipple, there's a sudden bolt of fire that rips through him and--
"Oh my God."
Startled, Remus's eyes fly open and find Sirius in the mirror behind him. His lips are parted and his breathing is quick, his breasts rising and falling swiftly under the thin white linen of his dress shirt. One of Sirius's hands is anxiously kneading his thigh, dangerously close to the loose crotch of his black cotton boxers.
After a moment of lust-addled disorientation (good God, but how does Sirius do this to him no matter what fucking gender he is?), Remus recovers enough to make a desperate grab for the tee shirt. "I'm sorry," Remus says, his voice pitchy and shrill. "Really, really sorry. I don't know what came over me, so just pretend you never saw it, just--"
"Don't."
The intensity of Sirius's voice makes Remus freeze, his hands tangled up in the shirt. Mutely, he watches as Sirius slowly walks across the room until he's standing right behind Remus, staring at their reflection. "Jesus, Moony," he mutters, and Remus's naked breasts burn under the heat of his gaze, "look at you ..."
But Remus can't look at himself, not when Sirius is there. It's always been that way; Sirius walks into a room and the rest of the world just dims. Even now, even curvy and rose-cheeked and female, Remus can't take his eyes off him. Can't stop staring at the bow of his lips (fuller now, maybe even more kissable than before), at the shimmer of sweat on his skin (softer-looking, silkier), and the lush dip of his cleavage exposed by that fucking missing button. Oh, something very bad is about to happen.
I told you so, a mean part of his brain whispers.
"You know," Sirius murmurs, cocking his head to the side as he steps closer, "we're going to be stuck like this for a week and all. Locked up in quarantine together. Just the two of us. You and me."
The first touch of Sirius's palm against his belly makes Remus gasp, his stomach contracting under the intense flare of heat that snaps like a firecracker. When Sirius closes the distance between them and presses himself to Remus's back, he can feel the softness of his breasts through the linen shirt. "Oh, no," Remus whispers while he still can. "This is so wrong and ... fuck, Padfoot, oh God ..."
Sirius's hand snakes down Remus's belly until his fingers are stroking at the incredibly sensitive juncture of his thigh and pelvis, dipping downward and lacing little threads of fire all throughout Remus's body. "Come on, Remus," he purrs. "Got to make the most of a bad situation, right? Turn lemons into lemonade and all that rot. Besides, don't you want it?"
Fuck, yes, he wants it. He doesn't even know what he wants, but he wants it. That insistent throbbing between his legs is growing stronger by the second. Still, Remus shakes his head, tries one last time to save himself. "You're going to regret this in the morning," he whispers.
The sudden warmth of Sirius's laugh puffs against his ear. "Oh, Moony," he sighs. "I could never regret you. Promise."
And with that, Remus turns in Sirius's arms to kiss him, and surrender has never tasted so sweet.
Sweet like chocolate, like caramel and mint and all those bloody truffles that got them into this mess in the first place, ripe and warm on Sirius's soft mouth. Resigning himself to his fate, Remus sucks at Sirius's tongue, nips at his lower lip while Sirius makes the most delicious whimper-moan noises. One of Sirius's hands reaches up and wraps around Remus's breast, kneading it slowly. Remus gasps, arches helplessly into the palm of his hand.
"Oh, Merlin," Sirius moans, staring down at Remus's breasts. "Your nipples, Moony, they're so hard ..."
Yes, Jesus, so hard and so sensitive, and when the delicate webbing between Sirius's thumb and forefinger caresses one of those stiff buds, Remus feels a part of his brain short-circuit and fizz out. He has to have more, and he reaches out and cups one of Sirius's breasts in his hands, rolling it in the ball of his palm. Gasping, Sirius shakes under his touch, and Remus rubs a thumb across Sirius's hard nipple through the material of his shirt. "Take it off," Sirius whispers. "Fuck, Remus, take it off, I can't stand it."
The remaining buttons barely resist as Remus yanks them open, his hands shaking clumsily until the shirt is gone. For a moment, Remus can only stare at the curves of Sirius's naked breasts, bigger than his own, the nipples larger and darker and so fucking hard. "Oh, God," Remus gasps, and Sirius gasps with him when Remus steps forward and crushes his breasts to Sirius's own and if this is what insanity is like, then maybe going crazy isn't such a bad thing after all.
When Sirius grinds the heat of his new sex against Remus's pelvis, it drives him even more mad, makes Remus thrash and shiver and feel horribly overwhelmed. "Want to touch you," Sirius whispers between licking and suckling at Remus's neck. "Want you so bad that it fucking burns."
"Yes," Remus hisses, because he knows. It's burning for him, too, smoldering in dark places, and when Sirius's thigh slips between his legs, Remus groans and presses down, rubbing himself shamelessly against his smooth skin.
Sirius moans, his legs almost buckling. "Bed," he gasps. "Bed right now."
They tumble onto the mattress, hands reaching and grabbing for each other until Remus feels Sirius's hand disappear beneath the waistband of Remus's boxers and encounter warm, wet flesh that twitches and shudders at the brush of his fingers. Remus feels new muscles contract sharply at the way Sirius strokes at the oh-so-tender outer lips. "Jesus, Moony, you're so wet. So fucking wet, it's killing me, touch me ..."
Brazen as always, Sirius shoves his boxer shorts down his thighs and presses himself firmly against Remus's open palm, and Remus's fingers twitch at the first feel of Sirius's new sex. Immediately, a part of him panics and remembers that this is what he has between his own legs now, this is what's throbbing and clutching at the first dip of Sirius's fingers into the velvety depths. But strangely, it feels right, and not just because of biology or magic, but because this is still Sirius. Underneath the sweat and slickness and fragile folds, this is still his Padfoot, his best friend, the person Remus loves best in the world, and that's all that matters.
When Sirius's finger finds something hard and small and deliriously sensitive, Remus happily says goodbye to logic and reason and doesn't look back.
It's clumsy, it's graceless, it's like nothing Remus has ever experienced in his entire life. Shuddering against Sirius's hand, his thighs spread wide, his fingers rubbing and circling at Sirius's wet clitoris while Sirius ducks his head down and licks at Remus's nipples. It's fiercely arousing; it's utterly foreign; it's really fucking good. And he doesn't know if it's the chocolate or the hormones or just the way Sirius keeps saying "Moony" like there's nothing else in the world but him, but when Remus finally comes with two of his fingers buried deep inside of Sirius, it's a bloody revelation.
Oh my God, I've lost my mind and I don't even care.
The orgasm doesn't stop, shuddering through him over and over again while he pulses and shakes and jerks around Sirius's fingers until he feels Sirius doing the same thing, groaning and screaming and swearing up a storm. Finally, Sirius falls on top of him with a supremely satisfied sigh, his hand curling happily around one of Remus's breasts, and Remus lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in.
"Well," Remus says shakily, "that ... that was interesting."
Sirius laughs on top of him, his breasts shaking against Remus's in an excruciatingly delicious way. He plants a kiss against Remus's shoulder, and then pulls himself up on his elbows to look Remus in the eye. "Interesting," he smirks. "Oh, Remus, we're going to have to do that again."
And this time, when Sirius kisses him, Remus doesn't even bother resisting.
*****
THE END
Author: anniesj
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 5094
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Um, femslash. Yeah, you read that right. In which I emasculate Remus and Sirius for the enjoyment of, well, me. :)
Notes: Written for the October wave of the pornish_pixies fantasy challenge. ociwen requested: RL/SB, femmeslash, during schoolyears, maybe doused with a potion from Snape? No previous relationship save frienship. I went from there. :) HUGE, HUGE thanks to circe_tigana for totally being my smut barometer while I was writing this, and for giving an excellent and supportive beta afterwards. Because dude, this is so my sekkrit kink, and I pretty much went all out on it. Also, ignited? Hope you like this. :)
Just Desserts
By: anniesj
*****
"Things are getting pretty desperate
When all the boys can't be men"
--Tori Amos, "Raspberry Swirl"
*****
Sirius is full of bad ideas, a disaster just waiting to happen, and yet it has always been impossible for Remus to resist him.
He's tried many times over the years, sometimes with shouting and the occasional threat of violence, but he always caves in the end. It's something about those blue-gray eyes, the way he can make his chin wobble like he might just curl up and die if Remus doesn't give him his way. It's just the way of the world: Sirius begs; Remus gives in.
Especially when Sirius comes with chocolate.
Dozens of little foil-wrapped truffles drizzled with mocha icings, powdered with cinnamon and vanilla. When Remus dips his head down and takes a whiff, he can smell the mysteries of their insides. Raspberry, coconut, honey, pumpkin. Sweets so sumptuous they could rot out your teeth just from breathing them in.
Remus narrows his eyes at Sirius, instantly suspicious. "What do you want?"
Sirius's grin is even more intoxicating than the confectionary masterpiece in his lap. "Oh, come on, Moony, it's not always like that" he says, even though it really is. "Just so happens that I came across these lovelies and thought of you immediately, you little chocolate whore."
There's even a mint-flavored one; Remus can smell it briskly whipping against his nostrils. He tries to shake his head out of chocolate-induced splendor and scowls. "I know you; these look expensive and foreign, Muggle-brand chocolate. What did you do now?"
Sirius's smirk is downright criminal. "Found them resting on James's pillow just a few minutes ago. Can you believe it? They're from Lily."
Now that surprises Remus. "From Lily? You're joking. James said after he asked her out yesterday, she poured hot tea all over his pants and called him a chauvinist pig. Which isn't really surprising, seeing how James asked if he could burn her bra."
Sirius snickers. "She's an inexplicable bird, isn't she? Anyway, see? We're doing her a favor. Prongs certainly doesn't deserve fine Belgian chocolates after he mucked that one up so badly, don't you think? Got to protect her from the likes of Potter and his deviant, prattish ways."
The caramel drizzled atop one of the truffles is glistening under the fine lamplight, almost as gold and enticing as the splay of Sirius's fingers across the red velvet box. Remus licks his lips and feels his fingers twitch. "Well, you maybe have a point," he murmurs, resistance crumbling. "I mean, James really was terribly cruel to her ..."
The grin on Sirius's face widens fractionally, and Remus feels the telltale shudder in his ribcage that signals the oncoming surrender. He's not sure whom he hates more at the moment: himself or Sirius. "Precisely," Sirius says smoothly. "And anyone who has such fine taste in chocolate deserves much, much better than our lousy oaf of a mate, don't you think?"
Sirius's fingertips are dancing over the truffles, caressing each candy lovingly until he plucks one gem from the bunch. His wrist twists in a flourish as he brings the chocolate to his mouth, and Remus watches helplessly as Sirius's lips caress the surface of the candy. When Sirius's sharp white teeth sink into the thick chocolate shell with a crack, Sirius moans ecstatically and Remus feels all the blood rush to his face.
Those wicked, devilish eyes are about twenty different shades of gray. "Mmm, Moony," Sirius murmurs, his eyes flashing wickedly. "You've simply got to try this."
Utterly destroyed, Remus swears under his breath and digs in.
The first taste is exquisite. It's an explosion of flavor on the tip of his tongue, coating his mouth in a burst of rich, redolent raspberry, so sumptuous that it absolutely consumes him, a wave of fire and chocolate that courses through him so completely that he feels like it's going to swallow him whole. It's so good it makes his skin tingle, makes his blood surge and his cock jump, an utterly erotic experience that leaves him feeling faint and short of breath.
Eyes wide, Remus swallows and then hungrily licks the chocolate off his fingers. "Oh my God, where on earth did Lily get these?" he wonders aloud before picking out another one. "It's ... it's like nothing I've ever tasted before."
Hungrily, Sirius's fingers flicker through the chocolates until he plucks a white chocolate truffle from the back. "I've got no idea, but I'm going to find out," Sirius says eagerly, and then another scrumptious-sounding noise rumbles in his chest and makes Remus feel warm all the way down to his toes. "Holy hell, these are good."
"Better than anything Honeydukes ever has, that's for sure," Remus agrees, biting down on another chocolate. Orange this time, real orange, not that odd-tasting factory stuff. These are genuine, the kind that have sunlight soaked into their skins, and as it works its way down Remus's throat, he feels strangely light-headed, his heartbeat quickening. "And it's not so much how they taste ..."
"It's how they feel," Sirius finishes, his voice throaty, and Remus shivers a bit, bites down on the mint concoction he was eyeing earlier and shivers even more.
It's somewhere around the seventh chocolate that Remus starts feeling rather ... weird. His skin keeps prickling like it's being shocked with little, sighing jolts of electricity. Everything feels extraordinarily sensitive, from the sweep of his hair (soft, softer than usual, and why does it keep falling in his damn eyes that way?) to the coarse scrub of his wool jumper across his chest. Awkwardly, Remus shifts, feels his nipples harden against the scratchy fibers, and the sensation makes him feel tight in some places and loose in others.
"Er, Sirius?" Remus asks, his voice cracking on the last syllable. "Are you feeling kind of ... funny?"
Across from him, Sirius frowns as he licks the cherry juices off his thumb. Impossible, but Remus could swear that the white cuffs of Sirius's dress shirt hang a little slackly around his friend's forearms. "Well, now that you mention it," Sirius says. His voice sounds breathy, like it's caught in something, and he clears his throat, tugs at his necktie. "Hey, um, Remus, is it getting kind of hot in here, or is it just me?"
Remus doesn't know. He doesn't know why his heart keeps beating so fast, why it's so hard to breathe all of a sudden, why all he can taste is Lily's fucking chocolate or why there's suddenly room to spare in his worn-out old socks. And he certainly doesn't know why the buttons on Sirius's shirt are suddenly straining across his chest, and he hopes to God Sirius doesn't ask him any questions about that. The woolly jumper scrapes mercilessly across his skin and Remus hisses in a breath, reaches his hand up to scratch at the material and encounters--
Oh my God.
What happens next is something of a blur, a hot smudge of steam that sweeps across his skin like a wildfire and burns him so deep that when it passes, Remus can't help but gasp. The sound pierces the sudden silence of the room in a reedy, hoarse pitch that is entirely unfamiliar to his ears. Surprised, Remus opens his eyes and blinks.
There's a girl sitting across from him. A pretty dark-haired girl with a curvy figure swimming in a boy's white dress shirt, a dollop of dark chocolate on the tip of her extraordinarily lovely nose. As she leans closer to Remus, her rainstorm eyes widen in horror. "Moony?" she whispers.
It's like a jolt to his system, and Remus's jaw drops as realization dawns on him. "Padfoot?"
The next logical conclusion hits them both at the same time, and when Remus looks down at himself ...
My hands my feet my legs my body and oh my God what the HELL ARE THOSE--
That's when the screaming begins.
*****
If Remus just closes his eyes, he can pretend that none of this is happening. He can pretend he's someone else, someone who has a much better life, boring and stable, easy and carefree, like a librarian, or a bank teller. Somewhere where there's no such thing as magic or Marauders, some wonderful place where he's someone who has much better luck.
And then Remus opens his eyes and sees his breasts, and it all goes downhill from there.
"YOU BLOODY BITCH!"
Sirius is screaming his ass off in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, except it's not Sirius. It's some dangerously good-looking girl dressed in Sirius's messy school uniform, her dark hair flying artfully around her rage-rosy face as she spews Sirius's obscenities from her pretty lips. "I'm going to kill you!" this Sirius-shaped siren roars, uselessly slashing her hands in the air as James struggles to hold her back. "I'm going to rip your throat out and stab you with spoons! RUSTY SPOONS!"
"Oh, for the love of God, Sirius, it's only temporary," Lily snaps, her hands posed defensively on her hips as she glares at the struggling ball of fists and fury wriggling in James's arms. "It'll wear off in a couple of days."
"IN A COUPLE OF DAYS?!"
Remus groans and covers his face in his hands. On second thought, this has to be real, because only Sirius would ever think of rusty spoons as punishment. Well, there's that and there's the hungry way that Peter keeps staring at Remus's breasts. Self-consciously, Remus crosses his arms tighter over his chest and glares in Peter's direction until the boy turns red and shifts his gaze away.
As Sirius screams and lunges again for Lily, a button pops off his shirt and reveals the sudden, striking shadow of his cleavage. It suddenly occurs to Remus that Sirius is actually very stunning as a girl. It shouldn't surprise him, since Sirius was very stunning as a boy (a fact that gave Remus numerous agonizing issues regarding his own sexuality), but Remus has no defenses against this curvy new Sirius, with all that white-gold skin and those dark curls ...
Something warm and slow coils in a place just a little bit deeper than Remus's belly, making his thighs tingle. Flushing pink, Remus averts his eyes and wishes desperately for James's Invisibility Cloak.
"You're going to pay for this!" Sirius snarls, his (her? oh, this is going to give Remus a dreadful headache) face screwed up with indignant rage. "I swear to you, I'm not going to be happy until I've got my COCK in my PANTS and your HEAD on a SPEAR, because THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"Hey, you never know, it could be fine," James says encouragingly. "I mean, you both make really fine birds and all." His voice suddenly drops, and a smile crawls across his face. "Mmm, really fine birds ..."
One of James's hands drops down and covers Sirius's left breast as Sirius howls miserably and swats at his head. "Get off, you bastard, get off!"
Scowling, Lily steps forward and shakes her head in disappointment at James. "See, this is what I was talking about, this is why I made the damn chocolate to begin with. James Potter, you wouldn't have the slightest inclination how to treat a lady, with those horrible hands of yours, and furthermore--"
"Oh, will all of you just shut up?" Remus hisses.
There's a certain advantage to always being the even-tempered one of the group: whenever he actually does lose it, people pay attention. Remus hadn't said a word since the chaos erupted. Silence was much easier than listening to the strange cadence of his new, female voice, and the sound of it now only serves to drive his current condition home. Still, he's a girl. A bloody girl, with breasts and curves and soft, wet things and this is really very terrible, and dammit, there's only so much a man can take.
Or woman.
Fuck.
Gritting his teeth, Remus covers his eyes with his hands and tries to stop his head from pounding. "So, let me get this straight," he says, despising the wobble in his tone. "Lily, in a brilliant effort to exact revenge upon James for essentially being James, gives him a box of chocolates containing a very complicated Genderroneous potion, the effects of which should wear off when, exactly?"
Lily swallows and has the decency to look sheepish. "Er, a week, maybe? Tops?"
"A FUCKING WEEK?!?" Sirius explodes. "But you just said--"
Sharply, Remus glares at him and cuts him into immediate silence. James arches an eyebrow at him, impressed. "A week," Remus spits. "Brilliant. And there's nothing we can do to combat the effects of the Potion, nothing to maybe, oh, I don't know, make us stop being bloody girls?"
The look on Lily's face is quickly shifting from chagrin to genuine remorse. It kind of makes Remus wonder just how pitiful a girl he really makes. "Oh, Remus, I really am sorry that this happened to you."
Remus bares his teeth at her and growls. She wisely backs away.
"Hey, what about ME?" Sirius shouts, stamping his foot in a way that's really far more adorable than it should be. "Where's my apology? 'Oh, so sorry, Sirius, I never meant to give you TITS!'"
Sourly, Lily tosses her head indignantly in Sirius's direction. "I'm not apologizing to you. You probably deserve this just as much as Potter does. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from living in a girl's shoes for a few days, hmm?"
Unsurprisingly, this does not sit well with Sirius.
Another shrill roar rips through the room as he lunges for Lily again, stumbling over the cuffs of his too-long dress pants and allowing James another good handful of Sirius-breast in the process. Sirius screams in outrage and starts punching James relentlessly in the face while Lily alternates between railing at them both. In the middle of the chaos, Peter's hand starts tiptoeing across the sofa towards Remus's thigh, and Remus is just about to reach over and start throttling him when all of a sudden--
"WHAT IN THE HOLY NAME OF MERLIN IS GOING ON IN HERE?!?"
The room falls silent as Professor McGonagall climbs through the portrait, her gray hair messy and full of stray hairpins. She's clutching at a dark violet robe and glaring daggers at all of them. "It is after midnight on a Wednesday night!" she hisses. "What in the blazes is wrong with you children? And who are these two, and what on earth is one of them doing in a boy's Gryffindor uniform?" Her glares turn heavy and sharp on James. "I've warned you before, Potter, about sneaking in girls from Hogsmeade ..."
Lily makes a disdainful noise in her throat and James flushes redder than Sirius. "These aren't mine!" he says, hastily removing his hand from Sirius's breast. "They're Sirius and Remus!"
For a moment, McGonagall is speechless, her eyes flying back and forth between the two of them. It's a rather rare event, and Remus feels slightly honored that he's actually there to bear witness to it.
At least, until she starts laughing.
*****
Two hours later and both boys (girls? oh, sod this) are standing in the middle of the quarantine ward of the hospital wing, staring with horror at the open box resting on the bed. "You know," Remus says, his voice trembling with horror, "I'm no stranger to indignity. But this ..." He plucks a pair of flimsy-looking pink cotton knickers from the box. "Well, this is just too much."
He supposes that he should be grateful that McGonagall sent them into quarantine rather than throwing them into the lion's den that is the Gryffindor boys' dormitory.
When Sirius pulls out a lavender satin brassiere from the lost-and-found box, he howls and throws it across the room. "Bugger this!" he spits and sits down heavily on the edge of the bed. "I can't believe it. We're stuck as girls for the next week until this damn potion wears off, and all Lily gets is a week full of detentions. And by the way, this is McGonagall's great solution? Lock us up in quarantine 'til our tits fall off while she dresses us up for her own sadistic, perverted sexual amusement?"
"Well, other than the last part, yes," Remus says dryly, wrinkling his nose at the selection of sweaters and trousers. Must everything in here be some sort of shade of pastel?
Sirius huffs at that. "Well, that's ... that's just ..."
There's something dangerously breakable behind Sirius's stammered words, a sudden vulnerability that instantly grabs at Remus's heart and twists hard. He turns his attention away from the box of horrors and sees Sirius almost shaking on the edge of the bed. He's hiding a little behind his hair, something so utterly Sirius-like that the twisting sensation in his chest only intensifies until Remus feels like he can't breathe.
"This is horrible," Sirius moans, looking down miserably at his altered body. "I don't want to be a girl. I don't deserve this, and neither do you, and everyone keeps laughing at us and I don't know whether I want to rip someone's head off or lock myself in a closet and start crying, and it's horrible, Moony, it's horrible!"
Remus honestly doesn't know what to do. There are tears welling up in Sirius's eyes, and the very sight of them makes Remus's throat tighten ominously. Hastily, he shakes his head, puts a reassuring hand on Sirius's slender back. "It's hormones, Padfoot, that's all. Everything feels kind of ... funny."
Very funny, especially when Sirius sniffles a bit and scoots closer to Remus, his breast brushing Remus's arm in the process. Heat flares in unusual places, makes his thighs tingle and his chest feel tight. "Everything feels wretched," Sirius spits.
With one last dramatic sigh, Sirius rests his cheek against Remus's shoulder. Remus immediately stiffens. Silky wisps of Sirius's hair are drifting just under his nose, and it's the oddest thing, but Sirius smells almost exactly the same as he did before, only a little ... sweeter. Like all the musk and sweat and crushed autumn leaves have been caramelized somehow. He swallows hard, shifts awkwardly as he feels Sirius's hand sweep along his thigh ...
Suddenly, Sirius mutters a curse and jumps to his feet, his cheeks flushed and his jaw tense with sudden anger. Remus blinks at him, feeling slightly dazed and more than just a little confused. "What is it?"
"Nothing," Sirius snarls, shifting from one leg to another. "I just ... fuck. I have to pee."
And with that, Sirius runs into the bathroom and locks the door behind him.
It's odd, being alone with himself for the first time since all this happened. With Sirius around to create wholesome chaos, Remus has been able to mostly distract himself from the changes in his body. Now, he feels even more attuned to the subtle differences between being a man and being a woman. He's shorter and his center of gravity has been skewered, thrown out of whack. Remus stumbles over the cuffs of his trousers as he reluctantly makes his way back over to the lost-and-found box.
After a moment of glowering at knickers and bras (there are some adventures he's just not willing to take yet), Remus finally pulls out a faded yellow tee-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. His trousers slide off with ease, but when it comes to actually pulling off his jumper, Remus hesitates. All practicality aside, he's not quite sure he's ready to see this. There'll be no denying it after he's seen himself in the flesh. This will make it real.
But Remus has seen blood and claws and moonlight and hell, and by God, he's not going to let a pair of tits defeat him. Not even if they're his own.
Remus firms his grip, staunches his jaw, and takes off the jumper. Disappointingly, the sight of his own breasts does not instantly kill him. Instead, it's almost ... fascinating. Remus stares down at his chest, his eyes traveling over the newly-made curves and old scars, taking in the swollen nipples and broader areolas. His skin prickles under the scrutiny of his own gaze, and as Remus follows the arc of an old scar around to his side, he turns a bit and suddenly finds himself trapped in the full-length mirror hanging from the closet door.
The girl in the reflection is overly tall and hopelessly slender. Her lashes are long and make her eyes look kind of sad and dreamy, and it's easy to overlook the longish nose when her mouth is soft and wistful. Autumn-colored hair haloes around her face and falls into her eyes. Her naked breasts aren't big, but they're full, and the mocha-cinnamon nipples atop them are stiff and dark. She isn't as strikingly beautiful as Sirius, but she's far from ugly.
And she's Remus Lupin.
Captivated, Remus stares at his feminine reflection. He can hardly believe that this body is really his own, so he lifts his hand, flexes the smaller fingers and watches the girl in the mirror do the same. He takes a step forward, clears his throat; so does she. Remus laughs a little nervously and then flushes pink when the ripe flesh in the mirror trembles in terribly alluring ways. Embarrassed, his hands fly up to cover himself and--
Oh.
His breasts are soft and hot in his hands, and Remus hisses in a shaky breath, his heartbeat doubling while something warm and damp unfurls between his thighs. His mouth goes dry and there's an indescribable ache tugging at his blood. The girl in the mirror whimpers and Remus shuts his eyes tightly against his own reflection.
His brain is panicking, begging him to throw on his clothes before something very bad happens. This is wrong. This is weird. However, his body doesn't seem to want to comply. Not when the surface of his skin is so smooth beneath his fingertips, and if Remus lets his fingers wander, he can feel the tender network of scars prickling and burning beneath his touch. His fingers tremble around the rough edges of the areole and when they brush the hard knot of his nipple, there's a sudden bolt of fire that rips through him and--
"Oh my God."
Startled, Remus's eyes fly open and find Sirius in the mirror behind him. His lips are parted and his breathing is quick, his breasts rising and falling swiftly under the thin white linen of his dress shirt. One of Sirius's hands is anxiously kneading his thigh, dangerously close to the loose crotch of his black cotton boxers.
After a moment of lust-addled disorientation (good God, but how does Sirius do this to him no matter what fucking gender he is?), Remus recovers enough to make a desperate grab for the tee shirt. "I'm sorry," Remus says, his voice pitchy and shrill. "Really, really sorry. I don't know what came over me, so just pretend you never saw it, just--"
"Don't."
The intensity of Sirius's voice makes Remus freeze, his hands tangled up in the shirt. Mutely, he watches as Sirius slowly walks across the room until he's standing right behind Remus, staring at their reflection. "Jesus, Moony," he mutters, and Remus's naked breasts burn under the heat of his gaze, "look at you ..."
But Remus can't look at himself, not when Sirius is there. It's always been that way; Sirius walks into a room and the rest of the world just dims. Even now, even curvy and rose-cheeked and female, Remus can't take his eyes off him. Can't stop staring at the bow of his lips (fuller now, maybe even more kissable than before), at the shimmer of sweat on his skin (softer-looking, silkier), and the lush dip of his cleavage exposed by that fucking missing button. Oh, something very bad is about to happen.
I told you so, a mean part of his brain whispers.
"You know," Sirius murmurs, cocking his head to the side as he steps closer, "we're going to be stuck like this for a week and all. Locked up in quarantine together. Just the two of us. You and me."
The first touch of Sirius's palm against his belly makes Remus gasp, his stomach contracting under the intense flare of heat that snaps like a firecracker. When Sirius closes the distance between them and presses himself to Remus's back, he can feel the softness of his breasts through the linen shirt. "Oh, no," Remus whispers while he still can. "This is so wrong and ... fuck, Padfoot, oh God ..."
Sirius's hand snakes down Remus's belly until his fingers are stroking at the incredibly sensitive juncture of his thigh and pelvis, dipping downward and lacing little threads of fire all throughout Remus's body. "Come on, Remus," he purrs. "Got to make the most of a bad situation, right? Turn lemons into lemonade and all that rot. Besides, don't you want it?"
Fuck, yes, he wants it. He doesn't even know what he wants, but he wants it. That insistent throbbing between his legs is growing stronger by the second. Still, Remus shakes his head, tries one last time to save himself. "You're going to regret this in the morning," he whispers.
The sudden warmth of Sirius's laugh puffs against his ear. "Oh, Moony," he sighs. "I could never regret you. Promise."
And with that, Remus turns in Sirius's arms to kiss him, and surrender has never tasted so sweet.
Sweet like chocolate, like caramel and mint and all those bloody truffles that got them into this mess in the first place, ripe and warm on Sirius's soft mouth. Resigning himself to his fate, Remus sucks at Sirius's tongue, nips at his lower lip while Sirius makes the most delicious whimper-moan noises. One of Sirius's hands reaches up and wraps around Remus's breast, kneading it slowly. Remus gasps, arches helplessly into the palm of his hand.
"Oh, Merlin," Sirius moans, staring down at Remus's breasts. "Your nipples, Moony, they're so hard ..."
Yes, Jesus, so hard and so sensitive, and when the delicate webbing between Sirius's thumb and forefinger caresses one of those stiff buds, Remus feels a part of his brain short-circuit and fizz out. He has to have more, and he reaches out and cups one of Sirius's breasts in his hands, rolling it in the ball of his palm. Gasping, Sirius shakes under his touch, and Remus rubs a thumb across Sirius's hard nipple through the material of his shirt. "Take it off," Sirius whispers. "Fuck, Remus, take it off, I can't stand it."
The remaining buttons barely resist as Remus yanks them open, his hands shaking clumsily until the shirt is gone. For a moment, Remus can only stare at the curves of Sirius's naked breasts, bigger than his own, the nipples larger and darker and so fucking hard. "Oh, God," Remus gasps, and Sirius gasps with him when Remus steps forward and crushes his breasts to Sirius's own and if this is what insanity is like, then maybe going crazy isn't such a bad thing after all.
When Sirius grinds the heat of his new sex against Remus's pelvis, it drives him even more mad, makes Remus thrash and shiver and feel horribly overwhelmed. "Want to touch you," Sirius whispers between licking and suckling at Remus's neck. "Want you so bad that it fucking burns."
"Yes," Remus hisses, because he knows. It's burning for him, too, smoldering in dark places, and when Sirius's thigh slips between his legs, Remus groans and presses down, rubbing himself shamelessly against his smooth skin.
Sirius moans, his legs almost buckling. "Bed," he gasps. "Bed right now."
They tumble onto the mattress, hands reaching and grabbing for each other until Remus feels Sirius's hand disappear beneath the waistband of Remus's boxers and encounter warm, wet flesh that twitches and shudders at the brush of his fingers. Remus feels new muscles contract sharply at the way Sirius strokes at the oh-so-tender outer lips. "Jesus, Moony, you're so wet. So fucking wet, it's killing me, touch me ..."
Brazen as always, Sirius shoves his boxer shorts down his thighs and presses himself firmly against Remus's open palm, and Remus's fingers twitch at the first feel of Sirius's new sex. Immediately, a part of him panics and remembers that this is what he has between his own legs now, this is what's throbbing and clutching at the first dip of Sirius's fingers into the velvety depths. But strangely, it feels right, and not just because of biology or magic, but because this is still Sirius. Underneath the sweat and slickness and fragile folds, this is still his Padfoot, his best friend, the person Remus loves best in the world, and that's all that matters.
When Sirius's finger finds something hard and small and deliriously sensitive, Remus happily says goodbye to logic and reason and doesn't look back.
It's clumsy, it's graceless, it's like nothing Remus has ever experienced in his entire life. Shuddering against Sirius's hand, his thighs spread wide, his fingers rubbing and circling at Sirius's wet clitoris while Sirius ducks his head down and licks at Remus's nipples. It's fiercely arousing; it's utterly foreign; it's really fucking good. And he doesn't know if it's the chocolate or the hormones or just the way Sirius keeps saying "Moony" like there's nothing else in the world but him, but when Remus finally comes with two of his fingers buried deep inside of Sirius, it's a bloody revelation.
Oh my God, I've lost my mind and I don't even care.
The orgasm doesn't stop, shuddering through him over and over again while he pulses and shakes and jerks around Sirius's fingers until he feels Sirius doing the same thing, groaning and screaming and swearing up a storm. Finally, Sirius falls on top of him with a supremely satisfied sigh, his hand curling happily around one of Remus's breasts, and Remus lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in.
"Well," Remus says shakily, "that ... that was interesting."
Sirius laughs on top of him, his breasts shaking against Remus's in an excruciatingly delicious way. He plants a kiss against Remus's shoulder, and then pulls himself up on his elbows to look Remus in the eye. "Interesting," he smirks. "Oh, Remus, we're going to have to do that again."
And this time, when Sirius kisses him, Remus doesn't even bother resisting.
*****
THE END