FIC: The Potions Genius (HP: Remus/Sirius, NC-17)

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Author: Clio
Title: The Potions Genius
Pairing: Harry Potter: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Remus and Sirius love to fantasize about their godson and his former-rival lover. Or do they?
Length: 800 words
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: NOT in the EWFS-verse.
Sad and unavoidable events prevented me from writing and posting this in a timely manner, but better late than never, right? nmalfoy, I hope you had a great birthday and an even better time in Vegas, and thanks for many, many things, most of which I could never express here. Though you probably know them already. Also, for those who read The Worst Thing That Could Possibly Happen and Down the Pub, here's your sequel, and our closure, I think.

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"You know, you really are very handsome, even close up."

"Thank you. So are you."

He bit his lip. "Well, perhaps a bit more weathered."

"Prematurely."

"Prematurely, yes. Very much so." Another long kiss, then the lighter-haired man reached over to the bedstand for a small jar. "Ah, the hallowed ointment. Right, on your front."

The darker-haired man did as he was told, spreading his legs slightly. He willed himself to relax; tension would cause it all to end before it had really started. "Mmm, Remus, mmm," he hummed into the pillow.

"Years of practice," Remus said with a grin as he slowly worked his fingers into the other man, gently twisting and scissoring them. He rubbed more of the cool ointment onto his cock until it was glistening deep red. He looked down for a moment at his own chest, with its smattering of gold-brown hairs and several old, silver-skinned scars along with some newer wounds, then shook his head to forget why they were there and concentrate on the matter at hand. After all, when the matter at hand was as head-turningly gorgeous and sexy as the man in his bed, who had time for such thoughts? He pulled his partner toward him, so they both lay on their side, and slowly slid his cock into the narrow passage.

They lay silent for a few minutes, with Remus thrusting slow and deep, stroking the other man's cock in the same rhythm, neither in any particular hurry. Then Remus brushed aside the long black hair, kissed the shoulder in front of him, and whispered, "Sirius, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing. You."

Remus smiled, and nipped at Sirius's ear. "You can tell me. I know you're a dirty old man who fantasizes about his godson."

"No …"

"If he were here, where would you want him? In front of you, sucking your cock, so you could run your fingers through that messy hair?"

Sirius hummed.

"Or would you like to be sandwiched between us, thrusting into him while I fuck you?"

"Oh, that sounds very nice," Sirius replied, reaching one hand back to run it along Remus's thigh. "But your hand will do just fine."

"Do you ever think about the two of them? Together?"

Sirius made a face. "I don't like blonds."

With his free hand, Remus cuffed his lover's ear.

"OW! What was that?"

"No one likes to fuck a smart aleck!"

"Well, Harry does."

"Right," Remus said, rolling so that Sirius lay on his front, with him on top. "No more gentleness for you." He knelt behind him and positioned him just so, shoulders on the bed and arse in the air, then started to fuck him hard and fast. Even muffled by the pillow, Sirius's moans were loud and urgent, wordlessly urging him on, and he obliged, ruthlessly pounding his lover into the mattress. He placed his hand back on Sirius's cock, stroking firmly, and the other man came into the sheets with a roar. Moony's own orgasm followed soon after, and he collapsed onto Sirius's back.

Harry turned his head to the side and opened his eyes. He could feel his body morphing back into its true shape, his hair growing shorter, his vision worse, his shoulders more narrow. He wanted to work out the kink in his neck, but Draco was still laying atop him. He put his palms flat on the mattress and pushed up, knocking Draco flat on his back on the mattress beside him.

"You are so mean to me," Draco mumbled.

"Consider it repayment for services rendered," Harry replied, stretching his arms and legs before rolling onto his side to face Draco.

"Hmph," he replied, fingering the small jar that lay next to him on the bed. "Well, now you must bow before my potions genius!"

Harry smirked. "Yes, Draco, you are a god among men, for altering the polyjuice potion such that you could fuck me as a werewolf and fulfill my fantasy." He kissed the other man, then added, "And yours."

"I think it's the black hair," Draco said. He looked up at the ceiling, his hands behind his neck. "Harry?"

"Mmm?"

"Do you ever fantasize about me?"

"Before we were together, I did."

"And now?"

"Sometimes. When you're away."

Draco thought about this for a moment. "Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Do you ever think about someone else when we—"

"No," Harry said flatly.

They were silent for a long bit, Draco still staring at the ceiling, Harry at Draco. "Harry?"

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Want to have another go? Just us?"

Draco looked at Harry. "Just us?"

He nodded.

"You said you didn't like blonds."

Harry moved closer. "I don't, as a rule."

"Dunno if you'd noticed, but I am blond."

"You," Harry said, kissing him, "are the exception … to every rule … I've ever had."

"Oh," Draco replied. "Well, that's alright then."

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Comments

[misscora.livejournal.com]

*smile* I like this. It hasn't got the same, 'hmm... something don't know what exactly' as the others, but it's got a wonderful feel all of it's own. Very nice.

[nmalfoy.livejournal.com]

Oooh! Nummy fic! Vegas was great, but exhausting. And DRY. I drank more liquid each day than I do in a week here, I think. So much to see and everyone who came was so wonderful and so sweet and thanks to lagreyeyes I figured a lot of stuff out.

[aome.livejournal.com]

“You,” Harry said, kissing him, “are the exception . . . to every rule . . . I’ve ever had.”

Which is a wonderful reminder of what makes H/D great. :)

This was a fun, sexy fic, and I liked the shapechanging twist. Two couples in one! Well done.

[thegraybook.livejournal.com]

Whee! Fabulous smut.