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Sirius clapped his hands together, a satisfied smirk plastering his face and Remus fought the urge to roll his eyes. There was no stopping him once he got like this.

“Excellent,” the boy said heartily, regarding Remus with a grin and pumping his eyebrows, “the wheels are in motion.”

“What are you on about?” Mary asked suspiciously from across the breakfast table. It was only the three of them that morning; James and Marlene were at quidditch practice, Pete was serving a morning detention and Lily was chasing something up with Slughorn. Remus sighed fondly.

“He’s talking about the Halloween prank,” he supplied mildly, reaching for the porridge and serving himself a generous amount, pouring coffee for himself and the boy next to him. He looked up at the sky, it was a beautiful day, the sky high and blue and webbed over with fine clouds, Prongs would be in a good mood. They were good flying conditions.

“Oh no,” Mary said knowingly, reaching for the butter and shaking her head. “What’s it to be this year, hm? Manticore in the dungeons? Flood the school with butterbeer?”

“Hey these are good, write them down Moony,” Sirius grinned and Remus really did roll his eyes, pinching the boy’s hip lightly under the table.

“No Pads, we’re not releasing a deadly XXXXX creature into the dungeons.”

“Don’t you have Potions next lesson?” Sirius asked suggestively, waggling his eyebrows. Remus kicked him. Mary laughed loudly.

“Yeah Lupin,” she grinned, “I think you’ve already crossed that threshold.”

“Hate you both,” he said happily, tuning out the discussion of the prank and focussing on his breakfast. It was the full in a few days and he was ravenous.

“It’s gonna be spectacular, our last Halloween hurrah! But there’s one thing we need to sort out,” Sirius was saying to Mary, who seemed extremely interested in the ins and outs of the prank, if only to protect herself when the time came.

“Mm?” she asked, popping a slice of melon in her mouth.

“Costumes,” Sirius said, nodding solemnly. Remus chuckled at the boy slightly. He never took his classes this seriously.

“Everyone needs to be wearing costumes to pull it off. Y’know, anonymity and all that, but costumes on Halloween are a muggle thing.”

Mary shrugged, “well that’ll be easy enough just tell people to wear costumes.” Remus cleared his throat slightly, half a laugh.

“If it comes from any of us it’ll be dead obvious we’re up to something,” he said and Mary laughed loudly, her curls bouncing around her round face.

“When aren’t you?” she said happily and Remus conceded in a deferent nod.

“Well what do you suggest?” Sirius asked, full planning mode engaged, eyes narrowed and posture tense, leaning conspiratorially over his eggs. Mary smiled.

“Plant the seeds,” she shrugged amicably, picking up a danish and picking at the glazed rhubarb on top, “don’t make it obvious you’re the ones behind it.”

“Mm,” Remus nodded thoughtfully, regarding Mary in appreciation, “good idea MacDonald.” Mary smiled widely around her food and shot him a slight wink.

“Well,” Remus settled into the bench seat a little more- his version of planning mode, “who’s a muggleborn student who you think is a lot of fun, popular too? Preferably not a Gryffindor,” he gave Padfoot a significant glance and the boy smirked.

“Hm,” Mary’s head swivelled as she took in the hall, looking for inspiration. Being somewhat of a recluse and overall secretive person, Remus didn’t know all that many people very well outside of his circle. Mary, however, knew everyone. And everyone knew Mary.

“Dex,” she said at last, with a nod. Remus and Sirius followed her eyeline to see a seventh year, Declan Falkner, eating cheerily with his friends at the Ravenclaw table. Remus nodded thoughtfully.

“Hey DEX,” Mary yelled out, giving the boy a wide, sweeping wave as Remus sighed slightly at the unsubtlety of it all.

“Hey Mare,” Dex said happily, approaching with a wide smile, “what’s up?” Though Remus had known Dex for years he could only count the times he’d ever talked to the boy on one hand. He was extremely friendly though, it was the first thing anyone noticed about him. He had a wide smile that lit up his whole face and made you feel as though he wouldn’t be happier anywhere else in the world. He was only slightly taller than Sirius and certainly much shorter than Remus, he had the same burnished chestnut skin as Mary and wore his hair differently week to week. Today it was box braids with dozens of golden hair rings.

“This lot want your help with something,” Mary said bluntly, sweeping an arm out to indicate Remus and Sirius. Remus closed his eyes slightly for a second at her tactics.

“Shoot,” the boy grinned, a laugh hovering behind his eyes. Remus sighed slightly and exchanged a loaded glance with Sirius before deciding to trust the boy.

“We’re planning a prank,” he said, keeping his voice low and even, feeling a slight thrill at the way Dex’s eyes lit up, “and it requires everyone to wear Halloween costumes.”

“But the only people who ever wear costumes are us!” Sirius lamented, dropping his head dramatically onto Remus’ shoulder. Remus chuckled, shrugging him off. He’d been doing that a lot more of late, since the two of them had told all of their friends about their relationship to varying levels of surprise- Mary, Pete and Marlene, “we knew it!”, James and Lily, “we didn’t know it but it’s not exactly a surprise.” Remus smothered a grin at the thought.

“And since it’s a muggle thing,” Remus continued, ignoring Padfoot’s dramatics, “we thought maybe you could encourage it,” he paused for a second, wondering if they were being presumptuous. To his surprise, the boy laughed loudly.

“I see,” he nodded, “covering your tracks.”

“Exactly,” Sirius cried out, flinging an arm out in triumph, “he gets it.”

“So you want me to get everyone wearing Halloween costumes?” he clarified and Sirius nodded eagerly.

“Preferably with masks,” the boy said, pointing his fork meaningfully.

“Which we will supply,” Remus added significantly. Dex chuckled and his eyes crinkled at the sides. It was incredibly endearing. Oh, Remus thought suddenly. Oh Dex is cute! He quickly averted his gaze.

“So,” Dex slid next to Mary on the bench, eyes sparkling as he and Sirius regarded each other with hungry excitement, “what’s the plan for this prank?”

* * *

“How long have you got?” Sirius asked, tossing their ties onto the bed and fumbling with the buttons of Remus’ shirt.

“About half an hour until Arithmancy,” he mumbled into the boy’s mouth, fumbling with his belt as he walked him backwards to the bed.

“I think we can do something with that,” Sirius grinned widely, yanking on Remus’ waistband as he fell backwards and bringing Remus crashing down on top of him. Remus smiled into the kiss.

“So eager,” he teased, batting Sirius’ hands away and replacing them with his own.

“Mhm,” Sirius nodded, chasing a kiss with elbows propped up on the bed. Remus placed a hand flat against his chest and forced him back down, pushing him into the mattress.

* * *

Sirius smiled relaxedly up at Remus from his chest, eyes glazed over as they always were after sex.

“So,” he said casually, a grin unfurling over his face. Remus raised his eyebrows slightly. Nothing good ever followed Sirius’ ‘so’s.

“Mm?”

“You thought that boy was cute today,” Sirius grinned widely at him and Remus felt his ears redden. He merely reached into his matchbox for a fag, flicking his wand at the window and causing it to spring open.

“What boy?”

“Dex,” Sirius supplied, still grinning devilishly. Remus shrugged.

“He’s nice,” he said noncommittally, rolling the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger as he exhaled, pointedly not looking at Sirius’ face.

“Mm, he’s very nice,” Sirius agreed, snagging the fag from Remus’ fingertips and bringing it to his lips, “I saw the way you looked at him.” Remus paused slightly. Sirius had always been an extremely jealous type and he didn’t wanna do anything to set the boy off. Especially not if it would result in Dex being the target of some undoubtedly mean-spirited prank. He merely shrugged.

“I s’pose he’s nice to look at,” he said casually, “not as nice as you though,” he nuzzled into Sirius’ neck, delighting in the small whines he pulled from the boy.

“Mm, and he’s quite funny too.” Remus stilled then, pulling back slightly. He hadn’t said anything about funny. He didn’t even remember laughing at any of Dex’s jokes. Sirius had though. Sirius had been laughing.

“Oh?” he said, raising an eyebrow, delighting in the way Sirius’ cheekbones immediately flushed a light shade of pink. There was never hiding anything on that fair skin. Remus loved it, and took advantage of it often. “And you’re not jealous?” he asked leadingly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Sirius shrugged slightly.

“You’re allowed to find other people fit I suppose,” he said airily and Remus laughed at him, low and throaty.

“Uh- no,” he said, grinning against Sirius’ jaw, “last week you told me that if I so much as looked at someone else you would pluck out my eyes, grind them into paste and use them in your Potions making.” Sirius chuckled slightly at the memory.

“I was hungry when I said that,” the boy shrugged, a cheeky smirk dancing on his face. Remus chuckled low.

“You wanna know what I think?” he asked huskily, lips grazing the shell of Sirius’ ear.

“Mm?”

“I think you’re a greedy little slut,” Remus said quietly, rejoicing in the tiny gasp that wrenched from Sirius’ mouth, “I think you want more than your fair share.” Sirius shook his head slightly, as if to clear it of the gathering fog.

“No,” he mumbled, knotting his fingers in Remus’ curls, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

“Oh?” Remus asked, cocking an eyebrow and darting his eyes significantly down at Sirius’ dick, which was full again and beginning to leak. Sirius looked away swiftly, embarrassed.

“You want that boy don’t you,” Remus hummed in his ear, fingers feather-light as he trailed them up and down Sirius’ shaft. It bobbed up into his grip and he pushed it back down gently, closing his teeth over Sirius’ earlobe and tugging on his earring.

“So do you,” Sirius responded heatedly, his indignation undercut severely by his breathy gasps and moans.

“And what if I do?” Remus asked darkly, fingers closing around Sirius and tugging gently, thumb running teasingly over the boy’s head.

“Now who’s-” Sirius broke off in a loud gasp, “now who’s- greedy?” Remus nodded against his jaw.

“I am,” he murmured softly, “I’m greedy and I wanna take everything I want,” he said, voice turning rough with desire. “Is that okay with you, baby?” Sirius nodded hopelessly, halfway to delirious already and Remus chuckled darkly, moving his hand from around Sirius’ cock and down to his entrance, already slick and dripping with Remus’ cum.

“Tell me what you were thinking about today at breakfast,” Remus commanded, pushing two fingers inside Sirius and scissoring them purposefully, stretching the boy out. Sirius gasped and squirmed underneath him, one hand fisted in Remus’ hair and one at his shoulder, gripping tight enough to leave bruises.

“Thinking about you,” Sirius mumbled, “you filling me up while I sucked his cock.”

“Mmm,” Remus groaned loudly, throwing his head back, one hand snaking up to grip Sirius roughly around the jaw while the other one continued to work him open.

“Fuck you’re such a slut,” he said roughly, shaking Sirius’ face and delighting in the way his eyes lost focus, slipping into that heady, airy place Remus loved to take him to.

“Mm,” Sirius nodded, head loose and rolling on his neck. Remus loved him like this, utterly malleable, open and trusting.

“And what do you say if you wanna stop baby?” Remus asked seriously, pushing his fingers in deeper and crooking them just right. Sirius’ eyes flew open and he blinked them rapidly, gasping around the words he was struggling to pull up from his throat.

“R-red.” Sirius nodded.

“Mm, and if you wanna slow down?”

“Yel-llow,”

“Mm, good boy,” Remus breathed, squeezing his hand around Sirius’ jaw and shaking again, moving his fingers down slightly until they were over the boy’s neck. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Sirius was nodding desperately against Remus’ hand, eyes rolling back into his head and body shaking with want.

“Do you want me to make you feel good baby?” Remus asked quietly and Sirius kept up the desperate nodding, hips bucking erratically as Remus twisted his fingers.

“I can make you feel so good,” he promised and tightened his fingers at Sirius’ throat, pressing down on either side of his neck, cutting off the circulation. Sirius gasped and struggled to draw in breath, his pants turning shallow and strangled under Remus’ hand. The sounds went straight to Remus’ cock, which was sitting up flush against his belly and already leaking.

Remus counted silently in his head and loosened his hold, cock twitching in response to the way Sirius hungrily swallowed air, chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat catching the light and turning him into the most beautiful painting, all planes and shadows. Just for Remus to admire. Something he could destroy, if he wanted to. And put back together again. If he wanted to. He drew in a sharp breath of his own and focussed on Sirius’ eyes, checking to make sure he was okay, that he wasn’t too far gone. All he saw there were never-ending pools of pleasure. He wanted to drown in them, to gulp Sirius down and never need anything else. Not oxygen. Not water or food. He had it all right here.

“Breathe baby,” Remus encouraged him, hand moving over Sirius’ cheek gently as his breathing evened out.

“Good boy Pads,” he murmured, bringing his hand back to Sirius’ throat, using the other one to push his fingers further inside Sirius, twitching them just so until Sirius gasped loudly and Remus pressed down, cutting off his breath, stealing it from him and then stealing a kiss, closing his mouth over the boy’s lips and darting his tongue out, tasting him and relishing in the tiny, breathless gasps Sirius was making.

“You’re so good for me, aren’t you?” he asked silkily, laughing softly as Sirius’ head jerked slightly, trying to nod against Remus’ insistent hand.

“Do you want more?” he asked quietly, and Sirius nodded again, his breathless gasping turning more frantic as he ran out of oxygen. Remus loosened his grip once more, eyes trained on Sirius’ face, focussed and attentive. Sirius gasped for air again, but this time it was quieter, less like breaking the surface of deep water and more like small, desperate relief. Remus knew he was long over the edge in his mind. Knew it was all just sensations and feelings and Moony now. He bit his lip, cock swelling just that little bit more at the thought.

“Deep breaths Pads,” he said calmly, almost hypnotically as his other hand continued to work Sirius with a deft and unrelenting purposefulness.

“You,” Sirius managed to whisper, eyes sliding into focus as they met Remus’.

“You want me?” Remus murmured, running his nose along Sirius’ cheekbone, holding his ear near the boy’s mouth to catch any tiny whispers.

“Mmh” Sirius managed to get out, and that was enough. Remus smiled earnestly and manoeuvred himself over the boy, bringing one of Sirius’ knees up to his chest and lining up his extremely hard cock to his now thoroughly prepared entrance.

“Deep breaths Pads,” he reminded him, hand never far from his face, touching lightly over his temple, his nose, his cheek, his lips, coming to rest at his jaw, fingers snaked behind his ear, silky black hair tangled around his knuckles as his thumb continued to brush soothingly across his lips and the planes of his face.

Slowly, Remus pushed inside of him, feeling a sharp spark of pleasure as Sirius gasped softly, the noise dissolving into a soft, needy moan as Remus pushed in further still, never once taking his eyes off the boy’s face, making sure he was okay, drinking in his intoxicating pleasure.

“Fuck- Moony,” Sirius managed to gasp and Remus hushed him, honeyed words spilling from his lips over and over, it’s okay Pads, I’ve got you, I’m right here, you’re doing so well, so good for me, so pretty.  

“More,” Sirius whined slightly. Remus chuckled darkly, tightening the hand in Sirius’ hair and yanking hard.

“So greedy,” he murmured, thrusting forward with smooth purpose and burying the rest of himself inside of the boy, eliciting a groan of relief.

“Yes,” Sirius gasped, nodding loosely, eyes unfocussed behind a film of tears.

“Love you Pads,” Remus said quietly, beginning to pick up the pace, unable to keep his own desire at bay any longer. “Fuck- love you so- fucking much.” Sirius was barely coherent, letting out a stream of yesyesyesyes and pleasemoony, Iloveyoumoonypleaseyesyesyes.

Remus grinned evilly, knowing it probably shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does to have Sirius so utterly unspooled, completely in his hands, his to control, to command, to break, to drive to the brink of insanity and throw remorselessly over the edge. To love and take care of and put back together just so he can do it all over again. It’s the best kind of high he’s ever experienced.

He thrusted into Sirius with a slow, deliberate rhythm, drawing the most beautiful sounds from the boy’s mouth as he fucked him hard and mercilessly. He continued choking Sirius intermittently, already seeing the bruises bloom along the pale curve of his neck from the press of his fingertips, feeling a slight thrill in the knowledge that he’d have to glamour those later. He was always glamouring Sirius’ bruises. His marks, healing the ones Sirius would let him and hiding the ones the boy insisted he wished to keep. Little marks all over the boy’s perfect skin, all spelling out the same thing, mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

And so Remus claimed him, again and again. He hurt him and healed him and made the most delicious sounds in the known universe spill from his perfect lips.

Sirius pulled Remus forward, hands scrabbling in Remus’ hair, chest lifting off the bed as his mouth sought Remus’, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed as he chased after a kiss. And Remus. Well who was he to deny Sirius anything.

He kissed him as deeply as he could, delighting in hearing the raspy breaths Sirius heaved into his ravaged throat, needing more. Needing everything.

“Pads-” he gasped, “Wanna come on you. Wanna fucking- paint you.” Sirius nodded eagerly, mouth still chasing Remus, moving over his lips and jaw, down his neck and nestling at his collar bone, sucking and biting and licking over Remus’ flushed skin.

“Please Moony,” Sirius breathed, voice barely there and blown out with pleasure. It sent Remus careening over the edge and he pulled swiftly out of Sirius, gripping the base of his cock as he stuttered forward, eyes rolling in his head as he gasped and came, painting Sirius with splashes of hot white cum, nearly passing out as Sirius opened his mouth, tongue rolled out eagerly.

Remus shuddered for a moment, feeling his orgasm roll over him in waves. He scrunched his eyes closed and breathed deeply, losing himself in the push and pull of the heady current. He took several more breaths and opened his eyes, his mouth falling into a downright evil grin when he saw Sirius laid out beneath him, wide-eyed and pliant and covered in cum, his own cock weeping pitifully against his stomach, untouched and twitching desperately.

“You wanna come don’t you,” Remus asked teasingly, fingers trailing down Sirius’ body, running lightly over his cock and down to his balls, teasing over the sensitive skin with the pad of his thumb. Sirius’ eyelids fluttered weakly and the boy nodded, hands scratching at Remus’ shoulders, nails digging in. Remus smiled.

“Beg,” he grinned evilly. Sirius keened brokenly, pushing his hips up into Remus’ hand. Remus tutted disapprovingly, pushing Sirius back into the mattress and licking the shell of his ear, murmuring low and dangerous.

“Use your words baby,” he whispered, “beg for it- just like a little slut.” Sirius whimpered again, gasping for air and struggling to clear his eyes, shaking his head slightly.

“P-ple-please,” he breathed, hips stuttering under Remus, “need it- please.” Remus hummed in satisfaction, wrapping his hand surely around Sirius’ cock and tightening his grip, jerking Sirius forward with a practiced rhythm.

“Please what?” he asked cruelly. Sirius’ eyes were rolling in his head, hips moving with Remus’ hands.

“Please may I come Moony,” he whispered, broken and desperate. Remus dipped his head, sucking at the skin under Sirius’ ear.

“You may,” he grinned and Sirius broke completely, gasping and spasming as his eyes flew open and then squeezed closed, heavy breaths and curses and prayers tumbling indiscriminately from those beautiful lips. Remus chuckled low, enjoying the view and stroking Sirius lazily through his orgasm, milking every last drop from his tip, ducking his head and licking the last of it off, relishing in the way he tasted.

“Good boy,” he hummed into Sirius’ pelvis, smiling when all he got in return was a strangled huff.

Remus pulled gently away, reaching up to wipe Sirius’ hair away from his face, kissing him lightly on the brow, the nose, the chin, each cheek, loving the tiny smile on his face as he made his way to his lips, placing the smallest kiss there, running his tongue softly along Sirius’ bottom lip before receding slightly, ducking to the bathroom and running a flannel under some warm water. He stalked back to the bed, relishing in the visage of Sirius, laid out and strung out, painted in both of their cum and riding on the high in his mind.

“Mm, you did so well baby,” Remus said soothingly as he wiped Sirius off with the damp towel. The boy merely looked up at him with wide eyes, too blissed out to talk much. Remus didn’t mind. He took a sick sort of pride in being able to so thoroughly shut up Sirius Black.

“Here,” he fished in his bedside drawer and brought some dark chocolate up, feeding it to Sirius one small piece at a time, eating some himself. He found it always helped when Sirius got the shakes after.

“Thank you,” Sirius breathed, eyes focussed as though it was taking all his effort just to get out those two words.

“Shh,” Remus leaned forward, brushing the hair from his forehead and cupping his face gently, “you don’t need to talk right now baby, I got you.” He tossed the towel to the floor and shuffled closer to Sirius, laying down and bringing the boy into his arms, playing gently with his hair in the way he knew Sirius liked.

“I had a lot of fun,” Remus murmured in his ear, “you were so good for me today.” He felt Sirius squirm slightly with satisfaction and smiled widely, “not as much of a brat as usual,” he chuckled and felt Sirius huff against him the boy checked him with his hip in affront. Remus laughed, tucking Sirius’ hair behind his ear and stroking his cheek.

“Such a good boy,” he breathed, eyes drooping as the afternoon sun spilled lazily across their bed, warming Remus’ hip and thigh and soaking into his skin.

* * *

BANG BANG BANG- “DON’T YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS WHEN YOU LOCK THIS DOOR!” BANG BANG BANG. Remus shot up, sleep falling off of him with the white sheet as he whipped around to the closed door, James’ yells issuing from its other side.

“Ah crap we fell asleep,” Remus said weakly, running a hand over his face and rubbing the sleep aggressively from his eyes.

“Mm,” Sirius hummed, seeming a great deal less concerned. “Didn’t you have Arithmancy?” Remus chuckled lightly.

“Oh well,” he shrugged.

Quickly he got up, grabbing clothes for himself and Sirius as James continued to pound on the door, words like common space, sexual deviants, and need to pee, issuing through the thick wood.

“Keep your knickers on!” Sirius yelled back, wrenching on some joggers and a t-shirt and padding to the door, tapping the handle with his wand to remove the locking charms Remus had placed earlier. James burst through the door in a whirl of robes and limbs.

“Move move move move move,” he shot past both of them and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

“Charming,” Sirius shook his head, laughing, a wide smile on his mouth that made Remus’ heart swell.

“Ah christ,” Remus glanced down at his watch, “I have History of Magic next, I really do have to go,”

“Go Moons,” Sirius said happily, helping himself to a chocolate frog, “I’ll see you later yeah?”

“Of course,” Remus grabbed up his book bag and leaned over, pulling Sirius close by his waistband and kissing him deeply, “I’ll see you at dinner.”

“But I’m already so full,” Sirius replied suggestively, biting his lip. Remus let a low groan escape his mouth just as James yelled ‘I CAN BLOODY HEAR YOU,’ from the confines of the bathroom. Laughing, Sirius pushed Remus playfully out the door, smacking his arse on his way out.

* * *

“Gentlemen,” Sirius grinned widely, looking around at his fellow Marauders, “today’s the day!” he pronounced happily, a feral glint in his eye. Remus fought a smile.

“Quite right Messer Padfoot,” James waggled his eyebrows excitedly. The four of them were gathered at the breakfast table, finalising the last-minute preparations for the Halloween prank.

“And we can get away with the costumes?” Pete asked somewhat anxiously. Sirius clapped him heartily on the back.

“Of course we will Pete, Dex is all over it.”

“Can’t believe you lot have resorted to outsourcing pranks,” James shook his head ruefully as Remus shrugged unconcernedly.

“Work smarter not harder Prongs,” he said easily, “anyway Dex is helping out so people don’t know we’re up to something. If you and Padfoot trumpeted through the corridors that everyone needs to wear costumes this year people probably wouldn’t even turn up to the feast out of fear.” James smirked and nodded, conceding the point.

“Hello boys,” Mary approached looking satisfied with herself, Lily close behind her.

“Evans!” James greeted enthusiastically, pulling the girl into her lap and immediately beginning what looked to be a thorough snogging session.

“God,” Mary rolled her eyes away from the pair. Remus was inclined to do the same but after what had happened with Prongs yesterday he didn’t feel as though he had much standing in that department.

“You got a date for Hogsmeade Mare?” Sirius asked happily, pouring Remus another coffee. Mary grinned.

“I’m seeing a couple people actually,” she smirked. Sirius chuckled at her.

“Good going MacDonald,” he nodded proudly. Remus shook his head in amusement.

On their way into the little village, James and Lily not-so-subtly split off from the group, Marlene and Peter declared they needed to make a Honeydukes run and darted off, and Mary flounced away to find one of her several dates. Remus and Sirius made straight for the Three Broomsticks, Remus ordering while Sirius scoped out a table.

“Hey Remus,” Remus turned to see the smiling face of Declan Falkner, returning a wide smile at the boy in greeting.

“Dex, hey,” he grinned, “how go the costume preparations?”

“Great,” Dex smiled, “I got all my friends in on it and they didn’t wanna look like losers so they’ve basically bullied all of Ravenclaw into it. That’s bled into Gryffindor and the Hufflepuffs jumped at it so it’s basically just the Slytherins that are the hold outs.”

“Ah well,” Remus shrugged, “getting out whatever’s rammed up the Slytherins’ arses isn’t a feat I would expect of anyone. Not even you.” He smiled widely as Dex laughed, eyes twinkling happily. Remus cleared his throat slightly.

“Shall we discuss further over drinks?” he asked. Dex shrugged with a nod.

“Sure, all my mates are in Zonko’s anyway.” Remus nodded happily, buying the boy a butterbeer and leading him over to the little table Sirius had snagged.

“Hey Dex!” Sirius said excitedly and Remus shot him a small look, causing the boy to turn slightly pink.

“Hey Padfoot,” Dex said easily, slipping into the Marauders’ nicknames effortlessly. It tugged at Remus’ stomach.

“Costumes a go?” Sirius asked excitedly, practically bouncing in his chair.

“Yep,” Dex nodded happily, “thanks for supplying all those masks.” Remus and Sirius grinned at each other.  

“No worries,” Remus said smoothly.

* * *

“Okay are we all set?” James asked seriously, looking around at the other three boys. They were gathered in a rather small broom closet and Remus resisted the urge to roll his eyes. They could’ve done this in the dorm room, but no, that wasn’t mischievous enough. Bloody Padfoot.

“Course we are Prongs,” Sirius clapped him on the shoulder. “We’ve got a crate of those masks in every common room, even Slytherin- thank you Dorcas Meadowes.”

“They’ll all go off when Moony activates them,” Sirius winked at Remus, “enough people will be wearing them that it’ll be pandemonium. Then it’ll be me and you Prongsie.” James nodded excitedly.

“Meanwhile Wormy plants these babies,” Sirius pulled out one of the little pods from his pocket, “and poof,” Sirius finished with a wide grin.

“You sure you don’t wanna get in on the action Moony?” James asked cheerfully and Remus smirked at him.

“I already turn into a monster once a month, I’m good thanks,” he said sardonically and Sirius rubbed his lower back for just a moment. Remus softened slightly and smiled sideways at him, so completely filled with love for the boy.

“Alright I can hear people starting to come down for the feast,” James nodded. “Masks on lads.”

* * *

It was utter pandemonium. They had chosen the entrance hall rather than the great hall for maximum impact, all of the students were standing, milling around rather than sitting at their tables. Remus had just waved his wand behind his back, activating all the masks that at least half of the Hogwarts cohort had donned for the occasion. Upon activation the masks had stuck to the faces of the wearers and come to life, animal masks roaring and snarling, devil masks cackling, clown masks also cackling, and somehow more unnervingly than the devil ones. It was mayhem. But that was just phase one. Having done his part, Remus leaned against a wall of the entrance hall. His bird mask squawked on his face, but he paid it no mind, settling in to watch the show. See, Remus’, Pete’s and every other mask were charmed merely to come to life, stick to the wearer's face and make some noise. James and Sirius’ masks, however- ROAR- Remus’ eyes snapped up, gleeful. There was a massive dragon, and next to it an enormous griffin. It was glorious. Students were screaming, scattering desperately. Next for Peter’s part.

“AAAAHH,” Peter screamed bloody murder, pointing at the two massive creatures circling each other and snarling in the entryway, “WE’RE GONNA TURN INTO OUR MASKS!!” and then it was absolutely pandemonium.

People were screaming, trying to wrench the masks off their faces, trying to curse their friends’ off or otherwise free themselves from what they believed to be their impending transformations. Just then Sirius and James leapt at each other, crashing through the double doors of the great hall and rolling around in a spectacular battle, snarling at each other and crashing together in a flurry of teeth and claws, fighting all over the Slytherin table, absolutely demolishing it and all the food sitting atop it. Out of the corner of his eye, Remus caught Pete dropping James’ patented menagerie pods. They had been Remus’ idea but James was by far the best at Transfiguration and had figured out how to actually get them to work.

With a second flick of his wand, Remus activated the pods, all of them exploding into giant creatures. None of them substantial enough to hurt anybody but solid enough to feel realistic, their roars and screeches echoing out over the crowd.

“GET THE MASKS OFF,” Peter screamed, “WE’RE TRANSFORMING!” Remus was doubled up with laughter, tears leaking out from under his mask. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Dumbledore striding forward and flicked a quick alarm spell Sirius and James’ way where they were still thrashing over the Slytherin table. Another flick of his wand sent the spectral creatures barrelling at the teachers table in distraction, a third deactivating the masks, leaving his fellow Marauders enough time to slip into the crowd unnoticed, trading over their masks for something different and reappearing, exalting the outlandishness of what they had just witnessed.

People all around them were wrenching masks off and casting them away, the creatures had dissipated into nothing and Dumbledore was instructing the Slytherins to join the other three tables while their table was restored and more food made for them. Remus, James, Sirius and Peter sauntered over to the Gryffindor table, cackling with laughter and soaking up the congratulations from the students around them. None of them in on the prank, though all of them wise enough to assume it was of the Marauders’ doing.  

“Well that was wild,” Dex said happily, passing by them on his way to the Ravenclaw table, looking glorious in a rather revealing toga, a crown of golden olive leaves around his head.

“Crazy!” Sirius replied with a laugh, “who could’ve done such a thing?!” Several Slytherins shot him death glares in response to that. Remus shook with laughter as the Slytherins stood at the head of the room, looking between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables with distaste. Eventually, the majority of them settled at the Ravenclaw table, with only Dorcas Meadowes seating herself at the Gryffindor table, next to Marlene.

“I would call that a roaring success,” James smiled widely, clapping Peter on the back.

“Party in the common room tonight!” Sirius asserted loudly, sitting quickly back down at the look Professor McGonagall flashed him.

* * *

The party was already in full swing by the time Remus stumbled in, choking with laughter as Pete re-enacted McGonagall’s reaction to the prank, their arms laden with food from the kitchens and bottles of firewhisky from their impressive stash in the Honeydukes tunnel.

“There you are Moony, Wormy!” James boomed, bouncing over to them and relieving them of their wares, taking them to a small table with Lily to set up. Sirius, Remus noticed, was over by the record player, lining up the music for the night, talking to a certain seventh year Ravenclaw.

“Hi,” Remus said quietly as he approached, Sirius turning to smile rakishly at him.

“Great job with the masks!” he nodded at Dex, who was looking nothing short of enthralling in his toga, his golden-brown skin gleaming softly in the low common room light. Remus and Sirius had changed into different costumes following the feast. Sirius was now dressed as some kind of sexy, punk vampire and Remus was dressed as a dementor. Lily had curled her lip slightly and told him it was a bit offensive. Sirius had laughed her off and said it was hilarious.

“Thanks Remus,” Dex smiled widely, eyes flicking down to the drink in his hand.

“Helping this one pick the music?” he asked dryly, nudging Sirius, who rolled his eyes.

“I have great taste in music Moons,” he said, affronted. Dex laughed loudly.

“I’m merely offering moral support,” the boy smiled and Remus smiled back, infused with his infectious affability.

The three of them talked for a little while longer, all getting progressively more tipsy as they did so. Remus was surprised to realise that Sirius, usually the person in the middle of the dancefloor, the centre of attention, had spent the majority of a Gryffindor rager huddled in a corner in conversation. It made his lips quirk up at the corners.

“I think I made a smashing dragon,” Sirius said happily, tossing his hair dramatically over his shoulder. Dex nodded amusedly.

Remus knocked Sirius with his hip, rolling his eyes as he reached up to tug at the boy’s hair. He caught Dex’s eyes on them, slightly wide and questioning. Instead of pulling away or smoothing the moment over, Remus left his hand there. Everyone at the party was far too gone to notice the three boys in the corner anyway. Dex’s eyes widened and he glanced at Remus’ face. Remus allowed a small smirk to unfurl at the corners of his mouth, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly. Dex’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes darted to Sirius, who was regarding him from under half lids, leaning into Remus' grip at the back of his head. His eyes darted back to Remus, widening slightly in question. Remus merely lifted his eyebrows slightly, parting his lips and running his tongue swiftly along the bottom one. The corners of Dex’s mouth pulled down as if in appreciation, and Remus caught the grin growing on Sirius’ face.

“Hey Pads,” Remus said, voice low and full of meaning, “didn’t you have that record upstairs you wanted for the party?”

“Oh yeah,” Sirius nodded, a twinkle in his eye, “did you wanna come help me find it Dex?”

“Sure,” Dex smirked with a small shrug, turning and following Sirius to the stairwell, shooting Remus the smallest of winks. Holy shit. Remus’ thoughts raced away from him as he considered what was happening. He only hoped his Halloween costume disguised how fucking hard he was- stiff as a rod. He quickly scoped out James in the crowd.

“Hey Prongs,” he said sharply, catching the boy’s attention.

“Heyyy Moony,” James slurred, clearly already halfway passed drunk and into wasted. Remus chuckled.

“Hey mate, yeah look I need a favour.” James’ eyes narrowed.

“What?” he asked suspiciously.

“Can you and Wormy find other sleeping arrangements for tonight,” he grinned and James groaned loudly, head falling back between his shoulder blades.

“Are you fucking serious?” he moaned and Remus smirked.

“Literally, yes,” he replied and James punched him rather hard on the arm.

“Gross Moony,” he admonished, shaking his head. Remus chuckled, unabashed.

“Ugh, fine,” James nodded, “I’ll tell Wormy. But only because you’d probably do whatever you’re gonna do anyway and I don’t want you to scar the poor boy for life.” Remus laughed happily.

“Ah, you know us so well Prongs,” he said heartily, clapping his friend on the back, “anyway just go bunk up somewhere with Lily, I’m sure you’ll be just fine.” James rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah go have fun you little pervert,” he shoved Remus and Remus didn’t need to be told twice. Pumping his eyebrows at James who grimaced in disgust, Remus bounded over to the stairwell, snagging a bottle of something on his way, taking a deep breath and rolling his shoulders, scrunching his hand up repeatedly. Well, let’s see what happens.

* * *

Sirius walked slowly up the stairs, extremely conscious of Dex shadowing close behind him.

“So what’s this record you wanted to get?” the boy asked around a wide smile and Sirius shrugged noncommittally.

“Something more mellow for when everyone’s danced out,” he replied easily, leading Dex into the boys’ dorm and crossing over to his record player. They were using Mary’s for the party. It was louder and cheaper and she never cared if people spilled butterbeer on it.

“Why don’t you have a look,” Sirius suggested, hand waving over to his record collection. Dex shrugged and approached the pile, sifting through the sleeved vinyls.

“How about this?” he asked. Sirius walked over to him with a satisfied smile.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “good choice, chuck it on,”

“Okay,” Dex shrugged, setting the record down on the player and bringing the needle over.

Just then the door opened and Moony walked though, a bottle of firewhisky in one hand and a nervous smile on his face. Turning quickly, he shut the door, tapping it with his wand and no doubt putting all sorts of locking and silencing charms on it. Sirius smiled widely.

“Drink?” Remus asked the room, magicking three glasses from thin-air and pouring a measure of firewhisky into each one. Sirius and Dex walked forward and accepted them with small smiles.

“We should play truth or dare,” Sirius suggested as he felt the whisky coat his tongue, burning pleasantly.

“Alright,” Dex shrugged happily, wide smile back in place, perpetually at ease.

“Great,” Sirius grinned, waving his wand at his and Remus’ beds so that they sprang together and jumping on, making himself comfortable. He saw Remus’ tiny eyeroll and could practically hear his thoughts- ‘real subtle Sirius.’  

Dex settled himself at the foot of the beds, kicking off his shoes and stretching his legs out comfortably. Sirius felt a thrill at how relaxed the boy seemed. Remus, too, climbed onto the bed, sitting opposite Dex, against his pillow, with Sirius sprawled out between them.

“Truth or Dare?” Sirius asked Dex, a grin playing at his lips. Dex regarded him for a second.

“Truth,” he answered.

“Okay,” Sirius nodded, “who do you think’s hotter, me or Moony?” Remus rolled his eyes. Dex just chuckled, looking between the two appraisingly.

“Remus,” he said at last and Sirius nodded appreciatively, the boy had good taste. “It’s the tall thing.” Remus spluttered slightly, taken aback and Sirius grinned widely.

“Tough call though,” Dex expanded, eyes flicking between the two of them. Sirius licked his lips.

“Sirius truth or dare?” Remus asked, eyes burning with that dark fire they sometimes got. It sent shivers down Sirius’ spine.

“Dare,” he replied.

“Take off your shirt,” Remus smiled. Sirius grinned slightly and obliged, unembarrassed.

“Too easy,” he teased, relishing in the way both boys’ eyes were travelling hungrily over his chest.

“Remus truth or dare?” Dex asked easily, settling his back against one of the bed posts. Remus smiled.

“Dare,” he responded.

“Kiss Sirius,” Dex grinned and Remus bit his lip against a smile.

“What a lovely dare,” he murmured, placing a hand under Sirius’ jaw and pulling him close, kissing him softly, biting his lip just a little. Sirius fought the urge to moan under his touch.

“Dex?” Remus asked, pulling away slightly but keeping his hand on Sirius’ face, moving it so that it was threaded in his hair.

“Truth,” Dex answered.

“Hm, tell us what you’re fantasising about right now,” Sirius grinned. Dex’s eyes roamed over the two of them and the boy licked his lips.

“I was thinking about Sirius sucking me off while Remus played with my arse,” he said easily, a lazy smile over his face. Sirius’ breath hitched.

“Mm, he does have such a pretty mouth doesn’t he,” Remus murmured, bringing Sirius’ face up and running his nose along his cheekbone. Sirius’ breaths shallowed slightly and he could feel his cheeks flush with colour.

“Very pretty,” Dex nodded. Sirius looked down, feeling suddenly shy for some reason.

“Sirius truth or dare?” Dex asked and Sirius blinked.

“Dare,” he replied. He always picked dare.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” Dex grinned and Sirius blushed again, feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious.

“Okay,” he breathed, hopping off the bed and tugging his pants down, along with his boxers, kicking it all off to the side and sliding back onto the bed, noticing the way two pairs of eyes were taking him in, were looking at his cock, flushed and pink and hard against his belly. Sirius looked away, feeling utterly exposed.

“Remus,” Dex murmured, eyes wrenching away from Sirius’ body and onto Remus’ face.

“Dare,” the boy said calmly. Moony always chose dare too.

“I dare you to kiss me.” Remus’ face fell into a wide, greedy smile and he shuffled forward, one hand braced on Sirius’ knee as he leaned in.

“Such lovely dares,” he said happily, voice low and honeyed in the way that would have Sirius doing absolutely anything he asked. Sirius watched wide-eyed as the two boys kissed, Remus cupping Dex’s face in the way he always did Sirius’. It made Sirius’ stomach flip and writhe.

“Truth or dare,” Remus said huskily as they broke away. Dex’s eyes flicked over Sirius and back to Remus.

“Dare,” the boy said, voice even and relaxed. Remus smiled.

“I dare you to do the first thing you thought of doing when you saw Sirius’ naked body,” Remus replied darkly. Sirius’ stomach squirmed as he felt the blood rush simultaneously to his face and his dick.

“Mkay,” Dex smiled, reaching a hand out and wrapping it around Sirius’ wrist, dragging him forward gently, “c’mere.” Sirius allowed himself to be pulled forward, feeling a jerk of surprise as Dex laid him out over his lap, cock trapped helplessly between the boy’s legs and his own torso as Dex’s other hand palmed Sirius’ arse. Suddenly, Sirius heard a loud slap and felt a sharp sting, gasping as Dex brought his hand down on the swell of Sirius’ arse cheek. A small whine escaped his mouth. He felt Remus’ hand squeezing his, tapping his fingers in the way that reminded him what to do if he wanted to stop. Sirius squeezed back reassuringly. He definitely didn’t want to stop.

“Mm,” Dex nodded, eyes wandering Sirius’ body as he kneaded the soft flesh where he’d spanked him, “wanted to see it go red like that.” Sirius heard the soft breath escape Remus’ mouth at his words.

“Truth or dare, Sirius,” Dex looked down at him, threading his fingers through his hair in the same way Remus had earlier. Sirius’ head felt light and floaty.

“Mm, truth,” he mumbled.

“On a scale of one to thirty,” Remus said intently, voice low and menacing, hand running up the inside of Sirius’ thigh, “how much do you love getting spanked?”

Sirius felt his dick twitch desperately against Dex’s thigh, saw the boy smirk down at him knowingly.

“Th-thirty,” Sirius stammered, struggling to keep his head clear. Remus made a low, satisfied noise.

“Truth or dare Dex?” Remus murmured,

“s’not his turn,” Sirius mumbled in protest and was roundly ignored.

“Dare,”

“I dare you to give Sirius what he wants,” Remus smiled, “thirty times.” Sirius gasped slightly, hips bucking as he tried to wriggle froward, Dex’s hands coming down to his hips and holding him firmly in place.

“Will you count for me gorgeous?” Dex asked happily, warm brown eyes meeting Sirius’, full of hunger and mischief. Sirius nodded helplessly.

“Mm, good boy,” Remus said encouragingly, running a soft hand over Sirius’ red face and brushing his thumb over Sirius’ cheek. He brought the hand down to Sirius’, fingers tapping again, you okay? Sirius squeezed back. I’m okay.

SMACK  

“O-one,” Sirius mumbled,

SMACK  

“Two-o,” he nodded slightly, head lolling against the sheets as Dex rubbed over the sting, soothing it and admiring the sharp bloom of red.

SMACK

“Three,” Sirius breathed, already feeling his head rush away, clouds rolling in as everything began to phase out. He felt the sharp stings and forced himself to count, pushing the words out each time. Anytime he faltered or paused, Remus’ hand was there, fingers squeezing and tapping, I got you, you’re safe, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.

SMACK

“Count baby,” Remus’ voice melted into his year, liquid gold.

“T-twenty th-th-thre-e” Sirius stammered, barely coherent. Remus hummed low.

“Good boy.”

“Looks so good all red,” Dex said happily, running his hands over Sirius’ arse.

“What do you say baby?” Remus prompted, hand squeezing Sirius’ thigh.

“Th-thank you,” Sirius choked out, feeling the tears gather in his eyes as Dex brought his hand down again.

SMACK

“T-twenty eight,”

“Doing so well,” Dex said encouragingly, fingers scratching soothingly though Sirius’ hair.

Sirius could only nod limply, eyes watering, his heartbeat pulsing loudly through his arse and into his cock, now leaking earnestly onto Dex’s lap.

SMACK

“Th-thirty,” Sirius gasped, eyes flying wide as the tears fell. Dex’s hand was rubbing soothing circles over his arse as Remus held his face gently.

“You did so well baby,” he murmured gently, “so good for me,” Sirius nodded loosely against his hands.

“Colour baby,”

“Green,” Sirius moaned slightly, burying his face in Remus’ hands and letting the tears fall freely down his cheeks. “Green,” he breathed. Remus smiled widely at him, pride and approval shining out of his face. It made Sirius’ cock ache to be touched.

“T-truth or dare,” Sirius mumbled at Remus, whose smiled widened as he chuckled fondly.

“Incorrigible, you are,” he said delightedly, pumping his eyebrows at Dex who laughed happily as well, hands still pressing away the sting on his cheeks.

“Truth,” Remus murmured, and the momentousness of it wasn’t lost on Sirius. He was choosing vulnerability over nerve, baring himself in appreciation of what Sirius was giving.

“What do you wanna see?” Sirius asked quietly, managing a wolfish smile through the haze and tears, which had slowed now. Remus bit his lip, eyes raking the two boys in front of him.

“I dunno,” he said softly, “I have such a pretty picture in front of me right now.”

“S’not the game,” Sirius chided weakly, bringing a hand up to bat Remus knee.

“Okay, okay baby,” Remus reassured him, snatching up his hand and rubbing soothing circles onto his knuckles.

“I wanna see you fuck yourself open on a toy while Dex fucks your face,” he said eventually. His voice was even, level, but Sirius knew it was a question, knew Remus was pushing the limits, seeing what Sirius wanted, offering it to him but leaving it in his hands. Sirius nodded.

“Kiss me,” Sirius said quietly and Remus did. Soft and sweet and a little desperate. It made Sirius all the more eager to please him. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, and then back onto his haunches, bringing a hand up to Dex’s face. “Your turn.”

Dex leaned forward to kiss him and it brought Sirius back from the edge with a delicious snap. The boy’s mouth was soft, softer than Moony’s and he kissed gently, none of the teeth that Remus and Sirius usually had. He slid his tongue delicately across Sirius’ bottom lip, humming into the kiss and tasting like whisky. It buzzed in Sirius’ head.

“Mm alcohol please,” Sirius requested quietly, parting his lips as Remus brought the tumbler to his mouth, pouring only a small measure of firewhisky down his throat. It wasn’t much, but it would help with the shaking. Sirius smiled thankfully, kissing Remus and letting some of the liquid flow between them.

“Moony, you need to do it, I couldn’t transfigure a thimble right now,” Sirius mumbled and Remus laughed throatily, bringing up his wand and causing a thick suction dildo to appear on the floor by the bed. Sirius thanked him with a small smile and crawled towards it, tumbling none-too-gracefully off the bed and onto the stone floor.

“Pads!” Remus jumped after him, righting him and shaking his head disapprovingly, “tell me if you’re gonna do something like that, I’ll help you.”

“I’ve got it Moony,” Sirius smiled, feeling his want building ever more now as he came down from the high of the spanking, his arse growing sorer by the second.

Sirius shuffled over to the toy and regarded it for a moment. Remus hadn’t been stingy. He gulped slightly and reached out a hand for their bottle of lube, Remus flicking it over to him with his wand. Sirius smiled gratefully at him.

Slowly, and extremely aware of the other two’s eyes on him, Sirius poured the lube over the toy, hand slicking it thoroughly, fingers only just able to close around its girth, before he put some more lube on his fingers and drew his hand between his legs.

“Uh, uh,” Remus tutted form the bed, now reclining languidly, “so we can see.” Blushing furiously, Sirius turned slightly, his knees pressed down into the stone floor as his chest came down. He braced himself with his shoulders and one hand as he moved his other hand to his entrance, his arse high in the air and on complete display, the cool air from the open window hitting the raw, abused skin and causing it to smart deliciously. Slowly, and feeling their eyes on him as he did so, Sirius worked his fingers into his hole, stretching it out and pushing them deeper, knuckle by knuckle until his hand was pressed uncomfortably up against his tailbone. He scissored his fingers apart, stretching and twisting until he could add a third, trying not to allow himself to feel too self-conscious of what he was putting on display. He could hear Remus and Dex talking to each other in low tones behind him but couldn’t make out the words. Only that they sounded hungry.

As soon as he thought he would be able to take the toy, Sirius began to manoeuvre. His knees were already crying out in protest from the hard stone, and he was sure they would be covered in mottled bruises come tomorrow. Sometimes Remus would cast softening charms on the floor for him, but not today. Sirius could tell Remus wasn’t feeling too invested in being gentle today.

Slowly, Sirius positioned himself above the toy, facing the two boys on the bed and somewhat surprised to see them both grasping their cocks in their hands, stroking lazily as they watched Sirius. It made him blush deeply again.

Taking a deep breath, Sirius lowered himself down onto the toy. He felt the girth of it stretch his hole and knew he probably should have prepared more. But his cock was straining with want and he needed something to fill him up before he imploded completely.

“Fuck,” Dex murmured, eyes wide as Sirius lowered himself slowly, inch by burning inch, willing himself to take all of the toy, forcing himself to relax as it filled him up. Remus grinned wickedly.

“Isn’t he such a good boy,” he asked conversationally, as if discussing the weather. Dex nodded slightly.

“You’ve got him well trained,” the boy smirked slightly, eyes darkening with hunger as he glanced over at Remus.

“Mm,” Remus nodded slowly, gaze drifting over Sirius, now kneeling still with the toy buried deep inside of him, hands resting on his knees, open and waiting, breathing through the stretch. Remus groaned slightly, standing up from the bed and walking slowly over to him, hand going to his hair and pulling his face back, regarding him with greedy intent.

“Open up baby,” Remus commanded and Sirius let his mouth fall open, tongue spilling out, waiting. Remus spit relaxedly into his mouth and Sirius stayed perfectly still as the saliva pooled on his tongue. Remus stemmed the flow, snapping his mouth shut with a cruel smile. Sirius kept his open, tongue extended, head tilted back into Remus’ insistent fingers.

“Okay you can swallow now,” Remus said magnanimously, smiling as Sirius finally closed his mouth, swallowing what Remus had given him. Dex was staring wide eyed.

“Very well trained,” the boy breathed eagerly and Sirius felt his cock twitch at the words.

“Mmm, he takes it just like a good boy,” Remus smiled wickedly, “like a good little dog.” Sirius felt his stomach clench.

“You can pat him if you like,” Remus grinned over at Dex, “he’s tame,” Sirius let a small growl escape his throat and Remus laughed at him, fingers scratching his scalp as Remus yanked his head back further. “Supposed to be house broken as well but- I guess not,” Remus was looking at the pool of pre-cum Sirius was leaking onto the stone, tutting in disapproval.

“I think he just got a little over excited,” Dex said charitably as he got up from the bed, walking over to the other two boys and running his hand softly over Sirius’ forehead. Remus relinquished his grasp on Sirius’ hair, taking a small step back before crouching down next to Sirius and with a tap of his wand, conjuring ropes to bind Sirius’ hands together behind his back, pushing a small button into his hand. Sirius knew that if he pressed it or dropped it the button would make a high-pitched sound. Remus had devised it a few months ago after Sirius had tried to call yellow with his hands tied and a gag in his mouth.

“What was it you wanted to see again?” Dex asked teasingly, his eyes twinkling mischievously as his hand brushed over Sirius’ forehead repetitively, pushing his hair away from his face and scratching behind his ear. “Me fucking his face?”

“Mm,” Remus murmured happily, stretching out on the bed again. Dex looked back down at Sirius.

“Open up gorgeous,” he said with a smile and Sirius did so, tongue eagerly rolled out as he forced his jaw wide as he could. Dex groaned.

“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes fluttering as he grasped his cock at the hilt. Sirius was somewhat relieved to see it was slightly smaller than Moony’s, he wasn’t sure if he could handle any bigger. He’d probably choke to death on it. Although, Sirius thought vaguely as Dex guided the tip to sit heavily on his tongue, a pretty good way to go, all things considered.

“Are you gonna behave for our guest?” Remus asked benevolently from the bed and Sirius nodded slightly, bobbing his head forward to catch Dex’s tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before pulling off and licking down his shaft, slicking it up with as much spit as he could before taking it in his mouth again, lips wrapped firmly around his girth.

“Mm, fuck,” Dex’s eyes fluttered as his head leaned back, hands coming up to fist in Sirius’ long hair. “Good boy.” Sirius’ cock jumped at the affirmation and he whined softly around Dex, bobbing his head forward with more vigour than before. Soon Dex found the rhythm, and his hands and hips began to take over from Sirius. Sirius merely focused on relaxing his throat and timing his breathing as Dex fucked into his mouth, the pace deep and punishing. He could feel his eyes begin to run and spit and pre-cum fall down his chin and onto his chest. The toy in his arse was still stretching him painfully and he began rocking on it slightly, bouncing to the tempo of the thrusts in his mouth.

“Look at you,” Dex murmured, voice broken with desire and delirium, “so fucking pretty, just taking what I give you.” Sirius nodded slightly around his cock, the breaths caught in his nose coming out in little puffs.

“Truth or dare Dex,” Remus’ voice surprised Sirius, who hadn’t realised he’d alighted from the bed and walked around to stand behind him. He wanted to turn his head, to see Remus, but he kept himself in place, stretched and suspended, pierced open and useful. He knew it would make Moony proud.

“Fuck, truth,” Dex said brokenly as he continued to fuck down Sirius’ throat.

“What do you want right now?” Remus asked intently, one hand brushing Sirius’ hair out of his face while the other snaked around the back of Dex’s neck, thumb pressing firmly at the base of his jaw as Remus leaned over to kiss him. Dex looked at Remus, eyes wide, lips parted with gasps as he kept thrusting into Sirius, not letting up the tempo.

“I want your fingers,” Dex said finally, eyes darting to Remus’ hand at his neck.  

“Where?” Remus asked darkly, stepping closer. Sirius could see how hard he was.

“In my arse,” Dex said evenly, not breaking the rhythm. Remus nodded curtly, moving to sit behind Dex on the edge of the bed and pushing his hands into the flesh of his arse cheeks, spreading him open.

“Fuck,” Dex’s eyes rolled back into his head and Sirius could see one of Remus’ long, strong hands wrap around his hip, steadying him.

“Don’t stop giving Padfoot what he needs,” Remus cautioned and Dex nodded, a grin on his face.

“Course not,” he winked down at Sirius who whined around his cock, getting a few extra-hard thrusts in response.

Sirius could feel the moment Remus had entered Dex because all of a sudden the thrusts became erratic, jittery and stunted. Dex’s hands fisted tighter than ever in Sirius’ hair and seemed to be holding on for dear life as he continued to fuck forward.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Dex mumbled, legs tense and braced against the stone floor as his eyes rolled in his head. Sirius felt the ropes disappear from his wrists and pressed the button in his hand, holding his thumb down for five seconds to deactivate it before dropping it and bringing his hands up, placing them on the boy’s hips, one of his hands overlapping with Moony’s, their fingers mingling together, holding Dex in place.

“Truth or dare?” Remus asked maliciously, doing something to elicit a low groan from the boy’s mouth.

“Dare.”

“Come on Padfoot’s face,” Remus ordered, clearly picking up the pace because suddenly Dex was barely moving, seemingly only able to hold on for dear life. Sirius took over, bringing one hand to the base of the boy’s shaft and bobbing his head rhythmically, keeping up the same pace as before as his fingers dipped, massaging the boy’s balls with practiced deftness.

“Fuck,” the boy groaned and pulled swiftly out of Sirius’ throat. He felt the burn and hollow emptiness of it for a second before his face was being covered in thick ropes of cum. He closed his eyes and held out his tongue obediently.

“Fuuck,” Dex let out, voice coarse and broken as he placed one steadying hand on Sirius’ shoulder. He jerked forward slightly as the last of the cum pulsed out of his dick, then looked up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly as his eyes cleared. Remus wrapped an arm around the boy’s waist, dragging him back to sit on his lap.

“Aw baby,” Remus said to Sirius over Dex’s shoulder, taking in his absolutely ruined appearance, mouth hot and red and flushed from use, cum all over his face and chest, hair wild and tangled, cock painfully hard and leaking onto the floor and his arse still stretched over the toy. Remus’ mouth quirked up in savage pleasure. “You’re an absolute state.” Sirius nodded limply, head lolling on his neck once again.

“Mm, but it’s such a gorgeous image,” Remus mused, one hand playing with Dex’s braids as the other ran over the boy’s chest, “would hate to waste it. I wanna come looking at it.” Sirius nodded limply.

“You happy to watch baby?” Remus asked gently and Sirius nodded once more, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Remus.

“Come here,” Remus murmured in Dex’s ear, shifting the boy on his lap until he was poised above Remus’ dick.

“This okay?” he asked quietly and Dex nodded before Remus brought his hips down in one, smooth, slow motion. Dex gasped and his eyes flew wide as Remus brought him down inch by inch, impaling him on his fucking massive cock. Sirius watched hungrily through hooded eyes, feeling his brain begin to slip again despite the strain in his own dick.

Remus kept Dex on his lap, back flush against his chest, watching Sirius hungrily all the while over his shoulder. Sirius’ fingers twitched at his thighs but made no move to grasp himself, he knew Remus wouldn’t abide by any unauthorised touching.

“it’s okay baby,” Remus gasped, his forearms tense and flexing as he brought Dex up and down again with practiced ease, “you can touch.” Sirius gasped in relief, his hand flying to his cock, the other shooting out to brace himself on the floor in front of him as he almost fell forward with the break of it all.

“No coming though,” Remus cautioned him darkly and Sirius nodded, eyes sliding in and out of focus as he tried to make sense of the floor in front of him.

“Baby,” Remus’ voice came through firm and clear and Sirius’ eyes darted up.

“Posture baby,” Remus teased, extending one foot from when he sat on the bed and using it to push Sirius’ chest back up into its previous position, “we wanna see you, isn’t that right Dex?”

“Mhm,” Dex nodded, clearly almost as boneless as Sirius as his eyes burned low, regarding Sirius on the floor in front of him with lazy desire. “Too pretty.”

“Mm,” Remus nodded, lips dipping to bite along Dex’s shoulder, “did you hear that baby, far too pretty. That’s why we have to ruin you a little bit. You’re too pretty to not be destroyed.” Sirius gasped, hand working his cock slowly, with little energy as he was nearly wrung out. The toy in his arse was still stretching him, but now he had gotten used to the feeling a bit more he was able to grind more effectively, hitting just the right spot every time and seeing stars.

“Not allowed to come yet baby,” Remus reminded him sternly and Sirius nodded slightly, struggling to keep himself upright as he rocked gently, knees burning and crying out for reprieve.

“Fuck,” Remus’ head fell forward against Dex’s shoulder, “fuck, I-”

“Truth or dare,” Dex panted, bouncing rhythmically on Remus’ lap, landing with soft gasps each time.

“Dare,” Remus growled.

“Come inside me,” Dex murmured and Remus broke, shuddering and rocking, clutching the boy against him so tight it wrenched a gasp of pain from Dex’s lips.

“Fuck,” Remus groaned against Dex’s back, “fuuuck,”

“Mm,” Dex hummed satisfactorily. “Good?” Remus huffed a laugh, pressing his forehead into the boy’s shoulder blade.

“Fuck, gimme a second.” Seeing Remus so undone had Sirius so close to the edge that he had to stop moving his hand altogether, merely circling his fingers at the base of his shaft and pinching tight, stilling on the toy and willing himself not to come, not to disobey his orders.

“Fuck,” Remus looked up at last, face clearing slightly as he gently pulled out of Dex, pushing the boy softly into the mattress before shakily getting to his feet and crouching before Sirius.

“Hey baby,” he said softly, bringing a hand up to push Sirius’ sweat soaked hair off his face.

“You’ve done so well,” he said gently, “so so good for me, I wanna make you feel good now,”

Sirius nodded slackly, unable to so much as support his head. Remus circled him in his arms and gently lifted him off the toy. Sirius’ legs were completely dead underneath him and Remus pulled him against his chest, carrying him to the bed as if he weighed nothing and laying him down next to Dex. Remus slid onto the covers behind him and reached a hand down, taking over for Sirius and stroking his cock.

“Oh baby you did so well,” he said softly. “Truth or dare?” he whispered.

“Truth,” Sirius breathed.

“What do you want?” Remus asked intently, meeting eyes with Dex over Sirius’ body. Sirius thought about it for a second. Even though he felt entirely wrung out, used and aching, he also felt awfully empty. He looked back up at Remus with wide eyes.

“I want you to fuck me,” he breathed, “and I want Dex to get me off.”

“Mm,” Remus hummed his approval, glancing over at Dex who nodded eagerly, licking his lips. “One second baby.” Remus pulled away for a moment and then he was back. With a few taps of his wand he was hard again and Sirius was completely slick. Murmuring softly in Sirius’ ear, Remus pulled his hips back gently, lining up his cock with his entrance and pushing in slowly. Though Sirius was already so stretched out from the toy it was still a delicious burn as Remus pushed into him, his cock so utterly perfectly made to slide into Sirius’ arse.

“This good?” Remus asked quietly and Sirius nodded his head. Meanwhile Dex had shuffled down on the bed, face level with Sirius’ cock and opened his mouth, taking him oh so sweetly with a sure and practiced tongue, one hand around his shaft and one at his balls and oh Sirius felt so unbelievably incredible. He didn’t do anything. He didn’t have to. He merely let himself fall into the sensations. Remus filling him up and rocking into him, embracing him from behind and trailing kisses and gentle bites all down his neck and shoulders and Dex taking him, surrounding his cock with his hot, tight mouth and attending to it like a religion. Sirius gasped and moaned and floated away on the fullness of it, allowing himself to be utterly taken over.

“Ask permission when you wanna come baby,” Remus reminded him, voice low and firm in his ear and Sirius nodded slightly.  

Soon Remus had established an unyielding rhythm and Dex was matching it eagerly, Sirius rocking forward with each thrust into the boy’s mouth. The wholeness of it was all too much for Sirius all at once and he gasped desperately.

“Now- now!” he panted.

“Manners baby!” Remus scolded roughly, delivering a hard, stinging slap to the round of his arse.

“Please,” Sirius nearly screamed, “please can I come Moony please!?” He could already feel himself breaking, unravelling at the edges, and tried to force himself to keep holding out.

“Come for me baby,” Remus growled and Sirius did, every thought in his head falling to pieces like a lynchpin had been removed and he tumbled down, down through the darkness in his mind. His vision giving way to spots and stars as his hips jittered froward, held firmly in place by Remus’ hand as he broke completely and then melted.  

“Good boy,” Remus praised, brushing Sirius’ hair out of his face, “you’re such a good boy Pads.” Sirius moaned softly, too far gone to do anything else. He felt a hand on his face and looked up to see Dex smiling widely at him, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on Sirius’ lips, mingling their spit and cum and desire, smiling against his teeth.

“Very good boy,” he agreed, reaching up to thread his fingers in Sirius’ hair just as Remus wrapped his arms around his waist.

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Remus woke sometime later and found himself fully alert. So close to the full it was honestly lucky that he’d managed to sleep so much in the first place. He turned his head and looked over at the two boys lying fast asleep and peaceful, covers twisted up around hips and naked skin glowing softly in the bright moonlight. He disentangled himself gently from Sirius, the boy’s hair an unruly black mess beneath him, curling over his face and shoulders. Remus took a moment to brush it away, letting his fingers trail lightly over the boy’s perfect cheekbone. He looked up to see warm, brown eyes watching him sleepily through the dark.

“Sorry,” Remus breathed.

“Light sleeper,” Dex replied, voice barely a whisper. Remus shot him a grin, jerking his head at the window and drawing out his packet of fags.

“Go on then,” Dex smiled affably, extracting himself delicately from the bed and going so far as to tuck a pillow under Sirius’ outstretched arm to replace his own body. Remus smiled softly at the gesture.

The two boys crept silently to the windowsill, yanking on boxers as they went, and sat on the wide ledge, Remus shoving the window open with the heel of his hand and drawing out a cigarette with his teeth.

“Will we wake him?” Dex asked quietly and Remus shook his head. Sirius slept like the dead. Especially after a night like that.

Remus snapped his fingers to light the fag in his mouth and took a long, much needed drag, feeling the smoke fill his lungs and settle somewhere down inside him, along with the deep-rooted pleasure he’d found somewhere along the way. He passed it to Dex.

“Well,” Remus murmured, grinning slyly at the boy, who brought the cigarette casually to his lips as he admired the dim view of the Hogwarts grounds, “that was unexpected.” Dex huffed a quiet laugh.

“Was it?” he murmured, cocking an eyebrow. “From where I’m sitting it seemed kind of inevitable.” Remus chuckled slightly.

“Inevitable?”

“Well from the way both of you were looking at me,” he grinned impishly. “Though I wasn’t sure if you were together or not.” Remus shook his head, a wide smile on his face.

“Hm, noticed that did you?” he said quietly. Dex jerked his head slightly in an almost apologetic nod. Remus huffed a quiet laugh from his nose.

“Are you glad you did it?” he asked, voice even but slightly tight, hanging on in anticipation for the answer. Dex merely let his face fall into a wide, easy smile.

“No complaints,” he winked and Remus knocked his hip with his knee, shaking his head slightly.

“You two are really good together,” he added, looking between Remus and the dark smudge that was Sirius sprawled across two beds. Remus smiled to himself, soft and peaceful.

“I s’pose,” he replied quietly. Dex smiled at him as though he knew exactly how Remus was feeling.

“I see the way you take care of him,” he said gently. Remus pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, a small smile growing in the corners of his mouth.

“He deserves it,” he murmured softly. “He deserves everything.” Dex fixed him with a warm stare, a moment of quiet understanding flowing between them.

“I’m glad I got to be a part of that,” he said at last, passing Remus the fag, who tapped it over the edge of the stone sill and brought it to his lips.

“I’m sure Sirius would be keen to do it again sometime,” Remus smiled. Dex pumped his eyebrows suggestively.

“Sounds fun.”

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