Of Stubbornness and Furry Dogs

Of Stubbornness and Furry Dogs.

"Sirius for the last time I don't want to do it with a dog!!" Remus exclaimed, pushing his lover away from him, even though his body would have rather Sirius kept on doing what he was doing. He wondered why Sirius always chose that moment to talk about such stuff. But of course, he already knew why. Sirius knew very well that a pre-orgasmicky Moony was much easier to convince than a book-reading one.

"But it won't be a dog, really," Sirius said patiently, taking on his most seductive voice. "It'll be me!"

"You'll still be a dog," Remus pointed out, looking genuinely scared for his lover's sanity.

"Please, pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...please?"

"Why do you even want to try that, for Merlin's sake?!" Remus asked with a frown, covering his naked body from the sudden cold with the discarded bed sheets.

Sirius shrugged, the way he would always do at the most inappropriate times. "Just coz. Haven't you ever wondered about it?"

"No!" Remus exclaimed, backing away from his lover, who was trying to straddle him.

"Well, you should have," Sirius said matter-of-factly, now effectively sitting in Remus' lap, the sheets nothing more but a white bundle around Remus' feet.

"I don't think I sho..." Remus sighed. "Sirius, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice wavering.

Sirius looked up from the matter at hand and grinned. "I would think it obvious."

Remus could only moan in reply.

Sirius continued doing what he was doing for a few blissful minutes, with Remus leaning, abandoned, against the bed frame, eyes closed and lips parted in a silent sigh of pleasure. And then...

"What the..." Remus yelped. "Get your paws away from me!!"

A big wet tongue licked his face, Padfoot's front paws resting heavily on Remus' shoulders.

"Bad...doggy..." Remus said, trying to push the dog away from him, without success; "...go...away..." Remus gave up, then glared into the dog's bright eyes. "Sirius, I swear to all that is holy..."

But Padfoot only started making pleading little dog sounds, like Remus had just threatened to hit him. Remus shook his head. "If you think that will work..." Padfoot whined more, and Remus' eyes slowly widened as realisation sank in. "You're not really thinking I'll let you do it, are you?" he asked, feeling his heart beating faster with panic.

A wet snout nudged Remus' cheek, making him smile in spite of himself. But then his eyes drifted down, and a squeaking sound escaped his mouth.

"Ohmygod...Sirius, you are not putting that thing into my body, even if I have to kill you to make you stop!" he yelled, and stronger from anger he managed to shove the big black growling dog away.

Sirius fell on his back, legs spread open rather deliciously in front of Remus; he was very naked, very aroused, and very ruffled.

"You're really no fun," he mumbled, sitting up and crossing his legs so that Remus still had an eyeful. He smirked when Remus' eyes got stuck in that direction, his tongue unconsciously peeking out to lick his lips. But then Remus shook his head and forced his eyes to travel back up, looking completely flabbergasted.

"No fun?" he croaked, unbelieving. "But... but you...you..."

"We've done it when you're Moony," Sirius interrupted. "I don't see the difference!!"

Remus gaped at him for a second or two, then put on his teacher-face, talking to his best friend like he was a particularly slow child. "The difference, you freak--" his lips curled up, but he quickly forced them back down, "--is that this time one of us would be human!"

Sirius shrugged again, looking unconcerned.

Remus sighed. "For Merlin's sake, you were drooling on me! I don't see what's sexy in that!"

This time, Sirius smiled, then crawled the few inches back to Remus' body, looking ready to pounce. Then his tongue was lapping at the gap of Remus' collarbone, his hands massaging the sides of Remus' waist. When Remus sighed again, from undisguised pleasure this time, Sirius peeked up at him, grinning. "You don't mind when I do it, usually..."

"That's...so not...the same..." Remus managed to say between soft gasps, his hands unconsciously plunging into Sirius' hair, keeping his head where it was.

Then Sirius' teeth were replacing his tongue, and Remus groaned. "You do know that I will try again, right?" Sirius whispered between two playful bites, his hands sliding lower.

Remus moaned, then took a deep breath and said: "As long as you warn me first, I'll always..." His eyes widened and he quickly corrected himself, his voice much louder. "No that's so not what I wanted to say!"

But Sirius was already smirking at him, his eyes gleaming in quite a worrying way.

*~*~*~*

A few weeks later, after many more sneaky attempts...

Sirius, who had only been pretending to read anyway, threw his magazine to the floor and turned toward his lover, who was engrossed in some old dusty volume, like always.

"Okay, Remus," he said, his tone very business-like. "I've thought about it a lot, and what do you say you top?"

Remus blinked several times, then looked up from his book, more than confused. "What?"

"What do you say you top?" Sirius asked again, looking eager.

Remus couldn't help but smile. "Is that an invitation, Siri?"

But Sirius didn't put on his usual seducing smile, to Remus' surprise. Instead, he asked again, his tone hopeful: "Would you feel less weird about it?"

This time, Remus frowned. "Sirius, I'm not sure I'm following you..." It wasn't like they hadn't switched roles a thousand times already, so he really couldn't see where--

But Sirius' eyes were already twinkling in that way they did every time he wanted something very bad (it usually was Remus), and he kneeled on the bed, grinning. "What do you say I turn into Padfoot and you top?"

Remus' jaw dropped, and he closed his eyes, sighing. "Oh no, not that again," he murmured, not wanting to open his eyes. Why, oh why couldn't Sirius settle down for normal passionate gay sex, just once? Plus, love or no love, the thought of doing it with a dog was enough to wipe away all ounce of excitation from Remus' body.

"Answer me Moony," Sirius said firmly, but still looking as eager as before.

Remus reluctantly opened his eyes and his mouth, ready to say the usual line, "Are you mad?", but by now Sirius had switched to his puppy eyes and this was something that never failed to make certain areas of Remus' body grow sensibly warmer (or to piss the hell out of him, but this never happened while they were in bed). He closed his mouth, then agreed to at least consider the new arrangement. Seeing how intent Sirius was on trying it, anyway, Remus knew he would have to give in at one point or another, or Sirius would drive him mad. These past weeks, Remus often amusingly wondered if the real reason Sirius had escaped from Azkaban hadn't been to try it the doggy-way. He smiled as that very thought crossed his brain once again.

"What are you smiling about?" Sirius asked, almost hopping on the bed with contained (not much) excitement.

"Nothing," Remus said dismissively, shaking his head. He tried to picture how it would be, how it would feel, but he really couldn't.

"So?" Sirius asked after two more seconds, obviously growing wary.

Remus rolled his eyes, and looked back at Sirius, hesitant. Who in their right mind would ever want to trade a very handsome man for a very furry dog?! "I don't know..." he said softly. "I mean...what is it with you and bestiality, anyway?"

Sirius suddenly looked very serious. "Padfoot is a part of me," he said calmly. "I don't see why I couldn't experience you through him, too."

Remus' mouth fell open again; he had to admit the argument was implacable. It would have been even more dumbfounding, though, if Sirius wasn't now smiling proudly at his own statement.

"...you really want to do this?" Remus asked at last, studying his lover's features.

"Yes. ...please?"

Remus closed his book and put it on his bedside table with deliberate slow movements, before turning back to his (suddenly in an advanced state of undress) lover. He almost laughed, then murmured: "I guess..."

He wouldn't have been surprised if Sirius had stood up and jumped on the bed with shouts of victory, and clearly the idea was tempting Sirius at that exact moment, but he settled on a passionate kiss instead, which was fitting Remus just as well. Despite his almost constant state of excitation (about everything and anything), Sirius wasn't exactly happy, what with the compulsory confinement and all, so his obvious joy finished convincing Remus that he could at least give it a shot.

"If you feel too weird," Sirius whispered against Remus' now swollen lips, "we'll stop, I promise. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you."

Remus couldn't help but smile. "I would hope so," he said, his tone mischievous.

The matter at last settled, the two men found themselves looking at each other uncomfortably, neither of them sure about how to start. Remus thought that his lover would have had planned it out by now, but evidently Sirius had been so focused on getting Remus to say "yes" that he had completely overlooked what would follow.

Finally, Remus tentatively said: "Can we make out for a bit, before? I'm not--" But Sirius was ravaging him long before he could finish his sentence.

... ... ...

"Okay, I think we'd better do it n--" the rest of Remus' sentence turned into a strangled shriek, then he breathlessly ordered: "Sirius, if you don't stop this righ..."

Sirius literally jumped away from Remus' very naked and very sweaty body, looking at him with innocent eyes.

"...t now..." Remus finished, trying to breathe again. Which wasn't made easier by the sudden intrusion of Sirius' tongue in his mouth.

"I love you," Sirius whispered against Remus' lips, before scooting away again.

Remus' tense expression melted into a smile. "Me t...uh, actually, let's wait a bit for that, shall we? I'm not sure how I'll feel about you in ten minutes."

Sirius roared with laughter, sending shivers right down Remus' spine, then suddenly there was a black dog sitting on the bed, looking at Remus with eyes gleaming with such hunger that he suddenly felt much too naked. He had heard of people who couldn't stand to have their pets in the room when they were making love; what would they say if they had to make love to their pets?!

He felt a strong urge to back away again, but he suppressed it. Maybe it wouldn't be as traumatizing as he thought. Maybe he wouldn't need that Obliviate charm, after all.

He leaned down and reached out, hesitantly petting the dog's head for a while, trying to grasp the concept of what he was about to do. The soft hairs were gliding between his fingers in a soothing way, and Padfoot started growling low in his throat, which Remus knew was its version of a purr.

Remus pressed his head against Padfoot's neck, taking the familiar scent in, and whispered, smiling slightly: "It feels weird not to be able to kiss you..."

Half a second later he was already wishing he hadn't said it, and Padfoot hadn't even started to lick his face then.

"Yuck!" Remus yelped when Padfoot did start the lapping, pushing at the dog. "Really Sirius, dog saliva ain't doing anything for me, I told you last time!"

Padfoot diligently took his tongue away from Remus' disgusted face, then turned around on the bed, presenting its backside to a very shaky (and wiping his face with the sheets) Remus.

He stared at Padfoot's behind for a few seconds, then coughed. "Okay...Sirius, are you sure you--"

The menacing growl escaping from Padfoot's throat was enough to shut Remus up. He reached out again, stroking the dog's back, and cautiously kneeled behind it, amazed to be still decently excited, despite the very unsettling view.

Suddenly a preposterous thought occurred to him: should he prepare the dog? But then he reminded himself that they had done this as Padfoot and Moony before, and of course without the slightest preparation, so he guessed it would be okay without it. Needless to say the thought relieved him a great deal, as the prospect of putting his fingers inside a dog was even more disturbing than putting his...The dog pressed back again Remus, tickling him in an unexpectedly good way, and Remus' thoughts came to a stand still. Not thinking was probably better for this part, anyway.

He leaned down again, his torso pressing against the dog's soft furry back. The werewolf in him, which had stirred a few minutes before, now awoke completely as the pungent scent of Padfoot invaded Remus' nostrils, and Remus found himself very much aroused again. He also started to understand better what Sirius had said, about Padfoot being a part of him. Moony was a part of him, too, after all. And right then Moony was very eager for Remus to start, just as Padfoot, shifting and growling below him, obviously was.

He reached out to get the lube from Sirius' drawer (it wasn't a coincidence if the tube was on Sirius' side. Remus couldn't count the number of times he had awoken in the middle of the night to teasing caresses from his lover, only to discover that he was already prepared. He sometimes wondered if Sirius had ever done it (done him, more precisely) while he was asleep, but he knew Sirius would never really do that. He was daring and pretty much a brat when it came to sex, but he would never do what he would feel was near-raping his partner) and used it on himself, thinking that it surely couldn't hurt.

Shushing his brain once more, Remus took a shaky breath and slowly pushed forward, trying his hardest to remember that it was Sirius, dark haired mysterious and astonishingly sexy, and not just a roaming dog. As soon as he was in, the discomfort faded away. It wasn't much different from doing it with Sirius, really, only there was fur everywhere under his hands and skin.

Padfoot yelped in a weird high-pitched way Remus had never heard before, and its tail started beating against Remus' side frantically, making him laugh. Then he started moving and his laugh turned into moans. That fur was quite nice, really, he thought as he entangled his fingers into it, scratching the side of Padfoot's neck, below its ear, as he picked up the pace.

It didn't take long. The wolf inside him felt like howling and Padfoot did howl, then yelped, then crumbled under a spent Remus, who pulled out with difficulty, feeling both extremely good and extremely weird. In the end, having enjoyed it was ten thousand times more baffling than if he had been grossed out through the end. He curled up and pressed his face into Padfoot's back, breathing it in again, but suddenly the back was all smooth skin and Remus shifted away, leaving room for Sirius to move if he wanted to.

Sirius jumped out of the bed, to Remus' slight disappointment and wonder, then turned around and gripped the sheets firmly, yanking them away from the bed. Remus, who had been on the sheets, found himself thrown to the floor, legs still resting on the bed. There was a creak of the mattress and suddenly Sirius was kneeling on the bed again, looking down at Remus with the widest grin he had sported in a long time.

He reached down, and Remus poutingly took the offered hand, climbing back on the stripped bed.

"Sorry," Sirius said, not sounding sorry at all. "Didn't feel like lying in dog cum..."

Remus' cheeks flushed faintly, then he whispered: "Oh, right." Then he pulled a face as the image finally made it to his inner eyes.

"So?" Sirius said, still grinning. "Not that bad, was it?"

Remus tried to look stern, and disgusted, but Sirius had that annoying effect on him, which was to always make his lips stretch into a smile, no matter what. "Not bad," he grudgingly admitted, smiling more.

But Sirius didn't look satisfied. "How was it, c'mon!" he begged, his hands instinctively coming to travel along Remus' chest and back, eliciting a small moan of satisfaction from the both of them.

Remus swatted Sirius' hands away, then looked thoughtful. At last, he smirked and said: "Felt like shagging a stuffed toy."

Sirius was still laughing about it three days later.

THE END (let's hope...)