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Harry had bought that vinyl out of a whim. Draco supposed it was because it had a cute cover, with lots of colour and no sense of style whatsoever. 

However, Draco has to admit, the song they're listening to at the moment is what makes this the most played album in their flat.

They never have sex with music on, but this time was unexpected.

Not that Draco wasn't expecting to have sex on their fourth anniversary of marriage, but he didn't think they were still so spontaneous to forgo dinner at that place they both like to stay home and have sex on the carpet like they're still teenagers.

"Deeper," moans Harry, his arms have a steel grip around Draco's shoulders.

Harry knows that deeper will make him bitch for the whole following day, but Draco guesses he's a big boy, and gives it to him, as deep as he can go.

Harry's reduced to a mess of moans and crazy hair, red cheeks and fiery green eyes unobstructed by his customary glasses. His legs are wrapped against Draco's pale hips, his dark skin making a lovely contrast that always has Draco want more, something they can't have.

"I love you," Harry mutters as he leans in for a kiss. Draco's knees are killing him, as the carpet is not that soft, but he obliges, because he's that smitten, even ten years after marrying the sodding idiot. 

"You're so beautiful," escapes from Draco's lips and he flushes red as soon as he realizes what he's just said. Harry's chuckle finishes in a loud moan as Draco effectively stabs his prostate.

"Don't go all sappy on me now, Malfoy," Harry chuckles, his legs encouraging Draco's hips.

"It's the song!" he snaps, still embarrassed about his slip up. Harry hums and closes his eyes, listening to the song still playing in the background.

"I love this song," he hums and moans, as Draco keeps going harder and faster against his prostrate.

"I know you do," he answers gritting his teeth as Harry clenches down in retribution.

"Sprinkled moondust in your hair," Harry sings, "put a starlight in your eyes."

Draco kisses him hard on the mouth to shut him up and keeps pistoning his hips, knowing he'll need to change position again, if they don't come soon.

"I'm close," Harry moans loudly, breaking away from the kiss, and from then on it's a crescendo of moans and pleads for more, and harder, and faster and above all, Draco's favourite pleads, his name.

Harry's hand sneaks between them and it takes only a few strokes for him to come, and the reflexive clenching of his muscles takes Draco right beyond the edge.

"To you," Draco mutters, several minutes later, once they've recuperated enough breath to talk.

"What?"

"I'm close to you," Draco says, his cheeks tinted in an adorable red that makes Harry smile with his big wonderful green eyes. Harry gets up on his elbow and kisses Draco soundly on the lips.

ONCE IS CHANCE

Remus doesn't exactly hates holidays, but sure he does not like spending his time with his Aunt, in Italy, lost in fucking nowhere. Of course, he's living in a typical building with a courtyard and, on the third side, the one not occupied by the huge gate, there's the backyard of the house the locals call "The English Count's". The house, after ages, according to his aunt's rumour's mill, is inhabited for the summer. 

Remus,however, has first hand experience on that, since, apparently, the Count's bedroom is the one giving on Remus' courtyard, and Remus, with his habit of reading in the early hours of the afternoon, when everyone is asleep, is in prime position for a show he wasn't counting on.

The first time it happens, Remus is reading Forster's "Maurice", so he probably jinxed himself. It's about three in the afternoon and his eyelids are heavy after having spent the previous night in a local shelter for werewolves. His eyes happen to wander around, while he's busy deciding whether calling it a night or keep reading, even though he's getting sick of Maurice's petulant whining. 

hat's the moment he notices there's a man his age leaning against the open French window of the Count's house. The first thing Remus think is: "So beautiful" and the second is "Sirius Black", because there's no way he won't recognize the face that has been spammed on the Prophet for months, after his coming out.

He can't believe his eyes either when the man, who's only wearing summer shorts, tweaks one of his nipples and smirks as he gets back into his room.The problem with living in such a place, in front of a room that almost misses a whole wall to leave room for the biggest French window ever, Remus decides, is that he can literally see the man lie down on his bed and take his shorts off.

Alarm sirens ring in Remus head, but he just can't look away as the stranger effectively gets off in front of him, while looking himself in the mirror in front of the bed.

"What a -" he cuts himself off and goes back to reading Maurice, which, unfortunately, isn't good enough to keep him interested, so his eyes go back to his naughty show pony of a neighbour. 

Sirius Black isn't looking at him, but his whole body is angled so that Remus will have the best view.

Remus, prudently, looks around the other balconies and windows to make sure no one is looking at him, being a pervert, but as expected, he's the only one not sleeping. So he feels no embarrassment in touching himself through the fabric of his pants.

At that moment, Sirius Black is  stroking his cock, which Remus can't properly see, but he's always had a very active imagination and has seen enough cocks in his life to be able to picture it vividly and groan out his approval.

A part of him is indignant he's getting all hot and bothered for a guy that just walked at his window, made eye contact with the first idiot on the street and gave him a show just for fun.

Every other part of him is undoing his pants as inconspicuously as possible. "Fuck it," he tells himself, "It's not like he's not getting off on this!"

Black's body is a masterpiece, Remus has to admit as he watches the perfect sinuous line of his back tense at a particularly rough stroke. He can see his mouth fall open and he can imagine what sinful moans are spilling out of it. 

For a few long minutes they both stroke themselves, Remus drinking in the sight of Black's pleasure and regretting not being able to hear the moans he so wants to listen to all day long. After a few harsher strokes, Black's back arches almost painfully and his mouth falls open and Remus can trick himself into thinking he did just hear that sinfully sweet moan.

He's a bit sad it's already over, he thinks distractedly, as Black's chest rises and falls with every deep sated breathe - but apparently, Black is naughtier than Remus gave him credit for.

His hand, after leaving his cock, draws a line with his own come on his chest. Remus hears himself swear under his breath, as those long, long fingers dip inside Black's mouth,  resting for a few seconds, before he can see the exaggerated sucking motion and the swallowing, his Adam's apple bob up and down.

Remus loses it when Black's eyes turn on him, burning hot.

Sirius Black doesn't linger in the room and when Remus comes back from the bathroom, the rolling shutters are down.

TWICE IS COINCIDENCE

The second time it happens, it's dawn and Remus' sleep pattern has been fucked up by the nap he took the previous day, which lasted from about four pm 'till four am. 

Black's rolling shutters are suddenly rolled up half a foot and he crawls out in only a bathrobe, his hair is wet and sticking out in a weird mess, there's a frown on his face but he still looks beautiful.

He's lit up a cigarette before he notices Remus trying to read on his wicker chair. 

The asshole waves with his hand his greetings and resumes smoking with a smile on his face. Something in Remus feels very much accomplished by putting a smile on those charming lips.

Remus is ready to close his book and go back inside, when Sirius stomps the butt of his cigarette against the balustrade and throws it in the backyard underneath. With one hand he gets another cigarette out of his packet, while with the other he opens the belt of the bathrobe and it falls open on his naked body. He takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales. 

Remus can see his cock nestled in black curly hair, and he has to admit it's a really nice one. It's slightly darker, or it could be the shadows, but still, it looks good enough that Remus wants to have it in his mouth and feel it grow bigger and harder under his ministrations.

"Thanks," Black 'says' as he over exaggerate his lip movements, and Remus answers flipping him the bird. Black barks out a laugh, quite obnoxious but still somehow endearing and charming.

The bathrobe is discarded as soon as the cigarette is out. Black jokingly shows off his body in poses that should empathize his muscle mass. They only make him look ridiculous. Remus applauds and silently guides him through more ridiculous poses, interpreting the role of a seasoned photographer. Somehow they end up on pin up poses and ends up laughing so loud that someone rolls up their shutters and Sirius almost gets caught stark naked. 

He's wearing the bathrobe again, with the brightest red cheeks Remus has ever seen, when the old cat lady goes back inside complaining about dumb English kids, unaware that Remus speaks a better Italian she can even imagine.

They say goodbye shortly after, and Remus gets "be blown a kiss by a hot guy" scratched off his list of things to do before he dies.

THIRD TIME IS A PATTERN

The third time it happens, Remus has just heard his Aunt talk about how he should go say hi to the new kid, since they both talk English. Remus really doesn't want to break what they have with introductions, but his aunt is unmovable and he ends up with a Babbà she's been baking since very early in the morning - and an awkward "this wasn't my idea" excuse to run away.

Sirius opens the front gate after asking an heavily accented "Chi è?". Remus walks through the main yard and up the stairs, where he can't ring the bell that the heavy door is thrown open and a shamelessly naked Sirius Black is waiting for him.

"Ti piace quel che vedi?" Sirius asks when Remus is speechless. The Babbà ends up being left on the floor as Remus grabs Black at the hips and pulls his naked body against his own.

"I speak English, but please, by all mean, keep it up." Remus says, with a wolfish grin, "Damn hot's what it is." 

Remus.

Remus in an alcove.

Remus in an alcove with Claire Grimm.

Except that all that Sirius brain is thinking is my Alpha in an alcove with a Beta. A pretty beta that he can use as he wants and discard later, a Beta that is not forced on condoms because her body is intolerant to suppressants.

A Beta, who Remus can fuck as he please and won’t end up pregnant - which is way more than Sirius can say about himself.

He throws open the alpha/beta boys’ dormitory’s door, tears are clouding his eyes and blurring his sight, threatening to start drawing tracks on his boiling cheeks.

Sirius is perfectly aware he’s in heat and that’s the reason he’s so upset - but that’s his rational mind and he never listen to it when he’s not in heat, there’s not much he cares about at that moment, more than the idea of his Alpha together with someone else, someone better, while he’s in heat and miserable.

Remus bed is an oasis in the sea of mind obfuscating rage. He sprints to it and buries himself in the covers, where Remus’ scent is at its strongest. 

Sirius breathes it in, slowly, deeply, like he knows will calm him, but this time it gets precisely the opposite effect. His loins burn with shame and rage and such a hot jealousy that his overheated body feels cool in comparison.

He growls in frustration, bites the pillow with an animalistic snarl. He can’t calm down and he thinks, if he has to suffer now in burning jealousy, Remus will suffer later, in a bed where his Omega in heat decided to torture him.

He chucks his clothes off as fast as he can manage, not that he’d been wearing more than his uniform pants, underwear and a band shirt. Once he’s discarded them he casts a too powerful locking charm on the door and a sticking charm on the curtains of Remus bed. Once in the darkness, he can breathe in malicious satisfaction.

As the pillow finds his way under his hips and his hips start moving of their own accord, Sirius moans in bliss, the jealousy still boiling together with his heat in the pit of his loins. 

He hasn’t felt this aroused for months and he hasn’t had such a strong Heat since he first matured.

He bites down on the sheets, his hips franticly pumping against the pillow, making him moan and shiver and shamefully cry out Remus name. The scent around him is so strong it drives him mad that there’s no actual Remus fucking him through the mattress.

He’s a sobbing mess of frustration when he realises he can’t come without a little help.

A trembling hand finds his way outside the curtain - after he almost tore them apart, before managing to remove his own sticking charm - and feels around in the last drawer of Remus’ bedside table. 

There it is, Sirius’ inflatable dildo.

He forsakes the sticking charm and with his fingers he gathers his natural lubricant for the dildo - which is close in size to Remus’ cock and has an inflatable knot good at calming Sirius’ heat for a few hours.

He puts on it a locomotor charm and pushes it inside his opening, tearing a loud moan from himself. The dildo start moving fast, just as Remus likes it to.

The jealousy, still simmering low under the arousal roars back as Sirius’ treacherous mind wonders whether Remus uses their dildo on someone else.

Somehow the rage that burst in Sirius is worse than before. Pumping his hips desperately against Remus’ pillow and being fucked by the dildo is just perfect, but his teeth clamp on everything they can - from his arms to the sheet to his lips, drawing blood sometimes.

He’s not moaning in ecstasy like he should - and normally would - he’s growling and snarling like a wounded animal. His rage his all encompassing and pleasure hardly even register until he comes so hard he almost blacks out.

There’s no relief to the rage. There’s no relief to the heat. There’s no relief to feeling deprived of his Alpha, who chose a dirty ugly Beta over his Omega in heat.

Sirius ’s sobbing, he lifts the pillow to bite on it and save himself some more pain, and in the new position on end of the pillow presses against his full to bursting bladder.

They’re taught to control it, Sirius believes, the pressure of a full bladder and a knot, the only thing to quench the Heat enough to give respite the first day. But there’s no knot!, his mind tells him, and a fresh wave of tears dirties his face.

He lets go, in part ashamed but mostly vindictive. Remus won’t be able to take his smell away from the bed for months. 

As his bladder empties, his rage subsides and his jealousy becomes a cold thorn in his heart. He sits up, looks down to his mess and lets out dry sobs.

“Padfoot?” Remus voice asks from right behind the curtains, making Sirius jump.

“Shit,” Remus swears as he opens the curtains and sees the mess. Sirius can hear James in the background go out and drag someone else with him, Peter probably.

“No, it’s piss and come,” Sirius answers automatically, as he’s wired to get a rise out of people and Remus is, after all, his favourite challenge.

“I can see,” Remus tells him, still not looking at him but at his mess. Sirius wants to get up and scream “LOOK AT ME, ME!” and he almost does, because the rage is boiling again.

“What I don’t understand is,” Remus starts, finally looking at Sirius, “what did I do?" 

Sirius’ temper just explodes. 

Word after word, accusation after hurt, fear and jealousy - every feeling making him boil in rage, comes tumbling out of Sirius mouth, together with fresh tears out of his eyes.

When he’s done, Sirius’s trembling like a leaf, shivers and sobs wrecking his body - left empty of the fury, open to all the pain Remus might want to give him. Sirius’s desperate enough he’d take that too.

"So, you go and decide to mark my bed?” Remus answers, his eyes, that had been fixed on Sirius since before he started his rant, eventually move to the mess on the bed.

“Marking?” Sirius wonders aloud, uncertain.

“What you just did. stake a claim, mark your territory.” he indicates the mess with one hand and Sirius realizes with a start that Remus is not mad.

“Uh, yes?” He dumbly says when the silence stretches a bit too long.

“Shit, your stupid family told you nothing, right?” Remus groans under his breath. His hands find Sirius’ bite marks on his arms. He gently caresses them.

Sirius almost cries again for the bite marks he’ll never have, but somehow he can keep his tears under control.

“I was supposed to be an Alpha and I ran away, remember?” he answers with a shrug. Everyone and their mother know Sirius has been disowned for being an Omega. What most people don’t know is that he ran away before his parents could throw him on the streets.

“Yes, well, I was letting Grimm down gently.” Remus tells him, unimpressed, “and for the record, you should talk to Madame Pomfrey about this,” he continues, then he casts a scurgify on Sirius and only then he rectifies: “Not exactly this, but the Omega thing. It’s not healthy to navigate it like this, Pads.”“You’re really not angry?” Sirius asks, pleasure and shame coiling in his loins.“No, I’d be even flattered if my bed wasn’t such a mess." 

Blond gay stuck up boy comes in the shop at precisely three PM every day except for the weekends and Tuesday. Sirius knows his kind, he's grown up playing with his kind and, to be completely honest with himself, he feels he should know this boy, although he can't pinpoint precisely why.

Anyway, blond gay stuck-up boy comes in exactly on time on this tedious Wednesday too. He walks up to the counter, sneers at him, orders his lemon square and his cinnamon café latte and pays for it. 

At a quarter past three, once the blond gay prince has put his royal ass on the love seat furthest from the counter, Harry Potter, the boy who gets thrown out of the kitchen way too often, is, unsurprisingly thrown out of the kitchen.

"What did you do now?" Sirius asks as he makes a cappuccino for the fifteen year old cat lady down the block. She's perusing the book shelves on the other side of the coffee shop. 

"I told Remus what I thought of his gingerbread men." Harry says, his eyes already on the blond gay little prince. What a dog, Sirius thinks bitterly. 

"He didn't take it well." Sirius states, not entirely surprised. Hope Lupin gingerbread recipe is holy.

"They don't move! What's the point of a magical coffee shop if it's not magical?" Harry complains and Sirius has to give it to him. Remus could at least pretend to forget charming the gingerbread men. Five points from Gryffindor for lack of trying, Mr. Prefect, Sirius things and sniggers.

"Listen, Pads, you know I love you right?" Harry says with his most charming smile. Too bad he got it from James. 

"Ask Moony," Sirius says, as he takes Mrs Figg order for the third time in a row. Dementia is an awful beast, he decides, as Mrs Figgs changes her order again.

"Okay, I'm taking my break now," answers Harry, and Sirius scrunches up his aristocratic nose as he watches Harry in the tightest pair of jeans he owns provocatively make his way to the little prince table.

The little prince smiles and makes space for Harry, shoving aside all of his books.

"Pads, let it be," Sirius jumps as Remus says so behind his back. "Pick your battles, love," he continues as he hugs Sirius from behind. Sirius's sure there'll be a lot of flour on his black jeans later, but at the time he just leans against his husband's chest.

"I just can't remember who he is." Sirius answers, as he watches Harry's hands intertwine with the blond boy he's been dating for months. "And Harry doesn't want us to meet him!"

"Yet." Remus chastises, kissing his cheek. Remus' hand finds his way underneath Sirius' t-shirt and gently draws little circles against his still protruding hip bone.

"It's still new and he did ask him to come here and meet us unofficially, right?" Remus adds and Sirius looks at Harry as he hugs Little stuck up Prince and kisses his nose, making him cry out in indignation.

"He's someone I should know, right?" Sirius asks, damning the Dementors for fucking up his short term memory for good. Dementia is such an ugly beast.

"He's Draco Malfoy, your nephew," Remus says like every day at about four pm. Harry kisses Draco, and it must be one of those days the blond gay prince leaves early and Harry doesn't come back into work.

Remus kisses him on the neck and disentangles from their hug. Before he goes back into the kitchen he squeezes Sirius hand in support. 

Sirius goes back  patiently taking mrs Figgs order and watches Draco and Harry get up together and leave together for the first time ever.

A few minutes later the door bell rings again and Harry's back, his cheeks red from the cold and his green eyes alight with joy.

"He's coming for dinner tomorrow night!" he announces, and runs out again.

Sirius smiles happily and finally gets Mrs Figg order down.

"Endorphins are good for you," Remus is muttering to himself as Sirius walks into the main room of the Shrieking Shack. He's under the Invisibility Cloack, ready to surprise Remus with a whole bar of the finest Italian chocolate that Sirius managed to buy when Walburga dragged him to visit Turin, the City of the Devil, those Christmas Holidays.

He's made good on his new nickname too, Padfoot, making no sound whatsoever as he climbed into the Shack as silent as, well, death. 

Remus is lying beaten and bruised on the ruined mattress in the middle of the room, he's naked and showing more bruises and cuts than Sirius deems safe, but apparently Remus is unconcerned. It has been quite an uneventful night, and Sirius must admit he's seen Remus worse off even after Madame Pomfrey had him all patched up.

"This is such a bad idea," he hears Remus mutter to himself and decides to keep on the cloak for a few more minutes, just to see what bad things Prefect Lupin gets up to on the mornings after full. He's never seen Remus transform, not in the evening, not in the morning and, he realizes, it's the first time he's sneaked into the Shrieking Shack while Remus's supposed to be taking a nap.Sirius is snapped back from his thoughts when he notices Remus's hand gently caress his right thigh. There was once, Sirius thinks distractly, a blanket in the Shack, which he clearly remembers tearing apart with Moony a few moons previously, so there is nothing now covering Remus' naked body from Sirius unashamed eyes. 

Nothing to cover his knees as they bend, nothing to cover his feet as they plant themselves against the mattress or his thighs as they open up under the caresses of wondering hands and absolutely nothing whatsoever to conceal Remus' intention or his cock.

Which Sirius has always envied with a burning passion, even before realizing he wouldn't mind having that cock with the whole body attached to it for himself, if he has to be honest.

Remus is hung like a horse (or a werewolf in his case) and Sirius feels his own arousal awake at the thought of finally watching that cock, frequent visitor of his wet dreams, getting hard and engorged and at full mast for the first time in his life.

He has to bit his lips when Remus' hand stops idly caressing his thigh and finds its way to that masterpiece of a cock. Remus breathy sigh shoots arousal straight down Sirius' back and he decides, right then, that as long as Remus doesn't find out, he can masturbate to this sight and their friendship won't be ruined.

Sirius stares at the hand privileged enough to touch Remus like that, as it slowly touches his cock, squeezing and playing a bit with the foreskin at the top, running circles against what he imagines must be the slit on the gland. Remus sighs turn from soft to frustrated quite soon, however and, as Sirius' finally opened the last of his pants' buttons - Merlin bless his mother for finding zips not classy enough - the lucky hand falls away from Remus' cock and lies in the crook between his pubes and his leg.

"Fuck it," Remus mutters; his other arm is up, covering his eyes. Sirius could scream in frustration if he wasn't worried that Remus might be crying under that arm.

"Fucking," Remus swears, his hand suddenly moving to cradle his balls, "fuck," he mutters and a breathy moan leaves his lips as he does something with a finger, something that Sirius can't see but feels the compulsion to find out.An undignified throaty moan escapes from Remus mouth, as the arm previously covering his eyes moves away and down, taking old of the cock Sirius wants to touch and kiss and - a bit embarrassingly - lick and suck.

Sirius hand has travelled down to his own cock, which he strokes following Remus' slow maddening rhythm. Remus hand, the one doing strange things below Remus balls, comes up to Remus' lips and two fingers find their way inside his wonderful mouth.

Sirius has to bite down on his lip with all he has to keep his moans inside when the vigorous sucking sound starts, and Remus looks so lost in it.

Maybe wanting to suck his cock, Sirius thinks, isn't such a dumb idea, when just looking and listening to Remus suck on his own fingers can make Sirius a mess of want and need.

Sirius, as Remus' fingers travel down his body without wasting much time, decides he has to know what Remus is doing below his balls, although he has a hunch already. He lets go of his cock, which is hard and awkwardly standing up from its nest of dark curly hair and grey pants and white underwear. Holding up his trousers he walks as silently as possible to the other side of the room, where he can see right between Remus' spread legs. 

One of the wet fingers is pushing its way inside of Remus, whose face is all scrunched up in annoyance or maybe disgust or pain, Sirius has no clue. As Remus' other hand speeds up on his cock, Sirius decides to take his own arousal back in his hand and see where Remus is going with this.

A loud moan reverberates through Sirius' body, and he stops, scared of having betrayed himself, but Remus is still going at it and another loud moans escapes his lips. The one finger inside of Remus is pushing upwards and running small circles on Remus' insides, his other hand is picking up speed, squeezing roughly on the upward strokes. 

"Please," Remus mutters after a few minutes of frantic moans. "Please" he begs again, drawing blood from his lower lip. Sirius has never been so close to coming in so little time, but the sight before him and the raw need in Remus's moans and pleads and the whole idea of throwing away the cloak and just kneeling down and touching him, sucking him - it's all taking him to his orgasm too fast, no matter how awkward he's bent on himself to masturbate and keep himself hidden at the same time.

"Sirius!" Remus almost screams in his rough abused voice and Sirius stills on the verge of coming, scared shitless that Remus has seen him somehow, until he realizes Remus is coming. 

Sirius has seen himself coming quite a lot of times, but watching Remus' face light up with pleasure and his cock still being pumped and all that come spurting out and acting as a very loud lubricant, he has to bite his lower lip enough to break it in order to keep himself from moaning loudly.

He resumes his jerky motions, hoping that Remus won't hear or better, is still too out of it to listen to him - but he shouldn't worry, as it only takes a few more strokes, the overly sexual picture Remus's making, lying dishevelled on the mattress and the memory of his name being called on in the throws of an orgasm to bring him over the edge.

He hasn't come so hard in months, and he guesses that watching Remus come must be the most erotic and decadent thing he's ever done. Not to mention the shittiest too, since he only now realizes how much of a dick move it was.

He's quite sure he'd be panicking had he not just come. Now he only has to wait for Remus to fall asleep and get out of the Shack.

"The least you could do is cuddle with me," Remus says in the vague direction of where Sirius' standing. Sirius freezes on the spot, doing his best impression of a deer caught in the headlights. Once Remus left eyebrow rises up in a silent question, Sirius takes a moment to tuck himself in and only then he takes off the Invisibility Cloack and crawls up behind Remus on the mattress. They adjust themselves around each other, knowing out of practice just the way they like to cuddle. Remus mutters a scurgify, using Sirius' wand. After a few minutes of silence, Sirius offers the chocolate he originally thought to bring him as a peace offering and Remus is on it in no time.

"This doesn't mean I'm not mad," Remus mutters, mouth full of chocolate, but gives Sirius a piece of the remaining anyway.