Anything, Always by greenvlvetcouch

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Summary:
"It turned out, life could be cruel—oh so harsh.

The bottle spun and spun, slowing down, and Remus’s eyes crossed because he
couldn't watch it as the neck passed every suitable option until it made one final
rotation and landed on Sirius.

“Fucking hell,” Sirius mumbled, hanging his head. He was silent for a moment,
nodding to himself before standing—stumbling slightly—and reaching a hand out to
help Remus up. “Let’s go, Moons.”

—
Wolfstar one-shot based on the prompt "Seven minutes in heaven."

Notes:
Alcohol is involved, but everyone is very consenting and nothing funky is going on.

Happy reading <3

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:
“Bull,” Sirius tilted his head to the side to emphasize his following word. “Shit.”

“No, No!” James shouted, pointing his hand frantically at him, abruptly standing.
“You agreed to play Pads, so you’re playing—c’mon. Truth or Dare.”

“What are we fourteen?” Sirius shot back, a slight sway to his posture as he dug
his heel into the carpet, shooting a look at Remus. His blush let Remus know he was
definitely on his way to being properly pissed.

Remus crossed his arms, leaning back and watching the scene before him unfold. He
glanced over at Lily, and she raised a brow.

Sirius and James had been arguing for at least five minutes at this point about
whether or not Sirius had agreed to their (very adult) game of truth or dare.

Tomorrow was graduation, and everyone had decided to have one last party in the
common room.

Which was cool—totally fine—but the party, in Remus’s opinion—took a turn for the
worse after James had to show his bare ass as part of a dare, and Sirius had gotten
hot and taken his shirt off.

Remus had suggested putting the fire out instead, but his solution had fallen on
deaf ears, and he had gone silent the moment Sirius’s shirt hit the common room
floor.

Had he not been a stronger man, his jaw would have dropped alongside the shirt, but
he had become well adept at silently appreciating Sirius from afar.

Sirius finally sighed, stretching his arms over his head and his pants sagged a
bit, and Remus only stared because he was drunk, and everyone was staring because
who wouldn't?
“Truth.” He quirked a brow.

A handful of ‘ooohs’ and ‘ahhhs’ rung out in the room, along with a slightly
uncharacteristic whoop from Frank, who was looking somewhat green after his last
shot but was fighting to be there still nonetheless.

James let out an evil laugh—diabolic, really—and Remus cringed, knowing whatever he
was about to ask would be brutal.

“Who do you jerk off to in the shower?”

“James!” Lily scolded.

“What?” He responded, throwing his hands up in the air, and turning to look at her.
“Inquiring minds what to know, right?”

“Right!” Frank shouted, reaching for another drink.

Sirius was silent, staring at James with his eyes narrowed, and if looks could
kill? James Potter would be six feet under at the moment.

“I’m not answering that.”

“You have to.”

“I dont have to do anything—you’re trying to rile me up.”

“It’s working, is it not?”

“Oh, piss off, it was one time!”

Alice snickered, leaning into Franks's side, and Lily only hung her head as they
listened to the pair bicker back and forth on the proper game etiquette, good
sportsmanship, and the responsibilities of being one’s best friend and not trying
to spill their secrets.

“Can I just drink instead?” Sirius wined, falling onto the couch next to Remus and
glancing at him before scowling again at James. “Please?”

“You going to drink that entire bottle?” James nodded his head at the freshly
opened bottle of firewhisky on the table in front of Sirius. “Because that’s what
it would take.”

Sirius mumbled something intelligible before sitting up. His shoulders slumped, and
he sighed. “No, but give it to me. I need a drink,” He shot James a dirty look as
he took the firewhisky from him.

Sirius took a large drink—and Remus grimaced, watching how his cheeks flushed.
Sirius handed the bottle off to Remus then, not sparing him a glance as he cleared
his throat.

Remus drank as well, maybe slightly more than Sirius had because he did not want to
know who Sirius jerked off to.

He didn't need to know that Sirius jerked off in general, anyway, because that was
dangerous territory, and someplace in Remus’s mind he tended to stay far, far away
from.
“Sometimes—” Sirius cursed under his breath. “I mean, there was the blonde we found
in that muggle porno magazine when we were younger.”

Lily interjected with another ‘Hey!’

“And one time there was Minnie,” Sirius mumbled and then took a deep breath. “Then
one time therewasmoony, but that was a long time ago, and you knew that!” Sirius
jumped up, pointing his finger at James accusingly.

“What was that? I didn't quite catch that?”

“..oony” Sirius mumbled again, casting his eyes up.

James raised a brow again, grabbing his drink and taking a sip, eyeing Sirius from
over the rim. “What?”

“Moony, alright? Moony!” Sirius threw his hands up in defeat. “I jerked off to
Moony, and I’m not sorry.”

The room was silent, a few mouths hanging open as they absorbed what had just been
said. Remus’s mouth was one of them, his mind swirling and not quite grasping what
had just been admitted.

Sirius looked around, took in the silence, and made it even worse. “I mean, come
on! Can you blame me? Look at the man,” He gestured to Remus wildly, and Remus only
stared back in shock. “Look at him! Look!”

Sirius fell back on the couch, biting his nail before he looked up, narrowing his
eyes at James. “James had a pair of Lily’s underwear under his pillow.”

He feigned innocence when Lily gasped, shooting her a wide-eyed look, nodding
sympathetically. “He does.”

Truthfully, Remus couldn't care less about Lily’s underwear—obviously—and his mind
was still fucking reeling from Sirius’s admission. He hadn't dared a glance at him,
and there was a massive gap between where they were sitting on the couch together.

Remus shut his eyes tight, physically trying to stop the train of thought that was
barreling through his mind at Sirius jerking off—let alone to him.

He took another sip from the bottle, opened his eyes—making eye contact with Sirius
—and choked.

Sputtered firewhisky all over the place, and it fucking burned his throat so bad he
had tears in his eyes.

“Nope—fine. I’m fine, cheers.” Remus nodded as lily pounded him on the back. “All
good.”

“No more of this game,” Lily scolded, shooting a glance at James. “You and I will
talk later.”

“Let's play another game then,” Frank said, slightly slurred, but he reached over
and lit a cigarette with expert precision.

“Can I have one?” Sirius nodded towards the pack, and Frank threw it at him.

It missed, though—terrible projectile, really—and landed almost in Remus’s lap.

Remus picked it up, looked at Sirius, and dropped it in his hand. No contact was
made for fear of spontaneously combusting, and Sirius did not make eye contact,
glancing straight ahead with his palm up and out.

“Seven minutes in heaven?”

Sirius sputtered. “Okay—no. No, truth or dare was bad enough.”

“What’s gotten into you?” Lily asked, looking at him like he had four heads. “Are
you just in a sour mood tonight, or what?”

“No, I just think we’re adults and should act like them—not play silly games like
were children.”

“Yeah, okay.” James scoffed. “Anyway—seven minutes in heaven, who has a bottle?”

Frank downed his beer before setting it flat on the table in front of them. “Let’s
have at it, then.”

Remus sighed because he hated to be that person who didn't want to play a game, but
he rather chops his own arm off or avada himself right this instant than play seven
minutes in heaven with the people in front of him.

James? No.

Lily? Weird.

Frank? No—handsome—but still a no.

Alice? Like a sister, so no.

Sirius?

Kissing Sirius or even being in a closet with him where they were supposed to kiss
seemed like certain death.

Like the last thing Remus would ever want to happen but also the first thing
because his mind began to conjure up all sorts of scenarios and started doing all
kinds of calculations of the possibilities that were possible in seven minutes.

He could work with seven minutes, Remus thought.

Definitely.

But he should not be allowed those seven minutes because Sirius did not like him,
and Remus liked Sirius, and it was a whole jumbled mess of one-sided feelings that
made him sick when he thought of them.

Taking another sip, he sat the bottle of firewhisky between him and Sirius as they
sat on the ground in front of the table—something like an offering.

Like he was saying, I now know you jerk off to me. I dont mind, though. Quite like
it, actually, could I watch sometime?

Maybe not entirely, but it was a peace offering still, and one Sirius took with a
strained smile in his direction before taking another long sip.

Frank went first, and the bottle somehow miraculously landed on Alice, and you
could hear a collective sigh in the room because it would have just been weird if
it had landed on anyone else.

Honestly, the whole situation was weird because Remus and Sirius were sitting with
two couples, and they both knew if the bottle landed on anyone other than their
partner, there would be no kissing to be done.

There was no point, but Remus played anyway.

“You think they’re fucking?” Sirius asked four minutes in, taking a drag of his
cigarette.

“Oh yeah, totally.”

“Right on,” he nodded, leaning back against the couch.

James's turn was next, and he let out a loud gaff when the bottle landed on Sirius.

Sirius took a few sips of whisky before getting up, slapping his hands on his
knees, and nearly dragging James to the closet upstairs.

The yelling started halfway to the room and was only slightly muffled after they
had closed themselves in the closet.

“You absolute fuck”

“I didn't do anything….”

“....what you did!”

“….joke—I’m sorry!”

They came back slightly disheveled, and James was sporting a shiner. He walked over
to Lily, leaning down in front of her to show her, and she only raised a brow,
seeming to agree with Sirius’ choice of settling the argument.

Then, it was Remus’s turn.

He took another sip—well past having to consider if he was drunk or not (he was)—
and let out a sigh, going somewhere in his mind to a place that was fine with
whatever was about to happen.

He shut his brain off, choosing to run on autopilot instead and just roll with it.
Whatever was about to happen, he didn't think the world could be so cruel.

He deserved a bit in life, right? Like not being shoved into a closet with his best
friend whom he loved not twenty minutes after he had admitted to jerking off to
him.

It turned out, life could be cruel—oh so harsh.

The bottle spun and spun, slowing down, and Remus’s eyes crossed because he
couldn't watch it as the neck passed every suitable option until it made one final
rotation and landed on Sirius.

“Fucking hell,” Sirius mumbled, hanging his head. He was silent for a moment,
nodding to himself before standing—stumbling slightly—and reaching a hand out to
help Remus up. “Let’s go, Moons.”

Remus—still on autopilot mode—grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull him up.
Everyone was silent behind them as they made their way up the stairs—Remus watching
his feet on the stairs so as not to trip. Sirius seemed to be doing the same, and
the silence was tangible.

Neither of them spoke.

His brain was on autopilot mode as they walked through the dorm bedroom, walking to
the back closet, and his brain was absolutely blank as Sirius reached forward—still
tugging Remus along—and shut them inside the closet.

The first minute they were in there, neither of them spoke.

It was utterly silent, the only noise coming from one of them brushing against the
clothes hanging and the hangers clattering together.

Remus was manually breathing, the darkness only making him feel drunker, yet he
honestly didn't feel like he was that pissed. Maybe he was, though, because Remus
heard Sirius inhale to speak and tried to cut him off before he spoke, but what
came out of his mouth was not what he intended.

“I’m sorry I jerk of—”

“When’s the last time yo—”

Both stopped, their words cutting off suddenly, and both sat silently, waiting for
the other to speak.

Sirius broke first. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“No—what?”

“Nothing.”

“Moony—I swear to god, I will argue with you in here instead if I need to. What did
you sa—”

“When’s the last time you jerked off?”

Sirius scoffed. “Like this morning.”

“This morning?”

“Yes.”

Remus’s brain caught up to him. “Wait—jerk? Not jerked.” He paused again. “Wait—
instead, what?”

Sirius was silent before reaching his hand out, fumbling. Remus felt him hit his
arm and chest before his finger poked Remus almost in the eye, and he flinched.

“Sorry—just,” Sirius cursed. “Trying to find your face.”

“Why?”

Remus reached forward, fumbling as well for Sirius’s face.

Why? Who knows, but now they were both jabbing hands and fingers around in the
dark, trying to find the other person, and Remus’s hand smacked against Sirius’s
chest, and it was warm and awful.

Not awful, but he was hot—burning up—and then Remus finally found his face and
cheek, and his cheek was hot as well, and it was hot in the closet and stuffy, and
Remus couldn’t catch his breath.

Sirius poked him in the ear before trailing his finger across his cheek, and—
fucking hell—his thumb found his bottom lip, and he paused. “This your mouth?”

“Yeah,” Remus said because it was, and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say.

Sirius said nothing else, and his hand stilled where it was rested before he
lightly drug his thumb down, tugging on his bottom lip before letting go. “How many
minutes do you think we have left?”

“I dont know,” Remus whispered, his hand resting on Sirius’s shoulder now, skin hot
under his palm. “Three—maybe four, I would wager.”

“I think that sounds about right—maybe Five, even. I’m not sure.”

They spoke softly, and Remus’s head was spinning in the dark, his eyes not knowing
where to look because he couldn’t see anything, but he could hear Sirius that close
to him.

“Do you think th—”

Remus was cut off by Sirius’s hand moving, gripping the back of his head tightly—
pulling down slightly—and moving his lips to meet his.

But his lips missed, and Sirius’s mouth actually came down on the edge of Remus’s
jaw, right below his ear, and Remus moaned at the contact.

Fucking moaned, and it was dirty—ripped from his throat like he had no control over
himself at the moment because he didn't.

The moment Sirius’s lips met his skin, he lost all control.

His hands gripped Sirius’s skin tightly, his fingers trailing up Sirius’s neck to
find his jaw. Remus's other hand also came up, grabbing both sides of his face,
before tilting his head back and pulling their lips to meet.

Sirius gasped, opening his mouth to speak, but Remus crushed his lips to his
harder, digging his thumbs into the soft underside of Sirius’s jaw.

Sirius tasted like cigarettes—like whisky and something sweet, and it was all Remus
could do not to devour him whole. Their teeth knocked against each other, and Remus
pressed his lips as close to Sirius’s as he could before he gasped for breath, and
Remus took his lip between his teeth—biting and pulling.

Sirius’s hands came up to Remus's shoulders, gripping his shirt tightly as he tried
to drag them closer. Remus’s hips snapped forward on instinct, and he tore his lips
away from Sirius’s as it threw them off balance, and they fell against the opposite
wall.

Sirius leaned forward, teeth scraping against that same spot on his jaw, and Remus
threw his head back, and it slammed against the wall. “Fucking hell.”
Sirius licked where he had just bit, grinning against Remus’s skin. “What?”

“Don't say what like that—you know what.” Remus grit out, throwing a foot out and
wrapping it around Sirius’s leg to drag him closer—keep him there.

“I don’t know,” Sirius mumbled, finding Remus’s mouth again as his fingers skated
around the base of his neck. “Tell me.”

Remus went to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Sirius’s fingers tightened
around his throat, and his mouth came down, licking the base of Remus’s neck before
sucking harshly.

He huffed, eyes rolling back at the feeling of Sirius’s lips against his skin
finally. It hurt—Sirius’s nails were biting into his skin—but he happily welcomed
the feeling because it was like his mind was in overdrive trying to understand the
way Sirius’s hips were pressed against him—pinning him to the wall—and how it was
dark and Remus couldn’t see anything, but he knew he was right there.

“Don't stop,” Remus reached forward, hand digging against Sirius’s hips to press
him even further into him, and he could feel his cock, hard under the strain of his
trousers.

“Not good enough—tell me,” Sirius reached a hand between them, his fingers dipping
into Remus’s waistband and twisting and pulling him closer. “Tell me, Moons.”

Remus threw all sense out the window—fucking tossed it, and it fell, tumbling and
knocking against everything on the way down before it plummeted to the ground and
shattered into a million tiny pieces.

“You want to know what I think? About you?” He whispered, shoving Sirius back and
crowding him against the opposite wall. He leaned down close, pushing Sirius’s hand
away when it tried to come up and grab him again. “I’ll tell you what I think.”

He pressed his forehead against Sirius’s, tilting his head to the side and leaning
down, their noses brushing. “I think you know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t—” Sirius gasped, his leg coming up to wrap around the side of Remus’s,
canting his hips forward.

“You do know—you do,” Remus shoved his hand between them, gripping Sirius’s belt
buckle and hitching his leg higher around his waist. “Is this what you think
about?”

“Yes,” Sirius hissed, and Remus gripped his waist tightly, digging his nails into
his back. Sirius nodded frantically. “Yes—yes.”

“You think about me touching your cock? Making you come?”

“Always,” It came out as a whine—something needy and honest, and Remus couldn't
think straight—couldn't even if he tried.

He let go of Sirius’s waist, hand coming down and fumbling in the dark to undo his
belt. It was loud, the metal rattling against one another, and the sound of the
zipper being roughly tugged down, mixed with Sirius’s pleads, was music to his
fucking ears.

Remus shoved his knee between Sirius’s legs, holding him in place as he pressed his
palm against Sirius’s lower stomach, fingers barely skating below his waistband.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to touch me,” Sirius threaded his fingers through Remus’s hair, roughly
jerking his head back and exposing his neck. He bit down at the junction of his
collar bone, and Remus tried his hardest to hold back a moan.

He shoved his hand into Sirius's pants, wasting no time as he wrapped his hand
around his cock.

“Oh Gods,” Sirius moaned, lulling his head to the side to rest his forehead against
Remus's shoulder, breaths coming out short and heavy now.

The air in the closet was thick with need. Remus leaned forward, running his jaw
along the soft skin of Sirius’s cheek, nipping lightly at the skin just under his
ear as he squeezed his cock in his hand before running his thumb over the tip.
“Like this?”

“Anything,” Sirius nodded, arms wrapping around Remus’s shoulders.

“Anything?” Remus slowly drug his hand up, letting go for a moment to run his palm
over Sirius’s hipbone. “I can have anything?”

Remus wrapped his hand around him again before pushing his knee up further,
shifting Sirius’s cock in his grip. Sirius’s breath hitched, and his arms tightened
around Remus’s neck, tilting his head back to run his open and panting mouth
against the underside of Remus’s jaw. “Anything you want—always.”

“Always?” Remus felt dizzy with the idea of always and pulled his hand out, tugging
Sirius’s trousers down enough to free his cock. He spit on his hand before taking
him in his palm again, picking up speed. “I can have anything I want always?”

“Yes,” Sirius said, grinding his hips forward to match Remus's pace. “Anything you
want whenever you want for always.”

“What if I want this always,” Remus licked down Sirius’s neck, pulling his head
away from where it had been tucked into his shoulder. He leaned back, his mouth
hovering over Sirius’s. “What then, huh?”

Sirius's hips were jerking, and Remus slowed down, dragging his finger over the tip
of his cock again. Languidly—like they had all the time in the world. Remus would
drag this out for as long as he needed, just to watch Sirius come completely undone
under him.

“Please don't stop—I’m going to come.”

“If I let you come—if I make you come—I can still have this. Anything, always?”

“Anything, Moons, please.”

Remus smiled against his open mouth, darting his tongue out to taste him before
capturing his mouth with his and wrapping his hand around Sirius's cock again, his
other hand pinning him against the wall by his hip.

Remus’s tongue slipped inside Sirius’s mouth, fucking devouring the small whines
that were threatening to escape his mouth. He twisted his wrist, and Sirius’s hips
lifted.

“Oh fuck—”

“What?” Remus chuckled.

“I’m going to come—Moons,” Sirius choked out, nodding his head. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping,” Remus leaned down, trailing his tongue over the underside of
Sirius’s jaw, before resting his chin on Sirius’s shoulder. “Come for me.”

Sirius broke apart under him, hips stuttering as broken english spilled from his
lips.

“Fucking—hell—”

“Please—”

“I can’t—”

He spilled over Remus’s hand, and he gave Sirius’s cock a few more firm strokes
before Sirius sagged his head against Remus’s chest.

‘Oh my god,” Sirius gasped, bare chest heaving. “My god.”

Remus could only nod himself, too overwhelmed with the situation and the
intoxicating air he seemed to be breathing between the two of them—and how hard his
own cock was.

The silence stretched on, only broken up by the clattering of the hangers as
Sirius’s leg fell from Remus’s waist, and he steadied himself against the wall with
two hands. He swallowed, head turning to the side.

“Anything, always?”

Remus closed his eyes, relishing in the weightlessness of the moment, before
nodding slowly. “Yes.”

Notes:
A smutty wolfstar drabble to hold me over while working on The Taste of Blood,
although I will say a full length wolfstar AU is in the works currently, and I am
so excited to share it someday.

Can't (and won't ever be able to) get enough of these two.

Thank you for reading <3