Authors Note: Another Remus/Sirius oneshot! Woo! We love the little Puppies. The title for this one say's it all: Stillicide relates to the drainage of water from the eaves of a roof onto adjacent land, or 'Eavesdropping' which is used to describe someone who listens into conversations without permission, hence the title as Eavesdropping is a boring title, lol. Anyways, hope you enjoy this one and would appreciate any thoughts...
Harry Potter was fifteen, he wasn't a child...even if so many people seemed to be convinced he was, yet as he stood outside the drawing room of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place he felt like one.
He could feel heat flooding his cheeks, he shouldn't be hearing this, but his feet refused to obey his command to move.
"Hush...you don't want anyone to...ah...hear..."
It was wrong and he knew it...but there was also something very tantalising about the noises coming from within the room.
"Fuck that's good..."
"I told you...to be quiet..."
"When have I ever done what I've been told, Moony?"
Harry bit down on his bottom lip, he could hear his Godfather's moans and Remus' rapid breathing, the silences were punctuated by soft, wet noises of kissing and the sound of hands on sweat slicked skin.
"You need to put on weight, Padfoot..." Remus gasped, grinding his hips hard into his lovers and revelling in the way he threw his head back against the chair. "Too skinny..."
"I-Is this...really the-aahhh...Time?"
"Would you listen to me otherwise?" Remus leaned down, taking Sirius' tongue into his mouth and groaning softly as his hips canted upwards into his already painfully hard erection. He hissed air through his teeth as he pulled away to attack Sirius' throat, running his tongue up his neck and felling Sirius grasp his hips tightly.
"Fuck...you still remember how to...nn...turn me on..."
"I doubt I'll ever be as good as James at it though..." Remus muttered, forcing another whimper of desperation from the dark haired man beneath him.
"James was...different..." Sirius replied, grabbing Remus' hair and pulling him in for a deep, searing kiss. "He was a sexual genius..."
Harry's eyes widened at the mention of his father, his hands clenched into fists and he found himself listening harder.
"...he was a pervert, you mean?" Remus was gasping, he sat astride Sirius with his head tipped back as he felt teeth on his throat.
"Pervert...Sexual pariah...same difference..." Sirius hissed. "Mmm...but he could make me cum with just his voice, Moony..."
Remus uttered a sharp gasp as he felt Sirius' hips grinding into his own. "I remember...nnng...Gods...keep going..."
"He was special..." Sirius bit down hard on Remus' throat making the man jerk in his hands and he chuckled roughly.
"His tongue did things..." Remus muttered, eyes going blurry with unshed tears as he remembered his friend.
"Beautiful..." Sirius murmured, keeping up the steady rocking motion he had started as he buried his face in Remus' hair. "He kept me sane..."
Remus laughed, the sound turning into a long, drawn out groan as Sirius slid his hand into his trousers. "You...have never...been s-sane..." He whispered, pumping his hips into the warm palm.
Harry swallowed the lump in his throat, he wasn't sure how he felt at this discovery...his own father had been having sex with his two best friends? The thought made his stomach twist unpleasantly, had his mother known? He gazed at the wall, hearing Sirius rough gasps of pleasure joined by Remus' muttered curses.
"I want..." Sirius whispered, nuzzling Remus' hair and breathing heavily as he felt Remus shudder. "I want you..."
"Hurry..." Remus gasped, fingers gripping the chair behind Sirius as he was divested of his clothing.
Sirius turned them both over in one fluid movement, as always it surprised Remus, Sirius was still thin from his imprisonment in Azkaban, but he had his old strength. He gazed down into those familiar silver eyes as Sirius sat on his knees between his legs, he ran fingers through his long hair and smiled. "Did Lily ever mention it?" Sirius asked softly, his eyes full of sadness as they searched Remus' face. "You spoke to her more than I did...you two were close..."
"She knew about it...about us...about James...but she seemed content. James chose her in the end, even over..." He sighed heavily. "Sirius, you don't still...?" He left the question hanging and watched Sirius run his tongue up his thigh before looking back up at him.
"I will always love him, Remus. You knew I would...from the moment James told me he was marrying Lily...from the moment he left me and I came to you..."
Remus sighed and nodded. "I knew. I still don't understand why you consented to becoming his best man, to becoming his sons Godfather..."
Sirius' smile was crooked and Remus saw the dark taint of Azkaban in their silver depths. "Because I loved him...I still love him...I'll never stop." His voice was rough and cracked and Remus pushed away his own pain and brought Sirius to his lips.
"He always loved you Sirius...you know he did...it's just that he couldn't stay with you."
"I know." Sirius whispered, kissing Remus deeply. "I honestly have no idea what I would do without you, Remus..."
"Your balls would shrivel up, or explode...you know your hand is never enough..."
Harry felt the heat in his face increase as he heard Sirius gasping. He had never known, never even considered the possibility that Sirius had been in love with his father...it was a strange concept and difficult to comprehend, he didn't know what he should be feeling. Oddly he felt closer to his Godfather after this piece of news, it explained many things, especially the strange look he would sometimes catch in Sirius' eyes when he caught him looking at him...
"Fuck Remus...that's good..."
"Shhh..." Remus ran a hand down Sirius' back, his lips following the path before he moved his fingers deeper into Sirius' trembling body. He was on his knees, his arms braced against the arms of the chair as Remus knelt behind him. "I haven't topped for a while..."
"Make it good or I-I'll hold it-nnn...against you..."
Remus giggled, leaning down and running his tongue across the back of Sirius' neck. "Have I ever let you down?" He whispered hoarsely, feeling Sirius clench around his fingers.
"T-There was that time...In fourth year..."
"I was sleeping, that doesn't count." Remus grumbled, twisting his fingers suddenly and making Sirius' hips jerk and a cry escape his lips.
"Bastard!" Sirius growled.
"You deserved it." He looked down at his lover, seeing the scars across his back and remembering some of them having been caused by him when they had been in the Shrieking Shack...others had been James' tiny silver knife. "James was a Sadist...why you put up with it I'll never understand..." He muttered absently, tracing a long scar that ran down Sirius' lower back with his tongue.
"He was good with a knife." Sirius replied simply with a drawn out moan. "Come on...just fuck me already, Moons."
Harry realised he should probably move, he should probably go back upstairs to the room he was sharing with Ron and forget about this...but he was rooted to the spot as he heard a soft, wet sound and heavy panting. He swallowed the lump in his throat and chewed on his lip, half of him hoped he would hear more about his father...half of him didn't want to know more.
"Merlin Sirius...you're tight..."
"Twelve years in Azkaban Moony..." Sirius panted heavily as Remus entered him, the burning pain felt good and familiar.
"You...didn't get any...?"
"Who the fuck...do you think I am?"
"A whore." Remus hissed. "Relax a bit more..." He had his hands planted firmly on Sirius' hips as he pushed himself into that exquisite tight heat.
"God! You're going to pay for this..." Sirius hissed through his teeth, his fingers digging into the arms of the chair. "What would I fuck? Dementors?"
Remus chuckled, finally fully seated inside Sirius. He paused, allowing his friend to adjust to his intrusion. He leaned over Sirius' trembling back, grinning maliciously. "In your hay day you'd have fucked anything remotely human...or not...as the case may be..."
"Y-You're different..." Sirius gasped. "Those times...In the shack were..." he swallowed hard, not willing to give Remus the satisfaction of having him thrust backwards onto that wonderful cock. "...drunken...mistakes..." He gasped.
"Oh...mistakes were they? So...you didn't scream when you came? You didn't lose all your infamous Black pride when James tied you to the bed and fucked me in front of you? You didn't turn into a begging, gasping, sweating mess when he swallowed your cock?"
Sirius was trembling, his fingers digging so deep into the arms of the chair he had pierced through the fabric. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, he wasn't going to beg. He would die before begging Remus to move...no matter how badly he wanted it...no matter how much his cock was twitching in eager anticipation. "F-Fuck...you..." he managed to squeeze out between gritted teeth.
"No, Padfoot, I'm fucking you..."
Harry was so shocked to hear Remus talking like this, it was so strange he felt as if he'd been thrust into an alternate dimension where the adults had reverted to children and had sex where any old person would hear them and the ever calm and restrained Remus Lupin, ex-Defence teacher, hissed dirty things in the dim light of the room...it was mind boggling.
Remus held himself still, feeling Sirius twitching around him, he held back...he needed to hear Sirius beg, like he would for James. He wanted to hear him lose himself completely as he was consumed by pleasure and he wanted to make him come as hard as James did. He was trembling and having great difficulty not thrusting deep into that tight warmth that had swallowed his aching member, he could feel sweat trickling down his back and swallowing was difficult...but he held on. He knew he had far more self restraint than Sirius and he intended to use it.
As usual sex had become a competition, not that Sirius minded. It had been the same way since James had first decided they all needed to bond by sharing a 'group wank' in third year. It hadn't changed at all...James had always been determined to outlast them all, and Sirius liked a challenge, it didn't make any difference if James was trying to make him come or if Remus was...it was still a challenge he couldn't refuse, no matter how much it hurt.
Harry shifted uncomfortably in the heavy, brooding silence. The hall way was dim and he tried to concentrate with all his might on the patterned wall paper across from him, but he was interrupted by soft gasps, heavy panting and a stillness that made him want to scream.
Remus' head jerked around as he heard a noise from outside the partially closed door of the drawing room. "What was that?" He whispered. "I thought the Weasley's were with Arthur at St. Mungo's?"
Sirius hissed irritably. "Probably Kreacher..." He muttered, turning his head to look back at Remus who was frowning. "What's that look for?"
Remus turned his eyes to his lover, Sirius looked positively delicious on his knees, his face flushed and those hauntingly silver eyes glittering with passion and lust. But he was distracted...that scent was familiar, he looked back at the door wandering if he should let Sirius know they were being spied on...
"Fuck it." Sirius muttered, suddenly jerking his hips back. He grinned as he drew a sudden, agonising moan from the werewolf. "Get on with it Moony...I'm getting bored and I will resort to using my hand."
Remus turned away and forgot about their little spy when his eyes met Sirius', he smiled and ran nails down Sirius' back, slowly drawing himself out of his body and suddenly slamming back inside. Sirius whimpered, pressing his forehead into his arms and meeting Remus' thrusts as they settled into a regular rhythm.
Harry breathed a small sigh of relief when he realised no one had called him out, he was glad but then the noises in the room began to change, they went from playful to sudden, desperation...Sirius was muttering a rapid stream of curse words, Remus was moaning and the sound of sweaty skin rose above it all. They were noises Harry had never heard before and he felt himself growing hot as he stared blankly at the wall, he felt embarrassed and slightly ill but still his legs held him in place.
"Oh god, Remus!" Sirius gasped, arching his back.
Their pace was hard and fast, they lost themselves in their own pleasure and filled the room with noise.
Harry closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. He should have left as soon as he had worked out what was going on...he should be leaving now but still...there was something about listening to Sirius moan like that, something about knowing spying was wrong...he chewed his lip as he heard a soft wet sound and a strangled cry.
"Yes...Remus...right th-there...nnng...so, so...good...Keep...keep going I-I..."
"Are you cumming?" Remus gasped, pulling Sirius upright as he continued his brutal thrusts. He wrapped his hand around Sirius' aching erection and tugged on it. He felt him convulse and bit down hard on the junction between his neck and shoulder. "Then cum..." He growled.
Harry's eyes snapped open and he turned his head, gazing into the room through the crack in the open door. His eyes widened as he saw the two men; Sirius had his back to Remus' chest who clasped his rather impressive cock in his hand, and Harry realised with a queer jolt, that Sirius was cumming. His black hair stuck to his face and his eyes were closed, one hand had joined Remus' on his erection and his hips were moving in an erratic way, his toes curled and he hissed air through his teeth. White liquid hit the green sofa as he came with a breathy gasp, a name slipped past his lips: "James..."
Remus felt Sirius tighten around him and he thrust into him, once twice and...his orgasm hit him with the force of a train and he came with a strangled grunt which he muffled in Sirius' sweaty hair.
Sirius collapsed with Remus on top of him, he let slip a breathy chuckle. "I...I think you lost..." he gasped.
"No..." Remus muttered, placing lazy, sloppy kisses across Sirius' shoulders. "You came first..."
"I did? Shit..." Sirius rolled himself over and lay his head on Remus' chest. "Next time I'm topping...and then we'll see who lasts..."
"Sounds like an exciting challenge, Black." Remus murmured, breathing deeply into Sirius' hair.
Harry shivered, he felt cold and slightly confused. He had no idea what he should be feeling about it all...so he took a few shuddery breaths...
"Oh, Harry? Next time, it's probably best you don't stand outside the room...It's late, go to sleep." Remus called.
Sirius' eyes widened. "Harry?" He gasped.
"He's been stood outside for a while." Remus replied, eyes on the door as he ran fingers down Sirius' spine.
"Y-You mean he...?"
"Heard us? I should say so, you're not quiet you know."
Harry swore softly and heard Remus chuckle.
"I said go to bed, it's late and you're going to see Arthur with the others tomorrow, aren't you?"
"Er...y-yeah...I-I'm...sorry..." Harry stammered, sounding more like a child than he ever had. He turned and fled up the stairs, followed by Sirius' wordless exclamations and the Werewolf's soft laughter.