BDSM I – Burning Dreams & Sinful Memories

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for some sexual content, violence and language. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!

WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male) and BDSM (kinky sex)!! Ye be warned

Author's Note: the first fic in my series of BDSM-centric fictions. YAY! Here we go. 'You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me…' Cheers.

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The soft darkness was inviting after the bite of Firewhiskey in the back of his throat and down his esophagus. But Remus Lupin knew it was a hollow softness. Because as soon as he shut his eyes, as soon as he tried to sleep, Sirius would break free from the prison his mind had created. Which was why he was having the fourth drink he didn't want and trying to ignore his raging erection instead of sleeping.

He sighed and leaned back, rubbing pale, long-fingered hands into his eyes sockets. One year. One year it would be in a matter of days. Three hundred and sixty five days of mourning and pain and drunken stupors without an ounce of solace gained.

His mind was too bleary and exhausted to keep Sirius locked away and as his head lolled back and his eyelids fluttered closed, he slouched in his seat. The feel of the fabric rubbing over his hard cock was enough to unleash the memories and his head swam with them…

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A loud slap rent the air, followed immediately by Remus' appreciative grunt. "Enjoying yourself?" Sirius purred next to his ear, making his cock throb and strain. He tried to choke out an answer from around his gag, but couldn't. His "Yes Master" came out an unintelligible muffled mess.

Sirius toyed with the edge of the paddle, turning the handle idly over in his grip. He smiled and brought it with terrific force against Remus' backside once more and once more, the werewolf yelped his ecstasy.

He was bound securely to the tall, broad column of one of the four posts on his bed, bent slightly at the waist, his arse presented for Sirius to do with as he wished. Rope rubbed at his flesh around his wrists and his arousal only sharpened with the burn. He could feel the cock ring around the base of his member, the metal still cool despite the heat radiating form him. His ragged breathing was loud in his ears, his heart jack-hammering in time in his chest.

Another loud slap resonated through the room and reverberated across his crimson arse, making him gasp and his eyes squeeze shut. Finally, he felt Sirius' hands on his burning skin.

"Had enough?" he asked softly. Remus nodded. His lover's hands clenched around the flesh, squeezing briefly and then he moved away. He returned quickly and pressed himself to Remus' opening. "Mmm Merlin, I want to fuck you so bad… Fuck you until you can't stand anymore…" His hands ran over Remus' neck and back, soft and possessive. "Do you want me to fuck you like you deserve?"

The gag made it impossible to reply, and so Sirius reached up and removed it. Remus swallowed hard and his voice was thick when he replied.

"Yes Master. Please…"

"And why should I? You've been such a naughty boy of late…" His words were teasing, but his hands were no longer soft. They raked over Remus' back, making him ache with need.

"I…I need it…" Sirius sighed dramatically, and tapped the ropes binding Remus' hands to the bedpost with his wand; they slithered, undone, to the floor.

"On your knees." Remus obeyed. He felt his cheeks darken as Sirius pressed the tip of his phallus to his lips, but opened his mouth for him nonetheless.

He knew he shouldn't want to be this way. He knew that he was messed up enough, preferring guys to girls and being a werewolf on top of that, but a masochistic one? Well hell, he might as well just advertise himself as the biggest weirdo ever. But there it was. He was a seventeen year old, gay, submissive werewolf, who happened to enjoy bondage.

Sirius bucked forward, almost the entire length of his cock pressing into Remus' mouth, choking him. "Ohh fuck yes. Take it…take my cock baby… Yes, just like the little whore we both know you are."

He could taste pre-come in the back of his throat and sucked harder. He wanted it. He loved it. He needed it.

Desire burned in the pit of his stomach at his own neglected erection, but he knew better than to touch himself. The first and last time he had done so, he'd been kept on the edge of release all night and received fifty lashes as punishment. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it, really…

Sirius pulled away suddenly, his own face flushed with his arousal. He fingered the collar Remus wore around his neck, smirking. "Do you remember when I bought you this?" Remus did and nodded. It had been his last birthday. James and Pete had thought it a hoot, a sign he should 'take Padfoot for a walk', but Remus had known better.

"Mmm, me too." The reminiscent gleam faded from Sirius' eyes and his pupil flared with his desire. "Stand," he commanded. Remus stood.

Sirius took him forcefully by his collar and led him around the bed. "Get on." Once Remus was positioned to his liking, he waved his wand again, and ropes sprung from the ancient wood, capturing his lover's wrists and ankles securely. Remus tested them more for show than anything. He knew they would be unbreakable.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you, Master."

Sirius smirked. "Good boy. Maybe you'll learn yet…" His lips caressed a nipple and Remus whimpered. Instantly, teeth nipped at the bud hard, and Remus gasped. "Or maybe not. I want you utterly and completely silent until I tell you otherwise, do you understand?" The lycan nodded.

Sirius sat back and surveyed him with cool grey eyes. He was a fucking sex god, and just looking at him made Remus rock hard. And he knew it too. Fingers skimmed down faintly scarred stomach, and dipped into the gentle valley inside his hip. "So hard," he breathed against Remus' cock, the tip slick with pre-come and engorged. He tasted it, tongue flicking out as his hands cupped his balls. "So hard…"

Remus bit his tongue, trying not to make a sound. It was damn near impossible…

"So eager" Sirius hissed. He moved lower, between Remus' splayed thighs and on a whim, leaned over and bit the soft, supple flesh, tasting him. "So good."

He lowered his mouth back onto Remus' cock; the hot wetness all around him but the cock ring still denying him release was unbearable. He moaned softly.

Sirius' hand was hard across his face, his head whipping to the side roughly. "Did I tell you you could make a sound? Affirm!"

"No Master," Remus whispered.

"Did I specifically not tell you to shut the fuck up?"

"Yes Master."

"You need to be punished." Sirius sat back again and grabbed up his wand. He magicked one of Remus' legs free and the werewolf was confused.

"If you want to make lots of noise, I'll give you a reason to make lots of noise…" His cock pushed roughly into Remus and the werewolf tried not to cry out. "Scream for me you little slut. Scream like I know you want to. I want to hear you as I fuck you."

Remus moaned loudly as Sirius buried himself inside the clinging heat of Remus' ass. "Louder" Sirius called, pulling out. "Make it believable you whore."

He thrust in again. Much harder this time and Remus felt his eyes roll back in their sockets as he moaned yet even louder. Sirius lifted his free leg so it rested against his chest and the angle of his thrusting set them both ablaze.

Sirius pounded a frantic rhythm in and out of him, and Remus screamed, feeling as though is vocal chords might in fact tear in half with the pleasure of it all. He could feel the bite of rope on his wrists and ankle once more. The cock ring was too much; he was going to die…

The Animagus didn't pull it off yet though. No… He pinned his lover to the bed, despite the futility of the action, and fucked him harder and faster, and Remus moaned freely.

"M-m-master…" he panted. "Master…please…"

Sirius chuckled. "You think you deserve to come after being so bad?" he gasped back. He gripped Remus' chin with his free hand and whispered heatedly into his ear, "Or do you think I will have mercy on you?"

Remus had no idea. Sirius let the hand slide around to his throat, pulling at the collar, still fucking him senseless.

"Please…" Remus gasped, feeling his imminent release building spectacularly.

Sirius bucked and howled, and Remus felt the hot explosion inside him, and the cock ring slid down his length and he lost himself to a myriad of colour and heat and bliss.

For hours it seemed, he danced and writhed on the edge of Nirvana, until he fell back to himself, opening his eyes slowly, trying to regain control of his breathing.

Sirius licked his chest happily. "You're lucky I'm such a nice guy," he sighed.

Remus smiled, and as Sirius looked at him, amusement and love sparkling in the depths of his eyes, he felt his heart would burst. He wanted to stay like this forever with this man. God, in that moment, he really, truly, loved him.

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Remus woke with a start. His eyes were wet with tears, and he realized he'd drifted off. He sat up, and found his hand was in his pants and his cock was no longer hard. His seed was sticky and congealing on his underwear and hand. He sighed and magicked the mess away.

He was sweating form the intensity of his dream, and his face felt as flushed now as it had that night. He downed the last of his Firewhiskey in one healthy go and set the glass back on the table, rubbing his eyes once more.

Maybe tonight, he would sleep. Sleep always came after the burning dreams and sinful memories.

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Author's Note: so what did we all think? Rubbish? Should I continue? You tell me…via reviewing!! GWAH-NESS!! Umm…that's it. Cheers!