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"Fucking Dumbledore," Remus groaned to himself as he downed yet another cup of coffee; his third on this shift, because it was the second time this week that he'd been left to twelve hours of road patrol alone thanks to his supervisor's inadequate scheduling.
He enjoyed being a lone wolf normally, but there was just something about watching the cars go by that he thought was supremely boring, and without anyone in his passenger seat, he found himself routinely nodding off; especially when it was going on hour eight, and the rush of traffic with the morning sun had gone and he hadn't had more than an unsafe lane change or a missing seat belt all night.
Just as he was begging the universe to give him something, anything interesting, it did .
Sort of.
Just another speeding car, but he at least got to flip on his siren and give chase, which got his adrenaline pumping a little. His prey drive was always higher this close to the full moon, and without an omega to go home to, well.. an alpha had to get his kicks where he could.
Woop woop.
Woop woop.
The sound of Remus's police siren as he rode the ass of a beaten up looking car with his red and blue lights flashing had the lone driver pulling over to the side of the motorway shortly after Remus started tailing him.
Not immediately, though, the stubborn prick had cruised another kilometer down the motorway before finally getting the hint, with Remus nearly bumping his tail end to catch his attention.
After the shadowy man put his car in park, Remus watched with an impeded vantage point him muttering, hitting his heel against his steering wheel out of frustration and making the horn sound with what he could only assume was a curse of the man's bad luck, and heavy foot.
"Hey there mate," Remus called as he approached the window, which rolled open by a crank. He stopped just short of it, looking down at his cell as he pulled up the app required to run the driver's information. "Do you know why I pulled you over today?"
The man's head thumped back against his head rest, black curls falling messily around his shoulders, and Remus caught the way his sharp jaw locked out of the corner of his eye.
"Not a clue, officer," The man chimed, turning his chin to flash a fake smile, and when Remus finally glanced at his face, he was taken aback by stark, shining silver eyes underneath a fan of thick black lashes.
This guy was attractive; artful tattoos lined his throat, - wolves, and moons, and stars - crowned by plump lips that would pout so pretty if he weren't all but snarling at him. The first thought that Remus had was that he shouldn't be driving a car but riding on some fancy, expensive motorbike.
The second thing to hit Remus was the strong pheromones wafting out from the window; burnt sugar scent on the tail end of spicy, pungent anger that made Remus's cock twitch and swell with interest.
Adjusting his stance to bend, folding his arms over the lip of the rolled down window, Remus raised his brows and said sternly, "You were going twenty-K over the limit when you passed by me. Where are you off to in such a rush?"
"Look, I've already had a shit morning, okay. I've been at work, and my missus- she's been up too, morning shift, and I'm late as fuck to pick her up," The man answered begrudgingly. Remus watched his mouth move as he ranted, a small curl of jealousy twisting in his stomach. "She's gonna fucking kill me if we're late to set again. We've got a show tonight and practice in like.. an hour."
"A show?"
"We're in a band."
"Got a name?"
"The Marauders."
Remus shook his head, a small smile blooming on his face. "You, mate. What's your name?"
"I'm in a rush, can't you just run my plates and send me a ticket?" He answered instead, and oh, he's definitely not an omega. There's teeth behind his words, sharp and white and used to getting his way.
An alpha for sure, and yet, Remus got the very distinct impression that this man was meant to be his .
His mate.
It doesn't matter that they're not made to match this way, they do , he can feel it in his bones, in his throbbing member, flushed and weeping in his pants at the challenge presented to it and he denies it, denies them, because evolution be damned, this straight guy glares at him and obviously doesn't feel the same connection, and though instinct threatens to overwhelm him with the desire to point it out and claim him on his cock, Remus has never been a man who let the animal inside of him rule.
"I get you're in a rush," Remus nods politely, stowing the nonsensical urge to delay him, keep him. "Just give me your license, I'll run it and your reg-o and get you off again soon as, yeah?"
The man stares at him, lips pursed and silent.
"Haven't got it on you? That's fine," Remus pulls up his phone again. "Illegal, but.. fine. Just need your full name and date of birth."
"Sirius," He mutters. "Like the star."
Fitting, Remus thinks, giving him another glance. Sirius glows brightly, burns too hot, temper covering all evidence of any soft center with the sharp flavor of a flaming candy, and all over a traffic stop .
"Spell that for me," Remus asks, if only to keep the man talking, because his voice is possibly the most interesting part of Remus's day; the soft French accent behind his words sending shivers down his spine.
"S-I-R-I-U-S, last name: Black, date of birth.. ugh, look, I'm suspended okay, so there's really no point-.."
"You're suspended from driving?" Remus confirms, straightening when a sharp spike of annoyance makes him feel edgy. Life sure is testing him this morning, but at least he doesn't feel so tired anymore.
He feels uniquely alive under Sirius's ardent gaze.
Sirius nods, hitting his wheel again.
"Alright, calm down," He sighs, but of course, Sirius doesn't listen.
"I'm just.. I'm fucking late man, okay, and you're wasting my time here!"
"You've wasted your own time," Remus corrects sharply. "By driving on a suspended license, and speeding as well. So you're going to have to sit here and wait for me to get you sorted, yeah? And then if you can do that, I might be nice enough to follow you to pick up your missus . Full escort home, too, before I take your keys."
"Fuck," Sirius groans loudly, his bad attitude like a wave of threatening nausea. Remus takes a step back to avoid the effects this man is having on his body - the desire to make it better, easier for him, leeway he was already offering - and walks around to the front to run his car's details while Sirius continues to have a tantrum inside of it.
A proper tantrum, one that escalates the longer that Remus takes, and he does admittedly tack on a few minutes but nobody can judge him for typing a little slow just to keep an eye on the man turned violent in his seat, the morning star burning behind white plumes of unwarranted fury.
It is at this point that usually Remus might call back up, because he's practically tearing apart his own car like an animal.
He needs a leash, Remus thinks darkly. When a loud growl permeates around the car he adds internally, and a muzzle.
But that ultimately isn't for Remus to decide - or provide - and he finishes tracking this stop in his system as he comes back around to the driver's side, trying his best to remain unaffected by Sirius's agitated attitude.
He imbues his tone with nonchalance as he says, "Right. All set. You'll get those tickets in the mail, there'll be avenues to appeal on the back and you have thirty days to do so. Lucky for you it's been a slow day, so I'll follow you 'round to grab your missus, and we'll take care of impounding your car after."
"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fine, thank you, " Sirius grounds out, and Remus walks past his bumper towards his own car, forcing himself to let him go, but then the sound of movement catches his attention and makes him turn around. Sirius pulls himself out of the window, ass balancing heavily on the lip of it with his hand on the top of his car as he yells proudly. "And. Fuck. You. Too! "
Remus's last nerve catches fire with the venom spit at him like fuel.
Rolling his eyes at the dramatics, he stalks back over like a man on a mission.
An animal on the hunt.
As Sirius slips back into his seat again, Remus reaches in and yanks his keys from the ignition. He holds them out until Sirius makes a grab at them with a surly hey! and then he pockets them, zipping them up safely in his vest.
"Ah, ah, ah," He tuts harshly. "I've changed my mind. You're not driving anywhere today."
"You can't be serious!"
"That's all you, big boy," Remus coos back, unamused.
"No," Sirius whines. "No, no, shit, give them back! Please! I'm sorry! I'm just.. I'm so late!"
Remus grins, allowing himself to feel proud about the show of regretful subjugation, but keeps on as confidently as he'd begun. "Nope, you should've thought about that before you copped such an attitude. I'm calling a tow for your car, being caught driving on a suspended license is an immediate 28-day impound."
"How am I supposed to get home?" Sirius pouts loudly.
"Better call a ride," Remus shrugs, dialing the number to the tow company. "Driving when you're all amped up like this makes you a danger to yourself and others."
Before he can press call, though, Sirius reaches out, grabbing the wire of the walky hooked onto his pocket and tugging him in. It isn't a threatening tug, but Remus catches his wrist and twists it nonetheless, and both of them hiss at the connection.
"I got no one to call, man, come on," Sirius looks up at him, anger softening to a petulance that smells so sweet Remus wants to bend down and suck it off his tongue. "You can't just leave me on the side of the road like this."
His heart twists and burns just like Sirius's wrist must.
Sighing, Remus takes a step away, and a pang of loss fills him; begs him to close the space between them more insistently. "Get in my car, I'll give you a ride."
Even though it's a terrible idea to be in an enclosed space with you .
"Can't you just let me drive?" Sirius begs irritably as he gets out of his car. He slams the door behind him, practically stomping his feet with frustration as he follows beside Remus to the cruiser. "First you take my keys, what next, you gonna take my virginity too?"
He would've let it slide, he would have, except that Sirius couples the taunt with a shove, and it's all the spark Remus needs to truly ignite. He easily turns off his walky, and then grabs Sirius's wrists and spins him around, bending him swiftly over the bonnet of his car.
Sirius grunts harshly as Remus comes down overtop of him; unnecessary, with his hold on his wrists and then in his hair, but satisfying. He spreads Sirius's ankles with his feet, even though the slightly smaller man fights, and writhes underneath him.
"You want me to, rockstar? Huh?" Remus growls, thrusting his hips forward to further pin the man underneath him, who turns to press his cheek against the hood. It goes red with the force of Remus's hand on the back of his head. "Want me to replace those demerit points with my dick ?"
Sirius snaps at his arm, but a spike of arousal betrays him, the air around them suddenly filled with the scent of salt dripping from a puffy slit.
"Yeah, thirty five minutes sitting on my cock, one for each point. How does that sound?" Nipping at the lobe of his ear, he knows his voice has dropped low, guttural sounding and hard to refuse, and he doesn't care that he's breaking all the rules because Sirius's teeth crash into his jaw as harshly as his words when he tries to, anyway.
"You won't even last thirty five minutes."
Remus grins maniacally.
"You'll be begging me to make it forty when I do." Releasing Sirius's hair, Remus shoves his hand underneath his waist, dragging down his fly roughly and foregoing the button to stuff his hand between the teeth, finding the opening of his pants and crossing that boundary too.
"Right here?" Sirius gasps harshly. "On the side of the fucking road, officer?"
"My name's Remus," He corrects, and when his hand closes around Sirius's satiny erection, the star preens it, parrots it sort of breathlessly.
Not the high pitched trill of an omega like he's heard from his friend's mates' before, but a growl, a rumble, one that makes his cock strain in his uniform as he thinks he likes this sound more .
Wants to hear it always, hear it loudly, make it ring like wedding bells but first, he slides his dry grip along the swollen length of his cock, aiming to make him come .
"Let's see what you've got in here," He taunts as he strokes him. "Anything worth tugging? Hmm.."
Sirius feels like a good size, definitely made to breed a mate with birthing hips on her, but instead Remus directs his pleasure, coating the inside of his pants with useless white before sliding his sticky hand out, around, down again to cup his ass and spread his cheek, using the mess to thumb at his hole. It's a tight squeeze; the pants, and his cunt.
He grinds himself all whorish against Sirius, letting his body weight do the work of pushing his digit into the untapped muscle. It gives reluctantly, and Sirius drags out the feeling of being breached by fighting it - and then by shoving his ass backwards, against the force of Remus testing the stretch.
Cars driving by would see a police officer restraining an unruly citizen, bending down to growl threats in his ear, and that's exactly what he does with his teeth on his shoulder, on his jaw, biting into the supple fat of his cheek, too, everywhere but where his claim would last, because he'd rather do that when he's inside, making this body his .
"You like that, bitch?" He purrs, replacing his thumb with two dry fingers instead and enjoying the grunts of discomfort that Sirius gives, followed up by that noise .
The one he can't hide, or deny, the one that is nature's way of saying more, more, more , even as he's reluctant to give up his footing, has them planted and pushing, trying to knock Remus off his course.
"I'm an alpha," Sirius grits out, eyes shut against the assault.
"Yeah," Remus grins, words soft like fabric and pressed into his clothed back, wanting the shirt gone . Wanting to taste the sweat on his skin, in all of the deepest divets and around the knobs of his spine. "I know. You put up such a good fight, too, don't you, rockstar? Almost got me, the whole out-of-control temper tantrum act, but," Yanking his hand out of his pants with little warning, Remus tugs him up and turns him around again. Sirius has a dizzy, frustrated look on his face as he squirms, until Remus's knee comes up to his hard center, pinning him again. "You were just hiding this weren't you?" As he kneads his knee against him, the smell of sour attraction makes his senses riot with the need to have him now .
"Like you weren't?" Sirius scoffs. He arches his hips, presses their bodies more firmly together, and Remus knows it's obvious how desperately aroused he is. How ready to fuck.
"You gonna let me take you the easy way, or you gonna make it hurt?" Remus asks pointedly, uncaring either way it goes, at this point, bent to the evolutionary call to force himself inside regardless.
"You'll have to restrain me," Sirius growls, jerking forward to bite at him. Remus dodges the teeth, and slaps his palm against Sirius's cheek in response. Sirius's chin turns with a gasp, and a satisfied, hellish smirk precedes a dangerous, "If I get loose, Remus, it's you who's going to be fucked ."
He has no doubt about it, and it's why Sirius ends up handcuffed , shirt ripped down the middle of his back.
The cold metal bites into his wrists, tightened to the max so that his elbows quite literally touch, just because Remus wanted to see how flexible he is.
As it turns out, the answer is very .
He's got his face smashed into the backseat of the police cruiser, a knee folded up underneath his chest while the other is spread wide, foot caught underneath the seat with his trousers hanging off of his ankle and his knee is kept straight by the weight of Remus's body as he covers him in bite marks.
He uses his teeth to tug skin every soft place he finds; tonguing underneath his arm pit, molding his lips around his ribs, rimming him so thoroughly that when he fits the head of his cock at his entrance it's soaked, and shining, and it's still not fucking ready because Sirius wasn't joking about his virginity but it's as good as it's going to fucking get on the side of the road and Remus can't wait anymore.
He jerks him as upright as he can get him, so Sirius's eyes are on the passing traffic as he pushes his cock past the raw flower between his asscheeks. Sirius makes pained noises, his body tight, but this he doesn't fight, like he's given up trying to deny the inevitability of it.
Dropping his hair to instead wrap his large hand around the delicate column of his throat, Remus holds him steady as he mercilessly fits himself inside.
Short strokes gain him an inch, an inch, an inch until he just can't take it anymore, and at the same time as he sinks his teeth into the supple mating gland below his throat, he buries himself to the hilt inside of him.
Sirius cries out as white spots dance across his vision. His body burns; from arousal, from the stretch and bend and pain, from the significance of a bond using his nerves like a livewire for the solidification of his mate inside of him. He can't even scramble or claw for purchase, the hard metal of the cuffs bites into his wrists sharp enough to cut skin, and when his fingers start to drip he's unsure - and uncaring of - if it's sweat, or spit, or blood that wets him.
All he knows is pleasure where the monster behind him makes him whole, and starts to fuck into his hole; more of a rocking, then a thrust, like he's unwilling to pull out of his wet heat. He tenses on purpose, can feel the outline of his cock inside of him when he does, as clear as if it were in his hand.
Remus groans his appreciation, heavy panted breaths making the hair before his ear feel dewy. "That's it, fucking take it."
He grinds his ass back in response, a fullness and a satiation like he's never felt before filling his chest at the sound of Remus's voice.
His praise makes him feel floaty, and Sirius wants both to chase that feeling and to smash it underneath the knee he has digging into the leather seat, slipping repeatedly.
The hand threatening his air supply squeezes, and his throat makes that noise again; deep enjoyment, obvious, loud and echoing between them.
Remus sings his praise as his cock starts to drag in longer strokes, until he's pulling all of the way out to the bulging head and thrusting in as deeply, making Sirius feel like it's a new split every time he enters him.
He's never been with a man before, but this one.. this one is a wolf, his teeth just as sharp as Sirius's, and his bite just as hard. He'll be covered in bruises, marks, the mating gland alight and the sharp smell of Remus all over him.
His mate.
There won't be any hiding this, any going back after they're finished, and Sirius is close to finishing again, completely untouched except for his prostate which Remus seems to make it his singular mission to milk.
Remus's free hand comes around to stroke one of his nipples, and it makes Sirius's head fall back, his eyes rolling.
"You like that? Yeah.. see, your body knows what you're meant for." Remus pinches it, earning him an inordinately tight squeeze around his cock that has him near bursting.
But it's only been twenty minutes, Remus promised Sirius thirty five, and he promised himself close to an hour, so he stops focusing on the way his balls tighten and instead works the head of his cock against the squishy, special place that has his mate's swollen clit drooling.
Sticky, opalescent beads of come pool from Sirius's extended length as he continues to tease and test the peaked rose buds on his otherwise pale and bare chest. There's no hair on his body, Remus notes favorably as he slides his hand down his stomach and jerks the rest of his load free.
It lands in wet, explosive splatters on the window and drips down, messy and coating the door handle.
Shoving Sirius forward with his body he demands, "Clean it up."
Sirius growls, resistant, but he drags his tongue along the white stripes he's painted the glass with.
"Good dog. Show all those people driving by how useful your tongue is for something other than slurs. Fuck, that's hot," Remus groans, mouth watering and wanting desperately to know what that salt tastes like on his mate's tongue. "Come here, share that spunk with your alpha- ah. ah. " He squeezes his jaw tightly until he's whining and his tongue is going lax for the way that Sirius bites when he stuffs two fingers past his lips. He presses down, the heat of his mouth around his fingers matching the the fire he fucks himself into.
He tests the limits of his throat, this short of making him vomit, before he pulls his hand out and lets go, lets Sirius fall face first against the seat as he tastes the saliva, and semen, and satiation he's coated his fingers with.
It's the most delicious thing he's ever had in his mouth, second only to this man's ass, himself mixed in with pleasure, pain and forced submission on his alpha's tongue.
"I'm.. an.. alpha.. too," Sirius grunts timely with each of Remus's renewed thrusts, as if he needs any more reminder than the deadly way that he digs his own nails into the palms of his hands deeply enough to make red spread between their bodies.
"You got a point to prove, baby, huh?" Remus grounds out, grinding himself in. Sirius thrusts back, even though his top half is all but collapsed.
Sirius yelps when Remus repositions them without warning, and he ends up sitting on his cock. "Be a good lap dog then, get yourself off again on my cock and I'll let you sink your teeth into me, too. Even fight you for it, if you want me to pretend to be resistant."
"Gonna let me fuck you?" Sirius rolls his hips; because he was made for this.
Made to take Remus deeply, fuck him good, fit him inside his body and milk him dry.
Made to be bred, and bred, and bred; endlessly, because it'll never be enough to make his stomach bloat with cubs, but their bodies don't care, and they'll be called to keep on fucking trying.
" That, " Remus groans, sitting back lazily, all except for the hold he keeps on the cuffs between his mate's wrists. "You'll have to fight me for."
"I'll win," Sirius grins surely, planting his knees beside Remus's thighs to bounce. The sounds of him landing, impaling himself, get more and more wet as he goes, his body acclimating to the taking and self lubricating his tiny cunt.
"Bet."
"I'll fuck you so hard, alpha," Sirius continues on. "Leave my seed inside of you so that everyone can smell me on you. Everyone's gonna know you've been made an alpha's bitch."
"Yeah, fuck yeah," Remus gasps, free hand landing harshly on Sirius's cock and tugging it insistently. His fist flies so rapidly that the darker olive of his skin blurs with the deep red of Sirius's stressed dick. "Everyone at the precinct's going to smell it anyway. Smell me, and you, and sex for fucking miles after this, baby."
"Fucking good, " Sirius heaves, hunches forward, body shuddering. Next time, Remus wants to feel his long arms falling over his shoulders, pressing him close. His body nudges Remus's walky, turns it on, at the same time as he moans, "Fuck. Fuck. Hurts . I'm gonna.. gonna fucking come again-.."
"What the fuck, Lupin?" He hears an operator's voice come through, but with sticky fingers he rips it from his chest and tosses it to the cruiser's floor, thrusting his hips up to meet Sirius's stuttering bounces.
He drags him down into a roll as he comes loudly, wetly, release fountaining down his shaft and over Remus's fingers. He stuffs them into his own mouth after he's finished, sucking his mate's musky release from the digits as he leans back, and when the clock he's been watching the whole time hits fifty minutes, he shoots.
Buries himself as deep as he can and feels his base swell obscenely and he forces that inside Sirius too. He uses his own body weight to force Sirius down onto his knot, and Sirius's head drops with a harsh cry against his shoulder, forehead buried and tears streaming as Remus breaks him open, ties them together.
"Fuck me," He complains, and then, "Fuck. Me," he begs, orders, and Remus makes inhuman noises as he does just that.
Holds Sirius tightly around his waist and grinds them together deeply, thoroughly, fucking permanently, his hands getting covered in the drying blood that drips down his lower back.
His knot keeps his entrance spread and plugged, keeps his come buried deeply inside of him, slicking up his walls and accentuating the fullness as they spend another twenty minutes rolling their hips and teasing each other with their mouths.
Open, teeth practically clashing when Sirius lifts up to tiredly press their foreheads together, and when Remus can't take it anymore, when his second load is pulsing and searching for a womb to breed, he drags Sirius into an all-consuming, carnivorous kiss that ends with Sirius's teeth printing his mouth, his chin, his throat, his mating glands.
The windows are fogged and the air is humid and they smell - the both of them, ripe and unmistakable - and Sirius, un-cuffed after Remus's knot receded, unbuttons Remus's ruined uniform - vest, shirt, padding and all - so that they can rub their skin together and spread the scent between them.
He drags the inside of his dirty wrists all over Remus, paints him in that protection and claims him just as decidedly.
Sirius nuzzles him, his temper forgotten or drained out of him, Remus isn't sure, but he plays with his limp cock until he's actually sobbing just to be sure that his frustration was in fact towards the attraction between them and that it's gone now.
Sirius knew, too, when he rolled down that window, that Remus was his mate, and he fought against it hard because he'd never subscribed to society's standards of how he should be as a son, as a man, as an alpha, but this.. this felt like a step too far.
Until it was several steps sending him flying face first into the bonnet, and as fun as it was to fight with Remus, it's impossible to fight a fate like this.
Impossible to deny his mate.
He doesn't have much except for wet wipes to clean them up with, but it doesn't much matter anyway. Remus could have a full, working, pop up shower in his boot and he would lie and say he didn't, just to enjoy the satisfaction of zipping up the obvious mess underneath his spare jacket, leaving the red welts and teeth marks and purple bruises like a collar around Sirius's throat visible.
Vice versa, he leaves himself a mess, doesn't even wipe the puddles or come off of his pants. He zips himself back up, fixes his shirt even though it's sweat stained and sticking starchly, and deposits a very sated Sirius into his passenger seat; already a perfectly reclined position with just enough leg room, like Remus had pre-adjusted it just for him.
Sirius's head rolls against the window as he catches Remus's hand, and pulls him into a rough kiss, a thank you, or as good as he might get from an alpha who just got fucked like a pretty breeding whore.
Remus grins into it, chases his tongue inside of his mouth, knocks his center console in the process but he doesn't care , because the taste of Sirius is everything.
It's a long kiss, a brilliant one, a promise and just as much a claim when it makes iron burst on his tongue. Against it, Remus muses, "You're really fucking late now, baby. Bet your missus is right pissed."
Sirius chuckles, not the first smile he's gotten but the barest and most blinding, because Remus opens his eyes to look down his nose at it when he feels it pressed into his lips.
"Worth it," He purrs, fingers twisted tightly in Remus's hair. An order to stay, and Remus listens.
"You're a good fucking lay, rockstar," Remus kisses him again, and again, again, before ruining it with a playful, "but I'm still giving you that ticket."
Sirius shoves him with an amused growl, and despite the way he sits and pouts with his arms crossed over his chest, seatbelt snuggly underneath, he's grinning as Remus gets settled and then pulls away from the little beater car still sitting sadly on the side of the road.
He calls the tow truck while he gives Sirius a ride, so that he can pick up - and break up - with his girlfriend.
He hopes, as he turns to look at Sirius, who's started to doze, that she's not an integral part of the band - The Marauders - because he really, really wants to get to see his mate - his star - on stage.