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Haha, yay for the virgin. Poor Sirius... XD Wahaha. And dang for his legs. Things like that always have to happen, do they? Then again... maybe not... *idea*

"Shit", Lupin says and stands up halfway, letting go of him and stepping to the side. Sirius notes with some satisfaction that his cheeks are red and his hands tremble, and while Lupin begins to rummage in his trouser pocket for something, Sirius pounces.

"Never trust a pirate when he says really", Sirius smirks down at the bewildered Captain in whose eyes anger and protest bloom like wild flowers. Their faces are close again now, body heat spirals off into Sirius' lungs and his attempts to breathe become feeble and clumsy. He can't help but start to move his hips again, jerkily, as if he's trying to hold back.

A miserable moan drips from his lips. Lupin uses this opportunity to free his hands and pull the shirt away that hangs off Sirius's shoulders. His hot skilled fingers steer towards his chest like a fleet of ships, commanded by a Captain who knows his way around... a Captain like Lupin.

"Am I going to be the first to touch you there?" Lupin whispers hoarsely and one of his hands plays with the band of his trousers while the other rubs a rosy nipple. "A-ah... no", Sirius pants, but his hips press against Lupin's hand and tell him the truth.

The next roll of waves beneath the ship bump him against his thigh, his arms almost fold in on themselves by the jolt of desire and pain. He can't breathe.

And then Lupin says, "Pirates like a pretty face like yours, but they love even more to break you open, lay you bare... I wonder... have you made any bad experiences, pretty boy?"

Sirius winces and buries his head in Lupin's jacket. Unwanted memories of groping hands, rough voices and a knife burn anew in his mind, the ripping of clothes, the dark, the terrified seventeen year old runaway and thank Neptune Potter saved him, but he feels the big flat hand in his trousers and the arms holding him tightly, it hurts... This time, his moan is pained, not born out of ecstasy, and Lupin looks at him.

He curses his tear-smeared cheeks and wants to hide his face, but Lupin pulls at his hair and grips his defiant chin.

"Dear oceans, I was right", he says, not surprised by this in the least. Sirius glares at him, humiliated enough on one day to last him a lifetime. And yet he doesn't want to leave.

Now, I think I've written enough... :) Now we know the reason why Sirius hasn't "deflowered" anybody in the course of his pirate career, heh... Maybe Lupin should give him some good experiences to keep the balance, then. *smirks*