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the MiRABELLe: WHAT WHAT
the MiRABELLe: erm WHAT
the MiRABELLe: remus> AH A GIRL
RomanMecca: actually it was James doing the jumping
the MiRABELLe: oh okay
the MiRABELLe: remus> AHHH A JAMES
RomanMecca: RPAGE PLEASE?!
the MiRABELLe: OKAY
RomanMecca: Where is the Remus?
the MiRABELLe: SINCE YOU SAID PLEASE
the MiRABELLe: ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
the MiRABELLe: UMMMMMMMMMMM
the MiRABELLe: umm i don't know. how about the dorm.
RomanMecca: ok
RomanMecca: in bed?
RomanMecca: or at a desk or something?
the MiRABELLe: reading on his bed yes
RomanMecca: James stormed into the sixth year boy's dorm and jumped onto Remus's bed, sitting on the slightly smaller boy. "What the hell, Moons?"
the MiRABELLe: Remus yelped indignantly, and tried to push James off. "What?" he asked, slightly bemused, but mostly just dazed. "And would you get off me?!"
RomanMecca: "Not until you promise to stop lying to me." James said firmly, shaking his head and pinning Remus's hands.
the MiRABELLe: "I didn't realize I was lying," Remus said, raising an eyebrow as he tried to squirm out from under him.
RomanMecca: "You said you were fine and then you 'er'ed." James said, readjusting his hold.
the MiRABELLe: "That wasn't lying," Remus said, still trying to escape. "That was bending the truth. And who says that 'er' is a bad thing?" He gave up, and frowned up at James.
RomanMecca: "You only er when it's bad." James said, trying to pin Moony firmly. "Come on, Moony, give it up."
the MiRABELLe: "I have given up. See? I'm not struggling anymore. Why are you sitting on me?" Remus asked, trying to avoid direct answers, because direct answers cause problems.
RomanMecca: "Because you haven't promised." James said in a tone of utter 'of course'.
the MiRABELLe: "Promised what?" Remus asked in annoyance. "That I will never say er again? Or that I will always tell you my deepest secrets?"
RomanMecca: "The deepest secrets of course." James said cheerily.
the MiRABELLe: Remus frowned. "I'm not going to tell you my deepest secrets!"
RomanMecca: "Why not?" James said confused. "I know your biggest one. Come on, Remus, I tell you mine." mostly.
the MiRABELLe: "Because!" Remus protested. That would mean telling him that he was madly in love with Sirius. He liked to pretend he wasn't, so telling James would be dumb. "That's just...No!"
RomanMecca: "I thought we were mates." James frowned, adjusting his hold on Remus to be more comfortable since EVIDENTLY he wasn't getting up any time soon.
the MiRABELLe: "We are mates, Prongs," Remus said. "I don't see what that has to do with me telling you my very last deep dark secret."
RomanMecca: "Why not?" James pondered. "Come on, Remus, we're more than friends- we're packmates."
the MiRABELLe: Remus sighed and looked away. "You don't want to know, James, really. Even I don't like it."
RomanMecca: "Oh wow, Moony what is it you grow fangs and hair once a month." James rolled his eyes before rolling off Remus and wrapping an arm around him. "Come on, Moony."
the MiRABELLe: Remus shook his head. "No way. I'm not telling you, and I'm not telling anyone."
RomanMecca: "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." James paused. "You know that reminds me of a game I played with Mary Davis in third year." he winked at Remus
the MiRABELLe: Remus sighed and shook his head, smiling slightly. "This is embarrassing. And horrible. And I will not tell you! Wait...what? No, no, I don't want to know."
RomanMecca: "It's a charming game that little Moony's shouldn't know about." James laughed. "Come on, I'll tell you my worse if you tell me yours."
the MiRABELLe: Remus looked skeptical. "I'll start by saying this -- you've no idea what I've done with Gideon, and you probably don't want to know. I can play my own sorts of games." He smirked.
RomanMecca: James buried his face in a pillow. "The bit's don't work!" he wailed. "They don't work together!"
the MiRABELLe: Remus laughed. "If only you knew, James." He decided that torture was fun, so he leaned over James and whispered, "And I bottom." He laid back down again. "See? Are you sure you want to know everything?" Anything to get away from the most horrible secret of them all.
RomanMecca: "Bottom <i>what</i>" said James the utterly naive, hitting Remus with a pillow.
the MiRABELLe: "You don't want to know, James, really." Remus laughed. "It would probably scar you for life. Just let me tell you one thing. The bits do work together." He smirked again. "So now I've told you that I'm not a virgin. Are you satisfied? I'm not telling you any more."
RomanMecca: "So there is more?" James pounced, blocking out the more DISTURBING portions of that statement.
the MiRABELLe: "Yes," Remus said sharply. "But you're not hearing any of it."
RomanMecca: "why not?" James protested. "I'm not going to tell anyone, Remus."
the MiRABELLe: Remus sighed. I mean, he COULD just say it, and maybe it wouldn't be a big deal, but, er... "Er."
RomanMecca: "you're er-ing again!" James protested, ruffling Remus's hair.
the MiRABELLe: "Thank you, Sherlock." Remus grimmaced as James ruffled his hair. "Do you honestly want to hear this?" What a dumb question. Of COURSE James did.
RomanMecca: "Of course I do!"
the MiRABELLe: Remus sighed. "Well, er, it sort of starts in 4th year, I guess."
RomanMecca: "ooooo, a story." James made himself comfortable, still holding Remus down with an arm across his chest. "Right then. Tell."
the MiRABELLe: Remus shot him a look, look a deep breath, and stared at the canopy. "Well, it was fourth year, I suppose, that I really sort of, er, realized I wasn't at all interested in girls. This was mainly because I had developed a crush on someone in a few of my classes, and was most certainly not a female." Oh, why oh why was he telling James this?
RomanMecca: "Gideon?" He suddenly raised his voice, talking in a high falsetto. "You've been dating Prewett since FOURTH YEAR?!"
the MiRABELLe: "No!" Remus protested. "Nonono! It wasn't Gideon! It wasn't even a Ravenclaw! I've been dating Gideon since the end of 5th year, actually. But no! It wasn't him."
RomanMecca: "Who then?"
the MiRABELLe: "Er. Well, you know him. Actually, you're, er, friends with him."
RomanMecca: "Peter? Weird tast-...Sirius?"
the MiRABELLe: Remus coughed, and shifted awkwardly. "Er."
RomanMecca: "ER? ER IS ALL YOU CAN SAY?" James said, whapping Remus's head softly. "Well that's why you two are always doing the EYES THING."
the MiRABELLe: "What EYES THING?" Remus asked, looking at James in confusing. "I said that I like him, not that he likes me!"\
RomanMecca: "Right, right." James rolled his eyes
the MiRABELLe: "What?" Remus asked again. "He doesn't!"
RomanMecca: "Fine." James nodded. "So...this Gideon, aside from having a trash mouth- he's good to you?"
the MiRABELLe: Remus snorted at the 'trash mouth' comment. "Yes. I mean, I'm happy. It's a little disconcerting to like someone else whilst I have a boyfriend, but other than that. Er."
RomanMecca: James looked akward. "You're er-ing again."
the MiRABELLe: "Oh, er, yes, I am." Remus shifted. "You don't even feel comfortable talking about this, so I don't know why we are."
RomanMecca: "Because I worry about you."
the MiRABELLe: Remus blinked. "Er. You do?"
RomanMecca: "Yes, you're my friend you git." James laughed, boxing Remus's ear.
the MiRABELLe: Remus thwapped James lightly over the head. "Doesn't mean you have to worry about me. Gideon isn't going to down me in the lake, you know. At least, not intentionally."
RomanMecca: "There's a chance of it happening accidently?"
the MiRABELLe: Remus rolled his eyes. "No, Mum. Not in this lifetime."
RomanMecca: "Hey!" James said, poking Remus. "Sirius is Mum, I'm Dad."
the MiRABELLe: Remus pulled a face. "I've got a crush on my mum. Ew."
RomanMecca: James cracked up, rolling on the bed. "We'll just call you Oedipus and be done with it."
the MiRABELLe: "Oi!" Remus picked up a pillow and thwapped James over the head with it. "Dad. Tell me, how did the bits work together when you two conceived me, eh?"
RomanMecca: "Well, Sirius is a woman, isn't he?"
the MiRABELLe: "If Sirius is a woman, I am most definitely not gay."
RomanMecca: James snorted. "See, Moony, you're straight."
the MiRABELLe: "So Gideon is also a woman?" Remus thought about this for a second, and then smirked evilly. "No, no, I know from first hand experience that Gideon is completely and totally male."
RomanMecca: "I don't need to know details!" James yelled, hitting Remus in the face with a pillow.
the MiRABELLe: "Oi!" Remus grabbed the pillow and hit James with it before he pounced, and pinned the taller boy down. "You wanted to know my deepest secrets. Well, here's some more. Have you ever wondered why they call gay men 'arse pirates'? Well, think about that, then apply 'bottoming', and I think you'll finally understand how the bits work together."
RomanMecca: "OH MY GOD." James screached in a rather girly fashion. "that's not PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE."
the MiRABELLe: "I assure you, James, that it is." Remus grinned.
RomanMecca: "Remus! You brazen hussy!" he smirked. "Or maybe Gideon's just not well endowed."
the MiRABELLe: "James, Gideon defines well endowed." Remus raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to know how it's done?" He knew James wouldn't, but haha it was funny to watch him get all horrified.
RomanMecca: Struggling just a bit under Remus James stuck his tongue out at him. "Why?"
the MiRABELLe: "Because. It's good to be well educated." Remus smirked. He pinned James' hands down harder. "And besides, what if the moment should ever arise when you need to know?"
RomanMecca: "What possible moment would that be?!"
the MiRABELLe: Remus shrugged. "How should I know?"
RomanMecca: "You're the one who brought it up."
the MiRABELLe: "I just like seeing you squirm," Remus said, bringing his face down reallyreally close to James'.
RomanMecca: "Fine, tell me." James said with the air of a martyer, spoiled by licking the side of Remus's face, giggling.
the MiRABELLe: Remus' wrinked his nose as James licked his face. "You really, honestly want to know how many fingers it takes?"
RomanMecca: "FINGERS? What do fingers have to do with it?"
the MiRABELLe: Remus laughed. "Think about it for a minute. Arse pirates, James, arse pirates..."
RomanMecca: "OH MY GOD WHY?!"
the MiRABELLe: Remus laughed. "Well if you think about it, obviously things have to fit! And they don't usually fit unless you help it along." HAHA poor, poor James.
RomanMecca: "doesn't that HURT?!"
the MiRABELLe: "The first time, yeah. A lot. Badly. But you get used to it, and oh my God, you've no idea how good it feels." Well, this was certainly the last thing Remus ever expected to be telling James about.
RomanMecca: James squirmed uncomfortably. "Better than regular sex?"
the MiRABELLe: "I honestly wouldn't know," Remus said. "I've never had 'regular sex,' as you so call it."
RomanMecca: "You've only er...'bottomed'?"
the MiRABELLe: Remus laughed lightly. "Yes."
RomanMecca: "Don't you want to try the other way?" he said curiously
the MiRABELLe: Remus thought about it for a second. "Not really, no. I mean, that's not to say I wouldnt, it just doesn't interest me."
RomanMecca: "So even though you think it's great, you won't let Gideon have it?"he grinned. "Remus, you greedy thing."
the MiRABELLe: Remus poked James in the side. "Shut up," he said with a grin.
RomanMecca: "Make me." James singsonged.
the MiRABELLe: Remus cackled. "Maaaaaaybe I will," he threatened, eyes narrowing playfully.
RomanMecca: "Yeah, how?" he eyes Remus. "It makes me nervous when you cackle."
the MiRABELLe: Remus leaned down again. "Making you nervous, am I? Think I'm going to go all gay on you and snog you into next week, eh?"
RomanMecca: "No, more like tickling, but now that you mention it. I'd understand, I'm irrestiable."
the MiRABELLe: "Heh, not that irresistable," Remus countered, letting go of James' hands to poke the boy's sides.
RomanMecca: "Oh, I am." James laughed, using his free hands to grab Remus and roll them over so he was sitting on Remus.
the MiRABELLe: "Take it from me, the resident Gryffindor shirt lifter. You aren't that desirable." Remus smirked, but quickly feigned a look of innocence.
RomanMecca: "Oi, Moony, I thought you were going to stop lying." James said, realizing Remus's hands and preening.
the MiRABELLe: "I have stopped lying," Remus said truthfully. "Must you always sit on me?"
RomanMecca: "yep." James said cheerfully. "I like my Moony chair."
the MiRABELLe: "I am not a chair!" Remus protested. "Are you sure that you're straight, you ponce?"
RomanMecca: "Why, is it catching?" James rolled his eyes, making himself comfortable.
the MiRABELLe: "Might be," Remus said cryptically. "But some days I seriously take your sexuality into consideration."
RomanMecca: "Why?" James said uncomfortably, loving his closet.
the MiRABELLe: "Well, let's see. For one, you're sitting on me, you've licked me, you and Sirius...I don't even want to KNOW what you two do together, and you have a fixation with Sirius being spanked."
RomanMecca: "Well, it's bloody weird! He likes being spanked! Don't you think that's weird?" James said, ignoring the rest of that completely accurate statement
the MiRABELLe: "Well, yes it's weird, but you didn't have to go and spank him, now did you?" Remus said, hiding his smirk. Oh, oh he knew he was right.
RomanMecca: "It was funny?" James offered weakl y
the MiRABELLe: "Maybe to you and your hand," Remus said. "I haven't even touched Sirius' arse!"
RomanMecca: "Well, it's nice." James said shortly.
the MiRABELLe: "Sirius' arse is nice, is it?" Remus asked, raising an eyebrow.
RomanMecca: "What? stop looking at me like that."
the MiRABELLe: Remus laughed. "You like Sirius' arse. Sirius is a boy. You are a boy. Hmm."
RomanMecca: "it was just an observation!" James yelped.
the MiRABELLe: Remus cracked up. "That's an observation I want to tell Sirius. 'Oh, Sirius, James fancies your arse. You'd best keep an eye on it.'"
RomanMecca: "you fancy the rest of him!"
the MiRABELLe: "But at least I've never groped his arse."
RomanMecca: [brb]
RomanMecca: "but you want to."
the MiRABELLe: "But I'
the MiRABELLe: ve at least controlled myself."
RomanMecca: "He didn't mind." James shrugged. "He knew I was just fooling about."
the MiRABELLe: Remus snorted. "And yet you thought it was nice."
RomanMecca: "Waht are you getting at, Moons?
the MiRABELLe: Remus smiled innocently. "Nooooooothing."
RomanMecca: "I don't believe you."
the MiRABELLe: "I know you're as straight as it gets, Prongs. Don't worry." There wasn't much conviction behind the words.
RomanMecca: "I hate you."
the MiRABELLe: Remus pouted.
RomanMecca: "Awww, I love you, Moony." James said, cuffing Remus gently and then hugging him. "I'm powerless before the pout."
the MiRABELLe: "And I love you too, Prongs. Platonically, of course," Remus added with a little laugh. "The Pout is powerful. Never underestimate it."
RomanMecca: "It's evil and must be stopped." James grinned.
the MiRABELLe: Remus pouted again.
RomanMecca: "Stop it!" James said covering Remus's mouth.
the MiRABELLe: "Mffftt!" said Remus. He glared at James and licked his hand.
RomanMecca: "Moony!" James pouted, wiping his hand on Moony's pants. "that's disgusting!"
the MiRABELLe: Remus pouted again. "I don't have cooties, you berk!"
RomanMecca: "You licked me though!"
the MiRABELLe: "You licked me first!" Remus protested.
RomanMecca: [must make short trip. bbl]
RomanMecca: "You were leaning!"
the MiRABELLe: "And your hand was on my mouth!"
RomanMecca: "There's that." James said cheerily.
the MiRABELLe: Remus groaned. "Meh, get off me now, will you?"
RomanMecca: "Comfy!" James protested, bouncing slightly on Remus's stomach.
the MiRABELLe: "Ow," Remus whined. "Careful with me."
RomanMecca: "Oh hush it, Whiney Mcwhinesalot." James laughed.
the MiRABELLe: Remus pouted, but the pout faded almost instantly. "You really are going to make things difficult for yourself."
RomanMecca: "How so?" James gloated slightly
the MiRABELLe: Remus grinned devilishly up at him, before hooking a hand around the back of his neck, and pulling him down for a very, very hard kiss.
RomanMecca: [WHOA BABY HI HOW ARE?!]
the MiRABELLe: ((HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH))
RomanMecca: James moaned softly, grabbing the back of Remus's shirt and pulling him closer for a moment before his eyes opened widely and he screamed like a girl "What the FUCK?!"
the MiRABELLe: Remus licked his lips and looking at James with an air of innocence. "Like that, did you? I told you you'd make things harder for yourself."
RomanMecca: "Ha fucking ha Remus." James said a little squeaky hoping before GOD that the harder part Remus was talking abuot wasn't the erection he was suddenly sporting THANKS REMUS.
the MiRABELLe: ((AHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAhaahahAH))
RomanMecca: :-D
the MiRABELLe: "A lot harder for yourself," Remus added, cocking an eyebrow. "How are you, James?"
RomanMecca: "In shock because my mate KISSED ME, THANKS." James squeaked, completely failing to get off of Remus.
the MiRABELLe: "You deserved it," Remus half-cackled. "And look, you're still on top of me? Might we want to reiterate what happens when you fail to get off?"
RomanMecca: James paused thinking about that. "I did not deserve it." he said absently.
the MiRABELLe: Remus narrowed his eyes at James, grabbed his tie, and pulling his face down thisclose to his own. He licked James' bottom lip. "Going to make me do it again, are you?"
RomanMecca: "Your boyfriend's going to be pissed off." James said softly, his lips brushing Remus's as he spoke.
the MiRABELLe: "Like this counts as cheating on him?" Remus countered, eyes darkening. "You're straight." HA. Very funny.
RomanMecca: "You're still kissing me." James protested.
the MiRABELLe: "Only to get you off of me," Remus said with a smirk, giving James' bottom lip a nip and a lick. "But you haven't moved."
RomanMecca: "Oh. OH." James flushed, rolling off Remus and on to his back.
the MiRABELLe: Remus was slightly disappointed, but he hid it. Instead, he turned onto his side and smiled at James. "Did I burn you?"
RomanMecca: "Burn me?" James said, turning to face Remus.
the MiRABELLe: Remus rolled his eyes, grabbed James by his tie, and pulled him back for another kiss. WHAT? ...so what if he likes Sirius...and has a boyfriend. And James is "straight"....Er.
RomanMecca: James attended to this kiss with a great deal more enthusium, pressing close to Remus and sliding his hand into Remus's fair hair. What? It was <s>fucking fabulous</s> nice and Remus was his friend so it wasn't like he was really a que...er.
the MiRABELLe: Remus wasn't expected James to actually...continue the kiss, so it was a fairly pleasant surprise. His right hand stayed fastened to the tie, and his left hand rested tentatively on James' side as he tilted his head to get more access to the other boy's mouth.
RomanMecca: James moaned very, very softly, sliding his free hand to the small of Remus's back. Tenatively he stroked Remus's tongue with his own.
the MiRABELLe: Well this was...odd, yes, and somewhere deep down, Remus felt guilty, but for now...HAHA he didn't feel guilty at all. Rather, he moaned just as softly into James' mouth, pressing those extra inches closer to the taller boy, the hand on his side gripping the fabric of his shirt.
RomanMecca: James was not thinking about how different this was with the short hair and the lack of breasts pressing against his chest- which was surprisingly nice, actually thanks- and concentrated on how much better kissing someone he cared about was as he pressed his chest and hips flush with Remus'.
the MiRABELLe: With the sudden contact of James' hips, Remus seemed to come back to reality. Violently. He pulled back, gasping for breath, and flushed bright red. "Oh, my God, James. I didn't mean...I'm sorry!"
RomanMecca: "huh? Wha?" James said a little dazed before blushing as well. "Remus I'm sorry!"
the MiRABELLe: Remus looked down at the bedsheets, still crimson. "No, no, no, that was entirely my fault. I'm so sorry!" Secretly, he hadn't wanted to stop, but, er...that's bad, Lupin!
RomanMecca: "No, it was me, I kissed you back, I wanted to, I'm sorry I wasn't thinking, you're with Gideon and it's wrong and I'm so sorry Remus." James babbled
the MiRABELLe: "Heh, Gideon, right," Remus muttered, picking absently at a string in the sheets. "It's my fault, James. I wanted to kiss you, and I did. It was stupid. You're straight, and it's not fair to you."
RomanMecca: James swore softly and leaned over, kissing Remus again.
the MiRABELLe: This took Remus entirely by surprise, and he gasped, before the gasp turned into a breathy moan, and he wrapped his left arm tightly around James, pulling him close again. Was this stupid? Probably.
RomanMecca: James pulled his glasses off, dropping them on the bed as he pushed Remus back, kissing him softly and sliding a hand to rest on his hip. Hey, it felt nice.
the MiRABELLe: Remus sighed, sliding his tongue against James' as his grip on the boy's shirt tightened, before that hand turned wayward, and untucked said shirt, sliding underneath the crisp fabric to rest on his lower back.
RomanMecca: James gasped softly and nibbled on Remus's lip, sliding fully on top of the other boy as he used his free hand to stroke Remus's beck.
the MiRABELLe: The hand on James' back slid up higher under the fabric, blunt nails gently scraping up his spine, and down again as Remus squirmed slightly under James' weight, his free hand tangling itself in the other boy's hair.
RomanMecca: James moaned, pulling away from Remus's lips to kiss his neck. "Remus..."
the MiRABELLe: Remus arched his neck, gripping tightly at James' hair as his nails continued their gentle assault on the other boy's warm skin. Remus made a slight whimpering noise, eyes shut tightly. "James..." he breathed in a semi-reaction to James saying his name first.
RomanMecca: James whimpered softly, nuzzling Remus's neck. "What the fuck?" he said softly in a tone of wonder.
the MiRABELLe: Remus blanched, suddenly thinking he'd done something wrong. He retracted both of his hands, and shifted awkwardly under James.
RomanMecca: "I'm sorry." James breathed softly, not moving from Remus.. "I'm sorry if you don't want this."
the MiRABELLe: Without thinking, Remus answered, "No! Nono, I do. I do." Gideon? Gideon who?
RomanMecca: "oh thank Merlin." James breathed out, sucking softly on Remus's neck.
the MiRABELLe: Remus breathed a sigh of relief, and his hands quickly returned to where had been, neck arched against James' mouth. This felt way too good to be true. And the fact that Remus didn't feel guitly was slightly unnerving. He moaned breathily, and arched against James.
RomanMecca: James moaned against Remus's skin before returning to his lips, kissing firmly
the MiRABELLe: Remus moaned against James' lips, coaxing his lips apart just a little further, so that he could slide his tongue against the other boy's. He kissed him hungrily as his hand slipped out of James' hair and trailed under his shirt with Remus' other hand.
RomanMecca: James whimpered as both of Remus's hands were under his shirt, following suit and tugging Remus's shirt free and sliding both hands under the front of Remus's shirt.
the MiRABELLe: Remus moaned at the contact with James' hands, his body pressing up against him as one of his hands left James' back and pressed against the back of his head in order to deepen the kiss.
RomanMecca: James rolled them both to their sides, sliding a leg between Remus and clenching him closer as he rubbed his thumb over Remus's nipple. Boys liked that too, right?
the MiRABELLe: Yes, boys definitely liked that to, as was evident by Remus hissing between his teeth, though he didn't break the kiss (oh he's talented!). He pressed against James in a way that was QUITE possessive, and made a growing noise at the back of his throat. Rawr.