Fic, translation: The Latin Lover Title: The Latin Lover Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=1)
profcricket Translator: miss_jad Beta: gredoune Pairing: Sirius / Remus
Summary: Remus and Sirius discuss semantic ...
Rating: R, for language mostly
Disclaimer: nothing belongs to the author, much less to me, is JKR!
Ndt: a little fic that I brought when I was still on
Adunatio because I had trouble with big words. So here was to let off steam ^ ^
The Latin lover
- "
Sucking ," launched Sirius Black.
"
Testicles," replied Remus Lupin.
"Holy shit," grumbled James Potter, "Not yet."
"
Tail."
"
Penis."
"
Trique ."
"
Erection."
"
Cut a pipe."
"
Make fellatio."
"
Kiss."
"
Making Love."
"
squirt."
"
Ejaculating ."
"
Screw it."
"
Cum."
"Damn!" James groaned as he rushed into the bathroom.
"And here bah, you saw what you did?" Sirius said in a tone accuser for his boyfriend. "Now he is forced to go to the bathroom, in order to masturbate."
"Se
masturbate," Remus corrected, "and it is as much your fault as mine."
"Maybe," conceded Black. "But you, you're limited."
"No," replied the young prefect patiently. "I am reasonable.
You're limited."
The two boys looked at each other, each refusing to give ground.
At this time James left the bathroom. The expression on her face reflected a strange combination of relief and irritation.
"Is it really that you set both," he muttered. "It makes me crazy. Pete too. He spends all his time in the common room now."
"Yeah," Sirius nodded, "but the positive side in all this is that it passes all his time in the common room now. "
Remus folded his arms against his chest." As long as Black agrees to use my language. "
" My words are those that use
men, "defended the Animagus, "and they know whereof they speak."
"My
words from the book I received from my father," replied the Prefect of Gryffindor a little smugly. "These are the appropriate terms, and not swearing. "
" Your father sent you a book on it? "
" Yes. "blew the werewolf, blushing a little." I sent him an owl s other day to tell him I kissed someone. I did not say that. He thinks it's a girl. In any case, he insisted that I read this book. "
" What kind of book like? "
" There are pictures on every subject, "Lupin explained," and as I have already said, each word is the term used
appropriate. "
" There is the male anatomy? "
" Yes. And the female anatomy as well, "he added, as if it had little significance.
" I can see it? "James asked hastily.
" It's your father
that you had sent? "Sirius repeated.
" Yes, "articulated Remus." He said I was too young to do most things that are mentioned, but I had to complete my education. "
" And you put away when this book? "inquired James." I must take a look at some words. "
" In my trunk. "He turned to the Animagus while James threw himself literally on that trunk. "What the men 'say does not matter," said the prefect. "We are well educated individuals who think and have a meaningful understanding of the human body, individuals who possess a healthy attitude and frank address adolescent sexuality. "
" It's your father wrote this in his letter, right? "
" Actually, this is what is written in the book's cover. "
" You've read
? "
" Of course! It is a book. You thought maybe I was going to just watch the pictures? "
" I found him! "Said James triumphantly.
Sirius snatched the book from the hands of Potter. He began to discard the first pages of coverage before traveling account that the book opened naturally on a double page spread featuring two teens totally naked. He raised an eyebrow towards Remus.
"I studied very carefully these two pages," said the werewolf with excessive dignity, "to learn the proper terms."
Black turned his attention to photography. "His tail is riquiqui," he exclaimed with a critical eye.
"His
penis looks small because it is flaccid
," Remus explained.
"Bullshit," Sirius dropped, making grinning boyfriend. "He has a tiny tail."
"But no, looks like. It grows when it is erect."
"Sweet Merlin!"
"You see, I told you so."
"I never thought it could be possible."
"Actually, it's all a matter of blood flow-level"
"Uh, do you finish them all?" James interrupted.
"I really need to take a look at these words." He took the book that was Sirius.
"The chapter that talks about girls is in the second part of the book," Remus pointed out gently. James glanced hastily
the manual to the section that interested and fixed a page for a short time. He rushed into the bathroom a second later.
"I think you will not see your book before a long time," grieved the Animagus thoughtfully.
- Later they were found both lying in the bed of Remus, the curtains drawn. Brief sparks flashed at the corners of the hangings, indicating that the charm of silence they had thrown together was fading slowly. Their discussion had ended as always: a desire, a sudden and uncontrollable who only wanted to be satisfied. While the last rays of daylight point, the two boys were entwined in the arms of one another, exchanging little kisses and gentle caresses.
"I love everything we did together," Black whispered. "I love slipping into you. I love the way you move under me. I love the little noises that you do. Merlin, even if it was not good, but it's not, eh? - even if it was not good, I would just to hear these rumors. "
"It's just for that?" asked Remus. "Because it's good? Because of the noise I make? "He stepped back, slowly releasing her boyfriend, and looked down to fix his hands. Sirius noticed that the delicate little phalanges were moving nervously. The werewolf tossed rarely so .
But the young Black did not know what else to say, or rather, how to say otherwise.
Then he drew back the prefect everything against him and shook the body slender and notched his stalling while Remus head on Sirius's neck. The Animagus stroked her hair, gradually, he felt a wetness against his skin and he saw that the werewolf was shaken by weak earthquakes. It crying.
And in a moment, the spirit of Sirius was filled with pictures - so vibrant, so real, it felt like being transported to another location.
He was sitting on a bench in a park, trying to squirm on the spot. Her mother-no, mother-of Remus was coming out of lunch picnic basket, trying to do be quiet.
"You can not
, Remme ," grieved and she suddenly backing out of his grasp Sirius to rush to a group of boys his age, perhaps four or five years. He began running happily, savoring the strong smell of fresh grass. He was familiar with the neighborhood boys and their older games he missed much. He called their names, and the children returned.
He was greeted by a hail of stones and a gang of boys shouting insults him.
"Abnormal
! "
"
monster! "
"
I hate you! "
Then he found himself suddenly in the arms of 'his' mother. She hastily raised ground and turned back to thugs who continued shouting insanities, receiving the stones for 'his son '. As she ran toward the bench where she had left the picnic basket, Sirius felt a painful tingling radiating from his head, then, something began to tickle her skin.
Blood flowed from the cut that was blocking his forehead. But this injury was not that it was the worst.
And suddenly he was transported to the park, the Animagus found himself in his dormitory, lying under a duvet, her boyfriend firmly but charmingly, clinging to her body. The 'memories' slowly faded from his mind, he came barely remember now.
But he understood.
He just stepped aside and filed a myriad of soft kisses on the face of Remus, brushing his lips the traces left by the tears of the young werewolf.
"You still remember, right?" he asked softly. "You remember all the horrible things that-that-I told you in first year, when it was discovered that you were a werewolf?"
Reeve shook his head timidly, not daring to look in the eyes Animagus.
"I have to confess something," Sirius breathed. "When I told you these things ... when I say, I thought."
Remus then began to shake wildly and a strangled cry escaped from his throat.
"I'm so ashamed," confessed the young Black. "I am so ashamed of having told you all these horrors. So shame of having thoughts. Because I love you. I love you to a point ... And never again, I will not say these things . Never, I do not think, nor in my head or my heart. Not now, not ever. "
The werewolf finally found the strength to look into their eyes.
"So why will not you call what you do 'make love'? "
Sirius heaved a sigh exaggerated." Because I feel like a real fag
when I say that. "Remus snorted
before offering a small smile." Siri, you're
a real fag. "
The Animagus let out a laugh and kissed the nose of her boyfriend." Ok, so that that is what you'd make a deal? "
" What kind of deal? "
" Sometimes we say 'make love,' and sometimes we say 'kiss'. It depends the mood of the moment. "
" Okay, "agreed the young prefect." And as regards the other words? "
" It may occasionally
I say erection, "Sirius conceded thoughtfully," but there is no way that I say 'blow job'. "
" Yet it is the exact expression, you know. "
" I know, "admitted black. "But what do you find the sexiest?" He moved his mouth and whispered to her boyfriend. "'I'm dying to cut you a pipe'," he felt the werewolf vibrate in his arms. Then he continued, "Or ... 'I would perform oral sex on your little person'."
Remus parted just enough to plunge his gaze in that of Sirius.
"Okay, you score a point," granted him he rolled on his back with a smile. "But now you interest in t'exécuter, pa'ce yarn you gave me a stick of hell!" The Animagus
laughed and jumped, laughing, about her lover.
weekend
