Title: Everything You Can't Have
Author: Jateshi
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG or maybe PG-13 if men kissing is a problem for you
Warnings: Er....mentions of other relationships? No spoilers, no kinks in this one.
Notes: 415 words written two nights ago. Not my 'normal' style but one I love to write in. Feedback is appreciated ssince I'm a feedback whore/s and given cookies.
Crushing against his lips there was the lightest taste of nectar. Maybe it was the nectar that sustained the gods on Olympus - for once the exact term doesn't come to Remus' mind. His reputation with the Marauders could have been compromised if James, Peter, or Sirius could read his thoughts. Well maybe he didn't have to worry about Sirius since it was that boy's fault he was here in the first place. It was Sirius who drove him from one set of arms to another - he couldn't forget his pale silver eyes, the fine strands of his hair. When Sirius seems to suggest one tender kiss between them, he wonders if the world was about to end.
It's sweet and pure and Remus know, in his heart, that he's tasting something he'll never have. He's tasting true love, passion - fire from the sun. The knowledge clogs his throat up, making it hard to swallow air and choke back the unbidden sob. Sadness when he should be happy, when he should be thanking every star in the sky that he was given this chance in the first place, given this taste of heaven. Instead of succumbing to the pain that tightened inside of his chest with every breath his hands dug under and twisted in his lover's hair, knotting against his scalp. Sometime soon Sirius is going to lightly push him away, ending whatever little experiment he was running, and then this glimpse was going to be the best memory and the closest he was ever going to get.
A moan; the soft petulant sound was a levitation charm for those bricks of guilt, alleviating them long enough for him to twist his hands, flick his tongue again, and draw out another one. Maybe if he poured every hidden desire into this kiss, if he used it to show Sirius every time he had been the subject of a vague, longing look, the more experienced Gryffindor would want it to end. Maybe if he took this one chance and recklessly ran with it he could show the boy with actions what he never had the courage to put into words. So he tried, moulding his body against the firm and toned angles. Time was meaningless when he pulled off the stoppers for the growing, budding love and only when his thoughts were edged with a sense of dizziness did he pull back to take a loud, ragged breath.
"Love you too," Sirius whispered.
