It had been what felt like the longest night ever and Remus was sore all over. The full moon had been at its peak and the wolf inside him wreaking havoc in the Shrieking Shack with his three best friends trying to keep him under some form of control. It wasn't the anger and the maiming that he feared most though, his friends could handle themselves, he was assured of that. What worried him was the lust he felt for one marauder in particular, the lust he had for Padfoot.
When he was a wolf it was in its purest form. The ripping and tearing he directed at the great black dog wasn't to kill, it was just to get hold of him, the human inside him felt it even as the wolf prevailed. Thinking of this was keeping Lupin from his slumber, yet his body was so tired and worn he yearned for nothing more then to drift away but his active mind kept him to achieving his simple goal. Well that and the pain from the deep cuts to his arms, legs and face. Some of them were probably even going to scar.
Finally Lupin trained his mind the fact that Sirius could never know how he felt and as a consequence slipped away into a silent slumber.
The room was dark. So dark in fact that he couldn't see anything around him at all. There was just a spotlight on him. And there he stood in school uniform wondering why he was here and how he'd got there. It was deathly quiet, not only could you hear a pin drop, but you could probably hear the after ring it created as it settled. Nervously he looked around this way and that, but nothing, nothing except a vague shadow. Hang on, a shadow?!
He whirled around to face it, hair standing on end, but it fell as he recognised the outline. Sirius. The shadowy marauder stepped forward into the light and Lupin could see the smirk across his lips. "Wow Moony, you look great." Lupin furrowed his brow. Well that was unexpected, Black usually spent most of time jesting with Lupin on how awful he looked. "Still not as chiselled as me mind."
Had Remus done that, thought it wasn't right so the dream had modified itself? Intriguing. But it was then he realised that the scars and cuts from his hands were gone and placing fingers to his cheeks he realised there were no marks there either.
He smiled to himself; it was like the wolf was never a part of him. One of his wildest desires. After a certain other one of course. As if on cue with Lupin's expression, Black stepped closer placed two fingers on Remus' cheek over the same place his own had been moments ago. The werewolf flinched at first, not allowing himself to even think this could happen. Then he remembered where he was and stood up tall treading his fingers through Sirius' hair. There was no need for him to be shy not here.
Both smiled in a knowing manner as they leaned in and lips touched. Even though it wasn't real Lupin still savoured the feeling of Padfoot's skin against his, the taste of his lips. It felt so right, like it was actually happening, so vivid, but soon it all began to fade around him. He willed it not to but he couldn't stop it. Sirius faded into the black and felt like he was being pulled away.
Wearily his eyelids parted. It was a Saturday morning, well just. Sunlight cut through the old castle windows illuminating the Gryffindor dormitories a brilliant yellow. Blurrily Remus took a quick look around the room it was empty apart from his fellow marauders non of which were stirring after a long night, apart from Sirius who rolled over.
Slightly disappointed, Lupin allowed his head to flop back down on the pillow and with a very un-contented sigh fell back to sleep.