The Reunion
Warning: Canon character death and RS slash.
This story is mine, however the characters and setting belong to JK Rowling.
Remus felt himself flying backwards to the concrete floor of the hallway, knowing this was the last thing he was going to see. He was glad, in an odd way, that this was the last image that would ever pass before his eyes.
If he could have chosen anything else in the world to gaze at as he died, besides his son, it would have been this. This corridor by the tapestry of a princess, behind which he knew, laid a small alcove.
When he landed, he knew his was dead. It only lasted a moment, but every bit of his body screamed in exultation – in relief and release. But it only lasted a moment.
Suddenly, a smooth warm hand came down to grasp his own and a laughing seventeen-year-old Sirius was giggling "Shhh, Remus, Filch is going to hear you." Remus realized he was laughing as well and quieted.
Looking around, the handsome young brunette smiled wolfishly and ducked under the tapestry, pulling Remus behind him, "In here, I don't think Filch knows about this."
Remus remembered this moment well. Many years had passed, and still he had always been acutely aware of the opportunity he had let slip by in this alcove. His biggest regret, even with all of the mistakes he had made in his life. This was it, he knew: he was being given a second chance.
The two of them stayed utterly silent, waiting with baited breath as Filch limped by, mumbling under his breath.
After he had passed, Sirius moved to leave the alcove but Remus stopped him, just as he had all those years ago and whispered "Mrs. Norris could be along any minute now, lets wait a bit more."
Sirius smiled, "You're right, okay, just a few more minutes."
The alcove had them pushed up against each other, chest to chest, and the young Remus was still shorter than his friend, his nose pushed somewhere below Sirius' ear on his neck.
Sirius' breath caught, and he looked off to the side, obviously uncomfortable, his face flushing. A few awkward moments and Sirius turned his head again, looking down right into Remus' eyes.
So many nights Remus had stayed awake wondering why he had stepped out of the alcove at that time and laughed a fake laugh and smiled a fake smile and said "We've waited long enough, she's not coming, lets go find James."
But not this time. He was going to make it up to himself.
He placed his hands on Sirius's hips, eyes locked on the gray ones above him and took a deep breath, keeping his own eyes wide open.
Nothing in the world could ever taste so sweet, he knew, as when he pressed his aching lips against the soft pink flushed one's of Sirius Black. His one true love.
Their lips moved together, and Sirius' tongue tentatively reached out to lick Remus' lower lip, and Remus pushed against those lips with all of his might, all of his hunger, and felt more alive than he ever had before. Tongue's danced together; hands pushed up his shirt and ran along his back criss-crossed with scars.
After a few minutes, Sirius broke away and smiled down at him with red lips and heavy lidded eyes.
"I've been waiting forever," Remus breathed, as the world started to dim, and Remus finally closed his eyes – content.
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