Sirius entered the bedroom as quietly as possible. It was morning and Remus was still asleep in bed, lying flat out on his stomach, snoring lightly. Sirius smiled at the sight of Remus's perfect arse. He hadn't even bothered with the covers. He had just thrown himself onto the bed without a second thought.
Sirius had been busy last night. No, Padfoot had been busy last night, Sirius thought, correcting himself. He, Prongs and Wormtail had been spying for the Order. Nothing had come of it other than aching paws and dirty fur. He needed a shower and then a lot of sleep.
Sirius glanced around the room. The sun had come up just enough for the room to have a faint blue haze about it. Remus had left a pile of parchment on his night stand. Sirius walked over to it and pulled out his wand.
"Lumos," he whispered.
His the tip of his wand lit up and he used to to hover over the parchment while he brushed through it with a thumb. It looked as Remus had done a good deal of sketching last night and had even written half a poem.
Sirius glanced at the rubbish bin at the base of the night stand. There was just as much parchment waded into balls in the bin as there was on the table. Remus had little patience for his own artistic failings. Sirius had told him time and again that an artist as talented as he was could afford to fail now and then.
Remus made a grumble in his sleep and Sirius quickly whispered, "Nox," extinguishing his wand.
Sirius removed his clothes as silently as possible then exited the bedroom and went to the bathroom. He stepped into the shower and turned the water on, letting cold water hit his face. It jarred him alert and he yelped causing him to cover his mouth in shame. He couldn't be sure how late Remus had been up sketching but he always tried to let him sleep as long as possible.
Sirius grabbed a bar of soap and scrubbed his body hard. Crawling around on his belly and paws all night had resulted in dirt and grass getting stuck in places that horrified Sirius. He felt a small relief that his cock and bollocks seemed to be free of any dirt but the crack of his arse wasn't as lucky.
His cock got a little hard from soaping it up and Sirius considered a wank but decided his arm was already too sore to bother. He just wanted to finish up and get some sleep.
As Sirius washed his hair he wondered if he needed a haircut. It was getting a bit long but he decided he might like it this way, for now at least. Plus, he thought Remus kind of liked it. As it got longer Remus paid a lot more attention to it. Sirius liked it when he and Remus cuddled and Remus brushed Sirius's hair.
Sirius finally got out of the shower and feeling content with his current level of cleanliness. He was certainly clean enough to get back into bed with Remus.
It was now much lighter in the bedroom when Sirius walked in, naked and exhausted. Remus had rolled onto his back. His cock was hard but he was still sleeping, not that Sirius had the energy for a fuck. Even still his own prick stiffened at the sight of his naked lover's thick shaft.
Great, Sirius thought. This was all he needed: to go to bed sexually frustrated. He sighed and slid onto the bed next to Remus, trying as best he could not to disturb Remus.
"Hmm?" Remus moaned from his sleep and rolled onto his left side, throwing an arm over Sirius's torso and accidentally pressing his hard prick into Sirius's thigh.
Sirius didn't say anything in reply. Remus would fall back asleep if he didn't move or say anything. In the meantime, Sirius tried not to think about Remus's prick, hot and hard against his body and he tried not to think about his own prick which was now annoyingly swollen and urgent. Sirius shifted slightly, finding it too difficult to remain completely still.
"Good morning, Padfoot," Remus said.
"Morning, Moony. Sorry if I woke you," Sirius said.
'It's all right," Remus said then planted a soft kiss on Sirius's cheek.
The feel of Remus's full lips against his skin made Sirius's face warm and gave him goose pimples. He hoped Remus would ignore his hard prick, just this once.
"I see you were up late sketching last night," Sirius said.
"Yes. It was a surprisingly productive night for me. How about you?" Remus asked.
Sirius grunted.
"Dirt. Lots of it. For me and Wormtail at least. Prongs mostly just… pranced," Sirius replied.
"No Death Eaters?" Remus asked.
Sirius shook his head.
"Dumbledore thinks they may have known we were coming somehow," Sirius said.
"That's troubling," Remus said.
"Very," Sirius said.
Remus nodded and stretched giving Sirius a whiff of his armpit which he found oddly pleasing. Remus's cock was raised up with a upward thrust of his pelvis. Sirius decided to close his eyes and try not to think about it.
"Oh, Merlin, I need a piss," Remus said and hopped off the bed and marched towards the toilet.
Sirius yawned and pulled the blanket over his face. The sexy distraction was gone for the moment and Sirius could no focus getting rest.
In a few moments, Remus was back and Sirius pulled the blanket off his face. Remus was dressed in a white cardigan and burgundy slacks with flared legs. Muggle clothes. Clearly, he was about to go out.
"Where are you going?" Sirius asked.
"Out for some sketching," Remus said and grabbed his sketch bag.
"You could sketch me sometime you know… if you like," Sirius said, surprising himself.
Remus smiled warmly down at Sirius.
"I'd like that," he said and leaned down and gave Sirius a kiss before heading out into the light of day.
Sirius laid in bed quietly and wondered why he had offered himself to be sketched. He had never done that before but now that he'd done it he found himself excited. He couldn't believe he hadn't suggested it before. I was obvious now that Remus should sketch him.
Sirius finally began to drift off to sleep as he pictured Remus studying him in detail, his pencil hard at work. It was a pleasant and comforting thought.
Sirius didn't expect Remus to still want to sketch him but when he awoke mid-afternoon, Remus was seated in a chair in the corner of the room with his parchment on a pad in his lap and his pencil gripped firmly with his fingers as he sketched away.
Remus glanced up and noticed Sirius looking over at him in amazement. He smiled then went back to the sketch. After a moment Remus nodded at it then said, "Perfect."
Sirius gestured at Remus with a beckoning hand and said, "Let me be the judge of that."
Remus rubbed the back of his head nervously then sat up and walked the sketch over to Sirius. Sirius could tell at a glance that it was perfect. Remus's sketches were simple but careful. He did not draw the bed but only Sirius and the covers.
The sketch showed Sirius in bed on his back with the covers only covering him from the waist down. His head was leaning to his left and he had his right arm behind his head. Some of his dark hair covered his right eye though both eyes were closed.
"It's beautiful, Moony," Sirius said in awe.
"Do you think?" Remus asked and Sirius's eyes darted up and he smiled at Remus.
Remus blushed and said, "I mean… thank you."
"You're welcome," Sirius said and slid out of bed so he could go and use the toilet.
Remus stepped aside to let Sirius move past him but said, "I could sketch you while you're awake too, of course."
Sirius considered for a moment then said, "What about naked?"
Remus grinned wide then nodded.
"That would be acceptable," Remus said.
Sirius smirked then continued on to the bathroom. When he got back Sirius suggested something Remus clearly did not expect.
"Outdoors? What if a Muggle catches us?" Remus objected.
"No one will see us. We'll just apparate somewhere Muggles aren't likely to be. If we hear anyone coming we'll disapparate before they can actually see us," Sirius reassured Remus.
"Not worried they'll see your wand?" Remus asked with a smirk and glance at Sirius's currently flaccid prick.
Sirius stepped closer to Remus and said, "Are you worried they'll think I'm hot, Moony?"
"Hmph. I know they would," Remus said and leaned up into Sirius's mouth.
Sirius felt his prick quickly stiffen at the feel of Remus's full lips on his. He placed his hands on Remus's waist and pulled him into his body, feeling his own prick poke the bulge in Remus's trousers.
Hungrily he began to slide his hand to the button's of Remus's trousers. He could use a good shag. When had it been last? A week, perhaps.
"We can't, Padfoot," Remus said suddenly and guided Sirius's hand away from his groin.
Sirius made a whimpering sound but pulled back.
"Why the hell not?" Sirius asked.
"You got an owl while you were sleeping. You have another night of spying when Prongs and Wormtail. You're actually late," Remus said.
"Oh," Sirius said then grumbled. "When do you want to do the sketching?"
"This weekend, perhaps? We'll have to get up early," Remus said.
"Very well, this weekend it is," Sirius said, then reached around and squeezed Remus's arse and gave him a wink and a kiss.
"Better make it Saturday, actually," Remus said.
"Of course. Full moon on Monday," Sirius said.
"Here!" Remus said and ran over to a tree.
"There?" Sirius said.
"No, here!" Remus said and dashed over to a larger tree.
"Why must I be up against a tree?" Sirius asked while Remus grinned.
"Well there's much else around here is there, Padfoot?" Remus said.
Sirius placed a hand on his chin then shook his head.
"There might be a stream somewhere I could bathe in but otherwise…"
"Very well then. Please disrobe," Remus said and then found a rock to lean against while he sketched.
Sirius removed his clothes quickly but not too quickly. He liked the way the Remus's eyes always focused on him as he undressed, the way he bit his lip at the sight of his arse.
Once Sirius was fully naked he placed his hands on his hips and said, "How would you like me against the tree, exactly?"
"With your arse sticking out," Remus said.
"You want me to put my prick on the tree?" Sirius said.
"It'll be fine, Padfoot," Remus said then added, "Just don't get hard."
Sirius rolled his eyes but complied with Remus's request. Sirius wrapped his arms around the trunk and turned his head to the left so Remus could capture his face.
"This isn't terribly comfortable, Moony" Sirius said.
"This was your bloody idea, Padfoot," Remus said and laughed.
"Fair enough. Sketch away," Sirius said.
Sirius found himself daydreaming while Remus sketched. Not that there was much else to do. He was wondering what they would do after the war was over. Maybe they could get a house together, adopt children who could be raised as cousins to James and Lily's children, if they ever had any.
The Order would all be heroes for having stopped You Know Who and the Death Eaters. Sirius would decline any sort of fame, well mostly anyhow. Some acknowledgment of their heroism was fine.
Sirius snorted at himself. What bloody heroism? I haven't done anything heroic, not yet at least, he thought. For a moment he felt a pinch of fear as he wondered if the time came and he needed to be heroic whether or not he would be able. But then a calm came over him and he reassured himself that he would. He was a Gryffindor to the end.
"Are you all right, Padfoot?" Remus said suddenly, startling Sirius.
"Oh, yes, quite," Sirius said.
"Yes, you just looked sort of… er… serious," Remus said.
Sirius scowled back at Remus who just shrugged in reply.
"Just thinking about the war," Sirius replied.
"Ah. I find myself trying not to think of it, when possible," Remus said.
"What are you thinking about now?" Sirius asked.
"I'm not," Remus said.
"You're not thinking?" Sirius said and turned back to look at Remus who was still focused on his sketch.
"Not when I sketch. When I sketch I feel… at peace," Remus said.
"Meditation?" Sirius said.
"Something like that. Now turn back so I can finish," Remus said.
Sirius got back into position. He suddenly became aware of how scratchy he felt and how much he would love to sit down. He wasn't even sure how long he had been standing there anymore.
After a few more minutes finally said, "Done!"
"Oh, thank Merlin!" Sirius said and moved away from the tree and stretched.
Remus walked over to Sirius and handed him the finished sketch. Sirius thought it was beautiful. His lines were smoother and lighter than usual and Sirius felt like had captured him very well.
"It's astonishing, Moony. And just look at my arse!" Sirius said.
"I always do, Padfoot," Remus replied inspiring Sirius to snicker.
"Well, now what," Sirius said.
"Shall we do another?" Remus said looking around. "There's plenty of daylight left."
"Another?" Sirius said, not looking forward to spending more time with the tree.
"Don't worry, you can lay down this time," Remus said and gestured towards the grass.
"Oh joy, more grass in my bum," Sirius complained.
"Afraid not, I want you on your side, facing me," Remus said and went and sat back against the rock.
Sirius slumped over then dropped down to the ground, shoulder first, hitting a bit harder than he planned.
"Ow," Sirius said and Remus smiled and shook his head.
"Careful, Padfoot," Remus said.
Sirius lay on his left side with his elbow planted on the ground so that his left hand could prop up his head. It wasn't the most comfortable position but it was better than standing against a tree for an hour.
"Perfect. Now I want you to get yourself hard," Remus said.
"You want me to have a wank? Out here?" Sirius said.
"I just want you to get your cock hard and then pose with your hand on it," Remus said casually as if he'd just asked Sirius to clean the dishes.
Sirius, without even thinking, moved his hand to his cock. It was already getting hard. What was Moony thinking? Does he just want to torment me?, Sirius wondered.
As his hand began to gently stroke himself Sirius wondered what this might be leading to. Merlin, he would love a shag. But out here? Maybe Remus was getting him worked up so they could go back to their apartment.
Sirius tried to catch a peak between Remus's legs but he was sitting crosslegged and had the pad and parchment in his lap. There was no way he could tell if Remus was hard or not. Maybe it was just for the picture. Remus had always told him how much he loved Sirius's cock.
It wasn't long before Sirius was completely hard. Remus let out a small smile as he glanced at Sirius while he sketched. Sirius wanted to say to hell with Remus's damn sketch and beg Remus to have his way with him right fucking now. But he tried his best to stay still and relaxed while his cock throbbed and ached in his hand.
As the minutes passed Remus said nothing or made any indication of any intentions aside from his art. Sirius chided himself and told himself to relax. Of course, Moony desired him. A sketch was a memory and Remus wanted to remember Sirius just like this.
"You look tense, Padfoot," Remus said.
"Me? Oh no, I'm fine," Sirius lied.
Remus smirked. Bastard, Sirius thought. He was enjoying this.
"You know what I'd like, Moony?" Sirius said.
"What's that Padfoot?" Remus said, remaining focused on his sketch.
"I'd like for you to fuck me right here, right now," Sirius said.
"Oh?" Remus said, seeming disinterested.
"Just laying here and thinking about… putting my mouth on your cock and sucking the come out of it makes me want to get myself off," Sirius said, desperately aiming for payback but secretly hoping for relief.
"I'm sure it does," Remus said, merely glancing up at Sirius then going back to his sketch. But Remus shifted his legs and Sirius could tell Remus was getting tense which meant he was hard.
"You can't tell me you wouldn't like to take me in the arse here in the fucking dirt like the dirty dog I am," Sirius said.
Remus bit his lip and said, "I am going to have to get a muzzle."
"As long as you get a leash too," Sirius replied.
Remus sighed, set aside his pad and parchment then stood up. The bulge in his trousers was obvious and undeniable. Sirius hopped off the ground and ran to Remus, not bothering to brush the dirt off his body. Sirius's lips founds Remus's and his hands began to undo the buttons of Remus's shirt.
As soon as Remus's shirt was unbuttoned Sirius began to kiss down Remus's torso, making his way slowly down, wanting to frustrate Remus just a little more. He knew he was only prolonging his own relief but it was worth it.
"Keep going, Padfoot," Remus begged.
"What's the rush, Moony?" Sirius said and planted small affectionate kisses on Remus's stomach.
Remus was making small frustrated grunts and Sirius felt pleased with himself and decided they had both been tormented enough. Now it was time for the really fun part, he thought.
Sirius grabbed Remus's belt buckle and undid it as fast as he could, now wanting to reach Remus's prick as soon as possible. The buckle undid, he tossed the belt aside and unbuttoned and unzipped Remus's trousers.
Then, with a wide grin, Sirius reached into Remus's pants and pulled out Remus's thick shaft. The head protruded from his foreskin and was wet from arousal. Sirius immediately put the head to his mouth and slowly lapped up the come with a single lick.
"Ah!" Remus called out and Sirius slid Remus's foreskin back and then slowly dragged the tip of his tongue up the length of his shaft before flicking against the head, making Remus shudder.
"Fuck, Padfoot. Put my prick in your mouth, please," Remus said, his voice low and urgent.
Sirius put a hand on the base of Remus's shaft and began to stroke, firmly, up and down. He then put his lips on the tip of the head of Remus's prick and guided the head into his mouth, slowly. Sirius pushed his lips just to the ridge of the head then sucked hard and pulled it out of his mouth.
"Oh, Merlin. Fuck, Padfoot," Remus groaned.
Sirius put Remus's prick back in his mouth and slowly sucked down again, this time taking his shaft as deeply as he could before gliding his mouth back up to the head. Remus was breathing hard and a brushing a hand gently through Sirius's hair.
Sirius sucked up and down Remus's shaft in a steady rhythm. He loved the way Remus's prick felt so hot and hard in his mouth and he loved the continuing taste of Remus's arousal on his tongue.
Sirius knew his own prick desired pleasing but pleasing Remus gratified him in a way that few things could.
"Merlin, Padfoot. Have you been practicing this without me?" Remus said.
Sirius removed his mouth briefly to say, "If I could reach my own prick, I might."
Remus laughed then let out a long moan that ended in a shudder as Sirius sucked hard on the head.
"Dammit, Padfoot. You're making me want to fuck your arse so fucking hard right now," Remus said.
Sirius pulled his mouth from Remus's prick and said, "Did you bring lube?"
"Yes. In my trousers's left pocket," Remus said.
"Then what's stopping you," Sirius said and dropped to the ground, put his elbows down in front of him and raised his arse up for easy access.
Remus removed his trousers from around his ankles and pulled out a phial of lubricating potion. Sirius watched as Remus poured a stream of it up his shaft then rubbed it all over until it appeared very slick.
Remus then let some fall on Sirius's arsehole. It felt cool at the touch but it was strangely pleasant. Sirius began to stroke his own cock as Remus slowly dragged the head of his cock to Sirius's hole and let it rest there.
The coolness of the lube mingled with the hotness and the light pressure from the head of Remus's prick and it felt good. Then Sirius felt as Remus gradually pushed inside. It felt so good to be stretched and filled by Remus.
Remus pulled out for a moment, leaving Sirius waiting in anticipation before pushing inside again.
"Come on, Moony. Put it all the way in," Sirius urged and Remus obliged, sliding his prick in deep, hitting the little walnut sized spot that felt so nice on the way down.
"Yes, oh Merlin, fuck my arse, Moony!" Sirius begged and Remus began to thrust inside of him.
Sirius dug his fingers into the soft dirt beneath him and desperately stroked his own prick.
"You feel so fucking amazing, Padfoot," Remus said, his voice intense.
"I know," Sirius said, feeling no need to be modest.
"Let me see your cock," Remus said and reached underneath and grabbed Sirius's cock and squeezed it tightly.
Remus had always said he loved the way Sirius's small, curved prick fit into his hand and how easy it was to stroke it and get him off. Remus began to stroke Sirius tight and fast as he thrust hard into Sirius's arse.
Sirius moaned knowing it wouldn't take long for him to get off. Remus was incredible with his hands. It was no surprise he was so good at sketching, really, with hands like those.
"Fuck me harder, Moony. Don't hold back. I want to feel you coming in my arse," Sirius shouted, feeling the familiar tension that proceeded climax rising in his body fast.
Sirius felt his body flatten against the ground and his cock rub against the earth and grass as Remus's cock slammed in his arse. Remus was moaning and grunting behind him and Sirius's fingers dug into the dirt even harder until his fists were filled.
The feeling of the ground against his prick wasn't necessarily a pleasant one but he still felt like he was ready to burst as his balls began to tighten.
Suddenly, Remus starting thrusting very fast and called out, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Fuck, Padfoot, I'm going to come so hard."
Sirius felt Remus's body shake as he groaned, "Uhhhhnn, fuck!"
The sounds of Remus's pleasure and the feel of his cock pulsing inside of Sirius was too much and Sirius's prick exploded beneath him as every inch of his body was hit with a wave of hot pleasure.
Remus collapsed behind him and immediately began to kiss the back of Sirius's neck, giving him chills while his cock still spasmed beneath him, covering it with a mix of come and soil.
Remus continued to make small thrusts in Sirius's arse that Sirius barely noticed through his euphoria. In a moment he would realize how sore and filthy he was but for now he wanted to relish the feelings of ecstasy that came from being fucked so good by his lover.
Eventually, Remus slipped out of Sirius and fell beside him while they both recovered. The euphoria finally passed and Sirius discovered he wasn't as sore as he expected, though he was covered in dirt.
"Ugh. My prick is going to need a good scrubbing," Sirius said and turned over.
Remus glanced over and nodded.
"I can probably help with that," Remus said with a smile.
Sirius smiled back and said, "Well, what are we waiting for?"
1996
Remus hadn't thought it existed anymore. But here it was in a box in his parents's attic, folded up with all the other papers. Sirius was gone now, forever.
It had only been a matter of weeks since Voldemort's attack on the Department of Mysteries and there wasn't a waking moment in which Remus didn't see Sirius disappearing in the Veil over and over again.
Somehow, a vague memory had popped into his head of having left stuff with his parents after his grief at the first time he had lost Sirius to Azkaban.
Remus wasn't sure what he was looking for but it wasn't this. Remus unfolded the parchment as gently as possible and saw exactly what he hoped and feared it would be: Sirius in the nude, holding a tree.
Remus grasped a hand to his mouth and began to choke back a sob. Sirius had been so beautiful and full of life. And they had been so foolish and unprepared for the terrible things that were to come.
Remus had given up sketching within a year after this sketch. People died and the joy was sucked from life. And then Lily and James died and Sirius went away.
Sirius had mentioned it off-hand once to Remus not long after their reunion two years ago:
"Do you ever sketch anymore, Moony?" Sirius had said.
"Hmm? Oh no. Not in a long time," Remus had replied.
Remus had brushed it off then but he had tried, in private, to sketch again. It was no use. The years had worn hard on his fingers. They were not as lithe and delicate anymore. And beyond that he had simply forgotten how.
He had tossed his pencil aside in anger and vowed to forget about the whole thing. Now he wished he would've tried because then maybe he could've sketched Sirius one last time.
"Goodbye, Padfoot. We had some good times," Remus said and kissed the sketch then folded it back up and slid it in his coat pocket.
Remus pulled out a handkerchief and wiped at his eyes. Suddenly, he closed them. He could still see Sirius perfectly in his mind. He didn't need to see directly to sketch. He could try again. Of course, he could. He could try, Padfoot would want him too.
