What the world really needs is more love and less paperwork.
Pearl Bailey, actress
Sirius padded into the room, climbed between the starchy cold sheets, and slid his arms around the other lean solid mass. His fingertips nudged at a softness that could have been clothing or weak flesh, and skimmed over a burning hot stomach.
The slender body was unresponsive and deep in sleep, limp, beaten soft and delicate and surrounded by the air of comfort and exhaustion, long lashes clinging tightly to heavy bags under his eyes. His thin arms made little movement but Sirius felt his stomach muscles twitch, maybe because he was ticklish, maybe because the warm, rough breathing and heady musky scent of Sirius brought about his barely conscious state a little recognition and familiarity. Sirius tucked their bodies closer together, feeling his own eyes slide shut slowly, despite his attempts to blink back open.
"Hrmmius?' asked Moony sleepily, twitching his limbs and smelling of sickly ointments and struggling weakly onto his back.
He sighed again and furrowed his brow at something swirling in his dreams, and shuffled in Sirius's arms, a line appearing between his eyebrows, likely in pain. Sirius leaned up and kissed his ear, then the skin behind it, then down his jaw and to his chin, and it was then that Moony grinned in his sleep and shuffled out of it.
"Whya kiss'n muh" he murmured, struggling and starting to grin. Sirius felt his chest tighten and squeeze happily and so he snorted, breath muffled in Moony's neck, and that prompted him to struggle away more fiercely. "S'rius! N'm'ticklish!"
"Yeah, I know" mused Sirius thoughtfully, flicking his tongue at the side of his neck and scraping his teeth gently down it.
"Stoppit!"
He squirmed weakly. Sirius smirked and giggled and cuddled into him tighter.
He shuffled down a bit and began to kiss the hollow above Moony's pointy collarbone to squirms and noises of pleasure and then went back to the nibbling of his chin and licking him behind the ear like a dog. "Sirius- wi'you geroff" laughed Moony happily, wriggling around in bed and kissing Sirius on the nose.
"How y'feeling?" he mumbled, wrapping his arms against Moony's thin body. He felt so delicate and fragile in his arms, like the slightest thing could've snapped him in two. Sirius always tries to block out that one most horrible part, where he's still Moony but he's transforming into the wolf, and his bones are lengthening and his back is clenching and he's in such pain. His eyes always bore into Sirius and he just knows it's still him, Moony, the terrified boy, begging him for help, begging it to stop.
Always: he can do nothing but hold him and try not to cry. Moony's vocal chords lengthen and expand as he starts to mutate faster into it and so his cries turn into howls. It's that middle part between the human cry and the lupine wail that's the worst. Where he's changing and he's trying to scream but no sound is coming out. Sirius shudders. He always remembers that better than Moony, always. It'll never leave him. The sound of Moony in agony, blood dribbling from the corner of his lips. Those few seconds of silence.
"I'm better now" Moony murmured soothingly, cuddling into Sirius's warmth and twitching all of his limbs. He's still in one piece.
"Sure you're okay? You got bitten hard on the arm, I tried to stop- it" whispered Sirius, sadly. The wolf, agitated, dipping its head and biting into its own flesh in desperation, raced through his mind. Except for Prongs and Peter, he'll be the only one that remembers that, too.
"You're here now" reassured Moony groggily, cuddling fiercely into Sirius's chest. "'m okay enough."
