Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Sadly, I do not own Sirius Black or Remus Lupin, either. How I wish I did.
So anyway—this is a SLASH fic, Remus/Sirius. This fic has chapters. As I'm studying in Paris at the moment I may be a bit delayed on updates (the internet in my dorm is kinda funky). But never fear—most of the fic is already written, so it's not like I'll keep you hanging for months…or years…(as I have with my other fics…sorry!).
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Once again, Remus found himself being thrown to the bed. His lover's warm breath on his neck sent chills up his spine. "Please," he whispered, and his love eagerly complied.
Remus felt a pair of lips sucking furiously down his skin as the buttons on his shirt became undone. He shirt was ripped off and tossed to the floor. The other man had moved to a position between his crotch and his stomach, and was wasting no time in playfully licking along the waistband of Remus' pants.
Remus moaned in longing, and attempted to thrust upward toward his love's face. His pants were far too tight; this was driving him mad.
Finally, the other man unbuttoned Remus' pants and skillfully unzipped them with his teeth. They, too, were thrown to the floor.
Remus was aching with desire. He needed relief.
His lover shed his own clothes, and his naked body glistened in the moonlight. He was hard, and seemed just as full of desire as Remus.
He leapt on top of Remus, and as he was about to dive into the full passion when he shouted, "Remus!"
Remus became confused. Doesn't one usually cry out at the climax?
The shout came again—"Remus!"—and this time it was accompanied with the soft blow to the head.
What in Merlin's name?
Reluctantly, Remus Lupin opened his eyes. Sunlight blazed through an open window, and the man with whom he's just been partaking in lovemaking was staring at him from across the room.
"Get up, mate," Sirius Black laughed. "Classes start in an hour."
Remus flushed, glancing around. He had been dreaming. Of course. How else would he be having sex with his secret love?
"You must have been having some dream," Sirius continued, tying his long, raven-black hair into a neat ponytail and throwing on his school robes. "You were tossing and turning, muttering something…but you didn't seem to want to wake up." He shot a knowing look at Remus and gave his classic half-smirk.
Lupin felt even more heat rising to his face. He decided to admit a wet dream…though he would never say with who. He tried to laugh it off. "You've got me pinned, Padfoot. You know me—all those books have got to lead to some repressed sexual desires."
The other boy grinned. "Was she hot at least?"
"Hotter than you can imagine."
"Well, I dunno. I can imagine quite a bit."
They bantered for a while, Remus hurriedly getting dressed in the process, and headed down to breakfast together.