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The warm lips, soft touch, steaming breath upon his face. The tender feeling of his affections being acted upon, the passionate urge to take them further. These were the things Remus Lupin felt.
He had forgotten all the fears he had held, the terrifying risk of rejection, and the paralyzing likelihood of confused disgust. He had simply acted, and the ecstatic experience of his lips upon this man's was more than he could bear. He was willing himself to stop with no avail, and soon enough he was removing the robes and shirt of Sirius Black, button by button, kissing slowly as he progressed downwards-
With a start, Remus sprung forward from his bed, yanking the covers off as he went. Were these dreams going to plague him forever? He'd been dreading sleep for month now, knowing the sweet embrace of his pillow would merely re-launch his fitful delusions of Sirius Black. They teased him so, offered things he knew he would never have. Offering him...
He had been well and fine at the start of term. He could sit on the same couch as Sirius without making himself scoot away. He had been able to look at James and laugh when he had called him a fairy. He had been nothing but a normal young man, with normal urges.
Now he was in love with his best friend.
Love. What a cruel term. It implied mutual, accepted affections. Not only would Sirius never return his feelings, he would never even know of them. Remus had never been as confident as his raven-haired friend, and the idea of telling anyone about his current situation was enough to break him into a cold sweat.
Running his hands through his hair, Remus sighed.
"Bloody dreams," he muttered to himself. He had directed it to no one other than himself, intending to go directly back to his four-poster. He was, however, interrupted.
"Nightmares?" The familiar, silken voice offered. Had he been awake all this time? Remus was suddenly very worried about whether or not he had mumbled anything in his sleep.
"Uh. Yeah," He replied, a little too quickly, "It was another Werewolf dream." He covered, using his normal excuse. Sirius stared back, with a blank, contemplative look on his face.
"You seemed to be enjoying your "werewolf "self…" He said, with a nice giggle. The sound of that giggle nearly made the Half-conscious Remus jump atop him.
"What?" He asked, instantly concerned.
"Oh, you were moaning. A lot." Sirius' face took on its normal mischievous mask. "Dreaming of me, my dear?" He added, with a bat of his eyelashes. The conflicting needs to slap him and kiss him swiftly overcame Remus.
"Was not." Rubbing his eyes, Remus eyed his watch. They had quite some time before classes started. Breakfast wouldn't even be served for another three hours.
"I swear it." Sirius raised his right hand, and attempted to make a "Scout's honor" sign, managing only to "accidentally" confuse it with another, not so decent, hand gesture.
Remus had given his friend brief, if comprehensive, lesson on Muggle phrases, making it easier to say a few choice phrases around him. James hadn't been interested, and Peter had followed suit in his normal fashion. This had left Sirius and Remus alone, and it was a very pleasant time for the young men. Remus looked back on those days with yearning jealousy. How he wished he could simply ignore these urges…
With a glare and a thrown pillow, Remus disguised his condition. He gave a light chuckle, and sat back down on his bed. After that, the two sat in silence, until Remus recognized the violent snoring of his friend. After that, he sat, staring at the stone ceiling above him.