A/N: I'm SORRY. I couldn't help it. I enjoyed writing the other one far too much. Sequel to When Sirius, but you don't have to read the other one to understand.
Disclaimer: Um, no. Sorry. If I did, it'd be on EBay by now.
When Remus noticed Srius looking at him, he was scared. Being friends with such an attractive male could be rather alienating. Sirius would sweep back his hair and casually look Remus' way, smiling easily. Then he'd look away like he never even glanced in his direction in the first place. Remus would frantically look himself up and down, dismissing the inkling hope that Sirius liked what he saw.
When Remus was reading and Sirius came to sit next to him, he would shake. Every inch of him trembled in something. He wasn't sure of the meaning; the cause. He wasn't even sure if it was pleasant or negative. All he knew is that it was more of a reaction any other person could ever evoke from him.
When Remus listened to Sirius, he was careful to show that every word his friend said was sacred. Remus was fully aware that Sirius was self-concsious about people not listening to him, so he made sure he did. Remus felt like it was the one time where they were equal. Remus was important to Sirius in those moments. But Sirius was always important to Remus.
When Remus felt Sirius slide his hand into his, all he could think about is the fact that at some point that Sirus would let go. So he closed his eyes and bit his lip, letting his hand hang loosely; he wants Sirius to know he can drop it anytime.
When Remus let Sirius kiss him, he would feel foreboding. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, the feeling of wholeness, he knew that the kiss would end. He felt the constant worry of when Sirius would peel his warm, soft body off of his own and press it against someone else; he fretted Sirius would do the same glorious things with his mouth to another.
When Remus made love with Sirius, he forgot about every terrified thought, every tremor, every fleeting feeling of worthlesness and worry... Remus would allow himself to dismiss rejection and slide his lips against Sirius' jaw. He would allow himself to plead, beg. Remus would tug his dark hair roughly and concentrate with awe on the sheer urgency that Sirius moved against him.
Sirius ran his finger against every scar, but with the touch came thoughts of things far from the moon. Remus listened to Sirius curse against his neck and dig his fingernails into his hips; rake them down his arms and throw his head back, eyes closed tight in the most beautiful way. Remus called his name, and Sirius would mutter his, and their lips would fiercely work together to keep from yelling out. It was all Remus could do to not whisper for them to do it again.
When Remus was with Sirius, he felt human.
A/N: Aaaalright. What to say? Erm, oops? Really not how I thought it would turn out. I thought it would be fluffy. D:
I wanted to emphasize how different the relationship was for Sirius and Remus. OF COURSE Remus loves Sirius. Don't get the wrong idea. They ADORE eachother. But in this fic, Remus is far more logical than Sirius, a bigger cynic, and is a lot more skeptical. I also wanted to prove this point: They have no inkling on what the relationship is to the other person. Remus assumes Sirius is feeling the same puppy love as always, and Sirius doesn't even think about it. He's just grateful.