Disclaimer;; I do not own Sirius Black, Remus Lupin or any other character of the Harry Potter series or the Harry Potter series & subsequent franchise. I'm just a fan writing some stories.
Author's Note;; Hey guys. Long time, eh. ^^; Yeah, I'm sorry. Like I said on my profile, I'm rewriting BKS. BM. Please, please let me know if you get an alert for the updating of these chapters otherwise I'll post the new chapters as BKS. BM. - revised and shut down this one. Thank you.
The Muggle house was fairly quiet considering its occupants. He could hear the woman of the house in the kitchen, chopping onions or whatnot for the stew he could smell already simmering on the stove. He could hear the man of the house upstairs, humming softly to himself doing who knows what. He could also hear the son of the house sitting in the front room, pursuing the printed page of a novel, wooden chair creaking ever so slightly. A smirk cracked his own arrogant features as he pressed his body against the wall, pausing for a moment before bursting into the room and knocking both chair and son onto the floor. He fell with them, trapping his victim in the now upturned chair, straddling his lap a little awkwardly.
"You are incredibly annoying, Sirius Black," Remus growled. He was still in his sitting position but upside down, novel missing from his pale hands and scattered somewhere across the living room floor. Sirius merely grinned, shaking his black shaggy hair out of his eyes as he grasped Remus' wrists and pinned them over his head, leaning closer to the teen's face. His hair fell forward anyways and skimmed over Remus' visage, causing him to close his eyes in what he hoped was a look of defeat rather than… He felt Sirius halt, grip loosening ever so slightly on his wrists. Remus burst upwards, the sudden movement causing them both to tumble from the chair in a mass of limbs and hands. Sirius hollered, Remus growled and somehow the lycanthrope managed to pin the other to the floor.
"Gotcha now," Remus growled although the grin took the malice from the noise. He gripped Sirius' hands and moved to grip his legs between his own also. Sirius grinned and jerked his head upwards before kissing Remus with as much saliva and tongue as possible. Remus leaped off of Sirius, moaning in disgust and wiping his face on his sleeve.
"You are the most disgusting person I know," he muttered, watching as Sirius picked up the chair and shoved it against the wall (where it most certainly did not belong). Black lounged in it, one leg draped over an arm of the chair, looking like a royal despite his postion. His hair fell into his eyes, just concealing the grey eyes that watched Remus collect his book and the two others that must have been in the chair with him.
"I know," Sirius replied, a smirk upon his lips, forcing himself to divert his eyes once he realized just how long he had been watching the lycanthrope, watching those muscles move so easily under his button up shirt, watching his pale hands smooth the slightly bent pages of his books. The Anamagi sighed, hair fluttering slightly as he attempted to squash the tiny flame of lust that had begun to curl in his abdomen. Surely this…that…was just Padfoot looking for some attention and Sirius' summer stretching too long without any willing Gryffindor or Ravenclaw witches at hand. Still, it was hard to not let his eyes roam Remus' body as the teen stretched out on a couch on the opposite wall under the large bay windows.
"Did you want something from me, Sirius? Or do you simply enjoy interrupting my reading and stealing my chair?" Remus asked, moving to look at his friend. Sirius shrugged, studying the room for a moment. The Lupin household was well kept and fairly spacious. Mrs. Lupin seemed to enjoy cleaning, well, at least to Sirius' eye. He hated any chore that involved dusting, vaccuming, washing…he hated cleaning. He wondered if the cleaning was a way of making sure did not learn of her child's…condition as she put it. Not a piece of furniture was scratched and not a single hair out of place. Of course, the Lupins, along with Dumbledore's advice, had made certain arrangements for their well-loved son and welcomed the help of Sirius and James during the summer months.
Sirius sighed dramatically, dropping his head so he could rest his chin on his hand, making Remus smile, "No reason at all actually. I do enjoy bothering you. Think James'll want to stay with us before school starts up again?" Remus shrugged, turning his head ot look back at the ceiling.
"I suppose so. Otherwise we'll just meet up on the train like usual and we'll just have to go to Diagon Alley without him," he said, staring quite fixedly at the ceiling, "Not a big deal really."
"The Marauders joining together for their final year at Hogwarts," Sirius said, dropping his voice low and making it seem much more dramatic than it truly was. Remus shook his head and got up. He looked at Sirius for half a second before leaving, presumably to investigate when the delicious smelling stew would be ready. Sirius watched him leave, musing on his thoughts as the lycanthrope disappeared around the corner. Was it really all that wrong that there was just a bit of lust behind Sirius' friendship? Was it so terrible that Sirius could just imagine tasting those soft Gryiffindor lips with his own…hands clutching at his shirt and-
"You coming for lunch?" Remus' voice interrupted his thoughts. His face peered around the corner, an eyebrow cocked.
"Er…yeah," Sirius asked, blinking up at his friend. He slid from the chair, attempting to shut down his thoughts although it was a little difficult now that he was in a closer proximity to the brown haired boy. He hoped that his thoughts were just being too loose and needed a good welcome back from the girls at Hogwarts.