The Stars are burning
a/n:
Chapter one
Remus' POV
It had to have been early. Though through the density of the crimson curtains that hung limply around my four poster bed, I was unable to see the sun slowly creep upon the horizon, spreading the ground of Hogwarts with it's glory, and infinite purity. Despite my lack of vision on the matter, the scent of newly settled dew wafted that air, and danced around my senses.
The innocence, and sheer calm of the morning caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. Only scarcely was I able to experience this level of clarity and solitude.
Enjoying the silence, I shoveled the mountain of ancient books, and crumbled parchment to the end of the bed, laying back in a crippled and almost uneasy manner. As my back hit the pillows I felt my midspine give into a tremendous pop, and only then was my body able to melt into the comfort of the cushion below.
The moon was getting close. I could feel the ache in my bones, and the impatient pacing of the beast within. Closing my eyes, I took in a deep breath and cleared my thoughts of any unpleasent events that would surely become apparent in the not so distant future.
Just when I felt myself slowly begin to drift off into slumber, I was ripped back suddenly by an unexpected, and paniced grunt from the next bed over.
"Nguh-"
My heart beat painfully against my chest for a moment before it registered to me that it was just a sleepy groan from Sirius' 'poster. I took in another long inhale, my heart rate beginning to steady itself once more, before my ears were met with another pained moan.
"Mo-ghn-ee."
Was it? No. It couldn't be. He was probably just dreaming about some prank, or the homework he tried his hand at eating. I settled again, and chuckled at the memory of McGonagall's face when he told her that his new puppy snuffles ate his essay on the '31 ways the transfiguaration of the mongoose has affected the lamp and furred nightstand industry.'
Just an my eyes snapped closed for what I hoped was the final time, I heard a sharp intake of breath, and a quite distinct, "Oh gods"from behind Sirius' curtain. I'm not sure what possesed me to sit up, and swing my legs over the side of my bed. It wasn't until my bare feet met the icy floor that I came to my senses and realized what I was doing. But, I was already up... Might as well make sure the mutt is okay.
My teeth seized my lower lip as I carefully rose to my feet, wincing as my hips almost gave way at the disturbance of their previously comfortable position. Taking a second to compose myself, I gingerly marched over to the shade surrounding the Animagis' bed. There was a warmth emitting off the area, and a powerful aroma of must and sensuality. My heart clammered against my ribcage with enough power to render me breathless. Sucking in a long forgotten breath, I grasped the cloth and swiftly swung it to the side, leaving a tiny gap- The only lack of separation between myself and the writhing mess that was Sirius Black.
I felt an immense flush emerge from my pores, my mouth instantly going dry. The scene layed out before me caused a monsterous tremor to my being.
The ablased vision that was the ebony haired man assulted my senses. His onyx tressed were thrown back carelessly about the pillow, as his plentious lips parted at the much needed intake of air, and exhale of a velvety moan. He was clothed, but barely. His tanned skin peeked through the exposed area of his open collar and risen shirt. Powerful cords of flexed muscles- my eyes widening in the realization of the path they sought. I saw every part of him, except his hands, which were firmly planted within the constraints of loose fitted bottoms. His adonis like figure gnashed in a destructive rhythm, the scent of sweat and semen thickening the air.
As my eyes fixed on the shape of his hands as they worked, I felt the flush leave my face as all my blood immediately decended to my loins. The fabric of my own trousers becoming very tight.
"-moon." The single syllable dripped off his lips, as my mind came to a screeching halt.