Just a little drabble to post between chapters of 'Too Old, Too Dangerous' - not even sure it's any good to be honest. Let me know what you think.

Inspired by redbull07's Naruto fics. Read them - they are fantastic and she does a much better job than I have.

WARNING: Implied sexual act. Blink and you'll miss it.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Sniffle.

Dedication: For redbull07 (chookie) who made me realise there is a fan fiction world outside of Harry Potter. :-)

Senses

Sight

Aesthetically, Sirius Black is most pleasing.

He is so pleasing, in fact, that members of both sexes have been guilty of walking into walls when he is strutting through the halls. But it's the little things that Remus finds most endearing.

The slightly crooked eye tooth that doesn't spoil the perfect smile but enhances it; the way his grey eyes have many different shades depending on the Animagus' mood; the straight nose that is the exact length of Remus' lips from corner to corner; the pink, almost effeminate lips that curl up when he looks at Remus; his ebony hair, glossy in the sunlight that shines across Remus' bed each morning, and the cream coloured skin that contrasts it so beautifully, covering that Quidditch toned body.

Sirius Black is truly a sight to behold.

Hearing

Who knew that the guttural grunts and moans issued from those pink lips could hold so much meaning? Who knew that Remus would learn what each different infliction meant? That he would catalogue each noise and commit it to memory?

Short, higher pitched groans or grunts mean 'Merlin, that's good, Remus. Don't stop.'

Lower and longer sounds bring a little, mischeivious smile to Remus' face because he knows that they mean, 'You're torturing me, you wanker. Get on with it NOW!'

Then there were the moans…there are so many different kinds but the one he loves the most is the ragged one that sounds as though it's been ripped from the boy's chest and usually ends in a cry of 'Just fuck me, Rem!'

That voice, those sounds are like music to Remus' ears.

Smell

'A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.'

Nothing smelt as sweet as Sirius Black. After his shower, first thing in the morning, after sex, sweaty or dirty, even as Padfoot - Remus could bury his face in the crook of his neck and lose himself in the perfume. It was earth, it was air, it was water, it was fire – all the earthly elements wrapped up in a complicated scent known simply as 'Sirius'.

A rose had never smelt as sweet.

Taste

The first time he kissed Sirius, waves of awareness he'd never experienced before rushed through him, his taste buds fairly exploding from the sensation. This was something he'd never tasted before – a combination of pure pleasure, raw desire, unquenchable lust – all wrapped up in a pair of soft, sweet lips.

The first time he dragged his tongue over Sirius' neck, his shoulder, his stomach and he tasted the flavour of that ivory skin, he became addicted, obsessed. Now, he craved it; needed it like he needed oxygen.

He had been nervous, reluctant at first to taste the very essence of the man but now…now he knew that it was like drinking life – salty and sweet and all the flavours in between.

Remus wanted to lick him all over and make him his.

Touch

His skin had so many different textures. Rough, dry patches on his knees and elbows, callouses on those knowledgable hands; soft and silky flesh that was so very sensitive under his arm and along the inside of his thigh; the firm, taut skin of his muscled stomach that tensed so gratifyingly whenever Remus touched it, and the delicate, thin skin of his throat which warmed under his tongue and pulsed with life.

Remus knew every single inch of that body; had learnt it with his fingertips like a blind person learns Braille.

'Yes, Sirius Black is beauty personified,' Remus thought as he gazed down wondrously at the sleeping almost-man next to him. 'What the hell is he doing with me?'

Is it worth doing Sirius' POV? Review and let me know :-)