Motives
Remus could feel a pair of eyes boring into him. Yet again. Looking up from his book, he saw his instincts were right. Sirius was lying on his bed, face propped up by his hands, studying Remus with the same look he'd been giving him all week - a look of intense interest, like he was trying to work something out. Remus sighed.
'Stop staring at me, Padfoot. You're putting me off.' Sirius didn't seem to hear him - if he did, he ignored him. Remus looked back down at his books, but couldn't concentrate.
'Just cut it out, Sirius! Leave me alone!' he growled. But now his best friend looked hurt, which only distracted him even more. 'I'm sorry. You know I get irritable before the full moon, and it's tomorrow night'. It was true; what Remus wanted most right now was just to be left in peace. Sirius slid off his bed and sat next to Remus.
'I'm sorry. It's really hard for you, isn't it?' His hand rested on Remus' knee.
'Uh, yeah', he replied uncomfortably. It wasn't like Sirius to be so serious and… understanding. But then Sirius hadn't been acting his normal self all week. At least, not around Remus.
'That scar from a few full moons ago never fully healed, did it?' he whispered, leaning forward and brushing Remus' hair aside to expose the white tinted scar underneath. 'I'm sorry, I should have been more careful'.
'You stopped me doing something far worse to someone else - ' Remus was cut short by the soft kiss his friend had planted on his scar. 'Uh, what was that for?'
'Don't tell me you've never wondered, Moony.'
'Wondered what?' Sirius's hand was still on his leg.
'You know, what it'd be like…' the hand started moving up. Merlin! Yet Remus couldn't move away. As a matter of fact, Remus hadn't thought about what it would be like with Sirius. Or with any guy for that matter. But then, he hadn't thought about it with anyone. He hadn't allowed himself to. His condition, and his morals meant that he couldn't sleep with anyone who didn't know - he couldn't do that to someone. But Sirius… he knew what Remus was. And he didn't care. He looked up. Sirius's face was inches from his own, as he looked him right in the eyes, waiting for an answer.
'Moony?'
His hand moved higher and higher up his leg. A shot of pleasure ran through Remus's body. He needed this. His head moved the few inches forward until their lips met forcefully, tongues battling with each other for dominance. Sirius won and Remus allowed himself to be dominated. His mind was racing as a hand struggled to undo his pants. Why was Sirius doing this? He'd already slept with half the girls in their year, was he just the next challenge? What did he mean, he wondered what it was like? To sleep with a man? Or to sleep with a werewolf? Did Sirius want him, or just the idea of him? Was this just some weird fetish, an obsession that he'd forget about once it was over?
Suddenly Remus was broken from his thoughts as he realised his clothes were gone. As a hand closed the drapes on his four poster, something else gave him another wave of pleasure, and he didn't care anymore.