A/N: Fuck I'm angsty :)
Warning: Slash, mucho angst.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, much to my dismay.
Challenge: People on Bebo and LiveJournal are giving me prompts for Sirius/Remus fics, and I'll write one (or just biff the lot and write whatever I want) per day, posting them there, and here. This'll go on for the whole of May, so feel free to pop over to my LJ (link in my profile) and drop me a prompt!
Prompt: None
Look, Don't Touch
Sirius had given up on keeping track of how much time he spent just observing Remus. Watching the other man as he ate, read, talked, studied, laughed, planned pranks, whatever. You name it, Sirius had observed. He knew the beautiful way Remus' cheek curved when he laughed, a loud, free sound unlike any other. He knew how his brows furrowed slightly as he concentrated on a particularly difficult essay for some class or other. He knew the way Remus liked to eat with his right hand, but write with his left. He knew which side of the mouth he chewed on. Sirius knew everything.
He watched the way Remus brushed his hair in the mornings; carefully, gently, ensuring there were absolutely no tangles before he left the room. He watched Remus yawn and stretch, secretly delighting in the strip of stomach his slightly-too-small robes revealed; pale and toned and perfect, the shadow of a scar running straight through the middle. He watched the way Remus moved when he walked; so graceful, full of unrealised, suppressed power.
He watched silently from around a corner as Remus and James laughed and wrestled, secretly memorising every move the man made, and the way he looked, the way he moved, every single thing about him.
Because Sirius knew, as far as his secret love went, that he could never have him. He could only look, and hurt.