Hi! Chapter four and with that, almost done. Two or three chapters left to go at most.

Finally gonna show you the reason why it's really M-rated ;-).

Oh, and I changed the opening. Remus is no longer an early fourties but a mid to end thirties guy to make the difference with 'Orion' his guess of 50 a bit bigger. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

'Hi.' The voice drifts over the counter and Remus slightly stiffen in more than one way. From just a voice. Christ. It's time he gets laid.
He looks up to find the gorgeous man from the other day standing there again. Though the sparkle he had yesterday now seems slightly dimmed. Or just gone altogether. Instead the man looks tired and worried. Then again, so feels Remus.

'You again.' Remus stated. Not completely friendly.
'Well yes. I'm here all week.' Orion makes a little move with his hands.
'You look horrible.' Remus says without fully realising the content of his words.
'Djeez. Thanks, I guess?'

He is about to apologize when the man gives him a smile.

'You are right though. Haven't slept very well. But from the looks of it, neither had you.'
'Nope.'
'Wanna talk about it?'
'Not really.' And he musters a smile. After all, it's not Orion's fault he feels like shit. 'More book signings to do today?'
'Yes. And more tomorrow and then you're finally rid of me.' Sirius smiles tiredly.
'And then, off to the other libraries?'

Remus isn't one for small talk but a part of him just wants to talk to this beautiful man so bad. He know what it is. He's had it before. The longer you don't get laid, the more attractive guys seem to be. Especially if they are this beautiful to begin with. He allows himself one more appreciative glance. Those bright eyes.. Sharp nose. Gods. Who knows how beautiful he is underneath those clothes..
All hail the counters to hide behind.

'Probably. Don't know. Apparently Nicholas Flamel isn't the guy I've been talking to and I completely forgot who was. So I guess I'll have to go around all at least 20 other libraries around to figure out who's expecting me.'
'Well..' Remus starts talking and already regrets the moment he starts. 'I could make some phone calls for you. See if any of the libraries are expecting Orion Black?'
'That would be great!' Orion starts but them his bright smile slums slightly. 'But I'm not sure I mentioned my name, really. It wasn't that detailed yet. I don't know if he really knows who I am.'
'I'll make a few calls.' Remus smiles. 'You go to your book signing.'

And so Orion walks off to his bookstand for another day of swooning woman. And Remus? Remus can't help himself but ogle the arse in those perfect tight jeans as the man walks off. For a second he closes his eyes and a weird fantasy takes over. Imagine Padfoot, the guy he secretly loved for so long and now so brutally ignored would look like that. That all the times of wanking while chatting were with someone so beautiful.. Something gnaws at him. A little voice in the back of his mind.

He could be Padfoot, you know. Why else would he be looking for some guy in a library in London with all those vague details.

'Shut up.' Remus whispers softly to the little voice.

Imagine a guy like that would have you..

A blush creeps to his cheeks as he realises his trousers are getting incredible tight. And so, before making those phone calls, he does something he's never done before. Something that makes him feel horrible and dirty and like a very, very terrible person.. But he quietly runs over to the toilets and while he hears the lines of women walking in the library, chittering about the gorgeous Orion Black, Remus drops his pants and grabs his hard-on, closing his eyes and imaging those bright yet stormy grey eyes staring at him..

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'Hi.'
It seemed as if their every meeting started with this. He hardly gave Orion a look. He was really too busy trying to forget what he did earlier. And so he just continued sorting books on one of the carts in that damned, dark cellar he fantasised about with Padfoot so many times before.
'Hi.' He sort of half waved before he started sorting books again.
'Don't mean to interrupt you. Just thought I should give you this.'
Remus finally gives him the attention he deserves and turns around to find Orion standing there with a copy of his book. Oddly enough, slightly shy.
'Ah yes. Thanks. Just put it down there.' And he motions to one of the empty trollies.

Orion obliges but doesn't leave. So Remus clears his throat and continues the conversations.

'I called all the other libraries but none of them remembered talking to you on the phone. Sorry.'
'That's okay. Didn't think it would work.' Orion shrugs.
'Something else I can do for you, Orion?'
Orion gives him a weird smile.
'It feels wrong to hear you call me that. Call me crazy but I have this weird feeling we've known each other for ages.'
'Then what would you like to call me? White? That just sounds odd.'
'It's a fake name, you know.' Orion explains. 'Please call me Sirius.'
Something pangs in Remus' chest.
'Sirius..' He says and from the moment the name leaves his lips he feels it suits the man so much better than Orion. And apparently so does Sirius. Without Remus fully realises what happens, Sirius walks over to him in two big steps and then, suddenly, presses his lips against Remus', igniting the biggest fire in his brain he ever felt.

'Who. Sirius. What are you doing.' He says somewhere between whisper and shout.
'I'm sorry.' And the young man stares at him with frightened eyes. 'I'm so sorry! I thought you were..'
'I am..' Remus admits. 'But you can't just go around kissing people because they are.'
'I know. I'm sorry. It's just..' And all of a sudden the cocky attitude that suits the man so well falters and that sadness he noticed before takes over.
'I'm.. I'm just trying to forget something. I'm sorry.'
Remus looks up at the gorgeous stranger in the cellar of his library and with a pang realises this was the last fantasy Padfoot told him about. And so he steps back.
'I'm sorry, I can't do this..' And he realises he really can't. Here he is, in a cellar with a gorgeous man seducing him. And he feels guilty to a name on the internet.

'You sure? I want to forget something. You want to forget something. Why don't we help each other forget.'

He slowly raises his hands and strips Remus from his cardigan, leaving him standing in his dress shirt. This is so wrong and Remus so very much wants to stop. Right? But he damn well knows he doesn't. He has been living in a fantasy world for too long. This is the first time in too long that someone can actually give him physical affection. And he and his pants find that he is very much in need of that.
He can find out later if this was a huge mistake or not. Right now he really, really wants to fuck this guy senseless. So much.

'Yes..' He whispers as Sirius takes of his shirt, pressing himself against Remus' chest.
'Ohh..' He moans. 'I can feel your heat burn through your shirt.'
The guilt pangs through his chest again but his head is too clouded to realise. It feel so good. So good. He needs this. He really, really needs this. Though almost as tall as he is, Sirius is turns out to be toned but lean and Remus easily lifts him up, placing him on the cart, resulting in another moan from Sirius.

It is a weird clashing between fantasy and reality and not knowing whether that gnawing voice in your head it lying. But right now he doesn't care as Sirius bites his neck and one hand slips into his pants.

What a desecrated library this is about to become.

So.. You ready for some guy on guy action between Remus trying to forget Padfoot and Sirius apparently trying to forget something too?