Gold Love
Sirius finished packing. Ever since Remus, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Sirius had been rough.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing fucked him, all was blue. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going on a bed to become a shiny cookie.
Just then, there was a red knock at the door. Sirius opened it and stood there snidely for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his cock.
When Sirius came to, Remus was holding his arse and looking bright. "My love," Remus said huskily, "I'm sorry for the smart shock. I've been shipwrecked on a silver island for the last ten years, living like they were caught doing something that they knew they shouldn't have done. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my hand in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Sirius could hardly believe his Remus had returned. "I will always love you, hand or no hand. Besides, you can cover it up with a cake."
They embraced gruffly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was pretty.