Sweet Vampiress Black, I don't know how you do it, but you seem to read my mind. How did you know I was going to write this!
With this exact ending! You are amazing :P
I hope the rest of you enjoy this little piece too, things are about to get ugly from now on..
Remus gasped. What was he doing! He tried to get off the bed but a strong hand got a grip on his neck and pulled him closer.
Before he knew what was happening, their lips touched. He wrenched himself from the dark haired man's grip and pull back in shock.
'What are you doing!' He exclaimed. The looks in Sirius' face was calm. 'Wasn't that what you wanted?
Don't lie to me Neil. I'm not made of stone.. Even with my beautiful eyes closed I could feel the tension.
Could've been your breath too, though.' Then there was a smirk. 'Besides, I am an excellent kisser. You can't deny that.'
Remus was just speechless. What was happening? Why was he still here? He had to go! Flee, hide. Anything!
This was not what he signed up for when he became Neil Rumpus. Even if he secretly wanted to… No!
All of a sudden the expression on Sirius' face got a lot softer.
'I know it shouldn't be. But I just thought.. We've spent a lot of time together this week and it was wonderful.
Nothing like the time I spent with James. There is something about you. A hint of mystery. Something I can't touch.
It makes me want more. Not having you around me is like a starless sky while knowing they are there.
Missing out on their beauty while they're so close. Only hidden by a masquerade of clouds. A face.
He placed his hand on the scarred cheek. 'That hunts your most beautiful dreams. That makes you want to know all about it.'
Remus was speechless. It were the most beautiful words he had ever heard and, more important, were ever spoken to him.
It was like an enchantment. It felt like he was put under a wonderful spell.
A warm, cosy blanket that closed around him and held him safe and loved.
Even though he had never expected anyone to speak such words to him, let alone a man, let alone this specific one, it was perfect.
No longer was there any part of him that wanted to hide or flee. Not even run.
This was where he had to be.
…
This was wrong. So wrong. But he couldn't care less. Their mouths clashed together as if they were fighting a battle.
His fingers were tangled in those beautiful black curls. Those rough, working man's hands closed around him and lifted him in the air.
Remus wrapped his legs about the young man and moaned when his back slammed a wall. It was a perfect pose and all
body parts he longed to touch were rubbing against his own. No one cared whether the moaning was caused by excitement or pain.
Bruised ribs were long forgotten.
The ivory body lifted him on the bed. Slim fingers took the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
Remus winced at the short silence that fell after Sirius had removed his shirt. His fingers softly followed the thick lines crossing his entire chest.
'You are beautiful.' Remus' eyes shot open. That was the last reaction he had expected but his eyes closed soon enough and he moaned as a warm mouth found his nipple. Beautiful.
'I've never felt like this before.' Sirius gasped, kissing nape of the other boy's neck. 'I don't think I can stop.'
But Remus didn't care and he spoke out those thoughts. A mouth smiled in his neck. 'Good.'
And in one smooth move Remus was completely naked below the other man.
Their hands clawed and touched and did everything else to make sure they were there, together. It was warm and God.
It was perfect. Was this what his mother had felt under the hands of his father? Before they died?
Who cared. Who could possible care. How was it even possible there was anything evil about this man. He was divine.
Yes, he knew this shouldn't be. That he probably, somewhere in his life, would be punished for this.
But right now, he couldn't care less. And his hormones most certainly didn't complain either.
This was passion. This was love.
A soft voice in the back of his head wriggled itself loose from all the heat and spoke in a bitter voice.
He is a Black. Who cares. He is a man. Who cares. He's a servant. Who cares. You are not.. Bloody voices.
They were right. Of course they were right.. Bloody voices.
Gasping for air Remus freed himself from the gorgeous body on top of him and clutched his clothes together. '
This can't, we shouldn't. I..' Sirius frowned in anger. 'Why? I thought you felt the same way I did!' 'I do!' Remus cried out.
'I just. I can't. Not yet.' His hands touched his scars and he hastily put on back his shirt. What was he about to say?
Just the sin of what they were doing would be enough, yes. But that would make him loose Sirius.
And even though they had just met a few weeks ago, he had never felt this much love in his life.
Neither could he expose he was actually a duke. That would make things terribly complicated and even more impossible. What had he done?
He decided to go for a partially truth, leaving out a few little facts. Like he had done so many times before.
'It is going to fast. I am not used to being loved.' Sirius didn't move nor speak.
He was just facing the window, his breath irregular from excitement and pain. 'Please. It has nothing to do with you.'
In an abrupt movement Sirius turned around, showing Remus a pained smile. 'I understand, Neil.' Remus wasn't sure he did.
'I-I..' But Sirius put a finger on his lips and cut him off. 'I do. Really. You've seen my mother.' And he smiled. 'That's true.'
Remus sighed. Of course this man knew about not being loved. More than possibly anyone he knew.
James always had a great bond with his parents. So did Peter, the chubby servant that would accompany
James as much as possible. And the maid, the red-haired one. Her parents were the most lovely people two.
It were just them, right here and right now, that knew what not being loved meant.
Remus was thinking about that so hard he didn't even realise he had said something very stupid.
Again there was that smirk and Sirius eyes him frown under his lashes. 'Really?' All of a sudden Remus felt his cheeks burn up in shame.
Sirius got up a little straighter and took his face between his hands. 'I'm sure I would've remembered you. You weren't there in the hall.
Just James and the chubby fellow.' 'Peter.' Remus mumbled. 'That's what I said. Chubs. I would've remembered a face as pretty as yours.'
'I was there. Behind the curtain with the duke.' He could feel the blood drain from his face.
He had been so stupid. If he made it out of here in one piece, he would make sure Neil Rumpus would be executed first thing in the morning.
But Sirius didn't seem to mind that much.
Sirius placed a soft hand on Remus' neck. 'It's okay Neil. I believe you.' He softly kissed the nape of his neck when a door opened.
There was a sound of breaking glass and porcelain.
Eyes met in shock, hazel, gold and silver.
'What the hell is going on here!'