Notes: This chapter contains sexual content.
The Lines We Cross - Chapter Eleven
Sirius was sorry he left Remus's office the way he did. They had finally got back to the easy camaraderie they had before and here he was acting like a spoilt brat. Why did he feel so entitled to the other man's secrets?
Because you love him, the annoying voice in his head reminded him. He wondered briefly if everyone was born with those bloody voices in their heads, or if his ancestor's Pureblooded mania had anything to do with it. Alphard would probably say it was his conscience. Stupid conscience.
He passed through a tapestry into another corridor on his way back to his dorm when he heard the voices of two people he really didn't want to run into coming from the staircase to his left. He'd just decided to double back and find another route when he came face to face with his brother, and Severus Snape. They were both clad in dress robes; Snape's a little bit shabbier than his brother's. Blacks always did have the best of every thing.
"On our way to old Sluggie's latest Junior Death Eater meeting, are we? Don't let me keep you," he said giving a mock bow and gesturing them to move on. Snape sneered and swept past Sirius roughly, Regulus followed, avoiding Sirius's gaze.
He continued up the staircase they had just vacated and was halfway to the next landing when he heard footsteps behind him.
"Sirius…wait."
"Reg, don't!" Snape ordered, holding him by the sleeve. Sirius wanted to throttle Snape for using his name for Regulus.
"You're not my mother, Severus!" Regulus said, wrenching his sleeve from the Snape's grasp and jutting out his chin a little. "He should know."
"I should know what? Has Snivelly here had his annual bath? I assure you, it hasn't made the slightest bit of difference."
"Fuck you, Black!" Snape cursed turning an ugly shade of red.
"Not if my life depended on it."
"Severus, just go! This is family business." They glared at each other for a moment then Snape huffed and stalked off.
"Don't know if you've forgotten, Reg, but I stopped being family a while ago. You were so kind to remind me about it the last time we had a chat."
"Uncle Alphard is dead," Regulus said suddenly.
The words echoed in the empty hall. There was a very long silence. Had he heard right?
"Regulus, what are you talking about?" Sirius asked finally. The words had still not penetrated his brain.
"Alphard died three days ago. His service was held this morning."
"You're lying!"
It couldn't be true.
"I'm not! It was in the Prophet. I just got back from the reception."
"And Snape went with you did he?" he asked angrily, the dress robes suddenly making a lot more sense.
"Severus is my friend! I asked—"
"I'M YOUR BROTHER!" he shouted and Regulus had the decency to look ashamed, a pink tinge appearing on his cheeks.
"I wanted to tell you. Mum and dad…"
"Forbade you? From telling me the last member of our fucked up family still speaking to me has died?"
"They didn't want you crashing the service. Honestly, I can't believe you missed it in the Prophet. I kept expecting you to show up in that ridiculous Muggle jacket of yours and tell everyone to sod off… where are you going?" Regulus called after Sirius's retreating back. Sirius was sprinting up the stairs, two at a time.
"What do you care?" he yelled over his shoulder. He tore through the halls and up staircases, knocking a group of second year Hufflepuffs as he passed them, until he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
He barked the password at the dozing portrait. The sound of laughter and cheer greeted him when he stepped into the common room. Several of the older students were gathered together, glasses of butterbeer and, in some cases, firewhiskey in their hands.
"Hiiiii Sirius!" said a petite blonde girl. She threw her arms around Sirius and hugged him, little blonde curls piled on the top of her head tickling his nose. "It's my birthday, give me a kiss!" she pouted. He'd forgotten the seventh years were throwing a birthday party for Melanie. She was the last of the seventh year Gryffindors to turn seventeen and it had seemed like a good excuse as any to throw a party. He removed her hands from around his neck and gave her a shove towards a nearby Peter. "Kiss Pete," he suggested and continued through the room. Where the fuck is it? There's always one lying around…
He found a discarded Prophet lying on the table and snatched it up, knocking someone's drink over in the process. "Hey!" He ignored them and hurried towards the boy's dorm. Once he was sitting on his bed he began riffling through it, tearing a few pages in the process.
"Hey, mate. You alright?" he heard James ask from the door. He held a small glass of whiskey out to Sirius who took it and knocked it back quickly never taking his eyes off the paper. He held his hand out to give the glass back and James poured him another. Sirius gulped the second glass a little slower as he landed on the article about his uncle. The whiskey burned his throat and he felt his eyes water but he didn't care.
The article was in the society pages, which was why Sirius missed it. Honestly, why would I read the society pages?
Alphard D. Black (31 May 1927 - 24 January 1977)
London – Services will be held for Mr. Alphard D. Black (49) from 9:00am to 11:00am with reception to follow. Mr. Black was found dead in his London home Tuesday morning 24 January. Reports indicate Mr. Black's passing was not due to nefarious causes. Mr. Black complained of a headache when he left work the day before and Healers from St. Mungos indicate he suffered a brain hemorrhage some time in the night.
Mr. Black was a valuable asset to the Potion's Masters Guild. His colleagues and friends describe him as an easy-going, clever man, who got along well with everyone. Mr. Black leaves behind neither wife nor child but condolences may be sent to siblings Mrs. Walburga Black and Mr. Cygnus Black.
"Sirius, what is it?" He felt a hand on his shoulder and flinched away. James held up his hands cautiously, like one would approach a wild animal that spooked easily. He handed the paper to James wordlessly and moved off the bed to sit at the window. He was halfway through his first cigarette when James joined him.
"Fuck Sirius, I'm sorry." Sirius nodded, not sure how to respond. James shuffled his feet for a second or two then retrieved this discarded glass from the bed. He poured a generous amount of whiskey in the glass then debated for a second and handed the whole bottle to Sirius. "To Alphard?" he toasted holding up the glass.
"To Alphard," Sirius agreed, clinking the bottle and glass together and taking a long swallow. Sirius flicked the spent cigarette out of the cracked open window and promptly lit another. James sat beside him saying nothing for some time. Sirius took comfort in the presence of his best friend, needing someone to just be there. Eventually the sounds of the party downstairs roused him from his reverie.
"You should go back down to the party, James."
"No, it's cool. I'm fine right here. Don't feel much like partying any more anyway."
He gave his best friend a long look. James smiled his usual carefree smile and rumpled his hair in that annoying way of his. Sirius never loved him more than in that moment. He sincerely hoped this was the side of James Potter that Lily Evans was getting to know.
"Really, I appreciate it but… I think I want to be alone."
James frowned but nodded. "Okay, whatever you need," he said and moved to take the bottle of whiskey. Sirius clutched it a little closer and James laughed. "Like I said, whatever you need. Just don't overdo it, alright?"
Sirius took a dainty sip and smiled. "Yes, Mr. Head Boy, sir."
The door closed quietly behind James and Sirius took another large swallow of firewhiskey. His head was already spinning and he hardly felt the burn of alcohol that time.
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Remus heaved a sigh and ran his hands tiredly through his hair. He'd been pouring over the lists and reports Moody left him earlier that night but nothing was making sense. If he were being honest with himself, they were starting to make him a little sick. He tried piecing together names, locations, anything that might jump out as significant but it added up to nothing. These were seemingly random attacks by random werewolves, killing most victims and turning a fair few. He didn't see how anything he could interpret in these reports would be useful.
After more than an hour of reading over the gruesome details Remus gave up and shoved the reports back into his desk and locked them with a spell. He stretched and yawned loudly checking his watch, 11:23. The aches and pains from the recent full moon had already faded and he had a good feeling tonight would be the first decent nights sleep he would get since.
He exited his office, locking the door behind him and made his way towards his quarters. Almost automatically his mind wandered back to the conversation he had with Sirius earlier that evening. Sirius was clever, he could work it out. Remus hoped he would leave it be, but he also knew how stubborn the boy could be.
"You can trust me…you know that right?"
He seriously debated telling him the truth, but his fear overcame his trust in the end. What if he didn't understand? Remus never wanted to see the look of horror and revulsion on the young man's face.
Remus arrived at his room and dropped onto the squashy sofa in front of the fire, toeing off his shoes as he went. He hugged a pillow to his chest as he watched the flames flicker, feeling himself grow drowsy. Should probably get ready for bed, he thought sleepily. He just decided the sofa was a good a place as any to sleep when he heard a sharp series of knocks on his door. What now?
He considered ignoring whoever it was but the knocker persisted and he rose reluctantly from his place on the sofa to answer. He leapt back in surprise as Sirius literally fell into the room when he opened the door.
"Top of the evening to you, Prfssor!" he sang as he fell heavily to the floor. "Ouch, my arse."
"Sirius, is that you? What are you doing here?"
"Oh, y'know…just thought I'd pay you a visit," the boy said from the floor and he gave a giggle. Has he been hexed? No. Remus peered closely. Not hexed. Drunk. Sirius reeked of firewhiskey and he was clutching a bottle of Ogden's to his chest. It was more than halfway empty. Sirius hummed a tune as he continued to lay of the floor, completely at ease.
Remus flashed a lumos down the corridor but he did not see any other students. Where were James and Peter? If Sirius was drinking, why was he alone? With some difficulty he managed to close the door shoving Sirius's legs out of the way.
"You're really tall," Sirius reflected, staring up at Remus. Remus tried not to laugh and offered a hand down to Sirius to help him up. He struggled to remain upright as Sirius swayed and overbalanced, leaning heavily on Remus.
"Merlin, Sirius, how much have you had?" he asked taking the bottle and holding it up. Sirius chose that moment to bury his nose in Remus's neck.
"Mmmm you smell good," he said, breathing hotly and causing other parts of Remus's anatomy to perk up in interest. Remus took a calming breath and guided Sirius to the sofa, turning to place the bottle on the mantelpiece. Sirius did not remain seated for long though. Remus turned around to find Sirius opening and closing cabinets in the kitchen area on the other side of the room.
"Have you got anything to eat? I'm starved. What do we have here? Chocolate biscuits! Can I have some?"
"Yes, help yourself," said Remus coming up behind the boy and closing cabinet doors he left open. Sirius munched happily on a biscuit as he stumbled about the room to further investigate, Remus hovering protectively behind, righting objects Sirius knocked along the way.
"Who's this?" he asked picking up a framed photo of Remus and his father on Remus's fourteenth birthday. The young boy and older man smiled up from the photograph waving enthusiastically. Sirius held the frame directly in front of his face, his eyes going wide as he tried to focus.
"That's me and my dad," he said, gently prying the frame from Sirius's hands and placing it back on the bookshelf. Sirius continued to wander aimlessly around the room.
"Cor, is this your bedroom?" he asked as he entered the next room. "Your bed looks much comfier than the student's. Ooof." Sirius flopped face first onto the bed. "Yep…much comfier," came his muffled voice.
"Sirius? Okay, enough. You can't be here, especially not in this state. Come on, let's get you to the infirmary." He tried to pry Sirius from the bed but he resisted.
"I'm tired, Remus, can't I stay here tonight?" he asked with a sigh and curled up on his side closing his eyes.
"Are you trying to get me sacked?" Remus asked but Sirius appeared to have drifted off. He was snoring softly, his brow furrowed, black lashes resting against pink tinged cheeks. Fucking great.
Remus sat on the side of the bed watching the slow rise and fall of Sirius's chest as he breathed. A lock of black hair moved with each puff of breath. Remus reached over to tuck the lock behind an ear. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked softly, resting his hand lightly on the boy's head. With a sigh he rose from the bed and retrieved a blanket from the back of the sofa and threw it over Sirius. He pulled his shoes off, placing them beside the bed when he heard another knock on his door.
"When did I get so popular?" he wondered out loud to the sleeping form of Sirius. He closed the bedroom door behind him as he exited and answered his knocking door for the second time that night. "Oh, thank Merlin," he breathed when he saw James Potter and Peter Pettigrew on the other side of the door. "Come in."
"Evening, Professor," James chirped as he and Peter entered the room. "I take it by your relieved expression you have a Sirius some where here?"
"Yes, he passed out, he's in the bedroom. Have you all been drinking?" he asked catching the strong smell of alcohol on both boys.
"A little bit, sir," James admitted.
"Aside from the fact students are forbidden to have alcohol in the first place, what made you think it was a good idea to drink and go cavorting around the castle?" he asked glaring at both boys. Remus did not buy their shamefaced expressions for a second.
"It's my fault, sir. We were having a little party but it wasn't supposed to get out of hand. Sirius was a little upset, so I gave him some firewhiskey. I locked him in the dorm just in case but he must have got past me," James explained.
"Did you know how much he'd had? Did either of you even consider how dangerous it would be for him to wander around the castle in this state? He could have seriously hurt himself!" Remus was furious.
"We're sorry sir," chorused both boys. Peter looked to James then Remus and back again.
"When we realized he was missing we went looking for him," Peter said in a small voice.
"None of the portraits or ghosts saw him leave the castle but there are hidden passages. I thought he might go looking for you so we thought it would be a good idea to check here."
"Why did you think he would come looking for me?" Remus asked, careful to keep his voice neutral.
"Well…you're sort of friends, right? He talks about you all the time like you're mates and I know he visits your office every now and then. He always says he's meeting up with some bird or another but I think he just doesn't want to admit he's friends with a professor. No offence."
"None taken. How do you any of you even know where my rooms are?"
"Pranked the professor last year," James admitted cheerfully.
"It doesn't even smell in here any more," Peter commented, his eyes scanning the room apprehensively.
Remus pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Look, do you think you can manage to get him back to the dorm and keep him there?"
"Yes sir, we brought—"
"JAMIE! PETIE!" Sirius cried joyfully as bound from the room and launched himself at his friends.
"Sirius, where is your shirt?" James asked as Sirius threw his arms around both boys' shoulders in a group hug fashion, his arms and chest completely bare.
"I'll get it," Peter said removing himself from the other boys and heading into the other room.
"Jamie, let's go swimming!"
"It's freezing out, you idiot. For Godric's sake, keep your pants on! Sorry, Professor, he gets this way when he's drunk," said James as he struggled to keep Sirius from undressing further. Sirius kept trying to undo his belt and James was dutifully redoing the buckle.
"Come on, let's get your shirt on," said Peter as he approached with Sirius's shirt and shoes in hand. Remus watched with some amusement as the two boys struggled to dress their friend.
"Damn it, Sirius! Hold still!" said James in frustration; Sirius was being less than cooperative.
"Forget buttons James, let's just get his shoes on or his feet will freeze on the way back to the dorm."
"Back?" Sirius asked, swaying dangerously as Peter tried to lift a foot to place in a shoe.
"Yep, gotta get you back to the dorm. Here, we brought—"
"No!" Sirius cried and stumbled towards Remus. His shoes were only half way on his feet and he tripped; Remus caught him around the arms.
"You said I could stay right, Remus?" Sirius asked as he righted himself and wrapped his arms around Remus's torso. James and Peter glanced at each other, surprise written on their faces.
"You should go back with your friends," Remus said, trying to ignore how warm Sirius felt with his bare chest pressed against him.
"You're my friend! I want to stay!"
Many of the professors commended Remus for his seemingly infinite amount patience, but Sirius was really pushing it.
"Come on, Sirius, you've bothered Professor Lupin enough for one night," said James as he tried to pull Sirius way.
"I'm not bothering you, am I, Remus?" He looked down into sad grey eyes and a pretty pout and Remus felt his resistance melt away.
"No, Sirius, you don't bother me."
"Then I can stay?" he asked excitedly.
"Yes, you can stay," Remus said, running a weary hand over his face and wondering why he was incapable of telling the boy no. Sirius cheered in delight. "You two can stay as well," he nodded to James and Peter.
"I told Lily where we were going, she might go to McGonagall if we don't come back."
"Alright, tomorrow morning will you please come get him? I don't envy the hangover he'll have."
James gave him a look that said quite clearly "please" and pulled out two vials of potions. "This one," he held up a lavender colored potion, "is a sobering draught. And this other one is for the hangover."
"I knew there must be some reason Dumbledore made you Head Boy."
"Harsh Professor. C'mon Peter lets get back before Lily sics McGoogles on us." James handed the potions to Remus, who managed to shake Sirius off, and he led James and Peter out. He banged his head lightly on the door as he closed it after the two boys. He heaved a sigh.
"Right then, let's get you sorted," he said wearily. He took Sirius by the hand and led him through the bedroom to the bathroom sitting him on the edge of the tub. "Drink this please," he handed the lavender potion to the boy.
Sirius uncorked it and sniffed and knocked the potion back easily. The sobering draught would metabolize the alcohol in Sirius's system much faster.
"There's a good lad. Now I want you to wash up and everything before we go to sleep. Can you manage on your own?" he asked. Sirius nodded and Remus left him alone in the bathroom.
He placed the hangover potion on the nightstand and rummaged through his clothing drawers for something Sirius could sleep in. When he returned he heard the sound of the shower running. He peeked in, the curtain was closed but he could see steam from the hot shower rising above the curtain and Sirius's discarded clothes lay on the bathroom floor.
Try as he might, Remus couldn't stop his imagination running away from him as he pictured Sirius completely naked on the other side of the curtain, hot water and soap sluicing down his body. Remus gave himself a mental shake. "Sirius, there are some clothes for you on the counter here," he said placing them on the counter and picking up the discarded shirt and trousers before making a hasty exit.
"Kay," he heard Sirius say from behind the curtain before he closed the door. Remus cast a quick cleaning charm on the clothes and folded them neatly before placing them on the chair in the corner. He changed into his own pyjamas and heard Sirius exit the bathroom as he was pulling on his shirt.
"I suppose you think you're funny," Sirius said as he toweled his hair dry. Sirius was clad in a pair of dark gray sweatpants and a faded t-shirt he got at a Muggle concert. Remus marveled (and was the tiniest bit jealous) at how Sirius could look elegant even in his old, worn out clothes. "Queen? Honestly?"
Remus laughed, catching his unintentional joke. "No offense meant. You'd like them actually; they're a Muggle rock band. One of my exes was a Muggle. He loved them. Took me to a few concerts."
"Cool," said flopping on the bed. Remus entered the now vacant bathroom and settled for cleaning his face and teeth for the time being. When he re-entered the bedroom Sirius was seated cross-legged on the bed plucking at the frayed hem of the sweatpants.
"You alright?" Remus asked. Sirius merely shrugged. Remus grabbed the blanket he threw on Sirius earlier. "I'm going to kip on the couch. Just come get me if you need anything, okay?"
Sirius nodded and continued to pluck at the pants. Remus turned to leave when Sirius said his name. "Remus?"
"Yes?"
"Would you stay with me?"
This was not a good idea and Remus knew it. Sirius might be sobering up but he was still intoxicated and, if Remus was being honest with himself, Sirius looked incredible in his clothes and Remus did not trust his body to behave.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Sirius."
"Please?"
"How about I stay until you fall asleep?" he offered as a compromise, surprised again by his inability to say no to Sirius. The boy nodded and crawled under the blankets and Remus joined him, extinguishing the lights and taking care to keep his distance. They lay on their backs looking up at the blue shadows cast by the moon on the ceiling saying nothing for quite some time.
"Remus?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you miss your dad?"
It was the last thing Remus expected Sirius to ask.
"All the time," Remus admitted, thinking of the man who'd raised him. Cared for him. Loved him even, despite what a wretched a son he'd been. Even in his most miserable hour, John Lupin was there with a fierce hug and a soft kiss to the temple.
"You're a good boy, Remus. I love you, son."
Remus took a deep breath, willing away the melancholy thoughts of his father. "He was my best friend," he said after a moment.
Remus felt Sirius shaking next to him. The heels of his hands were pressed into his eyes and his breathing sounded strained.
"Sirius, are you okay?" Remus asked turning to Sirius and leaning up on an elbow. Sirius removed his hands and Remus could see a look of absolute misery on his face by the dim light of the moon. "What is it?"
Sirius's answer was to turn towards Remus and place a soft kiss on his lips. Remus tried to back away but insistent hands on his hips held him in place.
"Sirius...stop." Remus tried to dislodge the boy gently, his traitorous body reacting almost violently to the onslaught of Sirius's kisses and touch, which began growing bolder.
"Oh..Remus…I want you so much…"
"No, Sirius…"
"You want me too! I can feel it," he said rolling his body against Remus, his tell-tale erection jabbing into Sirius's hip.
"We can't," Remus managed to choke out as a jolt of pleasure coursed through him. Sirius hands had found their way under Remus's shirt and brushed softly against the sensitive flesh of his ribcage. "Sirius, you need to stop."
"Is that what you really want? For me to stop?" Sirius nibbled lightly on Remus's lower lip and rolled his hips again causing Remus to gasp. No. He most definitely did not want Sirius to stop.
Remus allowed himself to imagine giving in. Letting his desire take over for once in his life. He pictured himself pushing Sirius back on the bed and devouring his mouth. Tearing clothes from his body like some trashy romance novel. He imagined how soft and warm the skin would feel under his hands, how it would taste on his tongue as he took flesh between his teeth. The all-encompassing heat and tightness of Sirius's body as he thrust into it relentlessly, his own name falling from Sirius's lips with each stroke. God he wanted it.
"We can't," he repeated, more for his own benefit than anyone else's.
Sirius threw himself back on the bed, his arms over his eyes. Remus lamented the loss of exploring hands for just a moment. "Why don't you want me?"
Why couldn't Sirius understand? It wasn't that Remus didn't want him. Remus wanted him badly. Thought about it almost constantly. But it was wrong. So very wrong.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Sirius said suddenly and turned to lean over the bed. Remus managed to summon the rubbish bin just in time. The contents of Sirius's stomach rocketed to the bottom of the bin with a sickeningly wet thud.
Remus sat up and pushed long black hair out of the boy's face with one hand as he heaved, the bin held in the other. The sound of retching stopped after a minute and Remus gently eased Sirius's head out of the bin and vanished the mess. He summoned the washcloth from the bathroom and offered it to Sirius, who took it and wiped his face and mouth, his head bowed.
"Do you feel better now?" Remus asked after a moment. Sirius was trembling.
"No," he choked around a sob, and the next minute Remus had a lap full of sobbing teenage boy. Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus and buried his face in the crook between Remus's neck and shoulder heaving great wracking sobs. Remus felt the collar of his shirt getting wet.
I should really be canonized for this, he thought wryly, but he wrapped his arms around the shaking boy and began rubbing soothing circles between his shoulder blades.
"Shhhh, it's alright," he said.
Sirius clutched him even tighter and continued to cry. "It's n-not al-alright," he managed to say, his voice thick with the sound of tears. "He's d-dead and n-now I've got no one."
"Who's dead, love?"
"Lphard."
Remus wracked his brain. "You mean Alphard? Your uncle?" Sirius nodded and gave a great sniff. "Oh, Sirius, I'm so sorry."
Remus continued to hold the crying boy for several long minutes, offering soothing there now's and don't cry's and wondering how on Earth he was going to calm the boy down. Eventually though, his shoulders ceased their shaking and he hiccupped only once or twice more.
"He was the only one Remus… the only one in my fucked up family that didn't hate me…who thought I was worth something." Sirius took a deep, shaky breath but he was no longer crying. "Now he's gone and I've no one. They didn't even invite me to his fucking funeral! And now I'm alone…"
"You're not alone, love. You've got your friends. James and Peter care about you. And the Potters. Did you know they write to McGonagall asking for you?" Sirius shook his head. Remus carded his hand through black, silky hair idly. "I know it hurts but there are lots of people in this world who love you, Sirius. I do." It was out of his mouth before he realized he was saying it. Sirius looked up at that and Remus panicked for half a second. Sirius's eyes were red-rimmed and bright.
"You do?"
Damn it.
Remus should have said no; that what he meant to say was that he cared about Sirius deeply because he was a great friend, a wonderful student, and had so much potential. But Sirius looked so vulnerable, his eyes wide and silver and pleading. He looked as if the next words Remus spoke had the power to break him completely. He realized they probably did.
"Yes, Sirius," Remus said willing his voice to remain steady. "I love you."
"Show me," he breathed and leaned forward to capture Remus's lips in a kiss. Remus allowed himself to respond for just a moment but then gently tried to push Sirius away.
"No, Sirius stop…"
"Please, Remus," Sirius begged and his drunken slur lost some of its edge. He lunged forward grabbing Remus by the front of his shirt to pull him in for another kiss. Remus turned his head to avoid it but Sirius took that as permission to trail open-mouthed kisses down his jaw and neck. Remus nearly groaned as excitement swept through him. "Please," he said again sounding quite desperate. "Please…Remus, I need this."
The sheer desperation in Sirius's voice was enough to shatter the last shreds of resistance Remus possessed. A man could only take so much temptation. Remus pulled Sirius back for a brutal kiss and finally gave in.
It was over fairly quickly. They hadn't even got undressed. Remus placed a hand on the boy's chest, pinning him back the bed as he explored his mouth. Lips, tongue, teeth, warm. He insinuated himself between Sirius's legs, pressing their bodies together intimately, wonderful friction causing delightful sensations in all the right places. Sirius moaned loudly into Remus's mouth with each brush of their arousals, long legs coming to wrap around his hips bringing them impossibly closer. Remus could feel everything through the thin layer of cotton clothing.
"Oh, yes…Remus…"
Remus pulled away slightly as Sirius continued to arch up against him. Sirius was gorgeous beneath him, black hair pooling on the white sheets, his eyes dark with desire, lips red and swollen from kissing. He felt fingers in his hair and was pulled back for another deep kiss, their tongues tangling together wetly. It had never felt so good. He'd denied himself for so long and they fit together so perfectly.
He thrust desperately for several minutes, his lips firmly latched to the boy beneath him, Sirius rising to meet each stroke. Wave after wave of endless heat surged through Remus. Sirius held him tightly, the harsh quality of their breathing and keening moans the only sounds in the room as they inched closer and closer. Remus thought it was a thing of beauty the way Sirius threw back his head as he sobbed out his release, undulating beneath him.
"Remus!"
That had been Remus's own undoing. He collapsed on top of Sirius, their bodies still shuddering with each breath. Sirius ran hand through Remus's hair and placed soft kisses on his neck. Remus rolled off and they lay side by side facing each other, for how long, Remus didn't know. Sirius was smiling at Remus, his eyes drooping ever so slowly with each passing moment. He reached for Remus's hand and tangled their fingers together.
"Stay with me?"
Remus nodded and Sirius closed his eyes. "Love you too, Remus," he said sleepily.
He watched the younger man drift off to sleep, his face relaxed and untroubled despite the massive emotional upheaval he'd had that evening. A fierce wave of protectiveness rolled through Remus as he watched Sirius sleep and he was unsurprised to realize he'd do absolutely anything for the boy. He brushed his lips against Sirius's forehead and began drifting off himself. I am in so much trouble, he thought before sleep finally overcame him.
