Remus

The full moon was coming, Remus could feel it. He woke up Wednesday morning with creaking bones and a rumbling stomach. A tingling ache ran all over his body, and it had nothing to do with the lengthy Quidditch match from yesterday. He stretched and groaned, burying his face in his blanket. He'd dreamt about Sirius, like every night this week. Sirius had been on top of him again, but unlike in reality, he had not been wearing clothes.

Remus sighed happily, and the smell of bacon caught his nose. His stomach ordered him out of bed. He folded his blanket neatly and followed the smell to the kitchen. Why was Peter up so early and making bacon? Usually he wasn't seen until ten, along with Sirius. It would be another two hours before any of them would see James.

When Remus opened the door, he didn't find Peter. He found Sirius, stood next to a frying pan, whistling some random tune. Remus rubbed his eyes rather dramatically. Why was Sirius up so early? And since when did he know how to cook?

He glanced around the kitchen to see if anyone else was up, maybe he'd missed some kind of memo about waking up early. No one was there, it was just Sirius.

Shirtless Sirius, to be exact.

Remus couldn't help but admire the architecture of Sirius's back. His hair was flicking out at the ends, and brushing against his bare shoulders. Remus felt the overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around Sirius, and pressed his lips to his shoulder blades. Sirius was wearing drawstring pants that hung off his hips, and it was unbearable.

Remus eventually managed to drag his eyes away, scolding his lack of control – which he seemed to be doing more frequently than usual – and scraped a chair across the floor, flopping into the seat.

Sirius turned and smiled at him, "Morning Moonbeam."

"Morning." Remus said, oblivious to the nickname. He was too busy admiring the neat line of dark hair that trailed from Sirius's bellybutton into his pants. Remus wanted to follow it with his mouth. Then he realised what he'd thought and focused his attention on the table. Sirius started whistling again.

"Why are you up so early?" Remus asked, trying to slow down his racing heart.

"I didn't sleep." Sirius said, sounding far too perky for someone who hadn't slept in twenty four hours.

"How come?" Remus asked, he stood up and boiled the kettle.

He poured away the cold coffee in Sirius's mug and grabbed another one from the cupboard. He put a spoonful of instant coffee into one mug, and a tea bag into the other. Sirius didn't look like he needed coffee. In fact, he looked like he'd had a caffeine overdose. Remus still made him one. Sirius accepted it gratefully, and one-handedly shared the food in his frying pan between two plates.

Remus carried his towards the table and Sirius followed. They sat down next to each other and Remus dug in. His stomach was ordering him to eat faster and eat more before the transformation, even though he had two whole days until he did. He was half an egg and a sausage away from finishing when he swallowed, and paused. He glanced to his left.

Sirius was staring at him. He was leaning his elbow on the table, completely ignoring his food, and staring at him. Remus felt heat in his cheeks and guessed he was blushing, "You're staring rather intensely."

It came out more breathily than he intended.

Merlin, so pathetic.

"Am I?" Sirius asked, one corner of his mouth twitching. His eyes moved down from Remus's face and roamed over his entire body lasciviously. Remus felt even more heat rush up his neck. He was probably beet red right now and Sirius was probably loving embarrassing him.

"Coffee, now." James commanded, stamping into the kitchen. Sirius's eyes left Remus when James slammed the door shut with an echoing bang. He pushed his untouched plate of food in James's direction.

Sirius fluttered his eyelashes and smiled beautifully, "Yes, my darling."

"Don't you my darling me, Black!" James snapped, throwing himself into a chair. He looked exhausted and furious, "If you interrupt my sleep one more time, I swear I will cut off a rather important part of your anatomy."

Sirius laughed and stood up. He flicked the kettle on and waited for it to boil. Rain poured down outside, creating falling shadows on Sirius near the window.

Now he wasn't being observed like some exotic creature, Remus finished his food ravenously. When he was done, ignoring the temptation to lick his plate, he asked, "He interrupted your sleep?"

James opened his mouth to reply, but before he managed to choke out anything more than a 'yes', a boiling hot cup of coffee was thrust into his palm.

Sirius spoke quickly, "I had a nightmare and needed my big, strong Prongs to save me."

James narrowed his eyes at Sirius. Sirius looked back at him with a weird look on his face, it was gone before Remus could identify it. Remus drew his brows together in confusion and James looked half as confused as he did. Remus had the distinct impression he was missing something.

Finally, James just shook his head and tapped his coffee mug, "Keep 'em coming."

Sirius smiled at Remus, and sat down. Sirius was acting weird. First he didn't sleep all night, then he cooked, stared at Remus intently, and now shared random looks with James. Remus watched him, and sipped his tea. He sighed to himself, maybe things were weird between them after being trapped in that room, after all.

"What's the plan?" Peter asked, walking into the kitchen and stealing a sausage from James's plate.

"Sleep." James said, oblivious to the stolen food.

Peter sat down, and frowned at James, "You say that everyday."

"You say what's the plan everyday." James countered.

"Ladies, ladies, no bickering. We'll be trashing Grimmauld Place some more. We have an antiques room." Sirius waggled his eyebrows and then added, "I'm sure we could make use of the incendio spell."

"No, no fires, Sirius." Remus scolded. Sirius frowned at him.


There had been fires. Remus had had to push his tingling muscles hard and be an unpaid fire-fighter all day. He was almost glad when James and Peter went to bed at an appropriate hour. Almost glad because Sirius, despite not having slept last night, was still brimming with energy, and it fell to Remus to look after him.

Sirius threw an exploding charm at the cabinet holding a few Slytherin Quidditch medals his relatives had won.

Remus had to create a shield in front of them before they were both impaled. Sirius laughed behind him and Remus had to admit it was pretty funny. Sirius wasn't even drunk but he was exploding everything in the room like he was. He had no control, like a toddler in a toy shop, he was beaming with excitement. Remus liked the look on him.

Sirius looked around the room and saw he'd destroyed every last trophy in the trophy room. Just like he'd destroyed every last antique in the antique room. He frowned and then smiled, "There's still Regulus's room."

Remus laughed, "No, Sirius, you should definitely sleep."

"I'm not tired." Sirius shrugged.

"You should be though. Come on." Remus took Sirius's hand and lead him from the room. Sirius's hand was warm and soft, in stark comparison to Remus's rough, cold hands. Sirius didn't seem to mind and Remus was sure he felt his thumb run fondly along his skin, only for a second.

"Moonbeam, are you taking me to bed?"

I wish.

Remus smiled, a slight heat growing in his cheeks, "You know, I don't think I'm your type."

"Maybe you're exactly my type." Sirius countered.

"Maybe you're sleep deprived."

"Maybe." Sirius agreed.

Remus stopped on the second floor hallway, near Sirius's bedroom. He didn't want to let go of Sirius's hand. He did anyway. He was sure a flash of disappointment ran along Sirius's face, but it was gone before he could acknowledge it properly.

"Night, Moonbeam." Sirius grinned.

"Night, Snuffles."

"Don't call me that!" Sirius ordered.

"Don't call me Moonbeam then."

"But you are a moonbeam."

"And you're such a Snuffles. Goodnight, Sirius." Remus spun on his heels and walked down the stairs. He wanted to leave before he glimpsed Sirius's room, it would only fuel his dreams.

He pressed his ear to James's door and heard his snoring. Two down. He did the same to Peter's door and heard him shuffle in bed. Three down. All of them were asleep, he could sleep now without fear of Animal Wars Round Three stealing Sirius's much needed sleep.

Remus shook out of his t-shirt and his pants. He was too tired to change into his pyjamas. He should have gone to bed with James and Peter, but he'd wanted to watch Sirius explode things some more. The full moon was closer now, and he was dreading this Friday. Even Sirius in drawstring pants couldn't save him, although it did help.

Remus had only just blown out the candle when someone knocked on his door. Remus lay on the couch and pulled his blanket up to his chin, "Go to bed, Snuffles."

"How did you know it was me?" Sirius asked, poking his head around the door.

"Who else would be up and knocking on my door in the middle of the night?" Remus said.

"Good point." Sirius said.

He shut the door behind him and cast a ball of fire at the sconce. The room lit up with a golden glow. Sirius sat on Remus's legs and Remus glared at him. He shuffled annoyingly, digging into Remus's shins and finally stilled, "So what's up?"

"Why aren't you in bed?" Remus asked, arching one eyebrow.

"Why aren't you in bed?" Sirius shot back.

"I am."

"Got an answer for everything, haven't you?" Sirius asked with a sigh.

"Sirius, stop being cocky and tell me why you're not in bed."

"I can't sleep without you." Sirius smiled, his teeth glowing in the candlelight.

Remus rolled his eyes and wordlessly threw open the blanket. He knew he shouldn't. His imagination was already bad enough, and what if he dreamt about Sirius with Sirius in his bed and Sirius heard? Oh Merlin, that would be bad.

It was too late though. Sirius was already squashed onto the sofa. Remus would have to grin and bare it. Remus shut his eyes and Sirius flicked his wand at the candle, plunging them into darkness.

Remus was actually incredibly comfortable. He was in his underwear, Sirius was in his drawstring pants, so there were only two very thin layers of clothes between them. Sirius was like a space heater under the blanket, and Remus had his icy toes pressed against his skin. Sirius didn't mind, it seemed.

Remus turned so his back was to Sirius, and Sirius turned with him. Remus clenched his teeth. The word torture floated into his mind again. He was curved next to Sirius, fitting against him perfectly, chest to back. It was never normally this intimate when they shared in Hogwarts, mostly because the beds were much larger than the Blacks's tiny couches.

Remus shut his eyes and willed sleep to come. He could feel Sirius's breath on his shoulder. Remus should have expected it, he knew Sirius well and they'd shared a bed many times, but he still tensed when Sirius's arms snaked around his stomach, pulling him closer. Remus smiled to himself.

For someone who acted so cool, Sirius really was a cuddle whore.

Sirius Black: friend, prankster, dog, family disappointment, snuggler.

Remus let out a quiet laugh and Sirius sighed next to him. Remus liked to cuddle Sirius too, he had to admit he never had a better night's sleep than he did when Sirius was next to him. He could feel Sirius's heartbeat through his skin, and his chest rising and falling gently. Despite how close a certain part of Sirius was to him, Remus felt incredibly relaxed.

He was so close to sleep.

"Moonbeam?" Sirius whispered, his breath sending shivers down Remus's spine. Remus hummed in response, too sleepy to speak. Sirius didn't say anything. Remus tensed up when his lips met his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Remus asked, suddenly awake. His body was on fire, or made of fire, he couldn't tell. It was hot and Sirius was hotter. His right hand ran along Remus's stomach and he kissed his shoulder again. Remus almost choked, his mouth had gone so dry, "Sirius?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm kissing your shoulder."

"I know, but-"

"Then why did you ask?" Sirius whispered. His breath ghosted across his skin, and his lips followed the trail. His lips found the space beneath his ear, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No." Remus exhaled. He sounded needy. He felt needy.

Sirius's lips found the corner of Remus's jaw, he was leaning over Remus now, and Remus was still half convinced he'd drifted into a dream. Only, his dreams were never as vivid as this. Sirius's lip were never as soft and his hands were never as hot. This wasn't a dream. This was definitely reality. Sirius's hand reached out and turned Remus's head to face him.

Remus rolled onto his back, and looked at Sirius. His eyes had adjusted slightly to the dark, but the majority of Sirius's face was still shadowed. He looked beautiful though, he always would. Sirius leaned down and almost touched Remus's lips. Remus wanted to close the gap, he wanted to lean up and pull Sirius between his legs.

Sirius halted him before he could though. "Tell me you want it." He breathed.

"Why?"

"Tell me." Sirius repeated. Remus could see his eyes now, and they sparkled with mischief.

"I want you so badly." Remus whispered, Sirius kissed the corner of his mouth in reward, "I want you more than I want anything else." Remus admitted, "I want you with every part of me, I want to pull your pants off with my teeth."

"Remus Lupin, you have a filthy mouth." Sirius whispered, his mouth was curved into a smile when it was pressed against his jaw, "Keep going."

Remus was out of breath as Sirius found his way on top of him. Remus had his legs open and Sirius fit in perfectly, trailing gentle kisses down his neck. Remus's body was frozen, but his mouth wasn't.

"I want to taste your skin." Remus breathed and Sirius hummed against his neck, "I want to rough my hands through your hair. I need your hands on me, and your lips."

Sirius obliged, moving one hand up Remus's chest, and the other down behind him. Remus let out a sigh and Sirius's lips paused on his collar bones. He moved back up, and Remus hooked one leg around him, keeping him in place.

Sirius laughed breathily, and moved his lips to Remus's. He stopped, again, before they touched. Remus wanted to grunt in frustration, he needed to kiss him.

"How long?" Sirius asked, bracing his arms on either side of Remus.

"How long what?"

"How long have you wanted this?"

"Longer than you could imagine." Remus admitted.

Sirius dipped his head and stopped again, barely a breath away. Remus licked his lips, and moved his head, but Sirius pulled away out of reach. Remus groaned in defeat and lay back down. Another infuriating smirk tugged at Sirius's lips, "So impatient."

"Kiss me before I get bored of you." Remus ordered.

"Ha! You could never get bored of me!" Sirius grinned and finally, finally, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Remus's.

It was soft and tender and Remus's hands flew up and ran through Sirius's hair. Sirius's lips were perfect, like the rest of him. One hand ran down Remus's cheek softly, down his neck, his shoulder, and underneath him, pulling him closer. Remus pulled Sirius down on himself harder. Sirius pressed firmly against him, his hips moving gently in time with Remus's.