Dawn broke over the roaring white hills of Scotland. A lone cottage sat on the snow-covered grass near a large almost frozen river.
Sirius Black stood by the window in the small cottage, a cup of coffee in his hand. The curly haired man had woken before his husband surprising himself. James had always woken first, even when they were in school. The messy haired man was known for holding Quidditch practises before dawn.
It had been 5 years since Harry had killed Voldemort in the final battle for Hogwarts. Their little boy was suddenly no longer a little boy, he was a man. A man that had just saved them all from a mad man. About a month after the fall of the Dark, Sirius Black was spat back out of the veil surprising everyone. Sirius was saddened to learn of Remus' death but had taken to Teddy and was happy to spend him with him, giving Andromeda a break every now and then. Several months later during an inventory of dark objects, Harry was extremely surprised to discover his father James, who he had thought to be dead, locked up in the Gaunt mansion. The man was severely malnourished and pale after spending almost 20 years in a dungeon with barely any food and zero sunlight.
Sirius spent months along with Harry at James bedside in St Mungos. The man was very lucky to be alive. Harry and Sirius shed many tears together at what the man must have gone through. Trapped in the dark for over 15 years with only the odd house elf for company. Understandably the man had stopped talking; it took a while for his voice to come back after not being used for so long.
Months of care and therapy had James back on his feet and smiling, albeit smally. James moved in with Harry and Sirius into Grimmauld place for a while until Ginny moved in, then James and Sirius both decided to go to one of the other Potter or Black properties. The remaining members of the Marauders moved into a cottage in the hills of Scotland, secluded from other human life. The two men needed time alone; something they never really got living with their son/godson.
To say that Harry was stunned to discover that his father and godfather had been harbouring feelings for each other since they were in school, was an understatement. Although he was glad when James assured him, he did love Lily, he would not have married her otherwise and while he never cheated with Sirius during his relationship with Lily, he always felt that Sirius was his forever but could never have him.
Sirius sighed happily leaning into the strong arms that wrapped around his waist from behind.
"You're up early," James hummed burrowing his face into Sirius neck breathing in his scent, "Must be a Yule miracle,"
"Must have tired you out last night," Sirius smirked cockily, turning slightly to kiss his husband of 2 years.
"Well, you were kinda insatiable," James returned the smirk, his grip tightening on the curly haired man.
"It was our anniversary," Sirius defended his stamina for the night before, "And I didn't hear you complaining," he felt James' hands drift down towards his arse and back up to his hips.
"Complaining? Who in their right mind would complain about having the man they love riding him for hours into the night?"
"I love you too," Sirius leaned in to press a fleeting kiss to James' lips before pulling away, sitting his empty cup on the windowsill, and sauntering towards the bedroom.
He paused in the door and turned to face his husband who had not yet moved,
"How about we switch positions, and you ride me this time?" he smirked and undid his robe, letting it fall to the ground revealing his nude body that had James' mouth run dry.
Sirius laughed as James all but ran at him, tackling him to the bed, closing the door behind them with a wave of his hand.