Definition Of A Wolf
Part Four
This chapter is set during morning break. Very short. Enjoy.
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Remus pushed open the door of the room Sirius stayed in while at Hogwarts. The lights were off and the curtains pulled shut. Sirius hadn't slept that night, he would be tired. Nevertheless, Remus padded silently into the room.
Sirius was lying on the bed with his eyes shut. Remus paused to take in his lithe form. Sirius had gained weight since his escape from Azkaban, and it suited him. His arms and shoulders were far more muscular than they had been mere months ago, and his face had filled up so he no longer looked like he had no flesh there and the skin had simply been painted on over the bone. In fact, Sirius was looking more like his old, pre-Azkaban self. Remus felt his heart race. Sirius' breathing was regular. Was he asleep?
The werewolf approached silently and sat down on the side of the bed. Sirius' eyes flickered. Remus spread himself out a bit, almost lying down beside Sirius.
"Moony," the dark-haired man murmured. "I'm glad it's you." He opened his eyes sleepily, and gazed up at the werewolf. "I want to keep you near me. You're not safe."
"I've never felt safer," said Remus, resting his head on Sirius' chest. It was an innocent enough gesture, he thought.
"I miss you when I go away," said Sirius, shutting his eyes again. "I'd kill myself if you got hurt."
"I won't get hurt. Because you'll protect me. My brave guard dog."
Sirius smiled, and Remus' heart leaped. His breath caught in his throat. Various other clichés happened to his body, and he reached out a had to touch Sirius' lower lip. Sirius opened an eye, smiled and closed it again. Remus stared at him. What was he playing at? Did he feel the same way, or was he simply too tired to protest? Did he even realise what Remus was doing? There was only one way to find out.
In one fluid movement, Remus slid on top of Sirius, placing his hands on the pillow on either side of his friend's head. Sirius' eyes snapped open. His expression was unreadable. Remus gazed deeply into his face, their eyes locked together. Sirius' hands moved until they rested lightly on Remus' back, and neither of them said a word for a very long time.
"I missed you more," Remus murmured after a while.
There was a pause before Sirius rose to the challenge.
"No," he whispered, "*I* missed *you* more."
Sirius' fingers slid down Remus' back, tugging at his clothing until the werewolf's scarred flesh was revealed. Remus shut his eye as Sirius' fingers trailed up his back again, this time underneath his shirt.
Remus began to lean slowly forwards. He could feel Sirius' warm breath on his face. He wanted to close the gap between them, but something held him back. His late wife's face flickered before his eyes. She didn't look angry or upset. In fact, he didn't have much of an expression at all. She was just there, looking at him. And he stared back, him crouched over Sirius Black, almost straddling the un-protesting ex-convict. Guilt gripped him. There was a brief struggle between the guilt and the lust before Remus was able to shrug away the image of her face. He opened his eyes.
Sirius looked concerned. "Are you okay, Moony?" he whispered.
"I'm fine, Padfoot. Never been better."
"Me neither." A cheeky grin touched Sirius' lips. "You're beautiful in the dark."
"Git," laughed Remus, poking Sirius on the nose.
The dark man redeemed himself: "Of course, you're more beautiful in the daylight . . ."
Remus felt himself flush. He knew his cheeks were red. A coy smile flickered across his lips, then he realised that in actual fact he was the one on top. He shut his eyes and leaned forwards. Sirius' eyes closed too, and his head tilted up. Their lips had barely brushed when the door was thrown open and a tall figure rushed in.
Sirius sat up sharply, and Remus leaped off the bed, but it was too late. The figure was Ron Weasley, best friend of Sirius' Godson, Harry Potter, and he had seen everything.
"Um," said Ron, backing away. "Um, I, er . . ."
"Spit it out," said Sirius, his voice hoarse.
Ron gulped, looked once at Remus, then muttered, "Dumbledore wants to see you both. Right away." Then he fled.
Sirius and Remus exchanged a long look. Without another word, the werewolf left, heading for Dumbledore's office alone.
To Be Continued . . .
A/N: Padfootwolfboy! Calm yourself! Let the force guide you . . . damage not your computer desk . . . and resist sanity! Yus! Oh, you said "Not to adult-ish. I'm not sure if you meant that you don't think it's adult-ish so far, or if you don't want it too adult-ish . . .well, it won't be bad, anyway . . .
Dace: Bwuhuhuhuhu!! Evil Dumbledore and now evil Ron!! **Sniggers**
Anywhoops . . .To Be Continued . . . oh, I said that . . .
Part Four
This chapter is set during morning break. Very short. Enjoy.
***
Remus pushed open the door of the room Sirius stayed in while at Hogwarts. The lights were off and the curtains pulled shut. Sirius hadn't slept that night, he would be tired. Nevertheless, Remus padded silently into the room.
Sirius was lying on the bed with his eyes shut. Remus paused to take in his lithe form. Sirius had gained weight since his escape from Azkaban, and it suited him. His arms and shoulders were far more muscular than they had been mere months ago, and his face had filled up so he no longer looked like he had no flesh there and the skin had simply been painted on over the bone. In fact, Sirius was looking more like his old, pre-Azkaban self. Remus felt his heart race. Sirius' breathing was regular. Was he asleep?
The werewolf approached silently and sat down on the side of the bed. Sirius' eyes flickered. Remus spread himself out a bit, almost lying down beside Sirius.
"Moony," the dark-haired man murmured. "I'm glad it's you." He opened his eyes sleepily, and gazed up at the werewolf. "I want to keep you near me. You're not safe."
"I've never felt safer," said Remus, resting his head on Sirius' chest. It was an innocent enough gesture, he thought.
"I miss you when I go away," said Sirius, shutting his eyes again. "I'd kill myself if you got hurt."
"I won't get hurt. Because you'll protect me. My brave guard dog."
Sirius smiled, and Remus' heart leaped. His breath caught in his throat. Various other clichés happened to his body, and he reached out a had to touch Sirius' lower lip. Sirius opened an eye, smiled and closed it again. Remus stared at him. What was he playing at? Did he feel the same way, or was he simply too tired to protest? Did he even realise what Remus was doing? There was only one way to find out.
In one fluid movement, Remus slid on top of Sirius, placing his hands on the pillow on either side of his friend's head. Sirius' eyes snapped open. His expression was unreadable. Remus gazed deeply into his face, their eyes locked together. Sirius' hands moved until they rested lightly on Remus' back, and neither of them said a word for a very long time.
"I missed you more," Remus murmured after a while.
There was a pause before Sirius rose to the challenge.
"No," he whispered, "*I* missed *you* more."
Sirius' fingers slid down Remus' back, tugging at his clothing until the werewolf's scarred flesh was revealed. Remus shut his eye as Sirius' fingers trailed up his back again, this time underneath his shirt.
Remus began to lean slowly forwards. He could feel Sirius' warm breath on his face. He wanted to close the gap between them, but something held him back. His late wife's face flickered before his eyes. She didn't look angry or upset. In fact, he didn't have much of an expression at all. She was just there, looking at him. And he stared back, him crouched over Sirius Black, almost straddling the un-protesting ex-convict. Guilt gripped him. There was a brief struggle between the guilt and the lust before Remus was able to shrug away the image of her face. He opened his eyes.
Sirius looked concerned. "Are you okay, Moony?" he whispered.
"I'm fine, Padfoot. Never been better."
"Me neither." A cheeky grin touched Sirius' lips. "You're beautiful in the dark."
"Git," laughed Remus, poking Sirius on the nose.
The dark man redeemed himself: "Of course, you're more beautiful in the daylight . . ."
Remus felt himself flush. He knew his cheeks were red. A coy smile flickered across his lips, then he realised that in actual fact he was the one on top. He shut his eyes and leaned forwards. Sirius' eyes closed too, and his head tilted up. Their lips had barely brushed when the door was thrown open and a tall figure rushed in.
Sirius sat up sharply, and Remus leaped off the bed, but it was too late. The figure was Ron Weasley, best friend of Sirius' Godson, Harry Potter, and he had seen everything.
"Um," said Ron, backing away. "Um, I, er . . ."
"Spit it out," said Sirius, his voice hoarse.
Ron gulped, looked once at Remus, then muttered, "Dumbledore wants to see you both. Right away." Then he fled.
Sirius and Remus exchanged a long look. Without another word, the werewolf left, heading for Dumbledore's office alone.
To Be Continued . . .
A/N: Padfootwolfboy! Calm yourself! Let the force guide you . . . damage not your computer desk . . . and resist sanity! Yus! Oh, you said "Not to adult-ish. I'm not sure if you meant that you don't think it's adult-ish so far, or if you don't want it too adult-ish . . .well, it won't be bad, anyway . . .
Dace: Bwuhuhuhuhu!! Evil Dumbledore and now evil Ron!! **Sniggers**
Anywhoops . . .To Be Continued . . . oh, I said that . . .
