Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. I want for a moment to get particular here, though-
'wolf dream' is a fabulous picture I saw on someone's HP website, as well as something else
they mentioned there which I can't remember!;( If anyone knows the website address, let me
know, as I've lost it;( I hope they don't mind me using the words 'wolf dream', but they
were just too inspirational to pass up!
Oh, and the title comes from a song by Savage Garden-which I don't own;)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sirius/Remus so that means SLASH people! M/M, yaoi! Be warned!
Archive: Sure! Just let me know where.
Summary: Ever have a dream from which you just don't want to wake?
Kiss Good Bye To Reason
A wolf dream. Hm. A dream where my pads hitting the ground in a land eating run and the equally rhythmatic thud of my heart are the only sounds the world offers.
Where...I don't see him until I come to the next rise of ground, slightly more built than the rest so that I am able to look down and clearly spot his shadowed form. Waiting. Waiting for my wolf.
I trot down to him and he gives two quick, thick whacks of his tail; back and then forth. And a bark, just one, to show his interest. He half turns, looks back at me and I can almost see the dog form of an eyebrow waggle.
My lips come back and I bound away with him, yapping and yowling as we duck and nip and play-fight until we're both too tired to even consider doing anything more for a while. So we sit. His big, black furred self beside my, equal, if slightly less built up wolf one.
I wonder if he'll remember this tomorrow, when we're all just back to ourselves again and the simplistic nature of play can have a nasty effect of seeming to be innuendo? I never, or barely, remember. But he chooses all this-it is always his choice to run as dog with wolf, and though it is mine to run with him, it's never been mine to run as wolf.
So maybe...maybe...he'll remember?
He yaps two loud barks and I feel his whip of a tail whacking the ground and my rump. I give him a look, and I feel for a singular moment very much human.
And he joyfully bangs his tail about some more, leaning his muzzle over and licking my chin.
Stupid dog, I think fondly, doesn't he know it would be just as welcomed if he did this when we were both humans again?
Maybe he does know...maybe that's exactly why he doesn't. He is one of the bravest people that I know, but maybe the problem is that he is, after all, human.
Humans...Far too logical, the wolf thinks.
We're tumbling now, I've pounced at him and we go lightly rolling down the hill, coming to a grassy conclusion at it's end.
But we're both humans now. And both, realizing we have no fur left to shelter us, hide in each other.
He's looking down at me, his hairs a horrible tangle of grass stems and burs, and he looks really, truly, wild.
I doubt I could look much different. The lighting is dim, but the full moon provides enough to see outlines and vague colorations by.
He smells of dirt, clean and fresh, and of wind whipped leaves. He bends his mouth to me and kisses my closed lips, nudging them open beneath his.
He tastes like himself-like I've always known he would taste-like Sirius.
His tongue and mine, my lips and his, slick and wet and brushing and touching just as they do when we're our other halves. Except now, we have a human longing that takes up its part, also.
"Remus..." He gasps, my name coming on a steep, quick inhale.
He's so pale in the moonlight...
"You're so pale in this light..." He tells me, "Moony..."
"Padfoot..."
I arch to touch my chest to his and his eyes close, and he comes back down with me, and we rest without inhibitions with one another. There is no concern that he is nude and atop me or that I am the same beneath him. He is my only blanket.
I nip his neck, and kiss a road up to his lips, with languid strokes along his back my hand moves, and my mouth opens to him, fully. For him.
Ah, I want him. And I need him. Companion in this and everything...lover and love. I kiss him in my human state, I kiss good bye to logic, kiss good bye to reason.
And, best of all, he kisses back.
"MOONY!!!"
"Wha...ergm....Sirius, get off the bed and quit waking me up." Yawning. "I was having such a pleasant dream..."
"What about?" Grinning.
"When's the moon full again?"
"27th, in two days, it peaks at 11 o'clock." Reciting, he knows it so well.
"Padfoot..." Lovingly, adoringly, "I'll tell you the dream then."
I didn't know then if he'd find a wolf dream interesting...
...But, turns out, dogs have dreams, too.
A/N: Chapter 1/? Sequel, anyone? I can't decide. Please review! You've got half the 'r' of
R/R, get the other half and become a R/R Master!;D
'wolf dream' is a fabulous picture I saw on someone's HP website, as well as something else
they mentioned there which I can't remember!;( If anyone knows the website address, let me
know, as I've lost it;( I hope they don't mind me using the words 'wolf dream', but they
were just too inspirational to pass up!
Oh, and the title comes from a song by Savage Garden-which I don't own;)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sirius/Remus so that means SLASH people! M/M, yaoi! Be warned!
Archive: Sure! Just let me know where.
Summary: Ever have a dream from which you just don't want to wake?
Kiss Good Bye To Reason
A wolf dream. Hm. A dream where my pads hitting the ground in a land eating run and the equally rhythmatic thud of my heart are the only sounds the world offers.
Where...I don't see him until I come to the next rise of ground, slightly more built than the rest so that I am able to look down and clearly spot his shadowed form. Waiting. Waiting for my wolf.
I trot down to him and he gives two quick, thick whacks of his tail; back and then forth. And a bark, just one, to show his interest. He half turns, looks back at me and I can almost see the dog form of an eyebrow waggle.
My lips come back and I bound away with him, yapping and yowling as we duck and nip and play-fight until we're both too tired to even consider doing anything more for a while. So we sit. His big, black furred self beside my, equal, if slightly less built up wolf one.
I wonder if he'll remember this tomorrow, when we're all just back to ourselves again and the simplistic nature of play can have a nasty effect of seeming to be innuendo? I never, or barely, remember. But he chooses all this-it is always his choice to run as dog with wolf, and though it is mine to run with him, it's never been mine to run as wolf.
So maybe...maybe...he'll remember?
He yaps two loud barks and I feel his whip of a tail whacking the ground and my rump. I give him a look, and I feel for a singular moment very much human.
And he joyfully bangs his tail about some more, leaning his muzzle over and licking my chin.
Stupid dog, I think fondly, doesn't he know it would be just as welcomed if he did this when we were both humans again?
Maybe he does know...maybe that's exactly why he doesn't. He is one of the bravest people that I know, but maybe the problem is that he is, after all, human.
Humans...Far too logical, the wolf thinks.
We're tumbling now, I've pounced at him and we go lightly rolling down the hill, coming to a grassy conclusion at it's end.
But we're both humans now. And both, realizing we have no fur left to shelter us, hide in each other.
He's looking down at me, his hairs a horrible tangle of grass stems and burs, and he looks really, truly, wild.
I doubt I could look much different. The lighting is dim, but the full moon provides enough to see outlines and vague colorations by.
He smells of dirt, clean and fresh, and of wind whipped leaves. He bends his mouth to me and kisses my closed lips, nudging them open beneath his.
He tastes like himself-like I've always known he would taste-like Sirius.
His tongue and mine, my lips and his, slick and wet and brushing and touching just as they do when we're our other halves. Except now, we have a human longing that takes up its part, also.
"Remus..." He gasps, my name coming on a steep, quick inhale.
He's so pale in the moonlight...
"You're so pale in this light..." He tells me, "Moony..."
"Padfoot..."
I arch to touch my chest to his and his eyes close, and he comes back down with me, and we rest without inhibitions with one another. There is no concern that he is nude and atop me or that I am the same beneath him. He is my only blanket.
I nip his neck, and kiss a road up to his lips, with languid strokes along his back my hand moves, and my mouth opens to him, fully. For him.
Ah, I want him. And I need him. Companion in this and everything...lover and love. I kiss him in my human state, I kiss good bye to logic, kiss good bye to reason.
And, best of all, he kisses back.
"MOONY!!!"
"Wha...ergm....Sirius, get off the bed and quit waking me up." Yawning. "I was having such a pleasant dream..."
"What about?" Grinning.
"When's the moon full again?"
"27th, in two days, it peaks at 11 o'clock." Reciting, he knows it so well.
"Padfoot..." Lovingly, adoringly, "I'll tell you the dream then."
I didn't know then if he'd find a wolf dream interesting...
...But, turns out, dogs have dreams, too.
A/N: Chapter 1/? Sequel, anyone? I can't decide. Please review! You've got half the 'r' of
R/R, get the other half and become a R/R Master!;D