A/N: This is chapter number two...I hope you all enjoy! And please do review!;)
Rating: PG-13 overall chapters, at least I'm pretty sure it will be;)
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me...*wistful look*...but this basic plot, and the words arranged as they are, are mine.
*says in wistful tone*
Warning!: Though I'm sure you've seen it before, here it is again, like a classic book it just never goes out of style; this is SLASH, YAOI, M/M, actually it's Remus/Sirius but in a very mild way. You've been warned.
Summary: Ever wonder what your dog dreams? Well, I can't tell you that, but I can tell you what Padfoot does.
Kiss Good Bye To Reason
Chapter Two: Dog Dreams
Silence. Or wow, those are two of about the only definitions I can think up to...well, define what I just dreamt.
People think I'm just one of those guys who likes to sleep, but with dreams like these, who on earth would want to do anything else?
I lick my lips in preparation for the recount of my tale and stare up through the dark to where I can just make out the vague silhouette of the canopy. I'm lying in my bed.
Alright so...alright.
I close my eyes, and fall back into my dream-this time awake.
The house is very quiet, very still, there's the soft tock-tick of a clock that sits above the mantel piece, and it tells me it's well past midnight.
I head towards the kitchen, wiping the hair back from my eyes and shuffling my feet sleepily. Yeah, I'm sleepy, I think I just woke up, but I just wouldn't be me if I weren't hungry. I mean, I *am* a growing boy, after all.
I open the old-it's rounded like they used to be, so it looks old to me-fridge and take out a glass bottle of milk. The cap takes a few tries to get off, and in my dreamy mind I think about collecting the top for some reason that only makes sense in dreams, I open a draw in the counter and put it inside.
And then the dream gets...better. Not so boring as drinking some milk-even if it was straight out of the carton.
A deep sound, a howling hits my ears and dances far inside them; ringing, lulling me with it's hurt, its quiet pain. It's so silent it sings, so loud that it's mute.
I lose the milk; it's simply gone now and I head to the door, opening it wide.
Out side, just on the lawn, just passed the straining kitchen light sits a shape. It's slightly hunched and when it sees me it cocks its head, like it was expecting someone else.
I cock mine, too and we stare at each other for a moment. Then it stands, turns, looks back, and I see it's eyes clearly-they say 'run with me'.
I put my hands out to my sides and step toward him.
"I can't, Moony. I'm not Padfoot tonight."
He whines slightly, and in no more then three quick strides is beside me on the porch. He gently, carefully as though he's afraid I might be made of old parchment, places his lips, his teeth around my wrist and pulls. Softly.
My mouth falls open and I watch him.
"I want to go with you..." I say.
His eyes smile, or maybe my lips do.
So he begins to lead me away, first pulling me by my wrist and then by the invisible thread that seems to hold the two of us together. Across the lawn and deep into the woods beyond it, he's running faster than I've seen him run before, but for some reason I'm able to keep up with him-trailing along with clumsy boy-feet just slightly behind him.
To my left there's just an endless pitch of black woods, it seems to go on into darkness itself, I can only hear the stirring of other animals, I don't have a hope in heck of seeing them.
And to my right I hear magnified the silent lapping of a long lake, one which reflects the moon overhead in perfect mimicry.
I lose sight of my running mate for a brief, frantic second, and when I find him again he is standing at the top of a tiny bluff over looking a gully.
More importantly, rising just along the middle of the bluff is the moon, she's full and satiated seeming as she watches us with refulgent eyes.
I stare at her, totally lost-she's larger than she should be, unnaturally large, and when I look back down, he's not Moony anymore.
He's still golden, his belly is still pale, and his eyes still smile at me, but he's so, so much more beautiful as Remus.
Remus begins to walk toward me, he's not wearing anything-fur, clothing, nothing, but he doesn't seem to notice.
And I most certainly don't object.
"Isn't it wonderful? Oh, Sirius...I wanted to show this to you for so long...it's me! This moon, with me beneath it! That's me, human and moon..." He says coming close to me.
"Remus..."
He smiles at me.
"Why...haven't you showed this to me when we're both awake?"
"I didn't think you'd want to see." He sounds almost shy.
"Remus..." His name comes on a steep inhale.
"Sirius. Do you want...?"
"Can I stay...?" We both ask.
He smiles again, a smile I've never seen from him-a deep smile like the cooling earth fifty feet beneath us, a light one like that which the moon is casting, a happy one, that expresses everything I feel.
Remus....he's silhouetted with the large moon behind him and it's so perfect it hurts.
And then I started to feel myself slipping from the dream, it got a little blurrier after that... But I do remember stepping forward, and meeting Remus halfway. I remember what his face felt like when I put my hand to his cheek, cold and smooth, and I remember what he tasted like.
I went to sleep without an ounce of a clue what it was like to kiss Remus Lupin, and I woke up knowing he tasted like *Remus*, knowing nothing would ever taste as sweet or as good to me again.
I open my eyes to the still darkness of my bed. Yeah, dark now but not for long!
There was the tiniest of loud clatters as Sirius Black leapt up from his bed into the bright white of morning. It was a clouded day and it looked cool outside, a faint wind leading the long grasses of the grounds in elegant little dances.
Sirius, after his morning ritual of dashing about getting books and clothing together in a haphazard jumble, sat on the edge of his bed and faced Remus'. His friends curtains were closed still, and he wonder briefly what he was dreaming about. Was it anything like what he'd dreamt?
\Don't be a git, Black. He wouldn't dream about you./
Sirius was glad that Remus was still asleep, even for all that he wanted to know what the other boy was dreaming. It gave him time to collect himself, he didn't fancy going around all day frightening the daylights out of Remus by drooling about after him.
Sirius took a deep breath and let it out slowly; time for overcompensation. He'd be more Sirius than he'd ever been, and then no one, not Remus, not James, would be the wiser to what he dreamt, or any of he thoughts that followed it.
Another deep breath, but with a different purpose this time, preluded the shout;
"MOONY!!!"
Sirius took the cheeriest leap he could and landed squarely on the side of Remus' bed. The curtains flew open and he stared down at the blinking eyes of Remus. \Oh, damn. This won't be easy./
"Wha...ergm....Sirius, get off the bed and quit waking me up." Remus said finally, over a yawn, "I was having such a pleasant dream..."
Sirius felt his heart stop for a moment, this all seemed too much of a coincidence, "What about?" he said, trying his best to grin.
Remus looked up at him thoughtfully for a moment, as if weighing some great set of options in his mind.
"When's the moon full again?"
"27th, in two days, it peaks at 11 o'clock." Sirius answered without a moments hesitation.
"Padfoot..." Remus said and his words felt almost tangible, and almost, though Sirius knew it was just wishful thinking, loving, "I'll tell you the dream then."
"Alright, Moony..." Sirius said, swallowing.
He perched on the side of Remus' bed for some moments, looking down at him. And Remus looked back up with, if not understanding, than the look someone gets when they're the only other person who knows a very great secret.
Sirius didn't know it then, but he wore the same look Remus did, and, though he didn't know it then, Remus thought it looked just as mesmerizing on Sirius, as Sirius thought it looked on him.
Sirius' face bloomed into a wide, real, grin. He was looking forward to the 27th.
It would be a dream come true-literally-to hear what Remus would tell him.
And though Remus didn't know it now, Sirius had decided he wouldn't let his friend be the only one to share his dreams...
The chatter began again between them, almost nervous at first, and then falling into old habit and ease as they both got ready for the day.
Both unbeknownst to each other, thinking about the night....
... but, with dreams like these, why on earth would Sirius do anything else?
A/N2: Chapter 2/3? I hope you enjoyed it. I wonder what'll happen when Remus tells Sirius his dream?! Will Sirius really be able to tell Remus how he feels?! Stay Tuned. And Please! R/R? You've already read, that's 50%! You wouldn't wanna watch just HALF a movie would you? Review and it'll be 100%!
Rating: PG-13 overall chapters, at least I'm pretty sure it will be;)
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me...*wistful look*...but this basic plot, and the words arranged as they are, are mine.
*says in wistful tone*
Warning!: Though I'm sure you've seen it before, here it is again, like a classic book it just never goes out of style; this is SLASH, YAOI, M/M, actually it's Remus/Sirius but in a very mild way. You've been warned.
Summary: Ever wonder what your dog dreams? Well, I can't tell you that, but I can tell you what Padfoot does.
Kiss Good Bye To Reason
Chapter Two: Dog Dreams
Silence. Or wow, those are two of about the only definitions I can think up to...well, define what I just dreamt.
People think I'm just one of those guys who likes to sleep, but with dreams like these, who on earth would want to do anything else?
I lick my lips in preparation for the recount of my tale and stare up through the dark to where I can just make out the vague silhouette of the canopy. I'm lying in my bed.
Alright so...alright.
I close my eyes, and fall back into my dream-this time awake.
The house is very quiet, very still, there's the soft tock-tick of a clock that sits above the mantel piece, and it tells me it's well past midnight.
I head towards the kitchen, wiping the hair back from my eyes and shuffling my feet sleepily. Yeah, I'm sleepy, I think I just woke up, but I just wouldn't be me if I weren't hungry. I mean, I *am* a growing boy, after all.
I open the old-it's rounded like they used to be, so it looks old to me-fridge and take out a glass bottle of milk. The cap takes a few tries to get off, and in my dreamy mind I think about collecting the top for some reason that only makes sense in dreams, I open a draw in the counter and put it inside.
And then the dream gets...better. Not so boring as drinking some milk-even if it was straight out of the carton.
A deep sound, a howling hits my ears and dances far inside them; ringing, lulling me with it's hurt, its quiet pain. It's so silent it sings, so loud that it's mute.
I lose the milk; it's simply gone now and I head to the door, opening it wide.
Out side, just on the lawn, just passed the straining kitchen light sits a shape. It's slightly hunched and when it sees me it cocks its head, like it was expecting someone else.
I cock mine, too and we stare at each other for a moment. Then it stands, turns, looks back, and I see it's eyes clearly-they say 'run with me'.
I put my hands out to my sides and step toward him.
"I can't, Moony. I'm not Padfoot tonight."
He whines slightly, and in no more then three quick strides is beside me on the porch. He gently, carefully as though he's afraid I might be made of old parchment, places his lips, his teeth around my wrist and pulls. Softly.
My mouth falls open and I watch him.
"I want to go with you..." I say.
His eyes smile, or maybe my lips do.
So he begins to lead me away, first pulling me by my wrist and then by the invisible thread that seems to hold the two of us together. Across the lawn and deep into the woods beyond it, he's running faster than I've seen him run before, but for some reason I'm able to keep up with him-trailing along with clumsy boy-feet just slightly behind him.
To my left there's just an endless pitch of black woods, it seems to go on into darkness itself, I can only hear the stirring of other animals, I don't have a hope in heck of seeing them.
And to my right I hear magnified the silent lapping of a long lake, one which reflects the moon overhead in perfect mimicry.
I lose sight of my running mate for a brief, frantic second, and when I find him again he is standing at the top of a tiny bluff over looking a gully.
More importantly, rising just along the middle of the bluff is the moon, she's full and satiated seeming as she watches us with refulgent eyes.
I stare at her, totally lost-she's larger than she should be, unnaturally large, and when I look back down, he's not Moony anymore.
He's still golden, his belly is still pale, and his eyes still smile at me, but he's so, so much more beautiful as Remus.
Remus begins to walk toward me, he's not wearing anything-fur, clothing, nothing, but he doesn't seem to notice.
And I most certainly don't object.
"Isn't it wonderful? Oh, Sirius...I wanted to show this to you for so long...it's me! This moon, with me beneath it! That's me, human and moon..." He says coming close to me.
"Remus..."
He smiles at me.
"Why...haven't you showed this to me when we're both awake?"
"I didn't think you'd want to see." He sounds almost shy.
"Remus..." His name comes on a steep inhale.
"Sirius. Do you want...?"
"Can I stay...?" We both ask.
He smiles again, a smile I've never seen from him-a deep smile like the cooling earth fifty feet beneath us, a light one like that which the moon is casting, a happy one, that expresses everything I feel.
Remus....he's silhouetted with the large moon behind him and it's so perfect it hurts.
And then I started to feel myself slipping from the dream, it got a little blurrier after that... But I do remember stepping forward, and meeting Remus halfway. I remember what his face felt like when I put my hand to his cheek, cold and smooth, and I remember what he tasted like.
I went to sleep without an ounce of a clue what it was like to kiss Remus Lupin, and I woke up knowing he tasted like *Remus*, knowing nothing would ever taste as sweet or as good to me again.
I open my eyes to the still darkness of my bed. Yeah, dark now but not for long!
There was the tiniest of loud clatters as Sirius Black leapt up from his bed into the bright white of morning. It was a clouded day and it looked cool outside, a faint wind leading the long grasses of the grounds in elegant little dances.
Sirius, after his morning ritual of dashing about getting books and clothing together in a haphazard jumble, sat on the edge of his bed and faced Remus'. His friends curtains were closed still, and he wonder briefly what he was dreaming about. Was it anything like what he'd dreamt?
\Don't be a git, Black. He wouldn't dream about you./
Sirius was glad that Remus was still asleep, even for all that he wanted to know what the other boy was dreaming. It gave him time to collect himself, he didn't fancy going around all day frightening the daylights out of Remus by drooling about after him.
Sirius took a deep breath and let it out slowly; time for overcompensation. He'd be more Sirius than he'd ever been, and then no one, not Remus, not James, would be the wiser to what he dreamt, or any of he thoughts that followed it.
Another deep breath, but with a different purpose this time, preluded the shout;
"MOONY!!!"
Sirius took the cheeriest leap he could and landed squarely on the side of Remus' bed. The curtains flew open and he stared down at the blinking eyes of Remus. \Oh, damn. This won't be easy./
"Wha...ergm....Sirius, get off the bed and quit waking me up." Remus said finally, over a yawn, "I was having such a pleasant dream..."
Sirius felt his heart stop for a moment, this all seemed too much of a coincidence, "What about?" he said, trying his best to grin.
Remus looked up at him thoughtfully for a moment, as if weighing some great set of options in his mind.
"When's the moon full again?"
"27th, in two days, it peaks at 11 o'clock." Sirius answered without a moments hesitation.
"Padfoot..." Remus said and his words felt almost tangible, and almost, though Sirius knew it was just wishful thinking, loving, "I'll tell you the dream then."
"Alright, Moony..." Sirius said, swallowing.
He perched on the side of Remus' bed for some moments, looking down at him. And Remus looked back up with, if not understanding, than the look someone gets when they're the only other person who knows a very great secret.
Sirius didn't know it then, but he wore the same look Remus did, and, though he didn't know it then, Remus thought it looked just as mesmerizing on Sirius, as Sirius thought it looked on him.
Sirius' face bloomed into a wide, real, grin. He was looking forward to the 27th.
It would be a dream come true-literally-to hear what Remus would tell him.
And though Remus didn't know it now, Sirius had decided he wouldn't let his friend be the only one to share his dreams...
The chatter began again between them, almost nervous at first, and then falling into old habit and ease as they both got ready for the day.
Both unbeknownst to each other, thinking about the night....
... but, with dreams like these, why on earth would Sirius do anything else?
A/N2: Chapter 2/3? I hope you enjoyed it. I wonder what'll happen when Remus tells Sirius his dream?! Will Sirius really be able to tell Remus how he feels?! Stay Tuned. And Please! R/R? You've already read, that's 50%! You wouldn't wanna watch just HALF a movie would you? Review and it'll be 100%!