This story is slash, and I wrote it for kicks. Reviews not demanded, but
would be nice. Remus and Sirius are not mine, obviously.
~ touch on touch
He remembered.
Skin on skin on touch on touch, closer and closer, breathing in unison.
Now stroking the faded scars.
Each bite a new purity, blood flowing into the faded lines on skin, and one of them had howled in his passion.
It was hard to remember who, actually, they were joined so closely it was impossible to tell, but they were both laughing at what animals they were, as if they could be anything less.
Hand on hand on skin on touch and it occurred to both of them that they were beyond redemption.
He expressed this emotion in his grip, holding on tighter and tighter until his nails drew blood on the other's back and both of them were caught somewhere between pain and pleasure and nearing release.
Body on body on body in body, a whisper from one not to stop and then an escalation.
How perfectly their bodies fit for something so impure.
Covered in blood and contaminated with sin.
It rose to a crescendo, and then another howl, body on body somehow becoming soul in soul.
A descent from this, into purgatory, or perhaps hell, with the taint of each other forever imprinted.
He quietly smiled; that sacrifice was worth it.
They both drifted off to sleep, skin on skin, barely touching, but somehow united.
~ touch on touch
He remembered.
Skin on skin on touch on touch, closer and closer, breathing in unison.
Now stroking the faded scars.
Each bite a new purity, blood flowing into the faded lines on skin, and one of them had howled in his passion.
It was hard to remember who, actually, they were joined so closely it was impossible to tell, but they were both laughing at what animals they were, as if they could be anything less.
Hand on hand on skin on touch and it occurred to both of them that they were beyond redemption.
He expressed this emotion in his grip, holding on tighter and tighter until his nails drew blood on the other's back and both of them were caught somewhere between pain and pleasure and nearing release.
Body on body on body in body, a whisper from one not to stop and then an escalation.
How perfectly their bodies fit for something so impure.
Covered in blood and contaminated with sin.
It rose to a crescendo, and then another howl, body on body somehow becoming soul in soul.
A descent from this, into purgatory, or perhaps hell, with the taint of each other forever imprinted.
He quietly smiled; that sacrifice was worth it.
They both drifted off to sleep, skin on skin, barely touching, but somehow united.