Chapter 2-Broken Promises and Interruptions.
Remus was sitting alone in an armchair by the fireplace in the lounge room of Twelve Grimmauld Place. Even though it was still the middle of the day, the fire was lit in the grate. He was checking over some papers, and didn't hear Sirius sneak in.
The only reason Sirius was even contemplating doing this was the fact that the house was empty, the first time it had been in quite a while. It was just him and Remus. Sirius was going to take things slowly, nothing like the impulsive, heated passion of their youth. Remus had been slightly cold towards him ever since the first time they had met, after his escape from Azkaban. Sirius was beginning to suspect the brief hug in the Shrieking Shack was a mere slip in Remus' emotional barricade. Sirius knew Remus still loved him, he could tell by the lust in Remus' eyes whenever Remus looked at him. Sirius also knew Remus was constantly using all his will power to prevent himself from pouncing on him. All Sirius had to do was force these feelings to surface.
Sirius stood beside Remus' chair and stared at Remus, whom did not look up. He knelt down; still he presence had no affect what so ever on Remus. It wasn't until he wrapped Remus in his arms and kissed his neck, that Sirius got a reaction.
Sirius was pleased by the tiny gasp that managed to escape Remus. Then Remus became conscious of precisely who was hugging and kissing him.
"Hello Sirius," he said curtly, shrugging Sirius' arms off and returning his attention to his papers.
"Mornin' Moony," Sirius purred in his most seductive voice. Remus reddened, and Sirius saw the corners of Remus' mouth twitch, as though he was going to smile at the use of his old nickname, but otherwise there was no change. Sirius pouted, this was going to be harder than he previously thought. Then he got an idea.
"When push comes to shove," Sirius grinned, a mischievous grin. Sirius straddled Remus, pinning him to the chair, and push came to shove, literally. As Sirius pushed in on Remus, Remus shoved him and sent him sprawling back on to the rug. It was a surprising show of strength and Sirius was caught off guard.
"What was that for?" Sirius cried indignantly. Remus ignored him. "Oh come on! Why do you keep shutting me out, Remus? Remus!" Remus had rose from the chair and was about to leave the room. Sirius clumsily scrambled to his feet and ran across the room to stop him. When Sirius grabbed Remus and turned him around, Sirius realised Remus was crying.
"Remus? I'm sorry, what's wrong?" Sirius reached up and tried to wipe the tears from Remus' eyes but Remus pulled away.
"You broke your promise," he sniffled.
"I…what?"
"You promised you'd never leave me, our first…time," Remus repeated, wiping away his own tears. "You left me."
"And you think I wanted to leave you, to go to that place? Don't you know who many nights images of you, and what might have been, plagued my dreams?" Sirius yelled, losing his temper.
"I didn't know," Remus sobbed, shaking his head. "But I was hurting too. It damn near killed me trying to think of you as a traitor, even though all the evidence said you were. Something inside me knew you were innocent, and it was driving me insane. To think of you being so far away, locked in that place…"
"All I ever have and ever will want is you," Sirius murmured, pulling Remus close, trying to comfort him. Remus sobbed into Sirius' shoulder. "Please believe me, I love you, I never wanted to leave you and I will never leave you again."
"I never stopped loving you," Remus kissed Sirius, hesitantly at first. Sirius tightened his grip around Remus and steered him down to the rug by the fire, just like their first night together. Everything that had happened that night was repeating itself. All of Remus' clothes were removed, except his underwear, Sirius happily exploring his bare skin, teasing with seductive caresses. Sirius stripped off completely, Remus staring avidly all the while. Than Sirius paused, a silently questioning expression on his face, before they kissed and in one quick movement they were both naked. Their clothes were strewn everywhere. This time Remus was willing to continue, it was Sirius who lost his nerve and requested a cuddle.
"I want to, it's just," he mumbled, looking embarrassed. "After all that time in Azkaban, I…"
"I understand," Remus didn't need a reason as he ran his fingers through Sirius' black hair. It had been a long time for both of them, but truthfully, intimate contact of this extent frightened Sirius, he wanted to, but he had forgotten how it all felt.
So they lay, Sirius snuggled in to Remus, head resting on Remus' shoulder, for some time; just hugging, with the occasional kiss or caress. There was almost complete silence, neither man spoke; the only sound was the crackling of the fire.
"Remus?" Sirius asked timidly.
"Yes, Sirius, if you are ready," came Remus' soft reply.
Sirius kissed Remus' neck, and tenderly stroked his bare chest, Remus purred, causing Sirius to smile in remembrance of their younger years.
*
Their passionate reunion didn't go undisturbed, half way through Severus Snape burst in.
"Oh my god!" he exclaimed in undertone, because even though the armchair prevented him from seeing anything explicit, he got the gist of things. Snape couldn't see Remus' face, so he didn't know whom Sirius was with, it was fairly obvious that it was Sirius and fairly obvious that whoever it was, it was a guy. Sirius shifted and revealed that it was Remus. Remus moaned loudly and opened his eyes, that's when he saw Snape.
"Oh, god, Severus!" he exclaimed, blushing furiously. Sirius appeared unconcerned, but he moved so his body hid Remus', to prevent further embarrassment on his part. Even so, he didn't stop what he was doing just because Snape was present; anyway, he found the look on Snape's face to be very amusing.
"Rack of, Snivelly," Sirius said, calmly. He than had to pause due to another loud moan from Remus, who wasn't complaining about Sirius' continuance, in spite of Snape. "Can't you see we are busy here?"
Snape's jaw dropped. "You two disgust me!" he retorted, as he turned on his heel and left the room.
"Homophobe!" Sirius yelled. Remus when even redder, he had never thought of himself or Sirius as homosexual before. Remus realised Sirius was gazing at him.
"I hope that wasn't too embarrassing," Sirius said with a smile. "I wasn't expecting any interruptions."
"No, ah, it wasn't," Remus replied, moaning again with pleasure. "But I've never been caught with my pants down like that before."
"I think I'd like to catch you with your pants down like this more often," Sirius' responded playfully.
"Sirius," Remus blushed as Sirius kissed him.
Remus was sitting alone in an armchair by the fireplace in the lounge room of Twelve Grimmauld Place. Even though it was still the middle of the day, the fire was lit in the grate. He was checking over some papers, and didn't hear Sirius sneak in.
The only reason Sirius was even contemplating doing this was the fact that the house was empty, the first time it had been in quite a while. It was just him and Remus. Sirius was going to take things slowly, nothing like the impulsive, heated passion of their youth. Remus had been slightly cold towards him ever since the first time they had met, after his escape from Azkaban. Sirius was beginning to suspect the brief hug in the Shrieking Shack was a mere slip in Remus' emotional barricade. Sirius knew Remus still loved him, he could tell by the lust in Remus' eyes whenever Remus looked at him. Sirius also knew Remus was constantly using all his will power to prevent himself from pouncing on him. All Sirius had to do was force these feelings to surface.
Sirius stood beside Remus' chair and stared at Remus, whom did not look up. He knelt down; still he presence had no affect what so ever on Remus. It wasn't until he wrapped Remus in his arms and kissed his neck, that Sirius got a reaction.
Sirius was pleased by the tiny gasp that managed to escape Remus. Then Remus became conscious of precisely who was hugging and kissing him.
"Hello Sirius," he said curtly, shrugging Sirius' arms off and returning his attention to his papers.
"Mornin' Moony," Sirius purred in his most seductive voice. Remus reddened, and Sirius saw the corners of Remus' mouth twitch, as though he was going to smile at the use of his old nickname, but otherwise there was no change. Sirius pouted, this was going to be harder than he previously thought. Then he got an idea.
"When push comes to shove," Sirius grinned, a mischievous grin. Sirius straddled Remus, pinning him to the chair, and push came to shove, literally. As Sirius pushed in on Remus, Remus shoved him and sent him sprawling back on to the rug. It was a surprising show of strength and Sirius was caught off guard.
"What was that for?" Sirius cried indignantly. Remus ignored him. "Oh come on! Why do you keep shutting me out, Remus? Remus!" Remus had rose from the chair and was about to leave the room. Sirius clumsily scrambled to his feet and ran across the room to stop him. When Sirius grabbed Remus and turned him around, Sirius realised Remus was crying.
"Remus? I'm sorry, what's wrong?" Sirius reached up and tried to wipe the tears from Remus' eyes but Remus pulled away.
"You broke your promise," he sniffled.
"I…what?"
"You promised you'd never leave me, our first…time," Remus repeated, wiping away his own tears. "You left me."
"And you think I wanted to leave you, to go to that place? Don't you know who many nights images of you, and what might have been, plagued my dreams?" Sirius yelled, losing his temper.
"I didn't know," Remus sobbed, shaking his head. "But I was hurting too. It damn near killed me trying to think of you as a traitor, even though all the evidence said you were. Something inside me knew you were innocent, and it was driving me insane. To think of you being so far away, locked in that place…"
"All I ever have and ever will want is you," Sirius murmured, pulling Remus close, trying to comfort him. Remus sobbed into Sirius' shoulder. "Please believe me, I love you, I never wanted to leave you and I will never leave you again."
"I never stopped loving you," Remus kissed Sirius, hesitantly at first. Sirius tightened his grip around Remus and steered him down to the rug by the fire, just like their first night together. Everything that had happened that night was repeating itself. All of Remus' clothes were removed, except his underwear, Sirius happily exploring his bare skin, teasing with seductive caresses. Sirius stripped off completely, Remus staring avidly all the while. Than Sirius paused, a silently questioning expression on his face, before they kissed and in one quick movement they were both naked. Their clothes were strewn everywhere. This time Remus was willing to continue, it was Sirius who lost his nerve and requested a cuddle.
"I want to, it's just," he mumbled, looking embarrassed. "After all that time in Azkaban, I…"
"I understand," Remus didn't need a reason as he ran his fingers through Sirius' black hair. It had been a long time for both of them, but truthfully, intimate contact of this extent frightened Sirius, he wanted to, but he had forgotten how it all felt.
So they lay, Sirius snuggled in to Remus, head resting on Remus' shoulder, for some time; just hugging, with the occasional kiss or caress. There was almost complete silence, neither man spoke; the only sound was the crackling of the fire.
"Remus?" Sirius asked timidly.
"Yes, Sirius, if you are ready," came Remus' soft reply.
Sirius kissed Remus' neck, and tenderly stroked his bare chest, Remus purred, causing Sirius to smile in remembrance of their younger years.
*
Their passionate reunion didn't go undisturbed, half way through Severus Snape burst in.
"Oh my god!" he exclaimed in undertone, because even though the armchair prevented him from seeing anything explicit, he got the gist of things. Snape couldn't see Remus' face, so he didn't know whom Sirius was with, it was fairly obvious that it was Sirius and fairly obvious that whoever it was, it was a guy. Sirius shifted and revealed that it was Remus. Remus moaned loudly and opened his eyes, that's when he saw Snape.
"Oh, god, Severus!" he exclaimed, blushing furiously. Sirius appeared unconcerned, but he moved so his body hid Remus', to prevent further embarrassment on his part. Even so, he didn't stop what he was doing just because Snape was present; anyway, he found the look on Snape's face to be very amusing.
"Rack of, Snivelly," Sirius said, calmly. He than had to pause due to another loud moan from Remus, who wasn't complaining about Sirius' continuance, in spite of Snape. "Can't you see we are busy here?"
Snape's jaw dropped. "You two disgust me!" he retorted, as he turned on his heel and left the room.
"Homophobe!" Sirius yelled. Remus when even redder, he had never thought of himself or Sirius as homosexual before. Remus realised Sirius was gazing at him.
"I hope that wasn't too embarrassing," Sirius said with a smile. "I wasn't expecting any interruptions."
"No, ah, it wasn't," Remus replied, moaning again with pleasure. "But I've never been caught with my pants down like that before."
"I think I'd like to catch you with your pants down like this more often," Sirius' responded playfully.
"Sirius," Remus blushed as Sirius kissed him.