NOTE: Due to recent events in the last chapter in which we were looking at
the story from Sirius' POV, it seems that I have made a few reviewers mad.
I apologize for this, honestly I do, but that is all part of the story
line. Yes, this IS a Remus/Sirius story, and trust me, I will get there.
Just be paitent if you really want to know what happens. If this kind of
thing continues to upset you, you can do one of two things. You can flame
me and expect me to change the story to your liking (which I will tell you
now that I will not do), or after waiting fruitlessly for me to change the
story to your liking you can just give up and write your own story. Again,
I am sorry if I upset anyone with what happened with Sirius and James, and
what I may cause to happen in future chapters, and if you just can never
forgive me and won't ever read my stories again, I am sorry again. For
future reference, I shall put the summary in this chapter.
SUMMARY: On one hand, we have Remus: the quiet kind, a good boy. Mostly doing what is right. Sure, he's gay. No one knows about it. But now he's in love. On the other hand, Sirius: the troublemaker, gay, in love, much like Remus. The odds keep them apart, but can Fate bring them together?
DISCLAIMER: I own no one from the Harry Potter books. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I am not writing this for any kind of financial gain.
Chapter 8
Sirius' POV
James collapses ontop of me as he finds his release, my own soon following. A thick coat of sweat covers both of our tired bodies. Though we are both ready to pass out, we both are still moving seductively against one another, both trying to entice each other, trying to tease each other into wanting more, both succeeding. If we aren't about to expire from exhaustion, we probably would do it all over again a hundred times or more. There is just something about the feeling of James ontop of me, touching me, that brings out every animalistic instinct in me.
"Wow," he says breathlessly..
"Wow," I echo. My fingers, which seem to have developed a mind of their own, are running through that dark messy hair of his. My lips are gently kissing the sweat from his shoudlers.
In the silence, only interrupted by Peter's snores, I hear the entrance to the common room slam close. James jumps off of me, grabs up as much of his discarded clothing as he can find, then hops into his bed and tugs the blankets up to his chin. I do likewise. Good thing that it's a pretty hot night. If anyone comes up here and finds either one of us like this then maybe they won't think anything strange has happened. If they should take a good look at my bedsheets, however, there might be some questions asked.
I quickly roll onto my side away from the door and close my eyes. I already ache. I have the feeling that I'm not going to be able to walk too well tomorrow.
The dorm door opens enough for someone to walk in then closes softly. I open one eye. Through the fading darkness, I see the person crawl into Remus' bed. I could've sworn that he was already in bed.
"Remus," James whispers in a mock-sleepy voice. "That you?"
"Yeah," came Remus' voice from the direction of his bed. "I was just in the Prefect's Bathroom. Go on back to sleep, Prongs."
"All right, Moony." James didn't need anymore encouragement than that. Within a few minutes, I could hear his light breathing, letting me know that he was asleep for real this time. Poor guy is exhausted. Well, he did tire me out pretty good too.
The hangings around Remus' bed are still opened. I can see him clearly now. The last few rays of moonlight are shining down on him, bathing his delicately handsome face in silver light. There is something serenly unreal about him. Maybe it's the mystical halo that the moonlight has thrown around his golden hair. The phrase "pretty in moonlight" comes to mind at the sight of the child-like look on my friend's face.
What is this feeling stirring inside me everytime I look at Moony? It's like a warm, cherishing feeling. I've never felt something so overwhelming in my whole life.
Stubbornly, I turn my gaze to James. He's fallen asleep with a smile on his face. If every night with him is going to be this pleasing, then I think this is the start of something wonderful.
SUMMARY: On one hand, we have Remus: the quiet kind, a good boy. Mostly doing what is right. Sure, he's gay. No one knows about it. But now he's in love. On the other hand, Sirius: the troublemaker, gay, in love, much like Remus. The odds keep them apart, but can Fate bring them together?
DISCLAIMER: I own no one from the Harry Potter books. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I am not writing this for any kind of financial gain.
Chapter 8
Sirius' POV
James collapses ontop of me as he finds his release, my own soon following. A thick coat of sweat covers both of our tired bodies. Though we are both ready to pass out, we both are still moving seductively against one another, both trying to entice each other, trying to tease each other into wanting more, both succeeding. If we aren't about to expire from exhaustion, we probably would do it all over again a hundred times or more. There is just something about the feeling of James ontop of me, touching me, that brings out every animalistic instinct in me.
"Wow," he says breathlessly..
"Wow," I echo. My fingers, which seem to have developed a mind of their own, are running through that dark messy hair of his. My lips are gently kissing the sweat from his shoudlers.
In the silence, only interrupted by Peter's snores, I hear the entrance to the common room slam close. James jumps off of me, grabs up as much of his discarded clothing as he can find, then hops into his bed and tugs the blankets up to his chin. I do likewise. Good thing that it's a pretty hot night. If anyone comes up here and finds either one of us like this then maybe they won't think anything strange has happened. If they should take a good look at my bedsheets, however, there might be some questions asked.
I quickly roll onto my side away from the door and close my eyes. I already ache. I have the feeling that I'm not going to be able to walk too well tomorrow.
The dorm door opens enough for someone to walk in then closes softly. I open one eye. Through the fading darkness, I see the person crawl into Remus' bed. I could've sworn that he was already in bed.
"Remus," James whispers in a mock-sleepy voice. "That you?"
"Yeah," came Remus' voice from the direction of his bed. "I was just in the Prefect's Bathroom. Go on back to sleep, Prongs."
"All right, Moony." James didn't need anymore encouragement than that. Within a few minutes, I could hear his light breathing, letting me know that he was asleep for real this time. Poor guy is exhausted. Well, he did tire me out pretty good too.
The hangings around Remus' bed are still opened. I can see him clearly now. The last few rays of moonlight are shining down on him, bathing his delicately handsome face in silver light. There is something serenly unreal about him. Maybe it's the mystical halo that the moonlight has thrown around his golden hair. The phrase "pretty in moonlight" comes to mind at the sight of the child-like look on my friend's face.
What is this feeling stirring inside me everytime I look at Moony? It's like a warm, cherishing feeling. I've never felt something so overwhelming in my whole life.
Stubbornly, I turn my gaze to James. He's fallen asleep with a smile on his face. If every night with him is going to be this pleasing, then I think this is the start of something wonderful.