Here we are again. I realize that some of you are feeling that Sirius is a
whore. I don't mean for him to come off like that...Or maybe I do... Well,
what I am trying to relay to you guys is that James attracts Sirius's
hormones, while Remus's also attracts his hormones but his heart also. He's
a teenager. Sorry if I offend anyone. Yes, this will be a Remus/Sirius fic.
I am getting there. So anyway, here we go...
Disclaimer: I own no one from the Harry Potter stories. Everything from that series that may be mentioned in this story belong to J. K. Rowling. This is not for financial gain.
Summary: On one hand, we have Remus: the quiet kind, a good boy. Mostly doing what's 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?
Chapter 12
Sirius's POV
James and I sneak quietly back to the dorms. Even after what we just shared, we can't keep our hands off of one another. James stops me at the portrait hole and proceeds to snog me senseless.
The sound of a throat being cleared breaks us apart. There's Remus, faces red with embarrassment, eyes looking above our heads.
"Uh...hi, Remus," James stutters. "I...we can explain...There is a very good explination! Right, Sirius?"
I can't answer. I can only stare at Remus. He's shocked, embarrassed, and...not, that can't be jealousy in his eyes. It must only be my wishful thinking...Wait, why am I wanting Remus to be jealous of me and James? Is it because jealousy would prove he likes me? I want him to like me...
"You don't need to explain," Remus says, his voice angry and snappish. "I get what's going on. Now, if you'll excuse me..."
He can't talk to me lover like that! Not when I don't do that to his woman.
"Don't you take that tone with him, Remus," I snap. "I'm sure you're doing the same with that little tart you've been sneaking out to meet latley!"
"Sirius, Hope and I are just friends, nothing more."
"Oh yes, I forgot. Your secret. Let me tell you, Remus, its not as secret as you would like to think!"
The color drains from his face. I hit a nerve. James has no clue what we are talking about. As Remus realises that, he calms slightly.
"We've got a Quidditch game today, Remus," I say. "Who are you gonna cheer for? Your girlfirend or your House's team?"
"Sirius, that's enough," James says. "What's wrong with you two? Stop fighting, please!"
"Why don't you just blow my heart to pieces, Sirius," Remus says savagely. What is he talking about? Before I can say anything, he runs off.
"What was that all about, Sirius," James asks of me.
He is cross with me now. I hurt his friend. In all honesty, I am cross with myself. What was I thinking? Seeing Remus with Hope Moon just gets on my nerves. Am I jealous...? It seems as if I am.
"Nothing, James."
"Uh-HUH. Well, we need to get some sleep. I have a game to play today, and if I don't get at least a few hourse of sleep, I will fall asleep on my broom. I don't think the House would forgive you if we lost because of a sleepy Seeker. G'night, Siri."
"G'night, James."
James heads upstairs alone. I sit down in front of the fire. Something is wrong with me... Why can't I stop sticking my nose in Remus's life?! I am just making him more unhappy...
I eventually fall asleep in the armchair. My dreams are blurry. Flashes of James, Remus, and Hope fly across my mind. Everything is so unclear. Then, as if someone hit the emergency breaks on a runaway train, everything comes to a hault...
SIRIUS'S DREAM... ~::~
"Sirius," and angelic voice calls softly. "Sirius...wake up..."
"Hmm?"
"Wake up."
I open my eyes. Where am I? I am in a strange room. The whole places is decked out in white. I am lying on the most comfortable bed I have ever been on. A wind blowing from somewhere caresses my nude chest. Where is my shirt, anyway? I am wearing only a pair of tight jeans and some socks.
"Hullo, lover."
The voice came from the foot of the bed. There, resting his head on his folded arms, is Remus. He is staring at me through half-lidded eyes. He looks so peaceful yet sensual at the same time.
"Remus, what...?"
"No, ssh, lover," he whispers in a husky voice. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm here...you're here...and we are alone..."
He slowly begins to climb up my body, stopping now and then to nip at areas that catch his intrest. As he stares down at me, I pull him close so that he is laying on me.
"Sirius?"
"Yes, my sexy wolf?"
"Take me."
I roll over so that I am laying on him. Little does he know that I want to grant his wish and so much more...
"Oh, Sirius," Remus sighs when its over. "That was...wonderful!"
"I love you," I whisperd down into his ear. I am still laying on him. I never want to move. The feeling of his soft, willing body under me is intoxication.
"I love you too, Sirius."
~::~ REALITY!
I awake in my bed, hot and panting. How did I get here? Geez, I'm all...sticky... The sun is just starting to rise. I lay back down in hopes of cathcing just a few more minutes of sleep. I try not to mind the mess...
Disclaimer: I own no one from the Harry Potter stories. Everything from that series that may be mentioned in this story belong to J. K. Rowling. This is not for financial gain.
Summary: On one hand, we have Remus: the quiet kind, a good boy. Mostly doing what's 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?
Chapter 12
Sirius's POV
James and I sneak quietly back to the dorms. Even after what we just shared, we can't keep our hands off of one another. James stops me at the portrait hole and proceeds to snog me senseless.
The sound of a throat being cleared breaks us apart. There's Remus, faces red with embarrassment, eyes looking above our heads.
"Uh...hi, Remus," James stutters. "I...we can explain...There is a very good explination! Right, Sirius?"
I can't answer. I can only stare at Remus. He's shocked, embarrassed, and...not, that can't be jealousy in his eyes. It must only be my wishful thinking...Wait, why am I wanting Remus to be jealous of me and James? Is it because jealousy would prove he likes me? I want him to like me...
"You don't need to explain," Remus says, his voice angry and snappish. "I get what's going on. Now, if you'll excuse me..."
He can't talk to me lover like that! Not when I don't do that to his woman.
"Don't you take that tone with him, Remus," I snap. "I'm sure you're doing the same with that little tart you've been sneaking out to meet latley!"
"Sirius, Hope and I are just friends, nothing more."
"Oh yes, I forgot. Your secret. Let me tell you, Remus, its not as secret as you would like to think!"
The color drains from his face. I hit a nerve. James has no clue what we are talking about. As Remus realises that, he calms slightly.
"We've got a Quidditch game today, Remus," I say. "Who are you gonna cheer for? Your girlfirend or your House's team?"
"Sirius, that's enough," James says. "What's wrong with you two? Stop fighting, please!"
"Why don't you just blow my heart to pieces, Sirius," Remus says savagely. What is he talking about? Before I can say anything, he runs off.
"What was that all about, Sirius," James asks of me.
He is cross with me now. I hurt his friend. In all honesty, I am cross with myself. What was I thinking? Seeing Remus with Hope Moon just gets on my nerves. Am I jealous...? It seems as if I am.
"Nothing, James."
"Uh-HUH. Well, we need to get some sleep. I have a game to play today, and if I don't get at least a few hourse of sleep, I will fall asleep on my broom. I don't think the House would forgive you if we lost because of a sleepy Seeker. G'night, Siri."
"G'night, James."
James heads upstairs alone. I sit down in front of the fire. Something is wrong with me... Why can't I stop sticking my nose in Remus's life?! I am just making him more unhappy...
I eventually fall asleep in the armchair. My dreams are blurry. Flashes of James, Remus, and Hope fly across my mind. Everything is so unclear. Then, as if someone hit the emergency breaks on a runaway train, everything comes to a hault...
SIRIUS'S DREAM... ~::~
"Sirius," and angelic voice calls softly. "Sirius...wake up..."
"Hmm?"
"Wake up."
I open my eyes. Where am I? I am in a strange room. The whole places is decked out in white. I am lying on the most comfortable bed I have ever been on. A wind blowing from somewhere caresses my nude chest. Where is my shirt, anyway? I am wearing only a pair of tight jeans and some socks.
"Hullo, lover."
The voice came from the foot of the bed. There, resting his head on his folded arms, is Remus. He is staring at me through half-lidded eyes. He looks so peaceful yet sensual at the same time.
"Remus, what...?"
"No, ssh, lover," he whispers in a husky voice. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm here...you're here...and we are alone..."
He slowly begins to climb up my body, stopping now and then to nip at areas that catch his intrest. As he stares down at me, I pull him close so that he is laying on me.
"Sirius?"
"Yes, my sexy wolf?"
"Take me."
I roll over so that I am laying on him. Little does he know that I want to grant his wish and so much more...
"Oh, Sirius," Remus sighs when its over. "That was...wonderful!"
"I love you," I whisperd down into his ear. I am still laying on him. I never want to move. The feeling of his soft, willing body under me is intoxication.
"I love you too, Sirius."
~::~ REALITY!
I awake in my bed, hot and panting. How did I get here? Geez, I'm all...sticky... The sun is just starting to rise. I lay back down in hopes of cathcing just a few more minutes of sleep. I try not to mind the mess...