Okay, I realize that I have not updated in a few weeks. I'm so sorry. Gay
high school and guy problems. Sometimes it really sucks to be female, and
this is one of those times. I'm going to try to get more writing done in my
free time. My English project is almost due, so that will probably give me
more time for this story and a few others that I'm working on. So, thanks
for being paitent with me, people. You guys are the greatest. ^_^
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 13
Remus's POV
~::~
He looks so georgeous lying there like that. He is sound asleep, his black hair slightly in his face.
"Sirius," I call. "Sirius...wake up..."
"Hmm?"
"Wake up."
His eyes flutter open. Confusion flashes in them. He doesn't know where he is. I don't know either. It doesn't matter, though. Something has come alive in me. Seeing him barechested has made me brave.
"Hello, lover."
His dark eyes fly down to me. Hot and cold shivers run through my body in turns. I love his eyes on me. I have REALLY gotten brave all of the sudden!
"Remus, what...?"
"No, ssh, lover," I whisper sensually. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm here... You're here... and we're alone..."
I slowly crawl up his body. I stop to nip at his treasure trail, navel, abs, both nipples, collar bone, and then I finally pause at his lips. I stare down into his eyes. Carefully, he pulls me down on him. God, that feels so good.
"Sirius?" I have to fight to keep the moan out of my voice.
"Yes, my sexy wolf?"
"Take me."
He rolls us over so that I'm pinned under him. It feels wonderful. I can't believe that this is happening...
"Oh, Sirius, that was.... wonderful!"
"I love you, he whispers in my ear. He is still ontop of me and I would have it no other way. If he never moves, I will be perfectly happy.
My heart speeds at his words. I have waited so long to hear that. My world seems complete.
"I love you too, Sirius."
~::~
"Remus?"
I open my eyes. Hope is looking down at me, pink staining her cheeks. What...? Oh... I have made a mess of my pants...
"Oh... I, uh..."
"Its all right, Remus. I know all about things like this."
This is so embarrassing...
"I've got a Quidditch game in a few hours, Remi. I think I'm going to go get a bit of sleep."
"All right, Hope. Good luck with the game."
"Thanks, Remus."
With a final hug of comfort, Hope heads off. I sit around in the bathroom a few moments longer before heading back to Gryffindor's dorms to do the same.
I barely got a wink of sleep in the small amount of time I had. James is up before everyone else, dressing straight into his Quidditch robes. He is going to get in a little pregame mental-prep. I am awakened by his, Sirius's, and Peter's talking. Sirius is laying on his bed, looking at James with unmasked desire and Peter is totally unaware. I sit up with my hair sticking up all over the place.
"It lives," James cheers. I grunt in recognition.
"It lives with bedhead," Sirius chirps. Another grunt. "Dogpile!"
Before I can realize what is going on, the other three are piled ontop of me. We are all laughing, the conflict between James, Sirius, and I forgotten. It is acutally nice to be without these worries. Just like the old days before the hormones kicked in.
"Well, I've got to go. Quidditch and all that."
James disentangles himself from the group, straightens his robes, then heads down to the Common's Room. The rest of us soon follow.
The whole House is gathered around Professor MacGonagall and everyone looks nervous. We make our way to James who looks as if he is going to pull his hair out by the roots.
"What's the word, Prongs," asks Sirius.
"Joshamee White is in the Hospital Wing with a broken arm..."
"So? Madame Pompfrey can heal broken bones in a second."
"That's just the thing," James says. "He broke it Muggle-brawling with a Slytherin. Professor MacGonagall was forced to suspend him from the game. Now we need a beater on short notice!"
"Black," MacGonagall calls from across the room. "You will be replacing White in the game today. Do your House proud."
"Yes, ma'am." The color seems to drain from Sirius's face. The whole House is depending on him now.
"Don't worry," James says. "You have all the training to be a Beater. You fly wonderfully. I don't know why you haven't tried out for the team. You would be on it in a hearbeat."
"I'm afraid of Bludgers..."
"Afraid...of Bludgers?" James sounds as if he is going to laugh.
"Its not funny, James! I was hit in the head at a young age and I've been afraid of them ever since."
"Well, great. Just great. Now we'll have to get someone else..."
"Sirius," I say. "Perhaps... perhaps if you imagined them as something else? Something you hate? Can you think of anything at all?"
The reply practically leaps from his mouth. "Snape!"
"Um, yes. Okay. Just imagine Snape whenever you see the Bludgers, okay?"
"Good plan, Moony. Okay. I'll do it."
The rest of the House--who had been listening--let out a loud cheer. There was a chance for us yet!
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 13
Remus's POV
~::~
He looks so georgeous lying there like that. He is sound asleep, his black hair slightly in his face.
"Sirius," I call. "Sirius...wake up..."
"Hmm?"
"Wake up."
His eyes flutter open. Confusion flashes in them. He doesn't know where he is. I don't know either. It doesn't matter, though. Something has come alive in me. Seeing him barechested has made me brave.
"Hello, lover."
His dark eyes fly down to me. Hot and cold shivers run through my body in turns. I love his eyes on me. I have REALLY gotten brave all of the sudden!
"Remus, what...?"
"No, ssh, lover," I whisper sensually. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm here... You're here... and we're alone..."
I slowly crawl up his body. I stop to nip at his treasure trail, navel, abs, both nipples, collar bone, and then I finally pause at his lips. I stare down into his eyes. Carefully, he pulls me down on him. God, that feels so good.
"Sirius?" I have to fight to keep the moan out of my voice.
"Yes, my sexy wolf?"
"Take me."
He rolls us over so that I'm pinned under him. It feels wonderful. I can't believe that this is happening...
"Oh, Sirius, that was.... wonderful!"
"I love you, he whispers in my ear. He is still ontop of me and I would have it no other way. If he never moves, I will be perfectly happy.
My heart speeds at his words. I have waited so long to hear that. My world seems complete.
"I love you too, Sirius."
~::~
"Remus?"
I open my eyes. Hope is looking down at me, pink staining her cheeks. What...? Oh... I have made a mess of my pants...
"Oh... I, uh..."
"Its all right, Remus. I know all about things like this."
This is so embarrassing...
"I've got a Quidditch game in a few hours, Remi. I think I'm going to go get a bit of sleep."
"All right, Hope. Good luck with the game."
"Thanks, Remus."
With a final hug of comfort, Hope heads off. I sit around in the bathroom a few moments longer before heading back to Gryffindor's dorms to do the same.
I barely got a wink of sleep in the small amount of time I had. James is up before everyone else, dressing straight into his Quidditch robes. He is going to get in a little pregame mental-prep. I am awakened by his, Sirius's, and Peter's talking. Sirius is laying on his bed, looking at James with unmasked desire and Peter is totally unaware. I sit up with my hair sticking up all over the place.
"It lives," James cheers. I grunt in recognition.
"It lives with bedhead," Sirius chirps. Another grunt. "Dogpile!"
Before I can realize what is going on, the other three are piled ontop of me. We are all laughing, the conflict between James, Sirius, and I forgotten. It is acutally nice to be without these worries. Just like the old days before the hormones kicked in.
"Well, I've got to go. Quidditch and all that."
James disentangles himself from the group, straightens his robes, then heads down to the Common's Room. The rest of us soon follow.
The whole House is gathered around Professor MacGonagall and everyone looks nervous. We make our way to James who looks as if he is going to pull his hair out by the roots.
"What's the word, Prongs," asks Sirius.
"Joshamee White is in the Hospital Wing with a broken arm..."
"So? Madame Pompfrey can heal broken bones in a second."
"That's just the thing," James says. "He broke it Muggle-brawling with a Slytherin. Professor MacGonagall was forced to suspend him from the game. Now we need a beater on short notice!"
"Black," MacGonagall calls from across the room. "You will be replacing White in the game today. Do your House proud."
"Yes, ma'am." The color seems to drain from Sirius's face. The whole House is depending on him now.
"Don't worry," James says. "You have all the training to be a Beater. You fly wonderfully. I don't know why you haven't tried out for the team. You would be on it in a hearbeat."
"I'm afraid of Bludgers..."
"Afraid...of Bludgers?" James sounds as if he is going to laugh.
"Its not funny, James! I was hit in the head at a young age and I've been afraid of them ever since."
"Well, great. Just great. Now we'll have to get someone else..."
"Sirius," I say. "Perhaps... perhaps if you imagined them as something else? Something you hate? Can you think of anything at all?"
The reply practically leaps from his mouth. "Snape!"
"Um, yes. Okay. Just imagine Snape whenever you see the Bludgers, okay?"
"Good plan, Moony. Okay. I'll do it."
The rest of the House--who had been listening--let out a loud cheer. There was a chance for us yet!