Dream
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sirius dreams about things he wouldn't normally think of. Slash. Short one shot … that is if you want it to be. And look at that beautiful title.
A.N. I was just rockin' on my Mulan 2 soundtrack when I found this on my computer. Defiantly not one of the better stories of mine, but I'm a review druggie. This wasn't big enough to beta, but it's still here. Please, if you like it leave a review. Otherwise, please don't.
Sirius nuzzled in closely, breathing deeply the fresh scent of the forest in the soft tresses of hair that stopped right above the ear of his partner. He didn't know who it was, but the scent seemed familiar and was nonetheless satisfying. Desire filled him and made his heart flutter as the body in front of him leaned in closer. He had never felt so comfortable with any of his other girlfriends.
He held the thin yet sturdy body close to him, cradling the lithe form encircled in his arms. Sirius nearly frowned at how flat this girl's chest was, but it really didn't seem to matter all that much anymore; how could he feel this good with just a simple hug from a girl he didn't even know?
Suddenly, he became aware that the soft breathes of his partner fluttered into soft kisses that led a trail from his ear, down his cheek. Pulling away slightly, Sirius returned the loving kisses, making a trail of his own until the pair of lips met. He pressed rather shyly, dragging his lips softly across the tender fleshy fringe of the sweet mouth. He almost gasped as a wet tongue drew a slow line on his upper lip. He had never been so aroused by a kiss before.
Shutting his eyes more tightly in concentration of this most divine moment, he dipped his own tongue against the one nearly in his mouth. Slightly pressing against it, he stroked the two muscles slowly against each other in the warm cavern of his companion's mouth. The tongue swirled against his own just before taking a small gasp of air and returning to further explore. Sirius focused on the taste of this magnificent creature before him.
It was odd … normally his past girls' kisses tasted of bubblegum or of something in the fruit category, but this was the sweet taste of spearmint and tea. The deliciousness of it all drove him mad and he kissed vigorously, needing more of it. His partner gasped quietly and nibbled on his lower lip before plunging into his mouth again. Sirius hadto know who this was, but he wanted so desperately to resume exactly what he was doing now. So, for the moment he would just have to guess who it was …
Instantly his memory took him back to earlier that night to the common room. Remus smiled mischievously over his cup of tea at Sirius, eyes reflecting the blazing fire beside him as he watched James and him finish their essay that should have been done about a week ago. The amber eyes glowed with mirth and the rare smile upturned perfectly, sending warmth spreading to Sirius' fingertips.
But why would he be thinking of Remus while he was kissing someone? Deeply shocked by this, Sirius pulled away suddenly with a jerk, noticing the emptiness he felt as the wet muscle slipped out of his mouth.
Curious, hurt amber eyes met his own as Sirius stared at his best friend. He had been kissing Remus … Black flashed across his vision, and he sat up in his bed, shaking violently. He gasped for air, his eyes fleeting around only to meet the sight of his red velvet hangings.
"Sirius! What's wrong?" came a voice from behind the curtains. With a swipe, they were pushed aside to reveal the owner of the voice. Remus, looking shaken, stared at Sirius with concern. "You woke me up. Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream?"
No, actually it was quite pleasant, he founded himself thinking. Merlin, what the hell was wrong with him?
He swallowed hard to pass the lump in his throat and, still shaking slightly, calmed down a bit. "I'm fine, Remus. Go back to bed …"
Remus leaned in a little closer, making shivers run down Sirius' back (which at the time he presumed was only the side effect of the extremely odd dream). "Are you sure? I can sit next to you until you go to sleep. Merlin knows you've done plenty of that for me," he whispered, apparently not wanting to wake any of the other boys.
"Yes, I'm sure. I-just go to bed." Sirius said, averting his gaze, unable to comprehend why he wanted nothing but for Remus to stay with him.
Remus fingered the curtains for a split second, deep in thought. "Oh, okay. I just thought … Well, goodnight Sirius. Pleasant dreams and all that, I suppose." And with that he was gone.
Sirius had to bite his lip to hold himself back from calling out to him. He was afraid of these new feelings that had so suddenly popped up. Are they that sudden, he asked himself. A bit more afraid than when he had first fell asleep, he drifted off into a very uncomfortable night.
