Okay. This is my new Sirius/Remus fic. I have an addiction to them. Because Sirius and Remus are just...madhotlove. Majorly. Anywho, this is SLASH. You no like slash, you no read. It's simple.
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Ch. 1: Reuniting
Remus J. Lupin sat in a train compartment on the Hogwarts Express, looking out at the blur of brown and green and blue that made up the outside world. He looked older than his young age of 17 years, a wise light in his pale, sparkling, blue eyes. A disease had made him wise beyond his years, a disease that he wished had never rendered his body. Lycanthropy. Yes, Remus J. Lupin, was a werewolf, a monster. Dark, blonde, shaggy hair hung to just below his ears, and his pale skin shone, mottled with numerous scars from his transformations, in the slowly setting sun. Sighing, his thoughts drifted...
Suddenly, loud yelling reached his overly sensitive werewolf ears. Next came different colored flashes of light, and then a deafening silence. That was weird. Raucous laughter erupted, and Remus rolled his hauntingly pale blue eyes in recognition. James Potter and Peter Pettigrew stumbled in through the doorway, tears of mirth flowing down their faces.
As the last of the Marauders stumbled in, slightly more handsome then the others with his shoulder-length, elegant, ebony hair and warm, shining, dark eyes, Remus' breath hitched in his throat.
Merlin, he's even more beautiful than when I saw him last, if that's even possible.
It was Sirius Black. His Sirius. The werewolf had fallen in love with the young man three years ago, on this very same train..
James, Sirius, and Peter all stumbled in the compartment to greet Remus with their roaring laughter. They had just come from their annual Welcome Back Slytherins prank. Generally, Remus didn't join in on the 'fun'. He was the quiet, wise, intelligent one. The one that kept all of the Marauders grounded. James stumbled in first, always in the lead. A natural leader at his young fourteen years. His pitch black hair stuck up in every direction, ever the unmanigable mop. However, the ladies seemed to love his I-just-got-off-a-broom-cause-I'm-cool-like-that look. The kind sparkling hazel eyes behind his black rimmed glasses radiated from the light of a good prank.
Peter Pettigrew stumbled in next. A small boy for the age of fourteen and roundish, too. His small beady, black eyes watered in his mirth, and his short, light, blonde hair lay limply on his chubby head. Idolizing Sirius and James seemed to be his only mission in life, and he stuck to it. Although unattractive, he was still part of the pack. They never deserted their own, no matter how ugly.
Lastly, came Sirius Black. His slightly wavy, shoulder-length, ebony hair fell elegantly against his broad, muscular shoulders, even after the unceremonious stumbling. Dark, handsome, brown eyes shone in their laughter. One could tell, even though Sirius had a jumper and jeans on, how wonderfully built his body was, how enticing.
Remus' heart fluttered strangely in his chest when Sirius, or Padfoot, named after his dog animagus form, used to help Remus during his transformations, plopped down next to him, brushing against his arm accidentally. He wanted so bad to turn and pull Sirius into a long kiss, to hold him in his arms.
Wait, what!
Yes, do it. We want this, Moony, the werewolf inside of him, argued back.
No, no, NO! Padfoot is just my friend! That's all.
No, we love him. We want him to be ours.
NO! Padfoot is a friend. He would never want more, anyways. Not with a beast like me.
James and Sirius kept shooting Remus worried looks, unnerved by his strange quietness. A battle raged in his head. Moony claimed that Sirius was destined to be their mate, and Remus, tentative Remus, always answered no, that they were nothing more than good friends. Could never be more. Yet everytime the train jolted and Sirius' arm brushed against his, he felt a strange flutter in his stomach and tingles shoot through his arms.
That day, he figured out his love for Sirius. And it was unreturned, for it was kept secret, unknown by the one receiving it.
The train jolted along the metal tracks, pulling Remus out of his thoughts. Sirius' skin brushed against his own, and he felt that same jolt of delicious electricity shoot through him. How he yearned to pounce on Sirius right there, to claim him as his mate. The wolf inside of him was growing desperate, already knowing that Sirius was the one. It pained Remus to be near him, to know that he could never have Sirius how he wanted. To know that Sirius could never love him back. It was slowly killing him inside, devouring his heart piece by piece.
"So, Moony, how'd your summer go?" James inquired from the bench across from his own, breaking him from his reverie.
Remus shrugged.
"Fine, I guess. Boring, really. Yours?"
Then, he settled back into quiet, listening to James go on about his trip to France over the summer.
Sirius gazed at Remus out of the corner of his dark eyes. Something was wrong with the werewolf. He could tell. His extra enhanced smell could pick up the scent of despair and longing emanating from Moony.
Longing? Longing for what, he wondered curiously. Maybe Moony had finally found himself a girl. Merlin knows he could get any one he wanted. Besides Evans of course, that was James' territory. Sirius still couldn't figure out why Remus had had only about three girlfriends in his whole time at Hogwarts. He was definitely handsome enough, with his smart, quirky, bookish looks and piercing pale blue eyes. Hell, he could probably get a guy if he wanted to.
A whistle shrilled up ahead, signalizing that the train had arrived at its destination. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but for Sirius it had a different name. For Sirius, it was called Home.
Yes, I know. It's kinda short, but the chapters will get longer. I promise. :
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