Bruised Dark Blue

A.N./ Yeah, so I didn't really plan on writing more to this. What I meant at the end of the story was should I write more in general. But since so many people reviewed (which I GREATLY appreciate) I thought it wouldn't hurt to add one more chapter.

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"Mmn … tell me a story," Remus said, burrowing further into the sheets. Sirius ran the tips of his fingers over the man's bare back, making the werewolf sigh. Today was the first day Remus had moved in with him. Remus didn't believe him when he had asked. He kept asking if he really wanted this; that it would mean that they would have to take their relationship to the next level. What would people say? Would they be able to conceal the fact that they loved each other from the neighbors? But after many kisses and reassurances, Remus accepted. James said it was almost like they were getting married, and Sirius promptly hit him over the head for saying such a thing. He didn't want to think of their relationship as a marriage. More like a deep bond. Something much deeper than anything marriage could ever signify. And it would always stay that way.

They had just finished christening their bedroom … Their bedroom. Theirs. Together. Something, almost liquid, bubbled in his stomach and made its way up to his chest, filling it with plumes of emotion. He would never be able to explain the happiness that Remus always seemed to make him feel, and he knew he would never feel anything else like it. After everything he had to do to wait for this moment he knew that every second was worth the heartache and the pain. Just knowing that Remus felt the same way was enough to make him get up every day.

He thought of a fitting story for their situation. "Well, there was once this boy who was very naughty. So his friend had to teach him a lesson," he replied, nibbling on his ear, smiling against the lobe. He tasted so sweet.

Remus turned his head, allowing Sirius to kiss his mouth instead. Just as Sirius brushed his tongue to his mouth, Remus pulled away teasingly. Remus rather chose to hum contently, turning over on his side to face him. "As tempting as that story is, tell me something about you."

"What about me? You know everything there is to me," Sirius said, perplexed. "Why are you so insistent?" He rested his head on his hand, watching him closely. He had the most beautiful eyes. Their almond shape, brown with just a hint of gold and flecks of green. Every time he looked into them he could find something new. He reached out a hand to swipe a bit of his fringe that hang just so that they blocked his view. Remus leaned into the touch.

"Oh, I don't know," Remus said, fingering the sheets between them. "It just seemed to be the sort of thing you talk about in this situation." He looked up to Sirius, his eyes glowing with happiness but he knew he was more nervous than he had ever seen him. Hard as he tried, Sirius couldn't resist that look. He lay his hand over Remus' fidgeting fingers. He was more anxious than he wanted to reveal and Sirius knew that he needed to expel any doubt.

"What is it you need to know, love …" he brought those fingers to his lips, kissing each and every digit. Remus' eyes hazed over and his mouth hung slightly open. A smile curled to his face and he closed his eyes, thinking deeply about his answer.

"When was it first you knew that you fancied me?"

Sirius stopped, setting his hand down. He ran one finger over Remus' jaw line. Remus opened his eye to look at him curiously, but he stayed silent, waiting for his answer. Sirius smiled, knowing exactly when it was, and leaned forward. "It all started with a bruise …" he brought his finger to Remus' bottom lip and rested it there. "… Here."

"How long ago?" Remus asked, kissing the tip, tracing his lips slowly down his hand to his wrist.

"Oh," he sighed, calculating the years in his head. "Since fifth year." He laughed nervously. "Pathetic, right?"

Remus cooed, brow furrowed. "My god, Sirius. That long? You went an entire three years and didn't tell me?" He shifted closer to him so their legs were entwined, his knees grazing the inside of his thigh, driving him slowly mad.

"No worries, Moony," Sirius said, kissing him reassuringly. "You're here with me now and that is all that matters to me. As long as I have you in my bed, right where I want you, I'll do more than survive." He said this devilishly, bumping their foreheads softly together. He ground their hips together, trying to take his mind off of the subject. But Remus surprisingly pulled away, sitting up, the sheets falling away from his bare body. Why couldn't they just let things lay, Sirius thought, not able to take his eyes away from such a perfect waist. If he were to pull at the sheets just a bit more …

"That must mean that … Tallis! Sirius, not her. I can't believe you sat back and watched me date Tallis Gairden."

A chill ran up his spine at the very mention of her name. He felt a sneer form on his lips, fighting to suppress the bile that was about to come spilling from his mouth. He sat up, acting as nonchalant as he possibly could with stupid Tallis fecking Gairden on his mind. "Oh, I totally forgot about her. What house was she in, again?" He said his with an arrogant air, trying not to meet Remus' eyes.

Remus stared at him pointedly. "You remember damn well what house she was in. And she was a very sweet girl, I just … couldn't date her anymore." Remus said. "I feel sorry that I had to break the poor girl's heart. She really was very nice."

She wasn't very nice when she stomped over to Sirius in private to scream and yell at him for ruining their relationship. Really, all he did was tell a girl or two a secret about her. Something or another about how spiteful she was and how she would date out of, oh, what was the word, pity. How was he to know that Remus hated pity above most things in this world? Oh, and he revealed how much of a whore she was, if he remembered correctly. He really did know a friend of a friend she had slept with on and off … maybe once every week. He remembered every word everything about the day they broke things off. "I hope you rot in hell, Sirius Black, you evil, vile, godforsaken dog! Damn you, you utter piece of shite, utter useless ... Urrgh!" Music to his ears.

"She really didn't know how to form her sentences, though," Sirius said sadly, and Remus looked confused. He didn't even ask.

"You must have hated me during that," he said sheepishly.

"No, no not at all," Sirius said, looking into his face. "I've never hated you. Not once." He kissed his forehead, tucking his soft brown hair behind his ear. Sirius cupped his face in his hands, making sure he knew that he was telling the truth. Remus nodded. Their lips met sweetly once. But as Sirius was pulling away, Remus leaned closer, kissing his top lip over and over again as he ran his hand lightly down Sirius' chest. He felt goosebumps rise on his skin as he realized how very naked and close they were. Remus tongue played in and out of his mouth, licking the roof of his mouth and his bottom lip. Sirius ran his lips down to his ear, where he nipped a few times, and then moving down to his neck. He sucked at the most sensitive places he could think of as Remus' breathing rate began to rise. Remus climbed onto Sirius' lap and their hips met, groins burning as they rocked together as one. They made love once more, untamed and unabashed. They made all the noise they wanted, not caring that the neighbors in the complex would wonder what the commotion was. All that existed was each other, connected, apart, together.

Remus smiled sleepily, laying flat on his back. Sirius followed suit, resting his head on Remus' chest. He counted the beats, listening to them intently as they told him of Remus' love for him. Remus started to run his fingers through his hair, twisting the locks here and there. It was soothing and Sirius breathed deeply, whispering Remus' name every once and a while. Sirius pulled Remus' free hand to his chest, placing right over his own beating heart. It felt as if it was meant to be there as Remus ran his thumb endearingly over his skin. He thought of the bruise that had lingered there for so long. He knew that it would never go away until Remus had loved him back, and for the longest time he never thought it would ever become a reality. Now Remus was lying there with him and he no longer needed to worry about anything. He didn't even need to think. Remus was there and that was the only thing he needed. The bruise on his heart had finally healed over and the only thing that remained was Remus.

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