Sirius's eyes snapped open as he was woken from a wonderful dream involving his husband, chocolate cake and the kitchen floor. Careful not to wake Harry, he sat up with a sudden hunger for chocolate cake. He was only a few steps from the bed when he heard a sleepy voice behind him.

"Where are you going?" A muffled voice said and he silently cursed, turning back to the bed. Harry hadn't even moved and was still lying face down on the bed.

"I'm just going to the bathroom. Go back to sleep Harry." Harry still didn't look up but raised a hand.

"Bullshit!" He said loudly into the pillow. "You were going downstairs."

"How did you know?" Harry finally turned over to look at him.

"For one, the bathroom's this way." He pointed behind him. "And you usually climb over me to get to it."

"Dammit!"

"I'm going to ask you again. Where were you going?" Sirius sighed in defeat.

"I was going downstairs."

"I know that much already. But where downstairs?"

"To the kitchen. I felt like some of that cake you made yesterday." Harry looked at him, not angrily, in fact, he seemed almost guilty.

"Come here." He said and Sirius climbed back into bed. Harry got up before crawling over and sitting on top of him. He ran his lips over the sensitive part of Sirius's neck, making him shiver.

He moved back so he was sitting on Sirius's knees. Sirius tried to sit up to see what he was going to do, but Harry shook his head and made him lie back down before continuing.

"No, it's my fault for making it, now I'm going make you forget about it…"

When Sirius woke the next morning, he found his underwear and pants around his ankles, his shirt thrown on the floor and his arms empty.

He blinked, struggling to remember the events of the previous night. The erotic image of his husband dragging his tongue across his chest came to mind and another part of his body woke up.

He grinned and pulled his clothes on, getting up and venturing downstairs. He found Harry in the kitchen reaching up into one of the higher cupboards, his long lean body stretching itself out gracefully. That was one of the reasons why his nickname had been given to him by Sirius. With Harry, his fluid movements and grace were one of the first reasons Sirius had even noticed him… No, he hadn't known him through James, as most people would think. You see, they had had a falling out in seventh year and not spoken for another nineteen years...

Very short due to me having to cut out the lemon scene. It's on my LJ people! click my homepage on my profile and scroll down a little bit. Thank you all!

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