Disclaimer: Not mine. Gods, I wish, though.
A/N: Ooh, I was craving Remus/Sirius fluff. So I wrote some. Drools
It was Remus' birthday and Sirius had gotten him a box of chocolate bites. He was sorely regretting that now.
Each little chocolate came in a different shape, wrapped in gold tinfoil. Remus sat in front of the fire, popping candy after candy into his mouth. Sirius swallowed hard. Every golden wrapper that the lanky werewolf shed, he closed his eyes and imagined it was his clothes he was shedding.
It's just chocolate, his brain told him. The rest of his body didn't seem to listen. Heat flooded through him (heading in a southern direction) as Remus carefully unwrapped a crescent moon and nibbled at the end. Then he sucked on it for a bit (Sirius' eyes got wider and wider as he pictured something else in the sandy-haired boy's mouth) and finally put the whole thing in his mouth, the fact that whatever he was doing to the chocolate was invisible except for slight movements making it even worse. At the end, he noticed the smears of chocolate on his fingers and put them in his mouth, scraping off the gooey brown substance.
Sirius sank further into his chair and closer to the fire, hoping that if Remus noticed his flushed face he could blame it on the heat. He didn't notice the sly smirk that Remus shot in his direction.
What he did notice, however, was that it suddenly seemed to take Remus a lot longer to eat the chocolates, and that there was a lot more tongue involved in doing so.
His eyes fell on the next candy that Remus had pulled out.
"Banana," Remus murmured to himself, holding the elongated shape up to the light. Any remaining sanity left in Sirius' mind abruptly departed.
"Oh gods," he whimpered, and all but dashed upstairs, hoping against hope that the showers were all empty.
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Ten minutes later he came down and saw that Remus only had a heart shaped candy left.
"I saved one for you," he said with a smile, holding it out for Sirius to take. He did, and shoved in his mouth.
Next year I'll just get him a book, he thought with a slight shiver.