Now, Sakai Michiba presents:
Quiet
Part 22 of the Smitten series
When the sun set, Sirius shivered there in the darkness, staring up at the sky with itchy, swollen eyes. He was allergic to something in the grass, but he could not go back into the house yet. He knew he had made an arse of himself, and he was humiliated. He could practically see Remus smiling and eating dinner with his parents, glad he was out of the house because he had been such a jerk.
It was only when he started hearing night creatures prowling around that he decided it was time to go back, and so he crept back up to the house and peeked in the kitchen window. He expected to see Remus downstairs helping Flora with dinner, but instead it was just Flora at the sink. She was not washing the dishes, but staring at the water with knitted eyebrows.
Sirius swallowed his pride and went to the front door, giving a weak little knock. Flora opened the door and looked at him for a moment before she reached up and touched his cheek. "He's upstairs, sweetheart," she said quietly, and she stepped aside to let him through. "He's probably asleep…Don't wake his father."
He nodded a little and went quietly upstairs, opening the bedroom door and closing it once he was inside. It was silent and dark, the only sound being Remus's quiet breathing. He crept over to the bed and looked down at his sleeping boyfriend, seeing the Prefect badge in his hand, and he moved to take it from him. He looked at it in his hand and nodded to himself, setting it on the nightstand before he brought the blanket back over his lover's bare shoulder.
Remus breathed in deeply and grunted before he opened his eyes and blinked at Sirius, his eyes finally sliding into focus. Sirius expected a smile, a pat of the mattress, anything but what happened. The lycanthrope's eyes widened before filling with tears, and he looked sharply away. "Go the fuck away," he whispered, and he brought the blankets up over his head.
Sirius felt his heart break, and he grabbed those blankets, throwing them off of Remus and closing his eyes when he saw that Remus had not even bothered to get dressed. "Don't…" he whimpered, and he crawled onto the bed, spooning Remus. "I'm sorry. Remus, I'm so sorry." His breath was warm on Remus's neck, and he felt his breath catch in his throat.
"You are pretty fucking sorry," Remus hissed, and he stared at the wall, trying to ignore the heat on his neck and the terribly warm body behind him. He fought the urge to lean back into him, and he sniffed a little.
"I know. I'm the sorriest motherfucker alive," Sirius moaned, and he tried to pull Remus closer, drawing him back so they were pressed together inch for inch. "I'm lucky if you ever look at me again. You should hate me forever and I'm so sorry because you mean everything to me, Remus." His hand shakily moved to find Remus's, and he kissed the back of his neck when Remus took that hand and held it. "Forgive me, please…Even if I don't deserve it?"
Remus closed his eyes and shivered in the cool air, trying to stop crying because he felt stupid. Sirius's lips felt like redemption against his skin, and he unintentionally pressed back against him. Sirius's arms wound tighter around him, and he felt his mouth open as gentle teeth scraped against his shoulder. "Why should I forgive you?" he asked, swallowing hard as Sirius's fingers laced with his and their legs twined. "Why the fuck should I forgive you after what you said to me?"
"You shouldn't," Sirius said quietly, and he rolled Remus onto his back so he could look at him. Their eyes met there in the darkness, and Sirius brought his hand up to touch the tears that just would not stop on his lover's cheeks. "God, Remus, I'm such a fuck-up." He leaned in and kissed his cheek, tasting the salt and feeling guilty. "I want you to be a Prefect. I want you to do it, if for no other reason than that you want to. Besides…they have a really fantastic bathroom." He smiled as Remus managed a laugh, and he began kissing his lower lip.
"They do have a nice bathroom," Remus whispered, and he slipped a hand into Sirius's hair. "I thought you were breaking up with me…"
"Couldn't ever break up with you," Sirius whispered, and he trailed his lips over Remus's cheeks, forehead, and lips. He grabbed the blankets with his toes and brought them high enough so he could take them with his hand and drag them back over. "Not ever. Not even when we're eighty and decrepit and our bits don't work anymore."
Remus seized the hem of Sirius's shirt and pulled it off of him, closing his eyes as Sirius moved on top of him. "Promise?" Remus asked quietly, and he shuddered as Sirius removed the rest of his clothes. Remus knew he was easy, knew that Sirius could get him to do anything he wanted him to do, but it just did not seem to matter. When Sirius lay against him, naked and so warm, Remus wrapped his arms around his neck.
"I promise. Promise, promise, promise…God, Remus, let me fuck you, please…" he begged, and he reached down to lift his lover's hips, pressing the head of his cock to his arse. "Please…"
Remus's eyes glazed over, and he spread his legs a little. He wanted it, he realized. He wanted it more than anything, but as Sirius tried to push into him, he winced and shook his head. "No, nonono…We need lube or something…It hurts when you do that…" He blushed when he realized that he was shaking, and he smiled as Sirius kissed his neck. "Sorry…"
Sirius shook his head. "No, don't apologize. I bought some for us today in Hogsmeade, 'cause we were running out. Thought James was going to die of embarrassment…" He reached down to his discarded pants and removed a bottle from the pocket, placing it under Remus's pillow before he began to kiss him fiercely on the lips.
Remus's eyes fell closed and he arched his hips up, wanting to feel Sirius all over him. He had been sexually frustrated all day, and now that Sirius was kissing him like this, he was sure he would blow his load the moment he was touched. Sirius poured lube liberally in his hand and slid it down between their legs, sliding a finger into Remus, who gasped and tightened his hold on him. "S-Sirius, I think…I don't think I'm ready yet." He did not want to admit he was scared of it and that he was scared it would hurt. From what he had felt minutes before, it had hurt.
Sirius grinned and nodded, sliding his finger out of Remus, who then shook his head. "I didn't say you couldn't…you know. Do that," the lycan claimed, and he grinned as Sirius moaned and kissed his ear.
"I can think of…something else I'd like to do to you," Sirius breathed, and he kissed down to Remus's chest, his tongue flicking against his nipples. Remus huffed and lay flat back against the mattress, hands clutching at the sheets in anticipation.
The remainder of this chapter has been archived at LJ (sakaim. livejournal. com) due to its very graphic nature. Remove the spaces in the link and have a look (I promise, it's worth it!).
