As this was done kinda late at night, on an idea that was no more than a whim, it's kinda crappy. I'm sorry.
Title: Under the Lights
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG-13/T
Under the lights, strange things occur. Those bluish-green beacons do strange things to the mind, they screw with the senses. People forget things under the influence of those lights. They're dangerous.
Under the lights, Remus is a completely different person. It's like the teal strobes are the full moon, and he transform under them as well. Only the lights attract others, not drive them away. But he doesn't let them near.
Under the lights, Remus belongs only to one person. As far as he's concerned, it's just the two of them, hips grinding and banging at odd intervals, but to them, it's a perfect rhythm. The sweat of their bodies blends together, sandy hair mingles with midnight locks as their foreheads touch, noses making perpetual contact. The contact of their lips, however, remains random. A long, passionate kiss here, a few casual brushes there. What they both share is a swollen lower lip, pouting and red from long sessions of sucking.
Under the lights, people lose track of themselves. No one ever suspects Remus, he's so out of character from the Remus they know – or think they know. They never suspect that the tawny head that nips at Sirius' collarbone belongs to the quiet, sensible Remus that enforces school rules by day.
Under the lights, social barriers come crashing down. Red on green, gold on silver, it doesn't matter who hated who during the day. You take what you can get. You take it, you run with it, and you get high off of it. The lights give the brain that buzzed feeling that is often found at teenage parties, but in the dorms, they don't need alcohol, don't need drugs. They get drunk on each other, high on life.
Under the lights, the music blares. Remus and Sirius fit together like a jigsaw puzzle, not allowing any air or a beam of light to pass between their bodies. They move, exaggerated jerks and rolls, never separating, always to the music. It's the beat of their relationship, the soundtrack of their love. It's as much a part of them as their flesh and blood.
Under the lights, anything can happen.
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