Sirius sat cross-legged on his bed, watching Remus slip off his tie and unbutton his undershirt. The scars that covered his torso gleamed in the moonlight that filtered through their window, brushing his skin with rivulets of silver. Sirius thought he looked absolutely perfect.
"Come here," he said, holding out his arms. Remus lowered himself into bed with him, nestling into Sirius's chest. His cheek felt warm against Sirius's bare skin.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Remus asked softly. "Tonight?"
"I've never been surer of anything," Sirius replied. He paused. "Are you sure you want to do this, Moons? I mean, it's okay if you've changed your mind…."
"I haven't," Remus assured him. "I'm just not even sure what we're supposed to do."
Sirius smiled. "I'm sure we'll figure it out."
"I suppose so." Remus lifted his head and leaned forward to kiss Sirius, the touch of his lips instantly melting all his organs down to mush. Sirius cupped his palms around Remus's head, his thumbs gently stroking across his cheekbones as they kissed.
Remus slipped away from Sirius's lips and laid a trail of kisses down his chest. "Mmm," he said, drawing himself up and staring at what looked like blotches of ink that had materialized over one of Sirius's pecs. "What is that?"
"I got it a couple weeks ago in Hogsmeade." Sirius swiped his finger across the blotched ink, revealing the full tattoo: four prints, a hoof and two paws and a little rat hand. "It's us. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. You like it?"
"I do." Remus brushed his own fingers across the tattoo, prompting it to fade away into his skin again. "Any other secret tattoos I should know about?"
Sirius gave him a mischievous grin. "Only one way to find out."
Remus grinned back and returned to Sirius's mouth, biting at the corner of his lip, and the two of them tumbled over each other again and again, making a tangled mess of the sheets at their feet. Sirius's heart was pounding feverishly, but at the same time he felt a peculiar sense of calm settling over him, a sense of safety and closeness and warmth.
"Rwy'n dy garu di," Remus murmured into the back of his neck.
Sirius mmmd at him. "I love it when you speak Welsh, Re." He snuck an arm behind him to stroke Remus's hair. "What does it mean?"
"It means I love you."
"Oh." Sirius twisted around to meet his eyes, feeling his heart clench. "Well, then, druin dee gary dee you, too."
Remus smirked into Sirius's pillow. "Oh, Merlin, Sirius. Your pronunciation is atrocious."
"You know what I mean." Sirius kissed the bridge of Remus's nose. "I love you, you crazy, smart, nervous, ridiculously kind werewolf." He laced his fingers around Remus's arm, right over the bite marks left there by Fenrir Greyback so many years ago. "You're one of the best things that's ever happened to me, you know that?"
Remus covered Sirius's hand with his. "I do," he murmured. "Because that's exactly, one-hundred-percent the way I feel about you, no matter how broken and screwed-up you are. I—I'm not quite sure what I'd do without you, Sirius."
"You'd be a much better student, for one."
"Possibly," Remus admitted. "But I'm still pretty sure I'd trade a couple of N.E.W.T.s or O.W.L.s for a night like this with you any time."
Sirius smiled and drew Remus in closer, tracing his fingers along the slight stubble shadowing his jaw. "We'd better make it quite a night, then," he replied.
