"Sirius." The name was whispered as the two met in a silent corridor.
"Remus." The beautiful heir of the House of Black, with his lengthy black hair and grey eyes full of wanton mischief, made the werewolf's name seem almost a prayer, dropped from unholy lips.
"Sirius, I-" Remus started, but Sirius cut him off with a fierce kiss. It dissolved into want, need, clinging, searching, and feeling – and when the moment passed, Sirius remained in Remus' firm yet gentle grasp, still tracing kisses along the scars on his beloved. Eventually, those grey eyes met amber ones, a soft gaze drawing them closer once more.
"I love you."