AN: Inspired by a story request from tigergirl-moonstar. Please note that I have taken some personal liberties with the storyline and certain characters. For example, Tonks is born in 1962 instead of 1973.

Disclaimer: All characters are owned by JK Rowling except any OCs.

Warnings: Slash, torture, angst, abuse, abduction, sexual themes

Chapter 9

The Date

Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and leader of the Order of the Phoenix, stood at the head of the table, his normally twinkling eyes a little less twinkley as they peered over his half-moon spectacles at the members of the Order of the Phoenix. Remus found his mouth to be dry and unable to swallow. They were discussing his abduction and time with the Death Eaters, bringing him back to those three days that he'd rather forget. Thankfully, he hadn't been asked to recant the events, but just explain what Voldemort, or You-Know-Who, as they'd taken to calling him, had been asking for. Remus had been careful to avoid mentioning that he was their Secret Keeper or that Voldemort had suspected it. That information was reserved for only a chosen few.

"I believe that this can mean only one thing," Dumbledore said, his gravelly voice falling over the room. "It would appear that the Death Eaters were provided information about the close nature of the relationship between Remus and the Potters." The room was silent, expectant eyes on the bearded wizard. "That is to say, there is a spy among us." Whispers began to erupt slowly and eyes darted between their neighbors, each wondering who could possibly be the one to sell them out. The whispers went on for a moment longer, but quickly silenced as Dumbledore began again. "This changes nothing. We will still do everything in our power to go forth and fight the evil that is threatening to take hold. Now, I believe Kingsley has some points of interest for us. Kingsley?" Remus' friend and boss stood up and nodded his head in thanks to Dumbledore, who now took a seat.

"First, I would like to state that, as we all know now, there is some kind of trace on You-Know-Who's name. Dumbledore and myself have discussed this and we believe he is using the Taboo curse. He is using this curse to allow his Death Eaters to pinpoint targets. We have already seen the effects of this in a Death Eater attack on Tonks and Molly. Were it not for the quick actions of James, Remus, and his friend the consequences could have been dire."

Gideon Prewett, who was Molly's bother, placed a hand on Remus' shoulder and beamed at him from the seat next to him. Remus felt guilty, despite the other man's gratitude. His shame at having frozen in the sight of Bellatrix Lestrange still sat with him. Kingsley's next words shook him from his thoughts, however.

"Remus' friend is Sirius Black, whom we know to be a Death Eater. However, he says that he has defected and has attempted to prove this to us by providing us with information regarding the Taboo curse, as well as by assisting Remus in his escape, and, of course, fighting against the Death Eaters to defend Tonks and Molly. Remus has asked for us to consider allowing Sirius Black into the Order -"

"Absolutely not!" All eyes went to Dora, whose hair was a fierce shade of red, short and spiky as she stood in her chair a few seats down from Kingsley and directly across from Remus. "He is a Death Eater! He has already sworn his allegiance and it was to the wrong side. He may just be using Remus to get into the Order and gain our secrets!" Murmurs drifted between the members as Remus' blood boiled. How dare she speak out against Sirius after he came to her rescue?

"This is ridiculous," Remus announced, standing as well. Dora's eyes narrowed at him and seemed to flash a dark red, daring him to continue. "Sirius has as much, and probably more to lose at this point. His family will have outcast him by now, and there's probably an order to kill him on site - or worse! They will probably take him back to be tortured! He has already done so much for us! How can you say these things after he had gone to rescue you?" Dora scowled deeply.

"You only think so highly of him because he has twisted you, bewitched you even. How else do you explain suddenly breaking off our years long relationship so that another man can stay with you?" Louder voices now could be heard discussing Dora's accusations. Remus, extremely embarrassed, could not believe that Dora was outing him in an Order meeting, and was choking on his words, trying to find a way to defend himself. His silence seemed to egg the rest of the members on until finally Dumbledore stood again, demanding the attention of all the witches and wizards in the room.

"We shall vote," Dumbledore announced. "All in favor of allowing Sirius into our fold say 'aye', all those opposed 'nay'." The members of the Order were very intent now, awaiting the vote. Dumbledore nodded and began. "All those in favor?" Remus found his voice accompanied only by James, Lily, Molly, and Arthur. "All those against?" The room echoed with the resounding 'nay' and Remus' heart sank. Dumbledore, who had neglected to vote either way, fixed his eyes on Remus. "It would seem that there is not enough evidence at this time to convince the members of Sirius' good intentions." The words gave Remus some hope, though they closed the topic for the time being. Dumbledore's blue eyes were on Kingsley again. "Did you have further announcements, Kingsley?" The dark-skinned wizard stood again.

"Just one more, sir. It has been announced that Bartemius Crouch Senior, as part of his campaign for the upcoming election for Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, will allow for the authorization of aurors to use the Unforgivable Curse against Death Eaters, which will give us quite the advantage." Many of the heads around the table nodded in vigorous agreement, Alastor Moody's most of all, his magical eye spinning wildly. Dora caught Remus' eye at the announcement, and smirked. He could almost hear her thinking that these curses could be used against Sirius. Remus, who had previously supported Crouch, now found himself desperately hoping he wouldn't win the election.

The Order meeting ended with more announcements from Dumbledore, who stated that an inside source was informing him that Voldemort was gaining ground with outcast groups to gain more power over the wizarding community. Remus' heart sank. He knew that he should have been working the past full moon to speak with the werewolf packs in the hopes of preventing them from dealing with Voldemort, despite the fact that the Ministry and wizarding community as a whole outcast them so. Now it seemed that he was going to begin his focus on the giants. Hagrid, the half-giant Hogwarts grounds keeper, offered to travel to the giants and attempt to speak with them. Dumbledore agreed to the offer, but made Hagrid promise to return if things got out of hand as "Hogwarts could not bear to lose their greatest grounds keeper". Hagrid had positively shown with pride after that.

Finally, the meeting was complete and the members were filing out, some by floo, and even a couple by broomstick. Dora quickly approached Remus, now that the meeting was over. She'd let her hair become longer and the mousy brown color it naturally was. Her eyes reverted to a bright golden-brown color.

"Remus," she said quietly, placing on a hand on the crook of Remus' arm as if to keep him from running away. "I'm sorry." Remus felt his anger welling up again.

"You deliberately embarrassed me in front of everybody to defame Sirius." A look of hurt flashed across her face.

"No, no, surely you can see. I didn't mean to embarrass you, but you've been ignoring the facts! We were doing great, and then you came back with Sirius and now look at us!" Remus shook his head and pulled his arm away from Dora.

"No, Dora. Look at you. Sirius has done nothing, but you..." Remus let the sentence trail off and turned to leave. Dora may have wanted to go after him, but if she did she must have felt the public environment they were in was not appropriate, as she held back. Dumbledore was speaking to James and Lily and they beckoned him over. Despite the fact that they were not so far away, he could not hear a word and supposed that Dumbledore may have cast a silencing charm. Once he was close enough, the noise of the rest of the room dulled then silenced entirely as he was allowed into the charm.

"Hello Remus," Lily greeted with a smile and then a grimace as she looked behind him at what he suspected must have been Dora. "That looked... awkward." Remus gaze drifted over his shoulder to see Dora, who was walking away toward the fireplace.

"Tell me about it."

"She'll probably come over later to ask why we didn't support her in the vote," Lily sighed. "I love her, but she has got to let this one go." Dumbledore smiled at them, amused, then allowed his expression to sober completely.

"I wanted to speak to you three about the Secret Keeper position." Remus swallowed thickly, hoping the conversation wouldn't turn to his abductions again. "As you know, I suspect there is someone among us who sold you out. Remus, you have been very faithful to the Potters, but perhaps it is time to choose a new Keeper?"

"What? No!" Remus heart jumped into his throat. "I can do this, Headmaster, I swear it!"

"Now, Remus," Dumbledore cajoled, "nobody is doubting your capabilities, but surely you can see the danger."

"Sir, I insist. I have sworn on my life to protect my friends and I will be damned if I am not doing just that." Dumbledore's eyes drifted from Remus to James and Lily, raising the question to them. James shared a look with Lily before answering.

"Remus is my best mate, Headmaster. If he says he's fine, there's nobody I would trust more with the lives of my family." The old wizard nodded curtly.

"Very well then. I believe that we should take further precaution with your safety in light of recent events. It may be best that you two begin to stay within your home, even if that means missing Order meetings. I am sure that Remus will keep you involved as much as can be. Should you need any assistance, do not hesitate to call on me. Please, be cautious. " Those clear blue eyes drifted between the friends again before focusing on James as though to drive the point home. James nodded to convey his understanding. With nothing more to say, the wizard turned and left. As he did, the sound of the room returned.

"Hey!" An excitable voice alerted Remus and turned to see a short, pudgy, brown-haired wizard smiling brightly. "I'm so happy to see you!" Peter Pettigrew had been a friend of Remus and James since their first day of Hogwarts. However, unlike Remus and James, Peter didn't excel in academics, though that didn't stop him from eventually learning how to be an animagus so that he could spend time with James and Remus on full moons while they were in school. Remus found that he, too, had missed Peter very much and embraced his friend warmly.

"Hello, Peter, I missed you very much! Although, what's this?" Remus held Peter back so he could see the man in full view.

"Oh, do you mean my haircut?" The wizard spoke with pride and had a large smile on his face as Remus appraised his hair, which was rather short in the front, despite being quite long in the back. "It's called a 'mullet'. James recommended it. Do you like it?" Remus eyed his other friend warily, who was struggling to contain his smile. Even Lily was alternating between glaring at her husband and trying not to laugh. Peter was still looking at Remus expectantly when he turned back, a hopeful smile on his face.

"It's, er, dashing, really." Peter seemed to accept his answer as his smile grew.

"Oh, thank you. I rather like it myself. I think I'll keep it." Remus nodded weakly as the friends dissolved into conversation. Peter, who hadn't seen Remus since his disappearance, begged for details on what he mused must have been a 'very heroic escape'. Remus, in turn, uncomfortably explained that Moony had done most of the work and that he'd just sat back for the ride and that Sirius had covered him, making sure nobody followed. At the mention of Sirius, Peter had grown somewhat worried.

"They are saying he's a Death Eater," he said, sounding almost frightened. James threw an arm around his shorter friend.

"No need to worry about Sirius, he's not really a Death Eater. He's a good guy really!" Peter seemed unconvinced.

"Tonks said that you two broke up because of him. Is that true?" Remus sighed audibly.

"We didn't break up because of Sirius. We were bound to break up regardless!" Peter nodded, accepting his explanation.

"So, is it true that he's staying with you then?" James grinned slyly at Remus. Lily, even, couldn't help the smile that crossed her face as she caught Remus' eye knowingly.

"Well, err," Remus was not comfortable discussing his relationship - if you could call it that - with Sirius so soon in the game. "I guess you could say that. I mean, he is staying at my flat."

"But," Peter stammered, "I mean are you two... you know..."

"Shagging! He wants to know if you're shagging!"

"James!" Lily smacked her husband in the arm, admonishingly, even as she laughed. Remus wanted to die right then and there.

"No! We are not shagging, Merlin!"

"But, Remus, you are going on a date tonight aren't you?" Remus glared at Lily, feeling very self conscious.

"Well, I mean, yeah, but that doesn't mean we're shagging!"

"Yet," James supplied with a wide grin. Peter turned wide eyes at Remus.

"So, it's true then?" Remus sighed again.

"Yes, I suppose it is." Peter still looked shocked.

"But... he's a... you're a... but..." Remus rolled his eyes.

"Yes we are both men, Peter."

"So, are you, er, gay then?" Remus sputtered, though he should have seen the question coming.

"What? No? I mean, well, er, no... no I don't think so. I like women too." James was laughing out loud at this point, completely unable to assist Remus with his explanation. Lily wasn't much help either, despite seeming so much more mature than her husband, as she fell against James' arm, giggling uncontrollably. Peter looked very uncomfortable.

"Well," Remus announced. "As mentioned, I do have a date tonight, so I am going to leave and get ready." Lily managed to get control of herself and nodded as she leaned forward to hug Remus and peck him on the cheek.

"Have a good time, Remus. We'll all have to hang out soon!" James waved Remus off and Peter waved as well, still seeming uncomfortable. With a pop! Remus disapparated to his flat, happy to be out of the awkward situation and suddenly quite nervous for the evening.

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"So where are we going?" Sirius turned toward his date, a little nervous. They'd just finished getting ready. While there was little mystery as to what the other would be wearing as they were in the same flat and had to share the bathroom, Sirius was still impressed with Remus' choice of clothes. He'd decided to dress simply, donning black slacks and a white oxford shirt with the top buttons undone. Over that, he'd thrown a simple, but very nice, black cloak with silver fastenings. On his feet, Sirius noted with amusement that Remus had chosen to wear a pair of muggle shoes he'd called "chucks". These were red, standing out from the outfit and giving him an edgy look that Sirius found he rather liked.

For his part, Sirius had chosen his favorite of his new garments: a fitted black robe that hugged his torso and a billowy charcoal-gray cloak with black leather straps for fastenings. He'd spent a few moments earlier cleaning his only shoes, thankful that they were black dress shoes and would go with any of the new clothes he purchased.

"Well," Sirius began to answer Remus' question. "If I told you where we are going it would ruin the surprise." He held out his arm to his date and Remus took it with a smile. With a sharp turn they disapparated and soon appeared in the quiet, sleepy town of Godric's Hollow.

At Christmas time, Godric's Hollow looked like something out of a picture book. Sirius' family used to visit during the winter and eat at a wizarding restaurant in the town before his mother became obsessed with the Dark Lord. As things stood now, he had no fear that his family would arrive in the sleepy town. Snow drifted lightly down around them, illuminated by the warm glow of the street lamps.

"This is Godric's Hollow," Sirius explained. "My family used to come here when I was a kid, but then my mother wanted to disassociate since it's named after Godric Gryffindor." When he turned to look at Remus, expecting happiness or excitement, he instead saw alarm. "Is everything ok?" Remus' eyes snapped toward him and he seemed to hesitate before smiling warmly.

"Yes, everything is fine," he assured.

"Have you been here before?"

"Yes, but not on a date." Remus seemed very genuine and continued to smile. "So where are you taking me?" Sirius smiled, noticing at that moment that Remus' hand was still on his arm. He felt proud and warm, despite the cold night. Putting his hand on top of Remus', Sirius pulled him a little closer and led him down the cobblestoned street, not answering the question. A few strides down the road was a street lamp that lit up a door that stood between two muggle storefronts, fairly squashed between them. Over the door there was a wooden sign that simply read "Geoffrey's". Upon closer inspection, one would find that the door, while small, was constructed of quality wood with an ornate iron handle. As Sirius reached for the handle, the door opened on its own and the warm air and smell of quality food beckoned them inside.

Remus' eyes lit up at the sight of the restaurant. Sirius tried to imagine what he was thinking and was pleased to see the amazement on the shorter wizard's face. Geoffrey's was quite a sight to behold. While the entrance was very small and simple, once the doors opened patrons were ushered into a purely wizarding establishment, and a very fine one at that. The restaurant was much larger than the outside would indicate with walls that were adorned in gold-leaf rococo fashion with glittering fairies that danced along the ceiling, providing a soft illumination that was highly pleasant. Lit candles floated above highly polished hardwood tables providing additional light and what sounded like a pleasantly burbling brook filled the air. The majority of the tables were already filled, but Sirius was not concerned.

A well-dressed host approached them from a podium, eying their closeness in a way that Sirius hoped didn't make Remus uncomfortable.

"Good evening, gentlemen, how may I help you?"

"I have a reservation under Sirius Black." If the host was judging them before, he quickly changed his mind. The Black name opened many doors, the majority of them no questions asked.

"Yes, sir, right this way." The host turned on his heels, leading them toward the back of the restaurant. Sirius had floo'd earlier to make the reservation before Remus had come home and specifically requested they be placed at a table as far away from the others as possible. While the Geoffrey's was indeed larger on the inside than one would expect, Sirius was still disappointed to find that the table was not as far from the rest as he would have liked. Eyes had followed the pair as they crossed the dining room, and Sirius could feel their judgment of them, and him especially. While it was not considered proper for two wizards to court, it was especially undesirable among the rich, pure-blood families, who insisted that magical bloodlines be continued. This table, while farther from the rest, was still in the line of sight.

"Is this the most secluded table you have?" The host looked toward him, surprised.

"This is the furthest in the dining room, sir." Sirius didn't feel this would do at all. The last thing Sirius wanted was for either of them to be recognized or for Remus to feel uncomfortable because other diners were looking in on their date.

"I insist on have the most secluded table possible. I specified as much earlier. If there is another seat - even if it is not in the main dining room - that is what I am asking for." The host thought to himself a moment, nodded. With a flourish of his wand and a whispered "Locomotor!" he levitated the table and chairs and led them toward a door in the wall, through the kitchen and past several surprised chefs, and out the back door into a small alley, Remus and Sirius following all the while. Once in the open air, the furniture was set down and the host promptly summoned a jar and charmed a blue fire into it to act as light and provide warmth to the couple.

"I hope this is satisfactory," the host said, turning toward Sirius.

"Thank you, this is perfect." The host smiled in turn and assured them their waiter would be with them momentarily. Sirius turned toward Remus who, as impressed as he had been before, appeared thoroughly flabbergasted now.

"How did you manage this?" Remus asked as Sirius pulled out his chair, insisting on being a gentleman. The black-haired wizard shrugged.

"Being a Black has its perks." Remus looked as though he couldn't believe such a simple explanation was enough, but before he could say anything the door to Geoffrey's opened and another wizard, dressed as nicely as the host, approached their table, a dark bottle of wine in hand.

"Good evening, Gentlemen. My name is Claude, I will be your server. Might I start you off with a glass of Superior Red?" Sirius accepted the wine, and only half listened as the waiter described the night's menu, his eyes fixated on Remus, who seemed intent on the waiter's words, drinking in the moment. Without truly listening to the waiter, Sirius let him leave and sipped from his glass of wine, his eyes still trained on his date, butterflies alighting in his stomach as Remus' eyes fell onto his, the green flecks in his eyes caught in the blue firelight.

"Sirius, this place is incredible. I'd have never known it was here in Godric's Hollow."

"Well," Sirius grinned, "I figured you introduced me to pizza, I'd have to think of something to show you. This is the nicest restaurant I can think of."

"It's certainly the nicest I've ever been to," Remus agreed.

"I had to impress you somehow." Those woodsy eyes held Sirius' again, making him excited and eager to please.

"So, you came here with your family?" Sirius smiled as he thought about the last time his family had come here.

"The last time we came, I was just about to start Hogwarts. We used to come here for special occasions. After I started school, though, my father died. After that, my mother became devoted to You-Know-Who and we didn't go out much after that." Sirius felt Remus' fingers against his hand and looked down briefly at the small touch before returning his gaze to Remus.

"I understand what it's like to have a hard childhood," Remus assured. "When I was very young I got bit. My parents tried to do everything they could for me, but... Well, it's hard to raise a werewolf. We were really surprised that Hogwarts let me in." Sirius smiled warmly.

"I wish I'd known you then. I mastered the animagus transformation my third year. I know your transformations are rough. I could have helped you." Remus returned the smile.

"That's why James and Peter became animagus. But," their eyes locked meaningfully, "I'd have really liked to have been friends with you." Briefly, Sirius imagined how his life may have turned out had they not been friends. Maybe if he'd been sorted into Gryffindor they would have been close? Maybe he'd never have become a Death Eater, and they could have each other to the rough parts of their childhood? Desperately, he wished to have a Time Turner at that moment so he could go back and befriend Remus at Hogwarts. "But you know," Remus interrupted his thoughts, "I'm glad you're here now." Sirius let the warmth of the words wash over him and found that, despite everything that had happened in the past, this was a truly happy moment.

The rest of the dinner was spent with the two wizards trading stories of their childhood. While the food was exquisite, it paled in comparison to their companionship as they laughed about the tricks Sirius had played on his brother once he'd become an animagus, and the antics of Prongs, Wormtail, and Moony - the Marauders, as they'd taken to calling themselves. By the time the tab was paid, leaving Sirius' mokeskin pouch significantly lighter, they were well-fed and warm from the buzz of the wine.

It was quite late now, leaving the couple alone in the quiet street to enjoy the soft decorative lights of the town. As they walked, a gentle snow began to fall, dusting them with white flakes that clung to their hair and shoulders.

"I'm really happy we came here tonight," Remus announced contentedly as they strolled near the church with its stained glass windows. The snow glistened with the colored light and the flakes calling from the sky caught it in stunning displays. Looking down at his infatuation, Sirius was stunned by the way the snow and the warm red and gold glow coming from the church illuminated Remus in a way that made his heart ache to hold him close. Just as he'd been about to reach toward him, Remus placed a firm hand on the back of his neck and dragged his face down, capturing his lips in a kiss that conveyed exactly how happy he was. His lips were sweet and tasted of the red, fruity wine they'd been drinking, making Sirius feel he could become drunk just from their affection alone.

"Let's get out of here," Sirius whispered hoarsely as Remus mouth moved to his neck, his teeth lightly grazing that spot where his shoulder and neck met, causing his knees to nearly buckle. Within a moment a sharp tug at his navel indicated that Remus had disapparated. Nearly instantaneously, they apparated again into the warm flat and Sirius felt the back of his legs push against something, causing him to fall back onto the mattress of the bedroom, Remus' lips still on his neck.

There, in the warm air of the flat, Sirius had a moment of clarity, despite feeling both the effects of the strong wine and his lust for Remus.

"Remus," he whispered, pushing up gently on the man's shoulders so they could look at each other properly.

"Yes?" Sirius licked his lips nervously, but determined to do things right.

"Are you sure about this? It's still so soon. I'd understand if you want to wait -" Remus' fingers pressed against his lips, silencing his protest.

"These are wartimes, Sirius. We don't have the luxury of sitting and waiting to make our moves. Even if we did, I know that I want to be with you here, right now, doing this." Remus' eyes bored into his own, as if to impress Sirius with his sincerity. Finally, he gave in to their desires and pulled Remus down to kiss him, first tenderly, and then with increased urgency as they fed each other's lust.

Remus' hands wound their between the buttons of Sirius' robe and onto his chest. A low hiss ground out between his teeth as the cold digits rubbed against his nipple, his cock instantly hardening and straining against the thick fabric. Deciding he couldn't let Remus have all the control, Sirius lifted his hands to Remus' shoulders, repositioned his legs, and with a small grunt shifted them so that Remus was now beneath him, his lips parted in a pant and a wild look in his eyes that let Sirius know he could be dangerous if he wanted, turning him on even more. Remus' hands were on his hips then, pressing their pelvises together, forcing their cocks to rock against one another, urging a moan from Sirius who, despite his best intentions, found that Remus was determined to be in charge.

Once again he found himself pulled against those lips even as his own hands deftly unbuttoned Remus' shirt, giving up on the last few and ripping it open with abandon, causing the remaining buttons to pop off and scatter into oblivion. The brunet beneath him wasted no time either, forcing off Sirius' cloak and robe. Sooner than expected the men were naked, running their hands against their flesh, eyes half closed as they relished the sensations flowing through them. Sirius ran sloppy kisses down Remus' neck and chest, stopping to run his tongue against a pert nipple, which resulted in a drawn out groan and the twitch of his cock. Unable to stop the rush, Sirius allowed himself the pleasure of delving downward toward Remus' pelvis, stopping to feather kisses and provide nips of affection where appropriate, until finally he was at his prize.

Remus' cock was nestled amongst a nest of curly hair, standing proud with a pearl of precum right at the slit, tempting Sirius. Tentatively, he wrapped his fingers around Remus and looked up so their eyes could meet. He was worried that he was pushing Remus to hard, that he might already be changing his mind. What he saw, however, was a wild lust that seemed to insist he continue. Not one to disappoint, Sirius obliged. His tongue darted out, licking the salty head of Remus' cock before engulfing him, using his hand to stroke what wouldn't fit, loving the heft and girth, his other hand already stroking his own straining organ.

"Sirius," came Remus' raspy voice, even as his balls were tightening against Sirius' hand. A tug at his shoulders brought Sirius back to face-level with Remus. The second of confusion was replaced with understanding as he felt Remus', legs lift around his hips, granting him access.

"Lube," Sirius responded, eager to please, but also not to hurt him.

"Fuck," Remus gasped. "I don't have any." Sirius smiled, trying and failing to hold back his amusement.

"Don't worry, I know a spell." Leaving the comfort of Remus spread legs, Sirius delved into the pocket of his robe and produced his wand, returned to Remus, and quickly muttered the words to produce a slick substance from the tip, which he poured into his open palm. He spread the slightly warm substance onto his cock, making sure his fingers were slicked as well.

"That's handy," Remus said, once again pulling Sirius towards him. Rather than respond, Sirius smiled against those soft-yet-firm lips as his hand wandered down between Remus' legs. Gently, he slipped in first one digit and then another, preparing Remus so that everything could be as pain-free as possible. Thrusting his fingers inside, curling them slightly, Sirius finally found his target and a load moan tore from Remus, his cock twitching mercilessly. "Merlin, Sirius, do that again!" He was practically riding the fingers within him and Sirius was losing himself to the sight. If he didn't act soon, he was going to cum just from this.

"Are you ready?" Sirius leaned in and whispered against Remus' ear. For his part, Remus was lost in the throes of his own ecstasy and could only nod his head as he rent another moan. Not needing further encouragement, Sirius lined his cock up against Remus' opening and pushed inside. The heat and tightness closed in on him, nearly bringing him to the edge in one thrust.

As soon as he was buried to the hilt, he paused a moment, permitting Remus to adjust before rocking out and back in, slowly at first as he sought Remus' prostate once more. It didn't take him long as Remus cried out, indicating he'd found the right angle. With that, Sirius pulled out and thrust in again, and again, and again. Each time, brushing against that spot. Remus' walls closed tightly around him and before he knew what was happening, hot cum was shot all over his chest as Remus let out a low groan, bearing down on him, his fingers scratching into his back where he'd been hold Sirius close. After that, Sirius thrust once, twice more before spilling himself into his lover and falling against him in a heap of sweat and cum.

Unable to speak, their breath came in quick gasps, their hearts pounded ferociously. Sirius laid his head next to Remus', and wrapped his arms around the other's torso, riding the last waves of their orgasmic bliss. Vaguely, he realized he'd never felt anything this good from any of his sexual exploits, ever. It wasn't just the sex, either. He found himself longing to hold Remus close, to impress upon him the weight of his emotions, which were only growing heavier, and yet more wonderful with each passing day. Distantly, he thought to himself, maybe he loved Remus? He smiled, though, and decided to keep that thought close to himself, like a picture tucked away in a locket. It was much too soon, but someday, after some time and thought, he could tell Remus then.