Disclaimer;;
I do not own Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, or any other character that might show up in the resulting story. They all belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note;;
:D Ihazreaders! This pleases me to no end but I'm really really glad that you guys like the story.
Warning;;
There's a bit of language coming up in this. And a bit more sexual stuff in this chapter. Just wanted to let y'know.
Sirius woke to James and Peter lurking over his bed, drawings pulled back. He sat up, scrambling back to the headboard, startled.
"What the bloody hell?" he glared at each of them in turn.
"You-you were," Peter blushed and looked at his feet. Sirius frowned and tugged his robes closer to him, quickly realizing what had happened.
"Sleeping. I was bloody sleeping," he growled, glancing out the window. The sun was halfway through the sky.
"Noo…you were growling and," James paused, looking caught between embarrassment and laughter, "moaning."Sirius' frown deepened and he couldn't stop the blush that began to creep over his face. This only helped James cross into laughter and Sirius punched him on his way to the bathroom, grabbing a fresh set of robes on the way. Peter had begun to giggle when he saw that Sirius was stalking off in the other direction. Their laughter only deepened his shame and he blushed more deeply than before. Merlin, first he lusted after the bloody werewolf, now he dreamed and moaned about him. Sirius scowled, locking the bathroom door behind him with both physical and magical means.
Lov-no. Lust…lust.
At least he could change the word. Lust he could live with…sort of. Lust for Remus Lupin was the strangest of all Sirius had felt. A desire of protection ran with this lust, a desire to take the werewolf to bed with him, simply to watch him fall asleep next to him. Sirius attempted to shake himself free of these thoughts, forcing himself to focus on a scalding hot shower, steaming up the bathroom far more than necessary. He didn't want to see James and Peter when he got out.
He ran a hand over the mirror, wiping some of the steam away, towel wrapped about his waist. As he dried his hair and whatnot, Sirius Black could not help but recall the faint memory of his dream. He could not help but recall running a hand along the thin thigh of Lupin during Charms, driving the werewolf crazy with desire. He could not help but recall sliding his hand further and further up, fingers tracing slow delicious patterns in terribly intimate patters. How Remus couldn't concentrate on his notes, how his breathing grew heavy and hitches as Sirius slid his hand within his robes. How Remus gave up completely when fingers wrapped about hot throbbing flesh.
"Argh!" Sirius threw himself away from the sink, utterly frustrated.
"Remus Lupin is my friend," he muttered, the sound of his voice somewhat calming him as he began to pace the bathroom in his towel. His hair still dripped, thick chunks falling into his eyes. He ignored them, concentrating on removing the thoughts from his mind.
"I do not desire Remus Lupin in any way whatsoever," Sirius growled, sitting on the edge of the sink for a moment moving towards the door on an impulse, "I do not love, lust, desire, whatever…I do not want to do anything with Remus Lupin." He flung the door open, barely remembering that he was still clad in a towel.
"Well, that's a terrible shame," Remus said, looking up from the novel he had in his hand, "'cause you're looking damn sexy in that towel." Sirius froze, a hand on the doorframe. Remus laughed, presumably at the other's expression and threw the novel facedown onto the bed. He looked much better although his color hadn't quite returned. He had apparently been back for a bit now, his clothes were straightened out and clean although he hadn't donned any robes.
Sirius couldn't help (Merlin, he couldn't help a lot of things when it came to Remus fucking Lupin) but let his eyes drift over the werewolf's shirt, the fabric clinging to him just right, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Pale thin scars decorated his forearms but simply helped his appearance rather than hampered it. Muggle jeans hugged his hips and his feet were bare. Remus noticed Sirius' somewhat long observation and laughed again, although much more softly and a bit of nervousness entered the rolling sound.
"Padfoot?" he asked, taking a few steps towards the teen. Sirius' eyes snapped up to meet Remus' and the pureblood moved back himself.
"I-I'm sorry. Give me a second…?"
Remus nodded and Sirius returned to the bathroom, not bothering to lock it now. It took him several moments to regain his self-control, to not fling the door open again and take Remus into his arms, to not crush his lips against the werewolf's incredibly delectable looking ones. He forced his mind blank and rhythmically got dressed, concentrating on each piece of clothing at a time. Sirius allowed himself to wonder if a good hot girl would break him of this nonsense. The first two weeks here at Hogwarts hadn't allowed him to survey the crop of girls. Perhaps a bit of a saliva-swapping session would cure him…?
His gut twisted in utter doubt.
"I didn't mean to throw you off," Remus said when Sirius reemerged from the bathroom, now properly dressed, robes and all.
"You-you didn't," Sirius said, running a hand through still damp hair, "How does that cliché go? 'It's not you, it's me'?" Remus nodded and laughed softly making Sirius' gut twisted further.
"Nice to see you looking better. Were they able to help your sickness?" Sirius asked, carefully moving to his trunk, keeping a good bit of distance between him and Remus. The latter paled slightly at his question although a slight blush managed to creep onto his face and Remus dropped his head.
"Er…no…no, actually. Dumbledore gave me some…ideas about what it could be," Remus said, "We think it's related to my, ah, condition." Sirius nodded, straightening.
"Think Prongs and Wormtail would be up to nicking stuff from the kitchen?" Remus asked.
"Probably. I doubt Wormtail will be able to make it to dinner without eating. We've missed lunch I suppose."
Remus smirked, "Yeah. Shall we hunt them down then?" Sirius grinned and followed the werewolf out of the door room. If anything, Remus was safe, happy and feeling better. That was the most important part right now.