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.

"Sirius."

Soft lips trailed across Sirius' collar bone, bringing him from the edge of sleep.

"Good morning," he murmured his voice thick with sleep. Remus kissed him lightly on the lips, making his stomach flutter for a moment.

"We're still in the library," Remus whispered, lips ghosting over Sirius' jaw down towards his ear. This made the Anamagi fully awake although he couldn't help but be pleased about sleeping next to Remus all night.

"Shit, we better get back," Sirius scrambled to his feet, stumbling over the bench and falling off the table.

"That was sexy," Remus laughed although he stopped once Sirius gained his feet. His shirt was still undone, bright red marks and deep bruises shadowing his neck and parts of his chest. His long black hair was tousled and fell into his eyes. Sirius stretched, somewhat oblivious to Remus watching him, raising his arms above his head. Remus couldn't help but scrambled off the table and pull him into a heart stopping kiss. Apparently, Remus hadn't quite shaken off the desires and silent needs of last night. Sirius stumbled backwards into a bookshelf, writhing against Remus. He half-wished that Remus would take him here and now.

They jumped apart at the sound of the library doors opening and closing suddenly.

"Shit," Remus growled. The two scrambled to collect their things before hiding in between some bookshelves. Remus, clutching the Invisibility Cloak, was already dressed and rather presentable although the previous kiss had left a bit of a flush on his cheeks. Sirius watched him for a moment as he struggled to button up his shirt properly and smooth his hair as much as possible.

They could hear the librarian moving about, towards them actually. Remus looked at Sirius and the two moved deeper into the library, hoping to remain out of sight until they could safely leave. Remus was peering down an aisle, unaware that Sirius was watching his ass. Sirius licked his lips, grinning to himself as he gripped his boyfriend from behind, arms ensnaring the other's waist. Remus squeaked with surprise although a moan quickly rippled from his throat as the taller boy's mouth found its way to his ear.

"We're going to get caught," he whispered. Sirius simply kissed down lower on his neck, as far as he could reach. Remus' knees went a little weak as he suckled on a particular spot, making Sirius chuckle.

"I don't think you really care," he murmured, nosing through Remus' hair to come to the other side of his neck. The werewolf simply made some sort of noise, pressing backwards into Sirius as lips suckled on his earlobe. The sounds of the librarian made them jump again and they laughed at themselves before making a swift and sort of silent exit.

Only a few students were roaming the corridors. It was early but obviously breakfast hadn't ended. Sirius was glad; he was suddenly starving. They earned only a few sidelong glances and even a jab and a wolf whistle from two Slytherin students who were quickly shut up with a silent Bat-Bogey Hex from Sirius. Remus gave the password to The Fat Lady who sleepily let them in to an empty Gryffindor Common Room.

"Have a little too much fun last night?" James asked upon their entrance to the dorm. He was drying his hair with a towel, apparently attempting to not let a single drop dampen his clothes. He was failing miserably.

"We fell asleep," Sirius said, taking the Cloak from Remus and chucking it at James. Remus shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Suure you did," James teased, throwing his damp towel back at Sirius.

"Where's Peter?" Sirius asked, proceeding to undress and find something clean and decent to wear all at the same time.

"Dunno. He was gone when I got out of the shower," James said, glancing at Sirius, "Damn Sirius. Did Remus try to eat you?"

"What?"

"Come here," James shoved Sirius towards the full length mirror that stood in a corner and tugged somebody's robe off of it. Sirius had taken off his shirt and anyone could easily see the bite marks and bruises covering his neck and shoulders, a few nips trailing down towards his chest too.

"Remus claimed his bitch last night, eh?"

Sirius promptly punched James in the arm, "Now you're my bitch. Shut up."

"Bloody hell, that hurt," James whined although he was smirking.

"You deserved it," Sirius growled, stalking off to find a clean shirt and to hide the bemused grin on his face. He had noticed a near perfect bite mark at the place where his neck met his shoulder and was rather pleased by it. He managed to tug a shirt on before Remus emerged from his shower, still damp and hair dripping onto his skin. James took one look at Sirius' face and shook his head.

"See you guys in the Hall," he left the dorm room.

"They leave us alone a lot," Remus commented, tugging his clothes on and pointedly ignoring Sirius' stares, "You should close your mouth before you drool on your clothes." Sirius glared at him. He couldn't help it really. He hadn't seen the werewolf's chest in Merlin knows how long, especially since Remus had refused to let him come to the Shrieking Shack last moon and would probably do the same next week. It wasn't quite fair that Sirius had lost part of his shirt last night and Remus didn't.

"I think James does it on purpose," Sirius finally managed to say although he couldn't help but watch as Remus tugged on an old Muggle band t-shirt. If it was this amazing watching Remus get dressed, imagine him getting undressed. Sirius smiled to himself.

"What are you grinning at? Surely I look decent?" Remus asked, looking down at his self before tugging some shoes on.

"You look fine," Sirius promised, crossing the room to kiss him on the nose, "Feed me now. I'm hungry." Remus laughed and took Sirius' hand, leading him down to breakfast.