Chapter 2
Remus was ignoring his surroundings, concentrating on his essay for his History of Magic class, the last one before the holidays. Sirius watched him quietly from the stairs. He took in every detail. His chiseled profile, sleek brown hair, soft plaint mouth. Remus had abandoned his robes for some blood red sleep shorts, soft and satiny looking, and they drew Sirius' eyes like a magnet. His gaze skimmed over well-defined legs and rose to his cut torso. Though Remus was slender, he was all muscle.
The common room was empty but for the two of them. Remus' wolf-like senses had picked up Sirius the moment he stepped foot on the stairs, he didn't mind being watched, as long as it was Sirius doing the watching. Finally giving up on his essay, he turned to face his friend. His mouth fell open at the sight of Sirius, still damp from his bath. His glossy black hair was left to fall down his back. His beautiful, smooth chest gleamed in the firelight, and his perfect, rippling abs made Remus groan. He was wearing a pair of smoky gray silk pants, and they rode sensuously low on his hips. They also left nothing to the imagination, as Remus noted with interest the bulge at the front of them.
Sirius stepped out of the stairway and joined Remus at the table, giving a cursory inspection to the work. He didn't say a word, merely held out his hand, giving Remus the choice to stay or go.
Blimey, Remus thought, sharing a small smile with his partner-in-crime. It took all his willpower not to push Sirius to the floor and pound him through it. Sirius Black was one sexy bastard.
Sirius led him to the portrait and placed a finger to his lips. Nodding, Remus watched as he opened it up and checked to make sure no one was about. Seeing that the area was clear he silently pulled Remus across the hall, down three flights of steps and straight through a wall.
They immerged in a room with three doors. Remus watched, slightly amused as Sirius locked two of the three doors and turned to face him, motioning him to step aside. Remus turned to glance behind him and was very surprised to find instead of the wall they had come through, a door, and Sirius locked it, too. They both turned to face the remaining door. Sirius wordlessly entered it. Remus hurried in after.
What they entered was a beautiful room, decorated in the smoky gray color that Sirius seemed to prefer. It consisted of a small table, flanked by two chairs, and an enormous canopied bed next to a huge animal pelt. On the table stood a bottle in a bucket of ice and two crystal goblets. He glanced away. The bed was what drew his attention. A lavish affair with a dark velvet hangings and silk sheets, it was piled high with lush pillows. He drifted over to it, dazedly wondering if it felt as soft as it looked.
While Remus was absorbed in the bedding, Sirius quickly locked the door, then strolled over to the table to pour the wine. He swirled the glasses to oxygenate the wine, and brought it to his friend, who was staring unseeing at the bed. He spoke for the first time.
"You must get your way a lot with a setup like this." He gave a soft laugh, devoid of mirth at the thought of being just another conquest in this room. He drank from the cup he was handed, not really caring what it was.
Sirius promptly took the glass back.
"Remus." He looked upset.
"Why would you even think I'd share something like this with anyone else but you? All they want is a good lay. Of course that's why they come to me, but still, it's nothing but sex. Provided it's very good sex, rather outstanding, actually, more like universe chang-"
"I get the bloody point!" Remus scowled.
"Sorry." He had a smile on his face, and he hoped Remus wouldn't make a mountain out of a molehill.
"Do you know, Sirius, I overheard Lucius say that Severus went down better than you?" Remus remarked, trying to break the tension and get a rise out of Sirius while unconcernedly inspecting his fingernails. He almost managed not to grin. Sirius, on the other hand, had no such reservations, and immediately exploded in to laughter.
"Why of all the… concie… stuck u… he didn…" Sirius tried to get out between gales of cackling.
When he finally got his bearings straight, he took a sip from the glass he had taken from Remus and cleared his throat.
"First off, if Snape goes down, I'll abstain for a week! Secondly, Lucius wouldn't know either way, because he won't let me near him." He stated the last with a huff.
"Still?" he asked, somewhat amazed anyone had resisted Sirius' seduction efforts. You're special, spoke a little voice in the back of his mind. Oh do shut up, he replied.
"Right-o," Sirius replied sadly. After the little 'incident' last year, he won't let m near him. Such a stuck up little bitch," he muttered to himself. "But what hands… and that mouth!" he exclaimed with a smile.
He suddenly remembered Remus was there, looking on in puzzlement.
"But enough about those two, they were meant for each other." He gave Remus a predatory smile. Remus only had time to pull his leg out from underneath him to keep it from getting snapped before he found himself flat on his back.
Oh, God…