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Let Love In	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 3124 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Chapter two! I would like to know what you think. I hope you find it amusing...I'm not very good with funny, so I am using my own special brand of humour, and...not everyone shares my weird sense of humour. So, please leave me a little tid bit if you like! Thanks.

Chapter Two: Accidents

James hovered nervously beside Sirius's bed, Remus was looking terrified as Madam Pomfrey began tending the boy. Both Remus and James had bloody hands but they hardly seemed to notice, Peter watched the blood drip from Sirius's head slowly, each one seeming like a nail in his coffin...surely he was bleeding way too much?

"He will be fine, Boys." Poppy said as she ushered them back, she closed the curtains around the bed with her wand before turning back to them. "He will have to stay in overnight as he has just cracked his skull open, I don't want him doing anything strenuous either, do you understand?"

James nodded, his eyes wide behind his glasses. "You...sure he's alright?"

"As alright as he can be after hitting his head. He is going to be fine, now you go back to your common rooms, I have patients." She waved them off and they left with many glances behind them.

When Sirius came around he wasn't entirely sure how he had got there...or where 'there' was. He realised, slightly belatedly that he had the mother of all headaches, it even made his teeth ache and he decided that whatever he had been doing he would not be doing again anytime soon. Finally he tried to sit up, but that was an awful, terrible, ridiculously painful thing to do so he lay back down again, breathing hard through his nose in a vain attempt to make the pain go away. He had managed a brief glance around and realised he must be in the hospital wing, which wasn't all that surprising considering how his head was obviously filled with a very, very angry man with a giant fucking hammer. His thoughts turned, oddly, to Remus...He wondered what he was doing, how he was doing and who he was with while doing...whatever it was he was doing. Sirius frowned, making a face in the dark, what was he doing? Odd bloody thing to be thinking about while that little man is hammering away, chipping away at the inside of Sirius's skull as if he was having the time of his little, imaginary life. Sirius shook his head but regretted that immediately as the little man got out a pneumatic drill, the kind the Muggles used to make big holes in the streets just to hold up the already horrific traffic.

Sirius whiled the time away by gazing up at the ceiling and trying to remember just what he had done to deserve a pounding headache, but his memories were fuzzy, made from feathers which would be blown away on the wind with each breath he took. He tried to sleep, feeling like this was the thing to get rid of the little man, but it was useless as his imaginary tormentor turned out to be a sadist. He groaned softly and found himself hoping it would all end, he had never wanted to lose consciousness more...well, except that one time when his father had pulled his arm out of its socket...but he didn't want think about that. There was a time and a place for everything and Sirius had long ago decided that school and home were two very, very different things. In his mind there was a barrier, he saw it as a great towering wall made of steel, it kept his pure happiness whilst at school firmly away from the dark misery and pain that was his home life. He had erected this wall as soon as he had received that howler from his mother after being sorted, it was humiliating and painful as the letter had burst into flames as wicked as his mother's sharp bladed tongue. He had not spoken to anyone all day after that, even avoided Remus's gentle nudges during Transfiguration when he had been gazing out the window instead of listening to McGonagall. So, whenever he got a letter he would not read it at the table, he would take it to his bed, close the curtains firmly around himself and read it in the half light, he would absorb the insults, the insinuated threats and the almost audible hissing from the expensive parchment and afterwards he would crumple it up in his fist and lie on his bed, never understanding what that awful feeling was in his gut. It felt like freezing fingers were grasping at his lungs, as his heart tried to burst through his ribs in a weird attempt at freedom. He couldn't understand why his eyes prickled uncomfortably or even why he ended up curled on his side, gasping and panting, clutching his aching chest that simply refused to work properly.

He determinedly steered his mind away from the mental images those memories conjured, because he was at school, he was safe, happy and healthy. Who cared what the future held? Who cared when he could really be himself without having to fear the agony of having his hair grabbed in a huge fist and his face slammed into a table, or be told how worthless he was, how wonderful his brother was in comparison. No, he would keep those thoughts behind that wall and hope they only haunted him only in his dreams. With a slightly lopsided smile he began making mental pictures, he had taken up this...odd, hobby when he had been a lot younger. He thought it had started as a way to escape pain, after his father had beaten him too badly and he had been laid up in bed for a solid week after his mother had refused to heal his injuries. He closed his eyes and imagined a wide open space, space for him to run through, which he did. He laughed and ran through the long grass, which snagged on his clothes, he ran and relished his freedom before turning on the spot and throwing himself to the floor so he could stare up at the sky which was filled with stars, even though it was day time. He had always liked stars, even reluctantly liking his name, and not just because he could make stupid jokes about how 'Sirius' he was. As he gazed up at the strange sky he saw the full moon gazing back at him, the man in the moon smiling jovially and laughing with him.

Then, something tore him from his wonderful, fantastically weird dream. Voices. He opened his eyes and realised it was day time, he must have fallen asleep, he sat up gingerly, hoping the little man wouldn't re-start his labour but was relieved when he didn't. He looked up to see James running towards him, robes flying out behind him as he practically threw several packets of sweets at him. "Hey!" he said with a broad grin, looking at him closely. "How are you feeling?"

"Well," Sirius began ripping open a chocolate frog with his teeth. "The little man has stopped his demolition work." He said seriously. "And apparently the man in the moon can wink...So yeah, pretty good."

James got over this bizarre statement by nodding. "Ok, good...that means you'll be out of here soon." He eyed Pomfrey who pursed her lips, looking down at Sirius who flashed her his most charming grin.

"Arlight, you will be able to leave today."

"Woo!" Sirius threw his arms in the air, nearly hitting the nurse in the face.

"But!" She said firmly making Sirius whine loudly and throw himself back into his pillows. "No strenuous activity for a few days, we had to re-grow your skull so I suspect it's feeling a bit delicate."

"Awww...But I really wanted to ride a Hippogriff over a rainbow and hunt down some Leprechauns." He muttered.

"What would you do with a Leprechaun when you found one?" Remus asked curiously.

Sirius leaned forward, "Well, if you shake them hard enough gold falls out...and not their stupid fool's gold either...real gold!" His silver eyes were wide as he described it and he nodded before grabbing his chocolate frog before it tried to escape and biting its head off.

James frowned thoughtfully. "Hang on...wouldn't the little shit have your fingers off? I mean, they're vicious buggers..."

Sirius considered this problem for a while. "Yeah, I spose you could stun them."

Peter sat down in a seat, listening contentedly as Remus perched on Sirius's bed where he picked up a piece of chocolate and sucked on it. They were all silent for a moment until Sirius took a sudden breath, his eyes wide. "Oh! Oh!" He said, flapping his hands as if he was trying to wave away flies. "You know what?" He gazed at his friends who leaned closer. "I reckon...that as it's warm in the summer, the girls will be all wearing skirts...yeah?" he raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his lips. James nodded slowly, his eyes brightening.

"...We could use..." James began slowly.

"Yes!" Sirius continued, somehow knowing exactly what James was talking about. "Then it'd..."

"Blow up their..."

"Yeah..." Sirius giggled. "And in front of everyone!" He ended with relish.

James sighed, staring off into the distance. "Reckon I'd get to see her panties too?" he asked.

Sirius pulled a face, knowing who he was talking about. "If you like your testicles where they are then I wouldn't even try it mate."

"Yeah...I spose..." James let out a long drawn out sigh and Sirius rolled his eyes.

"She doesn't like you." He said seriously. "She's probably all dried up down there from lack of use..."

"Sirius! Do you have to..." Remus muttered, pulling a slightly disgusted face.

"Stop being a woman and eat your chocolate." Sirius replied, shoving some at Remus who took it with a pointed glare in his direction, which Sirius ignored with practised elegance.

"So, how far are you on that essay about the trolls?" Peter asked suddenly, catching Sirius off guard as his mind had drifted off again, away on white fluffy clouds of wonderful fluffiness...

"Huh...? What...?" Sirius muttered through his mouthful of chocolate frog.

"The essay...from Professor Grimsby? You know about..." Peter trailed off, going red at having all eyes on him. His voice goes quiet and he looks down at his hands.

Sirius shrugged and ignored him. "So, who's shagging who and who is trying to kill who?" He said very quickly, so his friends had to mentally pause and rewind what he had said to fully digest it.

Then, James being one of the very few people able to understand Sirius in his bizarre state of mind, began describing who was currently going out with who and why. "Oh...and when you get out be careful mate...Alexandria wants your dick nailed to the wall for cheating on her with Higgins."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about that one, she's so pathetic at spells she won't get near me without sprouting Kumquats where no Kumquat should ever be..."

"But somewhere, I am going to assume, you have been?" Remus asked, it was supposed to be a casual question, a throw away thing that didn't really matter...because really Sirius's multiple sexual conquests were not his concern...but he couldn't help feeling an odd tightening in his chest as he imagined Sirius wrapped around Alexandria, the dark haired extremely pretty Ravenclaw girl...

"Oh Little Remmy...You don't even want to know what I had her screaming." He grinned wickedly. "Well, I'm gunna tell you anyway..." He spent a while describing in great, gory detail about what he had got up to with Alexandria the very pretty Ravenclaw. And the more Remus heard the smaller he felt, and he just could notunderstand why!

As time passed Sirius began to feel eyes on him, he couldn't escape the feeling he was being watched and it was freaking him out slightly, even though he knew who was doing the watching. He had immense difficulty preventing his own eyes from meeting Remus's, it only got worse as the next full moon came around, apparently the wolf was not going to allow Remus to try and forget the weird feelings that his friend now stirred in him. They found themselves spending long periods of time simply watching each other, Sirius feeling like an animal in a trap and Remus feeling distinctly frustrated, why did he want to blush when his eyes met Sirius's or when he found himself staring as Sirius stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel?

Sirius could feel an intense curiosity forming around his friend, he couldn't let it go, he found himself wondering vaguely some nights, what Remus's lips would feel like if he was to touch them, or how his hair would feel tangled in his fingers. His mind wasn't repulsed by the idea of cornering Remus simply to find out these things, and that was slightly disturbing.

The next match of the Quidditch season found the Marauders surrounded by screaming, celebrating Gryffindor's obviously the inevitable party ensued with ridiculous amounts of alcohol and lots of sweaty, heaving bodies pressed against each other. The music was loud, so loud it filled Sirius with its pounding beat, making him reel with the intensity of the music, the soft flesh of some random, easy girl and the spirits flowing through his veins. The common room was little more than a club, people bounced up and down, James stood on a table pretending to play the Muggle guitar while his adoring fans screamed. Sirius pressed the girl against the wall, a bottle of half empty fire whiskey in one hand while the other was firmly up her top. His lips were pressed to hers as she arched her back off the wall, moaning his name. He was filled with fire, a fire that made his heart thrum with energy. Then he was pulled away, grinning madly into the face of another girl who slapped him firmly around the face and stormed off with tears in her eyes. Sirius laughed, downing some more booze, and suddenly all the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he turned to see Remus sitting on a table, slumped as if he'd been deflated. He walked over, dodging people who tried to dance with him before stopping before Moony and heaving himself up onto the table by his side. "You alrigh'?" He mumbled, sloshing whiskey over his hand and cursing. He lifted his hand to lips, sucking the moisture off absently, his eyes met Remus's and the intensity in his gaze made him freeze. This was not the human Remus looking back at him out of those liquid amber eyes, this was the wolf. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, trying to prevent them from going sticky and he noticed the wolf watching this movement hungrily. He felt electricity sear his spine and he shivered under that bright gaze, before he knew what was happening Remus had grabbed his hand and was running his tongue over the skin, his eyes never leaving Sirius's. The dark haired boy groaned heavily, unable to stop the noise escaping his throat. "R-Remusss..." He hissed softly as the wolf nipped his fingers with very sharp teeth...inhumanly sharp.

Remus said nothing as he released Sirius and slipped from the table, without looking back he strode purposefully towards the dorms. Sirius sat still, trying to stem the rush of blood that raced through his body, almost making him pant. His mind was clouded by drink and he was unsteady on his feet but he downed what was left in the bottle, allowing the burn to give him false courage before following Remus at an odd meandering pace. When he reached the bedroom he saw the wolf waiting for him, standing rather awkwardly by his bed, he was swaying slightly as the light from the almost full moon highlighted him. Sirius licked his lips, feeling his throat go dry as his eyes met Remus's. "Moons?" He croaked stepping closer, but the wolf had other ideas apparently and he found himself slammed painfully into the wall, plaster crumbled as the wolf looked deep into his eyes and growled. Sirius was no stranger to being dominated, as a dog he was forced to submit to the wolf in play so really he should have expected this...but his mind rebuked the idea of Remus being so close. He tried to push against that firm chest but his hands were ripped from him and he was pinned to the wall, the wolf buried his face Sirius's hair and took a deep breath making Sirius shiver and a soft moan escape his lips. His hands clenched tightly and his curiosity broke free. He relaxed visibly, allowing the wolf to sense his willingness to submit, after all, he knew the language of animals...and that was exactly what they were.

Nails as sharp as daggers pierced the flesh of Sirius's wrists as the wolf used his free hand to tear open his shirt, buttons went flying everywhere and landed with little plunks. Then, Remus lowered his head, still emitting a soft growl as he nipped at the flesh of Sirius's throat. Sirius let his head fall back and hit the wall, allowing confusing feelings to wash through him, feelings that were far too complicated to even comprehend. Then he felt teeth on his ear, nipping, biting and he gasped shivering as pleasure washed through him at the unexpected pain. Then Remus lifted his head and they stared at each other, both mirroring that insatiably hungry look. Sirius felt a knee between his legs as lips descended and pressed lightly against his own, he let Remus make the moves, as his fingers clenched and unclenched in their impromptu prison. Then he tipped his head slightly to the side, silently telling his friend that this was ok. He was alright with this...bizarre new development.

The kiss was unlike anything Sirius had felt before. Remus's lips were soft, gentle at first but growing in passion as Sirius opened his mouth obediently to allow the wolf's tongue to slip between into it. His breathing had become ragged and heavy, he had never felt this odd mixture of intense emotions, when he was with a girl all he really wanted was a quick orgasm and then he would leave them for the next, this was more like standing outside in a storm; different, new, exciting and exhilarating. He moved closer, exploring Remus's tongue with his own, expertly using all his experience to draw out the soft almost desperate whimpers from the boy pressing him into the wall.

When next Remus pulled away they were both panting heavily, Remus gazed down into Sirius's eyes, noticing how dark they had become, how huge the pupils were and how his lips were slightly pink as he licked at them with the tip of his tongue. His black hair was a beautiful messy halo around his face and his smile was slow and languid, making the wolf shiver. He realised he desperately wanted this, and the alcohol had simply brought forth all his hidden desires and they were manifesting themselves through the golden eyes of the animal he was to become the next night. He swallowed hard, hearing his dry throat click as Sirius's eyes moved up and down his body, their chests heaved against each other and he felt the wolf decide enough was enough and before he could stop himself he had thrown Sirius roughly onto the bed, ignoring his shocked gasp he sat astride him and bent his head, nipping almost playfully at his throat, loving the way Sirius's hips moved against his own, uncontrollable moans, whimpers of desperation escaped his prey and it set his whole body on fire.

Sirius panted slightly, seemingly unable to draw in enough air into his burning lungs. Remus's weight was pushing against him, their mouths connected as they kissed frantically, he felt Remus's unusually sharp teeth graze his tongue before they found his bottom lip and sharp pain had him feeling that wonderfully addictive buzz through his body, it went straight to his groin and he was rendered helpless...and Sirius Black despised being helpless. He reached up, grabbing handfuls of Remus's hair, pulling him away for a moment so he could catch his breath. "M-Moony..." He gasped, breathlessly.

Remus growled, unable to form coherent words, he could see the slight fear in his friends eyes but also knew he was loving the mixture of fear and excitement. Sirius was, after all, a thrill seeker. He would do anything, try anything no matter what it involved. As Remus leaned down to capture the slightly red lips of his partner again there was a loud bang. Sirius pushed Remus off of him, in one elegantly fluid movement he was stood up, wiping his lip on his sleeve and gasping, holding himself upright on the post of Remus's bed. The wolf sat on the floor blinking, shock clear on his face as his eyes returned to their normal dark brown, his hair was a mess about his head and he too was panting heavily.

It seemed James hadn't noticed anything unusual as he stormed across the room, kicking his trunk and swearing loudly. "That fucking, stuck up, know it all...bitch!" He shouted furiously.

Sirius seemed to compose himself instantly, he smiled and threw himself onto his bed, watching James storm around, kicking anything within reach. "What did she do?"

James glared at him. "I charmed the ceiling to proclaim my love for her...and what does she do? Slap me! In front of all those people! Does she even know who I am?" He hissed before throwing his arms in the air and gripping handfuls of his own hair. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore! I have tried...over and over again to try and get her to go out with me...but it's all so...so..." He yelled again, kicking the bed and hopping up and down when he stubbed his toe. "Shit. Fuck. Pissing...WANK!" He fell backwards, seeming to have run out of swear words. Sirius raised an eyebrow calmly while Remus picked himself up off the floor, finally gaining James's attention. "What are you doing down there, Moons?"

Remus jerked, a funny little uncontrollable movement and he had to force his eyes away from Sirius who he knew was smirking that annoyingly self satisfied smirk. "I fell." He muttered, hiding his face as he pretended to dust himself down.

James seemed to accept this and went back to his brooding. Sirius took the opportunity to meet Remus's eyes, the boy flushed furiously, his mouth set into a tight line as he shook his head quickly. Sirius frowned, a dark, almost mean look crossed his face which made the air crackle around him before he shrugged and stood unsteadily, his hand went out and he grabbed the bed post to prevent himself from hitting the floor, which had taken on a life of its own. "Damn..." He muttered. "Why's the world gone all...squiffy?"

"Because it hates us." James replied moodily.

"Now...Mr. Prongs...the world does not hate me..." Sirius's words slurred and he raised a finger. "You see...I am the great and ever so wonderful Sirius...Orion...Black! And I am...a gift from Mother Nature to all you little people...I am..." he paused, staring into the distance, his face going whiter. His stomach cramped horribly and he pulled a face. "...Going to...be sick..." He muttered before turning, trying to run to the bathroom and failing spectacularly by falling flat on his face as he tripped on his own undone shoelaces. James roared with laughter as he picked himself up, threw something hard at James and tried again, being a little more successful on his second attempt.

Remus heard him evacuating his stomach in the toilet and he shook his head, he had managed to calm his shaking hands but could not stop memories of feeling Sirius beneath him. He chewed nervously on his lip before lying back on his bed. As he let his eyes closed he could still see Sirius's eyes, pupils huge with what could only have been desire and black hair caressing one cheek. He sighed and rolled on to his side, his eyes opening so he stared at Sirius's empty bed. He could hear the tap going and someone brushing their teeth loudly, with another, more annoyed sigh he shifted feeling uncomfortable. Surely, what they had done was wrong? Men shouldn't be...doing that. It was definitely wrong. Undeniably disturbing and if anyone found out...he shuddered. No. He was better off squashing whatever these feelings were when he thought about his friend, he would make sure nothing like that ever happened again. But, as sleep finally clouded his mind, a small smile lit his face as he remembered being looked at as if he was...wanted.
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