Lupinus Sublimis

Chapter 3

It was a long time before Sirius Black could regain his composure. Through the window of the Room of Requirement he saw vivid signs that the day had long ago reached its mid-day climax; it would not be long before the sun took his leave. He sat there gazing up through the high clerestory windows of this chamber trying to convince himself to rise, clean up and make his way up to the Gryffindor common room. They boy shifted and took care of all the needed tasks.

His uniform was adjusted to impeccable perfection; not a wrinkle to give away what he had been doing. He was glad for his scrutiny for when he walked into the common room he found it to be full of his house-mates going about their business. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt that there was something he should be worrying about, but could not manage to place his finger on the issue.

The entrance of Sirius had not gone unnoticed. A couple of second year girls that were on their way out the portrait-door came to a halt, exchanged meaningful looks, giggled compulsively (to Sirius’ annoyance), and then went their own way. A couple of days before he would have greedily gone after them to teach them a lesson or two but now, he was strangely not in the mood to play Casanova. He smiled to himself and spotted his James, Peter and Remus sitting on their favorite corner by the fireplace.

James was loudly complaining about not understanding something, shifting on his chair and moving his arms wildly over his head in an attempt to get Remus to comprehend his confusion. Peter was glancing nervously around as if checking that James’ outburst was not drawing too much attention. Sirius could see that the same question the bespectacled boy had was burning in Wormtail’s eyes; he was just too chickened-out to ask.

“Lo,” Sirius saluted his comrades in a military fashion by bringing the tips of his fingers to press against his forehead and rapidly dropping them on the arm of the couch he had flopped on casually. James greeted Sirius by amiably punching him on the side and then turned to get his question answered by Remus.

The later had picked up his bag and was nervously rummaging through it trying to buy himself time. He knew not how to behave around Sirius any longer regardless of the words he had woven earlier. “Remus,” the boy looked up from his bag, his eyeballs felt dry. “Are you going to answer my question on Jupiter’s moon Iapetus or what?”

Remus grappled the question now with feverish passion; anything to relieve the awkwardness that had tackled his being when his beautiful obsession sat in front of him. Remus cleared his throat, dropped his bag and proceeded to correct James.
“No, no, no, James. Heh… Er. Iapetus belongs to Saturn not Jupiter. Cassini Regio is the name of its most heavily cratered region and it covers almost half of the celestial body.”

“Why are we talking about this?” inquired Sirius leaning forward on the couch to rest his forearms on his knees.

“Earth to Padfoot. Hello? Astronomy exam on Monday?” Peter had piled on top of himself an incredible amount of parchments containing what looked to be astral charts.

Sirius’ face softened in comprehension. That was the thing in the back of his ming that had been bugging him. “Oh! I remember. Monday at eleven in the evening. Got it.” He glanced Remus way who had been looking at him and winked. The boy blushed and lowered his face to look at his bootlaces. “Well then, I’m glad Remus is here to tutor us, eh Moony?”

He was once again entwining his long graceful fingers among the buttons on the front of his robes; a sure sign that he was embarrassed. “Er… sure Sirius.”

They spent the rest of the evening reviewing four years of Astronomy.


*******

The astronomy professor had ordered her students to step out onto the terrace of their classroom tower once they were done with their exams and await her dismissal there.

It was hard for Remus to concentrate when he had his eyes glued to Sirius’ profile for half of the examination. He was indulging in careful study of the classical features. In the low light of the chilly autumn night, Sirius looked as if he were carved out of the finest marble, so fair and flawless was his skin; much unlike his own. Remus’ face was undamaged but under the flowing robes of his attire long scratches marked what would have otherwise been smooth skin. The luxurious soft lips were looking particularly alluring in the low light and the dark eyelashes dusted gentle shadows onto Sirius’ high cheekbones.
Regardless of the many inconveniences, he was the first to gain access to the terrace where he walked to the edge of the circular roofless space. The boy leaned his forehead against the cool masonry of the column with his favorite Ionic order capitol, while hazel eyes admired the nocturnal beauty of Hogwarts’ grounds. Even the Forbidden Forest looked inviting under the cobalt blanket of the sky. Such is the mind of an artist. A restless mind that finds beauty while his heart is submerged in mystification and adversity.

Remus’ lips parted and along with a slightly nebulous puff of warm air into the chilly surroundings, a soft gasp escaped his throat. He leaned into the heated body pressing against his back before he came to realize that he was doing such an act. Sirius gently placed his arms against the shorter boy’s slender waist and embraced him, pressing Remus’ back completely against his chest. He was very nervous himself; he had never done something so tender, so utterly affectionate for any other individual. He felt his heart swell in an incomprehensible new way of feeling and the dark haired youth lowered his face to Remus’ neck, nuzzling the flesh behind the ear with the tip of his nose, taking in the sweet, musky scent of the boy so willingly captive in his arms.

Sirius raised one hand to gently stroke the back of Remus’ neck. The boy relaxed further and placed his hand on the one around his waist instinctively passing his cold fingers between Sirius’ and holding the hand tightly, as if begging all the saints in Christendom for this magnificent moment to never conclude. Remus unconsciously purred much like a contented kitten due to the subtle ministrations on the back of his neck. The little sounds were transformed into a sharp in-take of air when the youth behind him placed his soft warm, moist lips against the side of his throat.

Sirius was memorizing every reaction of the dirty blonde youth down to the last detail. He wanted with all his being to remember this sweet moment for the rest of his life so that he may return to it if he should ever need to feel the exhilarating bliss of pure happiness. The moist lips left the flesh of the boy’s throat. Remus was sure the place they had rested was burning and prickling due to the contact, through his hazy mind now was not registering any rational thoughts. He leaned his fad forward and a little to the side and by his gesture he was communicating his insatiable need for more contact. Sirius understood this wordless plea and the pressure of his massaging fingers increased. The lascivious mouth was once again lowered to the heated skin and Sirius smiled when Remus tensed, tightened his hold on his hand and closed his eyes.

Remus felt weak. The front of his teenage body was pressed to the cold stone of the column, the back was against Sirius’ hard chest, abdomen and hips, his forehead was now in direct contact with the masonry and oh God, blessed God, one side of his neck was being fondled while the other one was occupied by tender lips that were barely touching and yet they were setting fire onto his flesh. It was too much, too much for an overactive, sensitive, sexed up boy. He moaned whilst his body shook; and Sirius felt the vibrations against his front and trembled with the pleasure of it, a sound somewhere between a whine and a gasp reached Remus’ ear. There was no room in Sirius’ brain other than the intransigent thought of what it would feel like to silence erotic sounds coming from Remus by ravaging his untouched mouth.

“Moony…” He found himself whispering next to Remus’ ear before taking the soft fleshy part of the lobe between his lips and nibbling on it lightly. He could not help himself; the boy in his arms was just too luscious. Remus opened his eyes upon hearing his name from that sensual silky voice and turned his head. The look in Sirius’ silvery-gray eyes looked into his own; his heart skipped a beat and he could see puffs of heated exhaled air. He realized he was panting a little.

“Remus,” he alleged, that single word sending shivers down his spine. Sirius pressed his parted lips against the other youth’s. His hazel eyes flew open as the pressure increased and Remus found that Sirius was looking straight into them right before the eyelids closed; Sirius ran his tongue over Remus’ lower lip slowly, teasingly, tenderly and then repeated the same process over the upper one. The wet tongue pressed in between his lips and Remus closed his eyes and gasped in delight. Sirius did not need to be encouraged further and plunged his tongue into the wet, warm oral cavity so willingly open for his exploration. The dark haired boy caressed the dark depths spreading tingling sensations for the two of them to indulge in. Sirius moaned when he felt Remus slide his hot slick tongue under his own; his hand had gone up to grasp the long silky curtain of black hair and was pulling him closer, whimpering in need.

“Padfoot!”

Remus jumped as if ice cold water had been dumped mercilessly on him. His sudden reaction was mirrored by the taller boy whose delicious mouth closed and pulled away. The arm around his waist however was still holding him possessively.

“Moony?” Peter was standing near the entrance of the Astronomy terrace holding his bag limply in one hand and a set of dropped forgotten books at his feet. He looked shocked, his face pale as a sheet of muggle paper, and his beady eyes were twice their normal size.

A muscle twitched in Sirius’ jaw and Remus pulled away, overcome in embarrassment. His lips and cheeks were flushed pink. He looked down at his feet and then hastily checked the surroundings to see if anyone else had seen what had just happened. Luckily Peter was the only student apart from Sirius and himself who had finished the Astronomy exam.

“Sorry. I mean- Err… Ahem. People’re coming. Exam’s over.”

Sirius could see the logic in that. To his annoyance, he couldn’t find as logical a reason to kill Peter.

Gradually the tower filled with students and Remus’ heart was beating fast enough to account for everyone’s. He had slid against his Ionic column; his back to the cold stone and he pressed his knees against his chin. Sirius glanced at him and moved away to the other side of the terrace to keep himself from pulling the smaller boy up against the accursed column and humping those provocatively slender hips right there and then with all their classmates watching.

The professor walked to the open-air space where her students were conversing and ordered them away to their rooms. Then she casually mentioned that the grades would be ready by the dawn of the following week.

James spotted Remus still sitting by the Ionic column and made his way towards him. The hazel eyes were full of turmoil; the blue depths looked more like the most terrible water rapids on the most dangerous of rivers. He wanted to shout and jump for his being had never been more fulfilled. Sirius kissed me. Sirius caressed my mouth with his tongue. He held me against him and oh, Merlin he was so wonderfully and gloriously aroused. For me. He could not believe what had just happened.

James kneeled in front of him and placed one arm over his shoulder. Remus looked up to meet the inquiring eyes of his friend staring through the shinny clear surface of his eyeglasses. “You have my full support in this, mate. As in everything that makes you happy. Now, c’mon. Stop acting like you’ve died and let’s get to the dormitory.”

“Prongs?” Both boys came to their feet.

“Huh?”

“Did it really happen?”

James grinned. “Oh you made out with Padfoot all right,” he placed his index finger against his cheek and looked quizzically at the Ionic column. “Should carve your names on that--” he seemed to have forgotten what it was called, “—that up and down thing.”

“Only girls do that,” Remus laughed and slapped James on the back.

Remus and James came into their room to find that both of their friends were conspicuously asleep. They changed into their sleeping attire and went to bed.

*******

Sirius could not by any means fall asleep. Yeah, Peter could fall asleep just by pretending to be asleep but he kept on turning and tossing in his bed; grunting in frustration at several instances to vent his frustration.

Giving up at around four in the morning, he sat up and swung his long legs over the side of his bed. He could see Remus’ sleeping figure covered by a few layers of blankets on the opposite corner of the chamber, away from the window, which was on his side. The light therefore was not helping in his visual exploration of the other boy. He dared not approach him for fear of waking him up and so he watched. The fact that Peter’s and James’ beds were in the way was not helping a lot either, but hey, who cared?

Sirius could make out the form of the shoulders, not as broad as his own yet, but they were getting there, the gentle slope of Remus’ side which gracefully flowed to a tapered waist and the subtle rise of the hips. Sirius’ breath got caught in his throat and ran his elegant fingers through his black loosened hair and came to the conclusion that he needed to get off. His dick stood rigid against the cotton fabric of his sleeping pants begging to be stroked. Now.

He sighed. There was no way he could stay in the room and so he rose from his bed, threw a sweater on and put on his shoes. It was around five in the morning when this action took place. Sirius descended the stairs leading to the common room and felt the cool air against his skin calming down his raging hormones.

“Ah…” he sighed when he landed on his favorite armchair by the fire.

“What have we here? Sirius Black with a hard on and all alone? The world must be about to end.” Sirius took a peek to his right side to find a seventh year youth with dark brown hair. He was seated on a couch reading what looked to be yesterday’s Daily Prophet. Sirius grunted. The last thing he wanted right now was to have to chit-chat with someone he had shagged the year before. What was the guy’s name again?

“Two words. Fuck. Off.”

The brunette returned to his reading without further ado.

******

He swallowed for the third time in a row. Remus’ throat was sand-paper dry and so he was much to his discomfort compelled to rise and get himself a drink of water. Once that was done the prospect of returning to bed was not a very good one. Whenever he woke up during the night, he would have to wait until the next night to sleep again. It was funny not being on either side of what people called the light versus heavy sleeper scale. He stretched and yawned as he dressed in his uniform. There was also not point in staying in his pajamas for in an hour and a half it would be time to get ready for lessons.

Remus was in such a great mood. He felt that nothing in the whole wide world could dampen his high spirits. By this time he was blissfully convinced that he had not dreamed his sweet encounter with Sirius the night before. The tall, charming, charismatic, sensual friend of his had caressed, held and kissed him. It was no longer difficult to imagine what those lips felt like for he had already felt them ravaging him. He blushed to his despair. Damn he was looking forward to doing those things again. He also noticed that Sirius had deserted his bed, which was an unusual occurrence. The dark haired youth was a very big fan of oversleeping.

*******

“Black.”

“Huh?” responded Sirius.

The brunette reading the newspaper had stopped doing so and was now preoccupied with staring at the dozing form of the beautiful boy draped lazily over the armchair. He had waited long enough. He had always wanted to have another go at Sirius Black and now that they were there alone the idea had a lot of appeal; he had to give it that merit. Sirius had seen that look many times on people’s faces but was now not interested. As simple as that.

He stood up and walked over to where Sirius was sitting looking at the burning embers of what had been a roaring fire not too long before. “I’ve been thinking--”

“Never a good thing in your case, whatever your name is.”

Anger soared through the youth and he pulled a startled Sirius to his feet by the neck of his sweater. Sirius glared at him and was ready to strike his clutched fist square in the face of the imprudent and insolent maggot when he felt his lips being crushed with enough violence to scrape the inner part of them against his teeth and draw blood. He was puzzled and furious. He tried to unclench the hands holding his garment firmly but failed to miserably.

The sound he heard next would haunt him agitatedly like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse in his nastiest nightmares for the rest of his existence. The noise was so heartfelt, so soul breaking that it is most challenging to describe with any language known to man, goblin, elf, or whatever creature Mother Nature suffered to crawl upon the face of the earth.

A sob to rip apart the strongest of the Seraphim’s’ harps up in the heavens, the silent devouring screams of a tearless bloody broken heart descending to the lowest pits of burning Hades, a terrifying screech of impotence that would have shamed Prometheus’ howls of blazing ache; Sirius froze.

His arms used inhuman force to tear himself apart from the wretched clawed hands holding him. Sirius spun around to look at tearful hazel eyes looking tortured right into his own. He had no words. No words. He could not explain to Remus that what he had just beheld had been forced upon his being. And oh to what high cost! With each tear that rolled down those flushed cheeks of his Lupinus Sublimis Sirius felt that an invisible hand was squeezing his heart up into his throat, urging him to regurgitate the bloody mass of muscle that pumped his body.

Remus’ mind had broken into little pieces like shattered glass. Had he ever been happy in his life, it now was all foul. It all had been a fucking stinking lie! He could not find words of his own to respond to Sirius’ questioning gaze and so he quoted something he had long ago read.

“To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune… lasciviously making the beast with two backs…” His voice was slow and steady in spite of the whirlpool inside of him. “Of me the green eyed monster possession hath taken. Hast thou created jealousy to strong that reason cannot cure.”

And with those words, Remus Lupin took flight through the portrait into the hallway.

--------To Be Continued-------