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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: Just to clear little something up here, in this story both Remus and Sirius will take it in turns to top/bottom, there appear to be several people on my previous ff account who found this repulsive (I hear you say; huh?, I concur.) It bores me having to deal with deleting pointless 'reveiws' so, if you are uncomfortable with this then don't read it and don't bother reveiwing unless you have something constructive to say. For everyone else, please enjoy! :D

Chapter Three: Questions

"Alright!" Sirius snarled as he slammed his book closed. Peter flinched and let out an undignified squeak, ink splattering his page. James looks up curiously from his paper. "Enough! I. Have. Had. ENOUGH!" He stands, his chair falling backwards with a slam, making Peter jump again, spilling yet more ink over his ruined parchment.

"What is this?" The soft hiss of Madam Pince makes all three boys turn. "This is a Library Mr. Black!" She seemed scandalised by Sirius's outburst.

Sirius sneered. "I noticed." He said softly.

"Then you should be quiet! People are trying to study!"

"Oh, shut up you nosey old bat." Sirius replied, grabbing his bag and turning on his heels. He stormed out of the library ignoring the Librarians outraged splutters. As Sirius walked he tried to control his breathing, which was difficult, he never had quite the amount of control over his emotions as he would have liked. He thought it had something to do with the fact that his parents were related. As he strode past a vase it shattered into sharp shards, he crunched over them without looking back. He had no idea why he was in such a foul mood but he knew it was due to an inexpressible frustration with no seeming root, no matter how many girls he managed to seduce, no matter how many times he lost himself in sex he couldn't get rid of it. And every time he closed his eyes he could see Remus's face floating behind his lids, like a ghost, just waiting for him to try and sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about it, that night at the party...his thoughts began to turn ever more savage as he aimed a kick at a nearby suite of Armour that let out a yell as he passed, Sirius flipped it off with the air of someone who simply no longer cares.

Remus stepped out of the Prefects bathroom, humming to himself, his hair was damp and he was wearing his robe. As he moved into the corridor he froze as he saw a figure moving towards him. "Sirius!" He exclaimed in surprise.

Sirius halted, his silver eyes so dark it was as if clouds had covered the moon, he looked haughty and severely pissed off. "Moons." He said in a stiff voice, laced with potential venom. Remus felt that tightness in his chest again as he took a hesitant step closer, he frowned at his friend carefully.

"Are you...alright?" He asked.

Sirius's face contorted. "No! Of course I'm bloody well not!" He snarled furiously, making a nearby statue explode with a small scream.

Remus sighed, absently repairing the stone bust with a wave of his wand, it muttered a depressed sounding thanks. "Look, why don't we talk about this somewhere else..." Sirius took a menacing step closer, the very air becoming as thick as syrup. Remus tried to get a whole breath into his lungs but found it impossible. "Sirius..." He breathed softly, it was almost a moan. Sirius's dark hair obscured his eyes as he kept moving forward, Remus stepped backwards on impulse until his back hit the cold stone wall. "Wha...?" He didn't manage to complete his sentence as his mouth was claimed. He froze in utter shock, unable to respond in any way.

After a second or two Sirius drew away, "Why won't you get out of my head?" He whispered against Remus's lips, his eyes shining brightly. "You...won't leave me alone. I can't concentrate...I can't even think straight...stop it. Whatever you've done to me...undo it. I don't like it...well...I do...but...I..."

Remus's eyes were as large as saucers, he couldn't think what to say or even what he should be feeling. Sirius's unabashed confession made his cheeks flush, his heart race uncomfortably and his insides squirm. He rubbed slightly sweaty palms against his legs before trying to talk. His voice came out in a rough croak that sounded nothing like himself, he shook his head and tried again. "I haven't done anything!" He almost squeaked, reminding himself of peter. He flushed and made it all worse, so he turned his eyes away in the hopes that he wouldn't have to see the derisive amusement in Sirius's eyes.

"Y-You didn't?" Sirius muttered, as wrong footed as if Remus had just announced he had grown breasts. Remus risked a quick glance and saw confusion on Sirius's face, he wasn't used to it and he felt slightly confused himself. "Then...what's wrong with me?" Sirius looked at him, blinking slightly, seeming to forget that he had Remus pinned to the wall. "I-I...I'm confused! I have no idea what's happening anymore...Moony...you're clever, you're good with feelings and stuff...explain!" He looked desperate, he was completely unable to work out what he was feeling, or even if he was feeling anything at all. His insides were squirmy, as if someone had filled him with snakes and his heart was beating too quickly and he felt sick more often than not. He chewed on his lip with a frown, waiting for Remus's deduction, because he always knew what to say, what to do when Sirius was confused about feelings. "Why can't I get you out of my head?"

"I-I...I have no idea!" Remus replied feeling a little desperate himself. He sighed and closed his eyes, he didn't understand his own feelings, so how could he try and understand Sirius? The boy was half way to insane as it was and his emotions seemed to run at an entirely different frequency to everyone else's. Only James seemed to understand him, and even then he had to think about it.

Sirius growled in frustration and before Remus knew what was happening he was pulled to the statue to the Prefects bathroom. "What's the password?" Sirius snapped, his grip tight on Remus's arm.

"I-I...Freshwater!" he stuttered and they entered the bathroom.

Sirius paused to gaze around the room with interest before shutting the door and turning on Moony. "Right..." he said matter-of-factly, folding his arms firmly across his chest. "There is something wrong with me, my head is...is full of you...since...that night and I...I don't understand why. I'm tired of seeing your face when I close my eyes...I-I need and explanation!"

Remus gazed at him, feeling as if he had been sucked into some surrealist painting. "I don't know!" he said desperately.

Sirius growled again, a low forbidding sound that sent chills up the werewolf's spine. "Fine." He hissed softly, reaching Remus in two fast strides, he grabbed him, slamming him roughly into the wall and pressed his lips against Remus's without another word. Remus found himself clinging on for dear life, his fingers digging into Sirius's arms he could feel his heart racing at impossible speeds, his body was first too hot then too cold. His brain had turned to jelly and apparently he was kissing Sirius back, with equal fervour. Sirius relaxed slightly, his tongue reaching out to meet Remus's, his hand slid to Remus's waist and pulled him closer. Finally he pulled away with a sigh and pressed his forehead against the werewolf's. "I like this." He whispered slowly, opening those silver eyes and gazing hopefully into Remus's brown ones. "I think this is...what makes the frustration go away."

Remus bit down on his lip again, a nervous habit. He shook his head. "What is? Kissing me? H-How?"

Sirius's smile belonged on a serpent. He slid his hand up Moony's back and pulled him even closer, even though Remus was convinced he could not get any closer without crawling inside Sirius's skin. He was afraid and yet...yet...he realised with astonishment that he was alright with this. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but until it stops..." he kissed Remus again, sighing softly, his breath smelling of strawberries from the Lollipop he'd been eating earlier. "I want to keep doing this."

"But...It's wrong!" Remus gasped, finally sliding from Sirius's grip. He stepped back. "We're...guys! Sirius, there are certain social conventions we have to adhere to and..."

"Moony?" Sirius interrupted.

"Y-yes?"

"Shut the hell up." He smiled. "Since when have I given a shit about anything? I want you. I want you to myself, and what I want, I get." He looked intense as he spoke and Remus felt himself bristling.

"I am not a possession." He said stiffly. "You, Sirius Black are nothing more than a spoilt prince!"

Sirius's face darkened like thunder. "Spoilt, what?" He sounded slightly hurt. His mind was filling with anger again, and, like its usual tidal wave of emotion it swept over him. "Spoilt? I'm hardly spoilt!" He growled.

Remus sighed and deflated. "I know you're not..." he fell back against the wall. "Look, you have to understand that people won't accept us, we're...both male...for starters."

Sirius's anger was gone as easily as it had arrived and he raised an eyebrow. "Why? I don't get this at all. If I'm not kissing you I have to think about you...twenty-four-bloody-seven! I can't do it! I've never thought about one person so much in my life...and I want to do it!" he took a sharp step closer again. "I want it. I want to know what you're like...I'm curious. Maybe it'll stop when I get over my curiosity but I...I want to know!"

Remus shook his head slowly, he couldn't control all his emotions, he could hardly decipher them. He frowned, knowing that Sirius got bored easily, he had the attention span of a teaspoon and had gone through about half the girls in Hogwarts already, his mind recoiled from the idea that he was simply another experiment, another mad quest of Sirius's to touch, taste and smell everything in the world. "I'm not an adventure." He said suddenly, his thoughts spewing from his lips without thought.

Sirius cocked his head to the side, one thing that had always fascinated him about Moony was that he was always, without fail, calm and collected. He didn't understand the boy at all and Sirius found his curiosity burning with fierceness that he rarely felt. He knew what he wanted, he wanted to hold Remus, to kiss him, to lie awake and watch him sleep for no apparent reason. "I don't understand..." Sirius said finally.

Remus snapped, he was tired, he hadn't been sleeping properly due to similar reasons that Sirius had just described. He hated it. Wasn't it bad enough that he was a Werewolf? Wasn't he freakish enough without falling for his best friend? The delinquent aristocrat, the troublemaker and the ridiculously mad, confusing and best of all, the one who had no real idea about right and wrong...his mind froze. His eyes seemed glued to Sirius's eyes and he licked his lips, maybe...just maybe he was a little more curious than he would have let on. Maybe he actually could at least try this and, as long as they kept it a dead secret, maybe it could actually work? He stepped closer, his breathing unnaturally fast, his body feeling oddly like rubber stretched too far, another step and he nearly tripped. Sirius caught him and he found himself staring up into his face, he admired the way Sirius's hair fell into his eyes, the way his lips were slightly parted and the way he was holding him. He had never, in all his short life, been more aware of his body. He swallowed and straightened his clothes out before looking up again into that innocently curious face, an innocence Remus knew, on some deep subconscious level, was a lie. This boy was never innocent, he had never had the chance to be a child, he had no idea what it was like to be held by a mother when he was upset, he was left to deal with everything alone...and Remus felt his resolve waver and snap with an almost audible plink.

Before Sirius could fully comprehend the new and more fascinating look in his friend's eyes he was pushed against the wall, hands grasped his shirt, almost tearing it in their shaky attempt to pull him as close as possible. Remus's lips were soft, his hair smelt wonderfully like flowers, and as he tangled his fingers in it he groaned heavily, his tongue fighting Remus's for dominance.
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