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Sirius Dreams	By : HalfUnderwater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 5376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Remus laid in the dark, warm comfort of his four-poster, listening to Peter�s soft snores and, of course, thinking. Once the sheer shock of the evening had worn off, his deeply-rooted doubts made themselves known to him. And now, lying in bed, waiting for his fellow Marauders to return from Quidditch practice, he simultaneously daydreamed of picking out chocolates with Sirius (and feeding him the little coconut-filled ones that were his favourite) and worrying about how everything was going to change. As he remembered the past, which he had forgiven just hours ago but still not forgotten, he worried that he had made a terrible mistake. As a friend, he trusted Sirius deeply. They were mates through and through. Sirius had done so much for him in the few years that they had known each other. When he found out about Remus� lycanthropy, he had encouraged the group to become illegal animagi to accompany him on full moons, and had always been there in the hospital wing with him when he woke up the next morning. Remus even felt a little thrill of admiration at the thought that Sirius had successfully hexed the small group of students who had made fun of his scars in third year. In a way, he had always been a protective force, shielding the innocent brunette from the hazards of a cruel life and even crueller peers. Remus trusted him with his life.
But, did he trust him with his heart? That was a more difficult question by far.
He was still lying in bed, painfully awake when he heard the dormitory door creak open. Light spilled softly into the room and vanished just as fast as it had come. There were soft footfalls and as Sirius and James stepped closer, a soft conversation between them reached Remus� ear through the slight part in his curtains.
��going to win,� Sirius was in the process of exclaiming. �But I swear on Merlin�s beard, Prongs, if we have one more practice like that, I�m like to collapse from exhaustion during the game, and we�ll lose for sure!�
James snorted.
�Are you saying I�m working you too hard?�
�Yes, you ponce! Quit it!� Sirius laughed.
Remus heard a muffled thwack and peeked out, watching the boys mess about, James laughing as he tried to smack Sirius in the arse, and Sirius thwacking him in the arms repeatedly until he fell against his bed, howling with laughter. Noise and raucous behaviour knew no time limits for Marauders.
�Shut up,� Sirius said in a rough hiss, giving James a shove as he laughed. �People are trying to sleep here, you twat.�
The laughter eventually died down, leaving Padfoot and Prongs quiet. Sirius ruffled his mate�s hair and then crossed the room, both of them undressing in comfortable silence. Remus ducked back inside his curtains, praying that Sirius wouldn�t catch him eavesdropping. As it turned out, Sirius took no notice of him, and he let out his held breath in a sigh of relief.
Remus heard the familiar creak of Sirius� bed as he climbed beneath his covers and listened to the soft sounds of his breath for a while. Before long, it fell into the slow, rhythmic pattern of sleep. His own eyes refused to stay closed, and he found himself wishing Sirius would have peeked in to say goodnight.
�Padfoot?� Remus hissed softly, peeking out at the bed beside his own and hoping the noise would wake him. When there was no response, he slipped between his curtains and crossed the freezing section of stone floor between his bed and Sirius�. He hesitated for a moment before he parted the curtains and peeked in. �Pads?�
Sirius was sprawled on his stomach, a thick blanket just covering his waist. He was shirtless, and the light from the waning moon outlined the contours of his lean musculature. Remus reached out, gently pulling the blankets up higher on his body before sitting on the edge of the bed. There was something so peaceful about Sirius when he was asleep, though his face still held the playfulness of his personality.
Slowly, Remus reached out and caressed his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, looking groggily up at the tawny-haired boy before falling closed once more. Wordlessly, he stretched an arm toward Remus in a silent entreaty to come closer. For the first time, Remus noticed the bandage around Sirius� arm and the deep bruise spilling out from beneath the white gauze.
�Merlin! What happened?� he breathed, gently slipping closer and leaning against the headboard. He took the arm tenderly in his hands and examined the extent of the damage.
Gray eyes glanced up at him for a moment, taking in the worried expression on his face.
�Bludger,� he mumbled, shoving his hair out of his face and resting his cheek on Remus� thigh. �I broke it. But don�t fret. James fixed me up and the bruise�ll be gone by morning.�
Remus frowned as his fingers played lightly through Sirius� hair.
�That�s a dangerous game,� he said, his voice filled with soft disapproval.
Sirius grinned and propped himself up on his side.
�I know. I quite like it.�
�This is odd, hmm?� asked Remus after a few seconds of silence.
�You coming into bed with me? Not so odd. You used to do it all the time when we were younger, like the night you told me you were a werewolf.�
Remus smiled softly at the memory of his nights spent sitting at the end of Sirius� bed, talking until there was nothing he hadn�t said.
�Do you suppose it�ll be different now?� Remus asked, casting his eyes down and worrying at the frayed edge of the blanket. He touched the tip of his wand to it and watched as it sewed itself back together.
�Yes,� Sirius answered. �It�ll be different, but not bad.�
�Well, suppose it is bad. Do you think we would still be mates, or��
�We�re always going to be mates, Remus,� Sirius said firmly.
To prevent any further worrying, or perhaps just because he wanted to, Sirius slid up and rested against the headboard, instantly tugging Remus into his arms and sealing his mouth with a gentle, insistent kiss. At this, Remus let out a long sigh. Both of his hands came to Sirius� nude chest, caressing the smooth skin before sliding to the back of his neck, easing him closer. As Sirius slid his leg over Remus� lap, Remus pressed a hand into his sleek black hair, gripping a handful of it.
�Shut the curtain,� Sirius whispered lightly as he nipped at the warm, milky skin of Remus� throat.
Remus� brain had turned to mush. Sirius Black was straddling his lap now, pressing him against the headboard with hot, needy kisses. Their fingers bumped together as Remus groped for his wand and they both chuckled uncomfortably, but ended up holding hands. It was then that Sirius paused for a moment, tilting his head as he considered the expression in Remus� eyes. Their fingers glided together, Sirius teasing the sensitive skin of Remus� palm and smiling as he remembered the moment after their romp in the common room, when he had looked at Remus and realized his heart had always been with him.
Remus� breathing was soft and fast, and he brought his free hand to his mouth to wipe his lips. His eyes fluttered shut and when they opened once more, Sirius� lips caught his lightly.
�Lie with me,� he urged gently, leaning over and tugging the curtains shut.
He gently eased Remus down with him until they were laying side by side, limbs inextricably tangled together.
�I�ve never really been a boyfriend before, you know,� Sirius mumbled against Remus� throat as he laid a soft line of kisses there.
Remus sighed in pleasure, tipping his head back.
�I know,� he whispered, distracted by the progress of Sirius� tongue. He let out a soft whine when it flickered against his earlobe.
�I�m bound to be absolute shite at it for a while.�
�And maybe even occasionally thereafter,� Remus whispered, swallowing.
�I want to keep kissing you, Moony��
Sirius� voice was husky and low, and Remus peered up at him with a soft, awed smile on his lips. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms tight around Sirius� waist and rolled over, claiming the dominant role for himself. As he planted his hips down, he could feel the ridge of Sirius� growing erection against him. The black-haired Gryffindor under him looked slightly amused as he ground his hips upward, bringing their firming lengths together. This merited a sigh from Remus as his breathing picked up speed. He leaned down, taking Sirius� lower lip between his own and sucking it lightly.
Sirius planted a hand on Remus� arse as they kissed, keeping their lower bodies carefully aligned. The feel of Remus� stiff shaft rubbing against his was godly. There was something so perfect about Remus� body, he realized, that made it infinitely more appealing to him than anyone else�s. It distinctly lacked all the soft, tender flesh of a female, and even surpassed most of the boys� in the school. Remus had tried to explain it once�something about proteins and oxygen and fat and werewolves�but Sirius hadn�t really been able to follow. All he had understood was that Remus had werewolf-muscle. And it was quite sexy.
�Fuck,� the brunette mumbled against his mouth. �We shouldn�t be doing this until after our first date, right?�
Sirius looked up at him for a moment, noting the concern in the gorgeous amber eyes.
�Most people say third date, but I don�t think we�re doing anything wrong,� he reassured the werewolf. Their solid cocks were now pinned motionlessly together and the direct pressure was a little painful. When he shifted his hips, Remus let out a soft groan, his eyes fluttering shut.
�I know what I want to do,� he mumbled, a slight blush coming to his face. �I just don�t know if I�should��
�Because we�ve only been together a couple of hours?�
�Well, no. Because I�ve never��
He trailed off, sliding to the side and gazing down at the pronounced bulge in the loose pyjama pants Sirius had worn to bed. His fingers flexed, and he rested his palm down on it with a soft sigh.
�You don�t have to, you know,� Sirius assured him, trying to ignore the little jolts of pleasure that raced through him when Remus� thumb dragged over the side of his shaft.
�The first time was easy. It was all maddening passion and lust, and we just got lost in it. But now I have worries, Sirius. I�ve never touched any other bloke before. What if I�m no good at it?� he asked, his fingers absentmindedly travelling over the hard, covered flesh.
�You�ve touched yourself,� Sirius explained, his fingers sliding down Remus� arm, guiding the position of his hand as his fingers curled around him.
�Well yes, but that�s different. I don�t know if I could actually��
�You�re doing it,� Sirius mumbled, his eyes falling shut. He worked Remus� hand over his swollen prick and groaned, shifting his hips. �Fuck.�
�Should I�er�?� Remus faltered as he watched Sirius� reactions. He was breathing now with the rhythm of their strokes, moving his hips about slightly to try and get the fabric of his pants to give a little more.
�Wait,� Remus commanded. �Should I�should I take your trousers off?�
The way Sirius looked up at him made him tremble. Those gray eyes were shining and intense, the pleasure and want already plainly written on his face.
�You�re shaking,� Sirius said with a sly smile.
�Shut up,� Remus whined, tugging his hand away. �I�m not a bloody expert at this!�
The blush was heavy on his cheeks and he moved to part the curtains, suddenly trying to escape. He felt young and inexperienced in comparison and it was making him anxious.
�Remus, you�re�perfect,� Sirius said as he caught the young werewolf�s hand, causing him to pause. �Do you know how long it�s been since I�ve been with someone innocent? It�s�beautiful.�
Before Remus knew it, he was back in Sirius� arms. As they kissed, Sirius slowly unbuttoned his pyjama top, exposing the pale skin of his toned, scarred chest. The shirt hung on Remus� arms as he leaned up for a deeper kiss and Sirius� hands massaged his shoulders for a moment before pressing the shirt to his wrists, where it got all bunched up and trapped his hands together. Sirius smirked, taking the opportunity to duck his head into the curve of Remus� neck and tease the sensitive flesh gently with his teeth and tongue.
�Ghmmph,� said Remus, his head falling back and his eyes fluttering shut halfway.
�See? No need to be nervous. This is just nice,� Sirius said softly, finally taking the time to free Remus� bound hands.
Remus didn�t move for a moment. He only propped himself up on his elbows and let Sirius have his licentious ways with him; and licentious ways they were, for his pyjamas were gone in an instant and the cool air was stinging his skin for a moment before Sirius covered his body with his own. Hands guided his own to Sirius� lower back, and his fingers bumped into the waistband of his loose pants.
It was instinct after that. Sirius was nude before Remus knew what was happening. He pinned the godly black-haired boy to his crimson sheets and teased his throat with fleeting, light kisses. Sirius� fingers grabbed at his hair, the pressure begging him to kiss a little harder, a little lower.
�Impatient wanker,� Remus mumbled. His hands came to Sirius� shoulders and pressed him down firmly to stop his squirming, but this didn�t stop the insistent rocking of his hips.
Their uncovered erections came together then, both heads slick with arousal as they touched. Remus could feel his tightly-held composure becoming undone. His lips crashed into Sirius�, tongues touching and battling for dominance as the wolf inside him began to growl.
�Are you growling at me?� Sirius asked. He didn�t have time to chuckle, for the sound of it was swallowed by Remus� unrelenting mouth. This side of his best mate, he realized, was one he had never truly seen. Sure, it had been hinted at when his play with Moony got a bit rough during the moon, but�
�Fuck,� Sirius gasped, arching up as Remus� hand closed around their solid shafts, pinning them together. Remus rutted into his hand and Sirius couldn�t help but follow suit, burying his face in Remus� neck as the friction of his hand and their cocks rubbing against each other brought him increasingly closer to the end.
And just as he thought he couldn�t take another second of the perfect friction, just as his breath hitched and his body tightened, all motion ceased. Before he could ask what had happened, he felt a tenuous lick beneath his head. This merited a shudder and he propped himself up against the headboard, gazing down as Remus� tongue darted along the thick ridge around his tip. His throbbing shaft gave a firm twitch at the gentle stimulation.
Remus willed his nervousness away and tried to remember all the things Sirius had done with his mouth all those months ago in the common room. He traced a bulging vein with his tongue, following it all the way down Sirius� shaft. His mouth gently closed around one of the firm spheres below the large dick, his nose nestled into the light layer of pubic hair at its base as he sucked.
�Bloody hell, Moony,� Sirius gasped. Girls didn�t often suck on his balls, probably because they didn�t know the inherent pleasure of it, and perhaps that was why his body had jolted so forcefully when Remus� perfect pink lips had admitted one of them. Or perhaps it was because it was Moony, his best friend, and Sirius could see his familiar face in the dim light from the wand lying on the pillow. Maybe it was because everything was a deep, dark secret. Or perhaps it was that the sloppy movements of his mouth and tongue shouted that he was a beginner, and beginners were Sirius� ultimate favourite. Whatever the reason, Remus� ministrations were driving him mad six ways from Sunday.
�Guide me,� Remus whispered as his mouth ascended the stiff shaft. He lapped at the little triangle of sensitive flesh under Sirius� tip and smiled when this merited a soft groan.
�Hold your tongue out,� Sirius commanded, his hand coming to the base of his cock in an effort to steady it.
Remus sat back on his heels and leaned in, his lips parted invitingly and his soft pink tongue hovering a centimetre away from Sirius� throbbing crimson head. Sirius tangled a hand gently in Remus� hair, which had gotten rather shaggy and long, and guided his head forward, closing the gap between tongue and cock. Remus paid attention to every small twitch of the hand on the back of his head, every miniscule instruction, sliding his tongue across Sirius� slit and down the underside of the thick shaft as his lips enveloped the throbbing flesh. A throaty groan from Sirius told him he was on the right track as he began to bob his head.
It was a little awkward at first, especially with the hand knotted in his hair yanking his head every which way, but Remus eventually set a strong, fast pace. After a moment, he grasped Sirius� wrists and pinned them at his sides as he took control. Sirius struggled for a moment, but fell still when he saw the fierce, passionate look in the familiar amber eyes. Remus experimented, listening to each hitch of breath, each tiny jolt of surprise or pleasure as he tried a series of movements with his lips and tongue. In further exploration, he took in every possible inch of Sirius� cock, pressing down until he found his nose buried in the soft black curls around the base. The tip of his tongue drew teasing, intricate patterns on the underside of the shaft and lapped hungrily at the head every time he pulled back far enough.
�Do you even have a gag reflex?� muttered a dumbfounded Sirius, his eyes shut tight and his hips arching of their own accord as Remus took him down to the hilt once more. The definitive swallow around the tightly-constricted head of his cock was the only answer he received.
By that time, Remus was touching himself, hurriedly thrusting into his fist as he bobbed his head on Sirius� dick. The wolf inside him was clawing through, covering his thoughts in fog. All that was left was the action, the pure pleasure of feeling so close to Sirius again after such a long time away. All that was left were the actions to show him how much he cared for him, how much he wanted him to be happy. Perhaps Sirius had a wolf, too, he managed to muse to himself, for the way he was clawing at Remus� head, yanking messy fistfuls of hair, was particularly animalistic.
It was then Remus realized all the yanking and scratching had been Sirius� signal that he was on the very edge and likely to fall over any second. As this realization hit, he felt copious strands of thick, warm come coat the back of his throat and he greedily swallowed, sucking hard for a moment to milk the very last drop. Sirius instantly thwacked Remus� hand away and grabbed hold of his cock, pressing his mouth to it and taking it in almost as deeply, sucking him hotly until he had returned the favour.
They kissed then, grunting and panting, tasting themselves on the other�s tongue, fingers digging into sweat-slick flesh for several moments until the fervour wore down. As the strenuous excitation wore off, they were left gasping for breath and sharing tenuous, soothing kisses.
�Why are you always so fantastic at every sodding thing you try?� Sirius breathed into the smooth skin of Remus� shoulder, the first to break the silence.
Remus blushed at once, a shy smile coming to his tired face. Sirius� fingers were cool on his red cheeks and he leaned into the gentle touch as a thumb dragged over his most distinctive scar.
�It was good?�
�Oh, don�t go fishing for complements, you wanker,� Sirius laughed, thwacking him lightly with a pillow as he sat up. �But yes.�
The unceremonious growl from Sirius� stomach made them both chuckle and as they dressed, Sirius leaned in and stole a lengthy, lingering kiss. His eyes said so many things at that moment, and just as Remus had started to decode them, Sirius smirked and leapt from his bed.
�I�m bloody starving. Anyone up for a trip to the kitchens?� he shouted loudly into the dark.
Remus scurried from Sirius� bed, blushing furiously even though no one could possibly see in the dark.
A string of expletives issued from James� curtains, followed by a groggily-barked, �Do you have any bloody idea what time it is?�
�A man�s hunger knows no clock!� Sirius pronounced. And then, as he turned to the shabbily-clad werewolf standing at the edge of his bed, he winked and added, �Does it, Moony?�
Remus tried to stay nonchalant, but the blush on his cheeks gave him away.
�Oh, grab the cloak, you nonce,� Remus muttered as he withdrew the Map from his trunk. �And you�re getting me a slice of chocolate cake when we get there. Understood?�
�When Messr Moony desires chocolate cake, it is chocolate cake he shall have,� Sirius professed as he swung the cloak about their shoulders. They vanished instantly and huddled together, scouting a route on the map.
�Messr Moony desires chocolate cake all the time,� Remus corrected, moving quietly next to Sirius as they manoeuvred out the dormitory door and down the stairs.
�Messr Moony is a right girl, what with his monthly cycles and his infatuation with chocolate.�
When a wiry arm came around his shoulders, Remus smirked to himself and leaned in closer. The grip was possessive and protective and shouted �You are mine� more thoroughly and convincingly than any words ever could.
�Messr Moony just proved quite thoroughly to you that he is not a sodding girl, Messr Padfoot, and you would do well to remember it.�
He felt the soft, apologetic nip on his ear and smiled. Here he was, pressed to Sirius� lean side, navigating to the kitchen as they had a thousand times before. But this time, something was different. Remus Lupin felt closer to Sirius Black than he had ever imagined possible, and the happiness of it all made him lightheaded and giddy�that, or the promise of chocolate cake, or perhaps a combination of both. But, at any rate, his spirits were soaring long before they reached the kitchens.
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