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Tell Me What This Is	By : WinterRaven Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 2463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tell Me What This Is

There was a rasp on the front door, a weary knock. It wasn’t too firm but just hard enough to bring Lupin from his daze. The slender man was perched on his old threadbare sofa—a hand-me-down from his dead parents—where he had been dozing for some time, hours perhaps. He couldn’t be sure. The sharp sound broke his reverie and his head snapped upward, an unread newspaper slipping from his lap onto the dusty ground.

He peered in the direction of the door, his eyes narrowed. His heart hammered a little faster than usual, skipped a beat. He rarely had guests, and when he did, they were usually limited to Dumbledore or an old colleague from Hogwarts—but they always made plans to meet, always listed a specific date or time for their arrival.

Never had someone come unexpectedly.

He glanced at the scratched, dull grandfather clock in the corner of the dimly lit sitting room—it was nearly midnight. Gripping his wand by the worn handle, he rose from his seat, moved slick and silent over the unkempt carpet into the dark foyer.

“Lumos,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

The space was illuminated with his wand’s harsh light and he stared at the closed entrance door. He waited. The sound came again, a soft knock, almost pleading for entry.

Lupin cleared his throat.

“Who is it?” he asked, nearly pressing his mouth to the door; he kept his voice even and strong.

He whimpered when he heard the response, the groan of the name, that name and he wrenched the door open without hesitation. The cool summer air wafted into Lupin’s apartment as they stared at each other.

“You,” was all Lupin managed to say.

He soaked in Sirius’ appearance, the wan color of his skin—almost waxy white— disheveled shoulder length black hair, purpleish circles underneath his glinting eyes, ripped and filthy black clothes. They were practically the same height but Sirius seemed a shadow of his former self, his back hunched just like the night he had escaped from Hogwarts. He was ragged and skeletal then and now. They had not seen each other since then, since the truth became clear and shining, since Lupin discovered Sirius’ innocence.

“Come in, come in,” Lupin said, gesturing for Sirius to enter.

The man outside blinked in a forlorn sort of way—he looked exhausted, broken in the balmy evening.

“Can’t walk anymore,” he grunted, his voice gravel and rough.

Lupin tucked his wand in his jeans pocket and stepped outside. He snaked his arm around Sirius and shuffled the man into the house. He kicked the door shut behind him, led the weakened man to the sofa and plopped him down on the cushions. Lupin dropped to his knees, glancing up at Sirius’ frayed face.

Their eyes connected.

“I can’t believe you still live here,” Sirius commented quietly.

Lupin ignored him.

“Where have you been all these weeks?”

“On the run,” Sirius murmured. His tired eyelids closed slowly and he didn’t move for a minute.

Worried, Lupin pulled himself up, so his hands were resting on either side of Sirius’ starved knees. His eyes examined Sirius’ chest, rising and falling steadily and then his jutting cheekbones, trying to accept his decrepit appearance.

“Sirius?”

The man did not stir. Lupin repeated the name, pushing himself fully on his arms so that his chest was touching Sirius’ knees. Their faces were inches apart—Lupin took in the stubble, could count Sirius’ eyelashes…

The black eyes popped open. Sirius gave Lupin a sliver of a smile.

“Remember the last time we were this close?” he whispered, his hot, musty breath spilling over Lupin’s skin and nose, assaulting his nostrils, forcing him to recall that night.

Lupin gulped and nodded.

“How drunk are you?”

Sirius peered up at the concerned voice from behind a curtain of magnificent black hair. He gave Lupin a mischievous grin, his straight teeth flashing across his face. Even in the near blackness of their dorm, his skin was luminous, glowing.

“Not drunk enough, mate.”

He took the bottle of Firewhiskey with a trembling, elegant hand and poured himself a sloppy shot. Lupin sighed as he removed his messenger bag and blazer, threw the items carelessly on his four-poster bed. He turned to face Sirius, watching in amusement as his friend downed the shot in one gulp, his eyes clamping together and a hiss bubbling from his ruddy lips.

“Shit. That’s strong.”

“Smells like it,” Lupin commented. He shoved his hands deep in his trouser pockets. “Where’s everyone?”

“Beats me. Probably down in the kitchens,” Sirius groaned, opening his eyes again; they were watering and bloodshot. His gaze was locked directly on Lupin and the boy felt himself grow uncomfortable under the fire in the stare.

“Remind me why you’re getting trashed on a Tuesday night?” Lupin asked.

Sirius gave a bark of laughter.

“We graduate on Thursday,” he said as if this were the most obvious answer in the world. “Gotta celebrate, right?”

He poured another drink into the glass and stumbled from his bed over to Lupin, who eyed him wearily. The Firewhiskey slopped all over Sirius’ front, soaking through his unbuttoned white shirt, over his skin and his exposed chest but he barely seemed to notice.

“Have a shot.”

“No thanks, I’m fine.”

Sirius smirked, noting where Lupin’s eyes were.

“Like what you see?” he growled as he threw the bottle and shot glass from his hands. They landed on the floor with a clunk.

Lupin stared, his heart hammering.

“What?”

“You’re looking at my chest—”

“Yeah, because you just spilled booze all over it, you great prat.”

But Sirius was now far too close for Lupin’s liking. Though he was drunk, the intensity of Sirius’ look was singeing straight through him, forcing a fierce blush to mottle his cheeks.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” Sirius said, controlling his voice so he did not slur.

Lupin gave a harsh laugh.

“You’re fucking drunk—”

The words died in his throat. Sirius’ hands were now resting on his shoulders; the handsome boy gave his friend a look of defiance, his chin up in a haughty way.

“I’m not that drunk, Moony.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m telling you I think you’re lovely—”

“Get off.”

“No.”

The hands gripped hard on Lupin’s shoulders, fingernails digging deep through his shirt, into his flesh. Lupin gasped but did not pull away. His mind had gone blank, as though wiped by a memory charm; he vaguely recalled that his wand was in his pocket. He could reach back for it and blast Sirius off of him, but the smell of the other boy was almost as intoxicating as the liquor—a subtle scent of sweat and spice. Lupin felt his eyelids flutter.

“You’re beautiful,” Sirius repeated, his glazed eyes roaming over Lupin’s confused and nervous face. “I want to kiss you.”

“You’re drunk,” Lupin said, his voice hollow. He could not ignore the vicious hammering in his chest, how his face seemed to move forward of its own accord, his lips drawn inexplicably to Sirius’ luscious ones.

They were gazing at each other, needy and desperate.

“Kiss me.”

Lupin didn’t know who said it but he grabbed Sirius without thinking and slammed the drunken boy’s mouth to his own.

“Let’s get you into bed, okay?” Lupin managed to whisper, bringing himself back to the present moment. “You need rest.”

Sirius was staring at him, unblinking, his expression unreadable.

“C’mon, Sirius.”

Lupin stood from his kneeling position, refusing to make eye contact with the man before him. Sirius sighed, allowed Lupin to help him stand, allowed him to walk him into the small bedroom past the kitchen. In the blackness of the evening, Lupin undressed Sirius, ignoring the strange thrumming in his chest, forcing himself not to acknowledge Sirius’ heavy breathing or slight whimpers as he removed his shirt.

“Remus.”

Lupin’s eyes went in the direction of Sirius’ voice. He could barely see anything in the darkness, save for a sliver of moonlight creeping through the window; it landed on Sirius’ pale shoulders. Lupin gasped when he felt foreign hands on his arms, when he felt that thin chest pressed to his.

“I want to be close to you again, Remus.”

Lupin tried to resist as Sirius’ lips smothered his, a supple tongue forcing its way into his moaning mouth. He wanted to fight against this urge—whatever this feverish feeling was—the urge that told him to submit. There was a need growing in him that he had not felt since he was seventeen, a thunder filling his chest and groin. There were bony fingers in his short hair as Sirius pulled their faces impossibly closer, their mouths moving in a crazed dance. Lupin gave a wild moan, an animalistic grunt as his tongue slipped over Sirius’, pulling in Sirius’ scent and cries and whines. He was pushing Sirius backward, forcing him toward the mattress, his hands clasping onto the man with fierce possession.

“You’re mine,” Lupin growled into Sirius’ ear.

They fell onto the bed.

And they fell onto a bed, Sirius whimpering above Lupin, ripping his shirt open with such force that the ground was soon littered with buttons and loose strings. Lupin barely registered what was happening—he was too caught up in the sensation of Sirius’ lips suckling the delicate skin of his neck, bruising inevitably and marking him.

Marking. Possessing.

He had never done this before—never kissed another person—but this came too naturally to him, came with a rush of desire and want and submission. Sirius was forcing his mouth open with his tongue, plunging the slick muscle in and Lupin was grinding wantonly against Sirius’ clothed hardness.

“Fuck!” Sirius yelled, yanking off Lupin’s pants in frenzy. “Want—you—naked!”

Lupin sat up, his gasps hitching in his throat. He helped Sirius’ fumbling fingers drag his pants and boxers from his body. Sirius tore his Firewhiskey stained shirt from his strong chest and then everything else. Before Lupin had a chance to admire the stunning beauty before him, Sirius was on him again, pinning Lupin’s shoulders to the mattress with his calloused hands. The soft lips were back to his neck, licking, nibbling; Sirius’ smell was assaulting every part of him, inebriating him, putting Lupin in a stifling trance of lust and desire. He tried in vain to reach up and grab Sirius, wanting to run his hands over that muscular back, wanting to slide his fingers down his ass, over his built thighs, but Sirius’s hold was too tough to break, so Lupin succumbed.

He cried out when Sirius released him suddenly. He was disappointed at the loss of Sirius’ weight on his body but gave a hoarse yell when those lips were on his dripping hardness, enveloping his engorged member in solid wet warmth, the mouth moaning around his cock.

“Clothes off,” Lupin whispered as he fell on top of Sirius’ skinny frame.

The man below him complied soundlessly and the two removed every article from them until they were pressed, hot, nude flesh against flesh. Sirius’ hands went back to Lupin’s hair but their kisses were slower, more controlled now. They took the time to savor each other—it had been so many years after all. Lupin’s thigh was in between Sirius’ legs, gently rubbing the hardness there. Sirius was moaning into Lupin’s mouth, their tongues tangoeing in drawn out need.

Lupin’s delicate hand was on Sirius’ aching prick and the man gasped beneath him.

“Touch me, yes, yes!”

His fingers held the member, reveled feeling Sirius’ cock, loved that heaviness, the throbbing organ pulsing to his touches. Sirius was a mess beneath him, his head thrashing side to side in barely contained lust, years and years of want and Lupin’s eyes focused on Sirius’ face eagerly, soaking in what little of it he could see in the darkness.

“Open up for me,” came Sirius’ hoarse whisper.

He had pulled himself from Lupin’s twitching member, licking his lips as he went and Lupin spread his legs obligingly. Somehow, Sirius had acquired a wand and he pointed it at Lupin’s entrance, muttering a cleaning and lubricating spell before tossing the stick to the side. Lupin was breathing as though he had run a marathon, his eyes seeking Sirius’ face and the other boy positioned himself on top. Lupin’s hands trembled as they reached for Sirius’ cheeks, cupping them; the two stared at each other for a long time, both hearts beating quickly; there was so much emotion flashing in both of their eyes, too much that was fighting to come out, that couldn’t be said.

“I’ve wanted this forever,” Sirius murmured, kissing Lupin’s lips in a much gentler way than before.

“Have me then,” Lupin whispered.

And with a groan, Sirius placed the bulbous tip of his cock at Lupin’s ready entrance. He pushed in slowly, growling as his erection was clasped in the needy, tight heat of Lupin’s channel. Lupin shut his eyes, willing his body to relax so he could better swallow Sirius’ cock inside of him; he was overwhelmed at the burning, pleasurable sensation in his most private of places.

“Take it, take it,” Sirius was moaning; the sound was uncontrolled, instinctive. He pushed balls deep inside. “Take all of me.”

Lupin moved down, took his hand off Sirius’ cock and the man whimpered, craving more. Lupin’s mouth was over Sirius’ entrance suddenly, suckling and licking the puckered opening. Sirius’ hands were still in his hair, pulling, tugging in unabated desire. Lupin shoved his tongue deep in, allowing himself to be taken over with everything Sirius offered him, allowing himself to worship Sirius’ insides with his mouth.

“Remus, Remus, Remus!” Sirius was chanting, his voice husky, begging; Lupin’s name almost sounded like a prayer, a call.

Lupin was moaning in Sirius’ entrance, his eyes shut as his hands ran soothingly up and down Sirius’ spread, wide legs.

“Remus, no more foreplay,” came Sirius’ grating rasp. “I want you.”

And Lupin obliged. He tore himself from the entrance he loved to lavish and grabbed his wand from his pant pocket; he cleaned and lubricated Sirius and the man watched him with wide eyes.

“You’re taking me?” came Sirius’ nervous whisper.

“Only if you want me to.”

There was a pause between the two men where the only sound was of their labored breathing.

“Have me then,” Sirius murmured.

The thrusts were wild, uncontrolled and inexperienced.

Sirius cried out each time he pulled out and threw himself back in, consumed in the haze of this feeling, the realness that was his cock ravaging the beautiful boy beneath him. Lupin’s back was arched against the mattress and his grip on Sirius’ arms was so rough the other boy was losing feeling there but he didn’t care. He steeped himself in Lupin’s pleasure, greedily pounding into him. Sirius kept hitting that spot buried within, that bundle of nerves that caused Lupin’s body to jolt and shudder.

Sirius splayed over him, whining and whimpering against his neck. Lupin’s arms were wrapped around him, forcing them so close that their chests slicked over each other’s, so that their mouths continued their dance, possessing and being possessed.

The thrusts were steady and careful.

Sirius hissed underneath him, wriggling his hips higher, eager for more. Lupin had never filled another man, never thought he would fill this one, take him like this; and Sirius, he seemed to want it, all of the other man’s cock. They were intertwined in a mess of legs and arms, in a series of tender kisses, slow thrusts, untidy moans. Lupin was leaning over Sirius, putting his full weight on him and Sirius’ hands held his face. Lupin kept driving in deeper. Sirius cried out when Lupin brushed his prostate, his eyes rolling to the back of his head; he was lost, so lost in this feeling.

Sirius was begging Lupin to fill him with his seed.

And Lupin did, screaming as his cock burst inside the other man. Sirius fisted himself to completion, splattering his sticky come over them both.

Their heavy breathing had not yet died down, Lupin had not yet removed himself but he kissed Sirius, kissed him passionately, wanted to keep him there for good.

“Never leave me again,” Lupin wept, crying against Sirius’ neck.

And though Sirius promised he wouldn’t go, swore to it on his body and soul, it seemed that all too quickly he was gone. It seemed all too fast that two years later, Lupin would watch helplessly as his lover tumbled behind the veil, forever out of sight.

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