Under strange circumstances

Chapter 8

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Remus

The night quickly becomes quite hectic as people rush around gathering their belongings for the ride home. The first and second year students all laugh and talk excitedly as they do this, seemingly unaware of the circumstances leading to everyone leaving early. Yet, though the situation is somewhat serious, I can't help feeling excited myself every time I look over at Sirius. Two weeks with my friends means two weeks with Sirius. No school work, annoying kids, or teachers to get in our way. 'Whatcha thinking about, Moony?' My train of thought is interrupted as Sirius plonks down on the ground of the dormitory next to me. I suddenly notice that James and Frank have left the room (though I'm unsure why), and Peter is still in the hospital wing. We're alone. 'I'm just thinking about stuff.'

'What sort of stuff?' He moves closer to me and plants a kiss on my temple. I feel a wave of desire rush through me as he smiles, waiting for my response. But instead of answering him, I do something else; 'Fuck it, I can't handle this anymore.' I turn, effortlessly picking him up and throwing him onto my bed. He looks up at me with surprise and slight excitement as I straddle him and lean down. As our lips meet I feel lust rush through me, and I move my mouth to the edge of Sirius' jaw. I kiss it gently, indulging in his soft moans, and slowly move down to the base of his neck, leaving a trail of hickeys behind. His collarbones are poking out from the neck of his shirt, so I kiss them too, before moving up to his mouth again.

Sirius

I'm so fucking turned on right now. Merlin, I knew Remus could make me feel stuff but I never imagined I'd feel like this. He's biting my ear playfully now and kissing the skin underneath it. Unable to contain myself, I move my face so that our lips meet again. This time, I let my tongue swirl around his mouth, and our teeth clack together as Remus grins. His hands are on my neck and lower back, on the back of my head, on my chest, everywhere. I open my eyes as our mouths meet again, smiling as I watch Remus' face relax and his cheeks flush happily. Suddenly his eyes flick open and I'm met with a hazel gaze. Remus' eyes don't leave mine as his hand trails down my chest to the bottom of my shirt, where it stays for a moment. He searches my eyes and I watch as he swallows nervously, his adam's apple moving up and down quickly. 'Can I....' He trails off and looks down nervously, the light from before leaving his eyes.

Remus

I feel Sirius' hand on my chin, and he lifts my head to look into his eyes. Then, he gently pushes me off of him and reaches down to the bottom of his shirt. In one swift movement, without breaking our eye contact, he lifts off his shirt. I feel my heart start to beat faster as I take in his body. Fuck, his glorious body. He's lightly muscled, but his torso isn't as tan as his arms and face, though it's still darker than my own skin. I gingerly reach out a hand and place it at the top of his chest, then trail my hand up to his collar bones. I let my hand drag down, down, until it's resting at the edge of Sirius' pants. He looks into my eyes with question, but I shake my head ever so slightly. Not yet, I'm not ready to go there. He understands me without me having to verbalise my thoughts, and grins, reaching down and lifting the bottom of my shirt. I shy away, covering my now exposed stomach with my hands. It's not like we haven't seen each other shirtless before (well, I've seen him shirtless countless times, though I haven't given him so many opportunities to see me.) 'Remus, you have nothing to be ashamed of.'

Sirius

'I know.. I just feel like you won't... want me. Like maybe you'll see my scars, and you'll think that I'm not good enough. And I'm not as fit as you, like, I know people think the werewolf thing leaves you completely ripped with an eight-pack but really-' I cut him off with a kiss, and move my hands to the bottom of his shirt again. 'Remus, I don't care whether or not you have an eight-pack, in fact I'd rather you didn't. To me, you're perfect the way you are. I love you Remus.' He smiles, and then puts his hands over my own, leaning our foreheads together. 'I love you too, Sirius.'