WOLFSTAR: Oneshots

Scar Worship

"Don't look at me like that"

It was early in the morning. The sun had barely started the day, and orange rays created a line just above the bed where Remus and Sirius had just been asleep, revealing the dust. Not a sound could be heard other than the city coming to life in the distance. Sirius attempted to have a good look at Remus before he went off to work. Being in bed with him felt like a dream, no matter how many times they woke beside each other.

"You know I love looking at you"

Remus smirked, "you're just saying that to be nice"

Big, rough hands caressed the professor's hair; It was all messy and tangled up, just like the sheets. A wonderful feeling fell over him like a blanket, snuggly and comfortable. Sirius was the only one who made him feel this way. Of course there were days when not even the Animagus could cheer him up, but most of the time there was always room to feel good, or at least better, when he was around.

"I'm getting up if you don't stop staring at-"

Sirius was quick interrupt, "Your scars" he said, "are a magnificent touch to your beautiful face"

He always said that. But it was hard to believe after spending so many years hating his own face. Despite not fully believing it, Lupin blushed slightly before laying down on his back, rubbing his hands over his face. It was nice to be called beautiful by the man he loved, but he wanted another compliment. One he didn't get very often, one he didn't want to ask for.

Lupin eyed the man beside him, who was resting his head on his fist which pressed against his cheek.

"What?" he asked with a sleepy voice.

How could he tell him? Should he tell him? Being a grown man meant expressing what he wanted. However, it wasn't always as easy as people wanted it to be. No, it was hard. Even if he had known Sirius since he was 11. Maybe the fact that they had known each other for so long made it harder to say.

"I love it when you call me beautiful but-" he thought for a second before continuing, "but I don't think my scars are beautiful"

"I know" replied Sirius, placing a hand on Remus' bare chest.

It was hard to know whether they were talking past each other. Maybe he didn't understand what Moony was trying to tell him. However, Sirius wasn't thick, and they both knew that. He shuffled a closer to Lupin, leaning over him a little,

"Maybe there's something else I should call you" he mumbled as their lips met.

Kissing someone you love is another level of euphoria; they were both filled with it as their lips danced gently. A warm sensation floated in Remus' stomach, causing him to pull himself closer to Sirius. Their kiss grew stronger, more passionate.

"yeah?" Remus mumbled, "what's that?"

Skin touching skin, heavy breaths; the euphoria quickly turned into lust. Moony now felt the weight of the other man on top of him, it felt comfortable, like a weighted blanket. Sirius lips found their way down to his jawline, then his neck. They didn't have time to mess around too much, but it was hard to stop once it had begun. It was, in many ways, an addiction.

"You're hot" whispered Padfoot, caressing Remus' neck and hairy chest as he continued to kiss him, "Your scars, they make you look dangerous"

Most of the time, dangerous would be quite triggering, but the way his lover said it was something different. It was arousing, it was satisfying. It was exactly what he wanted to hear.