red [complete]

4.1

Remus can tell the exact moment Sirius spots him in the crowd. Their eyes lock and Sirius pauses his toast to smile and collect himself. His speech ends soon after and he bee-lines past congratulatory handshakes and people wanting to stop him to chat so he can crash into Remus with the biggest hug he can muster.

It is exactly 3 years to the day since they woke up together and had the best half awake sex imaginable. "Hi," Remus laughs while Sirius hugs him even tighter.

"You're here!"

"I told you'd I'd be here."

Sirius smiles up at him, "I know. God it's just so good to have you here."

"Thanks for inviting me."

Sirius releases him now. "On a scale of one to ten, how committed to staying at this banquet are you?"

Remus flashes him an eager grin, "Sirius Black, I have not had sex in three years-"

"I sent you pictures.."

This makes Remus blush, "that hardly compares to the real thing."

"So," Sirius bites his lip, "does that me you're ready to go."

"I just got here."

Sirius snakes his arms around Remus' waist and cups his ass.

"We're in public," Remus chuckles into Sirius' ear, "these are your colleagues."

"Fuck 'em," Sirius growls, low and seductive and right in Remus' ear.

Desire strikes Remus right then when he is painfully, painfully reminded just how long it has been since Sirius' hands were on him. "I'd rather you fuck me."

Sirius snatches Remus hand and drags him out of the charity ball and to his car.

When they get back to Sirius' house, it's a flurry of hands and lips. Remus can't remember a time when he felt any better than he did then with Sirius' mouth attached to his and Sirius' hands in his hair and Sirius shoving him down onto the bed.

Remus groans as Sirius crawls over him. He reaches up wraps Sirius' tie around his hand to pull him forward into a bruising kiss. He reaches his other hand up around Sirius' back and hooks his legs around Sirius' thighs. "Mhmm, missed you." Remus mumbles into the next kiss.

"Take your pants off."

When Remus reaches for his belt and zipper, he feels exactly how hard Sirius is. "Fuck," he whimpers as he feels the rough material of Sirius' slacks against his exposed thighs, "take yours off. Shirt too." Remus eagerly works on the buttons of Sirius' dress shirt, "leave the tie on."

Sirius chuckles as he lets Remus slip his shirt over his chest and across his shoulders.

"Fuck," Remus says again as he takes in Sirius on top of him, "fuck, Sirius. You look so good. I want you so much." He shudders as Sirius begins to unbutton his shirt.

When Remus leans up to work the shirt off his arms, Sirius grabs his back and hold them chest to chest.

They're both breathing heavily as their chests rise and fall together.

Sirius breathes Remus in. Its the same spiced teakwood that has been haunting him for the last three years. It flooded his senses every time he came on the phone with Remus and when he came thinking about Remus and when he came looking at a picture of Remus. "Oh my God, Remus. I fucking love you."

Remus lifts his hips and grinds them against Sirius'. "Will you please fuck me."

"MhmMhmm. Fuck." Sirius quickly tugs his own briefs over his thighs and then he quickly follows up with Remus'.

They both feel the intensity grow as they lay head to toe naked (save Sirius' tie) and pressed against each other. "I am never leaving again," Remus breathes heavily as Sirius digs around for some lube.

"I'll make it worth your while," Sirius teases as he settles back between Remus' legs.

Remus looks down as he hears Sirius open the bottle and he realizes that he wants to see that sight over and over and over again. "Hey Sirius?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you too."