Lupinus Sublimis

Title: Lupinus Sublimis (Chapter 2)
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: The characters in this creation belong to JK Rowling.
Not making money, just having fun with them. (Oh yes, they are so
much fun).
Rating: NC-17 (Sexual has arrived at last)
Summary: Remus Lupin falls in-love with his comrade Sirius Black. He
can\'t bring himself to tell Sirius so he turns to art. He writes
beautiful sexually explicit poetry anonymously and drives Sririus
crazy with lust.
Category: Up to now it\'s been pretty melodramatic. Angst, Romance,
Unresolved Sesual Tensions and some Romance.
Feedback: Owls would be deeply apreciated. Please do not visit by
Floo powder, my fireplace is stuffed with nargles.
Author\'s Note: This is the chapter that inspired it all. Enjoy.

Lupinus Sublimis
Chapter 2

\"Remus, wake up you!\" James was shaking him awake. He opened one eye
and wished shortly after that he had not done so for the sun came to
punish his deed with swift retribution. He had a slight head-ache and
his left temple was throbbing a little.

James giggled when Remus raised his arm dropped it heavily on top of
his pillow, and sent the pile of fluff flying across the room and
missing James by about two meters. The dark haired youth raised an
eyebrow when Remus turned his back towards him. The lying boy was
muttering something in his sleep that sounded much like \"castrate you
I will\" and \"I\'m sleeping, can\'t tell?\"

\"I know, I know! But you didn\'t come to breakfast and well, we were
worried.\"

\"What\'sha matime\'s it?\"

\"Eh…\" James checked his watch, \"Nine four—fifteen.\"

The moment he had said that, Remus was off the bed and rummaging like
a mad-man through his trunk. \"Did you take my uniform robes again?!
Where are the accursed things? I\'ll BURN them if they disappear again
at such a moment!\"

James approached Remus\' bent figure and lightly tapped him on the
shoulder. \"WHAT?\" James adjusted his glasses and solemnly pointed at
the mirror across the room. Remus glanced the way the digit was
signaling and felt his cheeks flush. He had been wearing the uniform
robes all along! Shoes and everything. James started to laugh
fervently.

\"Remus, I know something is bothering you. Just know that you can
trust me if you need to talk.\" The dirty blonde hair was promptly
pressed against the side of his face. Remus had thrown himself on him
and hugged him.

\"Thank you, James.\"

Oh shit. Something is really wrong with him. \"Wait! Hey MOONY WAIT!\"
James caught up with Remus as they ran down the winding staircase of
the boy\'s dormitories. They slowed down as they made their way out of
the portrait of the Fat Lady trying to recover their breaths.

They arrived to Potions class late, but that was something they had
done many times before. Remus\' high spirits of having such a great
friend as James were grappled with and quenched when he sat on his
chair at the back of the class and realized that Sirius was sitting
right next to him. He nodded as he blurted out his whispered morning
greetings and then bent to pull out the books from his bag. His
breath had caught itself in his throat and was compulsively refusing
to get out.

He coughed as he came back to level with his desk. Why did he have to
be so nervous? Why? Why? Why? Why could he not just act as if nothing
was happening? If James could do it when Lily Evans was around, why
couldn\'t he? Remus sighed and dared to sneak a glance towards the
breath-taking boy sitting next to him. He smiled a little when that
happened for Sirius was looking right back at him with the
funniest `what-in-the-fucking-world-has-fucking-gotten-into-you\' kind
of look. Regardless how frightened he was at being smack next to the
source of his worries, Remus was glad that Sirius had not guessed
what had fucking gotten into him.

The professor had given them the knuckle-cracking task of taking
dictation on the various malign uses of chamomile. Yes, chamomile.
Sirius gave up half-way through the dictation and was instead making
little doodles on the sides of his parchment. Whatever, he could
flirt his way into copying the notes from someone else later. As his
quill scratched the surface of his parchment he looked at Remus.

He looked so cute there with the hand opposite to Sirius propping up
his head while the other one moved from side to side of the page. The
boy\'s hair was a little wavy and it was entwined around the long
fingers against it. His brow was a little clenched in concentration
and the hazel eyes following the progress of the point of his quill.

The dark haired youth felt his insides tighten and give a very
familiar and pleasurable throb when his eyes moved down to his
friend\'s lips. He was actively nibbling on the lower one and now and
then a wet tongue would dart out to coat with saliva. Sirius found
himself doing the same thing and then noticed that his mouth was dry
probably because it had been hanging open for the past five minutes.

The bell rang and the students in the class got up from their chairs
as if some kind of ejection button had been hit. Remus got up as
well, eager to get the hell out of the close proximity he had been
sharing with Sirius when he felt a warm hand descend on top of his.
He froze on the spot, his eyes as wide as saucers, the hairs on the
back of his neck standing all at once. Sirius noticed this effect and
sought to calm the boy standing in front of him down by tightening
his grip ever so slightly on the captive hand. He heard a sharp in-
take of air and then the fingers he held ever so tenderly shivered at
the increase on the pressure.

Remus pulled his hand, panic written in big bold letters over the
gorgeous hazel eyes. He feared not being able to hide the warm bulge
of ecstasy protruding against the fabric of his groin and so he fled
leaving a very baffled Sirius glued to his chair.

Sirius blinked. \"I think he likes you, Padfoot.\" He stood up and
turned around to stare at Peter and James.

\"Nonsense. If he did, he wouldn\'t be running away from me like I bore
the Bubonic Plague.\" Tactless creatures men are indeed.

*******

\"Stupid Remus!\" He kept on telling himself as he walked towards the
library. He could have stayed there and enjoyed Sirius\' gesture for a
little longer. If only… No. That\'ll never happen he kept on telling
himself. That had been an accident and none of it had any meaning. No
matter how much he wanted it to. He needed it to.

Remus figured that some reading would do him well to get rid of the
bulge in his pants. He made his way to the Muggle Studies section of
the library since it always seemed to be the emptier one. He threw
his bag on the table and picked out a couple of volumes. Sighing, he
began to read about Alexander the Great. Remus had always liked
Alexander as a child. He was a military genius after all and his
story seemed so foreign that it always distracted him from reality.

\"…there is speculation among Muggle scholars specializing on the
Macedonian expansion that argue that Alexander the Great was a
homosexual, which they agree was not uncommon in his time…\" Remus
regretted ever thinking that the story of this man would take him
away from reality. If anything, the general had thrown him back in it
belly first. \"...some go as far as to say that he was deeply in-love
with his best friend and trusted advisor, in the Battle of Issus…\"

Remus slammed the book shut and placed his face in his hands. There
was no denying it now, he was a queer deeply in-love with his best
friend. There was also another rather throbbing problem that he could
not deny by any means.

His dirty blonde hair wiped against the side of his face in disarray
as he walked rather hastily up to the Gryffindor tower. He had to do
something to get Sirius to take notice of him in ways other than the
friendship they both cherished so much. Remus slammed his door shut
and finally felt that he was free to do what needed to be done. He
was finally alone, and the guys would not be coming back until the
evening.

His eyes became hazed the way they always did whenever he had the
prospect of pleasuring himself. Oh Merlin he had just realized that
he had not done this in weeks. Tongue moistened parted lips as his
fingers released the buttons holding his robes onto his body. As his
garments fell to the floor, Remus walked towards his bed. He was
running his hands over his chest, barely touching the sensitive flesh
there when he came to a halt.

Remus changed direction and walked over to Sirius\' bed, his cock
twitching with excitement, his throat moaning as his long fingers
toyed with a pink nipple. The little bud hardened and the naked boy
let himself fall onto the soft mattress. He pressed his face against
the pillow and moaned in anticipation as he smelled of Sirius all
over him. His hips seemed to be working independently from the rest
of his body as he found himself enjoying the heated friction against
the sheets.

The boy rolled onto his back and gasped. These were the sheets, the
lucky fucking sheets that clung to the sensual body of the tall black
haired youth. Remus found this piece of information to be such a turn-
on that he was panting with the need to stroke the pulsating heat
between his legs. But he liked to tease himself, regardless how
urgent his need.

\"Ah, Sirius… caress me,\" he began to sob into the pillow as he
imagined that his comrade was pressing against him. He brought two of
his fingers to his mouth and licked them eagerly, hungrily, sinfully,
coating them with saliva. His eyes closed of their own accord and the
fantasy intensified. He pinched his nipples with his slick fingers
and raised one leg in order to caress his creamy inner thighs. In his
sweet fantasy he imagined those luxurious silvery-gay eyes clouded
with lusty passion, eyelids lowered, cheeks flushed, rapid breathing…
all for him. All those agonizingly torturous sounds of pleasure to
come out of Sirius\' mouth he wanted them all to himself.

A hand traveled to the main source of his pleasure and Remus gasped
wantonly as he wrapped his long fingers loosely around his weeping
erection. He let his head fall back, the smell of sensuous Sirius
crept into his nose, the sheets were beginning to bruise his
sensitive skin, his own sounds of delight were bringing him closer to
the edge, he could taste sweat on his lips and in his eyes he had the
image of silvery-gray eyes gazing upon his masturbating form with the
most delicious look of all. His senses were on the overload and his
hand pumped his cock with no mercy. He was so turned-on by the place
he was doing this on; this erotic act of self pleasure. His salivated
hand cupped his own balls and he gave up panting for screaming as his
back arched in orgasm.

\"Oh yes! Ohyesohyesohsogood there!\"

Minutes passed as he lay there among ruffled sheets that were not his
own and the afternoon sun bathed his naked wasted body in warm light.
Remus smiled, he felt so satisfied. He dwelled for a moment on the
thought of the sunlight. It was now so soothing to be caressed by it.
How odd it was that this morning upon being awaken he had hated it.
Much like his new found attraction towards Sirius, he liked it now,
and hated it at other times.

\"Mmmmmnnn…\" He closed his eyes enjoying the tingling post-orgasmic
sensation that spread throughout his body when he wiggled his toes.
The comfort of the situation gave him an idea.

It sounded crazy, but then he wasn\'t doing things that were perfectly
sane lately now was he? Remus liked to write and as a little boy he
had always wanted to grow up and find himself a sweetheart to write
letters and poems of undying love to. Well, he had the sweetheart;
all he needed now was some parchment a quill and-- he glanced down at
himself as he was making his way to a sitting position—some serious
clean up, not to mention garments to cover his nakedness with.

Remus made it a scrutinizing and neat-freak business to clean himself
and the bed to perfection; the muggle way. This task was not really
hard for he was a neat-freak anyways. He could not help himself but
smile. Oh release had felt so good. He was going to make it a point
out of masturbating in Sirius\' bed again. The thrill of it was so
kinky.

Once he was done with the cleaning he sat on the window edge with all
the required instruments of writing, even some smuggled firewhiskey.
James was always prepared to party.

*******

\"Moony did not show up to History of Magic either.\" Sirius was pacing
around the boy\'s bathroom like a caged beast. He was so perplexed.

The urinal James had been utilizing was flushed and the boy pulled up
his zipper while he said, \"And I didn\'t see him in astronomy. Don\'t
look at me like that Padfoot. I would know if I had.\" He was getting
tired of Sirius\' restlessness. \"Geez. Cool off mate. It\'s enough with
Moony getting Pre-Menstrual-Syndrome!\"

Peter blushed and giggled, he had been examining a particularly nasty
zit on his forehead in front of the mirror. \"I was a guy last time I
checked.\"

\"Well,\" James sought words to defend himself against that argument.
He opened his mouth, gaped for air like a fish out of water and then
closed it again. There was no way he could argue with Peter on this.
And he sure as hell wasn\'t going to be giving out temporary gender
changes.

\"I mean. He\'s never acted like this, for Merlin\'s sake. Remus loves
History of Magic. I mean. It\'s so agh!\" He was now pulling on his
long shinny black hair, trying to find an outlet for his discomfort.

James and Peter looked at each other and began to laugh.

\"WHAT?\" Sirius turned around with hoops of steel to face his friends.
His pony tail was long gone with all the tugging and he looked
positively more dashing than ever.

\"Padfoot and Moony sitting on a tree,\" James sang as Peter leaned on
to an urinal cracking up, \"k-i-s-s-i-n-g!\" He finished with a
theatrical hand gesture that included a complicated court-like bow
and some amused sounds of laughter.

The tall boy actually blushed; funny that it took a childish song to
make him do that. He then sighed and looked at his friends square in
the eyes. \"Fine. But don\'t tell him anything or I\'ll castrate you.\"

\"That makes two offers for today,\" grinned James sticking his wand up
the sink water-spitting devise just to see how far it could go.

They made their way to their dormitory in the Gryffindor tower.

*******

Remus slammed the book he was using for support shut as he heard
voices approaching his door. The letter he had been writing was stuck
in between the pages and looked innocently like discarded homework.
The door opened and the three boys pored into the room acting ever so
much like themselves that Remus suspected nothing of the conversation
that had taken place in the bathroom just ten minutes before.

James looked at Remus who was smiling innocently, sitting on top of
his bed with a couple of text books on his side. Then his eyes
spotted the firewhiskey and he grinned. \"Remus you are so smart.
Greedy but smart. Give it here!\"

Remus couldn\'t have been in a better mood. His writing had given him
confidence and he felt that Sirius was a lot more comfortable around
him too.

*******

The week had made it a point out of going at snail\'s pace, but the
weekend had finally come. Sirius woke up to find the room deserted.
Oh well, he had overslept there. He got up and stretched walking
around the room. He smiled when he saw that Remus had made his bed
and folded his pajamas into a neat pile on top of his pillow. The guy
was such a perfectionist.

He got dressed and walked into the Great Hall still yawning. The
smell of bacon and eggs was making his stomach grumble like an old
man. He sat on the table to eat. He did not feel like getting up
again to reach for the pumpkin juice and so he chose to summon it.
Sirius stuffed his fist into his robes looking for his want when he
felt a piece of folded parchment in there too. A piece of folded
parchment he had not place there himself.

The beautiful young man summoned the drink while he lazily held the
letter in one hand. He was tipping the goblet to his lips while he
read when his lungs filled with unwanted air and he ended up spitting
the juice right back into its vessel.

He read the lines over and over. So gorgeous, so provocative, oh the
mind of the writer was such a delight!

Lupinus Sublimus

\"I find myself frigid like the Northern-most Sea,
Tepid like the fall of autumn leaves,
Calescent like the bite of burning tea,
I lust for thee even when you leave.

`Tis not mere lusty passion,
Which consumes me without mercy,
`Tis of thee the vision,
That within me causes contingency.

Sensations are at times bitter,
For the morning sun the eyes stings,
But oh then the vibrations are better,
And for thee a puppet I am on strings.

Lips are bitten hard and then licked,
White bliss surmounts whilst stroking,
Ardent moans are enticed,
Of my groin is oblivion possession taking.

No longer can I shape see,
These hallucinations of you stroking me,
Creamy essence from me flees.
All I think about is thee.

`Sublimis\' Romans called sublime,
And of it they said `non serviam\',
`I will not serve\' for all time,
But for thee in sublime love I am.

`Lupinus\' will not tell,
Howls he in infuriated sentiment,
For if `canninus\' hauls him to hell,
He might as well his heart cement.\"

\"Oh no…\" He looked down to see the conspicuous bulge in his pants. He
rushed out of the Great hall in big strides. The halls were crowded
with students enjoying their leisure time. Accursed little beings
teenagers were, he thought to himself without remembering that he
himself was in that perilous stage of life. For once he was glad that
the school uniform did not include tight leather trousers as he would
have liked on other occasions.

He looked right and then left of the hall. Why would they not just go
away? Could they not see he had a big problem? Then he rectified that
thought. No matter how much of a player he was, this was nothing to
be shared with anyone else. His poem, his.

The Room of Requirement opened its doors to his desires and he fell
back onto a very velvety and comfortable arm chair as he walked in
and charmed the doors to sat shut. He was so hard by now. Who would
have guessed Remus had such a perverted little mind after all?
And of course it had been Remus; Sirius smiled and licked his lips.
There was nobody else in the whole school that he knew could speak
Latin fluently. Well apart from the professors but they did not liked
him that much, now did they? No… troublemakers never get that
privilege.

Sirius moaned as he read the lines again and caressed his erection
lightly over his trousers. He could imagine exactly what could have
inspired this piece of literature to be created. The lovely piece of
literature he was clutching on his free hand for dear life.

Sirius saw it all too clearly as he swung his legs apart to rest on
either side of the armchair. His was head thrown back as he let out
strangled sounds when his elegant fingers stroked the lovely fleshy
space between his sac and the puckered entrance to his tight ass.
The youth hissed when his fingers traveled up, caressing sac, cock,
lower abdomen, navel, chest, nipples, neck, and lips on their way to
unbutton the uniform. Then the torturous fondling of his own body
resumed southwards once the shirt and pants were open.

He was soon panting. Hair now loose and draping like a shiny silky
curtain over half of his face as Sirius looked down on his body being
pleasured, his mouth now permanently open due to the delicious sounds
escaping from it. He wished he has been there when his beloved blue-
eyed boy was doing all kinds of sweet, oh so sweet tings to himself.
Sirius gasped loudly when he pressed his rigid digits against his own
entrance, practicing on himself the many ways he planned to finger-
fuck Remus Lupin. He longed to lower himself on the lovely quivering
flesh and make agonizing love to the blonde\'s virgin ass. With that
thought in mind, the beauty draped sinfully over the armchair plunged
his fingers deep inside of himself, gasping, panting, moaning,
shivering, and thrusting.

He was quickly loosing focus of the room he was in, that warm tight
place inside of him was doing it for him. He tensed and he came
harder than he had ever ejaculated in his life.

\"My Lupinus Sublimis,\" he was still clutching the piece of semen
covered parchment in his hand.


----To Be Continued-----