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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Remus/Sirius
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Adult ++
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Chapter Two: Knowledge.
CHAPTER TWO
Soft moonlight seemed to tumble through the sighing curtains, followed by a breeze, chilling and bitter. It cut though his sheets and his flesh easily, and he felt as though he were submerged in ice. Lupin was still in the room with him, his worn body making a slight depression in the edge of the bed.
Fuck! What the Hell…I’ve totally fucked this up! He probably hates me, now. He probably thinks I’m some sort of sick freak who’s sexually attracted to his mates. Great. Great! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Sirius silently reprimanded himself; however, his feelings differed from his thoughts. Deep down, he was a little relieved—At least he knew. He supposed that was better than not knowing. The hope and love that had built up inside him over the years now lay shattered and wounding at the bottom of his mind; but at least he knew what would happen if he offered himself. Wasn’t that better?
His thoughts were interrupted as he felt Lupin rise. His heart pounded in his ears, willing Lupin to make a move, to do something, to say something.
Anything.
Lupin just left. Sirius felt a blanket being lifted over his body, but then boots moved quietly across the floor and he heard the door close. Sirius’ eyes pricked, his body racked with tiny spasms.
How he loathed himself.
Remind me not to hope, he instructed himself, before the full impact of the incident hit him and his eyes brimmed and overflowed with tears. They ran sideways down his face, over his nose and cheeks, shameful and juvenile. For the first time in many, many years, Sirius felt childish and naïve.
Let them come, he yelled at himself, referring to the tears. Let them come. He deserves this. He deserves this guilt. Bastard!
But Sirius knew that this was no worthy justification for his tears, and he knew that the final curse was directed at himself, rather than Lupin. He knew that the only reason he was crying was that he was sad; and the only thing to say that this was wrong was his foolish, immature pride.
Soft moonlight seemed to tumble through the sighing curtains, followed by a breeze, chilling and bitter. It cut though his sheets and his flesh easily, and he felt as though he were submerged in ice. Lupin was still in the room with him, his worn body making a slight depression in the edge of the bed.
Fuck! What the Hell…I’ve totally fucked this up! He probably hates me, now. He probably thinks I’m some sort of sick freak who’s sexually attracted to his mates. Great. Great! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Sirius silently reprimanded himself; however, his feelings differed from his thoughts. Deep down, he was a little relieved—At least he knew. He supposed that was better than not knowing. The hope and love that had built up inside him over the years now lay shattered and wounding at the bottom of his mind; but at least he knew what would happen if he offered himself. Wasn’t that better?
His thoughts were interrupted as he felt Lupin rise. His heart pounded in his ears, willing Lupin to make a move, to do something, to say something.
Anything.
Lupin just left. Sirius felt a blanket being lifted over his body, but then boots moved quietly across the floor and he heard the door close. Sirius’ eyes pricked, his body racked with tiny spasms.
How he loathed himself.
Remind me not to hope, he instructed himself, before the full impact of the incident hit him and his eyes brimmed and overflowed with tears. They ran sideways down his face, over his nose and cheeks, shameful and juvenile. For the first time in many, many years, Sirius felt childish and naïve.
Let them come, he yelled at himself, referring to the tears. Let them come. He deserves this. He deserves this guilt. Bastard!
But Sirius knew that this was no worthy justification for his tears, and he knew that the final curse was directed at himself, rather than Lupin. He knew that the only reason he was crying was that he was sad; and the only thing to say that this was wrong was his foolish, immature pride.