It Was Only A Kiss!

Chapter Twenty Three

Panting, they clung onto each other, Sirius wrapping his arms tight around Remus who, although appreciative of the Animagus’ enthusiasm, was slowly turning blue as his air supply was cut off by the strong arms.

‘You’re…killing me…S…Sirius…’ he stuttered breathlessly and Sirius giggled.

‘Squeeze me tighter, Moony, and we‘ll die together like that lot in that Shakey bloke‘s play.'

‘Sh…ake…speare,' Remus corrected, unable to help himself even as his hands began to push at Sirius' arms. 'S…Sir…ius…’

Sirius chuckled and relinquished his iron grip on the werewolf’s body, instead rolling onto his back and tugging his boyfriend’s arm imploringly until Remus acquiesced, rolling over and spreading himself across Sirius’ well formed chest. Sirius smiled and sighed as he entwined his arms and legs with Remus’ long limbs. He had to admit it - he loved the weight of the other boy on top of him and he smiled broadly into the brown hair that tickled his nose.

Remus felt the smile and murmured, 'What are you smirking about, Padfoot?'

‘Just thinking how wrong I was,' Sirius replied and Remus' head shot up, the werewolf grinning cheekily.

‘Merlin, call the Daily Prophet, Sirius Black has admitted he got something wrong twice in one day,' he teased. 'Hang on, I’ll grab a camera so we can capture this moment…’ He made as if he was going to get out of bed and Sirius grunted, yanking him back to sprawl across his chest.

‘Wanker,' he muttered, taking the bite out of his words with a kiss on the temple.

‘You were begging for me to do that very thing not so long ago and now you hurt me by using it against me…’ Remus said, pouting and Sirius laughed.

‘Shirt lifter.'

‘Bum bandit.’

Sirius raised his eyebrows. ‘Now who’s getting literal with their insults, Moony?’ he said.

Remus laughed and Sirius couldn’t help smiling at the expression of pure happiness on the other boy’s face, knowing it was reflected on his own. It almost felt like a sin to be this joyful.

‘So?' Remus said, burrowing into Sirius' side. 'What were you wrong about this time?’

‘I think I might be a bottom,' Sirius admitted then couldn't resist teasing the other boy. 'If I was gay, that is.’

‘If you were gay?' Remus snorted into his armpit. 'I’ve never met such a flaming queer.’

‘Look in the mirror, Moonboy.’

Remus laughed and rolled over onto his side. Sirius mirrored his pose, propping himself up on an elbow as a thought hit him.

‘You know, maybe I had so much trouble calling myself gay because I’m not actually attracted to guys…’ he mused, chuckling when he saw Remus' incredulous gaze. ‘I mean, other guys. I’ve never looked at another boy and thought ‘I wish I could get me a piece of that arse’…’

‘Thank Merlin - I’d hate to think the bloke I‘m shagging would have such tacky thoughts…’ Remus said, screwing his nose up.

‘Shut up, you,' Sirius admonished, tapping Remus playfully on the wrinkled nose. 'I’m trying to be all fucking romantic and thoughtful by telling you that you’re the only guy I’ve ever wanted.’

The corner of Remus’ mouth twitched and he tried to fight back his wide grin as he said, ‘Ditto, Mister Black.’

‘And I don’t want us to hide it anymore.’

Remus’ burgeoning grin faded a little as he stared, shocked, at Sirius. The brunette saw his surprise and hurriedly tried to explain himself.

‘It’s just…well, I’ve had some time to think about what Pete said this morning and…it’s not fair that James can stick his tongue down Evans’ throat whenever he likes and we can’t even hold hands in our own common room.’

Remus frowned uncertainly at Sirius as if he wasn't sure he was hearing Sirius correctly. ‘You want us to…come out?’

‘I’m not talking about a parade and a fireworks display in the Great Hall to announce it to all and sundry,' Sirius said hastily. 'But…wouldn’t it be nice not to have to pretend we accidentally touched hands in the common room?’

Remus was silent for a long moment, his brow creasing as he thought. ‘You know some people are going to react exactly like Regulus did?’ he said eventually.

‘I know,' Sirius said then he bit his lip, needing some time to get his thoughts into order. He swung his arm off the edge of the bed, groping for his wand then, when his fingers closed around it, he cast a couple of quick Cleansing spells.

Remus watched him closely, almost able to see the wheels grinding inside his friend's head, and waited patiently for him to say whatever it was he was trying to find the words to articulate.

Sirius finally looked back up at Remus. ‘What if we wait until after exams then tell whoever we want to know?' he suggested tentatively. 'Then, if we get some bad reactions, we won’t have to put up with it for long.’

Remus worried his bottom lip between his teeth and Sirius bent over to kiss him. ‘Stop it, you’ll make it bleed.’

Remus gave him a distracted smile then said with a frown, ‘You‘ve really been thinking about this, haven‘t you?’

Sirius nodded then caught his own lip between his teeth as he broached the other subject he'd been thinking about all day. ‘And I thought that when we leave Hogwarts…‘ He took a deep breath.

‘Maybeyoucouldmoveinwithme.’

Remus’ brow creased. ‘Is that some new kind of spell?’ he asked, keeping his voice light and Sirius frowned, knowing Remus had understood him and was avoiding answering.

‘Moony…’

‘Or perhaps some sort of experimental cross-breed…’

‘Move in with me,' Sirius repeated, carefully enunciating each word so there was no chance of misunderstanding or avoidance.

Remus was silent for a moment then said softly, ‘That’s what I thought you said.’

Sirius gnawed on the inside of his mouth nervously. Had he moved too fast? ‘Remus, it’s alright if you don’t want to…’ he began but Remus interrupted.

‘You know what you’re asking, don’t you?' he asked with a frown as his blue eyes drilled into Sirius'. 'You’re not asking me to be your flatmate, Padfoot. You’re asking me to be your…’

‘Wife?’ Sirius said with a half-smirk and the werewolf glared at him.

‘Partner,' he corrected firmly. 'But…the commitment would be the same as a marriage, Sirius. It’s a big step and I’m not doing it unless you understand what it means.’

‘As you pointed out accurately earlier, I’m practically a genius,' Sirius said, a faint smile playing about his lips, but his eyes were fixed on Remus'. 'I know exactly what I’m asking, Remus. We’ve lived together for seven years; there is nothing we don’t know about each other. I miss you like crazy when we’re apart…have done for a lot longer than I care to admit for fear you’ll dump me for being so damn stupid I didn’t work out I loved you years ago…’

Remus chuckled and Sirius tightened his arm around him. ‘I want to be with you, Remus. You’re my family.’

Remus didn’t say anything and, despite Sirius’ dire warning about blood loss, he continued to worry his lip.

Sirius frowned at his hesitation, a little hurt that Remus needed so long to decide. ‘Moony, if it really is too soon…’

‘It’s not that. I just…’ Remus sighed, looking away, and suddenly Sirius thought he knew what was wrong.

‘You would normally talk about this kind of thing with your mum, right?’ he asked and knew he'd hit gold when sad blue eyes rose to meet his own grey orbs.

Remus nodded and Sirius smiled reassuringly. 'It's fine, Remus,' he told him. 'Maybe you could talk it over with your dad first?’

Remus’ expression was inscrutable as he continued to stare intently at Sirius who, hating silence as he did, let the first things that came to mind spill out of his mouth to fill the void.

‘I know you must miss her the most at times like this - when there’s stuff you want to talk about with her,' he rambled, a little unnerved by the intensity of Remus' stare. 'When I left home last year, James was great, you know. He told me to talk to him and I did, but all I could think was that I wanted you there, that I could talk to you or just sit with you but that either way, you’d know exactly how I felt and what I needed to feel better. I guess you used to go to your mum for stuff like that…’

‘Okay.’

Sirius was on such a verbal roll that he almost missed Remus' softly spoken word.

‘Huh?’ he asked and Remus smiled.

‘Okay,' he repeated. 'I’ll move in with you.’

Sirius’ face lit up. 'Really?' he asked, and Remus couldn’t help his chuckle.

He shifted, listening to Sirius’ ‘Oomph!’ as he aligned himself along the Animagus’ body, ensuring they were touching from pressed foreheads to tangled toes. Noses brushed as Remus looked into Sirius’ eyes.

‘I do miss my mum,' he said quietly. 'And yes, I would have talked this over with her first, but in the end, I would have made my own decision. I would have followed my heart.’

A slow smile crept over Sirius’ face and Remus grinned broadly before he leaned in, kissing the brunette’s shoulder.

‘Please tell me your heart wants to play happy families with me,' Sirius said raspily.

Remus' voice was muffled when he answered, his face was still buried in Sirius’ neck, but the words came through loud and clear...

‘More than anything.’

Sirius’ jaw almost cracked as his smile became impossibly wide. He tipped his head and kissed Remus on the ear, the closest part of the werewolf to his mouth. Remus made a satisfied noise in his throat, lifting his head and offering his lips up for the same treatment. The air was filled with many such noises in different timbres for several minutes as the two boys devoured each others’ mouths.

Sirius’ head fell back as Remus’ lips moved off his, trailing hot kisses down the sensitive skin of his exposed throat. The werewolf let out an approving rumble, sounding very canine-like, as if the wolf were surfacing and growling its approval. The brunette shuddered as Remus’ teeth scraped lightly over his pulse point then nibbled his way over to his collar bone.

‘Time to test the theory?’ Remus asked, his voice low and desire-rough.

Sirius’ heavy lidded eyes opened, watching Remus take a brown nipple into his mouth. ‘Huh? Ooohhh, that’s good...’ he gasped and his hands came up to thread through Remus’ soft locks.

He moaned loudly as Remus’ teeth nipped at the hardened nub before his tongue dragged over it, soothing it.

‘You did say you thought you’d like being a bottom,' Remus reminded him as his mouth trailed across Sirius' firm chest. 'Should we try it and see?’

He glanced up at Sirius' face hopefully and the brunette smirked roguishly. ‘It’s about fucking time, Moony,' he said emphatically, throwing out his arm to open the side table drawer and fumbling for the little tube of lube he kept there. His fingers closed around it and he handed it to Remus, parting his legs eagerly.

Remus chuckled as he took the lube from Sirius and threw it towards the foot of the bed. ‘Hold your Hippogriffs, Pads,' he said with a laugh. ‘I’m going to take my time with this.’

Sirius groaned when he saw a wicked smile that rivaled Sirius’ best spread across Remus' face, knowing that Remus enjoyed teasing him as much as he enjoyed playing with the werewolf.

'Remus,' he said plaintively, but Remus ignored him, lowering his head so his lips could continue their journey over the other boy’s chest.

He marvelled at the smooth perfection of the lightly defined expanse of flesh, unable to bite back his murmured tribute and flushing when Sirius sniggered a little.

‘Did you just call me beautiful, Moony?’ he asked and Remus flushed.

‘Shut up,' he snapped.

‘You did!’

‘I said, shut up,' Remus growled, shifting away from the other boy. 'Unless you want me to stop…?’

Sirius shook his head emphatically, miming zipping his lips then he let his head fall back, groaning as Remus’ tongue returned to his skin, probing the recess of his belly button.

Once he caught his breath again, he said softly, 'I think you're beautiful too, Moony.' He felt Remus pause then a kiss was pressed feather-light to his stomach and he knew that was Remus' thank you.

He smiled as the soft, hot lips continued their southerly migration, skimming over hair-sprinkled legs, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin behind his knees. Sirius moaned loud and long, shocked by the heat that shot through him like lightning at the sensation of Remus' mouth there.

‘Sweet Merlin, Remus!’ he cried and Remus chuckled, the vibrations tickling Sirius' soft skin and making him groan as his cock pulsed urgently.

No one had ever kissed him there before and he was startled to discover it was a erogenous zone. The feel of Remus’ tongue lapping at the crease nearly undid him and he gripped the werewolf’s hair tightly, pulling him gently away as the urge to come and come now threatened to overwhelm him.

‘If you keep doing that, I’m done,' Sirius warned.

Remus grinned then glanced down at Sirius' dark red erection, surprised by the turgidity of the organ. ‘You really did like that,' he murmured, surprised such an innocent touch had bought Sirius to this point.

Sirius barely heard him as Remus’ hand moved to stroke him. ‘Remus…Gods…I’m so fucking…ohhhh…’

His words evaporated as Remus’ lips closed around him, velvet soft heat surrounding his throbbing length,, and he gave himself over to the talented mouth of the werewolf. His overstimulated tip hit something soft but solid and Sirius cried out, trying not to thrust as he realised how far down the other boy’s throat he was. Remus moaned, sending delicious vibrations down Sirius’ cock, pooling at the base where Sirius felt the burn of orgasm beginning.

‘Gods, Moony! S...stop.’

He pushed the brown-haired boy off his cock, panting and clutching the sheets beneath him as he tried to hang onto a little control. As he concentrated on his breathing and the image he’d conjured of McGonagall teaching Transfiguration in a string bikini, Remus reached for the discarded tube of lube and, with hands that were shaking as badly as Sirius’ had last night, he popped the lid.

Sirius’ eyes shot open when he felt the cool, slippery finger stroking over the entrance to his body and he moaned approval, lifting his hips as he tried to encourage his lover to stop teasing him. Remus smiled, but his fingers remained where they were, massaging Sirius’ perineum.

‘Reeeemus!’ he complained, squirming impatiently, then he gasped as suddenly those fingers were pushing into him - not gently as they had the first time, but roughly, burying themselves to the hilt with one forceful shove.

He groaned, staring up at Remus with wide, lust filled eyes. The invasion had burned, had hurt, had turned him on more than he thought was possible.

‘Bloody buggering hell, Remus!' he whispered hoarsely. 'Do that again.’

Remus smirked, a glint in his eyes that Sirius had seen only once before - in Moony’s eyes the night he’d pinned Padfoot with his strong jaws open over the Animagus’ throat. Sirius felt a thrill of desire quake through him and a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth as he remembered a phrase from a Muggle fairy tale Remus had once told him about.

‘Big, bad wolf indeed,' he murmured.

Remus’ smirk turned into a grin and his fingers moved, withdrawing then thrusting back inside him with the same force as they had earlier, garnering the same reaction as Sirius arched up.

‘Fucking Godric!’

The werewolf scissored his fingers, his eyes darkening as he watched the brunette plant his feet and start bearing down on the digits. Lust shook him as he hit Sirius’ sweet spot and the other boy howled his name and arched off the bed as if he’d been shocked. When his back met the mattress again, Sirius shot up into a sitting position and grabbed Remus’ wrist. His grey eyes glittered dangerously and Remus suddenly found it difficult to breathe as Sirius' need consumed him.

‘Fuck me, Remus,' Sirius said fiercely. 'Now.'

Remus tightened his jaw and said, 'Please, Moony?'

Sirius whimpered then Remus thrust his fingers one last time, twisting them to hit Sirius' prostate once more, and the Animagus yelled, 'Please? Fucking please, Moony?'

They were both panting as Remus withdrew his hand and the werewolf's voice was rough and raw as he shoved Sirius back onto the bed and demanded, ‘Roll over.’

Sirius almost came on the spot at the sound of that voice, but clenched his eyes tight, forcing back the desire as he quickly scrambled to obey this suddenly dominant and fucking HOT Remus.

‘Where the hell have you been hiding?’ he mumbled, then yelped as Remus slapped him on the arse sharply.

‘Don’t be cheeky, you mutt,' Remus ordered and Sirius moaned desperately.

‘Fuck, I love you like this,' he groaned.

Remus’ hands gripped Sirius’ hips, pulling his lover’s backside against his groin and grinding himself against that well formed arse. Sirius ground right back for a minute then began to rut urgently against the mattress.

‘Stop fooling around, Moony, and fuck me,' he begged then gasped as, before the words were out of his mouth, he felt Remus’ cock pressing against his pucker. He tilted his arse to allow better access and heard Remus let out a shuddering breath before pressing forward. There was pressure as Remus pushed, then tearing pain as the head of the thick phallus forced its way inside the virgin passage.

‘SHIT!’ Sirius yelled, unable to hold back the cry of pain.

‘Sorry…’ Remus whispered, but Sirius shook his head.

‘S’right,' he insisted. 'Just…do it.’

Remus didn’t ‘just do it’; instead he gave Sirius another few seconds to adjust before he slowly slid inside him, letting his length stretch the Animagus’ body inch by inch. Sweat beaded on his brow as he tried to resist the urging of the hungry wolf inside him to slam into that tight, slick arse. He paused each time the friction became too much and he was sure he’d lose it, waiting until he had tenuous and temporary control again before resuming his motion. Sirius was moaning underneath him, his hand stroking his own prick slowly and Remus bit his lip hard to try and retain control.

‘Remus, please?’ Sirius said, beginning to move his hips back to meet Remus' slow, shallow thrusts.

‘S…slow,' Remus managed to gasp out. 'I…I’m nearly there…’

‘So am I,' Sirius said, the hand on his dick moving faster now. 'Remus, fuck me.’

Remus let out a whimper then control slipped from his fingers as Sirius pushed his hips back hard, impaling himself on Remus’ length.

‘Fuck! Fuck, Pads…’ he cried out, blood roaring through his veins as all restraint flew out the window and he withdrew before plunging unrestrained into the other boy.

Hot, clenching walls squeezed Remus’ cock and his fingers dug bruisingly into Sirius' hips as he tried to resist the urge to just come, come, come into that tight, burning arse. He thrust harder, wanting to be buried as deep as possible inside the other boy, and Sirius screamed in pleasure as the long member found its target. The brunette climaxed immediately, unable to withstand the direct hit to his prostate, and babbled incoherently as ejaculate splattered onto the bed beneath him. His muscles tightened unbearably around Remus' cock and the werewolf couldn't hold on for another moment, crying out, ‘Sirius!’ as he found his own powerful release.

Sirius collapsed face first onto the bed, Remus falling on top of him and they lay in a spent heap, panting hard as come and sweat quickly cooling on their skin. After several minutes, Remus heard Sirius chuckle.

‘What?' he asked, voice hoarse from his last, loud cry and Sirius twisted his head around, peering at Remus through a sweat dampened fringe.

‘I am definitely a bottom.’

TBC...