Lupinus Sublimis

Title: Lupinus Sublimis
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Just the situations are mine. The characters and universe belong to JK Rowling.
Rating: NC-17 (Steamy M/M sex)
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: Action/Adventure, Drama/Angst, Humor/Parody, Hurt/Comfort (H/C), Romance, Unresolved Sexual Tension (UST)
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Author\'s Note: *Sigh* This was a thrill to write. I hope it is a thrill to read as well.




Lupinus Sublimis
Chapter 7

The morning light was dim against the quiet nude figures of the two boys resting upon the bed. It dimly spilled in to caress the slumbering flesh; it was rather gray. When it reached Remus’ face, the eyelids trembled and the boy slowly opened his hazel eyes. He smiled, content, and curled his toes pleasantly around the cool dawn sheets.

Remus tried to shift, but there was a whole lot of weight on top of his body. He glanced down and smiled. The memories of the previous night flooded his mind and his heart swelled to twice its size inside the muscled chamber of his young chest.

Sirius had his head against his chest, and the silky raven strands of hair were draped in every direction like thick ribbons of inky darkness. The luxurious hair framed the classical features that were his lover’s face. He giggled when the thought of ‘lover’ crossed his mind and he ran the back his long tapered fingers against Sirius’ cheek. (Ganymede… that’s what you look like when you are asleep. The lad so satisfying, so mystifying and exquisite to make the king of the gods tremble in his throne of thunder with adoration). He amorously ran a finger over the lips as his eyes moved down the toned body; Remus bit his lower lip. It had all been real.

The dark hair tickled his chest and Remus discovered that Sirius was carefully moving his head to look at him, as if he didn’t want to disturb the divine position in which they had collapsed just a few hours before.

“Looking shagged, Moony. Who was the lucky bastard?”

Remus looked into the shining silvery-gray eyes and gently placed his lips on each and every finger of the hand that had come up to his face to play with his hair. He could not find his voice; all he wanted to do was stare into those eyes. Finally, under Sirius’ inquiring, smirking gaze he responded. “If I look freshly shagged then it logically follows that the person resting, spread eagled, on top of me would be the lucky bastard.” Remus smiled widely and Sirius thought it was the most beautiful thing to wake up in the morning and look at; that sincere, trusting, loving and sublime smile. Remus looked around the room, his fingers tracing little intricate patterns on Sirius’s back, and raised his eyebrow sardonically. “And that would consequently make you, Sirius Black, the lucky bastard.”

Sirius laughed enthusiastically and rolled onto his back so that Remus was sitting on top, straddling him. He affectionately ran his eyes up and down the lithe body on top of him, memorizing every detail so that if one day he need be filled with happiness he could close his eyes and picture the beautiful scarred flesh stretching over tight youthful muscles, and then began once again to massage the lower hips with his thumbs. Remus blushed a little, but this time he was not timid about being flesh to flesh with Sirius; he had gotten over that. Even if in the morning light the self-inflicted marks, which his flesh bore were more visible, Remus felt amorously unabashed to have them observed by his lover.

“Did I hurt you?” The creamy forehead creased with concern.

“It hurt a little in the beginning. A bit shocking and invading, indeed. But then, the fact that it was you, and that I longed for you so very, very sinfully much… frenzied love clubbed, as if with a starburst, the pain with barbaric force out of my impassioned flesh.”

“You should write that down, little master. Even when you speak, you sound poetic.” Sirius grunted when Remus rose from the bed and walked gracefully in his nudeness up to a pitcher by the window and poured crystal clear water onto a basin. It must have been very early in the birth of a new day for the dim sky only bore a thin, threadlike line of the sun’s presence peeking over the eastern horizon. Sirius came behind Remus and hugged him around the waist as the shorter boy splashed cold handfuls of water on his face. “I’m hungry. Merlin you wore me out.”

“I’m hungry too. What do you say we get dressed and sneak to the kitchens?” Remus’ voice was somewhat muffled by the white towel he was drying himself with.

“I don’t want to get dressed!” Protested Sirius taking on the attitude of a spoiled young child who wants a new toy. “I want to watch you forever.” He concluded with the same agitated voice in addition to a very adult smirk.

Remus sighed. “Do you really want everyone to see me like this?” He gestured towards his body as he turned around to face the dark haired youth. “I myself will tear to pieces anyone that dared to even think of looking at you naked.”

“You got a point there. You’re mine.”

“That you’re right.”

Sirius walked over to the nightstand and laughed heartily when he realized it was knocked over and that he bed was about a meter from the spot where it was supposed to be. He retrieved his wand from the floor and set the room right.

“It’s snowing you know.” Remus was carefully tying his tie in front of the dresser mirror.

********

“Should we wake them up?” Sirius grinned the way he did when he was up to no good.

James and Peter were sound asleep when Remus and Sirius reached the common room around seven in the morning. The sun was still refusing to show up in its entirety; snow seemed to be ruling the morning. The two sleeping boys had conjured blankets as Sirius had suggested a few hours before and were lying on a couple of couches.

“Carpe dium.” Remus nodded in solemn agreement.

“Get behind the couches…” Sirius whispered his instructions in Remus’ ear, while he looked mischievously towards the sleeping forms of his friends. “On the count of three--” The dark haired youth motioned as if to demonstrate how to flip the couches over.
Remus winked and moved behind Peter’s couch, ready to flip it over as he noticed the mousy haired boy shifting and scratching his knee under the blanket. Sirius moved over to James and had a very hard time trying not to laugh his heart out when he heard the bespectacled boy mumbling something about ‘a quaffle with a modern make-over of flowers and peace signs and that he thought the original color was groovy enough.’

On the count of three Sirius and Remus bent down and flipped the couches over. There was a lot of screaming and struggle to disentangle limbs from fabric and pillows. Sirius roared with an audible bark of laughter. Remus dropped to the floor holding his sides as James started to chase Sirius around the common room when the taller boy took away his glasses.

“I’M GOING TO KILL THE TWO OF YOU FUCKING BITCHES!!!”

********

“Moony, calm down! You’re going to rock.”

But Remus didn’t listen to Peter as he dived under the Gryffindor table to check fact after fact. James rolled his eyes once again and continued to aim the sun-flower seeds he was spiting at the goblet in front of him.

Sirius was going around the Gryffindor table handing out flowers for heaven’s sakes, to all his fellow fifth years while singing a made up song about the O.W.L’s. The raven haired young man claimed that the flowers were to make everyone feel at ease with the upcoming written part of Defense Against The Dark Arts O.W.L’s.

“Hate to disappoint you, mate but I don’t think you’re helping,” snorted James when Sirius sat back down on the bench besides him. “If anything you’re driving Moony mad. You know how fidgety he gets before exams.”

Sirius nodded in comprehension and ripped the book out of Remus’ hands, who was sitting in front of him. A muscle twitched in Remus’ jaw and he opened his mouth to protest, but then closed it again as he was too angry to say anything below adult rating. Sirius giggled gleefully and ran his foot up his lover’s leg underneath the table, adoring the look of disapproval mixed with the temptation to respond in that pretty face.

“How many times have you read this eh-- thing?”

Remus cursed under his breath and counted from ten to one, then glared at Sirius, who thought that angry Remus was just as cute as any other.

“All right. Don’t answer, grumpy. But you’ll see. You’ll get ‘Outstanding’ in everything. You’re the smartest, most creative, beautiful, sexy and erotic guy around here.”

“Padfoot, shut your maw or I’ll shut it.”

James kept on gagging onto his plate compulsively while Peter was making kissing sounds as he looked at the salt container.
Sirius licked his lips and leaned forward, grinning wickedly. “You’re implying?”

*******

James was walking from corner to corner of the chamber like a caged beast. It almost seemed as if he were going to dig a hole on the cold masonry floor from the many trips he had made back and forth for the past hour and a half. Remus was doing an extremely good job at ignoring the bespectacled boy’s temper tantrum, but Sirius was clearly having trouble as he kept on shifting on the bed, forcing Remus to adjust his position again and again.

“I don’t get it. I don’t get it! Peter! Why does she act like she doesn’t like me, when she obviously does?!”

Peter regretted having dropped the quill he was writing with as it attracted James’ attention. He glanced nervously towards the bed where Remus and Sirius were cuddling together pretending to be going through a Quidditch magazine with zooming little wizards mounted on brooms on the cover page. Sirius caught Peter’s gaze and felt deeply sorry for the guy. He rearranged his body again to avoid contact with the mousy haired boy only to make Remus growl. “Stop moving!”

Sirius hissed in Peter’s direction. “Stop looking at me.”

Peter looked at James and shrugged in despair. “Stop talking about Evans.”

James’ eye balls felt dry for he had opened the lids as wide as they could go. He looked ready to strike when Remus jumped off the bed and away from Sirius’ cozy embrace and strode across the room to face James. The bespectacled boy seemed almost glad that someone had finally cracked and that in consequence he was going to get his frustration out on someone. But before he could utter a single word, Remus cut him off pedantically.

“If I did not hold you in high regard, James Potter as the friend you are loyally to me, I would have myself told you how hateful your actions were today! But I was a coward. ‘It’s more like the fact he exists’ you say?”

James was aghast. Remus took a deep breath; he meant to get it all out.

“That was the wrong thing to say, Prongs. Entirely the wrong thing. It’s denigrating, marginalizing, humiliating, and condescending. Don’t look at me as if I just popped out wings and started flapping you bloody bastard! Trust me I know what it is like to be picked on for something I cannot change in my being.” His voice broke a little. Hell, he knew what it was like. “I suggest you find a new reason to bully Severus Snape from now on. But, a word of caution, Prongs… reckless, mischievous, tactless, arrogant, show off Prongs. And you too Sirius Black,” Sirius jumped and pointed towards his chest incredulously as if he had been the holiest of saints and had just been accused of heresy. “Mark my words, the two of you.” Remus’ expression became somber and to some extent, troubled. The hazel eyes looked a couple of shades darker. “Snivelly as you call him will find a way to get back at you. Slytherins are vindictive, and snakes bite where it hurts the most.”

Sirius was the first to speak. “But, Moony--”

“And you instigated it! Just because you were bored!”

“Moony…” Sirius was now walking towards Remus and taking him in his arms, nuzzling the flushed cheek with the tip of his nose.

Remus looked into the silvery-gray eyes and felt his determination sway like a palm tree in the warm breezes of the tropics. He grabbed hold of his anger and placed it back where it had been so that he may withstand that look of Sirius’ that so much resembled a hurt puppy. “No. No sex for a week.”

“WHAT?!”

“That’s right. No sex for a week. Maybe that’ll get my message across.”

Sirius secretly planned to make Severus Snape’s life more miserable. A conviction that in the future will lead him to conduct a highly perilous prank involving the Shrieking Shack, and some possible danger of the greasy boy acquiring lycanthropy. To top it all off, a life debt the future Potions Master of Hogwarts will bear in his veins live venom and would produce an incomprehensible dislike for the marked infant, begotten from James’ flesh and blood.

********

It was the day that marked the end of the school year for the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Youngsters of all shapes, sizes, and ages moved away from the ancient presence of the vaulted confines of the school, for the Hogwarts Express was smoking clouds of soot, ready to depart. Many were happy to go home in order to be reunited with their kin, but it all was a different story for the tender lad lovers standing by the Entrance Hall.

Remus returned to his parents, who loved him much, the dears. Sirius on the other hand, was to be greeted by the pits of flaming hell. A flaming hell whose pits were as Black and Most Ancient as they claimed to be Noble. The raven hair was tied at the base of his neck with a ribbon torn from Remus’ garments as he felt the flames of his accursed household lick his insides, for the same blood within him ran. Sirius’ silvery-gray eyes bore into the tormenting, beautiful hazel of Remus, who tenderly pressed his lips to the hand of the taller boy.

“The summer will be over before we know it.” No matter how hard he tried, Remus couldn’t sound convincing.

Sirius closed his eyes as if every passing second caused him pain. “Moony.” He hastily embraced Remus and felt the dirty blonde hair caress his cheek. He pulled away to look at that pretty face and rubbed his thumb over the cheek over which a tear had descended from the hazel. “Every second that I’ll spend without you by my side, without your scent filling me in the mornings, without the hazel of your eyes, without the softness and pinkness of your mouth, without caressing the waves of your hair, without you, is going to drive me insane.”

Remus sucked back his tears.

“I have a feeling the two of you will be together before you know it.”

Both boys jumped for they were being addressed by the headmaster. They quickly pulled away from each other pretending that the embrace they had just lovingly shared was nothing beyond platonic. The old wizard beamed down towards his students, there was a sparkle in his bright, light blue gaze. “Oh, don’t be frightened. You might have fooled everyone, but I’m not headmaster just because I like Sherbet lemon drops.” He laughed, and for a moment, Albus Dumbledore seemed like a child enjoying life inside the body of an aged man.

Remus and Sirius looked at each other as if trying to understand a particularly challenging puzzle. Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon spectacles. “Mr. Lupin, do you know a certain muggle of long days past who styled himself Virgil?”

Sirius looked from his headmaster to his lover, not being able to understand why a muggle would be in any way relevant to Professor Dumbledore knowing that they were a couple. Remus nodded, his cheeks became dusted with a shade of pink.

Dumbledore inclined his head and pressed his index finger to his lips as if he were going to tell them the greatest secret in the universe. I fact, he was.

“Oh then,” the old man grinned. “Omnia vincit Amor; et nos cedamus Amori.” The headmaster rose to his full height and looked towards the outside of the castle though the main entrance. “If you hurry now you’ll make it before it leaves. Remember Virgil, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. May the words of ages aid you in times of need!” He stood framed by the archway, entrance to his castle as he waved the young boy lovers adieu.

*******

The train was moving over the tracks; it had been doing so for twenty minutes time or so. “Are you going to tell me what he said?”

Sirius was sitting on the couch opposite to Remus, his arms crossed over his chest as he said the first words ever since he had gotten on the Hogwarts Express. Peter and James were sitting on the floor; James’ pawn was screaming painfully as Peter’s knight indulged in a cruel beating of it. It is odd that such little things could be so vicious.

“No.”

Sirius slid off his couch onto the crowded floor and pressed his cheek to Remus’ knee. He looked up and his thick pitch black eyelashes trembled flirtatiously; he looked gorgeous, Remus thought, and he knew it which was worse. “Please, please, pretty please, with-whipped-cream-and-a-cherry-on-top-please?” Remus frowned.

“The puppy dog face isn’t going to work this time around.”

“Prongs, drop the bishop,” hissed Peter through half-open lips.

“Does that mean you forfeit? AGH!”

Peter pulled James by his shirt with great effort considering his small size, and hauled the confused bespectacled youth out of the train compartment the four had been sharing. “Sometimes you’re stupid. Being so naive is going to cost you your life one of these days, I’m telling you.” Peter could be heard complaining about his friend even after the door was closed.

“Colloportus,” Remus muttered the incantation as he sealed the door and then turned to Sirius.

“Are you going to tell me now?”

“I’ll tell you after you make me cum.”

Sirius raised his eyebrow sardonically. Had Remus had just asked him to give him exquisite sexual delirium at risk of being discovered? “Getting kinky on me now?”

Remus slid down to straddle Sirius, who was sitting on the floor with his legs tucked underneath himself. The smaller boy’s hips automatically jerked forward while he looked into the silvery-gray eyes of the boy sitting under him. Sirius responded by taking hold of Remus’ buttocks and digging his fingertips onto the garbed round flesh, slamming his half-erect cock against Remus’ crotch. The smaller youth placed his hand over the mouth of his lover, silencing a gasp of pure ecstasy; he bit his lower lip to silence himself in turn.

Remus ran his hands over the dark haired boy’s shoulders and down his back, he was gradually increasing the speed at which his hips were grinding with Sirius’. Their eyes were locked, gazing at each other’s passionate stare. Remus leaned his head back against the cushion of the seat as long elegant fingers traveled from his ass, up his back and entangled themselves in the dirty blonde hair that was being shifted in disarray.

Sirius took the chance to descend on the delicate throat in order to harass the little sensitive places there. He used his hand to clumsily remove the shorter boy’s tie and open the upper buttons of his attire, his teeth sinking into the delicious succulent young skin; nipping and biting. Remus’ vision became hazy and the little strangled sounds that were being produced by his caressed throat became more demanding; Sirius indulged at that point in licking the reddened placed he had been biting.

“Sirius. Oh Sirius…”The boy was tugging on the raven hair, eager for more contact. “So good. So deliriously good… Go down on me, please, please…”

The taller youth smiled up, mischief engraved on the silvery-gray depths of his eyes. He delivered a series of soft, tender pecks on both of Remus’ cheeks, then lowered his precious lover so that his back was pressed against the floor of the cabin parallel to the seats. He looked down at Remus as he positioned himself between his legs; the smaller boy was lifting his hips in rapid, frenzied little jerks of need while his eyes hazed further and his teeth sank on the sleeve of his robes to keep himself quiet.

Sirius adored when Remus did such things; he looked positively debauched of any control. It had been so many times that they had devoured each other in cupboards and closets in between classes that year. The two of them could be considered the horniest creatures in all of Hogwarts. Remus whimpered when the taller boy disengaged the links of his belt, slid the zipper down in one languid motion and placed his hand inside his trousers giving him a loving little squeeze. Sirius continued to wrap his long elegant fingers around the hard flesh he had pulled out and mercilessly pumped it up and down, spreading the creamy pre-come that appeared on the twitching slit of the head with his thumb, smiling predatorily when the erection jumped in his grasp.

“Shhhh… Moony. Don’t be so loud! I know you like it when I harass your cock but calm down.” Contrary to his request, the dark haired youth slipped his other hand in the trousers and used his fingertips to massage the contracting sac; Remus thrust his slender hips a little faster whining desperately. Sirius pulled his hands away and the smaller boy sighed and then glared at his partner.

Remus sat up and took hold of Sirius’ shoulders bringing the startled boy into a crushing, hungry kiss. He opened his mouth as wide as it could go and Sirius wasted no time in taking possession of what was being offered. He plunged his slick, hot tongue into the awaiting mouth and savagely twisted it around Remus’, which was moving in and out of his mouth in rhythmic little thrusts. It was then that Sirius struggled to keep silent, the thrusting of his tongue reminded him of the lascivious thrusting of his cock. Remus pulled away after a very long sensual lick he bestowed on his partner’s lower lip.

Sirius was panting, that was perhaps the most brutally delicious kiss he had ever shared with Remus; it had taken his breath away, literally. His elegant hands grabbed the fabric of Remus’ trousers and yanked them off unceremoniously. He then proceeded to rid his own body of lower attire and discarded the clothing on the cushioned seats of their train compartment. They looked at each other’s bodies for what seemed an eternity; both boys wanting to imprint the image on the mind in order to return to it during the long days of summer they were to spend apart.

“You are gorgeous. Sirius, you look like Ganymede.” Remus was pinching one of the taller boy’s hardened nipples, making him gasp and arch his back. Indeed, Sirius was delectable. The classical features slightly flushed due to their sexual bliss were exquisite. His lips were full and soft, and Remus loved how their flushed color matched perfectly with Sirius’ nipples, the head of his weeping cock, the soft skin of his balls, and the puckered entrance of his ass. If he were to write a piece to the divine looks of Sirius, then he will need so much parchment as to wipe out all the trees that cover the planet.

Sirius gazed at the smaller boy’s cock, it was hard and wanting, leaking little pearls of essence down its rigid length; a tiny glistening drop had traveled far down and now looked like a creamy snowflake against the light brown hairs surrounding its source. Entranced, the dark haired youth reached out and retrieved the droplet with his index finger, careful not to break its bubbly perfection. He brought it closer to his face and smelled the intoxicating muskiness of Remus’ sex from it, and then slowly, he smeared it on his lips, his eyes closing at the contact. The pink tongue ran smoothly around the lips, lapping the succulent liquid. Sirius moaned; it was so delicious. He opened his silvery-gray eyes and glanced down towards Remus who was propped up on his elbows with his mouth hanging open, gaping for the air that had abandoned his lungs.

The dark haired youth sundered the ribbon holding his silky luxurious hair and proceeded to push Remus back to a lying position by pressing his hand flat on the scratched chest. Remus made contact with the floor and sighed, his slight dirty blonde curls spreading in all directions under his head. “No, Remus… you are the beautiful one. So juicy in fact, that I don’t think any of those idiotic mythical gods you read and love so much could compare.”

Remus blushed; he was sure Frey would have been a lot prettier than him but decided that the compliment was too much to his liking to complain. Sirius raised his partner’s legs and placed the feet on top of the opposite cushioned seats so that Remus lay completely exposed to his maddeningly hungry gaze.

There was then a lot of shifting and cursing coming from under Sirius’ breath as he struggled to make his way to the side of the cabin where Remus’ head was. He positioned himself with his knees on either side of Remus’ head, careful not to trap any hair onto the floor, and purred when he felt the hazel eyed boy blow hot air onto the head of his cock. Sirius then bent forwards, coming to support his lower body on his forearms against the carpeted floor. He positioned his hands under Remus’ spread legs and came to part the buttocks from underneath with his elegant hands.

Both boys gasped at the same time due to the extremely erotic position they had accomplished. “Remus, so lovely, lovely, lovely… contract your ass hole again, dearest. Yes, just like that… so pink and smooth.” Sirius lowered his head and covered Remus’ intimacy entirely with his lips and then blew hot air into the entrance. The smaller boy covered his mouth with his hand, trying very hard not to scream. His hips were suspended in mid-air for a few seconds while Sirius dipped his tongue teasingly into the pucker, smirking when it contracted around the invading organ.

Remus grunted in frustration when Sirius ceased the oral ministrations on his most intimate parts. “You gotta do work too, you greedy idiot. Get sucking, Moony.”

The shorter boy whimpered. He turned to look at the proud leaking cock that was lightly tapping his cheek. He became mesmerized with its considerable length, the pink swollen head and the stiff underside. The youth calculated his course of action like a hunter would his prey and ran the tip of his tongue roughly over the rugged line on the underside of the member. He repeated this act till the sensitive area was coated with slick saliva, and then he opened his lips and pressed his open, hot mouth on the spot right below the head and sucked hard.

Sirius buckled, the bottom of his hard on was being suctioned into Remus’ heavenly mouth, the tongue also working the underside at the same time, and Sirius thought that his boy lover was true pleasure’s description; the breath that was being exhaled through clenched teeth was sucked back into his throat.

The dark haired youth returned to Remus’ groin and began to lick the other boy between his scrotum and his asshole at a very rapid pace so that the waves of ecstasy joined and the whole feeling seemed deliriously uninterrupted. The hazel eyes became hazy once again, but the smaller boy wanted to try something new that had been gnawing at his poor overactive teenage hormones for days. Sirius froze and he could hear his own heartbeat as he felt something long, thin, cool, and stiff plunging gently inside of his ass. His mouth opened, but no sounds came out, his brow creased, but his head did not drop; Sirius turned his head in order to look over his shoulder and beheld his Remus with the most blissfully evil expression on that pretty face; the smaller boy was slipping his wand into Sirius’ entrance, and what was even sexier, he was twisting it in circles ever so slightly.

“So perfect, Sirius…” He emphasized his lover’s name with a sudden increase of pressure; the wand slipped a few inches deeper. Remus took the throbbing cock in his mouth and sucked on the head delicately, the wand pulled out all the way and the dark haired boy whimpered in protest; the feeling was divine. Remus deep-throated his partner without warning and at the same time plunged the wand into the pink fleshy hole, which quivered and contracted before his very eyes.

Remus turned his attention towards the neglected sac and took one of the sweet morsels into his mouth and covered it with saliva, then repeated the caress on the other one. He smiled when Sirius threw his head back and moaned piteously pushing his hips onto the wand fucking him. Remus let go of the scrotum and licked his lips maliciously. “Right there?”

“Oh fuck yeah…” Sirius was whispering as if about to cry out. “Right there, my love…”

Remus placed his flattened palms over the handle of the wand and in a swift motion rubbed them up and down against each other, making the intruding wooden shaft spin in his hand and inside Sirius, directly over the raven haired boy’s agonizingly sweet prostate.

Sirius jumped and squirmed, his flesh was in ardent pleasure; a few pearly drops of tasty semen hit Remus’ jaw and then rolled to his neck. Sirius noticed that he had been ignoring his lover’s need and mentally kicked himself. Such dulcet flesh could not be left without worship.

The raven hair fell on the floor as Sirius placed his face in between Remus’ buttocks and started to run his tongue from the central line of the quivering balls to the asshole. He made sure to leave a well coated trail of saliva and then plunged his tongue into the puckered entrance as far as it could go.

Remus purred. The taller boy continue to administer the same technique over and over until Remus was so concentrated on it that he had forgotten all about the fucking wand and was trashing his head from side to side. The smaller boy’s back sprang us into a tight arch, spilling creamy seed into Sirius’ mouth, who of course, did not spill a drop. The taller boy massaged the hips of his wasted lover with his fingers in circular motions, trying to ease the convulsing muscles. Sirius hummed when the dick pushed into his throat in one last hard thrust and Remus silenced his audible wail of rapture by taking a bite into Sirius’ inner thigh.

Sirius gasped when he felt the teeth sinking into his sensitive skin; the pain was also pleasure and he welcomed it eagerly as it came from Remus. The dark haired youth licked the lasts of the semen that rested on Remus’ velvety cock head and then released it from his hot mouth.

Remus did not wait until he had caught his breath and weakly resumed his delicious plunging of the wand into his partner’s ass.

“Remus, Remus… Oh, sweet, kinky Remus.” Every word was punctured by a little frenzied out-of-control thrust of Sirius’ hips. “Fuck me harder.” He was letting out strangled little gasps as his love-hole was ravaged by Remus’ wand. The smaller boy rolled the wand between the palms of his hands again and Sirius hissed; his balls were contracting, his asshole was quivering, and from the pit of his lower abdomen the boy felt an incredible pull as if he had missed a step when going down the steps. The difference was that this play of gravity lasted a few seconds and Sirius threw his head back, riding the invading wand, his bliss mounting, his muffled gasps and groans getting louder, his lover encouraging his orgasm by taking his leaking cock into his mouth.

Remus greedily received sprit after sprit of hot, slick essence into his oral cavity, basking in its precious, musky, bittersweet taste.

The smaller boy lowered his legs from where they had been propped up on top of the train compartment cushioned seats as Sirius, with great effort, pushed off his body. The stunning dark haired youth rotated his body so that he was facing Remus.

“You bit me hard.” Sirius said breathlessly. He lowered his face onto the smaller boy’s in order to carry out their love-making ritual. Sirius pressed his lips onto Remus’, who eagerly opened up to him and thrust his tongue out. Remus closed his hazel eyes and allowed Sirius to lick the semen he had not swallowed. They tasted it together, ran their wet tongues and caressed whatever of each other’s mouth could be reached and even nipped lightly flushed swollen lips.

“I’m sorry I bit you.”

“Who cares, it felt good.”

*******

Sirius lifted his head from Remus’ chest and delivered another kiss to the shorter boy’s lips, while his fingers played with the dirty blonde slight curls. Remus smiled and looked into the inquiring silvery-gray eyes.

“Do you reckon we should get cleaned up and dressed?” Sirius’ words were filled with the painful anxiety of having to part from Remus’ embrace.

Remus sighed in resignation. “Yes, we’ll be there in a few minutes.”

As Sirius pulled on his trousers and shoes on, Remus sat already dressed and spotless with his head pressed against the cold glass of the compartment’s window. The smaller boy was scribbling something on a small scrap of parchment as quickly as he could. Sirius was now tying his silky black hair with the ribbon that had been torn from the fabric of Remus’ robes.

The train came to a halt and Remus rose and threw his arms around Sirius’ neck who received his lover and returned the hug. Sirius looked down as Remus placed a little piece of folded parchment into the pocket of his trousers, but before he could inquire as to its meaning, Remus was out the door dragging him by the sleeve.

*******

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you…” Sirius whispered casually into Remus’ ear when they were standing on Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

Remus, whose cheek were still dusted with the gentle pink of their amorous orgasm leaned in and tightened his hand around Sirius’.

“Sirius!” The voice that pronounced the name was as frigid as liquid nitrogen. The dark haired boy’s eyes widened as he gazed into the hazel of Remus’. He cleared hi throat, squared his shoulders and turned on his heel to face the beautiful middle-aged lady who was his mother. The steel eyes of the woman pierced his youthful body with daggers of ice and the thin line of red painted lips that were her lips curved slightly upwards. “Move along, Sirius.” The words had been toneless as if coming from the bitter, jagged bowels of an iceberg.

Mrs. Black waited not to see if her offspring was following her as she walked with her back rigid and her piercing gaze tore the dignity of whoever dared to look at her. Sirius had no trouble this time around keeping up with her for he was now about a head taller than the cold madam in spite of his mere fifteen years.

He looked back hoping to catch a glimpse of his Lupinus Sublimis, but Remus was gone. His hand came to his chest for he felt as if it was going to burst, so big was his sadness. The tall youth came to realize that he had not yet read the note his love had in his care placed. He pulled it out as he walked; the words made his knees tremble.


Padfoot;


Omnia vincit Amor; et nos cedamus Amori.
Love conquers all; let us too yield to Love.
-Virgil, Ecloques, X


I love you beyond the physical, the mental, and the paranormal combined. I’ll adore you even beyond distance, and beyond death herself. Await my post, it shall come soon. A fortnight from this day, before the sun baptizes a new dawn to thee my words will reach.


-Moony.



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