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
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 Sirius 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: I’m sorry this took so long to write. It’s just that life kept on getting in the way. Let me know if you liked it.


Lupinus Sublimis
Chapter 8


The silvery-gray eyes poured rivers of tiny helpless tears, which slipped like fidgety ants through the fingers pressed against Sirius’ face. The boy dared not make a sound and so he repeatedly bit the cushioned fleshiness of his elegant hands to silence his sobs. Wild strands of raven hair had slipped like the coils of a whip from the confines of the youth’s gathered hair behind his neck; the strands entwined in his hands to form silky patters resembling the masterpieces of the spiders.

Sirius looked up and through his window he could see the savagely beautiful smiling moon it its fullness. The dark hair slipped through his long fingers and Sirius grasped the edge of the window, feeling the carbonizing hot air of the summer’s evening caressing his knuckles. He felt his knees weak as he tightened his grip and brought his form up to lean his weight on the edge; the swooshing curtain dancing at his side.

The youth wept for he knew that his love in this night was howling too. It pained him more than ever that on this calescent night he would not be able to accompany Remus. He was a prisoner in his own home, and had been so ever since his accursed destiny had landed him there as the offspring of the Black.

A fortnight it will be at dawn, but Sirius knew that Remus had miscalculated his horrid transformation once again, and that his written words would not reach the dark haired youth with punctuality. Remus lived on the opposite side of the city. Naturally, Sirius’ family had gone to great lengths to distance their household as much as possible from large congregations of muggle dwellings.

He wanted so bad to hold the delicate form of his lover; Sirius was chocking with the raw need of it. Two weeks. Two weeks he had been without the warmth he had found in Remus Lupin. Two weeks without feeling the immaculate love that radiated from those dazzling hazel eyes. Two weeks of avoiding the demons that within his home lived.

His father had glared at him when Sirius stepped on the threshold of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. The man had stared down at his son as if measuring every detail about the young man. Sirius had simply stared back, defiance engraved in the silvery patterns of his beautiful eyes. Mr. Black grunted approvingly and moved aside, allowing his wife and older son to step into their home. Sirius was used to his father sizing him all the time; it was as if the man thought that the dark haired youth was about to conduct a coup D’etat over his divine mandate of the household.

Sirius had fiercely seized the first moment to run away and hide in his chamber. He could feel the disapproving gaze of his gorgeous mother burning a bloody hole the size of a cannon ball in between his shoulder blades. Welcome home, Padfoot.

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He woke up somewhat startled when he felt a cold beak biting his wrist gently. Sirius glanced at the little animal and shifted. He regretted having done so for as soon as the action had been completed pain shot like electricity all over the side he had been lying on. The dark hair brushed the cherry wood of the floor he had fallen asleep on by the window of his chamber, as Sirius carefully sat up to look at the owl. The sun was pouring a blizzard of bright light all over the chamber. It was probably mid-morning.

The little owl looked tired, some of its coffee feathers were ruffled up the wrong way and it started jumping up and down, up and down.

“All right, little fellow. Calm down, don’t hurt yourself. I’m sorry I’m such a heavy sleeper.” Sirius had some trouble seizing the tiny beast as it was moving perilously fast.

His lower lip trembled when he had finally wrestled the piece of folded parchment from the coffee owl and realized what it meant. With shivering hands he opened the letter, ignoring the throbbing pain on his hip as he crossed his legs beneath his body.


(Beloved Padfoot,

I write to you as I lay on my bed. The night has come to an end leaving me weak and injured as it is my custom to inflict wounds upon my flesh whenever the queen of the eves visits me with the deceiving beauty of her fullness. But my promise to you, I’ll never break, my love.)


Sirius could just see the dirty blonde hair lightly slipping from behind Remus’ ear as the boy leaned his head a little to the side, the way he always did whenever he was writing. The silvery-gray eyes softened in the tenderness of his lover’s image and he continued to indulge in the vision. Yes, Remus would be gently moving his lips, forming the soundless words that his quill was weaving on the parchment. The pinkness of those lips perhaps looked somewhat paler due to the night’s ordeal but to the dark haired youth, his Remus was true beauty’s description no matter what.


(I will be all right, I promise. I have missed you so very terribly much. I beg for every minute of night and day to pass swiftly but time has never listened to me. And it never will. He is a stubborn fellow, Time. Never alters his course.)


Sirius nodded in agreement. Time was certainly taking his time in delaying the passage of itself.


(I have been writing, like you told me to. I seriously think my creations are hopelessly, shall we say—not good enough? I don’t know what you see in them really.)


“Bullshit, Moony. Your mind is exquisite.”


(Or anyone for that matter. I love to write, but I only write because I have you to write everything to.)


For the first time in two weeks, a smile took hold of the dark haired youth’s gorgeous features and stretched his lips across his face to make him radiate the wonderful good-natured soul that had been hiding in there. Suddenly Sirius had forgotten the place he was in and giggled with the drug-like effects of being hopelessly in-love. He placed one of his hands against his smiling mouth and stifled the light hearted sounds that escaped him of their own accord. Such was the effect of Remus. Such is the effect that a creative mind has over the one it loves the most. Such is the effect of an artist’s loving bliss. Such is the effect of a Lupinus Sublimis.


(Every line that I’ve weaved, as I read through them has been about you. Or, in fact, about the devious effects you have on my being. Sirius, I long to hold you in my arms and I doubt I can resist the rest of the summer without storming your dwelling and stealing you in the resemblance of a cheap, common, medieval-romance kind of way.

I close my eyes and transcend distance; my body responds and without my consent it works me into frenzy. The sweet scent of you that my lycanthrope self smelled last night on my Hogwarts robes made me throw such a tantrum, that my parents feared I was going to rip the house from its foundations. I can’t do that, now can I?)


Sirius ran his finger tips over the bite mark Remus had left on his inner thigh the day they had parted. He was completely sure that Remus could figure out how to knock Hogwarts herself to the rubble if given enough motivation. He hissed as he recalled the agonizingly erotic position they had been in at the Hogwarts Express; the boy pulled the leg of his boxers a little higher to caress the scar that now marked his creamy thigh.

Sirius smiled. If anyone was going to doubt whom he belonged to all he had to do was show them the obvious teeth marks on his ivory skin. That ought to prove he belonged to Remus, for he was patented for life. His smile grew wider. The boy made a mental note to tell Remus to mark him on a more visible spot; a shoulder blade would look rather nice.


(I love you. I know I must sound like a bloody broken record (did I tell you what a record is? It’s this disk that muggles play music with) when I say this phrase over and over, but hey. Who could blame me? You started it.)


Sirius made his way to his bed without noticing that he was doing so until he felt the soft satin of his bed sheets brushing his bare chest. He had a habit of going around in his boxers when he was alone in his room. He thrust the pillow under his upper body and hugged it with one arm as he read the remaining of the letter.


(Remember that time we hid in the cupboard by the entrance hall and you begged me to take you for the very first time? I remember it. I will never forget it. First you quieted my hopeless protests by sliding your tongue into my mouth, thrusting the wet organ into my oral cavity in time with the lascivious movements of your hips. How long did my resolve last? Fifteen seconds would be pushing it.

I slumped against your body and you held one of my ass cheeks with one hand and the other grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled back a little roughly. The next thing I knew your sinful tongue was painting patterns with hot, slick saliva down my throat. Merlin, I can still feel the way your knee parted my legs and rubbed that special place behind my balls; I like playing with that sometimes, you know. Just teasing the tiny line that runs from my ass hole to my balls and up, all the way up my cock, drives me crazy.)


Sirius stared at the sexually explicit words on the piece of parchment and whimpered. He wanted to rub Remus there himself. The texture of the boy in his intimate areas was so very smooth.


(Oh, my Sirius, I nearly came when you, in your most sensual husky tone whispered into my ear, “Take me, baby… I need to be yours. Moony…” You gasped; the ecstasy of your own words had you near the edge, didn’t it? “Fuck me. Make me yours… I want to be under you…I want you to thrust into my ass and slam your engorged cock into my prostate.”

I know you’re hard by now.)


“You think?” Sirius was trying to keep his eyes focused on the letters he had not yet read upon the parchment.


(I thought I’d give my horny lover something to masturbate about till we can get back together. Only when we are one do I feel complete.

If Regulus is giving you a hard time, let me know. James said that he’d love to give him the old one-two. For the first time, I have to agree. I would really like to give him the old one-two as well.

I love you,
-Moony.)

Sirius spent the rest of that day silencing his heartbreakingly sweet cries of ecstasy by biting his pillows. However, he refrained from swallowing the soft whispers that rolled off his wet tongue when he climaxed helplessly. “Remus, Remus, Remus… Oh, I need you, Remus…”

*******

“Now, don’t be rude, Sirius and come down to dinner!” Mrs. Black was hissing the pungent order to her son as she stood straight as a board on the threshold of the dark haired boy’s chambers.

It had been a couple of weeks since Sirius had received any word from his lover and his mood could not get any coarser than it already was. He looked up and glared at the ice lady framed by the mahogany wood of his doorway, and then he turned his glare in the direction of the dress robes neatly stretched over his luxurious bed. The boy could feel his mother looking daggers at him; he often wondered why she had conceived him in the first place if the only thing she did was look at him in utter loathe all the freaking time.

“I don’t want to.” He muttered the words making sure each and ever syllable was emphasized with as much arrogance and determination as he could muster, which for Sirius was a lot. Growing up in the Black household had taught him how to act like a block of frigid marble when the situation called.

The lady’s nose contracted. Her eyes opened as far as they could open and the irises in them were reduced to the point of being on the border of extinction. The lips painted the reddest of red hues became a thin line of blazing hate.

And Sirius just glared back, his face tilted downwards for he was now much taller than his mother. He was determined to win the glaring contest this time.

“How dare you contradict my orders?” The melodious voice had been sharp enough to cut diamonds indeed.

“Because I can--” The blow that connected to the youth’s face was of such a power, Sirius could have sworn it had come from a man and not the thin woman in front of him. The hand slapped flat against his cheek pushing the flesh there against his teeth, scrapping the inside of his mouth and drawing blood. Sirius shut his eyes as he felt the sharp fingernails dig into the smooth surface of his face. He staggered back a few steps, raising his hand to cup his jaw as if to make sure it was still attached to his skull. Crimson liquid he spat without reserve on the Persian rug that covered the wooden floor beneath his feet, the metallic taste filled his oral cavity in a rush of pain and humiliation; Sirius fixed his eyes on his mother perplexed.

The rigid aspect he had always observed in his mother was gone. All traces of glamour and aristocratic protocol were drained form the madam’s being, the eyes so full of hate on a regular basis were now empty, devoid of composure; it was the most fear-provoking sight the youth had ever experienced. He was in the presence of no human. No human being could possibly harbor such a tempest of a soul to resemble a harpy to such perfection. And he bore her blood; Sirius felt as if his bowels were turning inside out and that he was going to vomit them onto the Persian rug at any given moment.

Mrs. Black rose to her full height; the red lips were gone from her countenance for they were pressed so tightly together. Sirius heard her exhale air from her lungs. “I’ve had enough of your insolences Sirius Black.” Her collision reddened hand rose to brush the embroidered edge of her exquisitely crafted robes. The elegant fingernails scratched the patterns before diving into the dark fabrics as the madam drew out her wand so slowly that her son could hear as it scrapped every thread of the garment.

“Crucio.”

The youth dropped to the floor when a jet of light hit him squarely in the center of his chest. The power of his fall was no comparison to the physical pain he was enduring. He curled into a fetal position upon the Persian rug and hugged his knees to his chest as his flesh twitched in agony as if a million hooks were fastened onto his skin and were ripping him apart. His bones buckled and roared under the pressure of the countless stones Sirius felt were being hauled at him with vicious force. His vision blurred and tears of white hot ache erupted from the corners of his eyes; the pupils felt as if they were going to explode. The dark haired youth quivered in suffering, but from his brave lips not a sound could be heard. In spite of his blurry sight he stared at the woman hovering like a beast over his convulsing body; defiance and courage etched on the creased, pained lines of his beautiful face.

“Are you in pain, my child?”

Sirius felt his teeth scrapping against the inner parts of his cheeks. His breathing was ragged enough to bring those weak of stomach to the edge of madness. But her child would not yield to the lady’s sadism; her anger grew white hot and consumed the blood inside her veins. Her laughter filled the chamber. “So this is what landed you in Gryffindor?”

Sirius knew he had been kicked when he was pushed a meter away from where his mother was standing. He felt his mind go dark into the realm of unconsciousness, but just barely for his mother lifted the Unforgivable Curse of his being just in time to keep him in reality.

The dark haired youth gasped like a fish out of water, his lungs desperate for the air they so greedily needed after such a horrible ordeal. He laid there for what seemed like an eternity, fisting the Persian rug and tearing the skin of his knuckles in the process.
“Do as I say pernicious vermin. Get dressed and come downstairs to celebrate your birthday with your family.”

It took Sirius trice the amount of time to get dressed, every cell on his body, even the dead ones of his hair and nails screamed in humiliation. His throat felt as dry as sand-paper but water could not make it better.

It was the first time the most Noble of the House of Black felt the cold rage that ran in his veins.

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Sirius pushed the food that rested on his silver plate around. He doubted he could ever feel hungry ever again. He only wanted it all to end so he could run up the stairs and lock himself back in his chamber. Not a word had been spoken from his lips as his parents and brother dined in the frivolous manner so habitual to their house.

He glanced towards Regulus and was entirely surprised to find him smiling right back at him. Sirius made a mental note to drown the sucker in the toilet as soon as possible. There was something about that smile that unsettled Sirius more than anything that had taken place on that faithful evening. He was sure that misfortune was to be associated with it. Regulus never smiled.

“There was an article in the Daily Prophet today, father. It was very interesting.” The arrogant teenager turned to face the man at the head of the table. Sirius had stopped pretending he was eating; a conversation about the news was something very unusual to be chatting about on his birthday. It was a Black tradition to criticize everything about Sirius on those special occasions. “It was about the dangers of having werewolves roaming the streets among higher beings such as ourselves.” His tone was obnoxiously full of flamboyant pride as he pressed his palm against the part of his chest above his heart in a formal gesture.

Sirius brought his hands to rest on top of his lap lest he should grasp the silver knife resting by the side of his plate and have the incredible pleasure of committing fratricide right there and then. Something was amiss indeed.

The melodious voice of his icy mother spoke as she smiled malevolently. “Ah, yes. Filthy half-breeds should be put to death in my opinion. All werewolves should be annihilated; it’s the only remedy to the ills that plague society.” Her laughter made the crystal cups holding the wine of their dinner ring with the horrid coldness of its vibrations. She then turned towards her older son, the hypocritical smile plastered onto her face barely able to conceal the sneer nascent there. “Don’t you agree, Sirius?”

(They know). It was the only thing that passed though his mind as he heard his heart-beats increase in speed. (Holy fuck, they know).

Regulus reached inside the pocket of his robes and pulled out a very familiar piece of parchment, his smile growing larger. The arrogant boy waved the letter in front of his shocked brother’s face. His mother stabbed the remains of the turkey in order to get his attention, the cranberry sauce spirited across the table like spilled blood.

Sirius felt his fingers and toes grow cold. “If anyone has to be annihilated, let it be all of you fucking bastards.” His voice was calm and crisp.

Mr. Black stood up from his high-backed chair and lifted the dinning table from the floor and hauled it across the room, overturning it and causing the piece of furniture to slam against the opposite wall. A frightened house-elf screamed and ran out of the room as fast as his little legs could carry him. “I WILL NOT HAVE MY SON TAPPING ANOTHER MAN’S SON!!!”

Sirius’ was pressed against the back of his chair; he looked straight ahead refusing to flinch at the furious outburst of his father. He could hear his mother giggling compulsively in the background. “There is nothing you can do about it father. I belong to another guy, yes. I love to fuck him, hell yes. He is a werewolf and I love him. And want to know something else fuck-bag?”

The youth stood up and walked with firm determination to face the man that had engendered his being. Sirius looked down at his father, only then realizing that he was also taller and probably a lot stronger, which made Sirius smile cynically. The older Black looked take aback but never the less did not back down from his position of totalitarian rule over his house. “YOU IMPERTINENT--”

Sirius fisted the man’s throat and only let go of the pressure when his father began to gasp for air. His mother was no longer giggling. “I love him, fuck-bag. I adore that guy; I’ll become a half-breed myself for him. But you know what? He’s also a half-muggle.”

Regulus held his gasping mother when she heard the words uttered by Sirius. The youth released his father and walked over towards his brother. “Release her Regulus.” Sirius had never been so imperial about an order. The authority in his tone made the youngest of the Black unhand the icy lady without realizing what he was doing until it was too late.

Sirius plunged his fist as deep as it could go into his brother’s gut, making the bloody coward wail in pain. The second blow he landed with great pleasure on his sibling’s face as he heard Mrs. Black screaming. His father was too much of a coward to defend Regulus from Sirius’ wrath.

Five blows he crushed against the bastard, but Sirius was far from satisfied. He was going for the sixth punch when he froze. The icy madam was holding him captive under the power of her wand. “YOU WILL CEASE TO BE WITH THE FILTHY HALF-BREED! YOU WILL SEND HIM AN OWL TELLING THAT MUDBLOOD YOU DON’T WANT HIM ANYMORE!!!”

The youth released his brother and the spell was lifted off of him. He looked around to see the horror that was his house and the monsters he had for a family and almost cried out to the heavens for mercy. He thought of his beloved Remus and the pain it will cause the smaller boy to loose him. (No…I will fight. For you Remus I will fight anything).

Sirius regained his composure and calmly gazed at his family. The moved his silvery-gray stare to rest upon his father. “As you say, My Lord.”

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Before the break of dawn the dark haired youth was gone from his house. He was then sixteen and a man by the law of both muggles and wizards. Sirius had stood up to his father and challenged his authority.

He had broken free and to James’ place he headed on his youthful feet.


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