Lullaby

Title: Lullaby
Author: Miramar
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: T.T If they where mine, Harry and Draco would be getting it on at least five times per chapter and Ron wouldn\'t be prefect. As if.
Rating: NC-17
Category(s): Smut, PWP, short.
Warning: This is my first piece. Be gentle!

To Bell.... cause she started it all. Many thanks, sweety. Love always.


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A pair of red numbers glared angrily at him from their place beside the lamp on top of the drawer, opposite of the bed.

He looked up at them over his reading glasses and glared back. It was 11:24 already and Sirius was late as ever. He sighed as he tilted his head back against the headboard for a second, breathing deeply through his nose. He was fighting two feelings of annoyance and worry in his head. On one hand, Sirius could have decided to go out, getting recklessly drunk after his trip to Edinburgh. He hated portkeying. And since he’d been there on family business, Remus didn’t expect him to be having a good time. On the other, something could have happened, that delayed him. Something dreadful…awful … maybe even fatal.

He dragged a hand through his chestnut bangs nervously, a useless effort as they only dropped back into his eyes again. He shook his head. Nah. Nothing had happened. He had just gone out. The dog.

Remus worried a lot and mostly about Sirius.

The room was fairly dark and the cool autumn breeze danced around it, playing with the white curtains. A small, cheerful fire sparkled in the fireplace giving more warmth than light. The oil lamp that stood on the bedside table to his left shone gloomily and he furrowed his brow, raising his pj clad knee to get the parchments closer to his eyes. Various sheets of them lay scattered upon the bed and he had his albatross quill stuck behind his ear.

He bit thoughtfully on his bottom lip as the dull words of the different Ministry officials floated through his head in a thick stream. All muggle taxes and the house payments were filled out and signed, resting neatly on the dinner table downstairs. It had taken him most of the evening to get them ready and he hoped that Sirius wouldn’t mistake the table for the toilet, should he come home after a visit at The Drunken Ass, a not so legal wizard pub in the very depths of Knockturn Alley. He glared at the red numbers again and then looked down at the thin dotted line, further down on the parchment, a small hand pointing at it eagerly, as if it was the only reason for its existence. Sadly enough, it was.

He ignored the hand, now furiously waving at him and pointing at the line for him to sign, and looked at the window. He should be here by now. Playing absentmindedly with the quill, he listened carefully for the steps against the grovel that would be slightly heavier, slightly more shuffled, than the other steps that could be heard at a quarter to twelve on the small alleyway off the main road, north of Westminister Abbey. His eyes narrowed when they didn’t arrive, even after listening for twenty minutes. Where could he be?

He looked down at the hysterical hand again and took the quill from behind his ear. Slowly, as if to torture the annoying feature even more, he wrote his signature in curly letters. When he was done, the hand collapsed at the side of the line and curled up as if sleeping soundly. The outer side of his left eye twitched remarkably and he had a strange urge fling the paper into fireplace. He resisted the urge however and placed it in the stack of parchmentreadready signed.

With a fleeting movement, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes with the back of the hand, scratching his bare stomach with the other. The white shirt with its sleeves rolled up around his elbows laid open over his chest and the duvet fitted snugly around his hips. The duvet that smelled of him, of rain, grass, coffee and lavender. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Gathering all the parchments, he placed them on the bedside table, along with his glasses and the quilith ith a light flicker of his fingers, the lamp went out and he turned to his side, facing towards the centre of the bed, where the smell was stronger.

If he closed his eyes he could almost feel the silky curtain of Sirius’ hair against his cheek.

He breathed in again, sensing his skin, the sun kissed part above his collarbone. It was always so soft, right there, in the little dip, below the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He breathed more deeply, feeling the rough path of his hand against the small of his back, so endlessly soft, hovering just above the small hairs.

Sirius. Loving, strong, wonderful… no bad, bad Sirius.

Irresponsible, unpredictable, annoying Sirius. Sirius who goes to a pub instead of coming home to him. He clenched his teeth tightly together and refused to be seduced by the mere scent of him.

Curling himself up against one of the two gigantic pillows, he sighed. Sirius had insisted on buying them when they moved into the house three months ago. The building was much like everything else in London, squished in between two of its companions, made of dark red brick stonnd hnd had a blue door. He smiled as the thought of the blue door. He liked it very much. It had a tint of green in it, making the colour warm and welcoming, much like the ocean. Much like Sirius. His brow furrowed at this.

Couldn’t he bloody well stay out of his head for two minutes?

He turned again, lying on his band and pulled the duvet up so that it rested just under his nose. He liked this duvet. It had been theirs since they got together in the beginning of seventh year. It was big and heavy and extremely warm in the summer but it was comforting. And it had pink edges. He liked it.

He smiled and squirmed around for a bit, trying to get comfortable. The mattress was somehow harder than usual and the sheets stuck to him as if trying to creep under his skin to live happily ever more with his body fluids. He pulled the duvet down to his stomach and shivered slightly as the cool breeze turned cold against his bare skin. He pulled the duvet up again and closed his eyes. It was hot and his mind was fluttering between wake and sleep. His eyes opened and closed, a glassy film covering their surface. Then a drop of midnight ink fell into each of them and the blanket of dark liquid spread over his vision. The world turned black. And his breathing slowed.

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It was dark.

Dark everywhere. He touched it and it was muddy, like oil in his hand. White trees without leaves or life. They stood still, all of them. Dead and unmoving. The earth was black, with a pitch of grey in it, the only difference from the black skies.

There were no stars. No moon. No light.

Only white trees and a path which he couldn’t see the end of. He started walking, steppingon ton the road and following the endless vault of trees.

No moon. He smiled to himself.

Here he would never have to lock himself into a safe room and crawl under a desk during his transformation. Here he would never have to smell blood on his fingers that wasn’t his own.

There was no light.

But the darkness…the darkness wasn’t comforting. The darkness was muddy and fluid, swallowing everything, his thoughts, his feelings…he felt drained.

And then suddenly a light. A sparkle, like the beams of the sun crushed against thousands of snow crystals, far away at the end of the strange forest that surrounded him. It scared him at first. It was clear, almost blue at the ends of it. It was terrifying. The blue light of the moon. He was afraid. He looked down at his hands and waited for them to disappear in a coat of dark brown pelt. But nothing happened. He touched his nose carefully, as if thinking it was going to bite his hand off. It was still there. And then, a scent filled his senses. A scent… He knew that smell. He started to run. Run, run with the speed of his other form. The dead trees flashed past him in a blurry sea of white. White dead trees, darkness, light. Hope. Light.

Then he noticed that he had left the trees behind him. In fact, as he glanced back over his shoulder, there was nothing there. Nothing but greyish ground and a void above. He continued to run, faster and faster, the light brighter now, bigger. Bigger and bigger until it enveloped him. A striking beautiful light.

The scent. So familiar. From the edges of the window of light. He shook his head.

This can’t be...

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He woke with a start. The fired had died down and the angry numbers blinked at him ruthlessly. 02:13. He sighed and turned on his side.

Hair. Long black hair. It shone in the dark.

Just as Remus began to fill his lungs with enough air to wake the entire block with his scream he spoke.

“I took the train instead. I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to call you before it left the station. I know I should have.”

Remus breathed out heavily and watched as Sirius stood from the green armchair in the corner and started to undress in the dark.

“How was your weekend, darling? God knows I would have rather spent it with you. I was this close to hexing Auntadoradora into the next century. But it doesn’t matter now, cause I don’t have to see them ever again.”

He could feel the grin on his face through the dark. He smiled.

“So I guess everything was sorted out then? With the inheritance and all?”

His voice was still a bit scratchy from the hot air in the room. Sirius threw his shirt and tee all over the chair where Remus had folded his clothes neatly. He frowned.

“Yeah, everything cleared. And I told them that they could all go hang themselves over a boiling lake of lava in a really thin rope. Then I kicked Lucius in the knee and walked out.”

He was now struggling with his left boot, jumping around as to keep his balance with his left foot in his lap. Finally he seemed to find a way of keeping himself upright and pulled with intense power to get the bloody boot off, all the while muttering profanities. Soon enough he started tipping slowly to the right and fell on his side on the hard wood floor. Remus chuckled and looked down on the mess of limbs that was his lover.

“Wet freaking pain in the arse, get off my damn foot.”

With a small howl he pulled again and the shoe flew off which of course caused Sirius to bang his head into the leg of the bed. Remus rolled his eyes as a series of inappropriate curses filled the room. Only now he noticed that the water was pounding down against the glass of the window and the room was suddenly illuminated by a flash of lightning.

“One would think you’re big enough to get your clothes off by yourself.”

With that he stood up and kneeled by him, grabbing hold of his other boot and twisted, making it glide off gently.

“Show off.”

“Baby.”

Sirius grabbed hold of his neck and dragged him down forcefully against his lips, letting Remus taste the rain and desire on his tongue. Remus whimpered and grabbed hold of his shoulders, digging his fingers into the others flesh. With Sirius everything was passion, heat, now.

Sirius growled deeply and pushed him up on the bed, leaving him there to quickly unbuckle his belt and slip out of his black suit trousers. With a cruel snicker he leaped up on the bed and grabbed hold of the others wrists, pinning them to the bed.

“You know, I’ve been driving myself crazy with thoughts about you. About the taste of your skin. And about your hands against mine.”

He licked a path from his collarbone to his ear and breathed coolly on the wet trail. Remus shivered under his tongue and words.

“I’ve…..ah…I’ve missed you too.”

“Of course you did. After all I am adorably unforgettable.”

“Don’t be such a dork.”

“Am not. I’d charge for that.”

Sirius disappeared lower and lower down his body. Remus closed his eyes tightly shut and winded the sheets around his hands as he felt graceful fingers drag down his pj’s and underwear slowly.

“I should charge for this too. I could make a fortune.”

“God damnit, Sirius!” bellowed Remus and glared at the dark end of the bed.

His better half chuckled and trailed the tip of his sinful tongue up the length of his lover’s shaft, letting it linger around his head. He listened carefully.

A silent moan, filling his ears.

He smirked around the others desire and swallowed it carefully, inch by inch, until he could feel the small hairs around his base tickle his nose.

On the other end of the bed, Remus was, as always, making less sense than he ever did during the greater part of the year. He bit his lip forcefully, fighting the moans eating away at his inner throat to get out in the free air. And as always, he lost and the sound of his whimpering echoed with the thunder.

Sirius concentrated on his task and licked his way up towards the others head, breathing coolly on the read, pulsating skin, dragging a harsh moan out of his lover. He trailed his fingers over the skin of his i tig tights. Now this was a position he liked. Where he had absolute control over his lover’s need, his pleasure and his pain. The power filled him, blossoming in the pit of his stomach, arousing and drunkening. His eyes sparkled as he dived down upon the other again, sucking mercilessly.

“Sirius….”

He loved it when he moaned his name. He trailed the big, throbbing blood vein with his tongue up to just below the underside of his head, a string of flesh begging for his attention. He lightly slapped his tongue against it, rewarded with a small cry from his lover. He slapped it again and got the same response. Leaving the flesh and sucking thoughtfully on the others head, he swirled his tongue around the others tip and hummed a small tune. The vibrations from his vocal cords made Remus tremble violently and he whimpered miserably, begging him without words for release.

Sirius decided to take pity on him and sucked hard along his entire shaft, making Remus convulse and come with a scream, muffled by his hand. He smiled up at him and dragged his boxers and pj’s up, as the other was currently incapable of doing anything by himself.

“I think you should be able to go back to sleep now, eh, moony?” He snickered and got under the covers, pulling the other up against him and kissing his shoulder.

Remus sighed, his mind foggy and small stars still jumping around his line of vision. But he felt the mattress soften under the weight of the other. And the duvet rd jud just above their hips but the warmth of Sirius chest against his back comforted him. He reached his hand up. Yes. It was right there, above his collarbone. Soft. And the scent. He smiled.

“You are the light.”

But Sirius breathing had already slowed.