Topaz and Sapphire

TITLE: Topaz and Sapphire

AUTHOR: Lady Sirius

PAIRING: SB/RL

RATING: NC17

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DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling

- I would claim Sirius if I could (but alas this is not meant to be!)


DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented, wondrous and everlastingly sexy
inspiration - Gary Oldman. And it is also dedicated to my good friend
Kitty - she is the Remus to my Sirius in our rpgs, and has inspired me
to write about their love.
This particular story was written for Kitty, with love.

Topaz and Sapphire

Topaz: Chemistry: Al 2 SiO 4 (F, OH) 3, Aluminum silicate fluoride hydroxide.
Topaz is a common gemstone that has been used for centuries in jewelry. Its golden brown to yellow color is classic but is confused with the less valuable citrine, which is sold under the name topaz.
Sapphire: VARIETY OF: Corundum , Al2O3 .
Sapphire is the non-red variety of corundum, the second hardest natural mineral known to mankind.

Those topaz eyes - how they glitter - how they shine. They gleam magnificently, whether in the early morning light upon first awakening, heavylidded with sleep, content with the satiation of night\'s respite, or in the warmth of starglow on moonless nights when stargazing becomes an imperative and the need to make love in the out of doors overrides everything else and caution is a word for muggles and fools. These are the eyes of my Moony - my Remus - my dearest love - my heart. These are the eyes that can suck me into a vortex of emotions, a whirlpool of dizzying proportions which consumes my soul and pulls me in, carries me away on that endless magic carpet ride - that Steppenwolfish ride to a place of dreams and visions - you never know what you\'ll find there.

How he puts up with me I\'ll never know. I\'ve been told that I am shallow, demanding, divaish - I\'m in love with myself and in being the prima donna of Hogwarts - infantile, juvenile, a severe case of arrested development - a prank waiting to happen - a jackass, a charlatan, a pretty boy - stupid, mentally challenged, disobedient, unfeeling, insensitive - I\'ve heard them all, all the epithets hurled at me either to my face or behind my back. And those are just my friends! Hardy har. And yet he continues to love me with the utmost devotion and tenderness - so warm, so caring, so utterly Remus - and I shall be eternally grateful for that, for I could never live without him, no matter what anyone else thinks. He is my life - without him, nothing else has any meaning.

Sometimes those amber eyes pierce me with an all-knowing look - right through into my very soul he gazes. As if he is trying to understand me, to contain me. To make sense of Sirius Black - as if that were even possible. He doesn\'t say a word, which drives me crazy, and he knows it. Watching, observing - as if he were psychoanalysing me on some imaginary Freudian couch inside his mind. \'So tell me, Mr. Black, how long have you had these feelings of inadequacy?\' To which my typical response would be, \'Fuck you, Moony!\' and his to that would be,\'With pleasure!\'

Sometimes those topaz eyes blaze with anger - when I\'ve done something particularly annoying to him, such as my continuing feud with Snivellus Snape. I try to watch my tongue, I really do, but that great greasy git just rubs me the wrong way, always has. The feeling is quite mutual, of course - he despises all of us - me, James, Peter, Remus. Well, maybe not Remus so much, but I refuse to think in those terms or I just get more and more pissed off and lose what little self-control I possess. I\'m lucky that Remus ever forgave me for what happened during our sixth year - maybe I was wrong for what I did, but only as far as it concerns Remy, not Snape - if it weren\'t for the horrible repercussions, both emotional and legal, I could be quite happy to watch the wolf rend the living flesh from Snape\'s rotten motheaten moldy body, and never regret it. But what it would do to Remus - well, that is not worth thinking about. My sensitive little man - so caring, so fragile at times that I know that I would tear the living beating heart from my chest in an Aztecan sacrifice before I allowed any harm to come to him, any pain to cross the threshold of his existence, much less be the one to bring it about. Thus it is and thus it will always be.

The facets of those golden eyes - liquid honey - one glance is more than enough to shatter my soul, to bring me to orgasm quicker than I sometimes care to be brought - to see myself reflected in those eyes, to know that I am his and he is mine - these things truly blow my mind and bring me to my knees, a humble penitent seeking the divinity in those beautiful orbs. Merlin, I never knew that loving someone could feel like this - I\'ve never loved anybody else and I never will, and I\'ve never been loved by anyone like this - only Remus - he found his way into my heart and soul and entwined himself so thoroughly with mine that no longer can I tell where one leaves off and the other begins, and that is the way it should be. For we are more than the sum of our orgasms - the tally of our touches - we are the answer to the question in each other\'s eyes - the reason that either one of us exists - the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end. Romeo had Juliet. Damien had Pythias. Remus and I have each other.

Even as I write this, I cannot see those luminous topaz eyes for they are closed in golden slumber - he rests beside me, at peace, serene - while I quill these words. Together in our own bed, in our own apartment - just he and I, together. It\'s the best feeling in the world, let me tell you, and tomorrow I think that........

Obviously I am mistaken in my assessment of Remy\'s sleep status, for even now I feel a warm presence beneath the sheets - one which is engulfing me within its oh so moist mouth. I moan, wondering how he managed to slip under there without me noticing - I have been so absorbed in what I was doing that I just didn\'t see or feel - and he can be damn stealthy when he wants to be. I lift the sheet - his head is positioned between my legs, and he looks up at me - those topaz eyes are glittering at me now in a very familiar way - one that says, \'I want you, Sirius\', and my cock is sending the message back to him that the feeling is entirely mutual. He reaches out with that very talented tongue, runs it across the head of my dick, lightly flicks it against the slit - ooh, how I shiver and tingle when he does this. I set the parchment aside for another time, and concentrate on what is being done to me instead.

Slowly he draws his tongue along the bottom of my stiff prick, reaching the most sensitive areas, the ones that he knows so well, is so familiar with. I moan, clutching that tawny hair within my fingers, trying not to press down too much, to be too impatient. Impatience is my watchword - and Remus is forever chiding me to maintain some semblance of dignity and to try not to act like a bitch in heat - hardy har! But I can\'t help myself, for I want him - I want all of him, at every given moment of each and every day, and to deny it or to pretend that I want anything less would be simply ludicrous.

His long slender fingers slide around my balls and begin to squeeze, as he rubs my cock across his cheek, feeling the texture of my skin against his, as if he is making a comparison for some paper he needs to write. I can see it now - Professor McGonagall in her oh so crisp accent - \'Mr. Lupin, if you would, compare and contrast, and write 24 inches on the major differences between cock skin and cheek skin.\' Yes, I think Remy would rather enjoy that, and I can\'t deny that I am enjoying the touch of him as well

His fingers brush \"accidentally\" across my opening, and an involuntary moan escapes my lips. Gods, how well he knows what I want - what I want is him - on me, in me, around me - I want to be his constant shadow, that thing he can\'t live without, the innermost core of his being, the center of his heart - I want to be his one and only, and his everything - and I know that I am, and that he is all these things to me and more.

He is being a naughty wolf, my Remy, looking up at me with mischief glowing in those topaz eyes. \"Are you ready for sleep, Sirius?\" he asks softly, looking as if he is going to move from between my legs.

I hold him firmly in place with my hands, my looks - I know that my eyes cannot help but reveal everything I feel - I am a well-read book to him, one that he can always find his place in, no matter what, and lose himself in once again. \"Remy, don\'t move,\" I caution him, \"unless you want a mad pup on your hands.\"

He laughs, and touches my ass again, sending shivers of desire flowing through me. \"What does my puppy want?\" he teases in that sexy low werewolf growl, that throaty voice which sends tremors of pleasure straight to my cock.

\"I want my wolf to fuck me silly,\" I plead, \"Fuck me into next week.\" Impatient, I reach for the lube which is conveniently situated on my bedside table (actually we keep jars around the apartment in various strategic locations to accompany our various needs), and hand it to him, smiling. He takes it, returning my smile. \"Good choice,\" he murmurs, \"this one tastes pretty good actually,\" and he slides two fingers into the jar, coating them with the orangey goo, before returning them to my opening, inserting one finger inside of me, causing me to twitch appreciatively.

\"Does my Paddy like that?\" he croons, as he moves the digit about inside of me.

\"Yes, Moony, Paddy likes that,\" I affirm, moving against that finger. He finds the spot he seeks, and hits it, causing me to arch my back in pleasure. \"YESSSSSSSS!\" I gasp. \"That\'s it, love, that\'s it!\"

He smiles at my eagerness, touching my prostate again, before he adds the second finger, working to relax that ring of muscles so that it won\'t hurt when he enters me - not that it ever does - pain and pleasure are actually so closely bound one to the other that sometimes one segues directly into the other. I think that the Marquis de Sade had a point, but perhaps he carried it a bit too far. I think it works for us because we love one another, a protective spell which envelops us and keeps us safe from harm.

\"Want you, Moony,\" I moan, wanting more from, him, needing more. \"I want your big hard cock inside of me - push it all the way in , my love - fuck me hard, please!\"

Remus continues to scissor his fingers inside of me, refusing to give in to my demands - after all, he is the alpha male and he sets the pace in our relationship, something which I have always accepted. But you can\'t blame a puppy for trying. When he is ready he withdraws those friendly fingers - and of course I whine about it, it is my nature - but he calmly and deliberately applies more of the lube to his own rockhard cock, and when he is ready, he moves it closer to me, rubbing the head against my opening in an oh so tantalizing infuriating cockteasing way.

\"In, Remy, in!\" I urge, gripping his shoulders tightly, trying to draw him inside of me through sheer willpower. His topaz eyes dance, the highlights like miniature suns within his irises - gods, how beautiful he is. It\'s so hard not to come right then and there, but I hold on, waiting for what he is about to offer.

Slowly, oh so slowly, lovingly, he enters me, fills me - moving into my tight hot channel until he is fully sheathed within my heat. Then he pauses, not moving, taking in the sensations that are me, even as I am content to be filled with him. At that moment of our conjoining, we are no longer two, but one - two hearts with but one soul - two bodies now become one - our union complete. I wish that we could stay like this forever, and I\'ve often told him so, but he insists that the world is not ready for such a set of Siamese twins as we would present, and I am forced to agree, as we giggle together at the image.

These are the moments that make life worthwhile - the times when I know that I can never be any happier than I am right now - and that everything I have ever wanted or needed or will ever want or need is right there with me, inside of me, claiming me, owning me - these are the moments sublime when I truly understand what love is - and it is spelled R-e-m-u-s - and he is, I am, we are all things, everything - we are perfection personified - and this is our nirvana.

Now he begins to move inside of me, his hips moving against mine, as his clever hand seeks my weeping cock and grasps it tightly, moving up and down the shaft in rhythm with his cock\'s motions inside of me. My hands seek his back, stroking it gently, then clasping it tighter as he progresses, my fingernails gripping his soft flesh, leaving little crescent moons in the pale skin. I drag my nails down his back, leaving tiny trails of blood. \"Yes,\" I moan softly, \"Yes, my love.\"

As he moves, his eyes lock with mine, the topaz is warmer, heavier, glazed over with the intensity of his lust which only serves to inflame my libido that much more. \"Harder, harder,\" I urge, moving my hips to match the rhythm of his thrusts, arching my back as he continues to brush against my prostate, bringing me closer and closer to fruition while at the same time trying to prolong the experience.

\"Love... you... Sirius,\" he moans as he works his flesh into mine, his hands working hard to pleasure my cock, as he continues to ravage my ass. I am on fire with my desire for him, working myself up into a wordless ecstasy. I know that I won\'t last long, and neither will he, but that is okay because we both recover quickly.

\"Remy... love... you,\" I whisper in return, feeling it begin, that sensation deep within the heart of me that centers in my groin, but which as it grows envelops every fibre of my being in the rising waves that engulf my senses and overwhelm me - each time better than the one before. Someday I think I will die from this feeling, for there is nothing better in this world.

\"Cum, Siri,\" he urges me, \"cum for Remy,\" and his voice and his words tip me over the edge of that cliff which I have fallen off a million times before, and I spill my seed over his hands, over our chests, even as I feel that he is coming too, coming deep inside of me, ejaculating his essence into the core of my being. I tighten my grasp around his cock as he comes, and he moans even louder, as we scream each other\'s names into the night.

Finally, spent, he collapses on top of me, and I hold him tight against me, not caring about the stickiness or the dampness, just holding on for dear life to one another. For nothing else exists at this moment but he and I.

After we regain our breaths, we kiss, deeply, passionately, slowly - for we have all the time in the world now, and now is our cuddle time, our time to whisper the words of love which lust has little time for. He rolls onto his back, taking me with him, and we assume our usual post-coital positions. His arms wrap around me as I nestle against his chest, peppering it with tiny kisses and licks. I move one leg in between his. We fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, as if we were made strictly for one another. Neither one of us has been with anybody else, nor will we ever. This is what was always meant to be - our destiny, our fate - our kismet.

\"Sirius,\" he whispers softly.

\"Yes, Remy?\"

He looks at me, and those topaz eyes are soft now, glowing with love fulfilled, a contented look which only I can bring about. \"Did I ever tell you that your eyes are like two sapphires glowing in the dark?\"

\"Yes, love, you have,\" I smile at him, as he gently plays with my dark curls - one of his favourite occupations. \"And your eyes are two topazes,\" I return - our old familiar litany of the topaz and sapphire.

We kiss again, and again and again, before we settle down once more - for we are whole again, we are together again, and we will stay this way for as long as we can, until the exigencies of everyday life demand that we separate for a little while. But even when we are not physically joined, the emotional tie is always there, the mental tie - the red string that binds us in this world and the next. No matter what happens, we will never be apart.

This is the way it has been, and this is the way it shall ever be.

Topaz and sapphire - forever.