Shiver

The characters are not mine. However the question about God and Jesus is mine, and I blame it totally and entirely on spending too much time with my Mormon friends.

“Remus.”

I felt a stabbing pain in my side.

“Remus.”

A second jab, harder this time.

I carefully peeled first one, then the other eye open.


Sirius was perched on my bed, looking at me with a hopeful expression.

“What?”, I growled.

“I have a question.”


Of course he did. It was Saturday morning and James and Peter were off Merlin knows where, leaving only me to entertain Sirius. I had been attempting to catch up on some much-needed rest, but apparently, that was no longer an option. When left to his own devices, Sirius became bored very quickly and the boredom led to questions which inevitably lead to one or more of us in Dumbledore’s office.

I raised my eyebrows at him in a “Well are you going to ask it or can I go back to sleep now?” manner.

He took a deep breath before he replied, as though making sure I understood the full weight of what was to come.

“If God and Jesus have sex, is it incest or masturbation?”


Merlin.


“Sirius. It is 8:30. On a Saturday. Go. Back. To. Bed.”

I knew that Muggle Studies class was a bad idea. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Sirius (actually it’s hard not to, he can be quite charming when he wants to be and that is quite a bit of the time, which has resulted in everyone loving him), but he can be insufferable at times.


Like now.


I turned onto my side and buried my face in my pillow, hoping to gain a few more hours of sleep before James and Peter returned. Sirius merely sat there for a moment, before announcing, “It’s too far to get back in my bed, I think I’ll just stay here.”

“Fine. Wonderful. Just be quiet.”

He crawled up the bed and eased himself in under the covers. I burrowed deeper into my pillow and was just drifting off again when I felt warm lips against my neck.

“Moony.”

“Hmmm.”

“Moony I missed you this week.”

“Mhmm.”


His arms crept around my waist and began to unbutton my pajama top, exposing more of my neck to his talented lips.

After he finished unbuttoning my top I rolled over and snuggled closer into his embrace.

He slid my shirt down my arms, and as his hands slid back up he stopped momentarily at the scar that marked me as a werewolf.

He always did that, every time. He always touched it. I never really understood why, but since it felt good no matter where or how Sirius was touching me, I never complained.

Finally one of his hands trailed up my chest towards my chin and he tilted my face upwards until our lips met.


At the first contact of his lips to mine, I felt a shiver run down my spine. He knows that happens, the bastard, and loves it.

Which is why he preceded to run his fingertips down my chest, another sure-fire way to get me to shiver.


Then Sirius began to kiss me in earnest.

The thing about Sirius is, is that when he starts to focus on something, he gets extremely intense and it can become very difficult to break his focus.

When it comes to kissing this is a very, very good thing.

Sirius kissed me like he was trying to suck my soul out through my mouth. Sometimes I feel like he already has, and that parts of my soul have been replaced with his, linking us forever.

His tongue invaded my mouth, seeking to reclaim familiar territory, to further mark me as him. He started a gentle pressure against my body, slowly pushing me back so that he could stretch out on top of me.


Oh, no.


I didn’t get to sleep, therefore, Sirius did not get to be on top.

I turned us back over so that I was now lying on top of him. Our bare chests met, (When had his shirt come off? Had he even ever been wearing one?) and the feel of skin against skin was intoxicating.

I ran my hands down his arms before pulling them up over his head, and securing his wrists with one hand.

My free hand started to roam, fondling his bare torso and all of the places our bodies fit together.

I carefully detached my mouth from his, ignoring his whine of protest, and started in on his neck. My actions caused a different kind of whine, and an eager thrusting of his hips against mine.

My hand slowly made its way down his chest, stopping to absently tweak a nipple, dipping briefly in his navel, before toying with the drawstring on his pants.

Sirius’ breath was coming faster now, and I knew that before too long, he would be panting.

I stopped my attentions to his neck in favor of propping myself up on one elbow, to get a better look at his face as I slipped my hand down his pants and grasped the heated flesh within.

Sirius squeezed his eyes shut and desperately began thrusting into my hand. I slowly tightened my grip around his cock, giving him some of the friction he so desperately sought. I slowly moved my hand along his length a few times before slowing my movements and moving my hand further down.

The play of emotions across his face was amazing, need, desperation, love, frustration, all chasing each other across that beautiful face, the face of a depraved angel.

I cupped his balls gently, before moving a finger back against his opening, pulling a startled gasp from his lips. I circled the opening several times before gently slipping the tip of my finger in.

Sirius writhed against me, trying to get me to push my finger further in, but instead I released his arms and quietly said, “Lube.”

Eyes still tightly closed, Sirius reached into my nightstand and pulled out the tube. I unscrewed the cap and coated my fingers in it before resuming my ministrations.

Now I started to slide a finger in, in as far as it would go. I soon added a second finger, and then a third, scissoring them to prepare him for my cock.

Finally Sirius opened his eyes and his gaze locked with mine.

“I want you inside me. Now.”

I slicked my cock and stroked myself a few times before positioning myself at his entrance. With his eyes still burning into me, I slid completely inside him.

Sirius moaned, and shifted his hips, trying to get me to move, but instead I held him still, savoring the feeling of being inside him, inside that tight heat, feeling like I was completing something, like I was part of a whole.

Finally I started to move, long, slow thrusts designed to drive Sirius crazy.

His hands were at my hips, gripping hard enough to leave bruises, trying to spur me on.

I began to move faster, and changed the angle of my thrusts, trying to go deeper. When Sirius gasped and arched his back, I knew I had found the right spot. I continued to hit that same spot, deep inside him, and my hand moved to his poorly neglected cock.


Sirius began to whisper in my ear,

“Oh, yes, Moony, there, right there, oh, Merlin, feels so good, oh shit Moony,”


I increased the speed of my strokes on him and then his eyes were closed again and he was coming, all over my hand and his stomach and his muscles were clenching around me and then oh, I was coming too and…

I collapsed on top of him, panting in his ear as he panted in mine. He pressed his face against my neck and mumbled “Bloody wonderful, Moony, just like you. Love you, Moony.”

I rolled off of him but kept his body pulled tightly against mine. I pressed my face into his shoulder and murmured “I love you, too, Padfoot.”

Sirius sighed, and turned his face into the pillow, ready to fall asleep. Actually, he did fall asleep. And I was now wide awake.

And it was all. His. Fault.


Wanker.


I turned my head slightly to look at him before whispering, “Sirius.”


I got no response and so I poked him in the ribs.


Pause. Still no response. A second poke.


“Sirius.”