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REMUS' POV
"Ugh, can't we just copy from you?" Sirius begged, his disheveled head of hair blocking the light from the fireplace. "It'd save us soooo much time, Moony, please..."
Remus smirked and shook his head. "I've let you two do that for far too long. Time for you to start being functioning human beings, thank you. How will either of you survive 6th year if you can't even write a simple Potions essay?"
James groaned and sunk down into his plush armchair, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm going to bed," he declared, "Fuck Potions. I'll just write the essay tomorrow at lunch." He hauled himself out of the chair and trudged up the stairs, holding up his hand to stifle a yawn.
And so, Remus was left alone in the common room with a messy-haired, desperate Sirius staring pleadingly at him. Before Sirius could get his mouth open, Remus held up a stern finger and gave him his best McGonagall Stink Eye, raising one eyebrow and frowning.
"C'mon, Re, it's almost midnight and I didn't get much sleep last night. Could you please?" He jutted out his bottom lip and gave Remus his practiced and perfected puppy dog eyes.
"As hard to resist as that look is, I'm afraid I'll have to refuse." Remus said dryly, with a badly concealed smile.
"Oh, however shall I convince you?..." Sirius trailed off, an identical smirk gracing his lips. He pushed himself out of his armchair and stood over Remus, who subtly admired Sirius' lanky figure as he ran his fingers through his raven curls, trying to tame them into something that slightly looked like hair. Remus had told himself that he shouldn't be thinking about his best friend in, cough, that way, trust him, he had tried. But, try as he might, Sirius just brought out the worst in him. In the best possible way, of course. Obviously, Sirius wasn't gay, and, even if he was, why would he be interested in someonelike Remus? Someone clumsy, geeky, lanky, and, best of all, a fucking werewolf.
Yeah, right.
Sirius plopped down next to Remus on the overstuffed couch, sighing dramatically. "You know, Moony, I really thought that you'd take pity on me."
"Oh, how heartless and horrible I am." Remus grinned, setting down his parchment and quill on a side table.
Sirius turned to frown at him, jutting his bottom lip out. He drew his eyebrows together in an attempt to look pitiful. As he blinked innocently, a strand of hair fell into his eyes. On an impulse, Remus reached out and tucked it behind his ear, then immediately jerked his hand back as if he'd been burned, a violent blush igniting his cheeks as he averted his gaze. "Um, y-yeah... uh.." He glanced frantically around the common room, searching for a distraction, something to say. He let out a relieved breath of air when his eyes found a Quidditch banner. "Quidditch! Next week! Who do you think'll win, Ravenclaw or Slytherin?"
Sirius looked at him blankly and shook his head. "Sorry, what?"
Remus repeated the question, looking quizzically at Sirius' cheeks. Was that a blush creeping onto his face? No, it couldn't be. Could it?
"R-Ravenclaw, I guess." Sirius mumbled. "Um, what about -"
He was cut off as he spotted a large tawny owl perched outside the window. "Uh, Moony?" He said, pointing.
Remus strode over to the window and slid it open. He took the letter from the owl's beak as it hopped inside.
He popped open the letter's wax seal and let his eyes scan over the crisp parchment. His brow furrowed in confusion. "My mum's taken a new job. She'll be overseas for the holidays. My father's going to go with her. He says that I should stay here. They're making it into some kind of romantic trip or something."
"Well, you can stay here with me! James says he's going to Lily's. Her parents invited him, so I was going to stay."
"Neat," Remus said, setting the letter on the table and coming back to the couch.
"We could raid the kitchens! Go to Hogsmeade! Honeydukes is having some kind of event where you can win a giant hippogriff made of chocolate!" Sirius rambled, moving his hands around excitedly.
"Sounds amazing, Pads, but first you have to finish this essay, remember?" Remus shook the pieces of parchment in front of Sirius' face. He laughed and snatched the parchment from Remus' hand.
Remus picked up his book, leaning against the back of the couch. Propping his feet up on the coffee table, Sirius patted his lap with one hand. "Lay down."
Remus swallowed and eased his head into Sirius' lap, resting his book on his stomach. Silence filled the room, only broken by the scribble of Sirius' quill as he wrote, parchment on top of a book, which was balanced on the arm of the couch. After a while, Remus felt his eyelids begin to droop, and sleepiness clouded his mind. He rolled on his side and tucked his hand under his ear.
A hand came down and began to stroke his hair softly. Remus sighed peacefully and snuggled further into Sirius' lap. Sirius stiffened, and Remus felt something hard underneath his head. He furrowed his brow and his hand flew to it, trying to see what it was. Sirius inhaled abruptly, his breath hitching.
Oh.
Oh!
Remus' head shot up and he stared at Sirius with wide eyes. Sirius' eyes were squeezed shut and his cheeks were bright pink. He winced, his shoulders tense. He seemed to be bracing himself for some onslaught of disgust, anger, or something equally as terrible.
But why? He couldn't have guessed that Remus was absolutely obsessed with him? Remus was absolutely over the moon. Sirius Black had a hard on. For him!
Remus touched Sirius' warm cheek with soft fingers, turning his face toward him. Sirius opened one eye tentatively, seeming surprised by how close together their faces were. They both stared at each other, the silence thick between them.
"I...I-I'm s-sorry," Remus whispered. "I-I thought you knew how I...how I felt about you. I thought it was pretty obvious."
"How you... How you what?" Sirius said, bewildered.
"Er, how... how I felt about you ," Remus whispered the last part, his cheeks heating up.
"You bastard."
"What?" It was Remus' turn to be confused.
"I have been pining after you," Sirius laughed, "since the fourth year. And you're telling me that you like me too? Are you fucking with me?"
"Since fifth year." Remus whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You know I...I'm not the type to make the first move. Also, I -"
He was cut off as Sirius shoved him onto his back, clambering on top of him and straddling his hips with strong legs.
His half-lidded gray eyes seemed to shimmer in the firelight as he murmured quietly. "Then I guess it's high time I did something about it, huh?" He smirked, and lowered his face to Remus', sliding one hand behind Remus' head. Their lips met, and Remus' breath hitched in his chest.
Remus pulled away for a split second with a soft, "Oh,"
He moved without thinking, one hand snaking behind Sirius' head, pulling him closer. He pressed their lips together, and Sirius let out a choked noise of surprise before returning the kiss, his hand sliding up into Remus' hair.
And then, suddenly nothing else in the world seemed to matter. All that mattered was that Sirius was on top of him, kissing him like he would never need air again.
Remus suddenly was too hot in his jumper and he wondered why clothes were even invented in the first place. Sirius seemed to be thinking the same thing as he wrenched off his leather jacket. A small moan escaped Remus' lips as Sirius detached their mouths. He tried to sit up to kiss Sirius again, but he pushed Remus back down gently. He grabbed the hem of Remus' jumper and lifted it off him before Remus could stop him. Sirius' breath caught in his chest.
White scars crisscrossed Remus' chest and stomach, the ragged lines intersecting until you lost track of where one scar stopped and another began. Sirius' hands brushed over Remus' skin, tracing each of his scars as if he could erase them. Erase all of the pain.
But he couldn't. Remus would always look this way. These scars would forever stain his skin and taint his soul, and no amount of wishing could take them away.
Remus shrank in on himself and covered his chest with his arms. "Sirius, I-"
Sirius pulled Remus' arms away from his chest. “No way, Re. You know I don’t care about your scars at all. At all, you hear me? If anything, they make you even more beautiful. Okay?”
Remus had no clue what to say. So, instead, he grabbed Sirius' shoulders and pulled him back in, their mouths melding together like puzzle pieces. Sirius moved his mouth to Remus' neck, kissing along its length. He stopped short at the base of his neck and started nipping at it, making Remus choke a bit. Remus wrapped his long legs around Sirius and pulled him closer, on cloud nine. He inhaled, his nose buried in the crook of Sirius' neck. Wait a second... He sniffed again. Yep. Cinnamon, bitter chocolate, and his father’s cologne. Exactly what Amortentia smelled like to him.
"Sirius," he said in a husky voice, "you didn't happen to switch up your cologne this morning? Or was that on purpose?" Remus whispered into his ear, then nipped at his earlobe.
"Uh... I may have, um, used a certain... a certain potion on... accident." Sirius exhaled, taking shallow breaths.
"Mmmm..." Remus decided to throw caution to the wind and licked the shell of Sirius' ear. He tasted just like the Amortentia smelled. Sirius moaned in the back of his throat, digging the tips of his fingers into Remus' thighs.
A chill went through him as Sirius' fingers danced across his leg, and he felt himself grow hard. "Sirius, I..."
Sirius blushed, stray hairs falling into his shining eyes. "Don't worry, Moony. I'll take care of you..." He cupped Remus' face with both hands and gave him a fierce kiss that left his head spinning and his lips tingling. Suddenly, Sirius was seated on the floor, right in between Remus' legs. His fingers were trailing precariously close to the waistband of Remus' pants. One of his fingers slipped under Remus' belt.
"This is such a pain, isn't it?" He whispered in a sultry voice, "Why don't we just... Get rid of it?