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When; Backdated to August 10th
Rating; R/NC-17? Dunno. Sexual Stuff.
Characters; Sirius Black sirius_danger and Remus Lupin chocoholicremus
Summary; With the curse bringing out their desires, Sirius runs home to the impatient werewolf waiting for him.
Log;
Sirius didn't quite know what was going on. But then, he wasn't really thinking about it either. All he knew was that he had to get to Remus right then, or there would be dire consquences. He was running as fast as he could towards that damned Building, towards Remus, and breathing properly didn't seem to matter much anymore.

Charging into the Building, he flung open the apartment door, eyes searching out his werewolf.



Remus had been pacing. Back. Forth. Agitated. Disconnected. Where was Sirius? He had been taking far too long to get back, and the need for him to be there bubbled beneath Remus' skin, simmering there. Ideas of where the other boy had been and what he had been doing - and with whom - ran through Remus' mind, and he bared his teeth unconsciously.

Suddenly the door flew open and Sirius was there, panting, his scent strong in Remus' nostrils. It was clouded though, tainted by others, by those whose scents had no business being on Sirius, and it made Remus growl. "What took you so long?"



"Too far," Sirius panted, kicking the door shut before crossing the room. "Ran-- Fast as I could." He nearly shivered at the tone in Remus' voice; he'd never heard his friend speak like that before. Stoping just in front of Remus, he couldn't help but slide his hands down the boys shoulders, traveling down his sides to stop at his waist, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of his pants.



Amber eyes glittered as he studied Sirius, taking in every last detail, any changes since he last saw him, memorizing it all. He mirrored Sirius' movements, Remus' own hands grasping lean hips and drawing the other boy forward, nose finding the hollow where neck and collarbone met, inhaling deeply, and growling again, low in his throat. "Your smell, it's all wrong. You smell like them." Them, meaning anyone who wasn't in their group, their pack. Outsiders.



Sirius was no longer panting from his run, but his breathing continued to be a little ragged, catching especially when Remus nosed lightly at his neck. "I was out all day," He managed, beginning to walk forward to guide Remus back towards the couch. "And I knocked into a few people when I ran over here." Even though he was pushing at the boy, he made sure their bodies never lost contact.



Fighting against the movement at first, Remus gave in to it once he realized that Sirius wasn't pushing him away, but moving with him. "Don't like it," he muttered, moving backwards until the couch came up, catching him behind the knees, and making him tumble down onto the soft cushions, dragging Sirius with him. "Your smell is all wrong." He wrinkled his nose, teeth bared slightly in a show of his irritation.



Straddling the boy, his hands wandered up away from Remus' waist, over his chest, smoothing up his neck to cup the back of his head, fingers sliding through dirty blond hair. "Dunno what to do about that," Sirius murmured, nuzzling Remus' cheek before bringing their foreheads together. "But there's no one else, now. It's just us."



"Keep it that way." Flashing a predatory grin, Remus dug his fingers into Sirius' hips, dragging him forward, definitely leaving bruises on the skin beneath layers of fabric. He then tipped his head up, leaning forward to nip at lips that were suddenly too tempting to ignore. The kiss was sloppy, filled with possessiveness, but what he lacked in finesse, he made up for with eagerness. Sirius' scent was filling his nostrils, and he just had to taste him as well.



Sirius almost groaned aloud as Remus claimed his lips; which was kind of odd, if he bothered to stop and think about it, because he had kissed loads of times and they'd never been enough to get him vocal about things. But this wasn't just kissing anybody. This was kissing Remus, being pressed up against him and finding, somehow, that he was still not close enough, and being driven nearly out of his mind as the werewolf kept a tight hold on his hips. He bit Remus' lips lightly, loving how they tasted, and sought out his tongue. One hand cradled the boys' head, the other exploring every inch of Remus' body he could reach.



Parting his lips under Sirius', Remus allowed his tongue to touch tentatively against the other, exploring, and then he pressed forward, a little more confident. This was new to him, but that didn't matter, all that mattered was that he kept holding onto Sirius, kept tasting him, ridding him of that other scent, so that he only smelled of the two of them, neither one distinctly, but a melding of each scent, until you couldn't tell what was what. "Mmm...mine."



"Completely," Sirius agreed against Remus' lips. It didn't occur to him just how very true that was. Remus had had him for a long time now; he had just never known it. But now, as they moved achingly against each other, he couldn't deny it. He didn't even want to. It was possibly the best thing he had ever felt, Remus' tongue sliding against his own, and definitely the best thing he'd ever tasted. His hand moved down Remus' chest and slipped under his shirt, fingertips grazing the scarred body beneath him.



Groaning low in his throat, Remus arched into Sirus' touch, wanting more. His own hands slipped from slender hips to grasp at Sirius' arse, squeezing lightly, and then continuing up, under his shirt and over his back, feeling the bunch and flex of taut muscles beneath smooth skin. A soft whine built up within his chest, tinged with frustration, wanting more but unsure of how to go about it. Nibbling at Sirius' lower lip, Remus shifted the both of them, letting go in time to fall back into a sprawl on the couch, pulling Sirius down to lie on top of him, a small pleased smirk curving his lips. "Much better. I want more, Sirius."



"Oh?" Sirius breathed, leaning down to give Remus' neck a hard bite, sucking and licking at the skin he'd claimed. The hand underneath Remus' shirt was tracing light, teasing patterns against his chest and stomach, while the other had traveled lower, thumb massaging circles where leg met hip. "What do you want, exactly?"



Squirming a bit underneath Sirius, Remus whined at the touches and tone of those words, simple words, but to him they were so evocative. "I want...I want..." It was hard to put it into words, not when he could barely think straight, the combination of Sirius' taste on his lips, his scent all around him, and his body pressing him into the couch cushions driving Remus utterly to distraction. Hands grasped, pushing down while he pushed up with his hips, seeking friction. "Want you, Pads. Mmmm, want it lots."


If the small whines hadn't driven Sirius nearly mad with desire, the sound of Remus' voice as he'd said he wanted him, he wanted him, had certainly done the trick. He couldn't help but gasp, face pressed into the other boys' neck, as his hips were pressed to Remus'. "Moony," He rasped out before attacking his lips once again. Moving his hips against Remus was almost automatic; he needed more, they still weren't nearly close enough yet, he couldn't possibly be touching Remus enough. Both hands were up under the werewolf's shirt now and he drew them down slowly, nails leaving light scratches that criss-crossed over his scars.



"Sirius..." Wanting to be able to touch more, feel more, taste more, Remus started tugging at Sirius' shirt, albeit rather ineffectually, since the angle he was at didn't allow for easy undressing. Growling in annoyance, he moved his hands, gripping the fabric and tugging, a loud tearing noise sounding as the fabric gave way from hem to collar. Pushing the rent fabric aside, Remus smoothed his hands over newly-bared skin, fingers dancing over ridges of muscle and teasing at hardening nipples. His own nipples were tightening at caresses, and he gasped, surprised at just how sensitive he was. He never thought a simple touch could feel so good.



Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sirius yelped "Holy shit," at the feel of his shirt being ripped from his body, but that thought never surfaced; he was too preoccupied with Remus' roaming hands. He let out a muffled cry as the boy began to play with his nipples, sending small, swift shocks of desire through him. "A-ah, Moony..." Thinking that Remus had the right idea, and thanking James silently for getting several button-down shirts for him when he'd gone out, he undid the line of buttons and smoothed the fabric away to expose pale, marred skin. Giving Remus a quick grin, he began to kiss his way down from neck to collarbone to chest, finally stopping to graze his tongue along a nipple.



Craning his neck to look down the plane of his chest, Remus watched the dark head of hair as it moved ever lower, drawing gasps and groans as lips and tongue teased sensitive skin, causing him to tremble with the effort of holding back. It would be so easy to flip the both of them over, for him to kiss and lick and suck all over Sirius' body, but instead he held back, enjoying the sweet torment. "Nnngghhh...tha--that's good, Pads, so good..."



Sirius smiled against Remus' skin. He'd do anything to keep the werewolf moaning. He moved to the other nipple, drawing his teeth along it lightly before swiping his tongue against the sensitive flesh. His hands were running up and down Remus' sides and to his hips, wanting only to keep touching the boy as much as he could, wherever he could.



"Mmm," Remus murmured, hands moving to tangle in dark hair, keeping Sirius close, not wanting to risk him stopping. Not now, not when he couldn't imagine wanting anything more than this, wanting him here, close, his. The rational part of his mind cried out that this was wrong, that they shouldn't be doing this, but he paid it little heed. His instincts were what was in control, the Wolf dictating his actions, although it was not the full moon. He would have what he wanted, and nothign would take it away from him.



And Remus had found one of his weaknesses: fingers in his hair, moving along his scalp. He supposed it had something to do with his inner dog, but it drove him crazy. Missing Remus' lips, he moved back up to kiss him fiercely, seeking out the boys tongue. It was so, so important to be connected anyway he could, and he loved the feeling of Remus' chest rising and falling with, against, his own.



Lips parted eagerly under the forceful kisses, wanting nothing more than just this exact thing. Hands clenched spasmodically, hips thrusting up, pressing into the body above him, into Sirius, seeking more, more, always more. He bit at lips, sucked on Sirius' tongue, anything to reinforce his claim on the other boy. Never again would he allow another's scent onto what was his.



Sirius met Remus' force with his own, unable to stop the small, low noises he made with every grind of their hips. As wonderful, as insane as all of it was, he ached for more. Somehow, they could be touching more, somehow they'd be closer. Without really thinking about it, he began to fumble with Remus' belt. Instinct hadn't failed him yet, and it was screaming at him to be touching as much of Remus as he could. Pants, he decided, are only in the way.



Remus heard the clink of his belt buckle before what was happening truly clicked with him. At that point, Remus did everything he could to both aid in the removal of his own pants, as well as allowing his hands to slip from mussed hair to fumble with the buckles buttons and zips of Sirius' own pants. After all, it was only fair if they were both naked, right?



Sirius sat back for a moment to fully remove both his and Remus' pants, kicking off his shoes and socks while he was at it. The pause in their actions made him rethink their positions; the couch had served well, but it wasn't very roomy. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to Remus' lips as he scooped the boy up, making sure they were still pressed together and liking the feeling of bare legs wrapped around his middle. He made his way over to the nearest bed, practically collapsing ontop of the boy as his knees hit the edge of the mattress.



"Oof!" Remus hit the bed a second before Sirius fell on top of him, all bare, warm skin and dark hair spilling so that it dangled in Remus' face. He couldn't resist reaching up and grabbing those hairs, tugging on them, bringing Sirius close enough to kiss again. This time was different now, the feel of their naked bodies pressed together so much different than when they were still fully clothed. It was a sensation he couldn't get enough of, didn't want to let go of.



Sirius was powerfully aware of every place their bodies touched. This was so much better; skin on skin, body heat seeming to merge and escalate by the second, both of them constantly moving and writhing against each other. It was maddening and Sirius loved every moment of it. His hands mapped out the scarred body beneath him before teasing hard nipples.



Sirius' hands brought Remus' attention to his own imperfections, ones he would normally feel self-conscious about, but not now. He was too focused on the sensations, on his need, to feel any sort of shame. Hips shifting, it brought his erect cock to rub against Sirius', the bump and press of hardened flesh too good to resist, and his hips moved again, seeking more contact. "Sirius...fuck..."



A gasp escaped him as Sirius felt Remus' member pressing against his own. "U-unh, Remus..." He moaned, moving to make sure they stayed that way, thrusting against one another. His breath was coming short and ragged against Remus' neck. Fuck that felt amazing. He began to plant wild, feverish kisses wherever he could. Lips going from neck to jaw to the corner of that lovely mouth, back down his neck and to his collarbone. Reaching a nipple with his mouth once again, one hand trailed down Remus' front. Wanting to make up for the loss of friction between them because of his positioning, he began to stroke Remus' cock, gripping it with what he hoped was the right amount of pressure.



A soft hiss of breath escaped from between clenched teeth, Remus' body tremblingat the sensations coursing through him. And then Sirius' hand closed around him, and it was so much better than anything he had ever experienced, nothing at all like having his own hand on himself, a hurried wank while at school, hoping to not get caught at it. He wanted to touch Sirius too, though, wanted to make him feel just as good. Shifting his body, he got Sirius to move with him, until the both of them were lying on their sides, facing each other, and he reached between them, grasping Sirius' cock and touching it lightly, exploring it, then grasping it firmly and stroking it, watching the other boy's reaction with glittering eyes.



Sirius' breath caught in his throat as Remus' hands found him. "Moony," He gasped out, leaning forward to rest his forehead againt the boys'. His hand tightened slightly, quickening the pace, his other hand clutching Remus' side. He couldn't help but meet each stroke with a thrust of his hips, moving against that wonderful hand as much as he could. He'd never felt half this good with anyone else. For all his experience and after all he's done, nothing could compare to being with Remus like this; he'd never wanted anyone as much as he did Moony.



Hearing his name - his true name, Moony, that given to him by his friends, those who understood and accepted both sides to him - uttered from Sirius' lips in such a way, it made Remus want to howl in pleasure, knowing that his mark was on the other boy, so much deeper than merely marking the skin. Quickening the pace of his hand, Remus allowed his other hand to trail over Sirius' body, touching and teasing, looking to evoke the greatest response from him.



A trembling force inside of him was nearing its peak. Remus' fleeting touches were killing him, he was sure he wouldn't be able to take much more of this; he was also sure that he never wanted it to stop. Not to be outdone, he matched Remus' pace, his free hand trailing up to tangle itself in dirty blond hair and pull Remus in for kiss. "Yes," He murmured achingly against swollen lips. "Moony..." That trembling force inside had become too strong; Sirius cried out as he came into Remus' hand, shaking as pleasure coursed through him and the burning energy that had swept him up in Moony's embrace slowly left him. His head slumped against Remus' shoulder.

"Moony..." Was the last thing he remembered saying before falling asleep.