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Title: Delight
Author:
sakaim
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,223
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Prompt: 8: Delight
Summary: Sirius Black has a unique gift for Remus Lupin's birthday.
Warnings: First kisses. <3
Notes: None
Remus woke with a loud, “Ooph!” one early March morning, a cloud of noxious gas posing as his morning breath escaping his mouth and attacking his pouncer full-on in the face. “Phwoar, Moony!” James coughed, and he sat back quickly with a green tinge to his cheeks. “Go brush your teeth!”
“If you’re going to be sticking your face in mine to wake me up, Potter,” Remus huffed, “then I suggest that you keep your snide comments about my breath to yourself.” He rubbed his eyes with sleepy fists and planted his feet, which tingled with the sudden movement after a long period of rest, firmly on the wooden floor of the dormitory. He opened his eyes and blinked the blur away before an outraged scowl overtook his face, and he glared at James nastily. “Potter! It’s not even light out yet! Ten points from Gryffindor for waking me up!” he shouted, not bothering to keep his voice down because the other boys were up already, beaming at him. He knew that no points would be taken, as Prefects could not take points, so the effect of his statement was lost in the giggles of his three very best friends.
“You know what day it is, Moony?” Sirius asked, crawling along the floor and resting his head on Remus’s knee like a great overgrown puppy. Remus got that distinct impression and smiled very softly, his hand lifting to rest in Sirius’s wild hair. He always had a soft spot for Sirius, and to humour him, he shook his head. “You idiot, Moony! It’s your fuckin’ birthday!” Sirius exclaimed in a faux-shocked tone, and he reached under Remus’s bed, fishing around for something. Just as Remus was beginning to wonder if he were being snagged by something that would not let go, Sirius pulled out a tiny little box and set it on the knee that his head was not occupying.
“What’s this?” Remus asked quietly, eyeing Sirius strangely, and he lifted the small box into his hands. James and Peter had their eyebrows cocked as well, but Sirius shot them a look, and to Remus’s shock, the two seemed to blush in the dark, and they suddenly “had to go to the bathroom.” Remus did not buy it for a moment. Sirius had bought him something that was surely going to explode or do something that would coat the room in muck, and so it was with great reluctance that he opened the box. He winced the moment the lid disconnected, and he held his breath, waiting.
Nothing happened.
He opened one eye slightly before opening them both to see a small, folded piece of parchment lying upon the black velvet inside the box where a ring would normally have been stuck. His fingers plucked the parchment from between the folds, and he shot Sirius, who had an odd, choked look on his face, a strange look. “Written me a poem, have you?” he teased the black-haired boy with a rogue grin, and Sirius snorted and looked away. Remus unfolded the piece of paper and brought it up close to his face so he could read it in the very dim light.
Close your eyes.
Remus did not even think to disobey. He closed his eyes dutifully, smiling to himself, for he expected the real gift to come now. Perhaps Sirius bought him a new Gobstones set or a lot of Honeyduke’s candy, maybe even the pair of shoes he had been eyeing in the shop window in Hogsmeade. “I hope you didn’t spend a lot of money on me, Sirius,” he lectured, eyes tightly closed, and he grinned as he felt Sirius get close to give him his gift. “Well, let’s have it.”
The last thing he expected was a set of warm, pliant lips pressed to his. His eyes shot open, staring widely at Sirius’s too-close face, and he opened his mouth to say something, anything, only to feel Sirius’s tongue swipe across his bottom lip then slide into his mouth. Remus’s breath left him in a great rush, and he felt his heart slamming against his ribcage as his hands lifted, seized Sirius’s shoulders, and he was just going to push him back when Sirius leaned forward and knocked Remus onto his back on the mattress. He swiftly moved to lie atop him, his lips never having broken the seal of their kiss. Remus’s fingers twitched before softening on those shoulders, and he finally relaxed against Sirius just as the other pulled away from the kiss and looked down into Remus’s eyes in the darkness of dawn.
Remus was breathless, as, it appeared, was Sirius. A thousand thoughts raced through Remus’s mind--what had just happened? Why had Sirius kissed him? Why had he, Remus, allowed it? And why, exactly, were they lying there, panting and staring at each other when they could very well be doing something more constructive with their mouths?----and he lifted his hand up to seize Sirius’s shoulder. “Sirius, what…?”
“Happy birthday, Moony,” Sirius whispered, and he smiled the saddest smile that Remus had ever seen. He started to get up, his shoulders sagging-obviously he had been expecting a different reaction-but Remus seized him and stared at him. “What is it, Moony?” Sirius asked, his voice slightly raspy. “Just let me go kill myself in peace, please…”
“No!” Remus growled, and he made a forceful gesture that did not mean anything at all. It was the picture of frustration. “What do you mean by it? Come to serve me some birthday humiliation? Are James and Peter having a laugh? Do you think this is funny?!” He had no idea why he was getting upset, but his voice decided to go mutinous and begin trembling. “W-well I have news for you, Sirius Black. I-”
“It’s not funny!” Sirius snapped, and he got right in Remus’s face. Their noses were an inch apart, if that. “They have no idea what I’m doing! They knew I wanted to give you something privately…Well, there it was! Fuck, every time I open up to anyone…” He kept on growling and snarling, but Remus did not hear it. It wasn’t a joke? They weren’t having him on? He felt frozen, and Sirius seemed to notice that Remus was staring at him funny, since he stopped talking and cleared his throat a little. “Moony?”
Remus blinked lengthily then leaned forward tentatively. “Are you trying to tell me that you fancy me, Padfoot?” he whispered, and he met his gaze. “Is that what this is?” His eyes searched Sirius’s, looking for a trick, looking for any semblance of a lie, but there was nothing there, and he felt his hands shaking as he found Sirius’s hands. “Is it?”
Sirius swallowed and looked away before he nodded and started to get up again, but Remus caught his wrist. “Where are you going?”
“Suicide off the Astronomy Tower.”
“No, you’re…Stay, Sirius.” Sirius met his gaze again, and Remus shot a furtive look around before he seized Sirius and jerked him into the four-poster, closing the drapes before he pressed himself into Padfoot’s chest. “You’re a fucking idiot, Sirius Black,” he huffed, and he felt a wave of delight crash through him as he leaned in and kissed Sirius for the first time.
Author:
sakaim
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,223
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Prompt: 8: Delight
Summary: Sirius Black has a unique gift for Remus Lupin's birthday.
Warnings: First kisses. <3
Notes: None
Remus woke with a loud, “Ooph!” one early March morning, a cloud of noxious gas posing as his morning breath escaping his mouth and attacking his pouncer full-on in the face. “Phwoar, Moony!” James coughed, and he sat back quickly with a green tinge to his cheeks. “Go brush your teeth!”
“If you’re going to be sticking your face in mine to wake me up, Potter,” Remus huffed, “then I suggest that you keep your snide comments about my breath to yourself.” He rubbed his eyes with sleepy fists and planted his feet, which tingled with the sudden movement after a long period of rest, firmly on the wooden floor of the dormitory. He opened his eyes and blinked the blur away before an outraged scowl overtook his face, and he glared at James nastily. “Potter! It’s not even light out yet! Ten points from Gryffindor for waking me up!” he shouted, not bothering to keep his voice down because the other boys were up already, beaming at him. He knew that no points would be taken, as Prefects could not take points, so the effect of his statement was lost in the giggles of his three very best friends.
“You know what day it is, Moony?” Sirius asked, crawling along the floor and resting his head on Remus’s knee like a great overgrown puppy. Remus got that distinct impression and smiled very softly, his hand lifting to rest in Sirius’s wild hair. He always had a soft spot for Sirius, and to humour him, he shook his head. “You idiot, Moony! It’s your fuckin’ birthday!” Sirius exclaimed in a faux-shocked tone, and he reached under Remus’s bed, fishing around for something. Just as Remus was beginning to wonder if he were being snagged by something that would not let go, Sirius pulled out a tiny little box and set it on the knee that his head was not occupying.
“What’s this?” Remus asked quietly, eyeing Sirius strangely, and he lifted the small box into his hands. James and Peter had their eyebrows cocked as well, but Sirius shot them a look, and to Remus’s shock, the two seemed to blush in the dark, and they suddenly “had to go to the bathroom.” Remus did not buy it for a moment. Sirius had bought him something that was surely going to explode or do something that would coat the room in muck, and so it was with great reluctance that he opened the box. He winced the moment the lid disconnected, and he held his breath, waiting.
Nothing happened.
He opened one eye slightly before opening them both to see a small, folded piece of parchment lying upon the black velvet inside the box where a ring would normally have been stuck. His fingers plucked the parchment from between the folds, and he shot Sirius, who had an odd, choked look on his face, a strange look. “Written me a poem, have you?” he teased the black-haired boy with a rogue grin, and Sirius snorted and looked away. Remus unfolded the piece of paper and brought it up close to his face so he could read it in the very dim light.
Close your eyes.
Remus did not even think to disobey. He closed his eyes dutifully, smiling to himself, for he expected the real gift to come now. Perhaps Sirius bought him a new Gobstones set or a lot of Honeyduke’s candy, maybe even the pair of shoes he had been eyeing in the shop window in Hogsmeade. “I hope you didn’t spend a lot of money on me, Sirius,” he lectured, eyes tightly closed, and he grinned as he felt Sirius get close to give him his gift. “Well, let’s have it.”
The last thing he expected was a set of warm, pliant lips pressed to his. His eyes shot open, staring widely at Sirius’s too-close face, and he opened his mouth to say something, anything, only to feel Sirius’s tongue swipe across his bottom lip then slide into his mouth. Remus’s breath left him in a great rush, and he felt his heart slamming against his ribcage as his hands lifted, seized Sirius’s shoulders, and he was just going to push him back when Sirius leaned forward and knocked Remus onto his back on the mattress. He swiftly moved to lie atop him, his lips never having broken the seal of their kiss. Remus’s fingers twitched before softening on those shoulders, and he finally relaxed against Sirius just as the other pulled away from the kiss and looked down into Remus’s eyes in the darkness of dawn.
Remus was breathless, as, it appeared, was Sirius. A thousand thoughts raced through Remus’s mind--what had just happened? Why had Sirius kissed him? Why had he, Remus, allowed it? And why, exactly, were they lying there, panting and staring at each other when they could very well be doing something more constructive with their mouths?----and he lifted his hand up to seize Sirius’s shoulder. “Sirius, what…?”
“Happy birthday, Moony,” Sirius whispered, and he smiled the saddest smile that Remus had ever seen. He started to get up, his shoulders sagging-obviously he had been expecting a different reaction-but Remus seized him and stared at him. “What is it, Moony?” Sirius asked, his voice slightly raspy. “Just let me go kill myself in peace, please…”
“No!” Remus growled, and he made a forceful gesture that did not mean anything at all. It was the picture of frustration. “What do you mean by it? Come to serve me some birthday humiliation? Are James and Peter having a laugh? Do you think this is funny?!” He had no idea why he was getting upset, but his voice decided to go mutinous and begin trembling. “W-well I have news for you, Sirius Black. I-”
“It’s not funny!” Sirius snapped, and he got right in Remus’s face. Their noses were an inch apart, if that. “They have no idea what I’m doing! They knew I wanted to give you something privately…Well, there it was! Fuck, every time I open up to anyone…” He kept on growling and snarling, but Remus did not hear it. It wasn’t a joke? They weren’t having him on? He felt frozen, and Sirius seemed to notice that Remus was staring at him funny, since he stopped talking and cleared his throat a little. “Moony?”
Remus blinked lengthily then leaned forward tentatively. “Are you trying to tell me that you fancy me, Padfoot?” he whispered, and he met his gaze. “Is that what this is?” His eyes searched Sirius’s, looking for a trick, looking for any semblance of a lie, but there was nothing there, and he felt his hands shaking as he found Sirius’s hands. “Is it?”
Sirius swallowed and looked away before he nodded and started to get up again, but Remus caught his wrist. “Where are you going?”
“Suicide off the Astronomy Tower.”
“No, you’re…Stay, Sirius.” Sirius met his gaze again, and Remus shot a furtive look around before he seized Sirius and jerked him into the four-poster, closing the drapes before he pressed himself into Padfoot’s chest. “You’re a fucking idiot, Sirius Black,” he huffed, and he felt a wave of delight crash through him as he leaned in and kissed Sirius for the first time.