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Sirius needs to get Remus to talk to him. Remus who apparently smelt Sirius in his Amortentia potion. Remus, who knew what gum was in his potion, the exact flavour, even though Remus rarely carries gum. Wrigley’s Spearmint. Isn’t it funny what two words can do? Make Sirius’ heart flutter against his ribcage and make his stomach do flips. The good kind of flips. The best kind.
Sirius had also smelt Remus. Smelt the sweet salted caramel chocolate that Remus would always share. Like a sugary sweet smell that makes pulse race. The pages of the old vintage books that he would borrow from the dustiest parts of the library. Sirius couldn't explain how an almost dusty smell could make him want to kick his feet but it could, because it was Moony. And the earthier, rougher smell of pine from the marauder’s nights in the forest. Not quite primal but it shared the feeling of the natural type of magic that Sirius knew Remus was filled with. He smelt all of that so intensely he almost melted. He couldn’t stop the grin spreading over his face as all his thoughts were taken over by Moony. Moony, Moony, Moony. His brain sang like a broken record.
But what did this mean? Amortentia was supposed to depict what you desired most. So… Remus was… He desired Remus. But no-. No. Sirius wasn’t gay. I mean he wasn’t like crazily bigoted like his family or anything. No, no. But gay was something that Sirius simply was not. He couldn’t be. No.
But the potion.
No.
But-
No.
But Remus’ laugh.
Huh?
Remus’ lips.
What??
His curls.
That doesn’t mean-
His forearms.
Well I’m not blind am I? Come on it’s Remus!
And that one time when-
Stop.
See you already know what I’m gonna say.
Of course I do.
When he was walking out of the shower, towel low around his waist.
Ugh.
And all you could stare at was-
WAS THE LINE OF HAIR LEADING DOWN HIS NAVAL AND THE SHAPE OF HIS FUCKING HIPBONES AND THE WATER DRIPPING DOWN OVER HIS CHEST AND HE LOOKED FUCKING EDIBLE YEAH OKAY WE GET IT!
Oh.
Oh.
Sirius likes Remus. Sirius needs to tell Remus this immediately.
Does Remus like Sirius? Sirius hopes so. That would explain the Amortentia, right?
Sirius needs to speak to Remus even more now. But it’s currently almost curfew and Sirius has felt like he’s looked everywhere on school grounds. James currently has the map so he can’t even use that. Maybe Remus went back to the dorms already. That would make sense.
So, reluctantly, Sirius drags himself back through the corridor with a sigh. Why had Remus run away like that? Why were his cheeks bright red? Was he… flustered? Maybe Remus does like him. Sirius hopes so. Does this make him gay now? But that doesn’t make sense. He had… y’know… gotten it up for Mary, and Aesha, and Lacey, and… Okay so, yeah them… He couldn’t be gay. But Remus. It doesn’t make sense. He’s never felt this surge of emotions about anyone before. Sirius has no idea of anything. All Sirius knows is that he wants to find Remus.
Unfortunately, when Sirius gets back Remus’ bed is empty with his curtains wide open and Sirius feels his body physically deflate like a depressing balloon. Peter is already flat out in bed, as usual with his regular early night routine, and James is snoring behind his curtains, obviously tired from his extra quidditch practice, which Sirius had admittedly skipped in lieu of finding Remus.>
Sirius gets changed out of his robes and slips into bed, shutting his curtains behind him. If Remus was going to avoid him then Sirius was just going to have to pretend to be asleep until he gets here.
Soon enough, Sirius hears the door creak slowly open. There’s a pause, where Remus is obviously poking his head in to make sure everyone is asleep, before Remus sighs and closes the door behind him. Sirius listens to the sound of Remus’ clothes rustling in the dark of their dorm before the curtains of his bed close sharply shut. After waiting a few moments to collect his nerves –since when did Sirius Black get nervous?– he steps out from his bed curtains, exhaling a shallow breath. Sirius tries to be quiet but he knows that there’s no point. Remus’ heightened senses meant that he had definitely heard Sirius’ footsteps meaning that he could definitely hear how the footsteps were getting closer to his bed.
After a moment of standing awkwardly at the side of Remus’ bed, Sirius whispers, “Moony?”
There’s a pause.
“Yes?”
Sirius takes a deep breath.
“Can I come in?”
There’s another pause.
“Okay.”
Sirius exhales.
He pushes back Remus’ curtains slightly and sits down next to Remus’ thighs, facing him, as Remus scoots to sit up against his headboard. Sirius tries to speak but all he can seem to think about is the warmth of Remus' leg against his own and how it seems to send tingles down his spine.
“About that note…”, Remus began while staring down at his hands in his lap nervously.
“Yes?”, Sirius replied eagerly and Remus looked up to meet his eye, almost in confusion or shock at his tone.
“I’m sorry that-”
“Don’t be sorry.”, Sirius interrupted.
“Huh?”
Remus seemed even more confused.
“I said don’t be sorry. You don’t need to be sorry.”
Remus looked at him almost scrutinizingly. Like he was trying to figure something out. Confused with furrowed brows. Sirius wanted to reach out and smooth the crease that formed between his two eyebrows and collided with a scar that danced over his honey toned skin.
“Right…”
Sirius felt the sudden urge to fill the tension filled silence between them
“I smelt you too.”, Sirius blurted out. “In the… potion, I smelt you as well.”
Remus froze, eyes wide and Sirius couldn’t decipher the expression on his face.
“You what?”, Remus said softly in almost a whisper, as though if he were too loud it Sirius would say he were joking.
“I think I like you.”
Remus stared at him dumbly. “You think you like me?”
“Well, no, I know I like you.”
Remus just continued to stare at him, jaw slack and face gaping at Sirius, so he took this as a sign to continue talking. Talking then turning into ramble of his suppressed emotions.
“In fact, lately I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you. The way your laugh seems to like fill my head and the way your lips stretch over your teeth when you smile. The little bits of honey flecked across your eyes. The way your hair ruffles when you walk.” Sirius chuckles slightly looking down at the duvet as he gesticulates, “I don’t think I’m making any sense but… You drive me crazy Moony and all I can think about is you all the time and I didn’t understand why but I-”
Remus kisses the words out of his mouth.
Remus. Kisses. Sirius.
It takes a while for Sirius’ brain to process the feeling of Remus’ slightly chapped lips on his before he softens and melts into it. It feels like a whole new sort of magic is being passed through them as Remus takes Sirius’ face in his rough hands, cradling his jaw. Sirius pulls him closer by the nape of his neck and the kiss is slow and soft. Until it isn’t.
Sirius feels Remus’ tongue lick against his lower lip and his heart feels like it explodes. Immediately, Sirius parts his lips compliantly and feels his stomach flutter as Remus licks into his mouth. Soon they’re grabbing at each other, both trying to taste more. Have more. Mine, mine, mine. Remus’ hands wander down Sirius’ chest along to his waist and suddenly Sirius is being tugged on to the other man’s lap by big hands. Letting out an involuntary gasp, Sirius finds himself staring down at Remus as he straddles his hips. Sirius runs his nails down the other man's torso, revelling in the way he could make soft muscles tense under the fabric of his soft t-shirt.
Remus runs his hands up slowly until his finger tips graze underneath Sirius’ light weight vest. Sirius finds Remus looking at him with a wordless question in his eyes and not a moment passes before Sirius is nodding his head and helping by lifting his arms. Sirius can’t hide the way his whole body shivers in pleasure as Remus trails hands over his skin and mutters, quiet enough as if it is to himself but loud enough to know it isn’t some sort of secret.
“Beautiful, so beautiful.”
And Sirius feels himself blush.
The next morning James Potter will abruptly open Remus’ curtains to wake him up so that they don’t miss breakfast due to his uncharacteristic lie in. He, to his shock, will instead wake two people up. Two people who will quickly try and cover up the fact that they are both stark naked cuddling each other. Two people who will then both shout at him to go away. Leaving James and Peter to stare at each other until they shut the dorm door behind them and burst into laughter.
Then at breakfast, Remus and Sirius will walk into the Great Hall, pink-faced and flushed, and sit down opposite Peter and James who will stare at them with shit-eating grins.