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Challenge: Remus seduces Sirius, from Padfootslittlegirl. Also answers the "Unspoken Passion" challenge on WWOMB.

Unspoken Passion

There was an unspoken passion between them. It was always there, simmering beneath the surface, but no one ever admitted to it. A simple touch here, a firey look there. Nothing overt, but there was passion beneath the surface.

Remus tried to avoid him, sometimes. When the moon was getting close to full, when his hormones were running wild, and their quiet flirtation turned into something much more. Neither of them were ready for more, never had been, and so sometime Remus took himself off and tried to avoid doing what he wanted to Sirius. Kissing him, touching him. Fucking him.

Sometimes, the urge grew to be too strong to stay away from Sirius. On those times, he would curl up next to his friend, touch him around the edges, stroke over his thighs. He fought hard to avoid intimate touches, and he fought hard to avoid just throwing him down and fucking him relentlessly on the rug in front of the fire, and everyone around him, so they'd all know Sirius was his.

His passion for his friend, the sly, intimate glances, the casual, burning touches was growing to be too much and too little for him. He wanted more, so much more from Sirius, and he was startign to realise that if he was going to get more, he was going to have to act.

The stage was set carefully. He'd persuaded James and Peter to sleep in the Room of Requirement for the night, he'd placed candles on the nightstand, he'd scented the air with a spicy, heady scent that reminded an inner, primal part of him of sex and love and passion. He'd stripped, laying himslef bare and exposed on the bed for Sirius.

Sirius had obviously found the note asking him to meet Remus, and he was, for once, on time, perhaps sensing the severity of the note and the situation. When he stepped in the doorway and his eyes alighted on Remus, he froze. Remus could see the tension in every line of Sirius' muscle, highlighted in their stillness by flickering candle light.

"Sirius," he murmured, a plea, a supplication, a command. Siriu moved forward convulsively, drawn into the pool of light surrounding Remus. "Come to me, Sirius. It's time, for us."

Sirius slid onto the bed as a snake would, silk slipping off silk, a gentle glide that didn't even disturb the ari surrounding them. His hands were cool as they touched Remus, burning warm skin as they explored, discovered this new body laid out before them. Remus sank back onto the sheets, allowing Sirius to take control as he needed to. Allowing Sirius the time he needed to understand that this was his, that the feast spread out before the starving man would not melt on his tongue like ice.

Finally, finally, when Remus had grown to believe Sirius would do nothing but touch, tease, a warm hand settled more familiarly on him, and their bodies finally began to learn one another as intimately as their minds already had. Their passion was finally spoken, their hearts were finally laid bare for each other, the foreplay was finally over. They were finally united.