It sounded frighteningly like a sob.

Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself of the definition of tact and opened the curtains just enough to see. Just to make sure he's okay, he told himself, peeking in at the darkened bed.

Remus was sprawled across the bed, covers kicked down to his feet. His shirt had ridden up his chest so that his stomach, bright with a sheen of sweat, was exposed. The dark hair trailed down to his worn cotton pajama pants, his restlessness hanging them low on his hips. His shaggy hair was plastered to his head as he groaned, whimperingly soft and turned, curling in on himself in the throes of his dream.

"Remus?" Sirius whispered his name then looked behind him again. He eased himself onto the bed and closed the curtains behind him, closing out the light, the sounds of the room. He reached out, barely brushing two fingers against Remus's arm. "Remus?"

He jolted awake, sitting up and moving away from Sirius's touch in one frantic movement. His chest heaved with fragile breaths and his hands shook as he held them out in front of him, warding Sirius away.

"It's just me, Moony."

"What're you doing here?" He looked around, calming marginally as he realized where he was. His eyebrow shot up and his voice changed. "What're you doing here?"

"You were having a nightmare."

"I always have nightmares, Sirius. You should know that by now."

"Yes, well." Sirius shrugged. "This one seemed...worse. I just..."

"Can it be?" Remus was still panting slightly even as his body relaxed, sliding down to lie on the bed again, stretching his coiled muscles. Sirius watched him through hooded eyes, careful not to stare at the hard lines and sharp edges as skin smoothed over them, colored with sweat and heat and sleep. "Sirius Black at a loss for words?"

"I was trying to be nice," he stated haughtily. "I didn't want to embarrass you with the details." He stretched out on the opposite side of the bed, his elbow on his hip, his hand dangling close to the mattress. "I mean, it's not exactly polite to tell you that you were moaning my name and begging me not to stop, is it?"

"Is that what I was doing?" High color stained Remus's cheeks as he chuckled. "I'm beginning to think you've got a better imagination than I ever gave you credit for, Padfoot."

"You think I'd make something like that up?" He shook his head, his dark hair fanning on the white sheet. "You think I'm all up in arms to have you wanting me?"

"Oh, I think you'd like it."

"You do, eh?" He jabbed Remus in the ribs, hating the brush of bone so close to the surface. "You think I want you fancying me?"

"I think you want the entire school fancying you."

"You mean they don't?" Sirius looked horrified. "It's you, isn't it? Dragging me down."

"Oh yes," Remus grinned, a silvery glint in his golden eyes. "That's exactly what I'm doing." He reached for Sirius, intent on shoving him off the bed. Instead, long fingers locked around his wrists and Sirius threw his momentum back at him, pushing Remus onto his back and moving over him.

"Perhaps I need to make you succumb to my charms."

"Yes, you're quite charming with your sleepy breath. The least you could have done before coming in here to seduce me was pop a mint or something." Remus struggled slightly, stopping as he felt the distinct brush of flesh, Sirius's upper thigh barely grazing his burgeoning erection. "Get off me, Sirius."

"No. You think you're immune to me."

"I know I am, you silly git."

"Liar." Sirius leaned down, his chest brushing Remus's. "You want me. Admit it."

"Oh yes, I'm a flaming poof, aren't I?" Remus laughed softly, shakily as Sirius's mouth moved closer, his body pressed harder against his. A slow shudder ran through his limbs as Sirius's breath feathered over his lips. "Sirius..."

"I'm going to kiss you, Moony," he whispered, his voice awed. "If you'll let me."

Remus opened his mouth to say something, to protest, but then Sirius's mouth was on his, their lips meeting softly, gently, barely.

Sirius pulled away, his body shifting, his legs moving to either side of Remus's, straddling him as he sat up. Remus stared up with wide, frightened eyes as Sirius licked his lips, savoring the taste like a fine wine. His hands smoothed down Remus's chest, fingers finding buttons and unhooking them with practiced ease, only shaking slightly as he bared more and more skin.

"I hate it when I hear you at night." Sirius shifted, moving lower, planting light kisses on Remus's warm chest. "It kills me, Moony." He worked his way to Remus's nipple, his tongue flickering over the hard nub. "Kills me."

"Sirius," Remus panted softly. "What are you doing?"

Sirius's hands smoothed down Remus's sides then up to his stomach, his palms rubbing against the silky rough hair. Remus moaned quietly and arced up to Sirius's touch. "You're like fire, Remus. Hot and shifting. And earth, so solid and fragile." He found Remus's other nipple and nibbled at it, moaning into his skin as Remus groaned heavily, his hips rocking up into Sirius's. "Oh God, Moony."

"Sirius," Remus panted, his hands reaching up to push him away, push him down, pull him closer. "You have to..."

Sirius shook his head, his fingers tangling in the hair then sliding lower, curving under Remus's waistband and easing his pajama pants over his cock and down the bed. Remus shook, wide-eyed and staring at Sirius like he'd never seen him before. Sirius looked away, precariously close to a precipice he didn't even know existed. He had just walked along and all of a sudden, found himself dangling off the edge of a cliff and holding on by just his fingertips.

Fingertips he trailed over Remus's lower abdomen, circling on his smooth hip, nesting in the thick thatch of hair that surrounds Remus's cock. His throat and mouth grew dry as he stared at the thick shaft, his hand shaking as he reached out and touched one finger gently to the slick, smooth head.

Remus groaned and closed his eyes. "Sirius," he begged softly, "please."

"Please what, Moony?" Sirius lifted his black eyes up to Remus's, the dark sheen pooled with shock and desire. His voice was thick and shaky. "Please what?"

Remus's hips rolled upward, thrusting toward Sirius. "Please."

Sirius ran a finger down the length of Remus's cock, licking his lips as moisture leaked from the small slit, pooling and trembling at the tip. He bent his head, everything in the world washed away in the wake of Remus's shattered groan. He slid his tongue along the head of Remus's cock then took the entire length in his mouth. Remus's body shivered, thrusting upward, his fingers threading into Sirius's hair.

Sirius's fingers dug into Remus's hips as he struggled to hold him to the bed, his mouth moving slowly, working along Remus's cock, lips and tongue sliding over the sleek, slick surface. Remus's legs curled around his lower back, heels digging against Sirius's ass, pushing at his pajamas. He ground against the bed, his own erection aching painfully.

"Sirius," Remus shook his head, his hands reaching for Sirius, urging him away. Sirius released him reluctantly, his tongue stealing one last taste. He pulled back, Remus's legs still wrapped around his waist, his hips arced off the bed, his whole body shaking.

"You don't like it?" Sirius panted, licking his lips as he curved his hand around Remus's cock, stroking the wet flesh. "You like it, don't you, Moony?"

Remus closed his eyes, shaking his head, lips parted with hushed groans of pleasure that growled low in his chest. "Christ, Sirius."

"Will you come, Moony?" Sirius swallowed hard as Remus convulsed around him, his body shifting, his ass pressed against Sirius's erection, the warm friction of flesh against silk against flesh causing the ache to deepen, increase, throb. Blood pulsed through his cock and he thrust against Remus with every stroke, his other hand moving to press against the base of Remus's cock to help hold him still, keep the heavy pressure against his own.

"Sirius. Stop. Please. Oh, please," Remus pleaded as his muscles stiffened, tightening until it hurt, splintering pain so familiar from when he changed, then uncoiling, relaxing, melting into the heated rush of his orgasm as he came in the quick, steady grip of Sirius's hand.

Sirius closed his eyes, his mouth open with his ragged breaths. He slowly released Remus's cock and moved his hands to his hips instead, guiding Remus's instinctive thrusts as he ground against Sirius's cock. He could feel Remus's eyes on him, could feel the burning heat of his golden gaze.

"I want you inside me," Remus rumbled softly. "Tight and hot and hard and wet, inside me, filling me."

Sirius groaned, thrust harder. "Remus."

"So tight, Sirius. Heat like you've never experienced, pain and pleasure and need and desire and you think you can't move but you have to be deeper." Remus swallowed, his chest raspy with satiated and building desire, warring with each other. "I want you deep, Sirius. Inside me."

Sirius grunted and pulled Remus hard against him, the heat of his orgasm pressed through silk to skin. He slumped, letting Remus pull him forward, shuddering as he released him, easing him onto his side on the bed. His hand rested on Remus's stomach, fingers making patterns in the damp hairs. "Nightmare forgotten?"

Remus smiled, almost laughed as he nodded, turning his head to look at Sirius. "Replaced, very nicely, I might add, by a most wonderful dream."

Sirius lifted himself up onto his elbows and looked down at Remus, leaning in to plant a hesitant kiss on his slightly parted lips. "It wasn't a dream." He dropped back down and curled his body against Remus's, pressing against him. "Go to sleep, Moony."

"You don't have a bed of your own?"

Sirius shook his head. "Not anymore."