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“Behind the witch!” Sirius gasped. Remus, feet thudding mercilessly against the unforgiving stone floor nodded in agreement. Skidding around the corner, Sirius inadvertently turned wide. The soles of his shoes slipping on the slick surface, he reached for Remus’ thin, flailing arm to steady himself. Sirius’ long fingers grasping at his wrist, Remus turned: Sirius’ long legs akimbo, he was headed for a sudden - and awfully uncomfortable – landing. With a mighty effort, Remus tugged on the larger boy’s arm, pulling the lean, muscular frame to an upright position beside him.

“Thanks, Moony!” Sirius panted as the two hurtled down the corridor towards the statue of the one-eyed witch. As the more athletically adept of the two retreating Marauders, Sirius skidded to a halt before his companion.

“Dissendium,” he said, tapping the witch once, lightly. The stone creaked open, and Sirius stepped into the dusty passageway. He was already half-concealed by the cycloptic stone visage when Remus arrived.

Holding his side, Remus slid in beside Sirius. Reaching across Remus’ shoulder, Sirius dragged the opening closed, temporarily sealing the two boys inside. Doubled over and panting, Remus tried to catch his breath. Huddled behind the smaller boy, Sirius listened intently for the sound of Filch’s footsteps, for this hiss of Mrs Norris, and for the eventual silence that would provide the opportunity for their return to Gryffindor Tower.

Remus’ breathing slowed, and steadied, as the two waited. His chest rising and falling rhythmically, Remus’ back brushed gently against Sirius’ abdomen with each deep inhalation of musty air. Suddenly aware of the heat – the life – radiating from Remus’ body, Sirius grunted softly. In the darkness of the witch’s insides, Sirius could hear Remus swallow; his thin lips smacking together as he turned his head.

“I wonder if James and Pete made it back,” Remus whispered. Sirius caught the faint sweetness of his warm breath as he spoke. The scent of prickling sweat on Remus’ clean skin suddenly seemed to fill the entire space. The fragrance – pleasing and light and sweet – was simply begging to be tasted. Sirius inhaled deeply, consumed by the scent.

Intoxicating.

“Padfoot?” Remus prodded Sirius’ stomach with a gentle elbow.

"Hmm?"

“Do you think we’re alright to leave? Should we chance it?”

Sirius stared at Remus: fine-boned features, searching blue eyes; tender skin stricken with silvery scars, shimmering, like the horizon on a steamy summer’s day. Even in the dark of this hiding place, tucked safely away behind the arms of the one-eyed witch, Sirius could see Remus. He could see the quiet beauty of the boy before him; he could feel the rhythm of his breathing, his heart, his being; his presence – his very existence – an essential part of his own.

“Sirius?”

Remus’ voice rasped insistently, disrupting Sirius’ distracted musings.

“Remus,” he replied; lips and tongue and air forming the words without ever really speaking. Sirius pushed his tongue past parted lips. Running the tip of the dense muscle along Remus’ neck in an invisible trail of salt and saliva, from the collar of his shirt to the bulbous lobe of his ear.

Sirius pressed his body against Remus. His chest and stomach moulded to the curvature of Remus’ spine. He reached around Remus. Placing the palms of his large, square hands firmly against Remus’ hips, he held the lycanthrope’s spindly body against his own.

“Sirius, I don’t think…” Remus hissed in the dark.

“Good, don’t. You do far too much of that, Moony,” Sirius almost purred against Remus’ neck; his breath warm against the pimpled skin.

“You know that isn’t what I meant to say, I…”

“Sssh,” Sirius said, flicking his tongue along the length of Remus’ ear, “Just…feel, Moony.”

As he spoke, Sirius slid one hand from its position on Remus’ jutting hipbone along his thigh. Lithe fingers reaching towards Remus’ kneecap, Sirius dragged his hand back along the inside of Remus’ leg, before allowing his hand to rest in the warm, welcoming crevice between lean muscle and groin. He slid his hand softly across, fingers reaching up and over the waistband of Remus’ trousers. Fingers deftly bypassing zippers and underpants, Sirius buried his fingertips in Remus’ wiry pubic hair. His fingertips tingled, grazing the light beads of sweat forming on Remus’ skin.

Remus breathed deeply. His back curved, cat-like, against the shape of Sirius – if there had, in fact, been any daylight between the two boys, it would have been swallowed whole by their current state of physical proximity. In the dark, Sirius’ white teeth flashed in a satisfied smile. He licked his bottom lip. Sirius rested his chin in the space between Remus’ shoulder and chin. Pressing his lips softly against Remus’ neck, Sirius chased the rapidly undulating muscle with his tongue; slippery and wet and lapping at the salty surface of Remus’ skin like the Giant Squid’s tentacles at the surface of the lake.

Sucking alternately softly and intensely on Remus’ flesh, Sirius closed his eyes. Feeling his way, he wrapped his fingers around Remus’ erection. Sirius slowly dragged his hand along the shaft, toying with the extent of the contact. At times, he broke the contact entirely - teasing.

Remus groaned. Frustrated, and aching for release, he rocked against Sirius. Sirius increased the strength and voracity of his motions, kneading the head of Remus’ cock between his thumb and forefinger, sweat and pre-come and desire seamlessly uniting in the palm of his hand. Pumping into Sirius’ closed fist, Remus choked out a series of hasty breaths. Shuddering, he came, the strand of semen weaving a pearlescent trail along his cock, Sirius’ palm, and the cotton of his underpants.

Sirius withdrew his hand from beneath Remus’ robes, planting a long kiss on his quivering lips as he did so. Consumed by the heat, and intoxicated by the unlikely perfection of this hidden moment, the two failed to notice the muttering of familiar voices – James and Peter - in the corridor.

Lips and tongues smacking salaciously against one another, Sirius and Remus failed to hear the whispered incantation – Dissendium – and the light tap of James’ wand against the cold stone of the witch’s face…