Remus heard
the footsteps and felt the touch of fingertips sweeping his hair from his warm
forehead, but he refused to open his eyes. He felt exhausted and it would take
more than Sirius fussing over him to make him want to wake up and leave his
bed. He curled up more into himself, pulling the thick feather comforter around
himself. He breathed into his pillow and blanket, and his breaths were so warm
that they made him feel even sleepier.
“Aw, come
on, Remus. You have to get up sometime.”
“Says who?”
Remus replied sleepily. “Too tired to do anything but sleep.” The magical
sedatives contained in the final dose of the wolfsbane potion Severus Snape
prepared for him certainly kept him from hurting himself or others, and allowed
him to rest when his instincts told him he should be out hunting. But they also
left him feeling exhausted well into the next day as his body got used to being
human again. At least now it was more pleasant for him than sleeping on the
floor of the Shrieking Shack after a night of running around or clawing at
himself.
So
pleasant, in fact, that he longed to stay in bed forever. The mattress was so
soft, the blankets so warm, the coziness so addictive. Remus sighed happily and
started to fall back to sleep.
“I know
you’re tired, but you need to get up. There’s a lot to do and yesterday you
made me promise not to allow you to sleep past three in the afternoon.”
Remus
snorted half-heartedly. “It’s not three yet. Wake me up th—”
“It’s a
quarter past, actually,” Sirius told him. “And I’ve got some peppermint tea made
and a bath drawn for you. Both will grow cold.”
“Let them go
cold,” Remus replied. “I want to sleep.”
Sirius
sighed and switched tactics. He leaned over and placed a firm kiss on Remus’
cheek. As Remus squirmed to slip out from beneath it, Sirius moved the kiss to
his forehead, then to his lips. Remus raised a hand to bat Sirius away and
Sirius made the kisses shorter and faster, pulling back between each to avoid
Remus’ heavy hand and sleepy lack of coordination. He kissed Remus’ nose and
chin and then his cheek and lips again until Remus stopped protesting and just
let him. Apparently, Remus was determined to fall asleep, even with Sirius
pestering him.
Though that
strategy rarely succeeded in doing anything but get Remus mad at him, Sirius
was disappointed that he had to try something else. Otherwise Remus would be
back to sleep in no time. So Sirius reached down, shaking Remus’ shoulder to
keep him awake. With half his face squashed into the pillow, Remus opened one
eye and stared at Sirius. “I’m sorry, Remus. But you need to get up. I won’t
take no for an answer. And neither will he.” He reached down and, through his
robes, touched himself. The sight of this, at eye-level for Remus, made the
tired werewolf raise an eyebrow. Sirius grinned and cupped himself firmly.
“Thought that might get your attention. Please get up for me, Moony?”
Remus
gathered all his energy and pushed off from the bed. It was enough to get him
to sit up and let the blankets fall down, but that was about all he could
manage. Not having expected any more than that, Sirius was there with a strong
back and two arms to help pull Remus up, out of bed, and to his feet. Remus let
Sirius guide him to the bathroom.
He was
already naked, so Sirius simply helped him into the bath. The bathtub was as
old as the house, with a curved bottom and pawlike feet which raised it up off
the cold, white-tiled floor. Currently, it was filled with
as-hot-as-Remus-could-stand water and rose petals were scattered upon the
surface. Remus slid inside and immediately melted in relaxation. “Oh, Sirius,”
he whispered, closing his eyes. “This feels marvelous.”
“Better
than if you’d stayed in bed?” Sirius asked.
Remus
nodded wholeheartedly and sighed deeply with delight. “You should have told me
the water was so warm.”
Sirius,
kicking off his socks and pulling off his robes, just chuckled. Then he climbed
into the tub on the other side. For such an old tub, it was surprisingly roomy.
That was due, of course, to the magical nature of it. Sirius had to lean
forward in order to even touch Remus across the tub.
The water
rippled around the movement of his arm, and then again as he moved forward,
closing the gap between the two of them in the tub. Sirius’ body stopped its
smooth, gliding forward motion when it met Remus. Their limbs tangled briefly
beneath the water as they got comfortable sitting so close. Sirius also made
sure that some part of Remus brushed against his cock, which was hard, having
been encouraged greatly by thrill of a romantic bath and the warmth of the
water.
Remus did
not fail to notice and sighed again, rolling his head about on his neck and
circling his shoulders to loosen up. “And now it’s even better,” he said,
slowly reaching out to Sirius.
Sirius
raised a finger, his hand and arm dripping as they protruded, signaling Remus
to wait for a minute. Then he snapped as best he could with wet fingers. The
light above the sink went out and several dozen candles appeared out of
nowhere. Their sweet, rose-scented fragrance added to the slight bit from the
water. And their gentle, orange and gold glow illuminated the bathtub and shone
upon the water in-between the petals.
Remus
smiled pleasantly as he looked around the room, then rested his eyes upon
Sirius. “Almost perfe—” he began.
He was cut
off by Sirius stretching his arm out. The man’s fingertips slid then caught
hold of a somewhat full side cart Remus had not noticed earlier. Sirius
switched the radio on at a low volume and a soft instrumental piece filled the
room, echoing ever so slightly. Then Sirius removed a metal plate cover to
reveal a plate of chocolate squares. “There’s tea, as well,” Sirius said. “I think
I mentioned that before. But I thought a little chocolate rush might help wake
you up a li—”
This time
it was Sirius who was unable to finish. Remus had lunged forward in the tub and
wrapped his arms around his neck and shoulders in a tight hug. He squeezed
tightly and kissed every bit of wet and warm skin he could find. The ends of
Sirius’ long hair floated on the water, and Remus swept them back as his kisses
roamed everywhere exposed above the water. They slipped over the curves and
sharp turns, the stubbly chin and cheeks, the moist lips.
“Today,”
Remus whispered as he ran the back of his hand lightly over Sirius’ body
underwater, “I want it gentle.” His knuckles rubbed against a nub that was
Sirius’ nipple, then brushed over abdomen and thigh and… his throbbing, hard
cock. “And I want it now.”
Sirius
seemed weightless in the water as Remus moved him around, giving his cock
attention at random moments to catch him off guard and make him gasp with
urges. Sirius lifted his arms out of the water and gripped the sides of the tub
with both hands and arms. Then he leaned back as Remus lifted his legs, but
kept them submerged still. Remus stretched his legs out in front of him,
beneath Sirius, but managed to angle himself perfectly to slide inside Sirius’
slick arse.
“Thought
you were too tired to do anything but sleep,” Sirius said, easing the slight
pain of entry with a joke.
“I
suppose…” Remus thrust in smoothly. “I just needed the right…” He pulled out
halfway. “…motivation.” He gently jerked his hips up and slid in again. Holding
himself up with his arms only, Sirius bobbed up and down at the end of Remus’
cock, his whole body rocking with the rhythm of Remus’ thrusts. “Besides…” Out
“Now I’m too…” In “…turned on to…” Out “… do anything…” In “…but make love…”
Out “…to you.” In.
Sirius
groaned at that last thrust, especially as Remus’ hand had found his cock and
began pumping away in time. Though Remus had been sluggish and stiff getting up,
he was making up for it now that he had the water’s assistance. He moved freely
now, gracefully, gently. Everything was soft and smooth and wet, from touches
to kisses to heavy gasps.
Sirius’
hands tightly gripped the porcelain rim and sides of the tub. They made a
squeaky sound as his grip slipped and he struggled to stay afloat and in place
as his body cried out for release.
Remus sped
up in observation of this, and was soon whispering across the water for Sirius
to let himself go completely. Sirius held back until he was reassured Remus was
going to come as well, but then he lost himself in it all, floating and
drifting in the water as his body tensed and he cried out.
Just as
gentle as Remus had been in directing them into position, so was he afterwards.
Thoroughly relaxed after his own orgasm, Remus drew his arms around Sirius and
pulled him to his chest. Their wet bodies slipped against each other beneath
the surface but above their skin stuck and their arms wrapped around. Sirius’
breath was warm against his neck and face and he reached out of the water to
stroke Sirius’ head soothingly.
Sirius
smiled at the strangeness of it all. At how, truly, their roles should have
been reversed. He should have been the one administering the soothing pets and
breathing slow and deep to calm them both. But Remus seemed the most calm and
relaxed when he was in control and doing the comforting, and Sirius wasn’t
about to deny him that opportunity. Besides, he would never have shagged Remus
like that on the day after a full moon. He might have made suggestive hints and
created the ambience, but sex was a move only Remus could have initiated when
he was ready. Besides, it was a nice way to build up Remus’ energy and get him
back in the swing of things.
They
lounged there together in the water until they noticed it was lukewarm. Then Remus
pecked Sirius’ cheek and climbed out of the bathtub, drippingly reaching for a
set of matching towels.