Fandom: Harry Potter Universe
Author: M9
Rating: PG-13? R? Somewhere around there.
Disclaimer: I don�t own any of these characters. I don�t own the song. Don�t believe everything that you read. Just most of it.
Summary: Ah, innocent but forbidden love.
A/N: My first fic in a completely different fandom. Don�t hate me. . . much.
�I Think We�re Alone Now�
Children! Children! Black, Lupin, Potter, Pettigrew! Now where have they all gone to?�
The four snickered and drew even further into the Forbidden forest, leaving their Care Of Magical Creature�s professor faintly dumbfounded as to their whereabouts. Just as the four pairs of gleaming, glittering mischievous eyes were swallowed into the shadows, Remus Lupin felt a hand on his own, pulling him away from the direction of the far side of the Lake, the usual Marauder Meeting Spot.
"Children, behave!"
That's what they say when we're together.
"And watch how you play!"
He ran to keep up, his feet tripping and stumbling but somehow managing to keep him upright. From tangled bush to deeper thicket they sped. Only through infrequent patches of fading sunlight did he know who his kidnapper was. Otherwise he would have taken the soothing black hair as part of the dark forest.
This was part of their efforts, really. Actually, his and Sirius�. The Marauders had planned to ditch tonight�s lesson on the natural hunting habits of owls. It had been Sirius� whisper in his ear just as they left dinner that maybe the two of them could get. . . �lost� on the way.
Remus laughed soundlessly, breathlessly, as they made their way deep into unknown territory. The lush canopy over their heads, hiding them from airborne spies suddenly broke open to reveal a twilight heaven, just minutes after the sun had gone and before the first starlight could be able to reach them. He looked down and saw Sirius� expression matched his delight as he glanced over his shoulders, grey eyes smoldering as they met amber.
They don't understand.
And so we're running just as fast as we can,
Holding on to one another's hands.
Trying to get away into the night,
Perhaps he was too high on adrenaline, or perhaps he was getting tired from the run (or maybe, he thought with sudden insight, maybe Sirius had enough of the teasing glances). Whatever it was, it kept him from sensing his friend�s abrupt change in direction. One moment Remus was following after Sirius as obediently as a canine, and the next he was running into his friend�s arms, catching the glint of white past a wide smile.
His forward momentum pushed Black off balance and sent them tumbling to the leaf-scattered forest floor. Remus attempted to right them by getting up first. Sirius tried to make the best of the situation by trying to top Remus. They giggled madly as they continued to roll about the ground, leaves and twigs in their hair, hands clinging to each other and eyes locked.
Then, just as suddenly, they stilled. Remus rests with his head cushioned by Sirius� arm; Sirius himself is sprawled comfortably on top as he always imagines is his rightful place. They cease moving and simply stare. They use the silence to catch their breaths, they kid themselves, and by no means to stare at the suddenly beauty in their arms.
And then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground,
Sirius�s thin and slightly chapped lips curve into an alluring grin as his eyelids lower half-mast. �I think we�re alone now.� He says low but deep so that Remus can shiver as he feels the vibrations from his chest. �There doesn�t seem to be anyone around.�
Remus spares only a brief glance to either side before smiling at Sirius. �I think we�re alone now.� He agrees and feels a rush of heat as a light blush overcomes him as the boy on top shifts and Remus can feel Sirius� arousal pressing insistently against his lower stomach.
�The beating of our hearts,� Sirius Walking-Sex-Black whispers softly to one of his best mates, the only one he would ever, and has already, seduce to the darker side of the benefits of an all-boys dorm, �is the only sound.�
And then you say, "I think we're alone now.
There doesn't seem to be anyone around.
I think we're alone now.
The beating of our hearts is the only sound."
And he leans forward to lightly kiss Remus flush on the lips. It�s hesitant at first, but soon the contact repeats and soon they are no longer pulling away but pushing together eagerly and with energy and enthusiasm only the young seem to master. Remus delicately traces Sirius� jaw, then moves on to grip his shoulder and the bicep he enjoys staring at for hours on end.
Sirius almost can�t believe he�s got Remus J Lupin, Werewolf and Walking Library and complete wallflower, trapped underneath him, kissing and touching just as much as he is. Sirius opens his eyes briefly to take in the splendid sight of a Remus who is no longer off to the side but partaking in the joys of the flesh willingly; a Remus that is not reading a book or talking about scholarly things but making inarticulate whimpers as Sirius ravishes his neck and collar bone; a Remus who isn�t making snappy, witty, or sometimes caustic (in accordance to a monthly habit of his) remarks but now biting his lip raw and arching against his own forward thrusts.
Look at the way
We gotta hide what we're doing.
Cause what would they say
If they ever knew?
And so we're running just as fast as we can,
Holding on to one another's hands.
Trying to get away into the night,
This is not the only time they will do this, Sirius is certain, since he has admitted to himself that he quite fancies romps through forests. However, he doesn�t try to pretend what they do is normal or even allowed. Underage sex is illegal in itself, but what about between two boys? What would James and Peter say? No, just James. What would his best mate in the whole world say if he knew Sirius was molesting his other friend? Would anyone ever understand?
So they ran, they hid, and they both promised (silently) never to tell a soul they were in love.
And then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground,
And then you say, "I think we're alone now.
There doesn't seem to be anyone around.
I think we're alone now.
The beating of our hearts is the only sound."