Adunatio

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Day Four

Remus awoke, blinking with bleary eyes in the dark, and let his eyes adjust. He had pulled the curtains only halfway closed the night before, and the clouds had seemed to shift away from the half moon since earlier, so moonlight drifted into the enclosed space.

Attached to Sirius, his brain reminded him, and Remus forced himself to breath steadily, closing his eyes again, listening to any sounds of what he had woken up to for the past few nights. There was nothing-only the soft sound of Sirius breathing. Grateful, Remus thought about the dream that he had woken up from. It had been a good dream, one that involved himself and someone else in a very steamy situation, though he couldn't right then remember who that other person was. He ignored his nether region, for there was nothing he could do about it then.

But as Remus tried to will himself back to sleep, he heard the faint sound of cloth shifting, and he kept his eyes shut. The movement, he sensed, was coming from down towards the foot of the bed. But not quite that far down...

There was a bit of a steady sound and a very gentle movement of skin on skin. It went on for a few moments, and then Sirius' breathing had started to speed up.

Oh, no. Remus knew that if he didn't stop what Sirius was doing right then, he would be awake for the whole thing. But he couldn't make himself move, fascinated with the feeling of Sirius' rushed breath on his face and the slight movement of the mattress as Sirius moved his hips just a little. It was a little odd, though, how it wasn't regular. It was jerky, as though Sirius couldn't get into a good rhythm. Remus remembered how Sirius had said it was hard to do what he was doing with his left hand.

Maybe I should help him. Remus inwardly pounded himself. He's a bloke. So am I. He doesn't want me to help him. And I don't WANT to help him. But this internal, one-sided conversation didn't convince him. Remus felt his body starting to respond even more to the sounds that Sirius was now making, which were hitched breaths and sporadic, quiet moans. The place where their knees were touching was searing jolts of electricity through his skin.

Remus could feel his own arousal, which curled deep in his belly, making him filled with desire. He tried to tell himself that it was human nature to react that way to other people who were sexually aroused, but he knew that the problem was something else entirely. There was no use in denying it-the idea was stimulating because it was happening with Sirius, not because it was just another human next to him. Remus ached to touch himself, but he dared not, for fear of Sirius finding out that he was awake, and he was listening, and he was aroused by the thought of what Sirius was doing so close to him. The crashing realization made him catch his breath.

Biting his lip, Remus tried to block the sounds out of his mind, now. He didn't want to come all over himself from the breathing and moans alone. He could just imagine the humiliation. He tried to think of unarousing things. Wauldin having sex. Wauldin having sex with Dumbledore. Wauldin having sex with Dumbledore, during a full moon, with Snape watching. Remus shuddered involuntarily, the thought still not stifling his erection.

And then Sirius moved the hand that was attached to his wrist just a little, which moved his own left hand, and the backs of Sirius' attached fingers brushed against one of his bare, hard nipples.

A shot of painful desire stemmed from there, and Remus clenched his eyes and mouth shut, determined not to gasp out loud. He wanted to move his hips closer to Sirius' slightly jerking ones, and press his hardness against his friend to relieve some of the tightly coiled tension, but he couldn't make himself do it. Instead, Remus shook, sweat drenching his forehead, and controlled himself until Sirius finished, after what seemed like hours later, and wetness spread over the bed around Remus' own crotch.

Stifling a groan at the thought of what had produced that wetness, Remus kept his eyes shut. For a long time, Sirius didn't move, but then Remus heard his friend's voice.

"Remus...I'm sorry again." Remus opened his eyes, his body still shaking slightly, and stared into Sirius'. "Remus...I..."

"S'kay," Remus made himself mumble. "It's only natural. You didn't wake me until just now anyway, so I didn't even hear you." He shifted away from Sirius and pushed back the covers, sitting up and lugging his legs off the side of the bed, his back to the other.

"Remus..." Remus felt a hand on the side of his torso, on his ribcage, and the touch burned. He jerked away and stood up, waiting for Sirius to take the hint.

A long, frustrated sigh came from Sirius, and they were both finally standing, Remus not looking at Sirius at all. They made their way to the nearest boys' toilet, and relieved themselves, though Remus was still hard, and it was becoming painful for him to even walk, much less take a piss.

And after that was the shower, in which Remus insisted on turning the water as cold as he could possibly get it without making Sirius uncomfortable. It was a test of his will, for the tight feeling in his chest told him to turn around and look at Sirius and push him into the wall, with the water running in small trails down his Quidditch-toned body, jerking hips together. But, restraining himself, Remus only let out a shuddering breath, keeping his back to his friend, willing his hardness to alleviate. I shouldn't be hard in the first place. What's got into me?

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The day passed in a haze, and Remus wasn't sure how he had managed to get through in at the end. Instead of Arithmancy, he found himself in Muggle Studies, Professor Sammons smiling down at him with sympathy, her painted pink lips curling up at the corners. He took notes for Sirius on Hypotenuses and Cosines, and Sirius sat next to him, watching his hand with an unnerving stare.

"Stop it," Remus told him quietly.

"What?" Sirius took his gaze away from Remus' hand and turned it onto his eyes, blue orbs innocent. "What am I doing?"

Remus sighed. "You're just...never mind. Let me take these notes for you in peace." He got to writing again, and Sirius settled down, now looking out the window behind the professor.

A few moments went by, and the only sound was the scratching of quills and the professor's voice. But then, as Remus dipped his quill into his inkpot, he heard a wet noise beside him. As he turned, he almost dropped his quill in shock.

Sirius had his lips wrapped around a liquorice wand, his cheeks hollowed out. Pulling it slowly out of his mouth, his eyes closed, he licked along the side of it, pausing at the tip before placing his lips around it once more.

Remus jerked out of the trance that he had dived into, facing the front once more with a snap of his body, his heart racing. Stop! Stop looking! Don't think about it! Unfortunately, he had surprised Sirius into yelping, which pulled several students out of their own studious efforts and caused the professor to frown.

"Mr. Black," she started, "if there's something you'd like to share with the class, go ahead and...IS THAT A SWEET?" She practically flew to where they were sitting. Sirius sat still, the wand still in his hand, drooping just a little where it had been salivated on. She snatched it out of his hand, ignoring the wetness, and huffed. "I believe that Professor Wauldin said that this...situation with yourself and Mr. Lupin will be resolved next week?" Sirius nodded. "Well, Mr. Black, I'll be assigning you a special project when you're able to do your own work. Something on how liquorice wands have changed the whole of Muggle society throughout history, hmm?"

The class snickered, and Sirius looked up at her, horrified. "But liquorice wands aren't a Muggle sweet!"

"Oh, really? Then what are you doing here in Muggle Studies, testing one out? I suppose you'll just have to make an extra effort on it then," she almost smiled, and walked back to the front of the classroom to resume teaching. Several of their classmates, including Evan Rosier and Augustus Rookwood, two particularly nasty Slytherins who sat in the row in front of them, mocked Sirius' last words in whiny undertones. Rosier even turned around and pretended that he was enjoying a liquorice wand himself, but in a lewd manner that made Sirius growl quietly at him.

But the whole time that all of this was going on, Remus only barely noticed. He couldn't shut out the memory of Sirius' lips, and Sirius' tongue, and the way Sirius' cheeks hollowed out...

"You alright, Remus?" Sirius was whispering. "You just got really flustered all of a sudden."

Remus felt that if he turned to look at his friend, he would be unable to stop himself from grabbing the boy in front of him and licking away the remaining flavour of liquorice off of the other boy's tongue. Stop it! You don't want to do that! "I'm fine," he snapped instead, pretending to write down the last thing that Professor Sammons had said about Tangents.

Sirius didn't say or do anything else for the rest of the lesson, and when they got up to leave after the bell, Remus was very glad indeed that students were required to wear robes.

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Every thought caused a reaction in his nether region. Every sight made him want to hurry to the nearest bathroom and wank off. Remus was aroused on and off for the rest of the day, and it nearly made him crazy while causing an almost mind-numbing pain.

It didn't help when Sirius told him that he had Quidditch practice again that evening. Suppressing a groan, Remus followed his friend out to the pitch after dinner. He had kept his school robes on over his shirt and trousers, hoping that he would be able to get away with bunching the material in front, between his erection and Sirius' crotch. Seeing as how it was cold outside, he thought that he might be able to get away with it. But as he was about to swing his leg over the broomstick, Sirius stopped him.

"Those will just get in the way," he told Remus. "And aren't you hot? I saw you put regular clothes on this morning."

Remus nearly panicked. What was he going to do? "I hate to do this, Sirius, but I don't feel much like flying tonight. Do you think you could skive off, just this once?" All of the pleading he thought he possessed, he put into his words and his look.

He thought that Sirius was about to make his whole life a miserable hell by refusing anyway, but after a pause, his friend just nodded. "Okay. You don't look so well."

"Just a bit knackered," Remus replied, relieved. He gathered the broomstick in his right hand and walked with Sirius back to the castle. All he had to do now was get into bed, and then he'd be able to perhaps relax himself enough to sleep, sans erection.

His luck, however, did not seem to be running with him. Sirius, as soon as they headed up to the room and the Quidditch gear came off, announced that he needed a quick shower before bed. "I know you're tired, but I'm all sweaty from just walking out there in that hot old thing," pointing to the crimson robes that were now in a pile on top of the stuff in his open trunk.

How am I supposed to get through THIS? Remus nearly groaned with the word "sweaty" coming out of Sirius' mouth. Closing his eyes, forcing every non-arousing thought he could conjure into his head, he made himself nod.

The bathroom took years to get to, and the length of time it took for Sirius to get undressed took nearly as long, as Remus had hastily stripped and faced away from his friend as soon as they stepped outside the shower cubicle. Trying not to think of the fact that Sirius was completely naked, standing connected to him, he could feel the ache of his long-lasting erection. When they got into the shower, Remus stood facing the corner, attempting to keep himself as still as possible. Sirius was moving around behind him, and he nearly jumped and shouted when he felt something brush against his arse.

"Sorry, my hand slipped," Sirius mumbled to the back of his head. Remus, not trusting himself to speak, just nodded again.

But his erection was throbbing even more insistently, and suddenly, Remus felt as if he were about to explode. Ignoring the embarrassment that he felt burning at his cheeks, he cleared his throat. "Sirius?" He winced as his voice squeaked unnaturally.

"Hmm?"

Remus took a deep breath, swallowing his pride. "Don't pay attention to me for the next few minutes, okay?" Without waiting for a reply, he scooted right up to the corner, well aware of Sirius' presence right behind him, and reached down with his right hand to touch himself.

Pleasure shot through him at the mere brush of his hand, and he wrapped it around himself, a groan escaping between his lips before he could hold it. He stroked slowly at first, awkwardly, for he had never attempted this with his right hand. It was good, SO good, the friction of his hand against his hardness, the combination of sweat and steam forming on his forehead, the feel of the water running in rivulets from his hair down his back, some of it channelling into the cleft of his arse. He attempted to go faster, but his right hand wouldn't do what he wanted it to, and wouldn't go faster, and couldn't stroke in the exact right angle.

"Fuck," he snarled, and braced his body against the wall with his right hand, the tile slick under his hand, while he brought the weighted left hand down. Closing his eyes, Remus threw his head back as he worked in this all-too-familiar fashion, his left hand flying with ease. He could hardly breathe, it was so GOOD, and his skin was tingling all over, his knees weakening, his muscles straining at the tension. Remus looked down to see the hand that was attached to his wrist. Sirius' hand. With a choked cry, he came, his body shaking and threatening to collapse as he watched the tiles get coated with the remnants of his activity.

For a brief, cloudless moment, Remus felt deliciously drained, watching the water that dripped over the sides of his neck wash his hand clean. He cupped his hand to catch some of the water, and then splashed it on the wall in front of him. He felt like doing nothing and everything at once, wanting to both sit right down where he was in the shower to trotting down to the kitchens for a snack.

And then the realization of what he had just done came crashing down on him. He had just wanked off in front of one of his best friends. And a male at that. Realizing that Sirius had not said a word, Remus was terribly afraid, all of a sudden.

He couldn't turn around. "Sorry. I'm...sorry. I just...it's been a while...I couldn't hold off..." He realized that Sirius was still not saying anything, and he finally glanced over his shoulder.

Water spurting from the shower sprayed onto the top of Sirius' head, dripping down his shoulders and his face. Staring at the floor in front of him, the dark-haired boy was breathing fast, his face red.

And his left hand was clenched around his own softening erection. Remus looked down to see the last remains of whiteness washing down the drain.

Sirius looked up then, and smiled. "No need to apologize. Seems as if once a day isn't good enough for me. I'm surprised you've held out this long, to be honest." His eyes looked hungry, and he licked his lips despite the fact that they were wet from the streaming water. "I think I'm ready to get to bed, now."

The water was turned off, and they dressed for bed awkwardly. Remus tried to banish the image of Sirius standing under the running water holding himself out of his mind. He finally lay down next to his friend and closed his eyes.

As the soft puffs of Sirius' breath blew over his face, Remus could only think of one thing.

Only three more days to go.