bleed me dry (it's all the same to me) chapter two
~Sirius threw his leg back over Remus and straddled him, reaching his hands up to wrap around his neck. But his hands wouldn’t cooperate. They ended up running their fingers through the man’s hair, softly caressing his cheeks and feeling the velvet skin of his lips.
Suddenly, Remus stirred under him. Jumping up, Sirius jerked to run, but hesitated. Always hesitating with this one, it seemed.
Remus stirred again, crinkling his closed eyes and moaning lightly.
Sirius felt frozen, caught between his logic and the feeling in his chest. Something deep in his rib cage, tucked safely behind his sternum, was screaming at him to go to Remus. To heal his wound and hold him tenderly, reassuring him that everything was okay.
He’d never felt that way before. He’d never let himself.
Remus’ eyes cracked open and his hand went reflectively to his neck, pulling his hand back to see the blood.
“What the fuck..” Remus started, opening his eyes wider to glance around and land on Sirius’ frozen frame.
Confusion crossed his face and Sirius winced.
“What happened?” He asked through the hoarseness in his throat.
Sirius was silent, mind whirling.
Remus slowly started to push himself up and Sirius instinctively flew to his side, using his hand to help him sit up fully.
Remus reached up and felt his neck again and Sirius could see his mind working to recall the moments before he’d passed out.
Then Remus’ eyes got big.
He scrambled up and away from Sirius, looking simultaneously horrified and irate.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” ~
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