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Ohfuckinghell. *hyperventilates* I've got an army of butterflies in my stomach now, you know. Woah. WOAH. So hot. EEK! The bandage! I CAN'T BREATHE, DAMMIT! XD *drools*

On with the story. Don't want poor Sirius to burst, do we?

Lupin smiles predatory, and says: "Tight enough?"

Sirius has to bite his lip to keep from making another embarrassing sound and nods, eyes closed and breath shallow and heated. He feels turned upside-down, confused, overwhelmed, and his body isn't trembling from the cold anymore. Lupin's fingers trace the edge of the bandage, teasing, circling, like an animal of prey. They accidentally seem to slip down the inside of his thigh once, and Sirius bangs his upper body back into the wall as though he wants to fall through it.

"Feel better now?" Lupin asks casually. His eyes are focused on Sirius' face and his cheeks burst into flame as he realizes that Lupin can see everything in his dark, scorching eyes slanted by coal, so he closes them again.

"Yeah", he manages to croak out. He has no idea what he is supposed to do, say. Hopes Lupin doesn't see that. He can't help but look at him again - the saltwatercurled, sunbleached hair softly drizzling forward across his shoulders, touching his face, the souldeep and alcohol-pure eyes.

To his astonishment, Lupin seems puzzled.

"What?" he says, feeling control streaming back to him like ropes knotting together in his hands. "You", Lupin begins, frowns. "You didn't do anything."

"What was I supposed to do? Rape you?" Sirius asks, irritated, and laughs a bit, but the look on Lupin's face definitely doesn't reject the stupid joke. "Well how do I know what you bloody well want if you just sit there and space out?" Lupin bites back and starts to retreat back to his side of the room.

"Wait", Sirius says.

Your turn! :) Seems like Lupin isn't used to sexual passiveness, eh? *g* Have fun, darling!