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Relatively recently I discovered what are the fanfics and I can say I've read from various fandoms, some of Farscape, Buffy others, an X-Files, variety with everything. But I must admit that I've been hooked to M! C miss_jota irreversibly. Wrote a post in which he said he liked the Quidditch uniforms and more with Sirius.
And I thought: "Why not picture? "

This is the pic I made and I hope you enjoy.

Sirius
Uniform

Then a funny thing happened to me ... that by making this drawing, inspired by an entry in miss_jota in which he imagined a scene between Sirius and Remus, I decided to write. But my thing is not to write, and less fanfic since he had never finished any of those who had begun. But I had a revelation when it was just what I like: eating chocolate spread with fingers. It was a time when I decided that if paper did not translate what I had thought it would be one thing that I regret. Said and done: Inspired by the main idea Irati ...

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Title:
Chocolate Fingers. Rating: NC-13 but may be sooo cautious.
Location: Marauders Era. When Sirius, Remus, James and Peter were young and naughty.
Spoilers: I do not have ...
Author's note: I wanted to write something, and this is what came out. It's just another one of those moments in Hogwarts.
Acknowledgements:
k_scarpetta by the words of support, for being my betaReader and help me with my small block. A miss_jota that delights us with Crack and this also goes for it.
was a morning of sSaturday, in late December and it dawned gray and cold as the weather. As they approached this time, Hogwarts was a bustle of students desperate to finish exams and a terrible desire to go home. The Christmas holidays were just around the corner and began to breathe that atmosphere peculiar to Christmas cakes and home cooked ...

But Sirius did not want to go home. He wanted to stay in school, with corridors adorned, ghosts singing carols and mistletoe common rooms everywhere. His home was his family Hogwarts and his friends for him that was enough. For him, it was all I had. Grimmauld Place 12, much as had been born there, was not at all something I could call home. Inthe depths of his heart, prayed that his beloved mother will save the agony of returning on holiday. Wanted any kind of disability. But never before, and wacky antics that many plans never received the just punishment, always returned home. The worst punishment. The more painful.

As usual, dressed automatically with the Quidditch team willing to train as every Saturday. But his humor was not the custom and practice were tougher than expected. Sirius barking could be heard from the other side of Hogwarts, even James was about to protest as he tried to guard his team for failing to prevent the Quaffle enter. But just to look, hizor to repent. His friend, his brother, knew not to force the issue and at this time, Sirius was not master of himself, if not his emotions. Anger, pain, impotence ...

When the torment of that day was over, the exhausted members of the Gryffindor team headed to the shower to soothe your aching muscles. Before coming with all his companions, Sirius changed his mind and with a grunt announced that James did not wait, you should practice a couple of moves. His friend nodded. He said nothing. I just knew I needed to vent, and what better giving all the Quaffle forces, while they were imagining the faces of a distinguished member of the Black race of the convicted or simply Lucius "Malfollado."
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Burning frustration with overtraining. Be so highly paid to even think it hurts. Canuto typical ... "James thought with resignation as he continued to look to the field. Something gripped his throat when he saw that his friend how he felt helpless and with a slight feeling of guilt. Being unable to help because they could not do more. Sirius flew fast and brutal as what began as a soft, fine rain that dampened gradually became a raging storm that strong, without a doubt one day even more gray. Juggling at the top of the broom that would put the willies up the most experienced player of Quidditch. Chopped dizzy, turnsimpossible, to brutal beatings Quaffle, turns, somersaults ... Hours later, when even saw more than four fingers away, decided that enough was enough.
He went to the locker room to get a hot shower to remove wet clothing and leave behind the cold that had been soaked to the bone. Upon entering Sirius realized his presence. I knew he was nearby, with another sermon of yours prepared to release to the minimum. So quiet and so subtle that it sometimes seemed that there was, fragile as a whisper in winter and yet so aware that there were times that he could not imagine what I'd do without him and his fuckin sermons.
continued shedding wet clothes on the way to the showers, until recentlyr naked. Turned on the faucet and let out a small sigh, between pain and relief. Just then he heard her voice. Eternally deep melancholy.
- you tired, Padfoot?
- Not enough, Lunatic .- Sirius answered without turning. Reached the sponge and rub the body began, and a little stronger by the neck, alleviating in part causing pain and chills.
Remus was sitting on a bench in the middle of the light without wanting to hide. Cross-legged, almost lying on top of one of the lockers and smoking a cigarette with the frugal way to inhale the smoke and immediately expelled from the nose more slowly when cupiese.
- One of these days, Canuto, you have to pick with spatulathe. On the last lap mortal you are calling "simple pirouette" almost fall ...
- The Black never fall .- I stopped spitting out the words with bitterness.
They remain silent. One of those silences in which nobody wants to talk because they are worse words. Because they hurt. Because they kill slowly. And Remus silently admire, observe and eats with his eyes at Sirius. Because I still is not a sin to look. How to wash, how to leave behind part of the fatigue and pain. Rubbed with strength, marking, is furious and pays himself. I wish I were what you want to wash the eye, to boot, forget it. But there is more inside, under your skin, inside and as much as rub, only pain left in its wake. Frustration.
off the water, sand for a moment and sighs. No, more like grunts. She turns around, grabs the towel and begins to dry with the rough.
- You need not torture yourself like that, Sirius.
- I, of course ... do you intend to pay for it with you, right?
- I do not mean anything. Just came to tell you that talking is also good and ...
- Shut up, Lupin! Always ... always lecturing in the midst ... - swipes in the air and splashes all around - the smartest, the most applied, the better. You are a busybody, you know? Remus
up an eyebrow, the comment was taken by surprise but did not protest. Hours of training and still keep within himself that anger, hatred. Is your engine keeps me forward and counter. And although at times it seems, JAMAs get that fire will consume. Too stubborn to give budge.
- Get out and leave me alone, Lunatic. It is too easy to pay with others and here you do nothing but give me reasons why you download the final. Go ...
But Remus does not move the site. Still there, half lying in the dark. Lurking. Watching. Sirius is irritated because she ignores him, because even and being one of the students who most inspires respect, he is not afraid. Never. Because Remus after his appearance model student and quiet save an animal. He who takes her out every full moon. It is he who should fear. Fierce and brutal. Sirius
approaches the bench, leans to lay hands on each side of the head of Remus becoming more fuErza the necessary and motioned to his nose stands defiantly.
- I was hard for you, Moony. Out of here.
And then Remus would have given anything to lick from chin to the bridge of the nose. Angry and sexy Sirius was displayed before him. Glowed. Water droplets marked their muscles and made her mouth was dry. I wanted something else to look. Play. Lamer. Bite.
- Do you really think I can take seriously you naked? Sirius puts
eyes, shakes his head and left stands as impossible as your friend.
- Lupin You are amazing. Do not you see I'm a lost cause ...
- Like you, I like to complicate my life.
With a smile he replied, without barking pWORDS and silently forgave, as friends. While Remus was dying to tell you that was most important for him that would always be there, was where it was. Do not ever leave him. That would heal their wounds, even those that can not be seen.
- have not eaten - not just ... came out
- I have no hunger, Lunatic.
- Lie. From here, you hear stomach. The only thing as big as your big mouth. Sirius guffawed
powerful it rattled. As he dressed, Remus realized that now nobody could save his particular hell. The image of Sirius to two inches from his face, naked, furious and extremely edible had been etched. So close, so easy to play and as far to the vez.
At one point, and was dressed in his particular style to wear the school uniform: The shirt off, his tie loose and biker boots with laces untied challenging to be walked.
- Let's eat, do you have the map?
- Lunatic! I am shocked ... I suggest you go hide somewhere? Do you want to pervert? How
only answer, Remus got up and walked to the door to keep watch. Wanted out of that moment between embarrassing and funny.
- Come to the pantry of the elves. If you want to meet with McGonagall sulking, you yourself said, her face .- quiet - For my part, I repeat dessert ...
- Then go to for my food and your desserts! - Exclaimed SIRIUS a booming voice, pulling the map from his pocket and recovered part of his usual humor.
They left the locker room and spent a moment in the common room to get the invisibility cloak. Scuttled by the convoluted corridors of Hogwarts to come to the pantry.
- Alohomora! - Remus said wand in hand.
- At this rate, my dear Moony, you will become a real rascal. - Sirius said trying to imitate the voice of McGonagall.
Remus laughed, rhythmically and gently. Entered the room and behind him, Sirius, examining and weighing the pantry sink your teeth into what first. Remus lifted his head as he peered and sniffed, "like a dog
" he thought, "Animal customs. Too territorial, possessive and hetero "added his thoughts with resignation. Finally, Sirius located buns with butter and put a whole in the mouth, chewed and swallowed eagerly effort. He then repeated greedily attacking another poor muffin.
- See how I lie? You had a terrible famine.
Sirius tried to protest with his mouth full, but Remus lifted a hand towards him, stopped talking.
- Out beyond what you intend to do is rude, do not bother ... I do not want to end up soaked with your saliva.
At that moment he regretted what he had said. A mental image involving high doses of saliva seemed to him clear before his eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, two beats strong relay on his ears and from there a pounding crazy it was installed right at the base of the neck. A shiver ran down his back and not knowing how to prevent it, a strained groin. Strong closed eyes, avoided a sigh that escapes almost informer between his lips. More focused, thought something to distract his mind. "
Mandrake. Boring. Planting process and the subsequent extraction. "The heart is still with the giddy dance, but gradually mastering the situation. The calm is their great ally, now he can not fail. Sirius is devouring everything in its path as if nothing had happened and apparently has not noticed anything. "Thanks to Merlin
." Remus is incapable of losing control, butand extreme situations. How else will affect anything that the boy who is madly in love from first year to ride naked in front of him, as if the remarks "not guilty" did not become immediately on second thoughts, as if Sirius was not a terrible predator, and he dam wrong. kept thinking of the mandrake, idly passing his hand through the shelves looking for something I did not know exactly why, but looking. Possibly not to think, not looking at him, not to feel so close. He saw a boat that caught his attention. At the back of the shelf and if it was what he believed, would be the happiest guy Hogwarts. What was and was happy. Carefully opened the bottle and inhaled the aroma. Unmistakable. Cocoa butter for him solo. He smiled pleasantly.
Remus sat on the floor, crossed his legs and put the pot between them. He thrust his finger into the cream, enjoying the feeling took a bit before lifting at him with delight and put it in his mouth. At that time the breath was completely inevitable.
- Mmmhjoderrr ...
- Moony, it has sounded very porn. Definitely you are trying to pervert. - Sirius said smiling back to him. He turned and found a scene that something broke inside. Remus sat with eyes closed and one finger in the mouth, disheveled, with rosy cheeks rather than her usual pale ... It took a few seconds to recompose and did not know what had happened. - What the hell have you been inmouth?
Remus rested his weight on the shelf, he relaxed as long ago and was not lit up with happy mischief.
- Canuto, I found my source of comfort. Date assured that this boat does not return to your site. I'll take it. It's mine.
- I doubt the elves have hidden marijuana here, it may be Dumbledore ... - He says looking at him strangely. - I want to try. Dame. Remus
not answer. Forget about it. Still licking his finger with gusto. Then sighs again and again put his finger into the cream. A Sirius does not like being ignored, to draw attention and can not think of better ways to kneel before him, take his hand and with a quick, Remus catches the finger in his mouth. A LapNo chocolate has removed the finger.
- Hmmm ... I should have guessed. Chocolate. - Sirius says smacking his lips. Remus
stands still. Mouth open, his heart a thousand and a mad desire to kiss him. It is a time that asks "
Should I or should not lose his composure?" Where's my self shit now?! "


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