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His hands felt like velvet. Rich, soft and forbidden. They slide not as gracefully through Remus’ face as to memorize the hills and valleys that made him, him. The boy’s breath, hot and steady, did not paint a picture of their reality.
Both boys found themselves together, not by choice. Not the first time, but it seemed like the last. It was the last.
Sirius continued to hold and feel Remus' face. His pale and long fingers now traced Remus’ strong brows. Feeling the bumps and scars in his skin.
They both had a piece of cloth around their eyes. A harsh, rotten and dull rag, stealing the last moments together. Remus’ hands were tied behind his back, he was dangerous after all. A Werewolf.
A Werewolf on his way to turn the love of his life into one two. So they could be together.
His lover, who now treads his fingers in his hair, so softly. His hot breath on his cheek. The ghost of Sirius’ lips on his skin.
His lover who was the heir to the most important family in Wizarding Word. The same family who created the laws that now condemned both of them.
“It was all worth it.” Sirius mumbled, his voice muffled by Remus’ cheek. “For you, it is always worth it.”
Remus’ fingers itched to touch him again. To hold his perfect waist. To grab and pull his dark hair. To slide his digits inside Sirius’ warm hole. To have him for himself.
“I love you.” Sirius' nose bumped his. “I need you to know that. Okay?”
Remus remained impassive. Breathing and taking what he could get before the end. Sirius smelled like sweat, dirty and something so uniquely him. Something warm and peaceful with notes of stolen kisses and prohibited nights under the stars.
He was not ready to say goodbye.
“Please, I need you to know it.” He pulled Remus’ hair with strength, the curls getting tied in his hands. It was so painful. It was so Sirius. “Tell me, Remus! Say it to me! I need you to know.”
It was Remus now that bumped his nose into Sirius’. He was trying so hard to find his mouth. After a couple of tries, Sirius seemed to understand what Remus wanted and sealed their lips together.
Remus would never get tired of the feeling. It was like free-falling, flapping your arms trying to hold into something that would break your fall. It filled his heart with a deep desire to live, to run, to breathe, to exist.
“Say it to me, Remus.” He said as their lips left each other. There was a tinge of a dark desperation in his voice. His fingers still were in his head, holding Remus like an anchor. “I love you so much.” With a sharper tone, he demanded, “Say it.”
“I know, Sirius.”
It was final.