A HALF AN HOUR LATER, Sirius and Remus found themselves on the private beach backing their cottage. Remus lied out two large towels as well as a deliciously-packed picnic basket, and the two relaxed under the warm spring sunlight. Seagulls flew overhead, squawking loudly in the otherwise quiet atmosphere. Sirius decided to name the pest 'Walburga.'

They ate sandwiches and fruit, watching as the waves lapped against the shore and receded back into the deep blue ocean. Way in the distance, sleek black dorsal fins of dolphins played in the currents. They watched as the head of a turtle poked up above the water and then went back down again. This is peaceful, Sirius thought.

And then Remus stood up. And he offered his hand to Sirius, who took it with confusion as the brown-haired man led him to the calm waters. They stood on the shore, feeling the cold water lick at their toes with each time the ocean swelled. And suddenly, Remus was pulling Sirius further into the water, and they were up to their thighs.

"It's so cold!" Sirius shivered, and the green-eyed man smirked. Remus ducked under the water then, and as the coloring was such a deep blue, the black-haired man couldn't easily spot him. The longer Remus spent under water, the more he began to panic. And then he felt a sharp tug on his leg and screamed as he was pulled under the water.

He emerged again at the same time Remus did: Remus, who was clutching his stomach from laughing too hard. Sirius frowned at the man, shoving him so he went back under the waves. Remus re-emerged and was no longer laughing; he was staring at Sirius intently, and the amusement from his own grey eyes left as an equally deep expression overtook his features.

And then, Remus splashed him.

Sirius, stunned, was splashed twice more before he caught on to what was happening and cannon-balled into the water, causing a large splash to hit Remus full-force. He spat the saltwater from his open mouth and swung his arms quickly to create rapid-fire hits against Sirius' pale skin: his dark nipples hardened by the cold water, and tattoos appearing oily. As Remus noticed these things, he failed to notice Sirius lunge at him and pull him under the water, the two of them rolling in the waves with arms locked tight around each other.

They resurfaced in deeper water now, just their collarbones and up above the water. A school of silvery fish swam passed them, catching both of their interest as they tried to catch their breath. They felt like children again: playful and without a care in the world. On the beach, the squawk of a seagull caught their attention again, and they turned to find the bastard had gotten into their picnic basket and was eating the rest of their sandwiches. Remus moved to go and stop the bird, but Sirius placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Let 'er take it. She always gets what she wants in the end anyways." He whispered, and Remus frowned. No matter how silly the men behaved, real life would always crash down upon them to ruin their fun. Not liking the look in Sirius' eyes, Remus grabbed his chin and forced him to look at him.

"Sirius, listen to me. Your mum, your dad... they can't hurt you anymore. You're your own man. You live your own life." Remus' green eyes flashed with concern as he spoke, and the troubled look left Sirius' face as he became fully aware of the long fingers still holding his chin. With lightning speed, he moved forward and captured their lips in a kiss. His arms moved to grip Remus' thin waist, and then one hand pressed into the small of his back, bringing them closer together as a small noise made itself present in the brown-haired man's throat.

They continued to kiss, breaking every so often to breathe, and then kissing again and again. The moved more towards the shoreline as the sun began to set, and eventually collapsed in the sand, soaking bodies picking up every annoying particle it could as they rolled together in a passionate embrace, unwilling to be the first to break it. There was a flutter of wings, and the demon bird disappeared, leaving them to enjoy each other's company.

When they eventually did break, their breathing was shallow and Sirius was straddling the taller man, chest heaving. Remus, eyes blissed by this turn of events, trailed his fingers down the man's chest, tracing tattoos and following stray droplets of water. They moved to the towels, trying to dry off the best they could – though the sand made it difficult, and then watched as the rest of the sun kissed the ocean in hues of scarlet red and buttercup yellow. The rest of the sky mimicked the water now, which continued to lap against the water serenely, though it would be high tide in only a few short minutes.

Unwilling to return to the cottage just yet, Sirius allowed Remus to crawl into his arms, and the two lied there taking in the beautiful night sky. Constellations blinked to life, and in higher altitudes, an airplane carried hundreds of people somewhere in the world.

Sirius ran a hand through Remus' damp hair: his head was now resting on his chest, their other hand laced together. "Today was... perfect." He decided, and Remus smiled, kissing Sirius' stomach.

"Incredible." He agreed.

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They awoke on Day Five to the incessant sounds of squawking. Sirius opened his eyes first, noticing the head of brown hair resting on his stomach, accompanied by a thin body beside him, and then the flock of seagulls running on their little legs along the now low tide and collecting tiny clams and mussels from the water. He breathed out, running fingers through Remus' hair again as he watched the sun rise in shades of light pink and orange – like a delicious sorbet.

He felt Remus stretch beside him, shifting so his chin was now digging into Sirius' chest with intense green eyes. "Morning." He muttered sleepily, and the grey-eyed man bent his head downwards to kiss the man.

They kissed for awhile again, feeling the towels crumple beneath them as they shifted their bodies every so often and kissed whatever they could reach. Remus straddled Sirius this time, dipping his head low to kiss his reddened lips, cheeks, and then neck. The paler man squirmed under him, clutching at his hips as they moved tantalizingly slow along his body. Remus continued to kiss along the man's neck and collarbones, then settling for playing with his hardened nipples once more. Sirius gasped, and the brown-haired man smirked.

"You like that, don't you?" His voice was husky from sleep, and Sirius bit his lip in pleasure.

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Unable to control the sensations he was experiencing any longer, he reached up and pulled Remus by the hair down to connect their lips again, bucking up at the same time they did so. The green-eyed man could feel his partner's hardening length beneath him, and ground down on it slowly. They continued to kiss for awhile as they ground together, Remus growing increasingly harder by the amount of friction he experienced.

Prior to this, he hadn't had any sexual advances in months, and he was needy. However, he wanted Sirius to be okay with whatever he was doing, so he took it ridiculously slow. After a while, even Sirius seemed to be annoyed by their pace and broke their kiss, allowing Remus to trail kisses from the hollow of his throat all the way to his navel, shifting his body downwards with each inch he covered. Sirius gasped in pleasure, moaning openly as Remus ravaged his pale and tattooed skin.

And then, Remus' deep green eyes landed on Sirius' blissed out grey, and his teeth played with the waistband of his swim trunks. His nose nuzzled against his skin, breathing in the scent of man and sea spray: it was intoxicating. He toyed with the freshly exposed patch of skin there, and dragged the material of the shorts down slowly to reveal the man's thick cock. It was leaking by then, begging for more attention than just a light clothed rubbing. He glanced up at the black-haired man, wanting to make sure he was okay with this, and as soon as Sirius nodded, he swallowed him down whole.

His skin was saltier than he would typically believe it to be: by fault of the ocean, though the sounds Sirius created made it totally worth it. Remus' head bobbed up and down, tongue running its average-sized length and paying a lot of attention to its sensitive tip. He lavished the salty pre-come, swirling his tongue around it over and over again, one hand taking care of whatever he couldn't fit into his mouth, and the other holding Sirius' hips down.

"R- Remus!" Sirius cried, reaching for the brown-haired man's head and gripping his locks tightly as he made a meal of the man's cock. At one point, the green-eyed man gagged, and for some odd reason, Sirius found this exceptionally hot, and thrust into his mouth at a quickening speed. He then noticed Remus had begun to touch himself, and was creating a humming sound in his throat which vibrates on Sirius' length. He felt as though he needed a release, and it was sure to come at any moment.

Remus' head moved faster yet as he swallowed down Sirius, and the black-haired man gripped at his hair harshly. It had been the longest time since someone had focused on his needs rather than their own. Remus pulled off his cock suddenly with a sexy pop! and fisted his length as suddenly he was spilling in his own trousers. The sight of Remus teaching an orgasm was enough to tip Sirius over the edge, and soon he was spilling all over the green-eyed man's knuckles. The two stayed there for a moment, sated and downright filthy.

Remus climbed off of him, moving to his feet slowly. "I'm in desperate need of a shower." He said. "Care to join?"

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The warm water of the shower felt amazing against the pair's sun-kissed and salty skin. Like out on the beach, Remus allowed Sirius to stand under the water's jets first, and as the man was quickly becoming exhausted from what had to be the best orgasm of his short life thus far, the brown-haired man soaped and washed his body sensually. If Sirius wasn't so tired, he believed he probably could've gone for a second round. However, the knowledge that they had two days left together allowed him to subdue those thoughts and just enjoy someone else taking care of him.

The act of showering together was far more intimate than anything they'd done in the beach, and once they were both clean and washed off, Remus grabbed a large, fluffy towel from the closet and wrapped the shorter man in it. Sirius hummed in delight. He sat on the closed lid of the toilet as Remus brushed his own teeth and ran a comb through his hair. The sun had caused it to develop a few natural blond highlights within the brown color, and the grey-eyed man was intrigued by it.

"God," Sirius said eventually. "I'd be content in just lying around naked all day."

Remus glanced at him, running a razor against his cheek to rid himself of his five o'clock shadow. "As appealing as that idea is, this isn't our house. You'll have to put at least some pants on."

Sirius smirked. "Wish you would've told me that before I spent five days sleeping in the nude."

Remus rolled his eyes and turned out the lights, a towel wrapped around his waist as he padded across the hall towards his bedroom. Sirius lingered in the doorway, though the brown-haired man didn't seem to mind as he dropped his towel and bent to pick up a pair of boxers, sliding them up his long legs. Sirius admired the man's body: unblemished, sun-kissed skin and legs that went on for miles. His brown hair was growing longer, and touched the lobes of his ears now. He had light circles under his eyes, and his hips were narrow though not scrawny. He had the physique of someone who ate healthy, but didn't really do much exercise to turn those muscles into something that someone would classify as 'fit.'

"Once you're done staring at me, I thought I'd do some laundry." Remus placed his hands on his hips, eyes casted knowingly at Sirius. The man huffed and stepped into the room.

"How could you be thinking about anything else except kissing me?" He asked, because now that the men had shared their first and hundredth kisses, he couldn't seem to get enough. Remus smiled and bent down to kiss him thoroughly, Sirius going weak in the knees as his towel dropped to the floor and he stood exposed and half-hard once again. Remus leaned in close to him, and Sirius believed he was going to suck at his ear.

"Go get dressed, you animal." He whispered, and the black-haired man shivered before stubbornly leaving the room and priding down the hallway naked. Remus chuckled quietly and picked up Sirius' discarded towel. He then grabbed the sheets from his bed and duvet, and took them down to the small laundry closet and set them in the washer.

By then, he was growing ridiculously hungry, and a quick glance at the clock above the kitchen window told him it was already the afternoon. He set about making brunch for the two of them: some waffles with cut up strawberries and bananas, and Sirius re-emerged from his room dressed in a fluffy robe which he'd left open, and a pair of black boxers.

He sat at the breakfast bar and Remus sat beside him, the both of them enjoying their meals and from time to time, a few syrupy kisses. There was nothing quite like lazy Wednesdays.