The Parts Between: A companion to 9 Years with the Marauders. "Deleted Scenes" of mature content from my marauder's story, specifically those scenes of Remus/Sirius. Warnings: PURE UNADULTERATED SLASH. Series of oneshots.

Notes about this: These scenes pick up where my story leaves off, and my story picks up when these leave off. It's just pure smut for my readers. xD. This first oneshot is from chapter 36.

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Sirius pulled Remus up into the Shack from the tunnel. He could see Remus open his mouth to protest being dragged. Sirius didn't let him finish before he was smothering him with a kiss. Remus made a noise like he was going to protest, but faltered, instead letting his eyes slip closed to intensify the kiss. They pulled apart, and Sirius grabbed one of the blankets from inside the piano, spreading it over the mattress in the corner.

He turned back. Remus suddenly looked embarrassed. "Moony?"

"It's nothing... I... I guess I'm a bit nervous." Remus said quietly, even as he dragged his jumper over his head and set it neatly on the piano.

"Jeez, you act like it's a physical exam or something." Sirius smirked, coming over. He smacked Remus' fingers away and reached up to start unbuttoning Remus' shirt. Remus was almost clumsy as he reached up to touch Sirius' waist. Sirius chuckled, and leaned forward to kiss Remus. "Do you have any instincts whatsoever?"

Remus raised an eyebrow, and within seconds he had fisted his hands deeply into Sirius' hair, jerked his head back, and voraciously kissed him. Sirius barely had time to make a grunt before they had fallen onto the bed, still mostly clothed. Remus' fingers were scratching against his scalp, and it was literally one of the best feelings in the world. Sirius ran his hands up Remus' chest and pulled his unbuttoned shirt down his arms. Remus pulled back with a very un-Remus-like grin on his face.

"Instinctive enough for you?" He said, and his voice was deep, and sent a shiver down Sirius' spine.

"Now wait, how are we..." Sirius said, as Remus helped him out of his shirt and bent down to kiss at his neck. The rest of his sentence was forgotten.

Remus seemed spurred on by Sirius' sudden nervousness. As if powered by some unknown force, Remus was stripping Sirius of his clothing. Sirius could barely keep up in helping Remus out of his own. Why in the name of Merlin's ghost had Remus worn a belt? He fumbled awkwardly with the fastening, all while Remus was doing a marvelous job of distracting him by kissing and sucking at his neck.

He hadn't anticipated Remus to transform this way. It was as though Remus was someone else entirely. And yet, it was simultaneously amazing. To see the face of the perpetually awkward boy above him, who had a coy smile on his face as he perched on Sirius' legs and removed the last bonds of clothing from between them. Sirius had – with some surety – thought that this whole situation would be flipped. That he would be the one with the sly smile and magic fingers, and Remus would be the one made utterly helpless by both of those things. Only he wasn't.

Remus' body was littered with scars. Sirius had seen Remus without a shirt before. But he had never run his hands over his chest like he was now. Each finger was met by a jagged ridge, or a ripple in the flesh. Some were very old. They were practically unnoticeable, nothing but gentle dips in his skin. Some were newer, ones that Sirius recognized, could even name the circumstances, still pink, deep furrows. Remus was muscled, with sandy-brown hair leading down his chest to his stomach, and down lower than that. Sirius knew he himself was muscular, handsome, despicably so even, however there was something special and unique about Remus' muscular, scarred skin.

The werewolf leaned over and nipped at Sirius' ear. "Are you ready for this?"

Sirius blinked, wondering what Remus was talking about. Then his brain began to register, and he looked at Remus. "Are you...?"

Remus smirked. "What?"

Sirius trailed off and turned his head to the side, nodding. "Er... never mind."

Remus kissed just Sirius' upper lip, and then his lower, and then his chin. Sirius didn't even move, until finally he reached up to stroke down Remus' cheek. Remus let out a soft laugh, and abruptly his hand stroked an entirely different section of Sirius' anatomy.

"Well hello." Remus muttered. Sirius made a choking, laughing, gasping sort of noise.

Minutes later, Sirius made a much louder noise. "Ah! That's... that's well..."

A scarred nose rubbed against Sirius' throat, encouraging another noise from Sirius' throat. "Relax."

"Well it's hard to do that with your fingers... uh... you know... in that place... Ah! It's a bit... uncomfortable... really..."

"Sorry, I tried using... well it should go in smoother..."

"Oh... yes that's an improvement."

Remus flushed darkly, and kissed Sirius gently. He jerked back when Sirius yelped. "Oh? What? Did I hurt you?"

"No no, spring on the bed." Sirius adjusted himself, then smirked and touched Remus' hip, down to the small of his back. "Better."

They touched each other. Hands were everywhere, and at the same time nowhere, as Sirius twisted his hands into the sheets, and Remus' twisted into his hair, and there were noises, pleasant ones and pained ones all at once.

Remus thrust forward, and Sirius rocked back, and it seemed to go on forever. It was strange, and wet, and slick, and hard and soft, and dry and rough... and then it was over.

The pair of hands buried in Sirius' hair tightened to just before pulling, and a pair of hands on Remus' hips dug fingernails into his scarred skin. Sirius moaned desperately into the silent room. He wondered in the back of his mind whether or not the people of Hogsmeade would think the ghosts were back. Then Remus' noises above him brought him back to reality just as his world exploded into pure whiteness.

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Author's Notes: Dedicated to all my readers on 9 Years with the Marauders. You guys are awesome. Also, for all those who just enjoy R/S smut. xD