I, Werewolf: Part 1

[amuly]

Title: I, Werewolf: Part 1
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 6,886/31,252
Rating: Hard R this part, NC-17 overall
Summary: Remus and Sirius have been together since third year, but as their fifth year draws to a close, still haven’t had penetrative intercourse. Remus is afraid his condition could cause complications, and the literature on the subject is contradictory or bigoted. Will Sirius and Remus ever get to shag? (Answer: Yes.)
Warnings: rimming, intercrural sex, fingering, frotting
A/N: So the whole fic is written (well…maybe I’ve got one more scene at the end to finish up) and is broken into about 5 parts. Looks to be approx. 30k, and I’ll be updating every other day or so. Enjoy!
NB: split into two posts because LJ is a whore that hates high wordcounts. *Glare glare glare* Just follow the link at the end, should be no problem.

 

            Sirius panted, hand trembling as he reached over the bony curve of Remus’ hip. He started stroking Remus’ arousal in time with his thrusts. Remus whimpered in pleasure, twisting his head back to kiss Sirius on the lips.

            Breaking for air, he gave Remus’ thighs a little nudge. “Can you…squeeze them together…tighter?”

            Remus replied by clenching his thighs, squeezing them tighter around Sirius’ cock. “Better?”

            Sirius’ breath hitched. His hips thrust faster into the tight space created by Remus’ thighs, and he moaned loudly. “Good, good…” Leaning forward, he nuzzled at Remus’ neck, nipping at it gently as he continued to thrust. Remus’ breath hitched oh-so-beautifully as Sirius twisted his wrist at the end of a sharp upstroke. Sirius tried the trick again, adding in a thumb pressing down onto the slit. Remus came with a whimpering cry, thighs clenching tighter around Sirius.

            It still wasn’t enough to get him off, and as Remus came down from his orgasm, his muscles lost any tightness they had. Sirius grunted in frustration, finally taking himself in hand and jerking sharply. But then Remus was there, lust-blown pupils staring up at him as he removed Sirius’ hand and slid kissed-red lips slowly over the head.

            Sirius flung his head back, one hand automatically flying down to tangle itself in Remus’ hair. It was sweaty and sticking to his head, and with the addition of Sirius’ grip, was now sticking up in all sorts of directions. Remus’ tongue lapped at the head, before he pushed his mouth forward, sucking tightly. With two shallow thrusts Sirius came forcefully, arching off the bed and feet scrambling over the bed sheets.

            Remus crawled up Sirius’ body, kissing him briefly before rolling off to the side. Sirius moaned and swallowed hard as his own taste lingered in his mouth after Remus had removed his. Not the time to be getting hard all over again.

            “Not to be ungrateful…after that…” Sirius panted. He reached over, slapping a hand unceremoniously down on Remus stomach, and proceeded to stroke at the flesh beneath. Remus just groaned and twitched in response. “But…I really want to…”

            “Sirius.” Remus was coming back to himself, Sirius’ words penetrating the haze of orgasm.

            But Sirius continued, rushing to speak before Remus could voice his doubts. Again. “I don’t even care who’s on top, Remus!” He pulled himself upright, leaning over Remus.

            Remus sighed, glancing away from Sirius’ piercing grey eyes. Sirius leaned closer, brushing a hand through Remus’ hair. His hand stilled there, thumb rubbing back and forth over Remus’ temple. Drawn by his gentleness, Remus glanced back up. “I just…I don’t want you to get hurt.”

            Sirius’ heart clenched. He pressed himself down and clutched Remus close, wrapping his arms around him in a bear hug. “You can’t hurt me, Remus.” He burrowed his face into Remus’ neck, nuzzling the sweaty skin.

            Remus’ hands reached up, stroking the back of Sirius’ neck, smoothing down the hair which was just curling under there. He had decided to start growing it out a few months ago, and it was just starting to gain a sort of casual hang to it. “Yes, I could.”

            Sirius sucked in a breath. He pulled back, staring down at Remus. The warm amber eyes conveyed a very real fear. Unable to look at that any longer, Sirius bent his neck and kissed Remus. It was just two quick pecks – Sirius was honestly too exhausted to deepen it.

            He slid sideways, laying his head on the pillow next to Remus’. The top of their heads touched, and Sirius smiled at the contact. “How’s the research coming?”

            Next to him, Sirius felt Remus shrug. “There’s barely anything out there. One source says we mate for life, another says that’s a myth. One source says it can be sexually transmitted, another says it can’t, a third says it can’t, but that ‘the wolf’s passions overtake the lover, forcing him to bite and infect his partner’. Of course, a fourth source says it can’t be transmitted except at the full…” he sighed. “I don’t know what to believe. And before you even think it,” he bumped his head against Sirius’ in preemptive admonishment, “we aren’t going to be guinea pigs for studies in werewolf sexuality.”

            Sirius grinned, lifting a hand and running it down Remus’ side. “Oh, but Moony, I so want to study your sexuality.”

            Remus nudged Sirius playfully with his shoulder. “Stop it, Padfoot.” Sirius could practically feel the moment the smile left Remus’ face, even though his eyes were fluttering closed, and gaze fixed on the ceiling. “You can’t get hurt. You just…”

            “Shh.” Sirius rolled over, pulling Remus into him. Buried in Sirius’ neck, a little choking sound still made its way from Remus’ throat to Sirius’ ears. He hushed Remus, stroking his hair lightly. “It’ll be alright. Just keep researching, okay? I’ll even help.” He felt Remus grin into his neck.

            “Like you would.”

            “Really,” Sirius put on his most serious voice, “absolutely. You should know, Moony-kins, if it’s something related to my cock, I’d be glad to research it.”

            Remus snorted. “My mouth can attest to that.”

            Sirius let his eyes slide closed, planting a kiss to Remus’ temple before he started to drift. “We’ll be fine,” he yawned, “don’t worry.”

**

            “I’m just afraid he doesn’t want me, James.”

            James snorted as he skipped another rock across the lake. “I don’t think you two have spent a night in separate beds for a year. And your silencing spells are shit: I can always tell when you cast it instead of Moony.”

            Sirius had the good taste to look somewhat ashamed.

            “Point is,” James grinned as one of the rocks got close enough to the giant squid for him to move a tentacle lazily, “Remus is crazy about you. You know how he is: always gotta plan stuff out, think it through.”

            Sirius shrugged, glancing down at the rocks in his hand. With a despondent sigh he turned his palm down, watching the rocks falling to the ground one by one. “I know. But…” he collapsed onto the ground. His fingers started playing with the grass, plucking out strands of it and pulling them apart. “But, I mean, in one book, we read werewolves mate for life. What if he doesn’t want me for life, and that’s why he doesn’t want to do it?”

            James didn’t answer at first, opting instead to skip one more rock across the lake. It fell well short of his last two, and so with a dismissive shrug, he plopped down next to Sirius. “Well, I mean, can you really blame him?” At Sirius’ shocked and hurt expression, James rushed forward. “No, I mean, he’s not even sixteen yet. You are, but, do you even think you want to spend the rest of your life with him? Like, you know, as boyfriends, not just mates?”

            Sirius’ eyes flashed briefly. He knew James meant well, but Sirius had a feeling he still didn’t quite get him and Remus. Couldn’t understand how they felt about each other, how Sirius never wanted to be with anyone besides him; how Sirius – in his soppier moments – pictured them growing old together, sitting around a fire, sipping tea and reading books. “Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with Lily? If she’d have you?”

            “Of course!” James’ face fell as he realized he had just been tricked. “Oh, right. See what you mean.” Sirius knew he didn’t, didn’t really. But at least he was trying. “And, anyway, you only read that in one book, and it was by that racist bloke, right?”

            Sirius nodded. “Yeah, I guess.” He had torn up a sizable patch of grass in front of him, and moved his hand to his side, so he could keep plucking. “But, what if he doesn’t want me…like that?” Sirius made a vague gesture, and James’ face screwed up in disgust.

            “Ugh! Okay, you know, I’m all well and fine with you two being all together, but please, please don’t mention that.” James shivered. “How could you even want something in-” he shook his head viciously before he even finished the thought. “Never mind, don’t answer that. Don’t want to know.”

            Sirius grinned to himself. Both him and Remus had no problem with that aspect of it. Once Remus had discovered an anatomy book and read about the prostate (Sirius coming to a simultaneous discovery through a dirty muggle magazine he had managed to nick during summer break), the two boys had been eagerly exploring that aspect of the whole act. The first time Remus had managed to find Sirius’ prostate, after several minutes of repeated lube applications and screwed up facial expressions on both boys’ parts, Sirius had come harder than he ever had before.

            “No, I think it’s more to the left…”

            “Quiet, Sirius, you don’t know where it-”

            “Fuck!” Sirius arched off the bed. Oh, oh Merlin. Oh… “Remus, Remus, do it again, do it again right now!”

            Remus’ eyes were wide, but he glanced down between them and crooked his fingers again. “Like th-”

            “Remus!” Sirius arched off the bed again, pleasure coursing through every nerve in his body. He head never felt anything so good before. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot from Remus’ fingers throughout his entire body. His cock started weeping, precome dripping down the so recently flaccid member. He had never been so hard, never felt like this…

            “Rem, please, more…” he was incoherent, spluttering. His hands scrambled in a confused attempt to grab at Remus forearms. He felt Remus press his fingers forward, rubbing that spot again. “Ah, ah, Rem!” His entire body stiffened as he came, come spurting out of him. Even as the come stopped spilling, his body shook with pleasure, miniature orgasms wracking their way through his system, turning him into a shaking, moaning mess. He never wanted it to end.

            Sirius grinned at the memory. Remus had been shocked: come dripping down his face and staring down, bewildered, at a more than sated Sirius. He had immediately lay down and demanded that Sirius do the same to him.

            “Point is,” James was continuing, “Remus, for whatever reason, loves your nob. Like I was saying earlier, those silencing spells aren’t always the best, and from what traumatic noises I’ve gleaned, I reckon Remus wants to do that as much as you do.”

            Sirius grunted, neither in confirmation nor refutation.

            “What if you just, kind of…” James made a vague gesture to match Sirius’ earlier one. “Just did it. I mean, then it would be over, and…”

            “No!” Sirius’ head whipped up to stare down James. “It has to be…it’s Remus, James!”

            James immediately backed off the issue, hands raised in defeat. “Alright, alright, it was just a suggestion.”

            “This is hopeless, isn’t it?”

            James glanced up at Sirius. He watched a grin slowly spread across James’ face at his despair. “Yeah. Looks like you’re doomed to a life of blowjobs and mutual wanks.”

            Sirius groaned. He and Remus needed to get this situation sussed, and quickly. Otherwise he was going to go insane.

**

            Sirius practically threw the book he was reading across the library. “Alright, somehow these books are managing three-way contradictions. I didn’t even think that was possible.”

            Next to him, Remus sighed. He raised his head up from his own book, rubbing his eyes. “It’s called a ‘trichotomy’. Three mutually exclusive options.”

            “I fucking hate it.”

            Remus’ neck snapped around to glare at Sirius. “Me too, no reason to get all…” he cut himself off, sighing heavily. “I’m sorry, Siri. I just…”

            Sirius’ stomach flipped at Remus’ pained expression. The burning in his chest quickly changed from frustration to love, and he leaned forward, stroking a thumb over Remus’ cheekbone. “It’s alright. I’m sorry. I just want to…”

            “I know.” The ghost of a smile flickered over Remus’ face, bringing out a matching expression on Sirius’ own. “I want to, too. But I want to be sure. And safe.”

            Sirius leaned forward more, drawing Remus into a kiss. Their tongues flicked out at the same time, lapping at each other lazily. Just as the kiss started to deepen, and Sirius was pressing his tongue into Remus’ mouth, a loud gagging noise forced them apart.

            “Seriously, mates, keep it behind closed curtains.” James was sliding into a chair across from Sirius at their secluded table. He had two more books in hand that he dropped onto the table. The librarian hissed at him, but James ignored her. “Two more we haven’t read yet. Find anything in the restricted books?”

            Remus had been given written permission from Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey to check out books on werewolves that were sorted in the restricted section of the library. Most of them were there because of their description of “dark creatures”, or because of their testimony by “dark creatures”. Sirius found it fairly insulting on Remus’ behalf, the first time Remus had told him about what he read in one of them: at its worst, the book described one half of what Remus had experienced in his lifetime, between the initial attack and the painful transformation every full. And yet, these were descriptions considered too graphic for Hogwarts students.

            Running a hand through his hair, Remus shared a despondent look with Sirius. “No good. There’s nothing in them that we don’t already know.”

            “Or that aren’t outright lies,” Sirius growled. “Honestly, don’t werewolves have sex? We can’t be the first couple of blokes to want to have sex with one of us infected and the other not.” He corrected himself when he saw the looks James and Remus were shooting him. “Well, maybe we’re the first pair of blokes. I still say we’re not, but maybe. Still, some werewolf somewhere has got to be having sex with someone who’s not. Right?”

            It was with sad resignation that Remus lifted one shoulder and shrugged. “Guess no one ever thought to write anything down.”

            James sighed, patting Remus’ arm in manly commiseration. “Sorry, mate. Me and Pete have been working hard to see if there isn’t a way to get you and Sirius a proper shag.” He gave Sirius and Remus a hearty thumbs-up. Remus puffed out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. Sirius opted for letting his head fall forward onto the table with a loud thud, earning him a disapproving “hush!” from the librarian.

            The table beneath Sirius’ head vibrated slightly as James slid a book across the table to Remus. “This one’s from my dad. He managed to get it on loan from the Ministry. Dunno if it’ll help, but I figured you two would take anything you could get.”

            Lifting his head up, Sirius craned his neck to look at the book. Remus was thumbing through it, glancing at the table of contents and index before flipping to a point in the middle of the book. “Thanks, James. This might help.”

            Sirius was less gracious. “Doubt it. Look, there: it’s got a quote from that Ramelsworth bloke. He was the one who said that you could transmit all month long, which we know you can’t.”

            Remus nibbled his lower lip. “We don’t know that Sirius.” Sirius opened up his mouth to speak, but Remus cut him off. “We know I can’t transfer it to you through blood or…” he blushed, glancing over at James, “orally,” he whispered. James dissolved into a coughing fit, and Remus continued on before he recovered. “But who knows? Maybe it can be sexually transmitted. Maybe, some sort of combination of anal tearing and semen, or even sexual magic or something…”

            James couldn’t help himself. He started laughing hysterically, face turning bright red with attempted suppressed amusement. Neither Sirius nor Remus were amused. James kept laughing, ignoring the commands to hush from the librarian, glasses slipping down his face to follow the tears of mirth that were tracking down it. “Sorry!” he gasped. Finally, he excused himself, stumbling out of the library, hysterical laughter bouncing off the walls. 

            As soon as James left, Sirius turned to Remus, grabbing his scarred hands and taking them between his own. “It’s all right, Remus. James is just a twat.”

            Remus nodded, looking like he was putting forth a valiant effort toward understanding. But tears started to glisten in his eyes, and before Sirius knew what was happening he was crying. “Remus!”

            “S-s-sorry, Sirius,” Remus choked out. He sniffed loudly, drawing mucus up into his nose. Sirius just continued to grip his hands tightly. “It’s just…it’s like this, a-a-nd it’s not going to change. W-we’ll n-never get-t-to…”

            “Remus.” Sirius kept his voice stern, trying to keep control over Remus. In reality, he felt his own heart breaking at seeing Remus like this, and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with him and sob until the world became a better place. But that wouldn’t help anything, and so he had to try and be the strong one while Remus broke down. “Remus. We’ll be okay.” He squeezed Remus’ hand again, trying to reassure both Remus and himself. “It’s just all these wankers don’t know two things about werewolves. We just gotta find one person who understands.”

            When it looked like Remus wasn’t calming down, Sirius took action. He pushed Remus’ and his own chairs away from the table with his feet and pulled Remus into his lap. Remus folded around Sirius, clutching at the back of his wizarding robes and sobbing into his shoulder. “Do you want to head to the loo? Or back to the dorms?”

            With a loud sniffle, and a movement that Sirius was fairly certain was Remus wiping his nose the shoulder of Sirius’ robes, Remus pulled back. He nodded, eyes and face puffy and red. “Yeah. I’m…I’m gonna go back to our room. Could you take care of the books?”

            “’Course.” Sirius pulled Remus into a tender kiss: one long, then a second short peck. When he pulled back, Sirius looked Remus dead in the eyes, thumb coming up to wipe away the tears under either eye. “We’re going to get this sussed, Remus. And even if we don’t…” Sirius’ heart was in his throat, but with a quick glance around the library, he pulled Remus into a fierce hug, and whispered into his ear: “I love you, Remus. I’ll never leave you, no matter what.”

            In his arms, Remus suddenly tensed, before fresh tears started pouring out of him again and sobs shook his shoulders. He pulled back and kissed Sirius fiercely, gripping both sides of his face in his hands. Sirius kissed back, wrapping his arms tightly around Remus and holding him close: lips to lips, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. As the kiss deepened, Sirius’ hips twitched up of their own accord, pressing up into Remus’. The kiss ended in a gasp as the boys’ arousals met, and Remus shook his head.

            “Sirius, I…”

            “Don’t.” Sirius clasped a hand over Remus’ mouth. “Don’t say it just because.”

            “Mmph!” Remus’ eyes narrowed as he tried to protest beneath Sirius’ hand. Sirius just kept shaking his head.

            “Tell me later. If you still want to.”

            He removed his hand, cautiously, watching Remus for any attempts at sneak declarations. Remus just pursed his lips, tears drying and eyes becoming less swollen. “Figures, you’d tell me and not let me say it back. Just like you to want to do all the talking.”

            Sirius grinned: a small, lopsided thing. “You can make it up to me later,” he murmured. They kissed again, slowly and sweetly, until Remus pulled away.

            “I’m going to head back to the dorms, clean myself up.” Remus pointed at the books. “Check out the ones we haven’t read through yet, and bring them all up. Don’t forget the one Mr. Potter got for us.”

            Sirius nodded. “I’ve got it, Remus. Get going.” They kissed again, and then Remus pulled himself up off of Sirius’ lap. He gathered his bag up and hurried out of the library, wiping at his eyes and nose with the sleeve of his robe. Sirius watched him until he rounded a corner and turned out of sight, then turned back to the table and stared at the books. For a moment his vision blurred as tears welled up in his own eyes, but Sirius resolutely pushed them away. He shouldn’t be crying. It was Remus that was the werewolf, Remus who had to deal with it his whole life.

            Then why did Sirius feel like he might die every full moon, as he watched Remus change?

            Pushing the thoughts and emotions down, Sirius gathered up the books and headed up to the front desk. He checked out two and dropped three into the return slot, before tucking the two into his bag, along with the one James had given them. Sweeping one last appraising eye around the library and over the table where they had been sitting for the past three hours, Sirius started out and back to the dorms.

            The hallways were unusually quiet, though Sirius blamed upcoming exams for that. They were only a few weeks away from summer break, though Sirius was certainly not looking forward to it, as most the Hogwarts population was. In just a few short weeks, he would have to return home: back to Grimmauld Place, his hideous mother, his stern father, and his sycophant of a brother. Moreover, he’d be separated from Remus for the full three months. It wasn’t like his parents let him visit his mates over the break: no, he’d have to socialize with the Black family, which meant enduring a string of repulsive parties populated by Slytherin classmates.

            As he waited for a staircase to move into position, Sirius idly toyed with the idea of writing Remus. But he knew his mom screened his mail, so that was out of the question. He could write to James, but Remus…the less his parents knew about his boyfriend, the better. If they were to catch wind of what he was – both his furry problem and what he was to Sirius – there was no telling what they might do. And Remus had to be spared their wrath at all costs.

            Some first years ran past him as the staircase clicked into place. Moving at a more sedate pace, Sirius continued his trudge to the Gryffindor dorm rooms. Once he arrived, he managed to muster up a smile for the Fat Lady, who always did love to flirt with him. “Hey. Dragon Eggs, if you please.”

            “Oh, Sirius. Running after your man, are you?”

            Sirius winked exaggeratedly at the Fat Lady. It never hurt to play along. “Only because he’ll have me and you won’t, you know that.”

            With a rather girlish giggle for a woman her age, the Fat Lady swung aside, letting Sirius into the common room. His ears were immediately assaulted with the sounds of…quiet. The common room was quiet.

            Sirius swept his gaze across the room. There were plenty of students there, sitting in groups with their heads pressed together. But their voices never rose above a whisper, and so the Gryffindor common room had been suddenly transformed into a mirror image of the library.

            Shrugging to himself, Sirius continued on up the stairs and into the dorm room he shared with James, Peter, and… “Remus.”

            Remus was sitting on his bed, hunched over a piece of parchment. At first Sirius thought it was the map, but as he drew nearer he could see that it was blank, save for a few runes hovering in the air about five centimeters above it. As he approached, Remus muttered something under his breath and swiped away the runes with a quick wand flick.

            “What are you working on?”

            Remus smiled up at Sirius, pushing the parchment aside and patting the bed. “Nothing.”

            Sirius sank down onto the bed alongside Remus, kissing him lightly in greeting. “It’s not studying – that looked like the sort of tricks we used to get the map working.” Sirius pulled his legs up under him, and let a hand come to rest on Remus’ knee. It seemed like he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, when Remus was nearby. He just had an overwhelming urge to touch, hold, taste, all the time.

            “Well…” Remus grinned up at Sirius mischievously. “It was supposed to be a surprise…” Remus’ glance flickered over to the parchment. “Do you want your year-end present early?”

            Sirius’ eyes lit up. “Yes! Of course!” He slapped Remus on the leg. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”

            Remus laughed, stretching out to reach for the parchment. “Alright. But you have to be patient: I need another minute or two to finish it up.”

            Sirius wiggled himself closer, sliding his hands up Remus’ thighs. “By ‘be patient’ do you mean ‘suck me off’?” His fingertips caressed Remus’ groin, and sure enough, a bulge was beginning to grow beneath cloth. Remus squirmed a little, eyes fluttering.

            Somehow, Remus managed to remain resolute in the face of his boyfriend’s fingers – a feat which Sirius never could manage, himself. “No, Sirius. It means be patient and wait for two minutes.” Weakening for just a moment, Remus leaned forward and pecked Sirius’ on the lips. “Now come on, get off. I need to concentrate.”

            Sirius sighed but obeyed, throwing himself to Remus’ right and collapsing onto the pillows there. He stared at the canopy ceiling of the bed for all of fifteen seconds, before he turned to watch Remus work.

            He really was beautiful like that. Neck bent, exposing the pale expanse of skin on the back of it; golden-brown hair caressing his face as he worked, glancing at different parts of the paper; long, delicate fingers subtly guiding his wand’s movements in the air above the parchment. Sirius couldn’t understand how the whole world didn’t love Remus, didn’t want him. And yet, Remus was his. His. Out of everybody, Remus had wanted him: a no-good, prattish offspring of a mostly-mad bloodline.

            “Okay, Sirius. I think I’ve got it.”

            Sirius crawled forward, coming to rest against Remus’ side. “Yeah?”

            “Yeah. I just have to…” Remus tapped his wand on the top of the paper, then pulled it apart. The paper split – not tearing, just pulling apart, like there were two sheets stuck together. Remus handed one of the sheets to Sirius. “Now watch.”

            Remus rolled to his side, reaching for his ink and quill which sat on his nightstand. A moment later he was back, unscrewing the ink carefully and handing the cap to Sirius. He dipped his quill in the ink and wrote a quick message on his sheet of paper: “Hello, Padfoot.”

            Sirius watched as the message glowed for a moment, then disappeared from Remus’ parchment and reappeared on his own piece. He gasped. “Remus, this is…”

            “Here, you try it.” Remus handed Sirius the quill and held the inkbottle for him to dip it in. Sirius wrote on his parchment: “Love you, Moony. Thank you.”

            The words appeared on Remus’ parchment a moment later. Remus’ breath hitched, but Sirius was there, kissing him before he could say anything. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he mumbled into Remus’ lips, like a mantra with the magical abilities to heal all wounds. Tears stung Sirius’ eyes even as he shifted, crawling into Remus’ lap and cupping his face in his hands. Now he wouldn’t have to be alone all summer; now he would be able to talk to Remus.

            “Oi! Guys! Curtains!”

            Sirius laughed, rolling off Remus, who looked rather put out by James interrupting them. “James, come here. Check out what Remus got me for end of the year!”

            James winced, not moving any closer to the bed. “I dunno, mate. Do I really want to see it, or are you going to show me some sort of freaky sex toy?” He ruffled his hair uncertainly. “Last time I came over to that side of the room, I found Padfoot’s collar in the bed, and Merlin knows I do not want to think about what it was doing in there.”

            Sirius rolled his eyes, huffing haughtily. It wasn’t like they had been doing anything extraordinarily kinky with it. Just…wearing it. While they were doing…stuff.

            Remus was shaking his head. “I promise, Prongs, it is an entirely appropriate gift. Marauder’s honor.” With a suspicious look still in his eyes, James moved closer to the bed.

            Sirius waved his parchment at James. “Look what Moony did! I write on this page…” he scribbled “Hiya, Prongs” with the ink still left on his quill, “…and it appears on Moony’s page!”

            Sure enough, a moment later the piece of paper lying in front of Remus displayed the message. James scratched his chin, nodding thoughtfully. “Is this why you wanted to borrow my mirror shard a few weeks ago?”

            Remus nodded, ducking his head. “See? I told you it wasn’t for anything inappropriate.”

            “Well…” Sirius was grinning, all teeth and glint, “I can think of a few ways to make this gift debaucherously inappropriate.”

            “Is that even a word?” Remus asked.

            Sirius shrugged. “You knew what I meant, didn’t you?”

            Remus shot back, “Yeah, but I understand Padfoot’s whines and barks, too – doesn’t make them words.”

            Before Sirius could tackle Remus – causing a mess with the ink and possibly traumatizing James yet again when the wrestling evolved into something less innocent – Peter stumbled in the room. “You three coming down to dinner? You’re going to miss it, if you wait much longer!”

            Remus cleaned up the quill and ink, then carefully rolled up his sheet and stuck it into his trunk. As they left the room, Sirius grabbed Remus’ wrist and pulled him in for a quick, passionate kiss. “Thank you, really. You have no idea…”

            Remus reached a hand up and stroked Sirius’ cheek, a sad smile gracing his lips. “No, I do. That’s why I did it.”

            “Oi! You two lovebirds coming to dinner or what?”

            With one last grateful look, Sirius hurried down the stairs after James, Remus following.

  Continued here

Comments

[pica-scribit.livejournal.com]

I'm really enjoying this, and I can't wait for more. Of course I love the porn, but I also love that you're exploring these issues. A lot of authors just sort of seem to ignore the fact that Remus has a mystical blood disease that he needs to be careful about.

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Awwww thank you!! I figured I'd try my hand at extending the whole AIDs/homosexuality undertones of lychanthropy a step further.
So glad you liked it ^.^

[purpleyedemon.livejournal.com]

Wow...just...wow. *is kinda speechless*

Can't wait for the next chapter! <3

[amuly.livejournal.com]

*blush* Thanks!
(Also, I might have mentioned this somewhere before, but icon LOVE!!! Dawww~~)

[stuck-at-sea.livejournal.com]

Wow I love this! I'm so glad I found it.
Off to read the next part! <3

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Hope you enjoy the rest ^.^

[lady-saber.livejournal.com]

You know I read this when you first posted it and I've now come back to re-read it (because I like this and the two Graduation stories so much) and I noticed that I didn't comment on this... strange!
Anyway this is great! I love how you've interpreted the fact that Remus has disease and that he really doesn't know all that much about it and even though there are all those books he doesn't know which ones are being truthful. Great work! :)

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Thanks! This was my attempt to examine an aspect of Remus' lycanthropy that generally went unnoticed, in my experience. And, you know, my chance to write lots of smut :P

Glad you like my stuff ^.^ I'm working on a mini-sequel to this right now, where it's Remus' first time topping a few days before the full moon. My porn bunnies aren't behaving, so no clue when I'll get it done, but I am working on it!

[lady-saber.livejournal.com]

Lol sounds awesome!! Porn bunnies are little devils haha.
Good luck with the sequel :D