I, Werewolf: Part 2

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Title: I, Werewolf: Part 2
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 5,009/31,252
Rating: R
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: Mutual wanks, dirty “talk”
A/N: I’m actually really proud of bits of this part. Hope you guys like it, too. Oh, and I have absolutely no problem with Wales. Totally love it. (This disclaimer will make sense when you read the fic.)

Split up over two posts because once again, LJ is a cruel, cruel bitch of a site. Just follow the links, should be no problems.

Previous Parts: I

            All too soon exams were over, and the four boys were sitting on the Hogwarts Express, barreling their way through the English countryside and back to London. Sirius never thought he’d be so sorry to see exams end. They had managed to commandeer a compartment for themselves, nudging two snogging second years out. Remus sat next to the window, Sirius next to him. They held hands, leaning in opposite directions: Remus against the window, Sirius against the partition. They weren’t looking at each other, but the slow stroke of Remus’ thumb over the back of his hand told Sirius how upset he was. Remus never moved his fingers unless he was upset.

            “…And mom said we’d probably take a trip to France this summer. She wanted to do a whole tourist thing: Versailles, the Louvre, all that. Says I need some more ‘culture’.” Peter took a breath, glancing out the window. “When’s the bloody trolley going to show up? I’m starved.”

            “We just ate.” James, trying to sleep in the corner of the train, grumbled and swatted at Peter.

            Peter nodded at Sirius and Remus. “I’m going to hunt down some snacks. You guys want anything? Chocolate frog, Moony?”

            Remus lifted his head from the window with a distracted hum. “Hm? No. Thanks, Wormtail. M’fine.”

            Sirius shook his head, not even bothering to lift it.

            Peter made a little disgruntled noise, then twacked James on the arm. “Hey, come with me. Help me carry the food.”

            James grumbled, turning to Peter. “Can’t I just have a kip on the…” he paused, glancing between the other two boys. “Nevermind. Sure, I’ll come along.” With a stretch and a cracked neck, James followed Peter out of the compartment.

            Sirius waited a beat after the door closed, then tugged on Remus’ hand. “C’mere.”

            Remus pulled away from the window, into Sirius’ chest. They lay there for a moment, stroking each other. Sirius breathed in Remus’ scent, nose pressed to his golden-brown hair. He tried to ignore the tears stinging his eyes. “’M gonna miss you.”

            Beneath his chin, Remus’ head moved. “I’m sorry you have to go back to that place. To your home.”

            “You’re my home.” Sirius gripped Remus tightly, crushing him to his chest. They lay there for a long moment, on the bench inside the Hogwarts Express.

            Finally, Remus shifted again. When he spoke, his voice was no more than a whisper, but Sirius could here him clear as ever. “I love you.”

            Sirius’ breath hitched, and his grip tightened around Remus even more. Another squeeze, and he might end up crushing the younger man. “You don’t have to…”

            In his arms, Remus struggled for a moment, finally succeeding in pulling away. He stared Sirius straight in the eyes, hands coming up to clutch at his face. “But I do. I love you, and I’d give anything to not have you go back there for the summer.” Through a veil of tears Sirius watched as Remus choked up. “Couldn’t you…come and live with me? We don’t have much room, but you could kip on the couch, or my room…”

            But Sirius was already shaking his head. “I…I can’t, Remus. I want to, but I just…” He couldn’t explain it to Remus. His family wouldn’t let him leave the house the whole summer, except to go to approved social events. There was no way they’d let him stay at a friend’s house, and Remus… “They can’t know about you, Remus. They already know James, but that’s because he’s a Potter. He’s safe. You…” Sirius blinked, feeling tears spill down his cheeks, “you’ve got too much to lose. If they start looking in to you, and find out…” He pulled Remus back into him, hugging him fiercely. “I can’t lose you, Remus. They’d take you away from me, away from Hogwarts. And I can’t let that happen.”

            Remus pulled back again, only to lean in and kiss Sirius. They moaned into each other’s mouths, though if it was passion or from grief, neither boy could tell. Finally Remus broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against Sirius’. “Just…keep your head down. Don’t make a fuss. We’ll talk through the parchment, and summer will be over before you know it.”

            “Look at me,” Sirius grumbled, “Eager to get back to school. Who would have guessed?”

            “Guess I am a good influence on you after all, huh?”

            Sirius nipped at Remus’ lips. “Only took a year as a prefect to manage that.”

            The door slid open, then, letting in a pocket-stuffed Peter and James. For the rest of the ride, the boys traded insults, playing cards, and chocolates. The whole time, Sirius never let go of Remus’ hand.

            As they exited the train, baggage in tow, Sirius looked around. Further up, he spotted Regulus stepping off, surrounded by some other Slytherin boys. Turning to his friends, Sirius nodded curtly. “Alright, mates. Be seeing you in three months. Do everything I would do, and then some.” He saluted Peter, shook James’ hand, and then was left standing in front of Remus.

            The boys shifted awkwardly, eyes darting around the busy platform. “I’ll miss you,” Sirius said.

            “Every day,” Remus whispered back.

            “It’s not so bad.” Sirius forced a grin on his face. “After all, we can send each other dirty messages and wank. Summer’ll fly by.”

            Remus’ laugh came out more like a sob. “Yeah. Sure.”

            “Sirius.” Regulus was there now, eyeing Remus’ threadbare robes and weathered school trunk disdainfully. “Mother will be waiting.”

            “Sure thing, Reg. Come on.” Sirius moved to wrap an arm around his younger brother, but he just slid away. With one last glance at a forlorn Remus, Sirius turned around and headed off with Regulus. “How were classes, this year?”

            “Fine.” Regulus seemed to have been practicing his aristocratic walk: straight back, chin up, eyes peering haughtily down at everyone he walked past. “Passed them all, mostly O’s and E’s. Yourself? You took OWLs this year, didn’t you?”

            Sirius shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah. Passed.”

            “Good.”

            They pushed their way through the barrier, emerging on the other side. And there stood their mother: regal in all her insanity. Their house elf was with her, scurrying forward to help with the boys’ luggage.

            “Kreacher’s so happy to have the young masters home…”

            Sirius ignored him. “Mother.”

            “Son.”

            Twin grey eyes met as Sirius and Walburga stared each other down while they exchanged preliminaries. It was with a start that Sirius realized he was taller than her: Sirius always pictured his mother as towering over him, a fearsome force to be reckoned with. Now, she just looked…short.

            “Kreacher! Have you finished with the bags?”

            Kreacher reappeared with a pop, hands and arms empty. “Yes, mistress. Kreacher dropped off the bags in the young masters’ rooms.”

            “Take them home. I have things to do.” She spared one last look at her two sons. “Behave yourselves, this summer.” Her gaze drifted to Sirius, and suddenly her lack of height was no matter in the face of the insanity that glinted behind her eyes. “We have important parties to attend to, this summer.” And with a crack she turned on the spot and disapparated, leaving the two boys alone with Kreacher.

            “Well, Reg, excited for the parties?” Sirius quipped.

            To his surprise, Reg looked his older brother up and down, as if assessing him. “Yes. The Malfoy’s and I were in some serious talks about business ventures before the school year ended, and I’m eager to see them again so we can continue our discussions.”

            Sirius’ face scrunched up in disgust. “Ugh! Listen to yourself, Reg. You can’t be…”

            Sirius had forgotten about Kreacher, until he grabbed both their arms and disapparated them back to 12 Grimmauld Place. A loud gasp filled the air, and it took Sirius a second to realize that it came from him as he stumbled in their entranceway. He spun around ready to yell at Kreacher for interrupting him, but the wretched little miscreant was already gone. Frowning, Sirius opened his mouth and turned to Regulus, but he had already gone as well, racing up the stairs to his bedroom.

            “Probably to go discuss his business ventures,” Sirius snorted. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?” He trudged up to his room, reluctant to accept his two month long prison sentence. As he walked past Regulus’ room, Sirius banged on the door. “Hey, I think I’m going to go to my room and send Remus an owl about discussing some business ventures with him.” He paused, ear to the door, as he waited for a reply. None was forthcoming, though Sirius was fairly certain he heard a quill pause in its scratching on parchment. Encouraged, he continued, “And by business venture I mean sex. So, I’m going to go to my room and discuss sex with Remus.” He paused again: nothing. “And by ‘discuss sex with Remus’, I don’t mean the discussion is just with him. The sex we will be discussing is with each other, too.” Still no response from behind the heavy wooden door. Sirius sighed, finally giving up on getting a rise from his little brother. “Yeah, well, lot more fun than discussing actual business ventures,” he grumbled, finally dragging his feet in the direction of his bedroom.

            With a heavy sigh, Sirius flopped himself down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Heavy tapestries covered the posters of muggle women he had pasted up last summer – even in the face of Remus’ frantic worries and pleas. Grumbling, he hauled himself off the bed and ripped down the tapestries, leaving them where they fell. Not like he really cared to see those squishy bodies all over his room, but he could never pass up an opportunity to irritate mother.

            Sirius settled back onto his bed, pulling the parchment out of his pocket as he did. It was glowing with a message already.

            84 days left. Hang in there.

            Love you, Pads. Love you love you love you.

            Sirius beamed down at the parchment, denying the tears filling his eyes. Reaching into his bedside drawer, he pulled out an old inkpot and quill.

            Love you, too.

            And please, don’t remind me of how many days it is. I think that makes it worse.

**

            Two weeks. Two weeks, and Sirius thought he might be going mad.

            Two weeks trapped in this house, with that woman he called a mother, and that man he called a father, and that sniveling little shit that used to be his brother. Two weeks of parties, and dinners, and dances, and fucking Kreacher bowing and scraping and sneering at Sirius every chance he got.

            Two weeks without Remus. Two weeks since Sirius had seen him smile, or laugh, or frown over a piece of parchment, or come, blissful expression painting his beautiful features even more so…

            Two weeks of hell.

            And ten more to go.

Keep going on to the second bit of this, here!