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TITLE: Research and Development Part II; Research

AUTHOR: StarryGazer

EMAIL: foppagal@yahoo.com

PAIRING: Harry/Remus

RATING: R

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DISCLAIMER: Belongs to JKR. No profit. No infringement etc.

SUMMARY: Harry wants Remus. Remus wants Harry. It should be
simple, right?

CATEGORY: (Drama / First Time / Humor / Hurt-Comfort / Romance)

BETA: ShadowPhoenix

NOTES: Thanks to�music please�the phenomenal !ShadowPhoenix! for
being my beta and idol. I could not be happier with the help she gave me on
this one, unless it came with a serving of Jason Isaacs au natural. I
mean; you couldn�t beat that with a stick�or perhaps you could, I don�t know,
maybe your tastes run that way. Who am I to judge? Where was I? Ohs. Ss. So,
ShadowPhoenix deserves much kowtowing for her most excellent editing.

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Harry groaned when he heard his uncle call his name the
second time. He had to get up. Uncle Vernon was using his
�I�m-completely-pissed-at-you-but-we-have-company-that-can-kick-my-chubby-ass-so-I-won�t-quite-show-it�
voice. Harry wondered briefly who was there, before slipping his glasses on and
yanking a pair of pajamas bottom up. He still had on a white T-shirt from last
night, and wasn�t even going to bother with his hair. He stumbled downstairs,
still drowsy, his face crumpled with sleep.

He quickly became wide awake when he saw Remus standing
in the front hall. Shit. Of all the people to walk in when he looked a mess,
and of all the members of the Order to be sent now, of all times�after
Harry�d wanked off last night but before he could grab a shower�it had to be him.
After he�d wanked off fantasizing about Remus, no less. Shit.

�Er. Shit.� He hadn�t exactly meant to say it out loud,
but really couldn�t think of anything else to say.

Luckily, Remus just smiled a little. �I�m sorry to take
you by surprise, Harry, but I just received an owl from Albus this morning.
Evidently, he�s most anxious for you to get going on those Apparating lessons,
so he sent me to get started right away.� The youth was beautiful, and Remus
was both appalled and devoutly grateful he�d been given a glimpse of the boy
outside of his robes.

�Erm. Oh.� Brilliant contribution to the conversation,
Potter, Harry chided himself. What are you going to do for an encore?
Shuffle your feet and hope he thinks it�s a tap dance? �Um. Are we training
here, then?�

�No, we�ll
actually be heading over to Diagon Alley. Um. I can give you a few minutes to
change, though.�

�Ah�actually, would you mind if I took a quick shower?�
Harry bit his lip; reopening a gash he�d given himself last night.

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�That just fine, I
think we�goodness, Harry, what did you do to your lip?� Remus came closer, and
Harry started backing up the stairs.

�Oh, that. It�s nothing�I�bit it. Is all.� He was
scrambling now, lucky not to land on his butt on the landing, but Remus
followed him all the way into his bedroom.

�You bit it? That badly? Here, let me have a look.�
Insistently, the werewolf took the boy�s face in his hands and leaned down in
the dim light. Suddenly, they both froze. The smell of Harry�s release was
thick to Remus�s sensitive nose, and he realized why the boy wanted a shower so
badly. Also, though, there was the smell of blood. Which did nothing for him,
but�to have bitten himself so hard?

Harry trembled under his former professor�s strong hands.
Lupin�s lips were mere inches away, and Harry could feel his soft breath on his
face. He had to fight a wild urge to say, �Please kiss it and make it better.�
His eyes fell shut when Lupin came closer.

Remus licked his lips, looking at the thin trail of blood
running down Harry�s chin. What�now I�m getting Vampiric urges to go along
with my wonderful werewolf drives? Good God, though�why the hell does that seem
so erotic? He beat down his desire to lean forward and gently capture those
poor, ravaged lips with his own, instead running an unsteady thumb along the
lower lip. He felt that tender flesh shiver at his touch, and Harry softly
pursed his lips, turning Remus�s action into a kiss pressed against the digit.
Harry paused and looked up at him, with those great, sad, fearful eyes.

The boy jerked back. �Sorry,� Harry whispered, shaking
his head, his lips pulled in, in shame. He glanced down at the thumb, and his
eyes widened. �What happened to your hand?�

Remus flinched,
instinctively drawing it behind his back. He�d left it unhealed for one good
reason�a reminder, for when he had to visit Harry today. This is what
happens when you lose control, it read. And this could happen to HIM, if
you lose control again. He let out an unsteady sigh. �Accident,� he said
hoarsely, and was at a loss to comprehend the way Harry�s pupils expanded. He
remembered that the boy must be handled delicately. It wouldn�t do to alienate
him by letting him think Remus was angry over the kiss�only to his thumb, at
any rate. And I�ll never wash it again, he joked to himself. Harry was
looking at his feet now, ashamed. Remus had to reassure him. Yeah,
right. Any excuse is good enough now, isn�t it?

Remus cut the thought off at its knees and swiftly pulled
Harry forward, kissing him lightly.

The man had put a great deal more thought than he would
have cared to admit into that kiss. He could not simply ravish the boy�s mouth,
shouldn�t even touch him there�it would be considered inappropriate�would be
inappropriate. And he couldn�t kiss him on the cheek or the head�Harry might
consider that patronizing. Instead, he pressed his to to the youth�s temple,
and then pulled Harry�s hand up, and grazed the knuckles with his lips. He
couldn�t seem to stop. He turned Harry�s hand over, and kissed the palm,
trailing a finger down the boy�s life line. �I�m not at all angry with you,� he
whispered.

Harry shuddered with pleasure. That voice, those hands�on
his palm! who knew his palm was that sensitive! and those lips! Those
lips had never touched him before. He felt his body react to the sensory
experience, and he started to become panicky. He dimly heard Lupin say, �Go
take your shower. I�ll wait here,� before he rushed off to get cleaned off�and
jerked off, as well, Harry supposed, discomfited.

Lupin watched the boy grab some clean clothes and hasten
out of the room. He�s in quite the hurry to get away from me, isn�t he?
he thought sadly. Guess I overdid it. Well, you great lump, that�ll
teach you to keep your lips to yourself. He sat forlornly on the bed,
tapping his fingers together and trying to pretend he didn�t feel sorry for
himself. Sighing, he glanced down and saw whitish streaks on the sheets. Blushing
a little, he pulled the covers up over them.

Well, he mused ruefully, at
least you know he wasn�t doing that with someone else. He grimaced a little
at the unworthy thought. After all, Harry deserved happiness as much as anyone.
Certainly, he deserved it far more than Lupin did.

Remus squirmed a little, as a mental picture of Harry
engaged in last night�s activities popped into his head. It struck him that the
boy had likely been occupied doing the same thing he himself had done, and
probably around the same time. He shifted uncomfortably on the mattress again,
aware that he was becoming aroused. Well, with a werewolf�s heightened sense of
smell, the perfume of sexual activity almost made it impossible not to
be. He tried to tell himself that this, at least, was not his fault.

And since it was the smell of Harry, and Harry had done
it, and this was Harry�s room�could he really help imagining Harry as he was
last night? Head thrown back against the mattress�eyes half-closed with lust,
as he fantasized about�well; who knows what he imagined�not Remus,
certainly�lips parted, breath coming fast and sharp through his mouth�sucked in
past his teeth, over his tongue and down his throat, before being exhaled
quickly once aga�

�Professor Lupin?� Harry was in the doorway, his lean
chest bare and glistening.

Remus quickly moved his hand out of his lap and stood
jerkily. �Erm. Yes? Ah�all�sh�showered, then? Ready to go?� He was rattled�God,
there was no way the boy could miss that fact�and his voice was all scratchy
again. He swallowed frantically a couple of times, trying to clear the
coarseness away.

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Harry blinked. God, that VOICE again. Why does he have
to DO that to me? He fervently desired to be back in the shower, and wished
he�d just said �to hell with it� and got it off, instead of hurrying back so
Remus would not get too bored. Or notice that Harry�d already got it off once
recently�on the bed. �Um, yeah, sure. Just about, anyhow. I need a different
shirt, though; this one�s gotten too small.� He held up the offending piece of
clothing. Trying to ground himself in reality, Harry shook his head, and
droplets of water flew, some of them spattering against Remus, who looked
stunned. �Gosh, I�m sorry!�

He comes out of the bathroom, half
naked and dripping wet, and thinks I could become tEASTEAST bit upset with him
for making me a part of his male supermodel shaking-the-water-out-of-his-hair
impression? �Erk. Ah. No problem, Harry. Now. If you�d like to pull out
your Firebolt, I�ll hit you with the Disillusionment Charm and we�ll be in
business!�

�You mean�we�re flying to Diagon Alley?� Harry
couldn�t keep the hope out of his voice. Remus smiled at him�that same sweet
smile that he�d given Harry the day before, and it caused the same funny flip
in Harry�s stomach.
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