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A Curious Nature	By : CondemnedForLife Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 28002 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter world or its characters, or the Twilight world and its characters, and I make absolutely no profit from writing this story.

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Summary: For the Black-Lupin family, Forks is a second chance at life and at love for a group of war-damaged teenagers and their parents. Post-War. Harry/Jacob

Pairings: Jacob/Harry, Remus/Sirius, Seth/Draco, Embry/Theo, Hermione/Blaise, Ron/Neville.

Category: Harry Potter/Twilight

Genre: Romance/Family

Rating: M/NC-17

Warnings: Mature themes, slash, gay (male/male) relationships, some angst, drama, gay sex, crossover, canon for books one to four and AU after that.

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�We�re lost!� Sirius exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest.

�We�re are not lost Sirius,� Remus replied patiently, although he was beginning to despair himself.

They had entered the small town of Forks only twenty minutes ago. From what they could see through the torrents of rain it appeared to be a small, but quaint looking town. The main street was occupied by a grocery store, a flower shop and a sports equipment shop with a small range of other shops in between. The entire town was also surrounded by forest in every direction. It was exactly what they had been looking for. Somewhere quiet and inconspicuous where they could all escape from the Wizarding World.

�How could we get lost in a town with a population of less than three thousand?� Sirius moaned.

�What was the address of the house again?�

Sirius rummaged in his leather jacket and pulled out his wand, followed by a half-eaten chocolate frog and a partly chewed dog bone. Remus rolled his eyes. His lover who was often worse than Hagrid for holding onto the strangest things.

�I have it,� Sirius proclaimed triumphantly as he brandished a wrinkled piece of paper. �No wait, that�s a receipt from that shop we stopped at in Port Angeles. Wait maybe this is. . .no that�s . . . I have no idea what that is but I am definitely throwing it into the bin.�

�You lost it,� Remus said flatly, peering through the windows. They appeared to have left the main part of Forks behind because they were now travelling on a small road that he presumed led to another part of Forks. �Sirius, we�re supposed to meet the real estate agent at three �o clock.�

�I haven�t lost it, I�ve just . . .misplaced it. I�m sorry Remus,� Sirius pouted at his lover who rolled his eyes again, but visibly softened.

Remus was relieved when he glimpsed more houses up ahead but frowned when he saw that it seemed more like another village altogether. He stopped the car in front of what appeared to be a grocery store.

�I�m going to ask for directions,� Remus said, chuckling when Sirius eagerly jumped out of the car to stretch his legs.

The animagus joined his lover and they walked towards the small shop. As they got closer it became obvious that it might be more of a café than a shop. There were chairs and tables placed outside and despite the pouring rain a number of dark-skinned boys were lounging around on them in nothing but shorts or trousers.

When Sirius and Remus approached the boys turned curious eyes upon them. In a split second, when Remus met the eyes of what appeared to be the oldest boy he felt his normally dormant wolf rise his head and a growl started in his throat. The moment disappeared as quickly as it had come when Sirius shook his head sending water flying in all directions, including on the boys.

�Sirius,� Remus scolded, although he was resisting the urge to do the same thing. Canine habits die hard after all.

�Its ok man,� one of the boys laughed. �I don�t think we can get any wetter if we tried.�

His words got a shout of general agreement from his friends although Sirius and Remus were aware that they were still under scrutiny. The boys� eyes, while curious were wary and suspicious. Remus held out his hand in hopes to portray a friendly image, his nose twitching at the strange scent he felt coming from them.

�My name is Remus and this is Sirius,� the werewolf indicated to his lover who gave the boys a cheerful wave. �We�re kind of lost.�

�Lost?� the oldest boy let out a bark of laughter even as he leaned forward to shake Remus� outstretched hand. �How can you possibly get lost here?�

Remus shrugged and flushed but glared at Sirius. �Someone lost the address.�

Sirius wasn�t paying the slightest bit of attention to his lover. His gaze was fixed on a black motorbike parked a few feet away.

�You like it?� Another boy jumped up off his seat to approach Sirius and beckoned him to follow. �She�s a beauty isn�t she? I built her all by myself.� The two were now standing in front of the bike.

�I had one myself when I was younger,� Sirius began and Remus tuned him out. When Sirius started to talk about his beloved motorbike he could go on for hours. The only ones that ever listened to him were Harry and Blaise who both longed for motorcycles of their own.

Remus turned back to the group of young men. They weren�t really boys, he mused staring at them. Their shirtless state left nothing to the imagination and he could clearly see the muscled biceps, the six-packs and the strong chests.

�We�re supposed to be meeting a real estate agent at a house known as the Old Willow,� Remus told them.

The name had stood out for him when he was reading the list of houses available in Forks. While his time as a werewolf was never pleasant, the Whomping Willow held some great memories for him.

The young men exchanged wide-eyed glances. �Your buying that place?� one of them asked.

�We�re hoping to,� Remus replied.

�Well you don�t have to got too far. The Old Willow is here in La Push. You just have to go down to the end of the road there and take a left. Your house in at the end of the road and it�s the only house there. You can�t miss it.�

�Wait,� Remus interrupted, puzzled. �I thought the house was in Forks?�

There was another glance between the young men. �La Push is a Native American reservation,� one explained. �Forks is only a few miles away. You probably got mixed up. I�m Jared by the way. That�s Sam, Embry, Quil, Paul�s the grumpy looking one, and Jake�s over there talking to your friend.�

Remus nodded at them all, still looking confused.

�You ok dude?� Quil asked.

�Its just,� Remus paused before deciding that he might as well come out with it. �We didn�t realise this was a reservation and I doubt you allow um-�

�-your kind,� Sam finished off for him, before shrugging. �It happens. Not often but as you mean no harm we don�t object to it. You�ll probably have to see the tribal council sometime today though.�

Remus sighed in relief and nodded. The last thing they needed was hostility from the people who already lived here. The boys were happy to inform him where he could find the tribal council.

�You�re both from Britain aren�t you?� At Remus� nod, Embry grinned. �I thought I recognised the accent. No offence, but why would you move from one of the wettest, coldest countries in the world to the wettest, coldest places in the world?�

Remus smiled at the genuinely curious question but Sirius returned before he could answer. The dark-haired man was practically vibrating with enthusiasm and Remus could only hope that he kept that energy until they got into bed tonight.

They both bid goodbye to the young men behind them and climbed pack into their rented car.

�That was great. He sure knows his stuff,� Jake sighed, grabbing Seth�s can of coke and chugged back the entire thing in one go.

�Hn,� Sam grunted non-committedly.

Jake glanced at the anxious faces of the rest of his pack. �Great, what now? The only time Sam grunts like that and the rest of you mope means that something is up.�

�Jake, don�t tell me you didn�t�t smell that,� Sam growled.

�Sam-,� a warning growl was his only answer. �Alright I smelt it, Remus smells like a wolf he smells like us but that doesn�t mean anything. He couldn�t really be-�

�-one of us? Then why does he smell like us?�

�Come on Sam, he�s a pale-face. Its probably just a coincidence,� Jared said. �How could he possibly be one of us?�

Same shook his head. �Fine. You�re right. Come on, Emily�s expecting us for dinner.�

They stood up simultaneously, eager at the thought of consuming Emily�s muffins but Quil�s question had everyone groaning.

�So who do you reckon tops?�

�Quil!�

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Unaware of the conversation taking place behind them, Remus and Sirius were glad to finally know where they were going on. �I can�t believe we�re going to be living right beside the sea,� Sirius said, as he gazed out at the Pacific Ocean.

Remus smiled softly at his mate�s happiness and hoped that their adopted children would feel the same way. The sea quickly disappeared from sight when the trees on either side of the road grew more dense, only reappearing now and again in spaces between the foliage. To Sirius the road seemed to be never-ending and just as his patience was finally wearing out they turned a corner and a house came into view.

Sirius breath hitched as they caught a first glance of their new home. A high stone wall surrounded the entire house and the vast gardens. The large black gates built in to the wall were opened and they drove straight through. When they had read the description of the house it had said large gardens, but this was unbelievable. They had at least three acres in land at the front and sides of the garden, which was all enclosed by a ten foot wall. The wall stopped before reaching the back of the house where the garden became dense forest.

Remus placed a hand under Sirius� chin and closed his mouth. �Come on Sirius. She�s waiting for us.� He gestured towards the woman in an expensive looking suit who was waiting by the front door of the house.

Sirius stumbled out of the car and gazed up at the house. It was a large two-storey house built with wood and he was grateful it hadn�t been painted. He loved how the house seemed to almost blend in with the scenery. As they made their way towards their realtor Sirius stopped short.

�Oh, Remus,� he whispered and pointed at the house�s namesake. The willow was a beautiful and majestic tree. Very old by its height and the vines that nearly swept the ground and Sirius was hit with memories of another, more violent willow tree.

Remus clasped his lover�s hand and held onto it as they greeted the real estate agent. She was a middle-aged woman, not beautiful but still striking. Her dark blue, almost black eyes caught their attention and she smile warmly at them when she held out her hand.

�We�re very sorry we�re late,� Remus apologized, first he then Sirius shook her hand.

�Nonsense,� she waved off their apologies. �Its only by a few minutes. You could be an hour late as long as it meant somebody was finally buying this house. I�m Marissa by the way.�

�While we�re outside I might as well point out the vast gardens. All the area within the walls and several acres of the forest at the back belongs to this estate. You can see that the house also comes with a garage that can fit up to three cars.�

Marissa led them into the house which immediately opened onto a large hallway. She led them through a large door-less archway and into a huge sitting room. �As you can see the sitting room is extremely large, which appeals to most people. It has a lot of space to work with and the French doors over there open onto a patio and the garden at the side of the house.�

She paused by a large fireplace that both men knew their charges would love. They had a habit of gathering around the fire in the common room. �This fireplace can be removed of course, that�s entirely your choice. As you can see there is no door for the sitting room and it�s like that for most of the rooms downstairs. This is what turns most people of this house, the general openness of it. Although doors can be installed you would first need to fix the walls because the archways wouldn�t hold a door.�

They followed her through another archway that led into the kitchen. It was roughly the same size as the living room, furnished with steel counters and cabinets, as well as room leftover for a table and chairs. There was a large kitchen island in the centre of the room. A door on the left side of the kitchen led to the utility room and a small bathroom.

�There is also a smaller room that can be made into what ever you wish, a den, a study or a bedroom.�

Remus had to drag Sirius away from that room before he began devising what he wanted to turn it into. The werewolf didn�t even want to know what the ex-convict/ Marauder would come up with. He doubted it was something he ever wanted to face.

�All the bedrooms are upstairs,� Marissa called back to them as they thumped their up the wooden stairs.

Carpet, Sirius mouthed to Remus who nodded. Carpets would definitely muffle the sound of the wood for those who wanted to sleep in the morning opposed to those who wanted to get up early.

�Now, there are six bedrooms. The master bedroom, another ensuite bedroom and four other bedrooms. All are roughly the same size apart from the master bedroom which is slightly larger.�

They followed the perky realtor into the master bedroom which both men easily fell in love with. It was a large room with a built-in closet and a joined bathroom. While Marissa described the features of the large bathroom Sirius and Remus� eyes were drawn to the window that spanned the length of one wall where the willow�s branches were so close that they almost touched the window.

Sirius sighed contently when Remus wrapped his arms around him from behind.

�I love it,� Sirius whispered, even as he spoke the rain which had eased off began to pour down again. Sirius laughed and felt the movement of his lover�s chest against his back indicating that he was chuckling too.

�Even with all the rain?� Remus whispered, his lips pressed against Sirius� ear and smiled when the dark-haired man gasped.

�Even with all the rain,� Sirius confirmed.

A soft cough let them know that Marissa had returned from the bathroom. The two men took their time pulling apart reluctant to remove themselves from their rather intimate embrace, but wanting to see the rest of the house. The next room she led them to the ensuite bedroom which had a view of the front garden.

�This should be Hermione�s room,� Remus murmured to Sirius who raised an eyebrow inquisitively. �She�s the only girl. The boys will have to share the other bathrooms then.�

The last four bedrooms were more or less the same apart from the fact that each had a different view. They were all fairly large in size and looked more open due to the fact that each wall consisted of floor to ceiling windows.

�So what do you think?� Marissa looked nervous, obviously hoping to finally sell the house. They were standing in the hall downstairs having completed their tour of the house.

Remus and Sirius exchanged a quick glance, then they both nodded. �It�s perfect,� Sirius declared happily.

�Oh, thank God,� Marissa sighed. �You have no idea how hard this place was to sell.�

�How long do we have to wait before we can move in?� Remus asked.

Marissa blinked, then grinned and pulled out a key. �As soon as you want. I have the key right here. All we have to do in sign some papers and I�ll need your bank account information. I have all the necessary forms in my car.�

Sirius gave Remus a push in the realtor�s general direction, knowing that his partner knew far more about muggle forms than he did. �Thank Merlin you convinced me to set up that muggle bank account,� the animagus whispered into his lover�s ear just before he left. He got a wink in return for his whisper and then they were gone.

Sirius sighed, turning away from the door and entered the living room. He knew that it was important that they saw the house before buying it but he wished they hadn�t needed to leave the kids behind. As much as they were out of harms way (well, as much as they could be in Dumbledore�s presence) now that the war was over, Sirius still didn�t feel comfortable without them near him where he could protect them. He was sure that Remus felt the same. His lover could be extremely protective at times. And possessive.

Sirius jumped at the sudden feeling of arms around his waist and Remus chuckled into his lover�s hair even as he inhaled the scent that was pure Sirius.

�We need furniture,� Sirius said suddenly, his voice echoed in the empty room.

Remus made a vague questioning noise.

�For the house,� Sirius elaborated. �It�s completely empty. We need . . .stuff.�

�Sirius, we can buy furniture later-�

�No,� Sirius cut him off. The dark-haired man turned in his lovers arms to face him. �We need furniture. We need the house to be welcoming. We need it to be a home when Harry and the others. . . We need furniture,� Sirius� voice trailed off as he buried his head into his the taller man�s shoulder.

�Ok, Sirius,� Remus said softly, stroked his mate�s hair. �We�ll get furniture.�

A soft cough interrupted them for the second time in less than an hour but this time the two men didn�t move apart. Remus looked at Marissa who looked embarrassed at their embrace, nevertheless she was taking it in her stride.

�I have your cell phone number,� the realtor addressed Remus, who once again thanked Merlin for Hermione, �and I�ll call you in a few days to confirm whether or not the money has gone through but hopefully there won�t be any problems.�

�Thank you,� Remus replied, �however there is one more thing you could do for us.�

At the woman�s nod he continued, �Could you tell us where the nearest furniture store is?�

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�Maybe leather? Black leather? But is that homey enough? It kinda screams sophisticated or something doesn�t it? So maybe. . .�

Remus listened patiently as his lover rambled about what fabric their couch should have while dragging him through the parking lot towards the shop Marissa had given them directions to. What did it matter if it was leather or felt as long as it supported your weight when you sat on it? Remus didn�t dare say this to his picky lover though. As much as Sirius attempted to distance himself for his biological family, there were certain things that he couldn�t escape and like all Blacks, Sirius wanted the best of everything. It was something that Remus, who had survived on a very small amount of money after leaving school, just didn�t understand.

However, the Black accounts were filled to the brim with Galleons, Sickles and Knuts. Add the compensation Sirius had received from the Ministry because of his false imprisonment and it left the animagus very well off. Remus had long ago given up attempting to persuade Sirius against giving him money as his lover would not be deterred. Sirius had convinced him before they left England to transfer a substantial amount of Galleons into muggle money, something that he was now very grateful for.

Sirius jumped when the automatic doors of the shop made a binging noise and slid open.

�How does it do that?� Sirius whispered anxiously to Remus.

Remus glanced at him and contemplated explaining technology to Sirius, then snorted derisively at the absurd idea and simply said, �It�s a muggle thing.�

Sirius didn�t look satisfied with his answer, but they were approached by an eager looking salesman before he could reply.

�Can I help you?� His tone was polite but Remus saw the disdainful glance he cast at their joined hands and tightened his grip on his dark-haired mate.

Sirius was either ignoring the look or oblivious to it. Most likely the latter.

�We just bought a new house and we- well we need a lot of stuff.�

The salesman�s eyes lit up at the amount of money he would make from the commission of their sale. It appeared that his love of money overrode his homophobia.

�Well, we can certainly help with that. We have a large selection of furniture, all of which can be home delivered. . .�

Sirius soon tired of the man, whose tag labelled him as Adam and wandered off to where the beds were displayed. The beds were all fully made, giving customers a general idea of what they would look like. Every bed that caught Sirius eye was given an experimental bounce before being dismissed. Choosing his and Remus� bed was something that he was gone to take very seriously, live up to his namesake as it was, because he intended to spend a lot of time there in the not so distant future.

Remus had quickly discovered that despite his dislike of gay men, Adam knew exactly what he was doing. This store not only sold furniture, but carpets and tiles as well and provided service for fitting them.

�Remus. Remus!� Sirius bounded up to them with a large grin.

Remus bestowed his lover with a bemused smile and quickly found himself be dragged away.

�I found us the most perfect bed!�

Remus opened his mouth to reply but all that came out was a �Oof� as he was shoved down onto said bed. He immediately melted into the soft mattress which seemed to actually mould itself around his body. The animagus grinned at his lover�s blissful look and sank down beside him.

It was a king sized four poster bed, no surprise there with Sirius having grown up in a Wizarding household where four poster beds were almost as common as house-elves. The framed of the bed was made of a dark wood, possibly oak, and had was finely furnished with elaborate carvings on the headboard and the posts.

�Trust you to pick the most expensive bed in the shop,� Remus grumbled good-naturedly after he saw the price tag. Even so he snuggled down further into what Moony was quickly labelling as �his� territory.

Sirius pouted and those huge, dark brown eyes on his lover and Remus immediately groaned. �I wasn�t even going to try and persuade you to buy anything else so don�t turned those Padfoot eyes on me.�

Sirius gave a cheeky grin in reply and Remus� breath caught at the beauty of his mate. He didn�t care what anyone said, Sirius Black was just as beautiful after Azkaban as he had been before he went in. The animagus began to flush at the feral look in his partner�s eyes. Unfortunately, or not considering the fact that they were in public, Adam made his presence known again.

�I presume you have chosen this one?�

The bed was already decided on and soon a pair of bedside tables in the same wood were also chosen. There was no need for a wardrobe considering the large built-in closet in their room ,but they still bought a chest of drawers and Sirius insisted on buying a vanity table. Remus merely stood by, watching his lover try to pick out the perfect one. No, Sirius was still as vain as he always was and Azkaban certainly hadn�t changed that.

�What next?� Sirius asked eagerly after the perfect vanity table had been chosen.

�More beds,� Remus replied. At Sirius blank look he elaborated. �For the kids.�

�Right,� Sirius nodded, then looked around thoughtfully before frowning. �But we have no idea what they want.�

They had begun to manoeuvre their way through the beds as they were speaking and Remus leaned down to speak quietly to Sirius so as not to be overheard by the following salesman. �Why don�t we buy the same bed for all of them and then let them transfigure it if they want something different?�

Sirius agreed that that was the best idea and they quickly decided on a double bed with a maple wood frame. They got bedside tables for each of the rooms as well as a chest of drawers with the same wood. It was decided that anything else their wards needed could be bought at a later date.

With the bedrooms finished with for now, they moved onto tables and chairs for the kitchen. The most difficult part here was finding a table that would fit everyone. They had gotten used to having most meals with the entire family everyday. It was a good chance to talk about the day and keep everyone close. It was also something that Sirius and Remus didn�t want to change when they all moved to La Push. Eventually Remus convinced Sirius to settle on a large dining table that seated six after reminding Sirius that they could charm it to make it larger.

A sheepish Sirius and an amused Remus wandered into the area of the shop where the living room sofas and armchairs were displayed. The amount of people living in the house meant that they would need several sofas instead of merely one. Sirius personal dilemma over a leather sofa or a more �homey� sofa was soon resolved when he discovered a combination between the two. It was a contrast of bi-cast leather and chenille. The outer frame of the couch was a stylish black leather, while the inside was made up of light grey, chunky chenille seat and back cushions. They bought two corner sofas, one ordinary two-seater sofa and three large comfortable armchairs all of the same design.

With all of the main furniture decided upon there was only the small things left. They picked mirrors for the bathrooms and bedrooms, a coffee table for the living room and a small table for the hall. When that was finished Sirius went along the shelves further in the store picking up cups, plates, bowls and cutlery for the kitchen. While he was happy to help Sirius pick out linen for the bed and curtains for the rooms, Remus decided to leave him to it when he started eyeing the paint cans in one aisle. Instead the werewolf wandered off, his attention captured by another item of furniture and after much deliberation he put two large, oak bookcases on the growing list of items to be delivered to their new house.

Sirius chuckled when he saw what his lover had ordered. �Two?� he laughed. �Between you, Hermione and Theo our family has the three biggest bookworms that ever attended Hogwarts!� He changed the two to a six with a quick wave of his hand and went off still chortling, leaving a frowning Remus behind him. He didn�t have that many books. Did he?

Finally after several hours, they were only minutes away from freedom and Remus can practically taste the fresh air again. All that was left was to order what carpets they wanted and the werewolf was leaving that in his lover�s hands.

�No red or gold,� was the only thing Remus warned, knowing that no matter how much Draco, Blaise and Theo had warmed up to the Gryffindor house, going up and down a scarlet covered stairs everyday would eventually drive them mad.

Though still sulking, Sirius had chosen a white carpet for the living room which, considering Ron�s messy eating habits, might not have been the best plan. A dark blue carpet was chosen for the stairs and hallway and a dark red was chosen for their bedroom. Remus� stern look made Sirius smirk.

�What?� he defended. �It matches the hangings for our bed.�

A gleeful Adam presented them with their bill when they were done and Remus signed their new address where required so that they would know where to deliver their furniture to.

�Someone should be out to put down your carpets tomorrow,� Paul informed them happily. His behaviour towards them had warmed up considerably the more they bought.

Sirius hefted one of the boxes he was carrying over his shoulder while they walked towards the car. They were bringing the smaller things that bought with them as there was no need for the delivery men to take them. Once they were finished placing lamps, kitchenware, linen and curtains into the trunk of the car, Remus straightened up and locked the car again.

�We�re not going home now?� Sirius asked, looking both disappointed and tired.

They had port keyed to Seattle this morning, rented a car there and had been driving since then.

�Not yet,� Remus said, apologetically. He kissed Sirius in apology who quickly responded and opened his mouth eagerly to tangle his tongue with his lover�s. Remus broke away and licked his lips at the sight of Sirius� flushed features and swollen lips.

�We just have one more place to go.�

The sandy-haired man pulled a pliant Sirius into the electronics store, a few shops down from where they had just been. The animagus giggled at the automatic doors this time, but frowned when he saw what kind of shop he was in.

�Remus, what kind of place is this?� he hissed, proceeding to give the washing machine near him a suspicious look and sidled closer to the former professor.

�It�s an electronics store.� Remus sighed at Sirius� black stare. �Remember how I was telling you that muggles work things using electricity? Yes, well everything in here works that way and we need some of them.�

�Why?�

�Because we�re trying to fit it with muggles and the only thing we have in our house that�s even remotely muggle is a fridge. If anyone come into the house they�re going to find that strange.�

�Why would people be in our house? I don�t want people in our house.� He sounded petulant now and Remus rolled his eyes before looking at him.

�Sirius, we moved here to get a fresh start and hopefully, after a while, the kids will want to meet people, to make friends and maybe even to invite people back to their home.�

Sirius grumbled a bit more, then reluctantly nodded. Remus wrapped an arm around his small waist and sighed to himself. Sometimes he wondered if Sirius had ever aged emotionally past the twenty year old he had been when he was thrown into Azkaban. His eyes were haunted and old far beyond their years, just like Harry and Theo�s, but his demeanour was often still of a teenager who was just about to become an adult.

They were once again ambushed by a salesperson, a woman this time, who ran an appreciate eye over both, causing Sirius to tighten his grip around Remus� waist possessively. She merely grinned at their close stance.

Wonderful, Remus thought dryly, from homophobe to fan girl.

Sirius kept close to Remus as the taller man explained that they had just moved house. He did not trust one of those dish washy things to not start moving all of a sudden. They did that sometimes. Arthur Weasley had told him so.

Remus bought a dishwasher, a microwave, a kettle, a toaster and a number of other items they would probably never use. Wizards were very lazy considering. All this was done with Sirius hanging onto him, hand clenched firmly in his sweater. That was until they reached the televisions, where the same thing was playing on nearly every screen.

�The plasma screen really is the best. . .�

Remus eyed the large, black, flat television thoughtfully and frowned when he felt a tug at his sleeve.

�What is it Sirius?�

�Remus, there are-are people in that box,� Sirius was looking at him with such a stricken expression that Remus nearly burst out laughing. He held it in however, feeling guilty when he remembered how long Sirius had been imprisoned in a small cell in Azkaban.

The saleswoman was staring at them in confusion.

�I�m sorry. He�s a bit anti-social,� Remus lied. �He doesn�t get out much and technology freaks him out a bit. Could we have a minute alone please?�

The woman left quickly eyeing Sirius as warily as he had eyed the various machines in the store. It took fifteen minutes to convince Sirius that there wasn�t any people trapped in the boxes and another ten to explain the actual idea of television. When he was finished Sirius was looking at the screens again, but this time with more curiosity than wariness now that he knew that Remus wasn�t planning on buying some kind of muggle cage.

The saleswoman, who had been hovering idly nearby, returned when Remus gestured towards her. With her help Remus and a still rather reluctant Sirius bought a plasma screen television with a DVD player installed in it, as well as a Playstation 3. The sandy-haired man shot Sirius a quelling look when it appeared that he was going to ask what it was. In all honesty, Remus had no idea what it was. All he knew was that you could play games on it and that some teenagers enjoyed it. The fact that it game with two free games was an added bonus.

The two men carried the television in the box between them while the saleswoman followed them with the Playsation. Together they placed the large box into the backseat of the car while the games console was put in the trunk with everything

�Thank you,� Remus replied and slipped some money into the young woman�s hand before she returned to the store.

Sirius was already in the car with his seatbelt on when Remus slid into the driver�s side.

�Can we go home now?� There was a definite whine in Sirius� voice now, but Remus himself felt exhausted so he didn�t confront him about it.

A soft snore ten minutes later alerted Remus that his mate had fallen asleep. Snuffly noises escaped the ex-convict�s mouth as he twisted in his seat before settling back down again, his head pressed against the window and long hair covering his face. A faint rumbling noise surprised Remus before he felt the twinge in his stomach and he smiled wryly. He and Sirius hadn�t eaten since this morning and a hungry, tired Sirius was not a happy Sirius.

Remus deliberated stopping at a grocery shop or simply ordering take-out. Remembering that they were going to be staying in the house the next few days while the furniture arrived, it would make more sense if he stocked up on food now. He pulled up outside what looked like a promising store. It was small and inconspicuous, just like the shops Remus visited back in Britain. Very few people wanted a werewolf entering their store. It was bad for business.

Sirius was still in a deep sleep when Remus left the car and he was unwillingly to wake him. The former professor locked the car doors and placed several powerful protective charms around it. He was not taking any chances where his mate was concerned even if it was unlikely that they would be attacked in the muggle world.

The shop was just like Remus had imagined. Small and slightly cramped with just enough room to move between the rows of shelves. The employees seemed friendly enough though and pointed Remus in the direction of the steaks. He licked his lips happily at the thought. Moving quickly, he bought the essentials and was back at the car in less than fifteen minutes.

Sirius nose twitched when he got back into the car and one brown eye blinked open slowly.

�Food?�

Prepared, Remus held out a bag of potato chips, a mars bar and a can of soda before starting up the car again. The drizzling rain had started to become heavier and Remus turned on the radio to a what he believed was a rock station, before quickly changing it to the classical. Beside him Sirius has started to crunch away on his junk food, both eyes closed again and as soon as he was finished he drifted off again.

The werewolf sighed at his lover�s ability to fall asleep anywhere even as they pulled up outside their new house. He gave the animagus a small shake to rouse him, then cast an Impenetrable Charm on both of them before stepping out into the rain. He took one look at the items in the trunk before waving his wand, transferring everything into the living room. Doing everything the muggle way was seriously overrated.

Once they were in the house it was agreed on that Remus would get a meal ready-magically while Sirius would transfigure their new toaster into a temporary bed. It would be uncomfortable no doubt, but it would have to do.

While the vegetables were chopping themselves, Remus pulled out his new cell phone and rang the first number in the contacts.

�Hello?� Hermione�s soft voice answered.

�Hermione, it�s Remus.�

�Oh, hi Remus. How�s Washington?�

�Very like Britain. Wet and cold.�

Hermione giggled and then sighed. �We all miss you both already.�

Remus� throat closed for a moment before he hoarsely replied, �We miss all of you as well. We�ve bought the house, but I�m afraid that we won�t be home for a few days at least. Other things have to be sorted out.�

Remus could hear noise in the background now and presumed Hermione was telling the rest of them about Remus and Sirius� delayed return home. �Take as long as you need. We know that you�re doing this for all of us.�

�How is everyone?�

�Fine. We just had breakfast. Well, some of us did. Blaise and Neville are still in bed. Professor McGonagall had to go back to Hogwarts to sort out something though.�

The knife chopping the carrots spun dangerously as Remus froze. �She left Albus alone?�

�Um. . .yes? But it�s alright. I�m keeping an eye on Harry and Professor Dumbledore. Honestly both of them are terrible influences. Mostly on each other.�

Remus was panicking now. Harry left on his own was a shy, but powerful young man who simply needed some confidence. Dumbledore left on his own was a powerful and well meaning, if not slightly crazy, old man. The two of them together however, for some reason became mischievous and ill-behaved, coming up with the most insane of ideas.

�Wait, Harry I don�t think that�s such a good idea,� Hermione shrieked. �I saw that in a movie once and- no Ron don�t . . . never mind. . .�

�Hermione?� Remus absently waved his wand and the chopped vegetables went flying into the saucepan that was hovering over the oven.

�Uh. . . everything is fine. . . I think. Harry and the Headmaster just found some of Fred and George�s fireworks and convinced Ron and Draco to set one off. . . inside the kitchen.�

�What?!� Remus gestured at Sirius, who had just entered the kitchen, to set the table for their food.

�I�ll call you back later Remus,� Hermione sounded rather anxious now. �Don�t worry, the kitchen will be as good as new by the time you get back. Give our love to Sirius.�

Incredulous, Remus stared at the cell phone in his hand, the dialling tone it admitted indicating that Hermione had hung up.

Dear Merlin, what the hell had they been thinking, leaving Albus Dumbledore minding teenagers?

�Everything alright?� Sirius had dished out their dinner and was already digging in.

�Albus and Harry,� Remus replied as though it answered everything.

�Ah.� It did.

When they entered their bedroom a half an hour later, Remus was relieved to see the transfigured bed already made up with their new linen. He blinked rapidly when Sirius bit his lip sensuously and took a hold of Remus� belt loops. The animagus slowly pressed his entire body against his lover�s and licked a trail from the taller man�s collar bone to his strong jaw line.

�I thought,� Sirius whispered into his left ear, then tugged on the lobe with his teeth, �that on our first night here,� he peppered kisses across Remus� cheek, �we should commemorate it,� he unfastened his lover�s belt and moaned when two strong hands clenched on his waist, �by christening,� a whimper as Remus� hand dived beneath his loose slacks and grabbed hold of two, firm butt cheeks, �our bedroom,� he finished with a strangled gasp as a calloused finger stroked over his hole.

�I couldn�t agree more,� Remus growled. He removed his hands from Sirius� pants and grabbed his thighs to lift him up. Their mouths connected in a tangle of teeth and tongues when the animagus wrapped his legs tightly around Remus� waist.

Sirius cried out muffledly when his trapped erection rubbed against Remus� firm stomach as they walked towards the bed and he squirmed in his mate�s hold to get more of the feeling. They tumbled to the bed intertwined, panting for air as their mouths separated. The sandy-haired man knelt between Sirius� widespread thighs and hot flash of desire and love heated his stomach when he stared at those flushed cheeks and the rapidly rising chest.

�What do you want?� Remus asked, running a hand down the inside of Sirius thigh until he reached his straining arousal which he began to caress.

The dark head was flung back in passion, hair spread out over pale blue sheets and his hips rose in a plea for more.

�Remus. . .� Sirius keened, his eyes tightly shut at the intense, burning feeling.

�What do you want Sirius?� The hand rubbing him was firmer now and it felt so good.

�I want- I want you to make- oh,� Sirius whimpered as his zipper was drawn down and a hand delved inside his pants.

�Say it.�

�I want you to make love to me,� it came out in a rush and with it came a bright red flush.

Remus smirked even as he leaned down to cover those pouting lips with his own once again and his hands yanked both pants and boxers down in one fluid movement. �Of course, Sirius.�

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A loud knocking sound woke Sirius the next day. The weight around his chest and the warmth against his back were both familiar. Remus. He opened his eyes and blinked in confusion, before groaning at the sunlight that temporarily blinded him. Merlin, why hadn�t he hung up the curtains last night? He rolled away from the warmth of his lover and the covers, then whimpered when the slight ache in his lower back made itself noticeable. Oh, that�s why.

The noise that had woken him began again and Sirius staggered to his feet, looking around blearily for the clothes that had been tossed away carelessly in the midst of their vigorous encounter last night. He tripped over something and recognised it as Remus� shirt. Ah well, it would do. Finding a pair of pants was more difficult, but he eventually located his own under the bed. With a quick glance back to confirm that his partner was still sleeping undisturbed, which he was, Sirius hurried downstairs to answer the door.

There was a tall man with a mop of curly, auburn hair standing on the other side of the door and his expression indicated that he was annoyed. It cleared soon after Sirius answered.

�Sorry. I was a bit mad, thought they had given me the wrong address,� his voice was gruff and reminded Sirius of Hagrid, although he was rather confused about who the man was.

Obviously, seeing his puzzled look the man elaborated. �I�m Thomas Weber, Tom for short. We were supposed to put down carpet in your house today?�

�Already?� Sirius asked, even as he stifled a yawn.

The man grinned at him. �You two spent a small fortune in that shop yesterday from what the gossip�s saying. They wanted to do everything possible to make sure their customers stay happy.�

Sirius returned the grin, albeit more weakly. Merlin, he was tired. �Come on in then,� Sirius beckoned.

Tom yelled out a name that sounded something like Chris and another man jumped out of the van parked in the front of the house that Sirius had only just seen. Both men whistled when they caught sight of the inside of the house.

�Jesus, looks like a mansion,� Tom said admiringly, and Sirius smiled proudly.

They followed him into the living room where Sirius told them the white carpet was to go.

�Hope you don�t have any kids,� Chris grunted, glancing around the sparse room. �Not with a colour like that. It�ll be black in a few days.�

Sirius grinned at the thought. �Nope, no small kids. Seven teenagers though.�

�Seven teenagers?� Tom whistled sharply. �I have one, a girl and she�s quiet enough. Can�t imagine having seven.�

�They�re all adopted,� Sirius replied, while leading then out to the hall and stairs where he wanted the blue carpet.

�You and your husband adopt them all?� Sirius could hear no maliciousness in his voice and was grateful for that. He presumed that people had spoke about them after they left the shop yesterday.

�Yes,� his reply was still short.

Tom and Chris merely nodded and after asking them politely whether they wanted anything to drink, Sirius left them to go make breakfast. As much as he agreed with Remus about giving their charge a fresh start and learning to live like a muggle there was just some things that Sirius was not prepared to do. Attempting to make coffee in that muggle machine was one of them. So after casting a Muggle Repelling charm at the door, he set about making fried eggs, sausages and bacon as well as coffee in a decidedly magical fashion.

Tom and Chris had returned from the van with a large roll of white carpet and were talking when he came back into the living room after finishing breakfast. From all the muggle equipment they had with them, Sirius could see that it was not as easy as he had thought to put down a carpet. After informing them that there was coffee and food in the kitchen if they wanted it, he left them to it.

Bearing a cup of coffee and breakfast was probably the best way to wake a tired werewolf up. Well, second best, a good blowjob undoubtedly came first. Sirius set the tray of food and cup down by the bed while he sat on the end of the bed and gazed at his lover. The other man must have been exhausted if he slept through the knocking on the door and the smell of food, especially with his enhanced werewolf senses.

Brushing a stray strand of hair away from his mate�s forehead, Sirius� bent over and placed a soft kiss on the slightly wrinkled brow. He pulled back to see a pair of sleepy amber eyes blinking at him and he leaned forward again for a kiss, ignoring both their morning breath.

�I bought you breakfast,� Sirius panted when he pulled back.

�I�d much rather have you for breakfast,� Remus growled, pulling Sirius towards him but the other man shook his head.

�Sorry, no can do. The men who are supposed to put in the carpet are already here and I don�t think they�d appreciate your sex noises.�

�My sex noises?� Remus gaped even as he accepted the offered food. �You�re the loud one.�

Sirius merely hummed, pulling open the small suitcase he had brought with him. Having not realised that they were staying any longer than a day, he had brought only a small amount of clothes with him. Grumbling he pulled out a pair of jeans and a black sweater and disappeared into the bathroom where the sound of a shower running were soon heard.

�Remus.�

Said man looked up at the sound of his name only to gasp at the sight of a naked Sirius standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

�Maybe if your quick eating your breakfast, you could join me in the shower.� With a wicked grin and a lewd sway of his hips Sirius departed back into the bathroom, with an eager werewolf hot on his heels, toast still in his mouth.

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�How�s it going?� Tom and Chris both raised their heads at the sound of Remus� voice.

�Not too bad. It�s pretty much a square room, not many corners so it�s not that difficult. Stairs are another matter altogether.�

Remus laughed at that and introduced himself to the men who returned the favour. He left them to their work and followed his nose, which told him that his mate was in the spare room, where he had transferred all their purchases the night before.

�I thought we might as well put everything where it should be.� Sirius was sitting in the middle of their various possessions. �And then we could paint the hall and stairs.� Remus agreed and soon they were settled in the kitchen where Sirius was happily deciding what was going where. The taller of the two was happy to sit on the counter, sipping coffee and watching his other half bustle around the kitchen. He had quickly got the hang of the microwave, having already known how to use a toaster and a kettle.

�Not interrupting are we?�

Tom and Chris were standing awkwardly in the doorway.

Remus smiled in greeting. �Break time?� At their nods, he held up the still warm coffee pot.

Sirius waved absently in their direction, opening a drawer to put in dishtowels, humming a Weird Sisters song while he did so.

�Do you have any idea when our furniture will be arriving?� Remus asked Chris who was drinking the magically made coffee with a blissful expression on his face.

The man shrugged and smirked at him. �In the next day or two I�d say. You two made quite an impression with the amount of money you spent.�

�Always did like making an impression,� Sirius laughed. The other men joined him in.

�How�s the living room coming?�

�Fine. It�s slow work, but it always is.�

Their lunch was soon over and while Chris and Tom returned to the living room, Sirius and Remus gathered up the cans of pale blue paint they were painting the hall and stair wall, in addition to the paintbrushes the had bought and the sheets they had conjured to protect the floors from splatters.

�I hate painting,� Sirius moaned, clutching his aching arm after an hour of the activity.

Remus chuckled at his misfortunate mate, who slapped his arm indignantly.

�Don�t laugh at me. I�m not a muggle. I�m not used to such difficult labour!� Sirius blew his hair out of his eyes. Then turned thoughtfully to Remus who had returned to painting. The animagus licked his lips and slowly ran a hand over the other man�s arm. The werewolf rolled his eyes when he felt Sirius press his chest against his back.

�We could always use a Sticking charm on the paint.�

�No.� But Remus shivered at the hand rubbing across his stomach.

�Please.� A belt undone, a zip pulled down.

�Sirius. . .� the warning was half-hearted at best. A hand grasped his hard cock and stroked.

�Chris and Tom are. . .�

�I don�t like you saying other men�s names when I�m giving you a hand job.�

Remus moaned when a warm hand stroked him, starting slow and then speeding up as his breath quickened. A second hand reached around to cup his balls and Sirius rubbed his own hard on against his mate�s ass.

�Faster.� The hand around him tightened and sped up, stroking his arousal in hard, fast tugs.

Sirius whimpered in the back of his throat, stimulating his erection by rubbing it against his lover�s cloth clad butt. They came almost simultaneously. Remus stifled his groan with his fist as he erupted over the hand fondling his and Sirius bit the shoulder in front of him, coming inside his pants.

Several cleaning charms and one happily cast sticking charm later and Sirius was sprawled happily on their new carpet while Remus said goodbye to Chris and Tom. Thankfully, neither man had noticed anything about the speed in which the hall and stairs had been painted. The living room was finished and the two men would return tomorrow to start on the stairs and hall.

Sirius sighed as he curled further into the soft carpet. He would really love a bone right now, but Remus would probably be back to scold him about that impromptu hand job any minute. The black-haired wizard couldn�t wait until his kids were here. Remus tended to be too distracted by them when they were around to give out to him when!

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�No, we can�t do this tomorrow Sirius,� Remus replied to his lover�s question. �We should have done this yesterday.�

Sirius allowed himself to be dragged into a small wooden cabin which they had been told members of the tribal council could be found.

�Can I help you?�

Remus looked towards the speaker. A tall man, in his late fifties or early sixties. Weathered russet skin and a mane of silvery-grey hair made fro a striking image and the werewolf immediately stretched out his hand.

�Good evening, sir. My name is Remus Black-Lupin and this is my husband Sirius.�

Sirius, who was examining a long, wooden spear in a glass case with keen interest, waved absently towards the native man who�s lips quirked in a small smile.

He took Remus� hand and shook. �Pleased to meet you. Names Harry Clearwater.�

�Cool,� Sirius exclaimed, bounding over, �my godson�s names is Harry.�

Remus barely withheld a groan. �Excuse him.� He tried to smile at Harry but felt it came out more like a grimace. �He has yet to grow up.�

Sirius� protest was drowned out by Harry�s deep chuckling. �Its good to see men keeping their enthusiasm all the way through life. It should be encouraged.�

�I like him,� Sirius whispered.

�Now, how can I help you gentlemen?�

Sirius shook his hand as well. �We�ve recently bought a house in La Push,� he explained, �except we didn�t know it was on a Quileute reservation. We thought we might need permission from the tribe if we wanted to stay here?�

Harry frowned thoughtfully and rubbed his chin. �Well, we don�t usually have pale-faces living on our land,� he winked at them, �but my son was one of the boys you met yesterday, Seth,� both wizards recalled a bouncing, grinning boy, �and he told me that you�ve bought Old Willow.�

�That�s right,� Remus confirmed. �We have seven adopted children so we needed a big house and it fitted all our needs. We were hoping that. . .�

�You could stay here?� Harry smiled knowingly. �I don�t see any problems with it. If any complaints come to us, we�ll hear both side of the stories. If your family respects our culture and land then I see no reason that anyone might object to your moving here. Especially since you bought the Old Willow.�

Remus and Sirius both breathed a sigh of relief. �Thank you so much,� Sirius replied happily.

�No worries. And remember if your having any problems to come to us and we�ll see what we can do.�

�Will do. Thank you again.�

The two wizards headed out of the cabin in good humour, unaware of the way Harry�s eyes narrowed and lingered on the back of Remus� sandy hair.

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