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The Easter Fiasco	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1571 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CH3
Getting better was not as easy for Remus as everyone seemed to think. Remus was clean of the mood elevators by the end of that evening, but his head still swam in confusion of a world full of half-truths and scarlet air.
Madame Pomfrey informed him with an oddly low voice and wild purple hair that he had a fever. An infection was raging on inside, brought on by the stunning spells that had felled him in the Great Hall. In response, Remus slept. A lot.
Occasionally his broken, frantic dreams lifted and he found familiar faces peering worriedly down at him from beneath James's invisibility cloak. But the moments were short, and Remus was quick to fade off, taking their troubled gazes and whispered worries with him into the chaos raging behind his eyelids.
It would be a shame to die now, after he had finally found his mind, Remus felt. But he really didn't have much say in the matter. Madame Pomfrey hovered increasingly, as did Jon's presence linger more than the norm. Silence finally fell, cooling the heated senselessness of Remus's dreams and encasing him in numbing darkness. He did not wake again.
*****
Raucous laughter jolted Remus to consciousness. His eyes snapped open to blinding white, and he could feel his body pulled back by the now familiar restraints.
“You should have seen it! The kids had just walked in the door for dinner. Of course, Pete and I had gathered up the worst of the worst.” “Yeah, there was one, it didn't even have a back to it any more. It was just a fluffy face being pulled around in small circles by the front paws.” “They totally freaked out! We had left my arm there—you know, the one where Remus had bent all the fingers back. You could hear them screaming all the way out to the Great Lake!”
Remus closed his eyes, glad he was out of commission and did not have to reprimand his horrible, horrible friends. His rest was brief, Peter's next words jolting Remus greater than the loud laugh of earlier.
“So you really love him, Sirius? Even after he basically killed you?”
“Hmm?” There was a long pause, one that seemed to stretch on into eternity for Remus, and then Sirius answered. “Don't talk about that in front of him. Asleep or not, I don't need him deciding he'd rather kick my ass then be my friend. James was right. Remmy just isn't in the right place for me to be pressuring him with life bonds and shit.”
“Oh... Well, do you suppose he likes you back, then? He never struck me as the... well... Has Remus ever really showed interest in anyone?”
“You should have let it drop, Pete,” James voice warned before Sirius broke in, vehemently listing off every person Remus had ever given a second glance at.
Remus was surprised that Sirius had been paying so much attention since some of the names went back to crushes he'd had in first year. Remus had never pursued them, and his interest had dwindled as quickly as most teenage infatuations. Fourth year Remus's attention had been thoroughly caught by one person, and any other passing feeling had been stifled in the presence of Sirius Black.
Peter, rightfully cowed and wishing he had not brought the subject up at all—Remus could hear a certain squeak that meant Sirius had grabbed the boy by the arm to keep him from escaping the conversation—let out a drawn out, “Okaaaay. James, did you get that Charms homework done for tomorrow? I really need a quick review.”
“Crap! I haven't done any homework this week!” Sirius moaned, the whooshing sound of padding and vinyl announcing his theatrical fall into a chair.
Brisk high heels clicked on the stone floor. “If you boys cannot keep quiet, you will have to leave.”
“Sorry, Madame Pomfrey,” the four chorused reflexively, followed by a tense silence as Remus felt all eyes turn to him.
“Mr. Lupin, it would appear you are awake,” Madame Pomfrey said. When she came into view Remus could see a fair amount of wariness in her posture.
“I suppose I am... I'm not dead, am I?” Remus asked with a faint smile.
Madame Pomfrey relaxed slightly, reaching out to straighten Remus's hair. “Do you feel dead? I think it would be something one would know.”
“Well... I feel rather myself, if that makes sense.”
“No more odd thoughts in your head?” Madame Pomfrey pressed.
“Um... less than normal, actually. Thoughts in general, that is. Nothing seems too odd in there... Although when I was at my worst I thought I was perfectly fine. So I guess I may not be the right one to answer that.”
“But you do realize your behavior of late was rather odd?”
“Hah, yes, very much. Horribly so.” Remus sobered at the thought. “Dr. Reed wouldn't be about still, would he? I'd like to talk to him.”
“He's right outside. Let me just get a few status spells taken care of and I'll get him.” While Madame Pomfrey worked, Remus's friends hovered at the edge of sight, oddly silent. Remus eventually realized that they must be wondering how much of their conversation he had heard and how he was going to react to it.
It wasn't news to Remus. He had read the signs a thousand time through Sirius, each more unrestrained than the last as Sirius tried desperately to hide his feelings in the face of Remus's assumed naivety. How Remus felt about it... Well, that hadn't changed much, even after his bout of insanity, Remus reflected.
Remus had assumed blissfully that Sirius was too foolish to understand the repercussions of pursuing a werewolf. Remus had clung to that conclusion, hating that such a decision was there when he could barely face the fact that he was a werewolf without the freedoms everyone else was able to enjoy. But, if what Remus had heard was correct, than Sirius had known all along and had been weighing the factors. Maybe for as long as the group had discovered Remus's furry secret.
It suggested a level of responsibility in Sirius that Remus had not perceived before. It allowed Remus to think objectively of such a choice, instead of shutting the thoughts inside to wallow and twist in the fires of lust and unfulfilled love.
Remus was not the same as before, but he was himself now. The revelation that Sirius wasn't just messing with Remus's head in hopes of a wild fuck left him feeling stunned. The answer was so clear that it was frightening after so much chaos and indecision.
“Please, Madame Pomfrey, I really need to speak with Jon. And...” He tilted his head towards his friends who were still trying to stay out of sight. “I'd like some privacy.” Madame Pomfrey nodded understandingly, and then hurried the boys out of the room.
Jon arrived a few minutes late, notebook in hand. “Hello, Remus.”
“Yeah, yeah, are werewolves practically insane when they can't have their mate, or am I just imagining information you never bothered to actually tell me?” Remus asked bluntly, completely ignoring all formalities.
“Ah, you finally figured it out. I was betting another week or so—”
“Why didn't you tell me!” Remus's bonds gave a warning creak, but he kept from breaking free and strangling the smirking doctor. “If I had known I could have found a way to distinguish the conflicting emotions. I could have dealt without nearly killing everyone I love!”
Jon smiled patiently, and pulled up a chair so he was eye level with Remus. “If I had suggested that you wanted to mate with Oh-So-Serious Sirius, you would have said something along the lines of, 'He might be a good fuck, but he'd be a horrible husband,' and then never allow yourself to think about it again. The repression of any more additional emotions would have led to a very certain killing spree, mostly concerning the many students that follow that boy around like cats in heat. As it was, you were jealous of the attention he got from your own friends. You were just not in the proper mindset.”
Remus glared angrily, extremely tired of realizing that everyone around him seemed to know more about his insanity than he did. “Will I continue to be insane?” Remus asked slowly and deliberately, hoping to keep the annoyingly cheerful tone out of Jon's voice.
“Oh, nothing like before, love. The grudge is gone, thank the gods, and won't be coming back. All werewolves experience moments of irrationality when faced with the ones they love. Humans suffer the same thing, although rarely on the same scale. Jealousy, possessiveness, the annoying need to lock your mate away from all that may gaze on him... If you work at it, these feelings will not take over you actions.
“But your mate, and the ones you allow to be around the two of you must be informed about it. Otherwise things could get very awkward. The Ministry is annoyingly blasé when it comes to differentiating between a lovesick werewolf and an out of control werewolf.”
Remus processed this information, all anger and pretty much any happy thought in his mind gone. He was actually considering it. He was more than considering it. He was anticipating it.
Jon gave Remus a contemplative look, smiling gently. “You can still get hitched to me if Oh-So-Serious Sirius turns out to be just a little too serious.”
This was little consolation for Remus.
*****
Another day had passed with Remus staring at the white ceiling with nothing to occupy him but his troubled thoughts.
They still refused to release him from his bonds. Remus considered explaining that the bonds were doing little part in holding him back, and it would be nothing for him to snap the thick leather straps, but decided against it. He wanted everyone's trust back and was willing to earn it all over again. Besides, he had a feeling he would not be allowed visitors if he did such a thing, and he was anxiously awaiting his friends to join him.
Dinner arrived, quickly followed by his guests. Remus hoped Madame Pomfrey would leave, but she seemed determined to embarrass him by hand feeding him in front of his friends.
“I can finish later.”
“No, you can't. I will be occupied with a mandrake victim once leaving this room, and it will certainly take the rest of the night.”
“If you would just let one of my hands free...” Madame Pomfrey's stern stare stopped him, and Remus fell silent. There was a brisk knock on the door and Jon popped his head in. “There is a very concerned parent of a third year out here.”
“Oh, Mrs. Nord! Jon, sorry to do this to you.” She held up the fork she was feeding Remus with.
“Not a problem, Poppy.” Jon took Madame Pomfrey's place at Remus's side, winking at him before giving the mediwitch his professional smile. She beamed in relief and hurried out the door to deal with the most recent disaster.
“You kids can come up and chat. I'm sure Remus would rather talk than eat right now.” James, Sirius, Peter and Lily crowded around Remus's bed while Jon took a seat in the corner by the door.
“My god, Remus, we thought you were going to die,” Lily said with large, troubled eyes. Remus found the look reflected in the others as well—the laughter of yesterday must have been his friends' way of dealing with their worry. “After we talked you fell into a fever for over a week. I was so worried.”
“I'm okay now, Lils. I'm a tough bloke.” He wiggled his fingers in invitation and the girl took his hand, grasping hard. “Hi, Pete. I'm glad to see you came by this time.” Remus turned his head sideways, smiling encouragingly at the smaller boy. Peter still stunk of fear, but his smile was steady enough.
“She's right, you know. We sneaked in a couple nights to watch over you and you looked horrible, thrashing around and sweating. You look much better now.”
Remus nodded, not sure how else to respond. He knew he had not been well, but he felt dwelling on it would not change anything.
Sirius's face was suddenly leaning much closer, and Remus blinked, trying to get his eyes to adjust. “Siri...” His voice sounded strange in his own ears, weaker than a moment ago. Sirius smelled amazing, and it was all Remus could do to not reach his tongue out and taste the boy.
“I thought you were going to die, Remmy,” Sirius said, as if that explained why he was inches from Remus's face, breathing his air with little regard for propriety or the other people around them. Sirius's hand cupped the side of his face, thumb rubbing over Remus's cheekbone in a small circle. Remus wondered if Sirius would have dared if Remus had not been tied down, and was for the first time grateful for the restraining bonds.
“Um... I didn't. Right?”
“No, you're still alive. I wish you would stop asking stupid questions.” Sirius fixed Remus with a solemn look, then smiled crookedly. “Can I feed you?”
Remus nodded carefully, certain their faces could touch if he moved just right. “I guess... Try not to poke my eye out or anything. Apparently that's why I'm not allowed to hold a fork.” Remus breathed easier once Sirius pulled away. And then froze, as Sirius's rough fingers caught over his wrist and insinuated between his flesh and the leather.
“Want me to take them off?” Sirius asked, meeting Remus's wide eyes.
Remus shook his head, glancing at Jon. “I'm fine. You'll just get in trouble.”
“Yeah, but its not like they can stop you. We know you, Remus. This is nothing for you.” James and Peter nodded in agreement. Remus stared in disbelief. He really had amazing friends.
While Sirius was fiddling with the surprisingly sterile looking food, James grabbed Remus's free hand, an apologetic look on his face. “I should have let you yell at Sirius properly when the time came. I was stupid—I was worried for the both of you, and didn't want you to say anything you would regret later.”
Remus raised his brows. “I wasn't going to yell at him, you know. I was going to take an old table leg that was in the Shack—I had already stuck the nails in it—and beat the crap out of him.”
James blinked a few times, tilted his head to the side, and smile uncertainly. “You're kidding.”
“No he's not,” Jon called from his chair, flipping through a magazine of Quidditch. “His type are quite clear on punishment.”
James took a deep breath, but bravely did not remove his hand from Remus's. “So... what were you going to do to me, then?”
“Well, that night nothing. You hadn't done anything wrong,” Remus explained. “But after you continued to interfere, I was going to physically beat you into submission and take control of the pack. Depending on you, it could have been to the death.”
James looked to Jon for confirmation. “He's being lenient. Most would have killed you for interfering with his dog. You must be very good friends.”
“Oh... Yay.” James watched Remus closely, finally dropping Remus's hand to wail. “Don't tell me shit like that! I keep thinking you're the nicest out of all of us, but clearly you're worse than me!”
“I am the nicest out of the four of us.” Remus sighed sadly. “I only would have hit Sirius a couple of times with the table leg. Then I'd punch him a bit at a very small percentage of my strength. After I would have collected some of his hair for a revenge potion later. And then I would have cried abut how horrible I was to do it for the rest of the day, when clearly he deserved the nails for a good gory five minutes. And before you ask how I know this; I'm a werewolf. I know all about proper punishment for my dog.”
Sirius, who had been listening closely while trying some of Remus's food to see if it was as horrible as it looked, gave a whimper and clutched James's arm. Jon merely nodded approvingly from across the room and said, “Very good friends.”
While James, Sirius, and Peter stared in horror at Remus, Lily had no problem asking questions. “Why do you keep calling him your dog?”
Remus scrunched his brows in confusion. “Because he turns into a dog—”
“Oh for heaven's sake—Why is he your dog, you dolt!” Lily also had no problem yelling at Remus and hitting him on the shoulder.
“Oh... Well, because he is.” Remus faltered, not sure how to put it into words. “Padfoot is Moony's. That's just the way it is. Ever since he showed up, Moony has been pretty much mad for him. It's just the way it's supposed to be.”
“I see,” Lily said, not quite sure that she did. “So... are you and Sirius...?” She made and X with her fingers.
Remus glanced at Sirius, who had decided that looking even remotely near the bed was impossible, his face bright red as he avoided Remus's eye. Remus quite remembered what his deranged self had done to Sirius's chocolate version. And he was pretty sure everyone there had not forgotten anytime soon, unless some illegal Obliviating had gone on.
“It's a possibility,” Remus finally said.
“Oh, I hope so!” Lily cheered with glee, clapping her hands together. “The two of you are so cute together. And really, Sirius needs someone to keep him in line.”
“Uhh... well that's nice to know,” Remus said lamely. Out of the corner of his eye Remus could see Sirius stirring circles in his chocolate pudding and casting furtive glances his way. Sirius was also beaming uncontrollably.
Finally the brunette stilled his hands long enough to gather the tray together and bring it over to the bed. James moved to the other side to give Sirius some room, while Peter stared doubtfully at the food. “Is it edible?” he asked, suspicion clear in his voice.
“Not really. Well, except for the pudding,” Remus amended. Anything with chocolate was acceptable in his book,
“Pudding it is, then.” Sirius took a large dollop up and held it before Remus's mouth. There was a hidden, wicked glint in the clear eyes, and Remus was not surprised when most of the pudding ended up on his nose. Jame snickered and suddenly a dribble of gravy was across his chin, and Peter stuck a fluff of broccoli in it.
“Madame Pomfrey is going to kill you lot,” Lily said, and stuck a grape on top of the nose pudding, Remus going cross-eyed a moment to see. “Anyone have a camera?”
“While you're looking, could I please have some pudding?” Remus asked politely, the smell of chocolate a cruel tease.
Sirius complied, and with a thoughtful look he slowly smeared the spoon across Remus's lips.
Remus carefully licked, having a fair idea what Sirius was thinking about but not willing to talk about it while surrounded by his friends. “Can someone scratch my ear?” Remus asked instead. Sirius quickly reached before anyone else could beat him to it. The friends were all in agreement that Remus's ears were the best part of his exritus, and they were all itching to touch the furry triangles.
Remus, having never had his ears scratched before, closed his eyes in contentment, letting Sirius's scent wash over him. The questing fingers tangled into Remus's hair, and he looked up, finding Sirius gazing down at him with unreadable eyes. Remus thought back to the way Sirius's skin had tasted, trying to take the chocolate out of the equation and wondering how accurate it had been.
“You look ridiculous,” Sirius whispered huskily. He dipped his finger into the pudding and drew a line following the most prominent scar on Remus's face. Remus fought the growing urge to growl.
“Oh, come on—I'm the one that's going to have to listen to Poppy, you know.” Jon, who had gotten up to see why everyone had gotten so quiet, grabbed a handkerchief and assaulted Remus's face until he was free of food and stickiness. “Now Remus, have you dealt with that issue yet? I suggest you get it over with, if only because I am needed elsewhere and cannot rightfully release you until it's out of the way.”
Remus shook his bound hands anxiously. “You mean I'm not allowed free until I deal with it? What happened to not rushing things!'
“Your Madame Pomfrey is pressuring me to make things better. For some reason she does not agree with tying up students, but for the life of me I can't see why. It always seemed a reasonable solution to me.”
Jon ignored the glare sent his way, and patted Sirius on the shoulder. “Personally, I would assume you'd be all for mounting this young buck—oh wait, that one is the buck,” he amended, grinning at James, “And getting on with your life.”
“Dr. Reed, you're not suggesting...” Peter turned a shade of green, cutting himself off before he actually spoke the words.
Lily laughed nervously, and then stopped on catching Remus's expression. “I'm sure that's not what he...”
“Now hold on.” Remus snarled and sat up with a start, his bonds snapping away like paper. “I don't care how many diplomas you have, you don't get to tell me when I claim my mate. And you sure as hell don't touch him while saying it.”
Jon continued to smile, and continued to rest his hand on Sirius's shoulder. “Oh? He's not your mate yet. I don't see your mark on him. So I suggest you get on with it before someone else comes along and makes the same conclusion. And, I suggest you explain to your friends the proper etiquette of dealing with such a situation. Along with the many new awkward ones that will be arising. Now Remus, get on with it.” Jon finished in an uncompromising tone previously not heard from the man.
Remus narrowed his eyes in warning, but made no move to continue the argument. “Fine,” he huffed. 'But you're being too premature about this. I haven't even spoken with him yet.”
“Then get to it.” Jon pushed Sirius at Remus, the startled boy nearly tripping over the bed.
“It's not that bloody easy,” Remus said agitatedly, unconsciously steadying Sirius while glaring at the doctor who must have lost his damn mind. If Remus didn't know better he would have thought that Jon was challenging him for Sirius, but that was just ludicrous. Jon wasn't even a werewolf. So that meant the man was up to something, and putting Remus's life once again in the middle of it.
Rightfully, Remus was furious. “I can't just go asking him to be my mate! A little subtlety would be nice—not that you ever seem to have any clue about that, Mister poke with a foot long needle to get people's attention!”
“Umm... You could just ask me,” Sirius mumbled.
“See, he wants you to ask him,” Jon said smugly. Remus was having none of it, and he doubled his glare.
“I know you're up to something, you sadistic, sad excuse for a doctor, and when I find out I'm—”
“For fuck sake, Ask Me!” Sirius shouted. Remus continued to glare daggers at Jon, and then kissed Sirius quite.
“Siri, love, that bastard is trying to interfere. And if he does I will become very ferocious. Please stay out of my way or you will be hurt.”
“What about your friends,” Jon pointed out cheerfully. “What should you tell them about such a situation?”
“That they should slowly back away. And if they intend to help, they should make sure I know they are helping me,” Remus said in a dangerous tone.
“Should they ever touch Sirius, or push him, or even suggest harming him the way I just did?”
“Not if they want to keep their fingers,” Remus snarled again.
“What if they try to kiss him?”
“I'll fucking kill them!”
Jon shook his head. “That's not very nice. Why in the world would you do that?”
“Because he's bloody mine!” Remus was pretty sure if the man asked him one more infuriating question he was going to rip his throat out on principle alone.
“Ah, well there you have it.” Jon spoke to the others in the room, although he kept his gaze tight on Remus the whole time. “This is how you will get yourself hurt with your friend from now on. Remus is not the same predictable boy of before, but of course, he is not the crazy one we were all becoming pissed off with either. This is likely the worst you'll see him, and if you get the feeling you have created such a situation, or someone ignorant has inadvertently done the same, the very easiest thing to do is—What is it Remus?”
“Talk to me,” Remus said with such menace that those that heard would have many second thoughts before actually complying.
“Very good. Remus, I have been very inappropriate. Could you tell me how to remedy the situation?” Jon asked in his merry voice, as if he were not faced with a very angry Remus.
Remus drew out a low growl. “That depends on whether you were trying to teach my friends something important, or if you were actually trying to piss me off. Which I have a great suspicion was your intent all along.”
“What if I told you that I needed to piss you off to judge how able you are to control yourself?” Jon asked in a reasonable tone.
Remus narrowed his eyes and then turned to Sirius. “Is that what he did?”
Sirius glanced at the doctor, his blue-gray eyes losing focus for a moment as he tapped into the unguarded mind. “He wants to make sure that we are loyal to you, and this was the only way to do it... He's worried about how things will go for you in the future. He thinks we're the best chance you have... as god awful as that thought is for him.”
Sirius held his head for a moment, fighting a wave of dizziness. “Ignore him and kiss me again. I liked that much better than all the yelling.”
Remus was persuaded unwillingly by the handsome boy on his arm. But he did manage to grit out that punishment would not be necessary this time around, but the next time Jon tried something like that Remus was going to mess him up so bad the man would not know what day it was. Remus then kissed Sirius, repeatedly.
Remus glanced up at his three friends, all of them with very different emotions on their faces at the sight of him kissing Sirius. He kindly told them all to go away.
“So you're going to claim him!”
Remus pulled away from Sirius's enticing lips with a scowl, facing down Lily who wasn't remotely intimidated. “Did I even pretend to suggest that? Don't you realize how serious a life bond is? It would not be fair for me to just suddenly confess my love and demand a bond from Sirius, which is why Jon expects me to be completely unacceptable with my behavior for the time being, hence his annoying demonstration.”
“I'll do whatever I have to, Remus. Tell me what I have to do,” Sirius whispered hotly into his ear. Remus gasped at the sensation and the suggestion. Lips latched onto his neck and Remus could only groan. “Siri... I am trying to keep some form of control...”
“Make me stop,” Sirius challenged breathlessly, and Remus spun with a growl and pinned Sirius's wrists with his hands. Sirius shivered at the very controlled power that was holding him firmly in place, and met Remus's intense gaze. “...I think you should fuck me now. I think now would be a really good time for that,” Sirius murmured, placing a row of kisses on Remus's face.
“Sirius, you're killing me here. We're still in fucking school. No one is ever going to give me a job with my illness. I can't—”
“Don't you dare doubt yourself,” Sirius said sternly, a trace of disbelief in his eyes. “You are a brilliant, wonderful, loving person. And fuck the world that can't see that. It's their loss. Now enough with your misplaced insecurities. I want sex and a very painful bite on my neck, and I want it now.”
Remus smiled in growing wonder at the boy in his arms. He removed his hold from Sirius and left him to sit on the bed while Remus walked the length of the room and opened the door. “Unless you're Sirius, get the hell out.”
“I don't know, I'm feeling very serious...”
“Get out!” Peter snickered and made a break for the door. Remus turned his glare to the rest of the occupants, stopping on the doctor. Jon was looking at him sternly, and he did have a lot of degrees to shove in his face if Remus didn't like what he had to say. “Well?”
“It might be wise to speak with your parents before taking on something as final as a life bond.”
Remus gave himself a moment to consider any conversation with his parents concerning Sirius and sex, and scrunched his nose. “Rather not. All of you go away now.”
“Remus, seriously man, think about this before you—” “Now!” Remus repeated, his eyes growing cloudy. “You don't want to get in my way this time, Prongs. I'm much more together mentally and will have no qualms about that table leg with the nails.”
Paling, James held up his hands, smiling sheepishly. “Going now. Come on, Lils.”
“But I want to see...” “Lily Evans, I will not hear such crassness from your pure lips!” James said in mock anger, whispering, “We can go play you-know-where,” under his breath and tugging her beaming form out the door.
Jon lingered, still looking overly stern for the man. “Mr. Black, how do you feel about pain?”
“Uhh... huh?” Sirius looked up blankly, not sure what the man was getting at.
“Would you consider yourself a masochist?” Jon elaborated.
“Oh. Well, don't go spreading it around, but yeah, I suppose so.”
“Good, well I don't think there will be any problems then. Remus, behave yourself. He's not informed enough to be completely submissive.”
“Go away,” Remus said roughly, staring down at Sirius. Jon rolled his eyes and left, locking the door behind him. “Have fun, you two.”
*****
Once everyone was gone, Remus relaxed, leaning heavily against the closed door. “Hell, that was exhausting. Damn bastard know it all...”
Remus ran a heavy hand through his shaggy locks, eyes drawn to where Sirius was watching him intently. Sirius looked flushed and hungry, and Remus very much enjoyed how the boy's eyes were moving boldly over him.
“Hey, Siri.”
Sirius stood up slowly, taking hesitant steps towards Remus. “Remmy, I uh...”
“What?” Remus waited patiently until the taller boy had come close enough, and then grabbed Sirius by the arm and pushed him up against the door. Sirius, chest and face pressed uncomfortably into the unyielding wood, gave a groan and tried to push himself free. Remus bit his shoulder for his trouble, and pressed his full weight against Sirius's back, trapping the boy against his hardness.
“Sirius...” Remus breathed in Sirius's scent, licking up the boy's long neck and nuzzling into his silky dark hair. He could feel Sirius tremble, feel his pulse fluttering under his mouth as Remus kissed down the side of his neck. With a clawed forefinger, Remus carefully tore through the back of Sirius's shirt and pushed the material aside to kiss along Sirius's exposed back.
“I'm not easy, Sirius,” Remus murmured against the boy's warm flesh. “I'm possessive, and prone to anger and violence when I feel a threat towards my mate. I don't take betrayal well... You need to think about these things before—”
“I damn well have. Ever since I fell for you.” Sirius pushed back against Remus, turning his head to the side when the body pinning him didn't budge. “James pretty much gave me a library about the subject in the hopes of turning me from the idea. It's no good, Lupin, so I suggest you quit your stalling and shag me.”
The want and demand in Sirius's voice sent Remus's head spinning. He grabbed a fistful of Sirius's silky hair and pulled hard, arching Sirius's body back. “Fuck, Remmy... But first, I want to hear you say you love me.”
Remus smiled into Sirius neck, nipping lightly at the flesh. “Siri, you're a romantic.”
Sirius hissed, hips bucking forward as Remus began to rub his erection against his ass. “Remus... tell me...”
“I love you,” Remus whispered, feeling Sirius still.
“...Oh good,” Sirius said hoarsely, his eyes widening from hearing Remus say the words. “Because me only loving you for the rest of our lives would really suck.”
Remus released the arm he had been crushing and grabbed Sirius's hips with both hands, pulling Sirius's ass into his erection. “Which you do... love?”
“Yes... very much.” Sirius gasped as strong hands suddenly pushed beneath the waistband of his jeans. “Fuck. Sex now.”
“Did any of those books teach you how to behave?” Remus asked, fingers busy on Sirius's fly.
“Ah... well, I read it all... if that's what you mean.” Sirius turned his head back to meet Remus's eye, smiling sheepishly. “I'm rotten at being meek. Although I'll enjoy you trying to subdue me, I'm sure.”
No, Sirius had never struck Remus as meek. Without the rage from his murderous wolf to take offense, it just didn't seem like a big deal. “Fair enough.” Remus said, stepping back and pulling Sirius roughly off the wall. “Go lie on the bed.”
Sirius closed his eyes for a moment, releasing a breath slowly. He then turned and kissed Remus, letting the boy bite fingers into his shoulder and push him towards the bed. Sirius fell and hit the mattress hard. He looked up, swallowing, as Remus stood over him and pulled off his hospital shirt, leaving him in only pajama bottoms. Remus was damn hot, his scarred body muscular and tight.
“Pants.” Remus ordered, grabbing the shreds of Sirius's shirt and tearing them away. Sirius complied, kicking off his shoes, raising his hips and pushing down his jeans and, at Remus's insistent growl, underwear.
Remus grabbed Sirius's wrists, pushing his arms down into the mattress as Remus straddled his waist. “Are you sure?”
“If you ask me again, I'm going to hurt you,” Sirius growled, the noise very agreeable to Remus's ears. “Fuck me.”
Finding no room for argument, Remus bent his head and bit Sirius's shoulder, causing the boy to yelp and buck his hips up. Remus licked at the trickle of blood his teeth had caused, noting Sirius's head rolling back. Sirius gave a low moan as Remus released the boy's arms and drew claws down Sirius's sides. White marks bubbled up where his nails scratched, slowly turning pink, and then red with small droplets of blood.
“Siri, we have a small problem that only you can remedy here...” Remus murmured into Sirius's flesh. “There is no way I can stretch you safely.”
Head thrown back, it took a moment for Remus's words to sink in. “Ah, I can... If you'll let me move my arms, that is.” Sirius looked up inquiringly, licking his lips.
Remus shook his head slowly, very much pleased that Sirius knew enough to ask, and better yet, to stay. “In a moment. I rather enjoy you like this.” Remus's eye was drawn to Sirius's chest, a gold barbell glittering from the boy's dark nipple. “Siri... why is this gold?” Remus bent down and licked the surrounding flesh, biting at the metal until Sirius whimpered.
“Uh... well, couldn't quite use silver... not for who I wanted...”
“And how long ago did you get this?” Remus asked, twisting Sirius's other nipple roughly between his fingers.
Sirius groaned, head falling to the side to stare blankly at the wall. Remus kept mixing soft licks in with very sharp bites that were driving him insane. It took everything not to move his hands and grab the very sexy boy and demand he hurry the hell up. “ A bit ago... You started smelling different to me... couldn't think of much else after that.”
Remus grabbed Sirius's jaw, turning the boy's face to him. “Then where is your necklace, hmm?” He watched as Sirius's eyes darkened, his swollen lips parting to pant on Remus's hand. “You have one, correct?”
“Yes... My pants pocket.” Sirius went to sit up, but Remus shoved him back hard, crushing his body down against Sirius.
“Try again,” Remus growled, biting the wound on Sirius's shoulder as punishment.
Sirius whimpered, trying to get his mind to work as Remus's mouth kept moving hot fire over him. “Remmy, can I get up?” He asked, watching Remus's face for permission. But Remus only smirked darkly at him, honey eyes very much predatory as they traveled over Sirius.
“I don't know, Siri... Can you?” And Remus pushed him again, pinning his shoulder down hard and grinding his hips into Sirius's.
“Oh, fuck... that would be a no.” Sirius admitted readily, his body aching and very much wishing Remus wasn't wearing pants.
“Do not fucking move.” Remus ordered with a growl, before rolling off of Sirius and crouching on the floor. He found Sirius's jeans, pressing around the material until Padfoot's collar fell out of the back pocket along with Sirius's wand. Remus picked up both and pressed the leather to his mouth, smelling slowly as he rose and looked down at Sirius.
Fuck, Sirius was beautiful. There really was no better description. Sirius's long toned body was flushed, red everywhere Remus had sucked too hard, or scratched too deep into the pale skin. Currently the dark haired boy was doing his best not to move, his muscles tense, hands in fists to keep from reaching out. No, from touching himself, Remus amended, his eyes drawn to the flushed dark erection rising from between Sirius's thighs.
Remus unwound the collar and carefully slipped it around Sirius's neck. As he slid the leather into the metal buckle, he slowly drew it tight until it pinched on Sirius's throat, and resisted when the boy swallowed. Sirius was looking up at him longingly, head tilted back to give the collar room.
“Remmy... tell me again.” Sirius asked as Remus secured the collar, tight enough to feel, but not impede breath.
“I love you, Siri. Always.”
Sirius went to respond, but Remus was pulling him up by the leather now, kissing him hard and biting his lips. He handed Sirius his wand.
“You are only allowed to stretch yourself. And I recommend you be thorough. If I catch your hands anywhere else... There will be problems, got it?” Remus took Sirius's whimper as an affirmative and let the boy sink back down on the mattress. He gently touched one of Sirius's wrists, and then the other, Sirius moving them as if Remus had just released invisible bonds.
Remus moved down to the foot of the bed and reached over Sirius, grabbing his hips and pulling him down the mattress. “Put your knees up. I want to watch.” Sirius gave a gasp, but did as asked. Remus settled between the raised knees, leaning his weight on them and looking down at Sirius's very red face.
“You're embarrassed?” Remus was mildly surprised given how swift Sirius was to summon lube.
Sirius shrugged, moving his hands hesitantly down the back of his thighs. “First time having an audience for this particular thing.”
Remus smiled at that, biting gently on one of Sirius's kneecaps. “But you have fingered yourself.”
“...Yes.” Sirius breathed out slowly, breaching his first finger. His eyes fluttered shut, his focus completely on the slick digit moving in and out. He pressed deeper, bucking his hips for better leverage.
“And you liked it.” Sirius moaned, Remus's hot mouth moving down his inner thigh. He could feel the boy's rough tongue moving circles, and teeth gently sinking in.
“Y-Yes.” Sirius pressed another finger inside, his channel clenching around the two digits. “Fuck...”
Remus was carefully scratching down Sirius's outer thighs, pulling soft groans from the boy. “Because you wanted me to fuck you... ever since you got that piercing.”
“Yes... something I wish you would stop drawing out because I am fucking dying here.” Sirius growled out hoarsely, back arching and hips thrusting to press his fingers deeper inside.
“Not until you have at least one more finger in there, Siri.” Remus moved his face down to where Sirius's fingers were driving in. He breathed deep of the scent of Sirius's sex and sweat, and slowly licked his tongue out. Sirius gave a great groan at the sensation, his fingers stilling to see what Remus would do.
Remus licked at the space between the two fingers tight inside Sirius's body, and then at the stretched skin of Sirius's opening, pressing heavily until the flesh yielded.
“Oh... fuck... Remus...” Sirius panted, trying not to squirm and failing miserably. Remus grabbed his hips tightly, keeping Sirius from moving into the touch as he stabbed his tongue in roughly.
“Another finger,” Remus ordered, his voice reflecting just how close he was to losing his control. While Remus licked around Sirius's balls and the junction of his thigh, Sirius slowly withdrew his fingers, and lined three up and plunged back in. His whole body shook from the sensation, but Sirius kept pressing forward until he was buried as deep as he could get. Remus growled approvingly and licked at his hole again.
Remus carefully grabbed Sirius's palm, making sure his nails did not get too close to the tender flesh, and began guiding the boy's fingers in and out of Sirius's body. Sirius was quickly becoming unhinged, his free hand grabbing at the sheets to keep from touching anywhere else. Sirius's strong thighs were quaking, and Remus was fairly certain he would not be able to handle the position for much longer.
“On your knees, Siri.” Remus pulled the boy's long fingers out completely, and stood, watching Sirius try to process what was happening. The brunette seemed very lost, whimpering and chest heaving. Remus leaned over Sirius and kissed him slowly, until Sirius responded with some actual focus. “Come on, Siri. You're going to like this part.”
He stepped back while Sirius looked up at him with heavy lids. Remus slowly pulled the waistband of his pajama pants down, watching as Sirius's eyes widened.
“Oh fuck, Remmy... That's obscene.” Remus just smiled, kicking his pants off and letting Sirius stare with a mix of awe and apprehension at his very large erection.
“Come on, Siri. I want you bent over the bed.” Remus ran a hand over Sirius's raised thigh, and slowly rubbed his cock against the milky flesh. Sirius's eye widened again and he woke from his stupor.
“Remus, there is no way that can fit.”
Remus barked in laughter, grabbed Sirius and flipped him over with ease.
“Its a matter of fucking physics!” Sirius insisted as he was pushed down into the bed with Remus crushing down on him.
“Sorry Black, but this is non-negotiable,” Remus said cheerfully before biting the back of Sirius's neck.
“Fuck—I'm not joking! There is no way... oh... oh fuck...” Sirius's rant was stilled as Remus's hardness firmly pressed up against his entrance, and began to slowly rock. “Remus... Remmy please...”
“...What, Siri?” Remus asked, face buried in Sirius's hair and neck. He could feel Sirius very slowly opening up to him. Sirius was slick ans burning hot on the inside, and it took everything in Remus not to thrust in wildly and bury himself deep.
Whatever Sirius had wanted to say was lost. The head of Remus's giant cock was making its way through the tight ring of muscles at Sirius's entrance. It was unbearably large, unbearably slow, stretching and filling him to impossible proportions and Sirius was pretty sure he wasn't going to survive. Breathing was very difficult, Remus's body hot and heavy and suffocating him into the mattress. Dimly he felt Remus kissing his neck and shoulder, hands rubbing up and down his sides, claws gently biting in.
“You're doing great, Sirius. Fucking amazing.” Remus mumbled encouragements into Sirius's trembling flesh. He forced himself to go slow, forced himself to ignore all instinct and maddening desire and make sure he did not break the gorgeous body opening up to him. “Fucking tight...”
Sirius gave a small sob, pushing back against the intrusion. Remus groaned as he slipped deeper in, and Sirius cried out. “Slowly, Siri...” Remus went to steady Sirius's hips, but the pinned boy involuntarily bucked again, forcing Remus deeper into his slick channel.
“Oh fuck... fuck... fuck...” Sirius began to babble, head thrashing. Feeling that the last couple inches probably wouldn't make much of a difference, Remus surged forward, burying himself in all the way and reveling in the feel of Sirius's entire body wrapped around him tight. He stayed like that, hoping to let Sirius adjust.
“Siri, love... you need to relax...”
Sirius gave a shattered moan, clenching around Remus. “You... fucking... try... relaxing...”
“Oh hell, you're tight.” Remus grunted, pressing forward as Sirius clenched again.
“...Am not... You're fucking... monster... big...” Remus couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out and thrust forward, eyes closing from the sensation. Sirius made a cry of protest that Remus couldn't be arsed to care about, and Remus thrust in again and again, thoroughly and forcefully fucking Sirius into the mattress.
“Oh hell... fuck... damn you, Lupin...” Sirius gasped between shouts, his body arching and pushing back into Remus's heavy thrusts. The thickness moving inside was overwhelming Sirius's senses, the bastard werewolf insisting on hitting a small spot inside that made Sirius's nerve endings explode each time. Sirius couldn't move his limbs, could barely keep his head up.
Remus wrapped an arm under Sirius and pulled him up, trapping the kneeling boy to his chest as Remus stood over the bed. He then turned Sirius's head so that his throat was exposed. Sirius was slick with sweat, brows furrowed from the feel of Remus stretching him wide. His mouth was open wide, panting for air, and Remus leaned forward and licked the saliva streaming down Sirius's jaw. “Siri... last chance...”
Sirius opened his eyes, anger glinting. “...Fucking bite me.”
Moaning at the demand, Remus pressed a gentle kiss to Sirius's throat and then opened his mouth wide and clamped his teeth in. Sirius sobbed loudly, then whined as Remus's teeth sunk deep into muscle and flesh and drew blood. Sirius's body began to thrash as Remus's magic rushed over him, quaking like an animal taking its lasts breath. Remus tightened his arms around Sirius, holding him still, holding him down as Remus started to pump into the boy again.
Remus could feel the change as his magic began to bind Sirius to him. His senses opened up, light flashing in the back of his mind, Sirius's heartbeat heavy in his ears. Sirius was spreading his knees wider, pushing back, trying to get Remus deeper as heat and sweat and magic became all they could sense.
And then suddenly the bond was complete with an indiscernible flash of energy, and Remus removed his jaw from its death hold on Sirius's throat. He pushed the inarticulate boy down, shoulders hard into the mattress and ass up in the air. Hands tight on Sirius's hips, Remus slammed into him with abandon, pulling cry after delicious cry from his amazingly beautiful mate.
“That's it, Siri... that's fucking it!” Remus grunted, grinding into Sirius's tight heat, making sure to hit that special spot inside that made Sirius scream. “Fucking yes, take it! You're fucking mine!”
Sirius continued to moan and cry out uncontrollably into the sheets, which Remus did not take offense with. Sirius knew he belonged to Remus. He had to. Remus was driving into him so hard and deep that by the time they were done Sirius's ass would be permanently imprinted with Remus's cock. But first... first...
Remus carefully reached around to Sirius's attention starved arousal, keeping his fingers outstretched to keep claws away. He pressed his palm against the aching flesh, hearing a particularly deep and appreciative groan from Sirius at the contact. “That's it...” Remus whispered huskily, feeling the flesh pulse. “Come for me... Show me that you're mine...”
Sirius gave an aching cry, hips jolting back to impale himself on Remus's currently motionless erection. Remus grunted, thrusting forward, feeling Sirius swell against his hand, Sirius's member twitching as he came all over Remus's palm. “Yes, Siri... yes.” Groaning, Remus kept pushing forward into the clenching heat, grinding until he had Sirius's hips pinned unyielding into the mattress.
Remus gave a shallow thrust, and then another, growling deep as his orgasm tore through him and spurted into Sirius in long, heady bursts, marking and dominating the quivering flesh beneath him. “Mine, Siri... You're fucking mine...”
Sirius gave an unintelligible moan, which Remus assumed was in agreement to Sirius being his. Remus pulled himself up, carefully removing his softening erection from Sirius's hole, watching with interest as his thick seed spilled out. Gently he rolled Sirius, eyes taking in the many red marks and colorful bruises starting to blossom on the pale flesh. Especially the neck, where Remus's mark glowered red with dripping blood. The boy was beautiful...
Sirius's eyes were closed, exhausted and sore. “...Remmy?” He called, when Remus's heat left his side. It took too much strength to open his eyes, but Sirius managed, scanning through slitted lids. Remus was standing over him, looking at him with something akin to awe and agony. “Remmy... get over here.”
Swallowing, Remus nodded and pulled Sirius up the bed by the blankets, making sure he would be comfortable. At some point the bed had broken, one of the legs crushed and tilting everything at an angle. Remus ignored it and crawled in, wrapping his arms tight around Sirius and pulling him up close to rest on his chest. Sirius sunk in, kissing blindly at Remus's collar and chest.
“Siri, I love. I love you so fucking much.”
Sirius nodded and yawned into Remus's neck. “I love you too.” He slid a hand up into Remus's shaggy hair, pulling the boy's face down to meet his tired gaze. “You will never put that monster in my ass again, Lupin... Not ever.”
Remus tried not to laugh at Sirius's very determined, albeit tired expression. “It wasn't that bad.”
“...Never.” Sirius insisted as his eyes fell shut.
Remus shrugged, looking Sirius over as the boy fell asleep draped over him. Remus was pretty sure he'd be fucking Sirius in about an hour or two, depending on how much sleep Sirius insisted on needing. But far be it for him to argue with his beautiful mate. Sirius would certainly figure it out soon enough.
*****
“Because I'm a wolf, Siri, and that is all there is to say on the matter.”
“No, it is not! I have about a fucking hour of things to say on this, and you are either going to do as I ask, or have to listen to me!”
A half eaten Easter bunny gimped its way around a pile of dirty clothes, nearly tripping James who was running through the dorm to change for his date with Lily. He eyed Remus's bed, the curtains drawn unusually early for the day, and tried to judge if he was about to hear something that would require running and self Obliviating his scarred mind afterwards.
Thankfully, it just sounded like the two were bickering. Probably about Remus suddenly being followed around by dozens of students that had become big fans of his wolf ears and tail. Remus was having difficulty learning the glamour to charm them hidden. Very likely because Sirius insisted on helping, which meant mind scarring incidents that James had been trying very hard to avoid.
“Guys,” James called out loudly. “I need to change. Please do not do anything while I'm in here.”
“Prongs, perfect!” Sirius yelled in triumphant. Remus's bed curtains were suddenly pulled aside, and James quickly covered his eyes just in case.
James had thankfully not seen the events in the hospital room the two boys had been left in overnight. But he had seen the aftermath of broken furniture and demolished bed, and was very much terrified to one day see first hand how such an act could happen. James had also had the privilege of hearing Madame Pomfrey cursing his two friends out, as well as the doctor that had allowed it to happen while looking over the mark on Sirius's neck.
“Relax, I'm dressed.” Sirius grabbed James's arm, pulling him over to where Remus was still lying in bed, very much not dressed except for a sheet around his hips.
“Pants!” James ordered hastily, turning his back to Remus's small grin.
“I'm not getting dressed for this,” Remus said grouchily. “This is Siri's problem, not mine.”
“Oh, I am making this your problem, Lupin,” Sirius snapped, and then turned to James and pulled him around. “Explain to him. He can't keep going around chasing everything that looks at me, and yet allow himself to be fawned over like that!”
James rolled his eyes. He had been right. “I am not getting in the middle of this. If Remus doesn't want to tell anyone you two are a thing, than that's up to him.”
Remus shifted, glaring suddenly at James. “What the hell is that supposed to me? I left a mark the size of two fists on his neck. I was very clear we are a thing.”
James shrugged, meeting Sirius's exasperated gaze. “Remus, there are no other werewolves in this castle. The message is a little lost on a bunch of horny teenagers.”
“...Are you suggesting that someone has approached Sirius?”
“No!” James and Sirius both shouted hastily, hands raised up to somehow stop the angry thoughts growing in Remus's head.
“Moony, gods no. Since you two, er, hooked up, no one has given Sirius the eye. I swear.” James assured, waiting until Remus visibly relaxed. James was pretty sure even if anyone did have a thing for Sirius, they would be greatly deterred by the strong musk Remus had managed to cover his mate in. How that scent had gotten so thoroughly ingrained in Sirius, James refused to think about, but it did tend to turn most people off from being around the boy for long.
“Alright, clearly Sirius has a point here, Moony. You're oblivious to the sudden attention given to you, and you don't know how to let people know you're spoken for, even if all the animals in the area are very well aware.” James turned to Sirius, who once again was looking smug. “How do you want him to fix it?”
Beaming, Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out a leather collar very similar to the one Sirius had started wearing all the time.
“I'm a wolf, Siri. No!” Remus scowled, folding his arms over his chest.
James just looked at Sirius incredulously. “Sirius, how the hell is that going to help? These are people we're talking about.”
Sirius ignored James's question, stalking towards Remus with a very determined look in his eye. “Remmy, you are my wolf. And I want the bloody world to fucking know so they will stop looking at you. Wear the fucking collar.”
Remus took a deep breath, glaring at Sirius through lowered lashes. Sirius was damn stunning when like this, angry and stubborn and not even close to realizing the things Remus wanted to do to him.
Remus snatched the collar out of Sirius's outstretched hands, and sniffed it hesitantly. It was leather and Sirius, nothing else. There was a black metal tag hanging from it shaped like a crescent moon, with 'Moony' inscribed. Sirius had put some thought into the gift. Growling, Remus slowly wrapped it around his neck, hoping it would be too small. It wasn't. He flicked the clasp in place and let it sit on his neck, glaring again at Sirius.
“James, get the hell out of here.” Remus said abruptly, watching Sirius's eye darken at the implication.
“Like hell. You two can wait until I change.” James really hoped they could wait. He quickly jumped over to his trunk and grabbed a fresh shirt and pair of jeans, changing as quickly as possible.
“Curtains!” James squawked, turning his head from where he had caught a heated peak of Sirius's gasping face grabbed by Remus's hand and being crushed into the mattress inches from where Remus's sheet was slipping low. James thought to grab a comb, and then thought better of it when Sirius made a very indecent noise and Remus responded with a rough growl. Covering his ears with his hands, James walked out of the room, looking straight ahead and nowhere else.
There would be no living with the two of them for a while, that was all there was to it. James was probably going to have to get a room of his own. Or send the two of them out to the Shack.
James smiled to himself. His two friends being out in the doghouse; it was clever and suited. He patted his pocket for the picture he had snapped of the Sirius and Remus that morning when asleep together and not indecent, and pulled it out. It would be great blackmail material in the upcoming months. And when the novelty wore off James would put it with the rest of his collection of photos that Lily was insisting he make an album out of.
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