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Lunaticus Book Three: New Moon Rising	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Remus Views: 12599 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Next update will be October 12th.
Chapter Thirty-Three– Sneaky Subs

The weeks progressed into months, and with every day, every night, and every full moon that passed, Harry was witness to something truly miraculous.

He was happy.

No more drama, no more chaos, and most importantly, no more trouble.

It would have been completely perfect, save for one thing.

“Harry, are you heading out?”

Harry turned at the sound of Tavish's voice, and smiled faintly.

“Yeah, Remus should be home soon,” Harry replied, and Tavish arched a questioning brow at him.

“For all the mentally scarring times you two have been caught groping each other in the woods around here, you don't sound exactly thrilled about seeing him.”

“No, it's not that,” Harry said, and grimaced. “I love Remus, and I love being with him—” Tavish began to mime vomiting onto the ground, but Harry ignored it as he continued, “—I just feel kind of lonely, you know? I don't like being away from the pack at night.”

“Have you talked to your fair beau about this?”

“Not yet,” Harry answered, and winced a little at the withering look that Tavish responded with. “It's not that I don't want to; doing the Secrets and Lies thing caused us nothing but trouble, but Remus does this thing where if I asked for...I dunno, a pet velociraptor or something, he'd go back in time and get me one. I think he's overcompensating a little for all the shit that happened before the bond completely broke...”

“Yeah, just a bit...” Tavish snorted. “I think we all remember that fateful day that you mentioned that you were a bit peckish, and Remus commandeered the kitchens area to whip you up a five-course snack...”

“Yeah, well...” Harry trailed off as he felt himself turn red; that had been beyond embarrassing. “Anyway, I know that he doesn't like the idea of living out here—there are too many bad memories for him, and he's still having a rough time with his self-esteem and stuff. I'm just pretty sure that if I talked about it, he'd immediately agree to it to make me happy, and I don't want him sacrificing his happiness for me like that...”

“What about something less direct?” Tavish asked, and nodded towards the logs near the bonfire. Harry followed him and plopped down.

“How d'you mean?”

“Like...don't just say it outright. Just go about it in a more roundabout way. Maybe say that you're not sure the doing both thing—y'know living in both worlds full-time—would work in the long run, and see what he says. Then on the next moon, we can...manipulate him a little.”

“Do I want to know what that freaky little brain of yours is planning?” Harry asked as he arched a brow, while Tavish laughed out loud.

“Nothing weird, I promise. I just figured I could ask Fenrir to mark one of the empty cabins as claimed, and we can spruce it up a little...”

“And I can casually complain that I'm too tired to Apparate, and suggest we crash in aforementioned cabin?” Harry filled in, and Tavish grinned.

“You read my mind, mate.”

~*~

When Harry at last arrived home, he spied Remus by the window, clearly waiting for him. He warmed a little at the sight of the older man, and hurried to the door.

“You're late,” Remus remarked after they shared a kiss in greeting. “Everything all right?”

“Fine,” Harry replied, and quickly changed the subject when he noticed Remus's look of suspicion at his quick response. “What's on? It smells fantastic in here.”

“Goulash and potatoes,” Remus answered, though continued to eye him oddly. Thankfully, he didn't press Harry again. “Before we eat, I want to show you something.”

“Is this something bad that will send us into a marital tailspin again?” Harry asked mildly, and Remus snorted.

“I sincerely hope not,” he replied, “come on.”

Without another word, he took Harry's hand, and led him over to the kitchen table where a worn, partially unrolled scroll of parchment lay.

“What's this?” Harry asked, but without an explanation, Remus pushed it over to him.

“Look and see, it was here when I got home.”

Harry obeyed, and nervously picked the letter up. As he read who the letter was from, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Lupin,

With the loss of the traitor, Bryce, I am in need of someone to fill his position as one of the pack sentries.

You and I both know that you aren't fit for the position of omega, and since your last visit to us, Silas has been demoted to that particular role; one altercation too many with the pack subs.

It is yours if you want it, but you would be obligated to stay in the territory with us if you choose to accept it, given the kind of position it is.

You are still welcome to join us on the full moons if you decline.

Alpha

“What do you think?” Remus asked as Harry looked up from the letter, and handed it back to him.

“What do you think?” Harry countered, his tone neutral as he tried to hide his hopefulness. To have Remus with him in the territory full-time would be too wonderful for words, but at the same time, he did not want to do anything that might guilt Remus into accepting the job.

“I don't know...” Remus heaved a sigh and dragged his fingers roughly through his hair. “I have my job at the Ministry, which I really do enjoy, and my home is here, with you. To be honest, I'm not really certain I'm cut out to be a sentry...it reminds me too much of the war.”

“Then you have your answer,” Harry said, and reached across the table for his hand. He forced a small smile through his disappointment. “I think having you with me in the territory would be brilliant, but you have to decide for you, not me. If you wanted to do something else there...I could always use a second pair of hands in teaching the kids...a bunch of the older ones want to start a Duelling Club. I could ask Alpha if you could do that with me instead.”

Remus's eyes seemed to glint at the lure of teaching.

“I'll...think about it, Harry,” he replied uncertainly, and Harry offered him a small smile.

Harry tried to not get too hopeful about Remus's promise, but he couldn't help feeling a little giddy at the idea of teaching with Remus at his side.

I'd make him take the Defence lessons, Harry thought as he lay in bed the following morning, Remus still fast asleep next to him. He loved that job, and I think he'd enjoy teaching it again. Hermione could probably help us find a Boggart, and a Grindylow, and a Red Cap...

Remus stirred next to him, drawing Harry from his daydreams, and as his amber eyes slowly flickered open. At the sight of Harry, his drowsy, half asleep expression shifted to a small smile.

“Morning,” he said groggily, and instead of actually getting up, he wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and tugged him closer.

“Morning to you too,” Harry replied with a small laugh as he pressed up against his mate. “Sleep well?”

“Mhm,” Remus affirmed, while he buried his face in the crook of Harry's neck and began to plant soft kisses on the flesh he found there. Remus's morning stubble tickled his skin, and Harry lifted his shoulders instinctively to try and pull away from him halfheartedly. The dominant chuckled, and tugged Harry back to him.

“Stop,” Harry begged with a small laugh, “tickles.”

“Hmm...good tickle, or bad tickle?”

Remus moved his kisses from Harry's neck to his collarbone, and he laughed again as the older man deliberately allowed his stubble to skitter across Harry's exposed skin.

“Still not sure...” Harry replied, and his breath hitched as Remus's mouth dropped to his nipple and nipped at it lightly. “Remus...” he keened, and shuddered as Remus's hand pressed to the centre of his sternum, slowly snaked its way down his abdomen, and slipped under the duvet.

Remus kissed him; Harry reached up to hold him close and draw it out. The older man's hand curled around his morning wood, and he arched into the touch with a soft, pleading whimper.

“I love how responsive you always are,” Remus purred as he began to stroke him, and Harry shivered at the feeling of the careworn hand against the soft skin of his cock. “The lightest touch, and you're like clay in my hands...”

“That's not me being sensitive,” Harry breathed, his hips twitching again as Remus gave his cock a gentle squeeze, “you're just really good with your hands.”

“Is that a fact?” Remus asked as he arched a brow, and resumed stroking him. Harry moaned, his breath ragged, and he nodded weakly, two seconds before he dragged Remus into another heated kiss.

Remus shifted so that he was straddling Harry, and their hard cocks were trapped between them. Harry dropped his hand to the hot confines, and readjusted Remus's grip so that it was holding them both together.

A whispered incantation added the necessary lubrication, and Remus's hand slid over their cocks smoothly, creating a delicious friction.

Their mouths were mere millimetres apart, both breathing hard, but not quite kissing. When Remus's movements became more erratic and his hand stiffened awkwardly. Harry took over without a word, and closed the two cocks together just as Remus had, while the older man flushed in embarrassment at the way his hand had cramped up. Harry ignored it, and kissed Remus once before he fell back against the mattress, and kept up the rhythm, shuddering as he came first a few minutes later, then Remus not too long after.

The dominant slumped forward and rolled off Harry until just his arm was draped across the younger man's chest.

“No,” Harry said when Remus lifted his wand to dispel their respective messes, “I've got a much better idea for cleaning ourselves up.”

“Oh?” Remus arched a brow as he lowered his wand, and grinning, Harry grabbed his hand and tugged him up.

“C'mon, I'll even let you wash my back,” he said, and Remus's eyes lit up with understanding. Without a word of protest, he hastened to follow Harry down the hall and to the bathroom.

~*~

Harry missed his target that morning, and appeared in a tree ten feet from his desired destination.

Unfortunately, though he was in the tree, he was not above any study branches. With an ominous crack and alarmed yelp, Harry plummeted to the ground, landing in a painful heap at the base of the towering birch.

“Harry! Are you all right?”

Harry glanced up to see Tavish running towards him, but instead of looking worried, he looked like he was trying very hard to keep from laughing.

“Fine,” he replied with a groan as he sat up and picked a few leaves from his hair. “Just thought I'd test my Midair Apparition, it's a gift, you know.”

“Looks like it still needs a little work,” Tavish remarked while he held out his hand, and Harry accepted it. With another groan, Tavish helped him to his feet. “Nothing broken?”

“No, just bruised—including my ego.”

“I've got something that'll distract you, c'mon,” Tavish said in a rush, and gave Harry's hand a tug. He followed without protest, and Tavish led them straight up to the cabins.

They wove through the little village of homes, far from the Sub House and even farther from both Ulrich and Greyback's cabins. They were in an area Harry hadn't been to before, and the cabins here hugged the edge of the forest. They were older, more or less still well-kept, but carried all the hallmarks of their age. The wood on these buildings had rotted away in some places, and a few of them reminded Harry of a patchwork quilt, with clay filling in the holes made by animals and insects over the years.

“What's this?” Harry asked as Tavish finally stopped before one of the older and shabbier cabins in the area.

“What do you think?

“Ramshackle seems appropriate...”

“It's sturdier than it looks,” Tavish replied enthusiastically as he patted the side of the cabin, and it groaned ominously. Harry raised his eyebrows. “C'mon,” he said quickly, ignoring Harry's dubious look, “I'll show you the inside.”

“You think Alpha will blame me when this thing caves in on you?” Harry asked mildly, and Tavish rolled his eyes as he grabbed Harry's arm.

“Come on,” he said, and dragged Harry after him.

The interior of the cabin was no better than it had looked from the outside. It was dark, and Harry flicked his wand to cast a little light on the space, though that didn't make it look any better.

Sand and dust covered the warped wooden floor, and there was an unpleasant musty smell in the stagnant air. The ceiling was so thick with cobwebs that it looked almost white, and they continued into the narrow hall that led to the bathroom, making it almost impossible to bypass them and see the rest of the space.

“Charming,” Harry said.

“Potential,” Tavish replied.

“A wreck,” Harry countered, and Tavish scowled.

“Well, aren't you a right fucking ray of sunshine,” Tavish said as he crossed his arms. “We just need to fix it up a little. The next moon is in a fortnight; that's plenty of time.”

“A little?” Harry sputtered, “Tavish, are you mad? Fix this place up in fourteen days? The so-called insulation is nonexistent, the floor needs to be completely replaced, there's no fire pit, no furniture, probably more than a few pests making their homes in here—”

“—and we'll get a lot accomplished with an attitude like that!”

“I haven't the faintest idea how to do renovation magic on this scale, and doing it the muggle way would probably lead to a few missing fingers. Any bright ideas?”

“I could ask Fenrir to help us,” Tavish suggested, and Harry snorted loudly.

“Right, 'cause Alpha will put all his leadership duties on hold to renovate a bloody cabin.”

“You must be fun at parties,” Tavish replied sarcastically, and Harry rolled his eyes.

“Well, there is another option...” a third voice chimed in, and the two young men turned to see Adina as well as half a dozen of the unmated subs all hanging around the open doorway with smiles on their faces. “You could always ask us.”
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