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Disclaimer: Remus and Charlie are not mine. I'm just borrowing them for my own sordid purposes.

Dedication: For Kitten, and for everyone who has reviewed it! Believe me, this story will keep on going till the end. :-D

Author's Note: Okay folks....this is what you all seem to have been waiting for. Drunken Remus!!!!! I hope it's everything you hoped for and more. ;-) Oh, and the little Sirius reference will be gone into further depth in later chapters, do not worry. I don't ever leave anything unexplained. Except of course the tea kettle incident in my "Deathsong" series. But that's a whole nother kettle of fish... Oh, and Kitten, I had to. I couldn't leave it completely out. It's become ingrained now. I'm sure you'll catch it...

Beautiful Stranger
Chapter 5

"Are you ready?"

The words sent a jolt of shock through Remus. Was he ready? Ready for what, exactly? As far as he knew, alcohol and werewolves were never a good mix. He didn't know exactly what would happen, but he had heard rumors and read a few things on the subject. And everything pointed to disasterous consequences.

//You could hurt him....badly...// Remus reminded himself. //Alcohol is an uninhibter. I've spent my entire *life* inhibiting myself. What's going to happen when I let go?//

"Er...I'm not entirely sure." He said, quietly. //I can do a lot of damage, even in my human form. The strength is still there. And sometimes I think the bloodlust that's the mark of a werewolf is there too, just waiting for an excuse to come out. There's a reason I'm so 'docile'. If I weren't....//

"Having doubts?" Charlie said, raising an eyebrow. "We have to do this somehow, Remus. I agreed to this, I'm well aware I could be putting myself in a pretty dangerous situation here. I've been in dangerous situations before. I've got my wand, and if it'll make you feel better I've got a bullwhip around here somewhere."

"I would feel safer if you were fully armed, yes." Remus agreed. //A bullwhip and a wand...that should be enough to restrain me, if I do lose control. I'll trey my best not to, but...//

"Okay. Let me get it out." Charlie jumped easily out of his chair, and began rummaging around in the closet. "Pour yourself a drink, while I'm getting it. It shouldn't take *too* much to get you tipsy, I've got some strong stuff and you're not a drinker. Try the gin....aha! This should help. And if worst comes to worst, I'll just cast a sobering charm on you."

Remus glanced over his shoulder to see Charlie rising, long black bullwhip in hand. He shuddered, involuntarily at the site of the coiled leather. He hated whips, had since he was a child. There was simply something....barbaric about them. Perhaps it was the animal inside of him that had an instinctive fear, but whatever it was he forced it aside. He had committed himself to this.

//You need this. For your own peace of mind. You cannot go on, the way you are. You'll break, one way or another. Dear God, I hope this works...//

Rising and smoothing his borrowed sweater, he found the drawer Charlie had indicated. Inside were a few bottles of liquor, and he picked up a few before finding the half empty bottle of coarse gin. He picked it up, nose wrinkling already at the smell. Sirius had always liked to drink. And he had never been picky about what he drank, as long as it got him drunk.

//Not that you should be complaining about Sirius' drinking. It benefited you, in the end, didn't it? Sirius certainly would never have done *that*, had he not been drunk.//

Remus held the bottle by the neck, glancing about for a glass to pour it into. He didn't see any, and wasn't sure if perhaps they were in a drawer.

"Where are your glasses?" He finally asked, rather then start rooting through Charlie's things.

"Glasses? Aw hell, just drink it out of the bottle. Everyone else does." Charlie waved a dismissive hand, dropping back into his chair and sprawling there. Remus nodded, his throat closing against the impending liquid. He could imagine how it would taste, just from the foul smell of it. Regrets were still assaulting him, and he gripped the neck of the bottle tightly, fighting with himself.

//This is a bad idea! This is the stupidest thing you have ever done...well, not the stupidest, but certainly right up there. Do you *really* want to be responsible for anything that may happen? On the other hand, Charlie is well armed and equipped to handle the situation. Just do it...//

He unscrewed the top of the bottle, choking back a wave of nausea. The smell of it really was disgusting to him. Was that because it was a generally foul smelling thing, or was it his heightened senses? Either way, he truly did not want to drink it. //Hold your nose.// Taking his own advice, he pinched the bridge of his nose, and lifted the bottle to his lips. It struck him as odd, that he was having his first drink at age 36...

//Dear lord and I thought the wolfs bane potion was disgusting!// Remus coughed, doubling over, having difficulty swallowing. He choked down a large mouthful of the stuff, gagging. Holding his nose had dulled the taste, but it didn't dull the burning sensation in his throat. And it really did taste awful. Sour, and bitter and it scalded his throat. He could feel his eyes watering from the sting, and his breath came shortly.

"Uh...try sipping next time, buddy, not chugging." Charlie called from across the room, amusement coloring his voice. Remus felt himself flushing. //Perhaps I should've drank slower. And not quite so much. My lord, that's unpleasant!//

"Point...taken." The werewolf rasped, wiping his mouth. //This is vile. Even if I wasn't a lycanthrope, I wouldn't drink. It's sickening!//

He sank down into the other chair. "How long until I begin to feel the affects? Or should I drink some more...?"

"No! We'll see how this works...we want to get you drunk, not passed out." Charlie was holding the whip casually across his lap, wand in hand.

"Oh. Good." //And people do this often? How can they stand it? This has got to be one of the worst thing's I've ever put in my mouth. It's foul and rank and utterly revolting. And I think I'm going to be ill...//

"Feeling anything yet?"

"Like I'm going to vomit." Remus said, glumly.

"You drank too much in one go, that's all. I threw up my first time getting drunk, too. It was me and Bill, and we were only teenagers. Mum and Dad were visiting our aunt...They'd taken our brother's with them, Percy was only 7, I think. Anyway, we snuck a bottle of brandy, I think it was. Split it between the two of us. Bill got roaring drunk, and so did I. Then I got roaring sick. That was...an interesting experience."

"Oh?" Remus tilted his head, interested.

"Oh, first time getting drunk and all. We're lucky we didn't break anything. We basically just stayed in our room. And I didn't get drunk for a while after that. Least not with Bill." Charlie shook his head with a grin, chuckling slightly. Remus blinked, his head feeling thick. //Oh dear.// His stomach was a bit upset, and thoughts were having difficulty forming in his mind. //This can't be good. This can't end good. Well. Can't end well. Aw, hell...// He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Can we open a window..." he was out of his chair and heading over to the window before Charlie had even answered. The room suddenly felt extremely stifling and thick. He was finding it hard to breathe. He wrenched open the window, thrusting his head out into the cool night air. The deep breaths cut at his throat, a stark contrast to the burning sensation he had so recently felt. He decided his throat would be decidedly sore the next morning. It already felt like sandpaper. He gripped the edges of the windowsill, head hanging limply. His mind was rather blank, and he was thankful for that. Thinking took too much effort. He concentrated instead on the way the wind felt on his flushed skin. Had it really been that hot in the apartment? It certainly felt so. But the biting wind felt nice, and he closed his eyes, breathing heavily.

"Remus? Are you okay...?

The voice caused him to whirl around. He focused his eyes on Charlie, who was now standing. A low growl rose in his throat, and he really couldn't attribute it to anything. It was purely instinctual. He found himself dropping to the floor, crouching, shoulders hunched forward and spine arched. //Get a hold of yourself, Remus!// But 'getting a hold' seemed to be beyond his capabilities. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. //You aren't an animal...quit acting like one...//

"Fine." He snapped, his head dropping down as he spoke. His body was tingling, and charged with energy. //I thought drinking made one sluggish?// A small part of his mind was still capable of rational thought. But the majority of his mind was slipping into a feral haze. //This is why we don't drink...//

"Okay. You do realize your eyes have gotten really weird..." Charlie was reaching for the whip, slowly. His hand stretched out behind him, and he kept his eyes locked on Remus'. Another growl rose in his throat, and his lips curled back from his teeth. He couldn't stop himself, couldn't control himself. He had no desire to attack, not yet. He shifted his weight, tucking himself in on himself.

"Mmmmm." Was all he could manage. Strange urges made themselves known in his mind. Desires to tear, to rip, to pounce...and to do other things. //Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit....// A sudden driving need overcame him. To leap upon Charlie, pin him beneath him, close his lips and teeth around his mouth and neck....//no no no no no no no no no!// Raging bloodlust would have been far better. He hadn't expected *this* at all. Unconsciously, his tongue darted out to slowly lick his lips, and his jaw dropped open in a feral grin. Charlie took a step backwards, and Remus' body tensed, muscles coiling, preparing to leap. His heart was racing, adrenaline coursing through his veins, and he was aware of a throbbing... He shook his head, attempting to get a hold of himself. He arched his back, ready to pounce.

//No!// he told himself firmly. He closed his eyes, hoping that would help. //Calm. Down.// Closing his eyes didn't help very much. He could no longer see Charlie, but he could smell him. Cinnamon and musk, heady and arousing. He wanted nothing more then to...

"Sobering.....charm....now." He growled out, advancing easily on Charlie. His hips swayed as he crawled forward, back still arched. He opened his eyes, raking them over Charlie's body, licking his lips in anticipation. //No! No anticipation, because you're not going to do anything...but...it would be so easy. You can overpower him in an instant...and you wouldn't be to blame. It's the wolf in you...//

"Uh..." Charlie looked hesitant to use the charm. His hand had tightened on the whip, and he was standing his ground. Remus paused, drinking in the smell of the other man...that was far more intoxicating then the alcohol racing through his body.

"NOW!" Remus yelled, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold himself back much longer. A part of him wanted to just let go. Leap on Charlie and have his way with him. Or at least try. But he knew that would be a bad idea. He curled his hands into fists, mouth watering. Charlie nodded, raising his wand just as Remus coiled himself to spring...

Control rushed back to him. He sank to the floor, panting heavily. He felt tired and drained, and very cold. He shivered, wrapping his arms around himself. His head ached, and he was sore. And being sobered hadn't helped his arousal any, though the coldness and weariness did. hea heard Charlie close the window, and then he felt the other man helping him up, leading him to the bed and pushing him down.

"You okay?"

"Mmmm." Remus said, nodding his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, and rubbed his temples. He didn't trust himself to speak yet. Charlie had an arm draped around his shoulders, and was holding him tightly.

"I know...I know you don't want to let go, Remus, but you have to." Charlie was saying, rubbing Remus' shoulder. Warmth was spreading back into his body, and he just wanted to sink down into the bed and sleep for years. //Never do that again.//

"That wouldn't have been a very good idea." Remus said softly. He really didn't feel like explaining what had just happened. Certainly not to Charlie. He hadn't considered that eventuality. He had figured he would want to attack Charlie...and in a violent way. He hadn't considered that he would want to...//Well, it only makes sense. You *are* attracted to him. He's very good-looking, and he flirts shamelessly. But I suspect he does that with everyone. I knew I was attracted to him, but I honestly didn't think I'd go into heat...//

"Look, I'm going to have to deal with you in your wolf form..."

"That wasn't something you'd need to worry about in my wolf form." Remus said quickly. "Let's just say that the alcohol had a completely different reaction then either one of us imagined."

"Okay..." It was obvious that Charlie had no idea what Remus was talking about, and for that he was glad. Taking a deep breath, Remus struggled to organize his incoherent thoughts. //It is going to be difficult, when it gets near the full moon. I ought to warn him...but not now. I'd rather he not connect the two. That could have been a highly embarrassing situation.//

"I think I need to sleep." Remus said. Charlie was so close, his side pressed tightly against Remus' arm and hip. He was still rubbing his shoulder, broad fingers running over the swell of upper arm rhythmically. They were nearly the same height. It would be so easy to simply turn his head, tilt it, press his lips against Charlie's...he could imagine how they would feel, pressed against his own. Warm, moist, and slightly rough. He could just slip his arms around the other man's waist, pressing them tightly together....//Oh yes. Thoughts like that are really going to get you under control. You're getting excited again. Stop it.//

"Yeah. You look pretty tired." Charlie said, hand going up to run through Remus' hair. He closed his eyes at the contact, straining imperceptibly into Charlie's touch. "You do know your eyes can glow, don't you?"

"Mmm-hmm." Remus said, sighing as Charlie's hand fell away. He opened his eyes slowly, almost lazily. The dragon enthusiast was certainly not hesitant about touching Remus. //Perhaps there is more to his flirting then just an open personality. But regardless, getting involved would not be a good idea. This is a...a business arrangement. And not of that sort.//

"It's pretty sexy."

"Hmm?" Remus raised an eyebrow. //Yes, I really don't think I'd be stretching too far to say there's honesty behind his flirtations.// "Tell me that again when I'm attempting to sever your jugular with my teeth." He said lazily.

"I don't think it would be sexy then. Then it would be just plain scary. Come on, let's get you tucked in." Charlie pulled back the covers, and grabbed Remus' sweater by the hem. The werewolf froze, wondering what in the name of God did Charlie have in mind. He lifted the sweater, tugging it off over Remus' head. "Now lie down, come on, you look like you're going to pass out any second."

//Oh. He's helping me get into bed. That's...touching.// Remus began to lay down, and had to close his eyes and bite his lower lip when Charlie slipped an arm behind his back to ease him down. And when the other man's hand strayed to the waist of his jeans...

"That's all right." Remus gasped out, his hand flying to Charlie's wrist. //I don't think I'd be able to get away without an explanation for *that*.// "I'll just sleep in these, if that's all right?"

"No problem." Charlie said, patting Remus' hip and standing up. He pulled the cover's up under Remus' chin, knuckles brushing his jaw line. The werewolf had to turn away when Charlie began stripping for bed. It had been bad enough earlier, when the man had changed in front of him. He hadn't been able to *not* look. And then Charlie had turned, and caught him looking...

//He's too young for you anyway.// But that excuse didn't work at all. Ten years was hardly too young, and the age difference didn't seem to bother Charlie. If, of course, Remus' suspicions were correct. He turned his head back, to see what was taking Charlie so long. The red haired man was turned away from the bed, arms stretched over his head. //Oh. My.// Remus licked his lips, devouring the sight. The muscles in Charlie's back and shoulders flexed as he stretched, and the boxers he wore clung nicely to his rounded...

//Stop it!// Remus squeezed his eyes shut. //You're about ready to jump him. Again! If you can't control your hormones, this isn't going to work!// He rolled over on his side, trying very hard to think un-sexy thoughts. Charlie slid into bed, his back pressing against Remus'. He was half glad of this, the body heat was helping to warm his still chilled bones.

"You'll warm up quick this way." Charlie said, and Remus nodded. He wanted to press himself as close as he could to that smooth back, feeling all of it along his own body. but he lay still, forcing his breathing to remain calm. "We'll have t think of something else, to get me ready." Charlie continued. "We can work on it tomorrow."

"Mmmm." Remus said, nodding. The smell....he buried his face in the pillow, mumbling a reply when Charlie bade him good night and sweet dreams. It looked like it would be another sleepless night.
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