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Chapter Eight: Night Time Lovers

The tension was almost palatable. James stood with Remus and Sirius on either side and his eyes narrowed as he awaited the first strike. He knew that many of the Slytherin's had been taught to duel at home, and they probably knew spells he didn't, but that was the advantage of having Sirius on his side. Being raised in an environment that demanded they train the Heir of the household to become an expert fighter, Sirius was the best at Duels. He was fast, he could also use silent spells which James still struggled with, even though he was better than most in his year group. Sirius was also extremely unpredictable, in a duel no one could even read him. James was probably one of the only people who could beat him in Sixth year and maybe even Seventh year. Remus was the thinker, he planned, and James could almost hear the cogs turning even as they stood there, he was probably planning several different ways the fight could go and his reactions to them. This was why they were the most feared and respected group in the Castle, very few people dared go against them.

Suddenly a fifth year Slytherin moved, a small, nervous twitch and he fell back clutching his face while his wand rose into the air and clattered to the stone floor. Remus raised an eyebrow at Sirius who shrugged. "Thought it'd be better to hit him with a curse..." He muttered. "Didn't know we were disarming."

Remus laughed softly and returned his gaze to the group before him. Regulus was almost as fast as Sirius, his wand slashing through the air. Sirius deflected it almost lazily and it smashed a great big gouge in the wall, sending stone debris into the air. And that was it, spells went flying in different directions, the walls shattered, stone cracked beneath feet and, over the cries and swearing and general noise, Sirius's mad laughter could be heard over it all.

James ended up facing a scrawny boy, who was trying to stun him. James laughed and sent him flying with a spell. He seemed to morph into something resembling a rather ugly Shrubbery, the thing went flying over other people's heads with an all too human wail.

Remus gave his wand a flick and someone ended up screaming, with large green and yellow spots erupting all over his face. He frowned as he caught sight of Sirius duelling his brother in what looked like an all too serious battle. The curses they were using were almost melting the stone in the walls, they glowed with heat as the floor cracked beneath their feet. Sirius's hair was flying as he evaded, his smile was plastered to his face as if stuck there with a permanent sticking charm. Regulus, however, was looking more and more furious and Remus could tell they were the only ones fighting to really hurt...he dared not even consider the idea that perhaps Sirius was trying to kill his own brother.

It happened so suddenly it made several students shriek with shock. A sudden, brutally powerful barrier erupted between the fighting students and the air crackled around them, Remus thought, randomly, that the storm in which he had lost his virginity had crept inside the castle...but then he saw a sight that made his heart stop in his chest and he was backing away quickly with the others. James tugging on his robes. He looked at James who grinned, slightly manically, and shoved him forcefully away. "Get out of here, Mr. Prefect...run!" He hissed and Remus paused briefly before James rolled his eyes. "Go! We can't all get expelled."

"No." Remus said and suddenly he saw a fist come from nowhere and he was knocked to the floor. Dizziness didn't stop him from hearing Sirius's soft voice.

"You idiot...you weren't involved." Sirius whispered before Remus lost consciousness.

Sirius turned, and almost quailed as he saw Dumbledore standing tall in the hallway. The Slytherin's, who had been taking a battering were climbing to their feet miserably while the Gryffindor's who had been in the thick of it stood there, tall and ready to face any punishment. Sirius looked a mess, his hair was singed, his face had blood smeared across it and his robes were tatters, yet he looked fiercely defiant.

"Who started this?" Dumbledore said, his voice was soft, almost gentle but that didn't stop James from feeling the power behind it as he stepped forward with Sirius at his side.

"I did." Sirius said firmly, elbowing James in the ribs. "I started it, Professor. The others were just innocent bystanders...they had nothing to do with it."

Dumbledore gazed around at the other battered looking students and his eyes landed on Regulus who looked in slightly worse shape than Sirius. "And I suppose duelling is how you solve all your sibling rivalries?"

Before Regulus could cut in Sirius spoke, his voice low but hard as he shot a glare in Reg's direction. "I started it, like I said. He was defending himself. I'm not going to deny it."

An odd look crossed Regulus's face, he frowned in confusion, unsure why his brother was defending him after they'd just tried to kill each other.

James sighed. "I helped." He said, stepping forward. Sirius glared at him too.

"No! He did not!" He hissed through gritted teeth.

"Do you not hear that?" James snarled back, his eyes on Sirius's. They paused to listen to the distinct sounds of a crying Shrubbery. "I did that! That guy was a fucking prat! So, I turned him into a plant...not that he makes a very good plant either...but I-..."

Dumbledore cut him off mid-sentence. "As much as I appreciate the magnificent Transfiguration, James, this is not about how good your magic was...this is about duelling in school, damaging school property and injuring several class mates all over...what?" He looked at Sirius who lowered his head.

"All because Regulus insulted me." He said slowly, ignoring the burning gaze of his brother as he avoided the truth. "I'm sorry, Professor, this is all my fault, please don't expel the others...Here..." he held up his wand. "I know what this is going to mean and I'm not going to shy away from any punishment."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "As much as your offer is very brave and admirable, only the Ministry can remove a Wizards wand and as you are under seventeen and have...certain elevated Blood-status..." Dumbledore said the word with a slight down turn of his mouth as if he disproved, which he probably did. "You will each be given detention for the rest of the year, which will be decided by your heads of houses, and of course, the main perpetrators will have house points removed...again, how many will depend greatly upon your Heads of House. Now then, Sirius, please come with me and James, please help your friends to the Hospital wing."

Sirius sent James a confused look before striding after his Headmaster. On the way past Dumbledore paused and flicked his wand at the sobbing plant, a boy re-emerged looking helplessly lost and confused. "Dear boy, I suggest you take yourself to Madam Pomfrey who will fix you up...your hair is still a bit leafy."

Sirius snorted laughter and the Slytherin glared at him as they walked past.

When they reached Dumbledore's office Sirius took the offered seat, automatically sitting in it as if it was a throne. The headmaster seated himself behind his desk and gazed at Sirius over the top of his half moon spectacles. There was a long, drawn out silence before Dumbledore sighed. "I expected better from you, Sirius."

"I apologise." He said stiffly, he couldn't say he was genuinely all that sorry.

"I am disappointed that you were unable to control your anger, this is going to cause unnecessary trouble with the Governors and parents...And you know that I must inform the Ministry..."

"Yes sir." Sirius replied.

There was another pause while they watched each other. "Sirius, have you considered your future outside Hogwarts at all?"

Sirius looked confused, his face falling from graceful adult to child in a second. "Uh...no...not really professor...isn't this something I should be discussing with Professor McGonagall?"

"I have looked over the record of your Career counselling last year..." Sirius sat there, feeling completely lost. "And I have to say I was surprised, you showed no interest in doing anything with your future, an odd thing for a sixteen year old."

"I don't think that far ahead, sir." Sirius said seriously, he pushed damp hair from his face casually. "I don't like the future...there's nothing certain about it. So, I take each day as it comes, living for the moment...if you know what I mean?" He glanced uncertainly at his headmaster who inclined his head slightly to show understanding.

"You and your friends are unusually talented..." Dumbledore seemed to consider the table for a while before speaking again. "As you are aware there is a war being fought outside, and to win I have gathered a small group of talented Witches and Wizards who are dedicated in fighting and bringing down Voldemort."

Sirius didn't flinch at the use of the name, he had never feared the name. "And? What does this have to do with me?"

"I need people like you who are willing to fight against the dark, learn to put your talent to good use, Sirius."

Sirius's eyes widened. It wasn't as if he had never considered the possibility of fighting in the war, he had simply assumed he would have to become an Auror and work for the Ministry, the idea of which turned his stomach. He leaned forward, a little too eagerly. "And...you want me? You're asking me to fight for you?"

"Not yet, dear boy, when you are of age and have completed your education."

Sirius sat back, biting absently on a torn finger nail as he appraised Dumbledore. "You know exactly what you're asking me to do, don't you?"

The headmaster nodded gravely. "Indeed, I am asking you to pit yourself against your own family, against people you have known all your life...I am asking you to risk your life to protect that which is pure...I am asking you to be willing to lay down your life to ensure that the next generation never have to go through what you have been through."

Sirius felt a smile spread across his face, it began small but expanded rapidly. He lounged in the chair, hair falling casually into his silver eyes and his smile was too adult, much too ready to do whatever it took. "That, sir, sounds like a brilliant idea." He said smoothly.

Dumbledore had a split second to regret his rashness, before he decided that this was the best use for Sirius's gift for trouble, this way he would have a goal, this way he may be able to curb that terrible darkness and ease the wounds inflicted by insane parents. "Then, we have a deal, Sirius. However, in future, please do try to avoid duelling on school grounds."

Sirius stood and shot the headmaster a handsome smile. "Of course, sir." He said and left the large, circular room.

Remus woke slowly in the hospital wing, feeling decidedly groggy. He groaned and rolled onto his side, his eyes flickering open to find Sirius watching him. The light slanted in through the window, highlighting his aristocratic features and making him look like a portrait, he was so handsome it was totally unreal and Remus found himself gazing into those heavily lidded eyes as Sirius's face stretched into a big smile. He leaned forward, brushing a lock of hair from his eyes. "Mornin' Mr. Moony." He whispered gently, a sound that was totally at odds with his burning eyes. He was excited about something and it gave him that dangerous, half-insane look that made Remus want to push him into the chair and fuck him silly.

He tried to speak but his voice came out sounding stupid and grunty, so he cleared his throat with a small frown as he sat up. "What time is it? And how come you haven't been expelled?"

"It is approximately seven thirty am on a Saturday morning and I am not expelled because the Ministry can't decide what to do with me." He grinned. "Dangerous purebloods are running riot all over the place anyway, one more attacking his own brother in school isn't going to bother them too much."

Remus shot him a glare. "Why the hell did you punch me?"

"Because you were being a stubborn prat and we had to make sure you didn't do something brave and ultimately Gryffindorish."

Despite himself Remus chuckled. "And what did James do? He who is more Gryffindor than all of us put together?"

"Mr. Prongs stood by my side, ready to walk with me to my doom...but Dumbledore complimented him on his excellent Transfiguration and recruited us all to the Order of the Phoenix."

Remus shook his head, sure that he had misheard. "The Order of the what now?"

"Shh!" Sirius quieted him, eyes darting around carefully before standing and sitting down on the bed as the curtains closed about them without him even drawing his wand. Remus opened his mouth to comment on this sudden display of impossibly hard magic but Sirius shook his head. "The Order are a group of people working for Dumbledore to help the Ministry kill the Dark Lo-..." Sirius frowned in distaste. "Voldemort." He said firmly. "Old habits die hard." He muttered, running fingers through his hair. "Anyway, Dumbledore has asked us...that's you, me, Prongsy and Wormy...to join him when we leave school." His smile was all at once beautiful and terrifying. "Amazing, isn't it?"

Remus's mouth hung open slightly. "He...what? But that's...that's...stupid! We're just kids! We can't be any use in a war of all things!"

"Ah, Moonikins...stop worrying, it'll be amazing! Plus, he said we're all talented and he could use your...ability..." He chose the word carefully. "To help. You'd be useful...come on, we don't have to decide for sure yet. Or at least, you don't...I already told him I was in and I'm pretty sure James has too."

"But...what about jobs? And housing and..." Sirius cut him off in the best way possible. He closed his eyes, letting a small moan slip into Sirius's mouth as he was gently pushed back into the bed.

"Stop worrying, Moony." Sirius whispered against his lips. "We've got forever."

"Mm...Forever...is an extremely long time."

Sirius grinned. "I don't intend on dying until you do." He said it lightly but there was an undertone of dead seriousness, a tone he rarely used which meant that he meant every word.

Remus felt his heart clench painfully in his chest, his fingers traced Sirius's jaw. "Don't make ridiculous promises you can't keep." He whispered. Sirius saw fear in his eyes and kissed him again, deeply, slowly and passionately making Remus melt into putty.

"Stop trying to predict the future, Divination is a stupid, useless subject...I choose my own path, I walk my own destiny...There is no future but the one that I choose."

"Sirius..." Remus whispered, his fingers finding the long strands of hair that fell against his face, he pulled them slightly feeling suddenly, desperately lonely. "Don't...don't you dare die on me...Please...don't die before me, you can be such a selfish bastard..." He hated the way his voice sounded borderline panicky.

Sirius chuckled, slipping a hand beneath Remus's neck and pulling him in for another soft, demanding kiss. "I promise." He whispered against his lips.

Christmas drew closer like a great lurching beast, the Marauders were up to their usual tricks, making the Christmas trees fire pine needles at passing first years, turning Ball Balls into magical grenades that exploded into glue and feathers as they fell amongst cursing students. Sirius had never spent so much time in hysterics, even with his increased workload and a detention every evening. James was right there with him, they clutched each other and laughed as a girl ran past looking like someone had swapped her head for a rather large potato. Remus watched the two, usually shaking his head with a small, content smile on his face that hid the pulsing jealousy. As the full moon came around, he could hardly contain it, it sat like a bubbling green pool in his stomach. Sirius hadn't touched him since that morning in the hospital wing, and Remus could still feel his fingers on his skin, hot breath on his throat as Sirius hushed him with the most mind blowing kisses. It had been one of his most intense orgasms yet. And...it had felt far too much like a goodbye.

He was furious. The wolf raged, smashing everything in sight, ignoring the desperate yelp from the dog. Teeth, claws, fur...blood. They were a ball of open jaws, fierce growls, pained screams and blood splattered the walls, dripping down it grotesquely. The wolf wasn't going to allow the dog to escape. It was pinned, cornered by the larger animal as it squashed him to the floor. The dogs fast, desperate breathing made its ribs creak, the grip on its throat was too tight, the teeth piercing flesh too easily. A long, drawn out howl escaped the wolf when it's prey submitted by simply lying still, bleeding over the wooden floors.

Sirius gazed over at Remus, he could see the wounds, the jagged slices from claw and teeth across his pale skin. He looked so thin, so vulnerable that Sirius felt a savage wave of guilt and pain. He dragged himself towards the sleeping boy and pulled a blanket over him, the blanket was ripped and bloody but it would have to do. Sirius turned to see James, a long scratch down his side that still bled sluggishly. Peter simply looked too terrified to even move. Sirius's body hurt but he was able to stand, especially after the healing spells he had done on himself. He wasn't going to go to Pomfrey, not with these. The three conscious Marauders gazed solemnly at each other, none of them blaming Remus...they all knew the danger they undertook every full moon, and even though this had been the worst attack yet they weren't new to the massive wolf turning on them at a seconds notice.

The next night Moony emerged from the hospital wing. He was ashamed of himself, he knew what had happened due to the unusual amount of damage and fresh blood that wasn't all his. He had no clear recollection of that night but to even consider hurting his friends hurt more than anything else in the whole entire universe. He made his way despondently back towards the common room, a noise made him look up and he saw Sirius lounging against a statue, a long, diagonal slash down the side of his face. He smiled lazily. "Hey, Moony...You alright? I wanted to make sure you were ok but I heard you got released so I..." And it took a second for Remus to be standing before him, lips slightly parted, his amber eyes glued to the cut along Sirius's face.

"I..." He began and Sirius laughed.

"Don't bloody apologise, this is just a scratch. It's nothing...trust me, I've had worse."

"I could have murdered you." Remus said softly, his fingers lifting to run along the wound, Sirius flinched at the gentle touch and took his fingers, pulling them away.

"You weren't in control." He said firmly.

"Doesn't matter. The wolf is me...I am the wolf...we're the same thing..."

"No!" Sirius snapped. "No...the wolf is something entirely different! You are Remus John Moony Lupin! My best friend, my pack!" he said it so fiercely that Remus almost believed him...almost.

"Sirius..." Remus began slowly, his eyes glued to his friends. "D-Do you...still...want me?" He whispered the words, unable to stop himself from flinching away from the girlishness of his tone.

Sirius froze. He felt his heart stutter in his chest, he couldn't tell him the truth. He couldn't hurt him...even though he was. He had wanted to draw away, to protect Remus from the inevitable backlash that would come from his family. He couldn't even stand the possibility that his cousins would go after his friends, let alone if they somehow discovered that he was sleeping with Remus...that his feelings for his friend went far, far beyond friendship and into the realms of something he would rather not think about.

Unfortunately Remus saw the darkening of his eyes and he felt pain rip through him, ripping his heart up into tiny pieces and scattering it to the four winds. He stepped back one pace, his eyes on Sirius.

"I'm sorry." The words slipped past Sirius's lips, as if they had taken on a life of their own.

"Is it...someone else...?" Remus breathed softly.

Sirius considered carefully, if he said yes, then it would potentially stop Remus from doing something stupid like staying with him because of his ridiculous Gryffindor bravery. "Yes." He said slowly.

And something inside Remus stirred, he felt his breath stop, his heart go still as he gazed open mouthed at Sirius. He couldn't stop his body from moving, he couldn't prevent the low, fierce, animalistic growl escaping his throat as he pushed Sirius into a passageway hidden behind the statue. They tumbled into it, Sirius grabbing hold of Remus as he searched for purchase, they fell backwards hitting the dusty floor with a gasp. Sirius was winded, his back was fire and he winced, trying to regain his breath. And then Moony was on him, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back, long fingers yanked at his belt as he was pinned awkwardly to the floor. "R-Remus..." He gasped, trying to struggle free, but the wolf growled and he froze automatically, seeing that liquid toffee coloured glow in his eyes.

Remus tore at the shirt that encased his lover's body, Sirius automatically struggling but once again stilling as Remus kissed him, fierce, hot and wet and Sirius found his mind shattering into thousands of tiny pieces. Their tongues met in the confines of their conjoined mouths, he could feel Remus's nails digging into his skin, and trembled as heat and pain and intense, jaw aching pleasure ripped through him as Remus ground his hips against him, mercilessly. He let out a low groan and got bitten for his troubles, it was a sharp bite on the shoulder and he went quiet.

Remus' fingers groped with his fly as he tried to hold Sirius down with the palm of one hand. Sirius was simply confused, he was filled with heat but he wasn't entirely sure what Remus was going to do to him until his trousers were around his knees with his boxers. His eyes widened slightly. "Remus..." He began but the werewolf clamped a hand firmly over his mouth as he heard the sound of a zip.

"Shut up!" Remus heard himself growl, the voice couldn't have come from him...it wasn't that deep, that commanding, that dangerous...Before he had considered the ramifications of his actions he had Sirius on his front, pressed roughly against stone.

It was painful, sharp, burning pain. He could feel Remus inside him, moving brutally. They were a mess of sweaty bodies, wet lips, teeth that drew blood, slick skin moving against each other like beasts. Remus wanted to make Sirius scream for him, he wanted to claim him completely, to ensure he wouldn't ever go to anyone else. He wanted to remove the potential taste and scent of anyone else from Sirius's smooth skin, his tongue found the back of Sirius's neck as he grabbed a handful of jet black hair. He raked his nails down Sirius's back, making him arch slightly and suppress a low moan. Sirius closed his eyes, the pain blending perfectly with the flashes of exquisite pleasure rampaging through his raw nerves. He could hear Remus, panting heavily, his hips moving quickly and erratically, it was as if he had been possessed but Sirius wasn't inclined to complain.

Sirius was flipped over, onto his back where the stone scraped against him, Remus leaned down, biting at his lips, swallowing his whispers and gasps. Fingers gripped his hips, leaving little crescents on his skin, along with the bruises on his throat and chest. Remus wanted to taste every inch of skin, every gasp of breath, he wanted to cling to the last remnants of their dangerous relationship, he wanted to hurt the man beneath him, hurt him so badly he would be unable to leave him. He wanted to own him. He could hear nothing but the blood rushing through him, as the wolf howled within him, he lost himself in amongst wild pleasure, the heady sense of conquering and possession as Sirius's back arched beneath him and he pleaded and begged, seemingly unaware of the words escaping his mouth. Heat surrounded him, drowning him until all the blood seemed to pool in the pit of his stomach, he grabbed Sirius's hair again, kissing him, tongues tangling as a heavy moan was torn from him with his orgasm. He seemed to have stopped breathing, his body tense and his muscles shaking. Sirius's eyes suddenly went blank, his face contorting as he came all over their stomachs.

Finally Remus collapsed onto Sirius's chest, panting heavily, his body unable to move. Sirius shook violently, his brain useless. They lay like that, in a sweaty heap as they listened to their own breathing which sounded loud and ragged in their ears, their hearts hammered in their chests and eventually Sirius moved, he was uncomfortable and Remus was heavy. "I..." he began, his voice cracked slightly and he winced as Remus sat up, drawing away from him.

Remus gazed down at what he'd done. Long, crimson lines ran down Sirius's exposed chest, his school shirt was ripped and hung off of his shoulders. His trousers hung from one foot and his lips were scarlet, tiny puncture wounds still bled sluggishly as he licked it away. Sirius's hair was an absolute mess and Remus suddenly thought he looked like a debauched angel, his silver eyes wide and slightly uncomprehending as he gazed up at his lover. "I'm sorry!" Remus gasped suddenly, feeling the heady, intoxicating rage of the wolf fade. "I-I'm...so sorry..." He lifted a shaking hand and lowered his head. "I...I'll understand if you...want to leave me...I..."

Sirius climbed to his knees, wincing as pain shot through his bruised body, but the pain was almost nice. It reminded him that he was alive, he was alive and had been stupid not to realise that if he lost Remus, he would lose everything. "No...I'm sorry...That...That was a lie." He croaked as he moved towards Remus, his fingers went to his hair and he lifted the Werewolf's eyes to his. "There is no one else, Moony...only you."

"Why? Why did you lie to me? You stupid prat!" Remus said, hitting him lightly on the chest.

"Because...of my family. The moment they discover what I'm going to do they'll come after me. Bellatrix has a grudge against any Blood-traitor in the family. She has convinced herself that they all need to die...and as soon as I leave Hogwarts she will come after me...and...she's more insane than I am. I don't want...I don't want you caught up in this! I couldn't live with myself if you were hurt because of me."

"You really are...totally useless." Remus muttered, slumping down against the wall. "I would walk to hell with you, Sirius."

"Don't say that, you don't even know what hell is." Sirius leaned in, kissing him gently, his tongue probing and questioning. Remus tipped his head to the side and granted permission. They kissed for a while before Sirius pulled away and stood, his face taught with pain.

"Did it hurt this much for you?" He grumbled, pulling on his trousers. "I swear you were really trying to kill me that time."

Remus shook his head. "No...I...I honestly don't know...why I..." He flushed with embarrassment at the memories.

"Let's go have a bath." Sirius said, holding out his hand with a smile.
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