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Disclaimer: Charlie and Remus do not belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own sick purposes. I'm not making any money off of this, so don't sue me. I don't have any money anyway.

Warning: This has slash. Of the NC-17 kind now. Two men getting pretty hot and heavy. And graphically described. Come on people...it's chapter 9. I hope you've figured the slash out by now, but I'm not taking any chances. I'm sick and tired of stupid people flaming me because they haven't read the warnings.

Dedication: This is for all of you who couldn't wait for the action. Here it is!

Author's Note: Here we go. Not a very large chapter, but certainly full of everything we like. :-) Angst, romance, and hot sex. What more could you ask for? Hmmm. I feel almost wrong. I'm writing a hot male love scene, and listening to the soundtrack of Jesus Christ Superstar. Makes me glad I'm a pagan. :-) And the really sad thing is, one of the songs refrain's actually fits. I'm mildly afraid. It starts up a little bit before the end of the last chapter, from Remus' POV.

For you flamers out there: If you're going to tell me this is an awful piece of work, fine. But tell me it's awful because of the plot, or the grammar, or the structure.

And...this is all she wrote folks. :-) No more, the end. Enjoy.

Beautiful Stranger
Chapter 9

Remus was battling with himself. He had been, since stepping into the apartment. At first he had been so certain of what he wanted. He wanted Charlie. Regardless of consequences. But then common sense had reared it's ugly head.

//What are you doing? What in the name of all that is holy are you doing? You can't do this. You're too close. You've let yourself feel too much. You can't do this!// And it was true. Remus had let himself feel. How could he not? Charlie was so kind, and it had been so long since Remus was done any kindness. At this point in his life, he didn't need much of an excuse to fall in love. And falling in love was one thing he had managed not to do in a very long time.

//You didn't love Sirius. Not really. You had a schoolboy crush on him. This....this is something that shouldn't be.// Remus had pulled away, not trusting himself. He couldn't do that to Charlie. The dragon master had no idea what he was getting himself into. //It's not easy to love a werewolf...// He had to push him away. //You haven't seen me...you don't know what I'm like.//

But Charlie hadn't been swayed. //Why is he so stubborn? Why can't he let me go?// But he wouldn't. And it amazed Remus, and touched him. He didn't know what to do. He couldn’t stand in the face of such determination. It bore him down, and left him no choice.

//Forget it. Let yourself have this. Just stop thinking about tomorrow. Think about now. You only live once, and who knows how long you're going to be alive anyway. Do you really want to die, never having known a lovers touch? I didn't think so. Just give in. You deserve this. You can do this...//

It wasn't an easy decision. Not at all. He had lived too long shying away from love and intimacy. He didn't count what had happened with Sirius. That had been a moment of weakness, a stolen moment that shouldn't have happened. But it had. And it was all Remus had. But...he could have more. If he would just allow himself to reach out for it.

"Damn it, Remus, what do I have to do?" Charlie asked, hoarsely. Remus met his eyes, feeling the tears in his own. //he cares about you. You can't deny that. For some strange, unknown reason, Charlie cares about you. He's gone out of his way to show you. This is a *gift*! you can't let it go....// But he couldn't push either. He *couldn't* take initiative. It wasn't in his nature.

"Whatever...what ever you think you have to." Remus whispered, and he could tell Charlie understood. He couldn't say what he wanted to. He was too shy, too delicate, and too repressed.

"Okay. Come on..." Charlie rose, unsteadily, and held his hand out to Remus. "Let's move this to the bed."

Remus hesitated a moment. This was the moment of truth. He could take Charlie's hand, allow him to...or he could refuse. He could back out, claim Charlie had misunderstood. //Damn you Remus, you're a Gryffindor! Be brave...// taking a deep breath and steeling himself, he closed his hand over Charlie's, rising to his feet. He knew, deep inside, that he couldn't not. He couldn't let this go by.

He allowed himself to be led over to the bed, which Charlie had released from the wall. He cou't l't look up though, kept his eyes cast to the ground. //What are you doing? You have no idea...you've never done this before! You're going to make a fool of yourself.// But Remus really didn't care. He wished the voice of reason would just shut up. And it did, when Charlie embraced him roughly, lips finding his in a gentle kiss that left no room for denial. Remus lost himself in the kiss, moving his own lips hesitantly against Charlie's, feeling the hand wrapped around his tightening. He let Charlie hold him, hand on his back, lips on his own, melding and moving slowly and seductively.

"Charlie..." It wasn't a protest. But Remus felt he had to say something. Charlie didn't respond, only slid his tongue deftly between Remus' lips, caressing and stroking in a tender manner. Remus shuddered, his legs going weak. He was quite glad of Charlie supporting him, else he felt he would surely fall to the floor. He leaned heavily against the other man, hands going to his shoulders to hold himself up. Charlie's tongue played against his own, and Remus moved it fleetingly, not sure what to do.

//Instinct, Remus, it's all instinct.// He slid his tongue along Charlie's, stroking them together. He felt Charlie move his hips subtly against his own, and there could be no doubt in his mind that he was doing *something* right. There was something terrifying and arousing about that fact. It was as if suddenly, all the consequences of Remus' decision were painfully clear. But there was nothing he could do. He had made his choice, and he couldn't go back. He was locked into it now. He let Charlie lead him, held himself still as the other man kissed the side of his mouth, and then his jaw. Lips and teeth played over the smooth line of bone, nibbling and licking.

"Should we...lie down?" Remus asked, flushing even as he said it.

"Nah." Charlie answered, nuzzling his neck. "Makes it harder to get undressed. We'll lie down later."

"Oh." Remus shivered, as Charlie's lips found his neck, sliding his tongue along the smooth column of flesh. Then his teeth, nipping ever so lightly. He moved to the hollow of Remus' throat, pushing the collar of his sweater away from his collar bone to slide rough lips over it. He quivered, hands tightening on Charlie's shoulders. He felt hands sliding down his arms, resting on his hips, and Charlie sucked gently at the skin on his collarbone. And then hands were sliding up, under the hem of his sweater, stroking over bare flesh. He felt the sweater being tugged up, and he raised his arms to allow Charlie to slide it off and toss it aside. He couldn't help the blush that stained his cheeks as Charlie took a step back, eyes playing over his now-bare flesh.

"What's wrong?" Charlie asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Nothing." Remus assured him, resisting the urge to wrap his arms about himself. It wasn't as if Charlie hadn't seen him shirtless before, they changed in the same room. But this was different. Charlie placed a hand on the center of Remus' chest, smiling into his eyes.

"Good." He kissed the tip of Remus' nose, and pulled him close again, his knee slipping between Remus' legs, parting them gently. He captured Remus' lips again, tugging gently on his lower lip before caressing it with his tongue. Remus was growing bolder, gripping Charlie tightly.

//You're really doing this.// And why shouldn't he? There was nothing wrong with it. It was incredible, actually. Charlie certainly knew what he was doing, even if Remus didn't. And it wasn't that hard to catch on. He let his hands run over Charlie's back, feeling the hard muscles through the fabric of his shirt. He could feel the curve and dip of his back, the cotton sliding over it in an interesting contrast. And Charlie was moving against his thigh, a slow undulation that made Remus moan softly against his lover's lips.

Taking a deep breath, Remus gasped the hem of Charlie's shirt, tugging it up gently. In a smooth motion, Charlie lifted his arms and tore the shirt from his back, tossing it to join Remus' on the floor. The werewolf returned Charlie's scrutiny, eyes roaming over the tanned planes of smooth flesh. It was quite obvious Charlie spent a good amount of time doing heavy physical labor. Remus ran a hand lightly over the swelling curve of his shoulder and bicep, feeling the tense flesh beneath his palm. He lowered his lips, kissing Charlie's shoulder. It was slick with sweat, and tasted faintly of salt. He licked along it, savoring the taste of his partner's skin.

Charlie moaned, and moved his hips against Remus' thigh again. The werewolf buried his face in Charlie's shoulder, whimpering softly.

"You okay?" Charlie asked, stroking Remus' hair.

"Yes..." Remus murmured against Charlie's shoulder, gripping him tightly, pressing his thigh firmly against the hardness he felt there.

"...good..." Charlie's reply was a strangled groan, and Remus couldn't stop the small, self satisfied smile that crept over his lips. He nipped gently at Charlie's shoulder, grinding his thigh against Charlie.

"Damn it..." Charlie muttered, grinning. "I *wanted* to take this slow...you're making that pretty damn difficult..."

"I think you mean hard..." Remus whispered, shocked at his own audacity. He closed his eyes, clenching his teeth at his boldness. //That was crude.//

"That too." Charlie said, grabbing Remus swiftly about the waist and tossing him onto the bed. "This is it." He leapt on top of Remus, nipping playfully at his neck. Remus tipped his head back, arching his hips upwards to meet Charlie's. He didn't even pause when Charlie's hands were fumbling with the fastenings of his trousers, sliding them down. He didn't even remember taking off his shoes, but he must have...

"Charlie..." He moaned, and gasped as Charlie's hand gripped his shaft firmly through the thin fabric of his boxers. He bit his lower lip, yelping as Charlie bit gently at his chest, stroking him softly.

"Like this, do you?" Charlie asked, squeezing gently. "Good." He deftly slipped off Remus' boxers, and closed his hand around hot and naked flesh.

"God...Charlie..." Remus bucked, hands clenching and unclenching rapidly. He didn't even blush at this point, he was beyond shame. He writhed beneath Charlie's talented hand, twisting and moaning as the red haired man stroked, pumped and petted.

"How did you want to do this?" Charlie asked, pausing suddenly and looking up.

"Hummm?" Remus gasped for breath, not entirely comprehending what Charlie was asking.

"I mean, did you want me to finish you like this or did you want to take me?"

"Oh." Perhaps he wasn't completely beyond shame after all. At least Charlie had phrased it acceptably. "Er..."

"Only cause didn't you say you were a virgin?" Charlie continued. "Hurts like hell, losing it. Might want to wait a little bit before doing that."

"If that's what you'd advise..." Remus didn't feel like talking. At all.

"Yeah." Charlie said, and he slid off the bed for a moment, and Remus couldn't take his eyes away as he slid easily out of his pants and boxers, grinning cheekily as he watched Remus take in his naked form. Charlie slid back onto the bed, stretching himself out over Remus, kissing him deeply. Tongues met tongues, swirling and gliding together in erotic patterns. Remus arched his hips, his erection brushing against Charlie's. Suddenly, Charlie had flipped them over so that he was now on top, stretched out, his weight resting purely on the other man.

"Warning...please..." He muttered, picking himself up. He braced himself on his arms, shaking his head at Charlie's offhand grin. He kissed it, then moved down to lick and nibble on Charlie's neck, moving down further, seeking out sensitive bits of flesh and applying tongue and teeth to those as well, before traveling down further. *This* was more familiar territory. He positioned himself easily, so he was lying between Charlie's legs. He focused on what he found there, rather then looking up to meet his lover's eyes. He couldn't. Taking a deep breath, he dragged his tongue slowly up the underside of Charlie's shaft, flicking the tip with his tongue teasingly. Charlie groaned, hips twitching. Remus licked back down, and then ran his tongue along the sides as well. He placed his lip around the underside, sucking softly. He pulled the soft flesh between his teeth, running his tongue over it before letting go and taking Charlie's length into his mouth.

//What happened to not doing anything?// It had been thrown out the window. Remus ignored that little voice, running his lips and teeth over Charlie's shaft, pleased at the small moans and gasps he was receiving from his attention. He nibbled lightly, teeth playing over sensitive spots, and he felt Charlie cry out and jerk suddenly. He could tell that he was near the edge, and increased his ministrations. He took him completely un his mouth, swirling his tongue lightly about the tip, flicking it along the flesh before pressing the flat of his tongue along the underside, stroking softly.

That did it. Charlie jerked, hips arching, hands gripping the sheets as he called out Remus' name and climaxed. Hard. Remus pulled away, coughing. Despite being ready for it, it had managed to catch him by surprise.

"You...okay?" Charlie gasped out, and Remus nodded, holding up his hand to indicate he only needed a moment. //Oh yeah. Familiar territory. You did it once, about twenty years ago. Yeah, this looks good...//

"Fine." Remus said, licking his lips to remove any trace from them. Charlie grinned, stretching, and casually turned over onto his stomach, arching his backside up in a silent invitation.

//This is it.// Remus paused, blinking slowly. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, wanting to imprint everything on his memory. The scent of sex and sweat filled the room, acute to Remus' finely honed sense of smell. And he could smell Charlie, musky and sharp, cinnamon and desire. Remus knelt, and leaned over his lover, sliding his tongue down his spine, tracing the ridges and bumps and dips. He kissed the small of Charlie's back, placing his hand on the tight swell of his buttock. He kissed lower, tongue slipping out to probe gently and moisten.

"Oh, shit, Remus..." Charlie muttered, flexing subtly. Remus drew back, curving himself over Charlie's back, his hardness pressing warmly against smooth flesh. He pressed his thighs firmly against Charlie's, bracing himself. He could feel himself pressing against Charlie's entrance, and slid himself in slowly, gasping as he felt the tight ring of muscle close around his shaft. With a strangled cry, he thrust himself in deeply, burying himself to the hilt.

He had to pause a moment. He didn't think he could take it, if he didn't. It was hot and tight and slick, and enclosed him completely. He had never felt anything it. it. He rested his head on Charlie's back, his cheek pressed firmly against the slick flesh. Charlie moved his hips, sliding himself over Remus. The werewolf stifled a moan, moving his own hips in a slow rhythm with Charlie's. He turned his head, kissing and licking Charlie's back as he slowly slid in and out. He had never imagined anything could possibly feel so good. He could hear Charlie's heartbeat through his back, and every small noise he made. The scent and sounds were intoxicating, not to mention the sensations. Remus was whimpering and growling softly and incomprehensibly, pulling out before thrusting slowly in again.

For his first time making love, it was beautiful. It was slow and warm, and lasted for what seemed like an eternity. Charlie could do amazing things with his internal muscles. Remus pressed his body as close as he could, wanting to feel all of Charlie's skin against his own. When he climaxed, he let out a small sob, feeling it build in his throat as his peak hit him, washing over him. It wasn't blinding, or violent or overpowering. It was soft and almost subtle, like silk or velvet.

Remus collapsed onto Charlie, chest curved firmly against his back. //Why are you crying?// He asked himself, bewildered. He bit his lower lip, letting himself calm down from his peak, confused by the tears that were running down his cheeks.

//He...he let you do that. He knows what you are, and he gave himself to you.// It was the clearest thought in his mind, and yet so foreign. //He let you make love to him. He gave himself over to you...//

"Remus?" Charlie's voice was soft and warm. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." Remus knew it wasn't much, but it was all he could manage. He didn't trust his voice. He slid out of Charlie, regretfully, and they lay down together, shifting until Charlie was laying on his back, Remus' head pillowed on his chest.

"You're crying..."

"I know. It's all right." Remus closed his eyes, not able to stop himself. He had never felt quite so wanted and loved. That someone had shared *themselves* with him. Someone had trusted and cared for him enough to do that. It was incomprehensible. He had resigned himself to a life without that. And to have it, and in such a way...it closed around his heart, feeling as though it would choke him. He couldn’t even describe what he felt.

Remus swallowed a sob, nuzzling his cheek against Charlie's chest. He felt more at peace then he had ever felt in his life, and suddenly everything was completely clear to him. "I think I'm falling in love with you." He whispered, not able to keep the words in. he regretted them, as soon as they were out. They make love once, and already Remus was professing deep feelings....

"Yeah." Charlie said, stroking Remus' sweat dampened hair. "Me too."

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