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Uncle Remus	By : TheLadyFeylene Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Still not mine

Warning: Slash. Big time. Major slash. True and real male on male contact. You have been warned.

Dedication: For my Daddy, because he loves me. (Obviously not my blood father.) And Fox Mummy. I'm starting the Whore fic...

Author's Note: Oh...here we go! Poor Remus, but I think he really enjoys this sort of thing. Harry's quite the little temptress. Er...Tempterer? Not sure what the masculine is. Hope you enjoy this!

Uncle Remus
Chapter 9

How have I found myself in this situation? I've retreated to my bedroom, for I cannot bear to lay eyes upon him. The sum of all my desires is there, before my, tantalizing and within my reach. And he has taken to leaving his door open when he changes, brushing against me at every opportunity. He knows. He is well aware of what he is doing, and this is why he does it. I do not think he is trying to be cruel. He is too young, to be so hard. I feel he is simply intoxicated with his own abilities to cause desire in me. It is not uncommon. When one discovers their own sexual nature, they go through a period of flaunting it. And who else is there for him to flaunt it for?

My lips still burn from his kisses. I let down my guard, and there is no going back now. But I will not take advantage of him, and I will not take an underage lover to my bed. If he desires this so much, he will wait. And perhaps he will come to his senses beforehand, and not make me do this thing. For how, once I have partaken of his flesh in lust, will I be able to restrain myself?

It has been two days. Two days of agony. And I the mail has come, and there is a letter from Sirius for him. I place my own meager mail aside, and bring Harry his letter. His door is partially open, but this means little. He leaves it open regardless of what he is doing. I cough politely, before opening the door.

"Harry? You've a...oh. I'm sorry." Perhaps it wasn't the most eloquent thing to say, but Harry was lying on his bed, on his stomach, in nothing but thin boxers. Never has his body been quite so perfectly displayed to me. My eyes follow the slim line of his back, the curve of his small buttocks, his thighs and calves, all lean and toned from Quidditch. He turns his head, a shank of hair obscuring his eyes behind his glasses.

"Oh, hey Uncle Remus." He still calls me that. And a dark part of my mind wonders if he will call me that in bed.

"Er...letter." I say holding it up. Harry grins and leaps off of the bed, unconcerned of his unclothed state, His slim torso is exposed to me, lightly defined pectorals, hard abdomen...I can feel my mouth begin to water as I imagine him spread beneath me.

"Great! Thanks." He takes the letter, fingers brushing mine as he does so. And I am supposed to wait a week? I should have pushed him away, and let that be that. "Everything okay?" He asks, brushing back his hair and glancing up at me.

"Of course." It's a charade. We both know it. He knows what he does to me, and I know that he knows.

"Cause you look a little flushed."

"It's a warm day, as you seem to have already realized." I say gently, still not wanting to make him uncomfortable. This must be difficult for him, as well. To have these feelings for me. I have thought only of my own difficulties, my own sins. What of his? He must surely be just as torn an wan war with himself as I.

"Yeah." Harry swallows hard, and he looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine. "Look, Uncle Remus..."

"Yes?" Has he realized? Has he decided he does not want me, and we should keep our relationship to the familial?

"Do we *really* have to wait?"

"Harry..." He is going to be the death of me, one way or another. Whether I give into him now, or later.

"I don't want to sound...spoiled, or pushy or anything, but I just don't get it

"I would feel better about it." I say simply. "Not much, but enough to get me through."

"WHy are you acting like it's some big huge sacrifice on your part?" Harry sat up, watching me with wide eyes behind his glasses. The magnification made them look far larger and rounder then they were, and I sighed. I sat on the edge of his bed, gathering my wits about me.

"Because." I begin, telling myself I will remain calm. "I have always considered myself to be a reserved person. I have to be, Harry. I have learned, through the course of my life, to keep a very tight rein on my emotions and desires. I keep to myself, because of this. I deny myself things, because if I allow myself to slip one place, I will be tempted to let everything slide."

"So you're denying yourself me?" He asks, face scrunched in confusion.

"In a way, yes. I have spent weeks fighting this, holding it back. And now, to be allowed to release it..." I trail off, hoping he realizes what I am telling him. Once it has begun, I will not be able to stop. I will not be able to hold myself back.

"So...it's like...like a dam." Harry says, comprehending. "Everything's been held back, and it kept building, so when it gets let out..."

"Yes." I nod, relieved that he understands. I see the flicker of fear across his face, and I release a breath I did not know I was holding. All of this nonsense will be put to rest, thankfully.

"Then waiting longer's only gonna make it worse." Harry says, leaning close to me. I close my eyes, my mind screaming at my legs to work, to take me out of this place, this room, this cottage. A walk will clear my head. But he is in my lap before I can move, and his smooth, pale arms go around my neck, and his lips press against mine. I cannot resist. I am helpless against his assault, innocent as it may be. I feel the fight drained of of me.

Why? Why bother to fight this? What will one week matter? When all is said and done, it will not matter. And he insists...

I pull him close to me, my hands on the naked flesh of his back. I invade his mouth with my tongue, shuddering at the moist warmth. I tease him, stroking my tongue against his, feeling him react hesitantly. Yes Harry, I fear whatever you have thought of this, you are wrong. My hands caress his back, fingers playing reverently over the dips and ridges of his spine. My tongue still plays against his, and he tilts his head, the bridge of his glasses bites into my flesh. I pull away.

"These must go." I say softly, reaching up to take his glasses off. He nods, and rests his head against my shoulder. I feel the curve of his skull in the hollow of my neck, his soft hair brushing against my skin. I drag my fingers down his spine, feeling him shiver at the contact. I inhale his scent, and it sends a thrill through my being to discover he is aroused. I should not take such pleasure in this. I should not enjoy the feel of him, the taste of him, his warm weight against me.

"I..." Harry mumbles, turning to face me. "I don't know what to do."

"I know." I nod, my hand straying up to wrap in his hair. "That's all right. I didn't know, either. I'll show you."

"Thanks." He smiles, wanly. My fingers trail along his cheek, brush over his lips. I press my thumb firmly against those silky petals, and smile softly when his tongue darts out. He looks up at me with eyes too sultry for his tender years, and slowly sucks the tip of my finger into his mouth. I shudder, my fantasies being realized. I am frozen in place, his verdant gaze locked with mine.

"Is this okay?" He asks, releasing my finger.

"Yes." I nod, my words struggling to push through the tightness in my throat. I must restrain myself from simply pushing his head down, to my lap. But there is time for that later. I bring his lips to mine again, capturing them lightly. He is new to the art of kissing, and that is quite clear. I suck at his lower lip, taking it between my teeth and tugging gently. His eyes are closed, and he grabs my hair, tightly. I release his lip, and move my mouth down to his neck, sucking lightly. I run my tongue over the tender skin, tensing as his hands tighten in my hair. I lick and suck down the column of his neck, and he moves against me, his hips pressing agonizingly against my arousal. He tenses a moment, most likely just now aware of his affect on me. I still my affections, to allow him to get used to this. It takes him only a moment, for he moves his hips again and I only barely stifle a groan. With him in my lap, it is difficult to do all I desire.

"Here." I say, lifting my head to meet his gaze once more. "Lie down on the bed."

"Okay." Harry slips off of my lap, looking very small and vulnerable. "Should I...um..." He wraps his arms around himself, chewing his lower lip.

"Hmmm?" I tilt my head questioningly as I pull back the bedclothes.

"Um..." He lets his hands drop to the waist of his shorts, and raises his eyes to me.

"It's up to you." I say, my fingers itching to bat his hands away, to expose him to my hungry gaze. But I will maintain some semblance of control.

"What about you?" He asks, looking me over.

"Would you prefer me to take off my clothes?" I am amazed at how calm and controlled my voice sounds.

"Well, I mean, we can't do anything with them on, can we?"

"Well, it all depends on what exactly you'd like to do." I sit down on the edge of the bed, trying to project an air of being in control.

"Um..." Harry frowns. "I don't really know. It's up to you, I guess."

"No, Harry." I shake my head. It cannot be this way. I will allow things to get too far out of hand, I know this already.

"Oh." He hangs his head. "Well...um..." He walks over so he's standing in front of me, and he takes my hands in his. I smile warmly at him, though my body is afire. He places my hands on his hips, and looks me in the eye. I wonder, idly, if the face I am seeing now is the face he shows his enemies. So fierce and determined, daring me to deny him. He urges my hands down, drawing his shorts down off of his hips, along his thighs, to drop in a puddle around his feet. I swallow softly, my eyes roaming over his naked form. He was carved by the hand of a master, smooth and pale and hard. I place my hand on his bare hip, my thumb caressing the hard arch.

"You are very beautiful." I tell him, my voice full of the awe I am filled with. I kiss his hip softly, and draw him down onto my lap again, in a fierce embrace.

"What about you?" Harry asks, kissing my neck.

"Would you like me to undress?" I ask, and he nods. He slips off of my lap again, pulling the blanket over his lap. I stand, and begin to undress, aware of his eyes on me as I do. I feel uncomfortable under his unwavering gaze. It has never been quite like this before. I feel, in a way, as though it is my first time again. But that was quite different then this. Severus and I undressed each other, delighting in peeling away layers of clothing to expose what lay beneath...

It takes me but a few moments to divest myself of my clothing. I am methodical about it, folding my robes into a neat packet and placing them on a chair. I turn back to Harry, quelling under his intense scrutiny. I watch his eyes travel over my form, and I wish I were better put together. My shoulders and chest are a touch too broad for my more slender waist, and I am nearly as smooth as Harry.

"Er..." I start to speak, feeling as though I must but not knowing quite what to say.

"It's okay." Harry says, a small smile quirking up the corner of his lips. "Are you just gonna stand there all night?" His smile broadens, and he holds out his hands to me. I return his grin, shaking my head, and join him in my bed...

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Yes folks, that's right, it's shag time!
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