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Rave

2:07. He watched the clock. "I'm never going to get any sleep for the rest of my life," he groaned. Getting out of bed,
he pulled on the pair of underwear he remembered sliding out of because of the heat.

He went to his wardrobe and opened the door. "Ugh," he cringed, "I need new clothes." He put on a pair of faded jeans and
a skin tight grey shirt. Walking to the mirror he hummed to himself. He unceremoniously rubbed moose through his hair to
give it some volume. "I should get it dyed..." he shrugged the idea off, grabbed his keys off of the rack and walked out
the door.

When in the car, he put the parking brake on and put the hood of his convertible down. He knew he'd get in trouble for this
because he wasn't quite adapted to the city smog cloud yet, but it felt good to have a breeze low through his body. He
earned quite a few looks from fairly attractive girls on the highway. Even at 2:30 in the morning there was a traffic jam.
It seemed to him that L.A. contained a good 40% of the world's population, and everyone had somewhere to go every second of
their life. At least he wasn't the only insomniac.

He pulled up to the club. When he got out of the car he could feel the beat of the techno from the parking lot. He decided
to leave the top of the car down. There wasn't anything important in the except for the car itself, and he had legs that
could walk just as well, if not better, as the wheels could spin. Besides, everyone had shiny and expensive cars, a simple
convertible like his attracted very little attention.

Showing the huge door guards his I.D. he pushed the slightly heavy doors open and walked into the twenty-four hour
daily/nightly rave. He sighed and immediately walked over to the bar. He recognized some of boys there. Some he knew from
acquaintance, some he knew by coming to the club every night and early morning and watching them. A particular person
caught his eye tonight, and he could practically feel his heart stop. "Harry," he breathed lightly, breath taken from him.

For the past two weeks he'd been trying to face the boy and tell him how much Harry meant to him. Downing the remainder of
his drink he got upm thm the bar stool to walk over to the raven haired boy. He's not a boy. He's 23. Pausing for
a brief second, he thought, Oh god, Remus, you're old.

"Shut up," he muttered to what would seem to no one to a passerby. He had to keep his conscious on his side to do what he
was finally going to. He walked up to Harry's back, longing to see those green eyes just once more. The lust that he had
felt for the younger one years ago disappeared and had turned into an obsession. The excitement and adrenaline built up in
his body; he was actually doing this!

Just as Remus raised his hand to tap Harry's shoulder, he noticed a hand slip onto the boy's waist. Once he realized that
the couple were going out to dance together, Remus quickly ran his hand through his hair as though that was what he meant to
do in the first place. Stupid. He mentally banged his head against a brick wall one hundred times over. Stupid.
Stupid. Stupid.

Going back to his bar seat, yes he had his own seat, the man ordered another set of drinks and positioned himself so he
could watch Harry and his partner dance together. Dance? He snorted out loud while taking another sip. They
weren't dancing. They were part of a never-ending orgy. He sighed, wanting nothing more that to be part of the group.
Well, maybe he wanted Harry more, just to himself, but Harry was always the exception for Remus.

Remus couldn't help but notice that Harry had now switched partners three times in the past ten minutes, though it was hard
to tell. He laughed to himself. Harry was a man-ho, he teased, taking another sip. Maybe he could make himself on of the
victims. Yes, that would be nice...

Before acting on the ingenious idea, Remus watched Harry go through a few more partners he he was suddenly stricken with a
new wave of fear. What if Harry was a man-ho? What if he would use Remus' body to grind up against, and, not too
late, throw him away as quickly as he had taken him in. Remus glanced at Harry's previous partners. They didn't too too
depressed... One way to find out. He swallowed the rest of his second drink and got up, promising himself that he
wouldn't get cold feet again.

Just as he walked up to Harry, his partner, who now scarily resembled Colin Creevey, whispered something in Harry's ear.
The boy quickly turned around and smiled at Remus. "Hello stranger."

Remus screamed inside his head. Harry. Voice. Harry's voice. Him. Speaking. Harry was talking to him! He almost had
to twist his legs to keep from hardening on the spot, which most likely wouldn't have worked anyway. He lost his voice and
smiled weakly in return.

Harry placed both of his hands on either side of Remus' body and pulled to older male closer to his body. He was only an
inch shorter than Remus, at the most. Both had grown a bit since Harry's Hogwarts years.

Harry frowned at his silent partner, "I've seen you here a lot. What haven't you come up to dance with me?" he asked,
putting on a mock-hurt face and quickened their pace as the tempo of the sound quickened. Almost too fast.

"I haven't quite found the courage to yet, in fact, I'm still wondering how the hell I got to you in the first place,"
Remus replied honestly, hoping that Harry would take it as a tease. He didn't.

"I know how that feels." Remus' eyebrows went up. "The first time I saw you I almost went up to you."

"Why didn't you?!" Remus asked, finding himself breathless once again.

Harry paused his answer and Remus could have sworn he saw a blush coming on the boy's face. "I was actually checking you
out, from the back," Harry grinned as it was now Remus who was blushing, "until I saw who you were. I didn't know how you'd
react to someone you haven't seen for ages come up to you and greet by saying 'Hey there, your ass is looking finer than
ever. Wanna dance?' So I thought better of myself." He shrugged.

Remus could help but be reminded of how much Harry resembled James in more ways than appearance, and the boy didn't even
know it. He sighed. "You should have," he said seriously, "didn't you know it's a major turn on for werewolves when their
past students come u the them and comment on their arse? I mean," Remus buffed his nails on his shirt, "it happens all the
time you know." He winked and smiled at his partner.

Harry, in turn, noticed a sparkle of desire in Remus' eyes and knew from that moment on that the man wanted much more than
a three minute dance, even if those three minutes lasted until after noon. He hesitated slightly before replying; careful
not to let too much worry show, "So, how've you been? You look fantastic," he noted as he took Remus' full presentation in
for the first time, "so things couldn't be that bad? ..."

"No, not at all. It's still a pain in the arse to find a job, but I'm alive." Unlike your friends.

"Thankfully," Harry quickly added, still taking in Remus' looks. He pulled the man closer and wrapped his arms around his
torso, rubbing his hands a little lower with every stroke. He whispered in the crook of Remus' neck, "What are you doing
here, Remy?"

Gold eyes suddenly pierced green, and Remus thought. "You, actually."

Harry snorted, "I expected as much. But I meant in America altogether. Why aren't you in England?"

"I stick with my previous answer, Harry," Remus replied, acting cool but his heart was screaming out at the devotion that
was unmasked in Harry's voice.

Harry stopped dancing. "I knew it."

Remus waited for a second, pulling Harry even closer (which seemed almost impossible by then). "Then why are we still
here?" he asked, whispering into Harry's ear.

Harry looked at Re sud suddenly nervous. "Because you haven't kissed me yet."

Remus nodded as if the reply was an obvious boundary, "Ah." He was now seriously considering the possibility that Harry was
completely wasted after all. Leaning in towards the boy's face, Remus teased Harry by leaving milimetres of air between the
pairs of lips. Harry's erection didn't go unnoticed either, but Remus saved that thought for a more private place.

Harry was having a hard time keeping up. Normally he was the one doing the teasing. This was new, and he liked it. He
liked Remus. He wanted Remus. Harry couldn't take it any longer. He sealed the kiss.

Remus' eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a low moan. Finally. Finally. He could feel a tongue slide
across his bottom lip, begging entrance before the supply of oxygen in their lungs ran out. He took Harry's tongue in,
sucking it, tangling it with his own. Harry's arms tightened around Remus' neck, and in response Remus' hands went lower,
holding Harry's assets tightly.

When both of the mans' breaths had ran out they kept the kiss in tact for a few more precious seconds. As they both pulled
apart Remus laughed at Harry's bruised lips, wet and shiny, and couldn't help thinking that his own must look remarkably the
same.

"Enough invitation?" The older asked.

The glint in Harry's eyes was much more than Remus needed in order to know he was wanted. The two left the bar and went to
Remus' car. "What about your car?" the werewolf asked.

"I gave Colin the keys. He walks here anyway, so... he'll know to drive it home." Remus nodded, noting to himself that it
WAS Colin dancing with Harry. He shivered.

The drive to Remus' apartment was interesting. Harry immediately went for Remus' hand after they sat down and put their
seatbelts on. The older man took the gesture and they both smiled. Harry was falling...fast. This had never happened to
him before. It was weird...nice, but weird.

When they got to Remus' house, Harry slid his arms around his werewolf's waist and walked behind him all the way up to the
room. He sucked on and kissed Remus' neck as his lover opened the door to his bedroom. There, waiting for the two of them,
was the bed; Remus' bed, Harry reminded himself. The young man let out a low moan and turned Remus so they were facing
each other. Suddenly their lips were joined and hands were all over the place. They wanted to explore, they needed to, and
they did.

Remus' eyes rolled back into his head as Harry sucked and nibbled on his lips. He could feel a pair of chilled hands run up
under his shirt and pull the piece of clothing off, as Remus followed suit to Harry's own shirt. The sensation of skin on
skin contact was almost too much for Remus, and his erection began to beg for attention. He moaned and pulled Harry onto
the bed, gasping for air. Remus' body demanded top, and he sat with Harry's waist between his thighs, bending over towards
Harry in the slightest.

All of a sudden, the tempo of their lust slowed considerably, and Harry looked deep into Remus' eyes. Falling, almost too
fast for comfort. Harry lifted a hand and slipped it through Remus' silk hair. He felt his lover give into the touch, and
they suddenly realized where they were...and what they weren't doing...

Remus kissed Harry, and pulled both of them so they were on their sides. The werewolf started to undo his lover's pants,
not breaking the kiss, and slid them down his legs. He did the same to his pants and soon the layers of underclothing were
stripped as well.

For what seemed like hours, the both of them laid in bed, grinding into each other and kissing non-stop. Until one of
Harry's hands slid from Remus' back to his arse and soon to the werewolf's front. His hands gently clasped around the
length, slowly rubbing up and down, running his thumb over the head. This last act earned Harry a most convincing moan from
Remus, encouraging the young to do more, and Harry soon slid downward, sucking, licking, and nibbling Remus' neck and
collarbone.

Harry took Remus' left nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue forcefully around it. Then he bit into it. A wave of
pleasant pain permeated Remus' body, he couldn't move. The older man just let Harry take over, reminding himself that he
had the whole night to regain his position as the dominant male.

When Harry was satisfied with the work he had done with
Remus' left nipple, he moved to the right one and followed his previous procedure. After drowning Remus' breasts in saliva
Harry moved lower. He trailed his tongue down Remus' torso, dipping it around his lover's navel and licking around the
edges, all the while rubbing the werewolve's nipples with his hands. Moving lower yet, Harry teased Remus by running his
tongue along the crease of his thigh and dick. When even Harry was sick of teasing, he took Remus into his mouth. Both of
the men moaned, loudly.

Harry licked Remus to no end. When the pre-come began to choke him, Harry swallowed, and Remus almost screamed. Harry
would have yelled too, but his mouth was rather full. Harry sighed, Remus tasted like oranges. He was never going to be
able to drink orange juice without getting a boner again, not that the image wasn't a bad one. Harry's grip on Remus' ass
loosened, letting one hand stray to the front to tickle Remus' sac, the other to brush against Remus' cheeks, playing around
his entrance.

Remus sucked in his breath. This was incredible. He didn't want it to end. Harry's mouth was so warm and welcoming; so
advanced for his age. He wred red if Harry only wanted a one night stand or a real relationship. Remus wouldn't mind
being treated like this on a regular basis, but before Remus could finish the thoughts of shagging Harry every night, he
felt a finger press into his entrance. Remus' hip thrust forward, wanting more. No matter how many times he'd had sex
before, Remus could never usedused to the feeling of entrance...it was enough to make him come on the spot, as he almost
did.

Harry had finished with Remus' front, and began to pay more attention to his lover's rear. He thrust his finger back and
forth, and inserted another in an effort to open R. H. He stroked the werewolf's prostate, and Remus screamed. He
couldn't help it. It had been so long. Harry smiled. He knew how to make Remus scream, and he liked doing it, but he was
growing impatient. After three fingers, Harry could tell that Remus wanted it, an he was going to get it.

Harry took his fingers out of Remus' entrance, and grinned evilly. He quickly grabbed the bottle of lube that was so
conveniently sitting on the bedstand table and applied a generous coat to his throbbing cock. Remus squirmed anxiously. He
hated the suspense of waiting, but as soon as he felt something warm at his opening, he knew it was more than worth it. He
surprised himself by gasping as he felt Harry enter him for the first time.

Harry's mind was spinning. Remus was so tight and hot, but more than welcoming. He thrust once into Remus, and was
greeted with a most pleasurable scream from his partner. Harry grinned and started to develop a pace with his thrusts and
began to quicken and deepen them.

Remus couldn't breathe. He was fully intoxicated. Harry was amazing. He hadn't felt like this since... Since
Hogwarts, he reminded himself. Sirius... All grief that Remus would have normally felt when he thought of
Sirius vanished as Harry thrusted against Remus' prostate. "Oh god."

"Yeah, I know I am." Harry thrusted harder and Remus reached his climax. Harry sooned followed, filling Remus with a hot
honey-like fluid. He pulled out of his lover and collapsed on his chest. "But I think I might be falling in love with
you," he said between gasps for breath.

"Really? Tell me, do you always fall in love with someone after you've had sex with them?" Remus laughed, though the
thought of his question weighed on his mind.

"No," Harry replied cautiously, nibbling on the werewolf's neck. "You were my first."

Remus sat up quickly, "What?" He almost laughed. "No I wasn't."

"Yes you were."

"I couldn't have been...I mean...no, I wasn't." Remus didn't believe Harry, and was becoming a little frustrated at him for
lying.

"Yes, you were. Why don't you believe me???"

"Where'd you learn to... you know?! I mean, no virgin is ever that good. Seriously..."

Harry grinned. "Have you ever heard of a thing called technology??? I mean, DVD's and the internet are wonderful
instructors."

Remus laughed. "Fine. Then what is this?"

"What is what?"

"This!" Remus moved his hand between the two of them. "What are we?"

"..."

"Merlin, Harry, if you're going to be this daft after every shag it may not even be worth it."

"Hey!"

Remus rolled his eyes and took Harry into an embrace. "Am I your...partner?"

"No. You're just mine. My love, my partner, my friend, my everything." Harry cuddled up tighter to Remus and began
stroking his lover's stomach.

"I can live with that..." Remus rolled over on top of Harry, "My turn."
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