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Title: Surrender
Author: Skye
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HP/RL
Feedback: Please! BeckyHoadley@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Catagory: TOTAL PWP
Summary:Harry is a virgin, and he's decided that Remus would be the best choice for his first time. Remus is rather reluctant. How does Harry convince him? (Kristi)
Beta: Grey
Archiving: After 6-1 anywhere.
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Harry didn't think he'd ever seen anyone look so stunned in his life, and in his sixteen years, he'd seen some stunned expressions. Still, nothing compared to the wide-eyed, open-mouthed, *shock* on the face of his Godfather's lover.

"You want me to *what*? Are you out of your *mind*?"

"I think it makes perfect sense," was Harry's calm reply.

"Yeah I bet to a hormone-crazed teenager it does, but if you were thinking with your *head*, you know the one on your shoulders, you might discover it makes just a *wee*," Remus said holding his thumb and forefinger half an inch apart, "bit less sense,"

"Oh come on! It isn't as though I were propositioning you for the hell of it. You think I couldn't get laid by someone else if I set my mind to it? Hell half the school's out to get into my pants," Harry said, exasperated, flopping onto the couch

"I realize that, and that does not clear up this situation for me in the least. Talk to me Harry."

Harry tossed his glasses onto the coffee table and rubbed his eyes before continuing, "Dumbledore's got his knickers in a knot. He wants me to lose my virginity in a 'controlled' environment before Voldemort takes it upon himself to rid me of it as part of some ritual or something, I don't know."

"okay," Remus said slowly, "So how do I come into play here? Didn't you just say you could find someone, hell anyone?"

"Mm yes, but Dumbldeore insists that the person be both a known quantity and a fully trained wizard. " Harry sighed and put his glasses back on, "That norrows it down-in fact that leaves you, Snape and Sirius."

"Ah," Remus said.

"I wouldn't mind Snape so much, he's sexy if you like that type." Harry said noting with no small amount of amusement that Remus had blushed at the off-hand comment, " I am not shagging my Godfather and if I chose Snape, Sirius would have a coronary."

"No doubt. So I'm the last choice? Not particularly flattering," Remus said drily.

"Look Remus, you're attractive, and I trust you. Sirius also trusts you. As does Dumbledore, who by the way also offered his services," Harry said and both men shuddered.

"ok, you win," Remus conceded wearily.

"Your enthusiasm is daunting," Harry said drily.

"You said Sirius already agreed?" At Harry's nod he continued, "Just come by tonight then and we'll do it. I need to go find out what exactly is the controlled environment Albus has in mind."

When Harry knocked timidly at the door he was met by Sirius, or rather Padfoot, who escorted him through the castle to a room that seemed to be at it's very heart. (Most of the teachers didn't know Sirius Black was back at Hogwarts, and Black liked it that way.)The walls were thick and covered by heavy tapestries. Remus was there sitting before the fire, reading a book. The four-poster bed was simply huge, and there was a night stand with a plain wooden box sitting on top.

As soon as he walked in Sirius was *gone*, apparently not wanting any more remainder of what was happening here than necessary. Once the door shut Remus stood up and stretched, shaking his hair loose. He seemed much more relaxed than he had earlier. It was a good thing, Harry decided, since he thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest, or he stomach empty itself at any second. He was scared.

Harry's emotional state wasn't lost on the werewolf. The boy was terrified, and once more Remus felt himself pitying the him. Everything about his life was controlled and manipulated, even this. He'd couldn't remedy most of the injustice of Harry's existence, but he could make sure that *this* at least was as normal as possible, and mat att at the very least--pleasant. The boy deserved some warmth and affection, not just a the clinical act he seemed to be anticipating.

"Harry," Remus acknowledged softly.

"Remus," Harry said, his voice decidedly strained.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Remus asked, offering him an out. At Harry's nod he continued, "Do you want a drink?" Harry shook his head. "ok then," the werewolf said approaching him slowly, cautiously.

When he was standing in front of Harry, Remus plucked the glasses from his face and tossed them onto the nightstand. Then Remus reached out to take his face between both hands, and smoothed over his cheekbones gently, before kissing him softly, still holding his face between both his hands.

There was no pressure, no urgency, just the light touch of lips meeting. Harry sighed and opened his mouth, his hands coming up to rest loosely on Remus' hips. Remus took his cue and sucked Harry's bottom lip into his mouth and bit very gently before swiping it with his tongue and releasing his lip to press his tongue into Harry's mouth.

The kiss was warm, sweet, like nothing Harry had every experienced before. He wasn't *totally* inexperienced, he'd kissed a few girls here and there, before he'd decided he preferred the 'other' team, but nothing prepared him for *this*. Quite aside from his gender Remus was set apart simply because he knew what he was doing.

When Remus' hands moved from his face, Harry came back to himself and the nervousness returned. That lasted only as long as it took Remus to resettle himself, one hand cupping the back of Harry's neck, the other resting on the side of his throat, thumb stroking at the pale flesh absently.

Gods, how could something so simple feel so... good? Harry moaned quietly into the soft mouth covering his and Remus pulled back, smiling down at him, "You all right?"

Harry blinked up at him and nodded.

"Good," Remus said, voice husky as he lowered his head and kissed Harry again, this time his hands working at the throat of Harry's robes and then pushing it off his shoulders, leaving him in his boxer shorts.

The air against his bare skin made him shiver though it wasn't particularly cold. He was surprised when Remus drew him closer, further into his arms, to find that Remus was in a similar state of undress. The shock of flesh against flesh, the roughness of the curly silvery hair on the werewolf's chest made him break out in goose flesh.

He wasn't aware that they'd been moving until he backed into the huge bed. he climbed back onto it automatically, Remus following without every breaking the kiss or taking his hands off him. The shock of being horizontal, the cool sheets against his back, Remus' warm body stretched out on top of his, the mouth covering his, suddenly it was all too much. He couldn't breathe, and was shaking again, and this time it wasn't with arousal.

Remus caught the shift in his scent, almost before Harry was aware of it himself, and acted. Suddenly Remus wasn't on top of him, he was lying beside him, arms wrapped loosely around him, fingers of one hand trailing lightly up and down his back, the other woven through the hair at the base of his neck, "Shhh. You're ok, just slow down and breathe."

Harry took a deep, shuddering, breath before replying, "I'm fine. It just got a little overwhelming there for a second."

"We've got as long as you need," Remus said quietly, "I'm in no rush." Then he moved back to nuzzle at Harry's jaw line and the younger man tipped his head back, baring his throat to allow further contact, in an unconsciously submissive gesture that rocked straight to the werewolf's groin.

When Remus bit gently into the tender skin Harry moaned and arched toward him with an appreciative purr, " 'S nice."

Something occurred to Remus then. Harry wasn't playing a role to please him, as Sirius did. He wasn't going to have to submit to Harry to keep him happy either. He and Sirius, two alpha males, struggled constantly, but with Harry there was none of that. This wasn't an assumed posture, it was just complete, real, and unashamed, submission and trust. It was something he'd spent his life looking for-- and when he found it, it was in a 16 year old child.

Still, he wasn't going to let this opportunity slide by without enjoying it. There were far too few 'bottoms' out there, people who really and truly fell naturally into a submissive role, for him to *not* take advantage of the situation that had presented itself, or for him to find it less than completely and utterly arousing. All the tenderness and protectiveness he'd felt simply multiplied at his discovery. In spite of common misconception dominant did not mean cruel, at least not in the case of Lupin.

Remus moved again to cover him, weight resting on his palms, and looked down into Harry's face to make sure he was ok. He was. Harry's hands came up and tangled in his hair, not demanding anything, just holding him and enjoying the silky texture. Remus smiled softly and kissed him again, briefly. To ground him, reassure him, before he moved lower, nuzzling and suckling at the flesh of his throat and down further to nip sharply at the curve of his collar bone before continuing his slow descent.

When he reached the small flat nipples he spent several moments suckling lightly on one, rolling the other between his fingers, earning the sharp hiss of indrawn breath from Harry, and the hands still entwined in his hair tightened convulsively. Lust was pouring off the boy in waves, but even without his heightened senses the erection pressing into his stomach would have told him, clearly, just how much Harry was enjoying his attention. He seemed to have calmed down admirably.

Remus pulled back, firmly, freeing his hair from Harry's grasping hands and continuing his path down the smaller man's body, placing open mouthed kisses haphazardly across the fluttering muscles of his stomach until he thrust his tongue into his naval causing Harry's muscles to abruptly contract and Harry to wriggle impatiently.

Keeping his mouth on Harry, lapping at his belly-button he hooked his fingers under the elastic band of Harry's underwear, sliding them off slim hips and then stopping just long enough to pull them entirely off. He nudged Harry's legs to part with a knee and settled himself between his legs and took Harry's straining erection into his mouth, swallowing it to the base with practiced ease.

His rhythm was slow and easy, something Harry could follow easily, and he gently scratched his fingers across Harry's balls, dragging his nails through the fine thatch of hair. He knew Harry wasn't going to last long and he didn't want him to.

"Remus...," Harry whimpered, pleading.

Remus hummed in response, speeding up and flattening his tongue against the underside of Harry's cock. Moments later, hands fisted and white knuckled in the sheets, he was coming, and coming harder than he ever had in his life.

Remus swallowed and then crawled back up, holding Harry while his breathing slowed down and his heart rate dropped back to normal. Remus pushed sweat darkened hair away from his forehead gently.

"God," Harry gasped, eyes open and feverishly bright.

"Mm," Remus muttered moving in and taking Harry's mouth in a slow, lazy kiss that quickly turned more possessive and passionate. Remus chuckled softly into the young man's mouth when Harry moaned slightly and pushed against him, arching his hips to bring his renewing erection into contact with a muscular thigh.

"What?" Harry asked, pulling back and blushing.

"The joy of youth."

"Oh," Harry said and reached toward him , hand falling just short of contact, "Can I....?" he asked uncertainly, eyes down.

Remus cocked his head to one side and was again reminded of the innate submissiveness that had so shocked and thrilled him earlier, "By all means," he said, voice husky from arousal.

Small hands ghosted over his chest, lightly tracing the contours of his ribs and the clavicle, then moving to outline the clearly defined abdominal muscles. There something something endearing and undeniably arousing in the light, uncertain touch.

When Harry moved back and his fingers brushed against a nipple Remus groaned and shimmied out of his boxers, kicking them off the bed. His arousal was painful by now, and he wanted nothing so much as to be buried in the heat of Harry's body, but he'd spent a life time learning to control his baser instincts, and he was not about to loose it and hurt or scare Harry now.

He gently turned Harry, guiding him to face him and insinuated one knee between his thighs, holding Harry's knees apart as he pulled him closer. Harry's hips rolled forward instinctively and a quiet moan escaped his throat.

Remus reached behind him with one hand, keeping the other on Harry's back as he retrieved and opened the jar of lubricant with one hand. Harry went very, very, still at the sound of the top unscrewing. Remus tipped Harry's face up and looked into his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply, inhaling the scent of the lust rolling off the boy, as well as some nervousness and a bit of honest fear. Still the sheer need and hunger for something Harry couldn't articulate, didn't even know how to ask for yet, outweighed the fear.

Kissing Harry softly and then guiding his head down against his shoulder Remus dipped his fingers into the jar of oil before running the heel of his hand firmly down the center of Harry's back then moving into the shadowy cleft and finding the tight entrance to his body.

He smeared the oil around the puckered opening with gradually increasing pressure until the first finger slid in to the second knuckle. Harry twitched and tensed for just a moment before relaxing.

Remus was sliding the finger in and out slowly, almost hypnotically, with one hand holding him firmly, but gently , by the back of the neck, kneading the muscle there occasionally. When the first finger was joined by a second he wiggled a bit uncomfortably and in response Remus stilled his hand, but moved *Harry* so that he was on his back with his knees bent, feeling a bit silly and a lot exposed.

Then the werewolf moved his hand again, fingers curling forward a bit and hitting something inside him. "Urgh" Harry gurgled in articulately thrusting back a bit.

Remus smiled and twisted his hand 180 degrees, opening the fingers inside Harry a bit, making sure to slide his fingers over his prostate frequently. It didn't take long before Harry was thrusting back on the fingers earnestly, fucking himself.

When Remus slid the fingers out of him, slowly, and wiped the lube from his fingers on the sheet Harry's eyes opened rather confused. Remus pulled Harry's legs up and around his waist and positioned the head of his cock and began, very slowly, to push forward.

Harry opened to him with minimal resistance but he could feel the spike of tension as the head breached the ring of muscle and stilled, pausing to look down at Harry. He was flushed, sweat standing out on his forehead, eyes closed and breathing rather shallowly.

Remus lay a hand against his cheek and stroked the thumb along his lower lip and Harry's eyes opened, "Trust me love," and at Harry's dazed nod he continued, "Just breathe out for me and relax," he said very softly.

Harry did as Remus had told him to and Remus slowly sank into him as the tension left his muscles. Fully inside him Remus had to stop. Harry was fine now, but if he moved yet he was going to come, and he wasn't prepared for this to be over yet.

Finally Harry couldn't stand anymore and wiggled against him, earning a startled gasp, "Harry...." Then Remus began to thrust, shallowly and slowly at first, but gradually increasing both tempo and depth.

Remus moved to grasp Harry's wrists, and pin them to the bed. Harry opened his eyes at that but there was utterly no struggle or fear, he simply arched up, meeting his thrusts, eyes locked on his.

Remus groaned. Harry not only accepting the gentle restraint but responding to it with enthusiasm. Harry was totally at his mercy and command, trusting him entirely not only to look after his physical well being, but to bring them both pleasure.

"Harry," He growled roughly, "Come for me. Now."

That was all it took and Harry was contracting around him, taking him over the edge with him, both shaking convulsively as they came.

Remus collapsed on top of Harry, still holding him pinned to the bed. Dear Lord. How could someone so utterly innocent have undone him so thoroughly?

Huffing air out of his nose Remus managed to find enough energy to roll off the smaller man who inhaled appreciatively. Harry turned onto his side and scratched lightly at the mat of hair on his chest, earning a low contented growl, "Good boy" Harry said lightly.

Remus batted at him, "Make yourself useful and grab a wash cloth before we stick together."

"Can't we just use a cleaning spell?"

"Not down here. No magic."

"Oh. But I don't wanna move," Harry said drowsily.

Remus got up to get and returned with a warm damp cloth and wiped Harry down. The boy seemed to be asleep already, and he wasn't far behind but he'd learned from long experience that if he left sperm to dry in his chest hair he'd have to shave to get rid of it.

Tossing the cloth onto the floor he crawled into bed and Harry moved into his arms without waking up, making contented sleepy sounds as he nuzzled closer. Remus kissed Harry on the forehead as he settled in to sleep himself. Gods....how was he ever going to give this up? How could he ever go back to accepting anything less than total trust and surrender?

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