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This story is based on characters and situations in the Harry Potter books by J. K. Rowling; it does not seek to infringe on copyright nor to make any money for its author.

April
1977

"Of
course I'm positive," Sirius says. "I checked it four different
almanacs. There's another twenty minutes until the moon is completely full, so
we've definitely got the time."

Peter
joins Sirius and Remus under the Invisibility Cloak; all four of them can't fit
anymore since James grew five inches last summer. Now he winks at them and says
that he'll find a place to stand guard.

They
learned to move as one under the Cloak in second year or so, and as they leave
the tower there are no false steps or blunders. Remus sneezes once but there's
no one to catch them on the stairs, or in the corridor either, the map says.

Outside
they run to the grass below the Slytherin tower and it's as Remus told them
before, Snape is sitting by one of the windows reading a book. It probably
involves cursing people or brewing potions to make them suffer in hideous
agony, knowing Snape.

"Fourteen
minutes now," Sirius says, glancing at his watch and then sliding his arm
around Remus's waist. "A few good loud ones and then we should probably
run for it."

"Really
loud," adds Peter. "Snape's got the window
closed."

Remus
takes a deep breath and Sirius can feel his ribs as his lungs fill with air.

The
howl is deafening, the sort of howl that makes a person shudder to think of how
much power is behind it, the way that Sirius is shuddering now, though he'd
never admit that he is. Snape looks up with a start and Peter has to clap his
hand over his mouth so he won't laugh. Remus howls once more and this time two
windows in the tower are thrown open, and anxious Slytherins
look out. Snape is not one of them. Snape has snapped his book shut and got up
from the window in one swift movement.

"Damn,"
Peter moans, "he's probably going for someone."

"Run,"
Sirius whispers in Remus's ear, and the three of them move as one and are gone
into the night.

July
1981

Harry
has learned a remarkable amount of words for a child his age; when Remus
remarked on the fact, James kissed Lily and said that Harry must be clever like
his mother. She smiled and rolled her eyes and asked Remus if he would like
another piece of lemon cake.

At
the moment James and Lily have gone to do some errands for a few hours, and
Harry and Sirius are lying on the floor, feeding each other bits from the last
piece of cake. As Harry's fingers poke into Sirius's mouth Sirius makes
exaggerated munching noises, which makes Harry giggle.

"Is
he even old enough to be eating cake?" asks Remus, who's sprawled across
the couch. He's been staying late at work recently and when he got home last
night Sirius was in an amorous mood. He can't remember the last time he got a
full night of decent sleep.

"It's
mostly frosting," Sirius replies; at that moment Remus knows that Sirius
knows nothing about what babies are supposed to eat. "The rest is all soft
and he hasn't really got to chew it."

"More,"
Harry says.

"You're
getting it all over his face," remarks Remus, and closes his eyes.

"It
washes off," Sirius says. "Okay, Harry, open your mouth."

Remus
hears the soft and wet sound of baby lips smacking up and down.
"More."

He
opens his eyes; Sirius is holding up the empty plate. "Sorry, there isn't
any more, we ate it all."

Harry
looks confused. "More!"

"No,
all gone," Sirius says.

Harry's
eyelids scrunch up and the next second he's wailing, in that way that babies
have that makes it sound as though their entire world has just crumbled before
them. Sirius picks him up and starts walking him around the room, explaining
very logically that all the cake is in their tummies now, but babies aren't logical
and Harry cries until he tires himself out and can only make whimpering noises.

Sirius
sits down in the rocking chair and starts to rock him back and forth.
"You've got a strong set of lungs, eh?"

Harry
sniffs.

"You
want to know a secret?"

Harry
looks up; he probably doesn't even know what a secret is yet, Remus thinks, but
something about Sirius's voice makes it sound exciting.

"See
Moony over there? Moony can make really loud noises." Sirius makes a
little howling sound to demonstrate and Harry smiles and hiccups in a contented
sort of way. "There are lots of ways you can get him to do it, but I'll
show you the easiest way."

Remus
looks up, alarmed. "No. No, you're not."

"Yes,
I am," Sirius whispers in Harry's ear. "Come on, I'll show you."
He holds Harry with one arm and reaches the couch in two long strides.

"Padfoot
- "

"Ready,
Harry?"

"Padfoot,
don't - "

Sirius
reaches for Remus's stomach and begins to tickle, long fingers dancing their
tips across the ribs and down to the navel.

Remus
shrieks; he can't bloody help it, Sirius found that out in second year and he's
never forgotten it since. In fifth year he'd try to tickle Remus all the time,
which make Remus think Sirius was being a colossal git until the middle of
sixth year when Sirius tackled him tickling onto the bed and then, after a
pause, kissed his throat.

Harry
giggles. "Funny!"

That
was his third word, after "Mummy" and "Daddy", and what
else could you expect from James's son and Sirius's godson?

Sirius
won't stop tickling and Harry won't stop giggling, and there's still a plate of
crumbs and frosting on the floor and when are Prongs and Lily getting home,
they can save Remus from being attacked by the lethal combination of boyfriend
and baby, Sirius won't stop and Remus is howling because he feels like he'll
burst and Harry laughs and laughs and laughs in Sirius's arms.

Finally
Sirius relents and smoothes the hair off Remus's forehead. "Sorry."

"No
you're not," Remus mutters, and leans forward to kiss Sirius.

He
tastes the lemon and moves his tongue forward to taste it again.

"Mooy Ahfuh," Harry says,
which means "Moony Padfoot," though Lily thought it was something
about a cow at first. They've been trying to teach him to say
"Wormtail" but it's hard when Peter doesn't stop by very often anymore.

May
1977

It
wouldn't be that big of a deal if it did hurt a bit, but Sirius seems to have
this imagine in his find of the Perfect First Buggering and it is not allowed
to involve any pain on Remus's part. They've both agreed that they want to try
different things with who's putting what where, eventually, but right now
Sirius and his Perfect First Buggering are giving Remus a headache.

"I
won't be able to get off it I know it's hurting you," Sirius argues.
They've just been giving each other head and Sirius is in Remus's bed, with
both of them naked under the sheet. Remus definitely isn't opposed to the idea
of Sirius taking it up the arse before he does, but it's not going to be
perfect, no matter what Sirius says. Besides, he can take a little pain. He
takes a hell of a lot of pain every month, and he tells that to Sirius.

"Great,
having sex is comparable to turning into a wolf."

"Shut
up, you know that's not what I meant."

They
argue some more, back and forth, until finally Sirius says, "Look, we have
another hour and a half before anyone gets back. This is a waste of time."

"That's
what I was trying to say," Remus retorts.

"Fine. Where's the lube?"

"You
aren't going to stay in this mood while we're at it, are you?"

"What
mood?"

"Your petulant resentful mood."

"At
least I'm not the one who argues when someone is trying to help him out."

"That's
not what I was doing!"

They
hear the clock in the common room chime; Sirius lays back and moves his legs
apart. "Let's forget about this, Remus. It's not going to be perfect, all
right. I don't think you're a weakling or anything. Sorry. Okay?"

"Okay."

Sirius smiles.

"I
love you."

"I
love you too, Moony."

"Prat."

A
couple of minutes later Sirius is gritting his teeth and Remus is gasping,
because it's so damn good and they're finally doing it, they really are. He
feels Sirius begin to relax and once Sirius starts to moan he thrusts, hard.
Soon they're both getting to the point where they're nearly going to come;
Remus realizes a primal, ecstatic sound is escaping from his mouth. Sirius
climaxes first and Remus follows a second later, blood pumping madly through
his heart.

"Maybe
sex is comparable to turning into a wolf," Sirius says when they
can both breathe normally again. "Aooooo...the
alpha male claims his mate..."

"Prat," says Remus again, but in a softer voice than
before.

July
1995

"If
it's all right," Sirius says hoarsely. "I understand if it's
not."

"It's
all right," Remus says, and pulls back the blanket. "Come here."

Remus's
arms around Sirius are thinner than the way they used to feel, and it makes
Sirius want to go and blast the whole Ministry into pieces, for not letting
Remus have a decent job so he can eat enough goddamned food, among the
other crimes the Ministry has committed like - he doesn't want to think about
that now, he's with Remus in Remus's bed and he's wanted this ever since the
feelings lost in Azkaban all came back. After he escaped he couldn't laugh, and
he couldn't cry, and he couldn't get hard. He'd tried them all. Laughter was
the first to return; he's heard that he laughed as they took him to Azkaban but
he can't remember it. He thinks it might have been a scream.

It
surprised him, that he could laugh before he could cry, and it worried him
until he wondered what the hell he was complaining about. A few months later
Sirius was thinking about Remus and the time they'd skived off one of their
classes in seventh year to fool around under the Quidditch stands. He thought
about Remus yanking up his robe and eventually taking him into his mouth, how
it felt when Remus's tongue flicked up and down. When he thought about it he
was in a cave near Hogsmeade, human, for once. He was
so hard it hurt, as if his body was trying to make up for lost time.

He's
only cried once, in Dumbledore's office a few weeks ago, when he heard about Voldemort's return and remembered how unreal it had all
felt before, the way it felt now, and how even when it was so painful that it
had to be real part of him still couldn't quite believe they were at war, and
that those who had died were gone for good.

He
and Remus lie on their sides, facing each other; they aren't touching very much
yet, just Remus's arms around him and his fingertips resting on Remus's lips.
Sirius moves a little closer and his knee bumps softly against Remus's thigh.
Remus is wearing an old nightshirt that smells like strong soap.

They
kissed each other a few days ago, Remus kissing first after he said goodnight
and before he went back to his own room. It was a very light kiss but it lasted
for at least five seconds, or an eternity. The next morning when they ate
breakfast (Remus is trying to get Sirius to have at least two meals a day;
three makes him feel sick) they held hands under the table until Remus moved
his to open the jar of jam.

Sirius
moves his fingertips away and kisses Remus, quickly at first and then again,
more slowly. One of Remus's hands slides from Sirius's back to his chest, and
then his stomach. It's warm, Sirius realizes, in bed with Remus. It's warm in a
way he hasn't felt in a long time.

He's
spent so much time alone that he has to feel something solid to comfort him,
and so he lies on his back and pulls Remus on top of him, straddling. He closes
his eyes as Remus's weight, light as it is, presses him down to the bed. He
reaches up to undo the buttons of the nightshirt that smells like soap; Remus
helps him and pulls it off once the buttons are undone.

There
are some new scars that Sirius doesn't remember, but the starkest sight is
Remus's skin pulled tight across his ribs. His heart feels as thought it could
jump past his ribs and through his skin.

Remus
is taking off Sirius's clothes now, Remus's best pair of pajamas on loan. For a
moment Sirius remembers how he used to lie under Remus, or on top of him, or
next to him, naked and feeling as though every inch of his body was perfect
because he was beautiful and because Remus had touched him. Now he feels like
his body has been ravaged but Remus looks nearly the same. He doesn't know
whether to feel comforted or saddened because they are alike.

Remus
reaches over to take a tube of lubricant out of the nightstand drawer; Sirius
wonders if Remus has been with anyone else but then Remus always had lubricant
for wanking, anyway, and Sirius doesn't want to think of someone else with
Remus and so he doesn't ask. After everything that's happened, it doesn't
really matter anymore. Remus unscrews the cap and squeezes some into Sirius's
hand. "Slow," he says. Sirius nods.

They
stroke each other for a few seconds, until Sirius reaches down to rub the
lubricant over himself and then tentatively pushes his
wet finger into Remus's arse. Remus closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
Sirius pushes his finger in further, about halfway and then all the way in
after a moment's pause. "That's good," Remus whispers. "That's
good."

A
few minutes more and Remus feels loose enough inside; he's the one who puts
Sirius inside of him, slowly, inch by inch. They stay still for a moment and
then Remus, who's been sitting up, lies down on top of Sirius and wraps his
legs around him.

"Remus,"
Sirius moans. The last time they made love was - what, July 1981? Not any later
than August. Their descent and deterioration had been swift once Remus went to Romania and
didn't write and once Sirius took the midnight guard shift and never slept at
home. "Remus, this - Remus - "

"I
know."

And then their hands are all over each other, Remus gripping
Sirius's arse hard enough to bruise, Sirius roughly rubbing Remus's chest,
Remus pushing down Sirius's shoulders and pinning him to the bed, Sirius
grabbing Remus's hips and pushing him up, and down, and up, and down. Remus throws back his head and
wails, howls, that way he always did when it felt so good that he couldn't be
quiet and reserved as he usually was and had been. He comes in hot spurts all
over Sirius's stomach and chest, some even landing on his cheek. Sirius pushes
him down one final time and thrusts, thrusts again, feels his first orgasm in
over a decade explode and gasps, breathless.

September
1971

Peter's
brother Nathaniel takes them in their second week of first year to meet Hagrid,
the gamekeeper who lives in the huge wooden hut Sirius noticed on their first
day of school. Nathaniel says that Hagrid is the best adult in the school,
except for maybe Dumbledore; Hagrid has loads of animals and if you come to
visit him he'll offer you biscuits, even if they are like flat rocks, and
sometimes cake, even if it does taste as though he's had it for a thousand
years.

Before
they've had a chance to knock on the door Hagrid's
dog Fang comes jumping up from the other side of the hut. Sirius is the first
to try and pet him and immediately gets dog slobber all over his hands. He
tries to rub it on James's head, saying maybe it will make his hair stick up
better, and James is about to hex him when Nathaniel hisses at them to stop
acting like stupid prats. A voice from inside booms,
"Who's tha' by my door?" and a moment later
Hagrid turns the handle and steps out, grinning on seeing Nathaniel and looking
curiously at the four other boys - who, Sirius thinks, probably look like ants
to Hagrid. When Nathaniel introduces them all Hagrid stares and then blinks at
the name Black, the way about thirty million other people have done since
Sirius got to Hogwarts. He can tell that Hagrid can't be all human, as enormous
as he is, but Nathaniel seems to like him and Hagrid politely invites them all
in, apologizing for the mess in the kitchen.

Right
away Sirius doesn't care about the mess, because it's for a good reason; Hagrid's other dog, Lucinda, had a puppy last night, whose
name is Fang the Second. Both Fang the First and Lucinda are hugs dogs, but the
puppy is small, with his ears flattened back on his head and tiny eyelids that
haven't opened yet. "Cool," says Peter, and crouches down on
the floor to look at Fang the Second. Sirius, James, and Nathaniel quickly
follow, but Remus hangs back, chewing on his lower lip.

"Go
ahead, yeh can take a look a' him," says Hagrid
to Remus; Remus nods, blinking, and kneels down next to Sirius.

Lucinda
is lying on one side and after a couple of minutes Fang the Second must be
hungry, because he starts nosing at her belly in search of a nipple. As he's so
little and new and blind, he keeps missing. "Come on, Fang, on your
left," says James, but Fang hasn't quite figured out what he's doing and
is still searching for the milk.

"Here,"
says Remus, and leans over to nudge Fang's mouth towards the nearest nipple. As
he touches Fang's head with one finger Lucinda growls; Remus looks up,
startled, but it's too late and Lucinda lunges forward and bites him on the
arm, blood staining the torn sleeve of his robe.

Before
Sirius quite realizes what's happened Remus is howling in pain, tears escaping
his eyes even though he's trying to wipe them away with his other arm. Hagrid
hurriedly reaches down and scoops up Remus, the skinniest of them all, in one
arm and sets him down at the table, telling Lucinda in a harsh voice that she's
a bad dog and she had no cause to bite a nice young man who was only trying to
help. Remus is still wailing and Hagrid pulls back what's left of the sleeve,
telling Nathaniel to get some water and then some rags from the bottom shelf of
the cupboard.

Nathaniel
is getting the water, Peter goes for the rags, James is glaring at Lucinda, and
Sirius sees what no one else except maybe Hagrid does, that Remus has a faded
pink scar higher on his arm that has the same shape as the new bite, which is
still dripping blood.

December,
1979

Sirius
leans in to kiss Remus as they reach the street corner, and from somewhere
overhead there's a loud whistle. Remus looks away from its direction but Sirius
turns his head and waves.

"Some
woman leaning out her window," he says, stepping off the curb. "I
didn't know this place was going to be so nice in that respect."

"What,
women whistling at you?"

"No,"
replies Sirius, rolling his eyes and nudging Remus in the ribs. "This is
one of the only places we've been to that we can hold hands and things and no
one cares."

"I
suppose one marginalized group is apt to accept another." They reach the
other side of the street and open the door to Remus's school.

Andrea
Lennox and Melanie Weiss are talking in the corridor; upon seeing Remus they
look up somewhat guiltily but don't speak. "Aren't you two supposed to be
in for curfew in about five minutes?" he asks lightly.

"Well,
of course we are," starts Melanie, by far the most garrulous of Remus's
students, "but that's five minutes, and we can run fast, we aren't
technically breaking a rule, and besides, Richard said that Professor Rose said
that you were coming by tonight with your boyfriend, and we wanted to see him.
Is that him?"

"No,
I'm his grandmother," says Sirius, and Melanie titters.

"Hello,"
says Andrea, blushing immediately. "You look really good. I mean - " she blushes deeper " - not that you're handsome,
even though you are, I mean, you look like you're in very good health."

There's
a pause. "Sirius isn't a werewolf," Remus replies. It's the best
compliment you can give in the school, saying that someone looks like they're
in good health. Andrea and Melanie are both pale girls, very thin, and Andrea's
bite is still dark pink, partially hidden by the collar of her uniform blouse.
It's her first year at Langerton Academy,
and the school is four years old. Greyback killed one
of its teachers five months ago.

"Oh,"
she says, and looks at her feet.

"That's
all right," Sirius says at once. "Perfectly logical
misunderstanding. I mean, I don't suppose it's very often that a
non-werewolf comes to this town."

"Just
inspectors and people's families," says Melanie. "But then I suppose
you're sort of like Professor Lupin's family, aren't
you?"

"Of
course, as I'm his grandmother," Sirius says, and winks.

After
the bell rings and the girls race upstairs, Remus takes Sirius to see his
classroom - small, first floor, windows facing west, enormous bookshelf in the
back - and then they walk back outside, ready to return to the hotel. Sirius is
seeing more tomorrow and then they're apparating back
home, the way Remus usually does every day after classes and tutoring end.
They'd live here, probably, if Sirius weren't so attached to the cottage and if
Remus didn't need to hide his occupation from the Death Eaters. Perhaps that
part is already a lost cause, as Greyback has been
seen around recently and there have been more and more things in the past
months connecting him to Voldemort.

"This
really is a nice town," Sirius says, holding Remus's hand as they walk
down the sidewalk, lit by the streetlights and the half-full moon. "You
don't have to hide anything here, do you?"

"Not
much," Remus answers.

"I
mean, you could howl out loud if you wanted to." Before Remus can stop him
Sirius throws back his head and howls into the night air. A few sarcastic
replies echo up and down the street. "Come on, Moony, howl with me."

"We're
going back to the hotel."

"I
know we are. Just one howl, please?" Sirius looks beautiful in the
unearthly light; Remus sighs and nods. "Okay. On
three."

Their
combined howls ring out, magnified as the sound bounces off the stone buildings.
"Shut up, you wankers!" yells what sounds
like an old man from up above, and Remus grabs Sirius's hand and they run away,
laughing as they turn corners and leap up steps.

July
1997

They�re
determined to get through the war and be as normal as possible.

They�re
determined, even though Remus still feels guilty yet exhilarated every time he
kisses Tonks, and even though she sometimes sobs about how she feels she�s
betrayed Sirius�s trust, and even though Andromeda is upset and even though
Remus sometimes wants to just hide away from the rest of the world so he
doesn�t have to deal with any of it. Molly Weasley is thrilled; Remus thinks of
how she never liked Sirius and wonders if Molly would be so thrilled if Remus
hadn�t been Sirius�s lover first.

Remus
and Tonks have yet to do anything but kiss, but it occurred to him the other
day that if they slept together they�d have to make plans about contraception,
something that�s never been an issue in his life. His last girlfriend � God,
he�s too old to have something called a girlfriend � was Sarah Beck in fifth
year. They went to Hogsmeade together three times and
then Sarah decided she fancied Everett Welch.

He�s
Tonks�s Patronus, and he
doesn�t even know if he can protect himself. He couldn�t protect Sirius. Dumbledore
couldn�t even protect Sirius, and in the end no one could protect Dumbledore,
either.

Tonks
has Sirius�s lips, when she�s in her natural form, and the same shape of
eyebrows.

Sometimes
she has his sense of humor.

Remus
still hasn�t told Harry about loving Sirius. He wonders now if he ever will. He
should. He shouldn�t. He can�t. He will. He �

They�re
back from the funeral, in Tonks�s flat, because Remus
told her he�d bring her home and see that she made it safely inside. She turns
to face him, pressing her lips together, and inside Remus�s mind and heart is a
desolate howl that echoes like the cry of a man at the mercy of the Furies.

Then
she presses their lips together, and he realizes that he will always have two
of the shafts of Eros piercing his heart.

January
1977

The
four of them are streaking off into the night sky, James in the lead, with the
motorbike and Peter on his broom behind. The wind is icy and on occasion Sirius
hears a branch crack as they fly too low over the trees, but his hair is
streaming behind him and Remus�s arms are warm around his waist. His mother�s
screams are echoing in his ears but that sound, never to be heard again, is
fading fast.

The
stars are bright. �You�re free, mate!� James yells over his shoulder. His hair
is sticking straight up in the wind and he�s grinning. �You�re a free man!�

�No
more lectures on duties as an heir!� Sirius shouts gleefully, not caring if
there are any Muggles on the ground to hear. �No more
sneaking out at night!�

�No
more Kreacher driving you mad!�

�No
more hearing why Regulus is such a bloody good son!�

�No
more creepy pureblood girls!� Peter yells from the back. �No more creepy inbred
pureblood girls who want to marry you!�

�Here�s
to that!� Remus shouts.

�No
more!� Sirius and James scream together joyously, and Remus throws his head
back to howl ecstatically into the wind.

November
1974

The
curtains have been drawn all night but Sirius found a crack in one of the walls
that gave him a good view of the main room inside, where Remus is. Sirius leans
his head back to crack his neck and groans; he�s been sitting here most of the
night and his legs are stiff. He leans his head further back and looks at the
upside-down moon, which looks full to him, but soon it must be about to wane
enough for Remus to change back.

He
hears a tortured sound from inside; it begins as a wail and ends as a whimper,
and then he can hear Remus swearing under his breath. Safe to
go in now. Sirius picks the lock on the door of the Shrieking Shack and
quickly darts inside.

�Who�s
there?� Remus is lying bloodied on the floor and Sirius whips off the
invisibility cloak. �Sirius?�

�Yeah.� He kneels down on the floor and touches the blood on Remus�s
forehead. �Hell, Moony, you never told me it was this bad.�

�I�ll
be fine,� Remus moans. �I always am, aren�t I? Why are you here?�

Sirius
had hoped Remus wouldn�t ask that; really, he doesn�t know why he�s here, or
why he feels a different sort of feeling when he thinks about Remus than the
feeling he gets when he thinks about James. He just felt like he should
be there, somehow.

�You�d
better go,� Remus says, �Madam Pomfrey will probably
be here soon.�

�And
you�ll be okay?�

�I
told you, I always am.�

�Remus?�

�Yeah?�

�I
� I really hope you are.�

When
Sirius leaves the Shack his cheeks are flushed; he didn�t say what he wanted to
say, he knows, but he doesn�t know what it was he wanted to say, either.

October
1995

It
was the first game Sirius had thought of, the first time their sex life was
going through a game phase, back in sixth year. It�s the first time in years
Remus has thought of it, and the first time in a month that Sirius has looked
so happy. When Sirius�s lips brush Remus�s inner thigh, it�s the first time
that Remus thinks he might lose.

The
game didn�t have a name; it had started shortly after their first experiences
sucking each other off, when Sirius complained that Remus hardly ever made any
noise. �I know you want to,� he�d said, and Remus had reddened at the
truth of it. �You�re just so used to being quiet and studious that you�ve
forgotten how.�

It
was simple enough. Sirius teased Remus, and Remus tried not to make any noise
until he inevitably lost.

�Finally
getting a bit less bony,� Sirius says, turning Remus on his side to run a
finger down one side of his arse. Suddenly he slaps it, quick and hard, which
is something Remus will never admit he likes � he�s still a little embarrassed
by it � even though it makes his heart race. Sirius turns him onto his back
again and begins to play with the hair on his chest.

Remus
closes his eyes. �Open them,� Sirius says; obeying Sirius is the main rule.

Sirius
rests his thigh between Remus�s legs and presses down, just a little, slowly
moving back and forth. �It�s been ten minutes and I haven�t let you come,� he
whispers into Remus�s ear. �I don�t think you�re desperate enough yet.�

His
tongue runs down Remus�s body until it reaches the tip of his cock; Remus
thrusts his hips upward but Sirius pushes them back down again. �Don�t move.�

Sirius�s
lips are moving back and forth on Remus�s cock and when his tongue flicks at
the vein on the underside, the first whimper escapes from Remus�s mouth. Sirius
looks up, his eyes sparkling triumphantly, and cups Remus�s balls with one
hand. Remus barely manages to bite back another sound.

Sirius�s
head begins to thrust quickly. �Padfoot�� Now he is getting desperate.
�I � don�t stop, please, don�t stop.� He can�t help begging now and besides,
Sirius loves it when he does. Such a beautifully wet mouth� �Faster, please,
faster, I � ah � ah � � Remus closes his eyes and gives himself over to the
wailing howl that�s forcing its way out of his mouth. He grabs Sirius�s hair
and pulls as he feels himself come into Sirius�s mouth.

A
second later Sirius is straddling Remus�s head; he comes in under a minute, the
bitter taste nearly making Remus choke. The sheets are wet and smeared with
lubricant and semen. Sirius collapses next to Remus and rests his head on his
chest.

�Hey,�
Remus says, stroking Sirius�s hair at the place where he�d pulled it.

�Hey.�
Sirius answers, rubbing his cheek against Remus�s skin.
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