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Misconceptions

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Sirius followed his friend down the slowly darkening sidewalk. The streets are not as busy since it was Friday and the Muggles are already home or elsewhere for the weekend. But Remus was juggling being both an Order member and a Uni student. He considered time with his friends and his studies his priorities.

Dumbledore had come down hard on Remus at the Order meeting because he seemed to be more worried about his studies, than fighting the war against Voldemort.

Lily had laid into the Headmaster quickly and efficiently, Calling the man a 'judgemental Old Fool', and a 'right bastard' for berating Remus for trying to live his own life, despite his Lycanthropy.

Sirius was worried about his old friend. Remus had become more withdrawn lately, and quieter than was his norm. The only ones he ever really talked with were Lily, and sometimes, Snape; not he'd ever understood why Remus would want to talk to the greasy bat!

He carefully kept to the shadows as he followed his quarry. Remus finally stopped at the entrance of a popular club in the outskirts of London. Nodding to the man at the door, he slipped into the smoky noisy depths of the packed club.

Sirius smirked. Remus was on the hunt for tail. Waiting a few minutes, he then approached the doorman, exchanged a few words and a few pounds, before entering himself.

The harsh beat of Queen was drumming in the smoky room, a backdrop to the mass of writhing bodies on the huge dance floor. Sirius could see shadows here and there.. people trying to slide away from onlookers; disappearing into shadowed alcoves along the walls, containing huge couches.

His gaze drawn to the handsome bodies around him, he almost lost sight of Remus moving through the crowd and up the stairs. Keeping out of sight among the crowd, he followed him.

Remus stopped at the upper bar and paid for two drinks, then continued to weave through the throng of bodies moving to the harsh beat of the music. Halfway down the balcony, he stopped in front a good looking bloke with light hair. Sirius shifted away into an empty alcove and continued to watch.

Remus handed one of the drinks to his friend and watched as the man tossed it back. Sirius couldn't really tell what the other man looked like, but he watched as Remus also drank deeply from his glass, draining it, and then banished both glasses with a twitch of his hand; never taking his eyes from his new companion.

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Remus knew that someone was following him. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and his wolf moved to the fore. He inhaled, deeply, scenting the air, but it was useless. There were just too many bodies in here, giving off pheromones. And, at least a third of the crowd were wizards as well, so that obscured magical signatures. The only ones that he could sense clearly were those within a half mitre of where he stood. Sensing no danger, he shook it off and gave his full attention to his companion. Winding his arms around the slender man, back to chest, they moved as one, torsos pressed together.

He'd growled low in his throat when he saw his lover wearing the gray tartan kilt and green silk shirt. Knowing his companion, he was regimental underneath. He wanted to drag him to the back room and have his wicked way with him. Fucking him up against the wall, making him scream as he pounded him into the stone.

"Ah, Remus, I sense your pleasure with the kilt." The cultured voice was all purr and sex, as he pressed his arse back against Remus' erection.

Remus' embrace tightened, as he spoke, his voice deep with arousal. "Mmmm. If you keep doing that, I'll be forced to take you right here!"

The redhead hummed and laughed aloud, as they continued to dance as one.

Sirius watched closely from the shadows, frustrated because he couldn't see the other man's face. "Turn around, dammit!" He growled to himself.

Standing here, watching all those sexy writhing bodies, he could feel his pants getting uncomfortably tight. He wiggled a bit as he stuffed his hand down the front of his denims and tried to adjust himself. Oh how he wanted to be on the dance floor. Grab one of those hot-looking blokes and dance till the wee hours of the morning. Moving along the walls, and around people, he managed to get a little closer to his friend and the mystery man. He could see Remus sinking the fingers of one hand into the curly auburn red hair of his companion.

"I like the hair, but I prefer your long silky tresses. Though... I do like the facial hair, and the way the little curls of hair hug your ears." Remus' other arm was still wrapped around his partner keeping him close. "You could wear a sack and still be as sexy as hell," he growled.

The redhead threw his head back and laughed loudly and with abandon, so loud, in fact, that Sirius could hear it from where he watched them.

Remus' hand wandered down the body before him, stroking and petting, kissing the exposed neck till his hand touched the tartan wool of the kilt. Soft under his rough hands, he dragged it upwards till his fingertips met warm firm flesh. He could smell the arousal and sweat of his lover as his hands met nothing underneath the Kilt.

' Oh, Gods,' he thought, 'I could fuck him in the middle of the dance floor and no one would never be wiser. Not with the beat of the music or the wildness of the crowd tonight.' He cupped an arsecheek and squeezed, before running a finger teasingly along the crease.

"Mmmm... want you, Remus. Now!" His partner gasped, pushing back into his hand.

"Oh, you will. All of me. Up your arse. Pounding you, till you scream."

"Pleease!"

Sirius' eye widened when he saw them coming in his direction, the redhead moving backwards quickly, pulling Remus along behind him. Sirius ducked into the shadows and couldn't believe his luck when the two disappeared into the alcove right next to the one he was hiding in. He moved around a bit so he stood in the shadow of a group of people chatting along the wall.

Remus pulled his hands free of his partner's grip, grabbed him and spun him to face the wall, wrists pinned to the wall above his head, in Remus' grip. Kicking the taller man's legs farther apart, he reached under the kilt with his other hand as he whispered a spell.

"Do you really want this? You must be sure that you don't want to sit comfortably for a week." Remus growled against his ear, the Were's hot breath sending shivers down the slender body.

When Remus felt the hips thrust back toward his hand, he sunk two fingers all the way into the man's arse and began to pump them slowly, causing the other man to gasp, then whinge when he didn't pick up the pace immediately.

"Greedy demanding little bottom aren't you." Remus grinned ferally against the man's neck, enjoying the heady musk of his arousal. "Let's see what we can do about that."

Spelling the man's hands to stay above his head, he used his now freed hand to undo his leather trousers and free his erection. He stroked himself a few times, in time with the movement of his other hand. Muttering a couple more spells under his breath, he released the man's hands and heard him gasp at the same time. He spun the man around and pushed him firmly against the wall, pinning him with his own body, and kissed him hard, possessively, as he ground his naked erection against the other man. They were both gasping for air when their lips broke free.

"I'm going to pound your arse like you've never been pounded before!" He grinned when the redhead nodded, gasping, his deep blue eyes glassy with arousal. "But, that cockring will ensure you won't come until I decide you will!"

All the other man could do was whimper, his legs wobbling. Remus lifted the taller man as if he weighed nothing and pushed him against the wall. As long legs wrapped around his waist, he guided himself to the stretched opening and thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Not waiting, he pulled the man up then down, canting his hips back and forth to pull almost all the way out then bury himself as deeply as possible. He buried his face in the long pale throat, licking and biting, and sucking, as he felt long fingers bury themselves in his tawny blond hair, pulling it free of the leather tie.

Sirius just gaped. This was the hottest thing he had ever seen! Remus, feral right before the full moon, was always hot. But this. He had never seen his friend like this! The redhead's eyes were closed, his head thrown back against the wall, hanging on for the ride of his life, as Remus pounded him hard! The man would be covered with bruises and probably wouldn't walk straight for at least a week--lucky bastard!

After leaving lovebites all around his lover's neck, Remus kissed up his jawline and took his mouth again possessively. Tasting sweet wine and chocolate, he kissed him thoroughly, swallowing the sounds he was making as Remus loved him thoroughly. He always liked it like this. Begged for it. And Remus was more than happy to give it to him. To let the Wolf out to play.

Sirius didn't even realize he'd moved closer, to the edge of the alcove now, denims undone, and his hand around his cock, stroking hard and never taking his eyes from the two men. A commonplace occurrence here, noone else was paying any attention. The smell of arousal was so strong it surrounded him, and he inhaled deeply. They had been at it for quite a while now, and Sirius couldn't believe at least one of them hadn't come by now.

Remus broke the kiss, nibbling on the swollen lower lip before letting it go. He looked at the flushed face of his lover, lost in ecstacy, little gasps and whinging noise coming from him, as he used his long legs to pump himself harder on Remus' cock.

"Ple-ease Luv. Let me." He whispered, as deep blue eyes opened to look at him, smiling when he saw the light blue of Remus' eyes almost completely swallowed by the gold of the Wolf.

The Wolf barked and moved to the fore, and Remus grinned, baring his teeth. Pulling the front of the man's shirt open, he pulled the fabric away from one shoulder. Leaning in, he again grabbed his lover's arse with both hands, growled, "Mine!" and bit down on the pale flesh over the scar that was already there. A tingle of magic released the cockring and the redhead howled his release along with Remus'.

Sirius was pumping his erection fiercely, trying to come with them so he wouldn't be heard. He glanced down and back up, and was not ready for what he saw, and the shock of it deflated his arousal almost immediately.

As Remus and the other man experienced their completions very vocally, Sirius watched in shock as the redhead's hair lengthened quickly and his facial hair disappeared, until the man had shoulder-length sleek white blond hair. When he opened his eyes, they were no longer deep blue, but a pale silver grey.

Sirius was frozen in shock and disbelief as he watched Remus kiss Lucius Malfoy's shoulder, where he'd bitten him, then kiss his mouth gently. Muttered spells cleaned them up and righted their clothing. Remus then pulled Lucius into a loving embrace and they just stood there, holding each other.

Sirius shook his head and quickly made his way out of the club, shoving a few here and there. When he was clear of the door he ran, till he could Apparate away. All he could think was, Remus was the traitor. Remus!

One of his oldest friends, was fucking a known Deatheater! He couldn't let James make Remus the Secret Keeper now. He didn't want to do it. It would have to be Peter. Yes, he'd convince them to make Peter the Secret Keeper, so the Dark Lord couldn't find James, Lily, and little Harry.

Inside the club, the existence, then exit of their voyeur had gone unnoticed, as Remus and Lucius held each other. Pulling away gently, Lucius studied the eyes that were no longer gold.

"Thank you, my Love. This was what we needed and it was a perfect way to celebrate. But now, I think we should retired to our Muggle hotel room for some wine, a light dinner, and pudding. All consumed while naked of course." He smirked.

"Happy First Anniversary, my Husband. I love you." Remus purred as he wrapped an arm around his husband's waist and guided him toward the door. "Will the Dark Lord still think you are out of the country next week so you can pass the information from Severus to me, in time for the next Order Meeting?"

"Yes. I believe Severus said he would have the location of the next planned raid."

"Wonderful." Remus' voice echoed on the breeze as they exited the club.

finis... but is it ever... never..