First time writing slash. I haven't decided if I will leave it as a one shot or continue as a chaptered fic! Please review and let me know what you think. And if anyone has any questions about plot points please PM me! I think I explain it in the chapter but you never know!

WARNINGS: Will contain graphic sex scenes between men! May offend people. Don't like. Don't read.

I do not own Harry Potter.

"Remus?" Sirius gentle hand rested on Remus' shoulder.

A faint moan escaped the werewolf and Sirius winced. "I'm about to go fetch Harry from the station. Do you want me to bring him straight home or shall I delay him?"

Remus pushed himself into a sitting position. His face was drawn and bloodied. His eyes took a moment to focus. "Bring him home," he whispered finally.

"You sure? It was a bad change," Sirius smoothed Remus' sweat-soaked hair off his forehead. "You could use more sleep."

"Mmm," Remus sank back against the pillows. "Want to see him," he moistened his lips. "How long till you go?"

Sirius smiled sheepishly. "Another hour. I thought you would want him home now. Do you want to freshen up a little?"

Remus nodded and winced. "Pain potion," he whispered. "Then yes,"

Sirius nodded and bent to gently press his lips to Remus', the man responded slowly, his tongue gently teasing at Sirius' lips until the animagus pulled away.

"Cruel, Wolf. We don't have time."

Remus' lips curled upwards as he watched Sirius. He was so lucky. So terribly lucky.

Sirius summoned the potion and expertly poured a measure into a small tumbler. Numerous vials littered the bench and followed the pain potion into the tumbler. A blood replenisher and muscle relaxant were added and Sirius hesitated. His smoky eyes lifted to Remus'. "Anything else?" He hated asking the question, hated the answer.

"Strengthening potion. Just for today, love, for Harry," Remus smiled reassuringly. "I'll rest tomorrow, I swear."

"Liar," Sirius grumbled as he obediently added the draught. He shifted and slid an arm around Remus' shoulders; gently lifting the man he loved and adored, he helped him down the foul tasting brew, holding him tightly as Remus began to cough from the burn in his throat. Thin, frail fingers clung to Sirius' robes for a desperate instant until he relaxed.

"Let me run the bath," Sirius found himself suppressing the urge to kiss Remus' delectable lips once more.

"Are you joining me?" There was a teasing glint in those brilliant, moss green eyes.

Sirius scowled and glanced at the clock. "No. And you knew the answer to that. Damned wolf." He stormed off, muttering loudly about unfair advantages, smiling to himself as he heard Remus' soft laughter behind him.

The bathroom was large, spacious, bright much like everything in the house that they had lived in for two years now. He swished his wand and watched water stream into the pristine porcelain tub that was large enough for two fully grown men. He stared at the swirl of water for a moment. Two years of having his family back. That night in the shrieking shack was vivid. The moment he knew Remus, his beloved Remus had believed him. The moment that the rat had been taken into custody and only a week later Sirius acquitted, those moments seemed blurred, unreal. What had been real was Remus' grief at resigning from the job he loved, the uncertainty they both felt, the realisation of the fact that they still loved one another. It had been after Sirius' first nightmare in Remus' presence and the man had held him, whispering soothing, gentle words that had finally soaked through Sirius' mind, the words repeated again and again. I love you. I am here. I love you.

He felt his groin tighten and sighed heavily. Not enough time, he reminded himself. He tested the water and added the Murtalp essence. The transformation night before last had been a bad one; Remus had woken once since then, screaming in pain, before Sirius had re-drugged him to sleep. But today was different, today Harry was coming home. Harry, the boy who made them smile in their darkest moments.

It had been the first thing that Sirius had done on being freed. Petition for custody of Harry, and he had won, the ministry would do anything to appease the wrongly imprisoned Sirius Black.

Smiling smugly Sirius headed back to the bedroom he shared with his husband. There were a pile of clean robes at the end of the bed, robes that Sirius had insisted on buying, that after a while Remus had allowed him to. The werewolf smiled tenderly at the look on Sirius' face.

"What are you thinking?"

"How lucky we are, and how I probably should have gotten more food so Harry won't starve."

Remus' shout of laughter was broken by a harsh paroxysm of coughing that left him trembling and breathless.

"Shhh, love," Sirius crooned tenderly as he angled Remus to breathe easier. "Just breathe."

"Mustn't waste time," Remus whispered after a moment. "Harry…"

Sirius nodded. "And you think I spoil that boy?" His words were gentle, teasing.

Remus smiled cheerfully. "I'm allowed to, you are his godfather, and you need to be the good example."

Snorting, Sirius tightened his arms around Remus. "Ready?"

A brief nod and Remus' arms lifted to wrap around Sirius neck. Sirius lifted him, trying desperately to ignore the faint whimper that broke from Remus.

"I think you are the better example," he spoke evenly as he carefully carried his burden to the bathroom. "He always asks you for the proper advice."

"That's because you told him that peering at girl's underwear is perfectly acceptable," Remus spoke slowly.

Sirius chuckled. "Yes, that may be true."

Sirius eased Remus onto a comfortable seat and peeled off the pyjamas he had dressed him in the morning before. He winced and vanished the bandages covering bloodied gashes.

Remus watched in silence, smiling reassuringly whenever Sirius looked up at him, his gentle brown eyes tortured.

The black sport that marred their happiness. It had been at the beginning of Harry's forth year; the year Harry's name had been pulled from the goblet for the Tri Wizard Tournament, a time where the boy was already terrified and vulnerable, where he was pitifully dependant on his new-found family. Dumbledore had asked Remus to go underground with the werewolves, Remus had, reluctantly agreed. Sirius was an Auror now; Remus would do his bit, especially to protect Harry. For two months things had been fine then he had vanished. No one knew where or how. For four, sickening months, Sirius and Harry had fretted and there was no word. Harry who had grown close to Remus during the summer after his third had been devastated. Then it all changed. A raid that Sirius was on charge of had resulted in finding a pile of rags guarded by dementors. The pile of rags had been Remus. He was broken, his eyes unfocused, body unable to move. Weeks in St Mungo's healing the damage had ensured he was healthy again, but the price he had paid would never be healed. Silver had been shot at him, burns had covered his emaciated frame and the worst, the worst was the silver lodged deep in his spine, the silver that meant the werewolf would never walk again.

He had tried to push them away, the people who loved him. But Harry was stubborn; every Hogsmede weekend was spent at Remus' bedside until Remus knew the boy wasn't going anywhere. For Sirius it had been more painful, more lengthy. Convincing Remus that he still loved him had taken months, long after the werewolf had healed from his injuries, long after Sirius had taken him home. Neither of them could remember exactly how it had happened but it had and the summer of that year was spent with Harry and Remus making slow, painful recoveries while Sirius showered love and attention on them both.

"Padfoot?" Remus' gentle voice brought Sirius out of his revere. "As much as I love you staring at my naked body, Harry will ask why you were late and you will have to lie and you can't do that."

Sirius grinned. "Maybe I would just tell him the truth? I was ogling—"

"Please don't scar the boy for life!" Remus laughed softly. He had to be careful, his lungs had been damaged and laughing too hard often brought on fits of coughing.

Sirius winked. He flicked his wand and a soft, padded area formed in the bath, lifting Remus he placed him into it, waiting until the werewolf was comfortable before he let go.

"Mmm," Remus' eyes closed blissfully.

"Good I take it?" Sirius began to carefully wash the crusted blood off wounds that would cause more scars.

"Heavenly. I wish you…" He sighed.

"Next time," Sirius whispered, a promise, against Remus' ear. He was expert at this, he knew just where to wash, to be careful, to torment, to be gentle and he worked quickly. He wanted Remus comfortable before he left.

"I'm going to wash your hair, Moony," Sirius warned gently. He had learnt a long time ago to verbalise every touch to the werewolf especially when Remus was at his most venerable.

"Pads?"

"Mmm?"

"When Harry goes to the Weasley's on Saturday I want to do something with you."

"Something, huh?"

Remus smug smile was clear in his husky voice. "Something," he agreed.

"And what did you have in mind."

"A few things, we will talk about it tonight. In bed."

Sirius swallowed. Another promise.

"I'm all done, want a moment longer? I'll run and fetch your robes."

"No," Remus clutched at Sirius' hand suddenly. "Just Accio them."

Sirius pulled his hand free and cupped Remus' face gently. "I won't let you drown," he crooned. But he obeyed; there were days where you did not push the frailty.

Fifteen minutes later and Remus was dressed in the soft woollen robes, his wounds re-bandaged, and Sirius was carrying him to the bright lounge room. There was a curiously shaped chair there, one run entirely by magic that would take Remus wherever he needed to go. It could recline, it could elevate his legs, and it could even manipulate him into a standing position, something that was rarely done because of the pressure placed on the silver soaked spine. It was the chair Remus used to get around in, soft, comfortable. Sirius gently lowered his lover's body into it and Remus used his hands to shift more comfortably. The black circles under his eyes were clearly visible and they both knew that Harry would not be fooled by the strengthening potion his uncle had taken.

"Can I do anything for you before I go?"

"How much more time?"

Sirius glanced at the clock. "Five minutes."

Remus smiled. "Then perhaps a kiss for your poor, crippled husband?"

Sirius laughed. "I suppose I could be long suffering and oblige you," he moved so he was straddling the chair, a swift spell melting away the arm rests, his hips ground against Remus' and he saw the werewolf's eyes flicker down to the hardening length in Sirius' trousers and smile slowly. "Not enough time for that," He whispered.

Sirius growled. "Tormentor," He cupped Remus' face gently in his big hands and bent his head to meet the suddenly demanding ones of the man he loved.

Remus gently bit Sirius' lip, gnawing on the edge until Sirius moaned and shoved himself harder against Remus. Smiling against Sirius' lips in triumph Remus removed one of the hands that he had tangled in Sirius dark hair and gently stroked downwards on the hardening length of Sirius' cock, his fingers running over the fabric slowly pinching the head with sudden strength.

Sirius moaned heavily. "Rem," he whispered against the now swollen lips. "Rem, Rem!"

Remus pushed him away reluctantly; there was colour in his face now, a soft flush that Sirius had placed there. "It's time, you need to go," he sounded reluctant until his face brightened. "Bring him straight home, Sirius!"

"You love him more than me," Sirius sulked. He gently caressed a particularly nasty scar on Remus' cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too," Remus' eyes showed just how much he loved the man who was still straddling him.

"One kiss, hands to yourself," Sirius ordered suddenly.

Remus frowned. The frown melted away as Sirius began an onslaught against Remus' lips; he sucked, pulling hard at the perfect lips, his tongue lashing against Remus, biting firmly once until Remus gasped before gently licking the tiny wound. He drew back and grinned at the slightly dazed look on Remus' face.

"Payback," he rose slowly, reluctantly and drew his robe around him to hide his erection, a flick of his wand and the arm rests were back. "Be back soon," he reassured. He hated the ghost of worry that he could see in Remus' eyes. Hated to leave him alone no matter how quick he will be, but today, today he was getting Harry and he would be rewarded by Remus' joy.

The train was pulling in as Sirius dove through the wall and stumbled onto the platform, Harry saw his less than elegant arrival and grinned, waving wildly. Three years and he still couldn't quite believe how lucky he was. How he had a family of his own now.

"Harry!" Sirius pulled the boy into a tight embrace. "Look at you! I swear you grew!"

"Since Easter holidays?" Harry teased. Every holiday since Remus' return has been spent at home.

"Well, I think you have! Ready to go home?"

Harry nodded eagerly. "Straight home?"

"Yes. Remus is desperate to see you," Sirius shook his head looking mournful. "I told him this morning the he loves you more and he didn't argue!"

Harry laughed. "That's 'cause he does! Bye, Mione! See you later in the summer! Have fun in France! See you Saturday, Ron!" Within moments Harry was ready, trunk at his feet, his eyes bright, ready to go home.

Sirius smiled down at the boy. "Shall we get some lunch before we go home?"

A brief hesitation and Sirius laughed as he shrunk the trunk. "Never mind then, straight home. I'm sure we can come up with a scrap of food for you."

Harry grinned contentedly. "Did you get any time off work?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Not as much as I wanted. Two weeks now and then a week when you go back, so it will be up to Remus and the Weasley's to keep you amused."

Harry shrugged. "Sure I can survive. Can I come to the office with you one day? I want to look around!" There was eagerness in the boy's voice and Sirius raised an eyebrow. "You can tell Remus about that one," he retorted.

Harry shrugged. "He will let me," the boy spoke confidently, and the worst thing was, Sirius knew every word was true.

To go through Muggle London, all witches and wizards disillusion themselves, otherwise there would be a great deal of unwanted attention, most used Floo networks to return home but the floo at The Lair was only for emergencies. Remus hated the noise, Sirius had never discovered why, but anything that gave his lover discomfort was to be removed. Harry glanced at Sirius.

"Are we apperating or port key-ing?"

"Is Port Key-ing a word?" Sirius looked interested. "And yes, port key-ing. Why?"

"Just wanting to work out which one I had to put up with."

Sirius laughed. "You know, we could go through the floo. I could send a patronus to tell Remus, he wouldn't mind."

Harry shook his head. "Nah, it makes him upset. How bad was the transformation this month?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "He is fine, mother goose. Ready?"

Harry assumed the air of a dying martyr and nodded.

"One, two, three!" A gut twisting yank, a rushing whirl, and a hard thud. Sirius, of course, landed on his feet, already laughing at Harry who had sprawled in-elegantly on the ground.

"Oh, shut up," Harry grumbled as he pulled himself up and dusted himself off.

Sirius, still laughing, ushered his god-son up the smooth path, the door was unlocked and Harry darted in, Sirius followed quickly, this reunion would never cease to touch him.

"Uncle Remus!" Harry flung himself at the werewolf and Remus' pulled the boy into a tight hug.

"You are well?" Remus demanded after a long moment, his eyes scanning every inch of Harry's face closely. Harry nodded swiftly but Remus' eyes narrowed a little.

"How are you?" Harry, kneeling beside the chair, leaning against the immobile legs, looked anxiously up at the tired face.

"I am fine, Harry, and very glad to have you home! How was school?"

Sirius settled into a nearby chair and reached for Remus' hand, he smoothed the almost translucent skin of the left hand and gently brought it to his lips.

Harry, pausing in the middle of his story to make retching noises, looked disgusted.

Sirius grinned. "Go get into something comfortable," he ordered. "We'll meet you in the kitchen and you can finish telling us everything!"

Harry nodded and scrambled away.

"Happy?" Sirius vanished the arms of the chair and resumed his former position.

Remus smiled. "Very. You?"

"Utterly blissful, my family is perfect once more," Sirius ran his thumb over Remus' lips.

"I'll be too tired tonight, Pads," there was ashamed reluctance in Remus' soft, deep voice and his eyes avoided Sirius'.

Gently, his hands tender, Sirius lifted Remus' face until the werewolf looked into his eyes.

"Too tired to cuddle? Because as long as I am holding you I am content."

Remus' face relaxed. "Better get up, we don't want to scar Harry for life."

"I don't know," Sirius grumbled as he rose. "It could be fun."

Remus shook his head, the smile lingering on his lips as Sirius took his hand and together they went into the kitchen.

Harry was eager, filled with stories from his friends and his time at school but Remus watched him with worried filled eyes. There was something not quite right with his 'nephew'. Sirius' howls of laughter filled the room as Harry described in detail the escape the Weasley Twins had made and Remus' lips were curled into a broad smile. Sirius was young again around Harry; the joy the god-father and god-son felt in one another's presence was palpable. Remus watched them for a long time, teasing, wrestling, tumbling over one another, gentle affection clear in his eyes. He was so lucky, despite everything, he had his family. He shifted and felt pain jar his entire body, the potion was wearing off. His eyes flittered to the clock, it had only been six hours since he had the dose, he was meant to have another two hours… Trying to remain perfectly still, he breathed in and out shallowly. It was only a matter of time before they noticed his sudden withdrawal. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. Breathing in deeply a hint of the cool air touched his lung and immediately sent him into a harsh coughing fit.

Sirius was beside him instantly, the cruel spasms of coughing punctuated by soft gasps of pain.

Harry, on his knees beside Remus' chair once more looked up at his uncle helplessly. Finally, the spasms eased and Remus crumpled back against the soft chair. His eyes watered and he knew his face would be a shade beyond pale.

"I… am… so… sorry… Ha...ry…" Each syllable took effort.

"No!" Harry shook his head. "No!"

Sirius ruffled the black hair gently. "I'm going to help Uncle Remus into bed. Wait up for me, I'll be down soon and we can go for a fly before bed?"

Harry swallowed but Remus' eyes were warm. "You can tell…. Me tomorrow," He whispered.

Harry nodded. "Good night," he watched Sirius gently take command of the chair and guide it from the room. Crumpling against the couch Harry felt tears burn at his eyes. It wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair!

As soon as they reached the bedroom Sirius flung the blanket back and lifted Remus, a sharp cry, muffled against Sirius' broad shoulder. broke from Remus and Sirius winced. "Why did it run out so soon?"

He gently eased the shivering form on the bed. A helpless moment before he forced the pain potion between clenched teeth. "Where is it the worst?"

Remus eyes were closed and he shook his head mutely.

"Moony, love, tell me. Where?"

"My back!" Remus' cry was desperate. "Go! I will... it will pass..." Remus' face was twisted in agony. "Harry!"

"Harry will want to know you are comfortable before I leave," Sirius spoke gently. "Rem, love, I am going to roll you onto your stomach, if your chest tightens tell me, but I am going to massage your back."

Remus nodded. "Sirius?"

"Yes?"

The green eyes closed and Sirius winced. Remus had been reassuring himself that he was all right. Safe.

Sirius rolled his husband over gently; he winced at the cruel, pulsating glow of silver under Remus' fragile skin. It was so damned high, this cruel, cruel silver, paralysing Remus from the middle of his ribs down, leaving him unable to walk. It was have been more bearable if Remus could not feel anything below the silver, it would have been kinder. But of course, death eaters are not kind and there was a constant burn that could change any minute to something more cruel and heartbreaking.

Sirius spread the Bitterroot Balm thickly over Remus' back, within moments he could feel the werewolf relax slowly. Fifteen minutes later and the tension that had held Remus so tightly had vanished.

"Remus?"

"Pads?" There was drowsy relief in the tired tone.

"I am going to roll you back. Ready?"

Remus shifted slightly and Sirius helped him position himself comfortably. "All right, Moony?"

Exhausted green eyes opened and a tired smile graced Remus' lips. "Go have some fun with Harry."

"I'll be in later," Sirius promised. He kissed his husband's lips gently. "Sleep, Moony."

"Hey," Sirius folded himself down on the floor beside Harry. "What's wrong?"

"I hate seeing him hurt!" Harry choked out.

Sirius placed his arm around the teenager and pulled him close. "Me too, kid. Want to know something?"

Harry nodded.

"He was so dammed excited about you coming home. Been at me for weeks to make sure the pantry's full. He wouldn't miss a minute of your company for the world. So you keep your chin up and don't let him see you worry about him. He hates that, then idea of you fretting over him."

Harry nodded. His heart warmed, being wanted was something he would never stop being excited about and both these men wanted him.

"Let's go out and fly! I convinced Remus that we need new brooms so we are headed to diagonal alley tomorrow!"

Harry laughed. "Was he aware of giving permission?" He teased.

Sirius grinned and winked before leading Harry out into the cool night air that was perfect for flight.

"Siri?" Remus sleepy mumble made Sirius pause in his pantomime of tiptoeing and scowl.

"Did I wake you?" Sirius flung his robes across a chair and wearing only a pair of thin boxers clambered into the bed.

"No, I've only been dozing," Remus whispered. "Harry in bed?"

"Sure is. We had a grand time out there."

"I heard," the smile was clear in the voice.

"Sorry!" Sirius sounded horrified. "I didn't mean to-"

"Shut up," Remus was amused. "It was lovely to hear the two of you laughing!"

Sirius was silent for a moment, his fingers toying with Remus'. "He looked so much like Jamie,"

"Oh, Padfoot, come here."

Sirius curled against Remus and the werewolf pulled him tightly to him. "It's all right, love," he whispered. "Jamie would have been proud of the way you have looked after him."

"We," Sirius corrected. "The way we've looked after him."

Remus smiled in the dark. Sirius lay, cradling Remus against him, one arm flung across Remus' stomach, the other resting in Remus' grey hair, his legs tangled in Remus', protecting him, surrounding him.

"Rem?" Sirius whispered after a long time had passed.

"Mm..." Remus' response came from the border of sleep.

"I love you."

Remus' hand, tangled in Sirius' calloused one, tightened slightly as a peaceful slumber finally claimed him.

Sirius watched his husband in the moonlight from the window, lines smoothed away from the werewolf's face in sleep and he looked young again. He smiled; content now his family was together again, and when sleep claimed him his head was close to Remus'.

"Try not to spend all your gold on new brooms," Remus spoke lightly as he watched Sirius rush to get ready.

Sirius turned and grinned wickedly. "But I thought you liked my broomstick."

"Ew!" Harry's shout made them both jump and Remus laughed.

"Poor Harry, Sirius was planning so hard to try not traumatizing you."

"I think he's making up for lost time," Harry grumbled. Settling onto the edge of the bed he looked around the untidy room. "Is he always this messy?"

"Generally worse," Remus confirmed. "How did you sleep?"

"Great! It's nice being back home. Especially after OWLS!'"

"See! Harry deserves a new broomstick!"

"I never said he didn't, I said don't spend all your gold on them. And why do you need a new one?"

"I, lazy sod, am an Auror and need the best of everything."

"Lazy hmm? No dinner for you tonight,"

Sirius grinned and opened his mouth to speak before glancing at Harry and deciding against it.

"All ready?"

Harry nodded eagerly.

"Meet me in the garden then! I'll be out in a moment."

Sirius waited until Harry was gone before and settled as close to Remus as possible. "Got everything you need?" He purred, his finger tracing slowly along the shell of Remus' ear.

"Yes," Remus managed hoarsely.

"Sure? Are you going to stay in bed for a few more hours?"

"Probably," Remus sounded breathless as Sirius moved his finger lightly down behind Remus ear began to trace his jawline.

"I'll go then." Sirius rose and Remus' hand shot out.

"Kiss me,"

Sirius laughed tenderly. "Demanding man, aren't you?"

The kiss Remus received was slow and gentle, tender. Thin hands pulled Sirius closer.

It was Remus who pulled away. "Bring me back chocolate," he ordered. "And have fun, I don't want to see you till after three!"

Sirius swallowed and nodded, his eyes dwelt on Remus' still pale face for a moment before he turned and left, if he stayed much longer than Harry would come looking for him and that could be disastrous depending on their positions.

Remus closed his eyes, he would allow himself a few more hours rest before he began to fully plan Saturday out, his lips curled into a smile. Tonight would be enough; tonight he would be rested enough

Diagon Alley was bright, filled with colours and people. Harry and Sirius, both well used to the looks they revived made a bee line to Broomstix. The spent nearly two hours poring over the brooms until they finally picked the latest models, purchased new broom servicing kits, and polish. The owner was highly amused by the smug looks of satisfaction on two faces and he was not about to argue with the large amount of galleons that were placed in his till. Sirius shrunk the brooms and turned to Harry.

"Where next! Your faithful servant awaits instruction!"

"Owl Emporium! And then Flourish and Botts, I want to find a book for Uncle Remus, and then Sugarplum's!"

Sirius laughed. "Right. Let's go to the Emporium first, then Scribbulus', we are out of parchment and ink. Then Flourish and Botts and apothecary."

"Does Uncle Remus actually trust you to make potions?"

Sirius poked his god-son. "No, twit, he makes them himself, once a month he makes up batches. Snivellus makes the wolfsbane for him, thank Merlin."

Harry nodded.

"And we need to go to Madam Malkin's. You need some new robes."

"And then I will drop into a puddle and die of exhaustion," Harry sounded content.

"Something like that," Sirius slung an arm around Harry's shoulder. "Remus is cooking your favourite tonight."

"Stroganoff?" Harry looked delighted.

"Indeed, so let's make sure we take some butterbeer home to celebrate with."

"Poor Siri," Remus fingers gently brushed through Sirius' hair, his tone lightly mocking. "Did Harry exhaust you today?"

Sirius opened his eyes and looked up at Remus slowly smiling. "Yes, I am not as young as I once was."

"Clearly. Well, Harry is in bed now, so perchance you could move you lazy arse to the bedroom?"

Sirius sat up and peered at Remus' too innocent face. "Are you propositioning me?"

Remus considered this for a moment. "Yes, I believe I might be," his green eyes danced.

Sirius swallowed. "Do I get to know about Saturday?"

Remus chuckled. "No, no you do not. Saturday is a surprise. But for now…" Remus shifted and leaned forward, his hand slowly running up the inside of Sirius' muscled thigh.

Sirius swallowed. He stood up quickly. "Bedroom!" Bending, he lifted Remus into his arms and cradled him tightly against him. "Merlin, I love you," he whispered roughly.

Remus smiled and kept his arms securely around his husband's neck. His lips rested against the corner of Sirius' eye.

He did not need to be carried, he was able to levitate himself from the bed to his magical chair, it was not easy but it was possible, but Sirius liked lifting Remus into his arms, holding the too-thin frame crushed against his solid-well muscled chest and for Remus, Sirius was so gentle and tender, it was an intimate moment for them, being carried and being the carried.

"Sit me against the headboard," Remus whispered against Sirius' ear.

"In a moment," Sirius settled his lover on the edge of the bed and kept a firm arm around his shoulder; unless he was supported Remus couldn't sit up, the level of his injury having wasted away his stomach muscles. A soft, whispered spell and a padded board was behind Remus' back.

"I want to undress you."

"I want to undress you," Remus' voice was rough. A flick of his slender fingers and a silencing spell was placed.

Sirius grinned, now he was well awake. "My turn first," he crouched down and removed Remus' shoes and socks gently, caressing the slightly curved feet gently. Remus watched him, lust heavy in his smoky gaze. Remus' soft pants followed and a moment later his warm woollen robe. Sirius mouth gently worshipping the scar tissue on Remus' shoulder from the werewolf's bite.

Sirius mumbled a heating charm, Remus could get so cold, a legacy of what he had gone through. "Are you… Do you need to do anything?"

Remus shook his head. "No, I emptied before I woke you."

Sirius swallowed. "I would have helped you," nothing was too demeaning for Sirius, including the regular times that Remus drained his bladder to prevent accidents. After all, anything could turn into…

"Come here," Remus beckoned him closer. "Stop at my knees, good," Remus shifted and the support at his back shifted with him.

"Kneel down so I can take your shirt off."

Sirius obeyed and moaned as Remus pulled the cotton shirt away from his body, his fingernails lightly caressing Sirius' hard nipples.

"Stand up," Remus whispered; his eyes were devouring the muscled chest. Sirius obeyed and Remus tipped his head to one side, a slow smile creasing his face. "Oh, Merlin." He reached out, and through the denim of the jeans that Sirius wore rubbed his hand along Sirius' hard cock. Sirius gasped and his hands flew to his fly.

"No! Let me!"

Sirius stared down at Remus for a long moment before be bent and captured his lover's lips in a hard kiss. "Hurry up, Wolf."

"For that, I will take longer. Straddle my legs while you stand. Yes!"

Sirius grinned and reached his hands to Remus' nipples. A hand on his wrist made him pause.

"Me first," Remus murmured. Slowly he unbuttoned the button and with cruel painstaking agony he unzipped the zip. Sirius' cock pushed out instantly, straining against the silk boxers he wore. Remus yanked the pants down and Sirius sprang free.

"Pull them off for me then come back here," Remus ordered. Sirius obeyed swiftly.

He paused. "Where you want to be?"

"Here is good for a few more minutes," Remus reassured throatily. He gripped Sirius' buttocks with his hands and pulled him in closer still, Sirius' thighs were pressed against Remus now and he could feel himself harden a little more. Remus bent his head forward and lightly licked the swollen, purple end. A drop of pre-cum pooled and Remus licked it away. Slowly, his mouth opened, just a little and his teeth gently grazed Sirius' cock. The man jerked.

Remus shifted and leaned against Sirius, the brace at his back ignored as he used his husband to support himself and— Sirius yelped as Remus took his entirety into his mouth. Remus was warm, wet and licking his underside! Sirius gripped Remus' hair desperately. He felt a hand slide through under his thighs where Remus' arms were wrapped to keep himself steady and he was unprepared for the sudden pressure on his balls.

"Merlin!" He yelped as he jerked his hips forward, pushing deeper into Remus' mouth. "Remus! Remus!"

Remus increased his tempo, pulling back till Sirius was almost completely out of his mouth before swallowing him again, his tongue never still around the engorged penis filling his mouth, his fingers caressing and tugging at Sirius' swollen balls. A sudden shout escaped Sirius and a violent shudder ripped through him as he came, Remus swallowing mouthful after mouthful of Sirius. His fingers pulling and tugging at the ball sack all the while. Finally, he let Sirius' now limp cock slide out and he licked his lips.

Sirius stared down at him and slowly smiled. "Merlin, Remus."

"Easily pleased," was the dismissive answer. He was still slumped against Sirius, arms wrapped tightly around the muscled thighs and chin resting on the top of the thick hair at Sirius' groin and the animagus lifted Remus into his arms. He sank onto the bed and brought Remus to his lap, he was hot, sticky and flushed but he wanted to do this, to make Remus moan. His mouth found Remus' hot, tasting salty and demanding. He broke away for a moment. "Where?"

Remus hesitated for a moment. "Chair."

Sirius obligingly rose and carried him to the chair in their bedroom, the high back wooden seat at the desk that had no arms. Settling Remus onto it he straddled him, slowly easing his weight down, watching Remus' face tighten for a moment before smoothing. "Ok?" Sirius whispered.

"More than," Remus mumbled as he claimed Sirius' mouth.

"My turn," Sirius gently pulled away. He rested his palms on Remus' pale chest; so much definition had been lost since he was paralysed. The wolf's metabolism kept him thin but muscles had wasted below the injury point. He was hard again and Remus found the fact amusing.

"Hands on my hips, no moving them," Sirius spoke firmly, he shifted slightly and Remus grinned at the sight of Sirius' stiff cock pressed between their bodies. Sirius began to kiss Remus gently at first, their passion deepening until Sirius tweaked one of Remus' nipples. Hard.

Remus gasped and his back arched just a little, Sirius smiled smugly, Remus' most sensitive area was now his nipples. He angled himself back a little and Remus whispered at the loss of close contact between their bodies. Bending he swirled his tongue around Remus' hard nipple and a soft murmur broke from the man.

"Sirius…" The name was whispered almost as a prayer.

Sirius began to bit and torment the nipple, leaving it red and raw before he moved to the other one. Remus' hand shifted and gripped Sirius' cock tightly. Sirius bit a little harder and slow, torturing movement were made up and down his length.

Sirius pulled back and gently blew on each nipple. Remus breathing was ragged and his hand tightened over Sirius's cock. "More," he begged. "More."

Sirius smiled so himself and gently rolled the beaded nipples with rough, calloused fingers. "Want more? Want me?"

"Yes!" Remus whimpered.

Sirius' lips crashed against his and he used his hands to torment and pull at Remus' nipples. "I'm going to come!" He growled against Remus' lips.

Moans of desire were his answer and Sirius shouted as a violent shudder rippled through Remus. They slumped against one another, panting for breath, pupils almost eclipsing their irises.

Sirius smiled. "See how good I am?"

Remus smiled tenderly. "Smug git," he whispered.

"And you love me for it," Sirius confirmed. He traced Remus' face and the man bent into his touch.

"Bed?" Remus murmured. "My back won't take this much longer and I want to make you scream my name again."

Sirius swallowed and rose immediately. Sweeping Remus into his arms and kissed the swollen lips. Remus moaned against him and his hands swept along the planes of Sirius' shoulders. Sirius carried him to the bed and eased him down on the soft mattress. Remus smiled up at him, Sirius had lain him flat, he had felt a tell-tale tightening in the frail back and knew Remus must have been exhausted.

"Pain potion?"

Remus shook his head. "Not yet. One more thing… For me? Your poor cripple husband."

Sirius swallowed at the mock pitiful tone in Remus' voice. The green eyes were dancing again, the mischievous twinkle clear.

"My crippled husband is very demanding."

"I know. Padfoot…"

"What is it?" Sirius frowned at the sudden wrinkle on Remus' face. Settling against the headboard he spread his legs and gently pulled Remus to him so Remus' back was against him.

"I love you, more than anything," Remus tipped his head so it was nestled against Sirius' neck. The animagus swallowed.

"Moony?"

"Yes?"

"Let's just sit like this for a while. I want to hold you."

Remus nodded, he was suddenly exhausted, content and exhausted. Sirius' hands were splayed across the werewolf's stomach and Remus threaded his own hands through them.

"I love you too."

There was another long silence. "On Saturday you are mine for the entire day. Promise me?"

Sirius tightened his hold on his lover. "I promise," he whispered huskily against Remus' ear.

"Good."

"Want to tell me?"

"Most certainly do not," Remus smiled against Sirius' neck. He shifted slightly and winced.

"All right, love?"

"Mmm."

"Liar. Massage?"

Remus sighed wearily. "Merlin only knows why you are still with me."

Sirius pulled his hands away from Remus' and pulled the werewolf tightly against him. "You made me shout your name twice in fifteen minutes; you can pleasure me by a touch alone."

"I can't perform like we used to."

Sirius shrugged. "I think it's better. You plan things more now and believe me, that orgasm I had was just as hot if not hotter than any I have had before."

Remus considered the words for a moment. "Yes, I suppose."

Sirius gently rolled Remus onto his back. "Silly, Wolf. Thinking I don't love you over a few injuries. Besides," he bent low to whisper in Remus' ear. "You give the best blow jobs in the universe."

Remus relaxed and laughed softly.

"So, about Saturday."

"Stop asking. I am not telling."

"Will I like it?"

"I think so."

"Are we staying at home? Or going out?"

Remus smiled into the pillow as Sirius' hands began to work their magic, it had been a stupid idea to sit in the hard chair, they should have used his and his back would not be rebelling quite so much.

"Staying home."

"What will I need to wear?"

Remus smiled again. "Wait and see."

Sirius huffed. "Spoilsport."

"Roll me back," Remus whispered. As soon as he was on his back he pulled Sirius down on top of him. His shoulders and arms were still strong and muscled.

"I love you."

Sirius grinned boyishly and gently began to kiss Remus slowly, deeply, their lips melting together. "I love you," he replied and he could feel Remus smile against his lips. He moved slowly down Remus' body, kissing every scar that marred his husband, his tongue swirling over the ribs where the silver lay, the high sensitive area that only he knew how to pleasure. Remus whimpered. "Sirius... Sirius..." He worked he way back up the lips that were parted. panting his name and he devoured the mouth of the only man he had ever loved. He had spoken the truth, Remus' body may have been impaired but to Sirius he was still, if not more, sexy now they worked for things that had once been so easy.