Title: Beg Me for It

Summary: Harry wants something from Remus, but Remus won't give in until Harry asks for it properly…

Disclaimer: I wish…

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Ch 1: The Game Begins

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Harry moaned as Remus slowly slid his tongue up his hard shaft and wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking gently as he looked up at Harry with heavy lidded eyes. It drove him crazy to see Remus in the submissive role, on his knees as he sucked smoothly at his leaking prick. He could feel a hand now, moving up and down, leisurely coaxing him to release. He buried a hand in Remus' honey colored locks as he let his head drop back against the chair. He was so close-

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Harry's eyes flew open, his heart hammering franticly inside his chest. He looked down to see his right hand plunged down the front of his bottoms, fingers sticky with the result of his (what was today, Wednesday?) 4th wet dream since the start of the week.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Hedwig hooted shrilly from her cage as Harry leaned over and turned off the alarm clock with his clean hand. He sat up, wiping his right hand on his pant leg, and resumed his morning ritual of biting his bottom lip and pondering what to do about his situation. His situation being: He wanted Remus. He didn't just want him, every part of his body craved contact with the older male. The only problem was, he didn't quite know how to approach him.

((Just ask him. Just walk right up t p him and outright ask him. What's the worst that could happen?))

He could say no

((I can't think of a reason why he would…))

I can-

((Don't, tell me))

Harry flopped backward onto the bed. He had been having this argument with himself for weeks now, and he still hadn't gotten any closer to another solution. It looked like he was just going to have to take his own advice and approach Remus when he saw him.

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Harry walked downstairs an hour later, after putting his soiled clothes in the wash, to find Remus sitting at the table, reading the paper and sipping tea in that sexy way that made Harry's legs resemble the effects of an over-enthusiastic jelly-legs jinx. Remus looked up as Harry walked over to the table, grabbing a muffin as he passed the counter, and smiled as he sat down. There was a droplet of tea shining from his bottom lip, and Harry suppressed the urge to lick it off by taking a huge bite of his muffin.

"Hiya", Harry managed. Remus just smiled, a very seductive smile if Harry's eyes weren't fooling him, and looked back down again. This was one of the things that Remus did that made Harry believe that he might be interested. The shy glances, the way he seemed to sway his hips when ever Harry has a back view of him, the way he would sit down next to Harry on the couch and wrap himself around him, nuzzling his head in the crook of his neck all drew Harry to the conclusion that either Remus wanted him, or Harry had finally snapped for good.

He swallowed his muffin dryly, wishing that he had grabbed a cup of milk as he passed the fridge, before he cleared his throat and asked, "Will you sleep with me?"

Remus lowered his paper slightly, and without even looking up, said very clearly, "No".

Harry was sure he would pass out, for his heart, which had been beating so fast before, suddenly seemed to stop. He grabbed hold to the edge of the table with both hands to steady him, and planted his feet firmly on the floor to push himself backward. He had to get out of here. He had to-

"Not until you ask me properly." Harry's head snapped up to see Remus looking at him, his paper flat on the table and his arms folded atop it. He titled his head, something like a challenge in his face as he surveyed Harry, as if waiting for him to do something.

Harry leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. What had he meant by properly? Maybe straight forward hadn't been the way to go. Pursing his lips, he slipped into thought.

((Properly…properly…I guess 'will you sleep with me' wasn't very proper. It wasn't rude…but it sounded like I assumed he wanted to…… I've got it!))

"Would you like to sleep with me?" Harry tried, hoping he got it right this time.

Remus smirked slightly. "No" again, in the same tone. He looked Harry straight in the eye, winked, and stood up, pushing in his chair before he went.

Harry sat, his mind reeling, arms still folded across his chest, starring at the spot Remus has just occupied.

He has just gotten turned down, twice, yet they hadn't been genuine refusals. It was more of a… game. Remus was playing a game with him. "Ask me properly, and I'll reward you". But what was properly? And how long did he have to find out?

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Whew, finally! So, what did you think? Loved it? Hated it? I promise the next chapters won't be as short and fast passed as this one was, but there wasn't really a way to write this longer without rambling. (My first R/H, tres exciting) So, I'm off to finish the final chapters of "The Seduction of Sirius Black" (Check it out if you haven't. For those who have been waiting, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I haven't forgotten you, I promise: ) Well, I'm off. Luv-ya!