TRUE LOVE WILL PREVAIL
Remus Lupin woke up, feeling tired and disoriented. The full moon was approaching, and even his supple, lithe, seventeen-year-old body grew weary around this time of month.
He dragged himself across the room, kicking aside remains of cigarette butts and stray clothing. He made his way wearily to his guitar, beaming lovingly at 12 string Deacon model guitar.
He picked it up in his hands, caressing it with his nimble fingers. He strummed it with the loving, sensual touch of a young poet.
When the door opened, and his roommate Sirius Black entered, he smiled briefly at him, tossing his sandy brown hair out of his hazel eyes in the process.
Sirius paused to take in his masculine beauty, trying not to stare too hard. When had he become so sexy?
Take me now! Make love to me now! Sirius's cock screamed, but he dared not speak. He did not know, after all, if Remus lusted after him in return. Hell, he only had suspicions about whether or not Remus lusted after phallusi.
"Let play a duet," Sirius whispered sensuously. He pulled out his Talking Kalengo Drum and began to beat it hard and steadily with his powerful hands.
Remus played, trying not to be captivated by the thump of Sirius's beautiful, sexy, and strong hands. There was a primal energy in Sirius's movements, that stirred up a powerful, primal urge within Remus's werewolf self to thrust like his ancestors in rhythm with Sirius's sensual movements.
He swallowed hard, trying to rein in his lust. He could never let Sirius know he felt this way. Sirius would never feel the same way in return.
They played on like that for hours, until night fell.
Dusk was upon them, and Remus at last became aware of himself again.
He met Sirius's eyes across the dim room, trying not to show his desire.
"Well, I should go," Remus said. His manhood throbbed against his constricted jeans. He just wanted to go back to his dormroom, where he could relieve himself without fear of prying eyes. Where he indulge in images of Sirius without that horrible guilt that pursued him at every step.
"Fine," Sirius said coolly, looking utterly unaffected by Remus's presence.
Embarrassed and ashamed, Remus pulled on his socks, and fished around for his shoes. It wasn't until he'd pulled them on that he felt the strange pinpricks in the bottoms of his feet. Remus glanced down, incredulously, and realized his shoes were biting him!
"What the hell!" Remus cried, trying to pull the shoes off. But the teeth sank deeper, and Remus screamed in agony.
"What is it?" Sirius cried. "Is something wrong?"
"My—my shoes!" Remus gasped. "They're hurting me!"
Sirius lanced forward to halt Remus's downward plunge to the floor, lest the other boy hurt himself. And it was then that his eyes fell upon the ransom note, made of cut-up pieces of newspaper.
"ReMUs LuPINs fEEt wILL FaLl OFF If He DOEs not GIVe VOLDemORt DuMBleDorE'S HEad IN TWo DAYs"
"Who could do this?" Sirius cried.
They looked at each other, and came to the same conclusion at once.
"SNAPE!"
To Be Continued