Lessons in Etiquette

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for some sexual content, violence and language. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!

WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male), and AU-ness!! Ye be warned

Author's Note: so after Riding Lessons, I got about half the reviewers asking for a sequel, which I really should've seen coming what with the whole 'we'll meet again' bit. So anyhow, I decided there WILL BE A SEQUEL!! And here it is. XD Cheers!

PS. – Yay for customized porn. XD

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Sirius Black groaned as a pair of soft, long-fingered hands slid up his torso, followed by a warm, wet tongue, and he found himself staring into twin pools of amber coloured honey.

"Remus," he gasped, and the other boy smiled, languidly dipping his head to kiss him, but just before Sirius tasted the deliciousness of the older boy's lips, he sat up straight in bed, alone, and sweating.

He rubbed his hands tiredly over his face, cursing his stupid subconscious. He hadn't even thought of Remus Lupin for years until recently. Now the damned cowboy wouldn't get out of his head and plagued both sleeping and waking.

It had been nearly three years to the day since he had been dropped unceremoniously in the middle of the country to learn 'equestrian training' from the staff at Windermere Stables and Farms. What he had not expected back then, was that his ten-day stay would turn heavenly with the mere addition of one drop dead gorgeous stable-hand/instructor or that said instructor would teach him how to ride more than just horses.

Since then, he had come out of the closet to his very best mate in the world James Potter, and his family, who were more like a real family than his own blood-relatives could claim. James had been shocked, understandably, but he and his parents had handled it well enough, and loved him all the more for it.

Then came the rather trying ordeal of telling his biological parents (who had always rather disliked him for some reason) that he was, in fact, gay, and that he'd spent the majority of the expensive riding vacation making love to an exiled-wizard stable boy. Needless to say, the traditional Black hatred of anything not of pure wizarding blood or influence and anything wizarding society might frown upon (including homosexuality of their heir child) prevailed, and he was rather unceremoniously thrown from his childhood house. Not that he really cared. But then he was disinherited, which was rather a problem.

He managed to finish off his school year with top marks, however, and had pretty much the pick of the litter as jobs went. Seeking quiet and some sort of stability, which he'd never had in life apart from the safe feeling he'd gotten at Windermere, he chose a simple Ministry of Magic job, working in the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures, more specifically, the Werewolf Regulation division.

He figured it would be the best way to get back at his parents, doing a menial Ministry job, day in and day out, but he found that he rather enjoyed it. He felt pity, of course, and immense sadness when he saw a young child come in after having been bit and ravaged by a werewolf (which had thankfully only happened once on his shift in the three years he'd had the job), and slight distaste when he had to go through the reports of what werewolves had supposedly done. Yet his job also let him catch a rare glimpse into the lives of the many who were infected with lycanthropy who just tried to live their lives, and he learned a new kind of respect for them as a species, and as human beings.

Often haggard looking and surly, he could understand why they mistrusted him and everyone else at the Ministry when they came in for yearly evaluations of their 'illness' and he always tried to treat them with that newfound respect. Sometimes, however, it was impossible, and he was reminded just why everyone freaked out when mentioning the word werewolf in polite conversation. Some of them, to be frank, were more animal than person.

And now, three years into it, he was thinking back almost wistfully to the days of summer he'd spent with Remus Lupin. Damn it all to hell, why though? How come, all of a sudden, he couldn't get that sexy young man out of his head? Why now, after all this time?

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Remus Lupin stared across at the overflowing rubbish bins and dingy buildings, and then back at the decrepit-looking red telephone booth. Visitor's entrance to the Ministry of Magic…of course it would look like shit. His frown deepened.

He couldn't believe he was stuck back in this god-awful city again. It had been bad enough having to live here the first decade or so of his life and now that he had tasted freedom, real freedom, it was fucking hell to have to come back.

The summer he had met Sirius had blazed with a never-ending sun. Hottest on record some said, and Remus believed it. The nights he had spent with the young man had nearly burned him alive with their intensity and passion, and Mother Nature seemed to have liked what she saw. All the rest of that year drought plagued the prestigious, privately owned and run ranch and farm, and revenue had plummeted.

They had made it through, though, and the next summer saw another batch of eager kids and teens whose parents wanted them to ride properly, and things had started looking up. But as fate has a nasty way of doing, things that seemed up, went down. The number of bookings dropped, and a fair number of the summer-time help were laid off. Remus stayed on with Gloria and a handful of others.

As the summer progressed, and the heat rose steadily, as if mocking his fiery nights from the year before, fewer and fewer people came around. The drought, which seemed to have lasted into this year, was full blown by then, and no one and nothing could survive the scorching daytime sun. Entire crops of produce were lost, and the owners were tentative about continuing on.

The next summer came and promised just as much dry heat and just as little rain, and the owners of the sprawling property decided it would be best to cut their losses rather than risk the business for another unprofitable year.

So it had been 'thanks, but we really can't keep you' for Remus not even halfway through the season, and he had been forced to move back into the city. He found what work he could, general labour, carpentry, and mechanic work – anything that would keep him off the street at night and keep food in his belly.

Now, after living in the city for six months, he was being forced by the bureaucratic bastards to come for a 'harmless evaluation of his condition'. He remembered what it had been like, the years after his accident when he still lived in London with his mother. His father had taken off sometime in the blurry years of younger childhood, and left them to struggle onward on their own, the bastard, and now here he was again, walking the same fucking streets, going to the same damned places. Only now he knew what awaited him.

He sighed and stepped into the phone booth, pushing the appropriate numbers after sliding a quarter into the machine. He watched the sidewalk around him rise as he sunk into the earth, his heart sinking with him.

On the long descent, his mind wandered of it's own accord, and he found no matter what he did to deter it, it invariably turned back to Sirius Black, the boy from that summer so many long hard years ago. He wasn't sure why, but lately it seemed he had been thinking of that time more and more and the magical youth he had shared it with. The feel of the boy's lips on his skin, the way his hands would grip his shoulders… A shudder worked its way u his spine and he shook his head to clear it as the red door of the telephone booth opened.

He didn't bother to ask directions, and didn't meet the eyes of anyone he saw. He knew his way still, even despite the fact he hadn't been there in ages. How could he forget?

XXX

Sirius doodled absently on a piece of paper. He had been assigned, rather unceremoniously and against his will, to sit at the front desk today, something he absolutely loathed doing. It undoubtedly meant he had to deal with people who got lost trying to find somewhere else, and that he had to endure the scathing looks and whispered conversations about what sort went into the facility behind and what sort of sick person would want to work there. Stuck up bastards, all of them. No compassion and no empathy from any of those judgmental people.

Sirius sighed and tossed the pen he'd been doodling with aside, and leaned back in his swivel chair, twirling around the space behind the desk, his fingers lacing together behind his head. His eyes fell shut and Remus Lupin appeared behind his eyelids, the image Sirius had committed to memory for this very purpose of the sexy youth, fixing that stuck harness and catching Sirius' heart. He sighed and fell deeper into his imagination. He could see in perfect detail, Remus walking toward him, his hips slightly forward, his lean body bent slightly around his middle; could picture his mouth moving to form words of delicious enticement…

And then it was as though Remus were real…calling his name with his low husky voice, slightly breathless as he fucked him. "Sirius…Sirius…"

Sirius sat up and sighed, opening his eyes, realizing he must be out of his mind because it wasn't like Remus was standing there calling him. He looked over his shoulder to see who had been calling him (probably his stupid supervisor who was a prejudiced bigot if he ever met one) and promptly fell out of his chair.

Remus couldn't breathe. He felt like everything he had taken for granted until then, like the ability to think and breathe simultaneously, or to stand properly, had suddenly gone wonky, and he gripped the edge of the desk to remain upright and not pass out.

"Sirius," he said again through numb lips. "What…what are you…?" He couldn't make his mouth form the words. He gasped air and his mind cleared momentarily, but as soon as he looked into the stormy grey of his old acquaintance's eyes, he felt woozy again. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be…it wasn't possible…

He watched Sirius pick himself up from the floor unseeing. It was like this horrendously terrible day had been just shy of completely disastrous, so stupid fucking Fate had decided to throw this into his lap to top things off. This was just great, just fucking wonderful…

"Remus?" Sirius said, almost as though he thought he might be dreaming. Then his head throbbed where he had smashed it off the ground moments before and he realized that to feel that kind of pain that acutely, he was undoubtedly conscious. "What are you doing here?" He could see the other boy was just as shocked (if not more so) than he himself was, and opened his mouth to speak, but seemed to have lost the ability to do so. "I think you're lost," Sirius said decisively, moving out from around the counter, and putting a slightly more than friendly arm around the speechless boy's shoulders.

He steered Remus slightly around and began walking him back to the lift. "I mean, you can't be a werewolf," Sirius said, a hint of a laugh in his voice as though Remus was being devious and trying to trick him into something. "It's just preposterous. So tell me, what are you looking for then?"

They had arrived at the lifts, and Remus finally found his voice, stiffening slightly under Sirius' arm. "I'm not lost. I'm looking for the Werewolf Division Registry, and I know it's on this floor." Sirius' arm dropped back to his side, and he stared at Remus in shock. The fair-haired boy felt his pride shoot up at the look of incredulity on Sirius' face, and his jaw tightened. "Yeah, I'm a fucking werewolf…so if you could just point me in the general direction of the Registry office, that'd be fucking excellent," he snapped coldly.

Sirius pointed absently over his shoulder to a hallway leading back from the reception desk. "Second door on the left," he murmured, and Remus brushed past him without another word.

The dark-haired young man watched his once passionate, funny, and caring fling walk away. The defensive set of his shoulders and the stiff way he walked, so un-Remus-like entirely, told Sirius what he already knew. He had been an asshole of the very grandest kind. He'd done what countless other Ministry officials did to the patrons of his department. He had judged the boy by how he looked.

Sirius sat down on his chair behind his desk and picked up the pen he had been doodling with earlier absently. Remus was… No, he couldn't even think it. It couldn't possibly be true. Remus would have told him…right? That summer, Remus would have told him. He had told Remus he loved him, and Remus had said he felt the same… But if you loved someone, loved them the way Sirius had loved Remus that fateful summer; you didn't just conveniently forget to tell them things like you were a werewolf.

But the more he thought about it, and the more self righteous he became in his shock, the more he realized. It really just made it that much harder to tell someone you might love (or care for in some sort of way, Sirius was sure Remus had felt at least that much) something that important. Because the more you got committed, and the more that person came to love who they thought you were, wholly and completely, the greater the risk was in being honest. The greater chance there was in getting your heart broken…in getting your true self rejected… And now he had gone and looked shocked and undoubtedly hurt Remus.

It had never been his intention, but it wasn't as though he could help himself. It was like hearing Santa Claus wasn't real for the first time. You just didn't want to believe it. But what could he do about it? It wasn't like he just happened to have a time turner on hand to go back in time. He checked his pockets just in case, but alas, found nothing.

But he could try to make amends, right? Of course! He would apologize and ask the devilishly still rugged and sexy Remus out, and then they could go back to his flat, and-

What if he doesn't want to go out with you? What if you've cocked up one of the only good things you've ever gotten in life for good? What do you have that makes you so fucking special and worthy? You're a kid to him. He fucked you once, but that was a summer fling. You really think he's going to want you again?

The black thoughts came up suddenly, and Sirius tried to push them away, to his subconscious where they belonged, but no matter what he did, they just floated back up. A remnant of his cold, love-less childhood, he was often plagued with such thoughts (especially in matters of love) though he did his best to put on a good front.

As a result, he was so entirely focused on thinking positive, his face set in an uncharacteristic frown, that he almost missed it when Remus came out from the Registry and sailed right past him without another word. In fact, the slim, sandy-haired youth was almost at the lifts before Sirius realized it was he.

"Remus, wait!" he called, bounding up from his desk.

Remus cursed his politeness, which had been deeply ingrained into him from a very young age, as he turned round. Fuck it all to hell, why couldn't he be one of those people who had no soul who could just tell people to fuck off whenever they felt like it? He sighed. "Yes?" he prompted when Sirius just stared at him.

Sirius seemed to snap out of himself. "Right, um… I just wanted to say, basically, that I'm sorry. I assumed you weren't…yeah, and, well it was rude of me. I mean… I know what it's like to be judged for something you can't help." Remus snorted, politely as possible, in a disbelieving sort of way. Sirius, who had been unable to meet Remus' gaze, did so now. "What?"

"I find it hard to believe that you have any sort of inkling of what I live through when people find out about my condition."

Sirius felt the full force of his Black pride rear its aristocratic head. "Maybe not to the extent you've been through, true, but in case you didn't realize, everyone, including you if I recall correctly, assumes that I'm some hypocritical asshole because my last name is Black. I get dirty looks on the street from my parents' pureblood friends because I'm a disgrace to them and their fucked up beliefs, and judged by anyone who meets me. So don't tell me I don't have 'any inkling' of what you go through." Sirius forced his fists to relax, and took a deep breath. Now that he'd gotten riled up though, he couldn't bite his tongue any more. "And furthermore, I came to tell you I was sorry for being such a prick earlier, and ask you if you wanted to maybe meet up sometime for coffee or some shit like that, but fuck it, whatever."

Remus stood there, stunned. Not literally, but figuratively for sure. He swallowed uncomfortably, glad Sirius seemed to have burned himself out in the heavy silence, but took solace that he still remained standing there, staring at the ground. "Uhm…yeah. You're er…right. And…I…about the coffee…"

"No, no," Sirius interrupted. Let me ask you properly for that. "Remus, d'you want to get some coffee with me…later? After I get off work?" Remus smiled, blushing softly. Since when had he turned into a schoolgirl around Sirius?

"Yeah," he replied. "Sounds good. Um…"

"You probably don't want to hang around this place, but actually, I'm done at three today, so if you maybe wanted to meet me at the Muggle Visitor's Entrance?"

Remus nodded, consulting his watch. It was only eleven thirty. He could poke around London until three. "Sounds good. I'll erm…see you then I guess…"

Sirius grinned and reached for Remus' hand boldly, not caring that at any time, someone could come from the offices and facilities behind or step off the lifts. He leaned in to kiss Remus' lips, but chickened out last second, and brushed his pouting mouth over the lycanthrope's cheek instead. "See you then."

XXX

Sirius verily skipped from the red phone booth that afternoon. The sun was shining and looking brightly down on him, reflecting his own light heart. He spotted Remus across the street, leaning against a fence, and smoking.

He approached the other boy and smirked as he plucked the fag unceremoniously from between Remus' fingers. He pulled off of it and passed it back. "Smoking is bad for you."

"And so are you. Would you rather I quit both?" Remus asked, trying not to stutter like an over excited teenager. He was far from that.

"Not at all. Come, this way. I brought my bike in this morning, so it's lucky really." Remus cocked an eyebrow. Somehow he couldn't imagine Sirius on a bicycle; it just didn't match his over-confidence and swaggering style. Then the pair rounded a corner onto a dismal little alleyway, and Remus' eyebrows shot up into his hairline.

He stopped walking and Sirius turned round to look at him, walking backward to the beastly motorbike that shone dimly in the half-light. "What?"

Remus stared at him in blind horror. "I'm not getting on that thing."

Sirius paused, wand halfway out of his pocket. "What? Why the bloody hell not?"

"It's…dangerous!" Remus spat. Sirius waggled his eyebrows.

"So am I baby."

Remus rolled his eyes heavenward. "Seriously. And don't you dare make the pun." Sirius frowned. "And no pouting either. I'm not getting on that bike, and that's final."

Sirius strode up to him and pulled him close, arms sliding with easy remembrance around Remus' waist. "Why not?" Sirius murmured, leaning in to Remus and breathing him in.

"I don't feeling like dying just now is all."

"You don't think I can drive?" Sirius asked, half smiling as he pulled away from Remus, going and throwing a leg over the bike. "Come on, be nice to her. She rides like a dream and I can handle her. Marley, tell the silly boy…"

"Oh good god you've named it…" Remus said, sighing hugely. This was not convenient. He stared at Sirius who was currently grinning and looking every inch a carefree rebel, his long dark hair mussed one too many times with his fingers, leaning confidently on his motorbike… Jesus.

"Of course I have. She's my baby. Marley the Harley…isn't she gorgeous?"

"And is she the only female you've been riding lately?" Remus asked, folding his arms.

"Absolutely." Remus took a step forward, and then another.

"And you promise me it's safe?"

"Darling, who d'you think you're talking to? I exude safety. Safety is my metaphorical middle name. Now are you getting on or not, sweets?"

Remus sighed and moved completely over to the bike that currently leaned rakishly on its kickstand. "So you at least have helmets?" he inquired. Sirius laughed.

"For you, yes. I need no helmet."

"Sirius-"

"Ah, ah! No arguments. Jump on." Remus slid hesitantly onto the plush leather of the back of the seat, clinging to Sirius in fright as the darker haired boy reach around, kicking the kickstand aside and revving the engine in a rather manly way.

Remus groaned at the gentle vibrations that rumbled up from the seat between his legs, over his cock and across his balls, making him incredibly horny. And then there was Sirius, all masculine and there to hold on to and over confidence. He unconsciously shifted closer to Sirius, pressing the semi-hardness of his cock against the grinning boy, stifling a soft groan.

They eased slowly and fluidly into the street from the alleyway and Remus loosened his grip slightly. Then Sirius revved the engine and with an impressive roar of machinery, pulled into traffic. Remus gripped him, partially from sheer arousal at watching Sirius handle the several hundred pounds of metal so easily and partly from sheer fear that they were going to get into a horrible fiery wreck. He could feel every inch of his front pressed intimately to Sirius and the rumbling in the seat rose and fell as Sirius gear shifted and they puttered in and out of traffic and up the street.

"Is it far?" Remus asked into Sirius' ear. The black-haired boy shook his head. Remus shifted, trying to get the rather lovely (yet problem inducing) vibrating seat from pressing up against his balls, then clung tight as Sirius took a sharp corner. "That was mean," he murmured. He cast about for conversation topics wildly. He did not want this to be awkward. "So who have you been riding besides Marley?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth he buried his head in Sirius' shoulder, eyes closed, groaning.

Sirius grinned. "Well, not as many as before. No girls and only like…two guys? Yeah. Maybe four times."

"Tell me about them?" Remus inquired sweetly, resting his chin on Sirius' shoulder as they whizzed past cars and a bus, arms underneath Sirius' robes and jacket. Anything not to think about possible impending death was good.

I met this guy on a weekend my parents forced me to socialize with guests. According to him, quite a few of the Blacks dally on the other side; even the women. But don't worry, he wasn't related to me. He was a servant… Someone actually brought their own servant. Pfft!" He laughed carelessly. "We flirted for the first day or so and then…yeah."

"Who was the other guy?" Sirius muttered something that Remus didn't catch. "One more time, a little louder, in coherent English please?"

Sirius cleared his throat. "My…friend James."

"He's gay too?"

"No, quite the opposite really. Straight as an arrow, but he heard that guy on guy sex makes you get off better or something, so anyway, he asked me and I said to go fuck himself. He bugged me night and day, 'cause we live together, and after a week I just caved."

Remus laughed at the plain absurdity of this. "And? Was his theory right?"

Sirius chuckled now, pausing at a red light. "He said it was alright."

Remus thought back to the teen of the summer they had spent together. The cocky-as-fuck youth who had snatched his interest like nothing. "And you were okay with that?"

Sirius pulled away as the light changed. "Yeah. He wasn't that great either, and I told him as much too."

Remus shifted and accidentally (or so he later claimed) rubbed his semi-erect cock against Sirius' backside. "Was he better than me?"

Sirius gasped at the erotic (if unintentional) touch. "Er, no…definitely not. You, sweets, were exceptional."

Remus blushed and felt a little lightheaded. His hands slid down Sirius' front, caressing him through the thin fabric of his shirt. "You're sweet," he murmured, voice slightly deeper than normal.

"Oh I know," Sirius replied smirking.

Remus' hands slid back up the younger boy's front, under his shirt, delightfully cooler than his flesh, caressing him. Sirius felt his cock strain against the fabric of his trousers. Sirius groaned and turned the corner, away from heavier traffic. "Maybe I should make sure your friend isn't better than me, hmm?" Remus murmured into Sirius' ear, his breath hot on the cool flesh and making Sirius shiver. "Y'know," Remus continued when Sirius didn't reply, "I really rather think I like riding this bike with you. Not as good as a horse, but I suppose you make up for it." His left hand slid down and cupped Sirius' cock intimately as he nipped longingly at his earlobe.

"Oh really?" Sirius managed to choke out. He was having difficulty curbing the impulse to simply stop in the middle of the street and take Remus right here on this beast of a machine.

"Mmm…really." Remus rolled his hips and ground his cock, now noticeably harder, into Sirius' arse, sliding the tip of his finger achingly over the ridge of Sirius' trapped erection. "God, I'm so fucking turned on… I want you to take me on this fucking beast. Sorry, Marley."

Sirius swallowed raggedly and pulled off the street, down and empty side street and around into an alleyway. He turned with practiced ease and pinned Remus to the seat of the bike, sliding him down slowly, grinding their pelvises and cocks together wantonly. "You're not allowed to say those kinds of things when I'm driving." He kissed Remus lingeringly, softly, but possessively.

Remus shivered at the kiss. It felt so achingly right; it made him forget… Then Sirius pulled back. "Why not?" Remus breathed.

Sirius' lips slid lower to suck at Remus' collarbone, making the elder of the two arch and clutch at Sirius' back. "It causes me to drive poorly … And it makes me want to punish you…"

Remus shivered and pulled Sirius closer to him. "How far away do you live?"

Sirius grinned. "Not far. Let's go…and no more distracting me." Remus smiled devilishly, said nothing, and sat up.

XXX

Sirius magicked the chain around his bike at the fence across the street from the building his and James' flat was located in. "More for show than anything. Anti-theft charms on the lot of it."

Remus smiled as Sirius took his hand and they made their way up to the flat. Sirius unlocked it with his key to 'keep up appearances' and they walked into a dim room that Remus guessed was the living area. It was romantically lit with candles, several of which floated leisurely on invisible drafts, and a dark, messy haired young man lounged easily with a pretty blonde. At the sound of Remus and Sirius' entry, they both looked up, their lips breaking apart.

"Is this your friend?" Remus asked Sirius softly.

"Yes," Sirius replied. "But I don't know why he's home this early," Sirius added, louder, mostly for James' benefit.

James Potter got up and waved his wand, the soft music that had been playing turning off and the lights going up. Remus blinked and watched as the blonde stood as well, pulling her shirt up and skirt down.

"What are you-?" You're supposed to be working…"

"So are you! Oh, James, Remus; Remus, James." Remus waved slightly and smiled uncertainly at the awkward situation.

"Sirius, we have to talk," James said, grabbing the other black-haired boy by the arm and pulling him backward into the bathroom.

Remus sat down hesitantly, and Blondie did the same a few moments later. There were the sounds of muted shouting from the bathroom, and then a Silencing spell went up, and there was only blank, horrendous silence.

"Hi," Remus said brightly, his voice loud to his ears. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Remus."

"Kelly," the blonde replied, shaking his hand. She smiled prettily. "So…you're…dating Sirius?"

"Not really," Remus replied. "We met once awhile ago, and just recently…I don't know…" Kelly laughed softly.

"Well you seem good together to me."

Remus chuckled. "You sound like my best friend…Lily."

"Oh yeah? Name doesn't sound familiar…"

"She's a Muggle…"

"Oh, cool…"

Just then, the bathroom door opened to two slightly pissed off men, looking as though they hadn't gotten their way. Sirius' face was an unattractive shade of red and James was frowning. "Everything all right?" Remus asked.

James and Sirius glared at one another. "Yeah," Sirius replied. "Great. So…let's go to my room Remus…"

"Okay," said Remus amicably. "Nice meeting you Kelly. And James." He took Sirius' proffered hand and followed him back toward the far bedroom. James sat down beside Kelly.

"Now darling, where were we?"

XXX

Once Remus had closed the door behind them in the bedroom, Sirius turned and pressed him into the cheap wood, kissing him soundly and grinding erotically against him. "Get undressed," Sirius panted commandingly, and Remus obliged him, swiftly pulling his shirt over his head.

Sirius' hands had his pants around his ankles as the shirt sailed easily across the room, and Remus stepped out of the remainder of his clothing into Sirius' gentle embrace. Their hot mouths met, tongues sliding gently in and out of and around each other's mouth. "Ohh fuck," Remus murmured as he felt Sirius gently rotating his hips against him, hands splayed flat on the wooden door, either side of Remus' head. It was payback, he knew, for those teasing nudges and touches on the ride over.

"Remus," Sirius panted. "Yes baby… Are you sure you want to do this?" Sirius rasped, even as Remus worked furiously at his pants, trying to take them off the other boy.

"Don't you dare try to play the tease Sirius," Remus said darkly, making Sirius' cock twitch and harden in his underpants as the elder boy pulled his pants down. His hands, those glorious surgeon's hands that should have gripped a scalpel or cranial saw, slid up under his shirt again, this time hot with discovery and passion, and pulled the garment almost reverently off of Sirius head. Their lips met again, parting to breathe and remove clothes, and Remus arched into Sirius' body, now delightfully borderline naked.

"I want to fuck you so bad baby," Sirius groaned, not sure how much longer he could stand not being inside Remus or have the other boy inside himself. Either or; he wasn't a picky fellow. "I couldn't play the tease even if I wanted to."

Remus pushed off from the door and pressed Sirius backward until he felt his legs bump into the edge of his bed. "Then you should stop talking and start fucking."

Sirius smirked as Remus pushed him and he fell into a heap on his bed, the graceful lycanthrope sliding on top of him, his rock hard phallus dragging lustily over an expanse of smooth, firm thigh. Sirius sat up and kissed Remus again, almost chastely. Then his lips moved to press into his collarbone and pulse point, then lower to the top of his pectoral muscle. Remus leaned back as Sirius' mouth finally covered his nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard at it, gnawing softly but persistently, making Remus want to explode.

His fingers clenched in Sirius hair, and he could feel the soft tendrils of hair tickling his chest. Sirius' hands slid up the underside of his cock, feather light and teasing, then swirled deliriously around the velvet head of his member before enveloping the entire circumference of the engorged organ with his palm and sliding it downward. "Sirius…" The name came out a breathy hiss and Sirius felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise at it.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you baby," Sirius groaned into his nipple, his cock aching as Remus gripped his buttocks. "I want to hear you say it."

"Ohh Sirius," Remus panted as the younger of the two fisted his cock, making him want to come. "Oh yes, fuck me. Please, God, fuck me…"

Sirius pulled his underpants off with surprising agility and the soared haphazardly to land on the lampshade near the door, matching the rest of the clothing strewn about in a very Sirius-like fashion. Remus shifted as Sirius pressed the head of his cock to his willing entrance, bracing himself for the penetration. "One more time," Sirius breathed, voice barely audible above the sounds of their laboured breathing and pounding hearts.

"Fuck me babe…" Remus commanded, and felt Sirius push the entire meaty length of his manhood against his sphincter. He could feel the blissful intrusion sending fire through his body as a moan escaped his throat and he arched terrifically. "Fuck me," he repeated as Sirius forced himself in, agonizingly slow. "Fuck me.

Sirius panted and felt like he was going to come as soon as his entire length was buried in Remus' behind. But he grit his teeth and pulled out, sliding back in slowly, drawing out every delicious moan from Remus' larynx. The lycan could feel every ridge and vein as it slid intimately against his opening, and felt the blind, stabbing pleasure that Sirius' cock rubbing against his prostate brought. He relished it, and arched more fully as Sirius continued to stroke him in time to his thrusting. It was all too much for Remus' brain to understand.

He felt drugged. His mouth was dry and sticky; his throat hoarse from his frantic, open-mouthed breathing, and his mind whirled. It felt unreal that a mere twelve hours ago (possible more, possibly less; time seemed to have slowed and distorted) he had gotten out of bed and made ready to go through a horribly horrific day. And it had been. And then he'd seen Sirius again and… it was like before.

Time didn't matter, the days were just pieces of stolen time with Sirius, just like the last time. Nothing really mattered, except the two of them and their panting, hot breaths and the sinfully delicious friction their bodies made together. Remus couldn't think, couldn't process what was happening. He didn't care that he hadn't seen this boy in three years, or that he knew he was a werewolf. He didn't really even care that this, their intimate love-making, could probably never happen again because of the countless Ministry by-laws and rules they'd undoubtedly just broken. Not in this timeless moment. This fairy-tale illusion they had woven together.

Sirius grunting over him seemed to break Remus from his trance, and he eagerly met the other boy's lips with his own, hungry and needy like his lover was.

They rutted like mad animals in heat, all sweaty and passionate, and carnal and raw. Groans and lusty moans were torn raggedly form their throats until, at last, at long last, they came, in perfect synchronism. Sirius bit down hard on Remus' shoulder as he buried himself one last time in his arse to stifle his scream. He felt the sunburst explosion of his orgasm in the tight, unforgiving heat of Remus asshole, and felt the boy quiver, arch, and come into his skillful hand simultaneously.

Sirius, no longer able to move, simple collapsed, his semi-erect cock, still to the hilt in his lover's backside. Remus didn't mind, as he himself was rather incapable of movement or speech at the moment. The blinding flash of ecstasy left a white spot in his vision for several long moments as he drifted on the aftershocks of completion.

Finally, Sirius mustered enough energy to pull out and roll over, smiling softly as Remus curled into his side. "You were right y'know," he murmured absently.

Remus looked at him/ "Of course I was. About what though?"

"Three years ago, you said we'd meet again. And we have."

"Yeah," Remus said softly. "Yeah I did…"

"Only this time," Sirius replied, looking Remus directly into his molten amber eyes, any trace of his usual jovial exterior gone, and only hard, raw emotion emanated from him in the late afternoon sunshine, "I won't let you get away. I love you."

Remus swallowed, feeling hollow. He didn't want to hurt Sirius, but didn't want him to live in some dream world where they could plausibly be together. "I love you too." He whispered. He was just too damn polite for his own good sometimes.

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Author's Note: so here it is, the sequel to Riding Lessons. And, I HAVE GREAT NEWS!! Since I'm obsessed horribly with fan fiction, I've decided to make this an on-going fic! So there will be more to this story, so don't forget to add me to your alerts. Heh heh. Clicky the purple button? Please? Cheers!!