AN: Okay- it all looks good. The story itself will probably be only a few chapters long. I'm writing like a madwoman to get it all done before something comes up and stops me dead. Forgive the constant circles my story goes in- that's my writing style. Character driven, I've been told, so forgive me if I focus on my characters thoughts rather than their actions (coughs in a guilty fashion). I will be the first to admit it. I can't write sex. It has been best described in something else I had written to mock myself- 'There was no dancing around that statement, not from her vampire. Now, if it had been a sex scene his statement could have gone on and on and still not reached an orgasm.' Let's just say that this story is a way to work on my issues with it. Go on, read and review!
Disclaimer: Look its a discliamer to protect me from stuff! I don't own the world of Harry Potter even if I am writing a Marauders era fic with character of my own causing trouble. My poor little incubus!
Incubus
Chapter 2- You're Not Man Enough For Me
"I'm sorry," Sirius whispered into the girl's ear. "But it's time for me to come out of the closet."
The girl, a Hufflepuff named Anne, was equal parts bewildered and enraged, pulling away from him. "But we've only been in here for a few moments!" She then went on to list what Sirius Black had done wrong in such a short amount of time. "You've only kissed me once since dragging me here and you promised I'd experience something I'd never forget." Anne was silent, waiting for Sirius to fall all over himself to try and get back into her good graces and possibly even under her skirt.
But the ex-heir of the House of Black did nothing of the sort.
"Well," he said softly, sounding amused, "I believe I just delivered."
"Saying you want to leave? That's the big draw? Clearly somebody's been exaggerating your prowess and ability!" She scoffed and tried to pull him down for a kiss. She was thwarted when Sirius placed a finger against her lips and shook his head.
"If you listened carefully you would have understood that I just came out to you."
Anne's eyes widened. Sirius tutted at her when she was about to speak, only removing his finger from her lips when he was sure she was going to let him continue.
"I have never taken any of you girls out on a real date. Even though you went so far as to attach yourself to me a few weeks ago and claim to be my girlfriend this broom closet venture is something that clearly qualifies as a date to you. I've had sex with a girl once and always wondered why I didn't take to it like the others. And then I figured it out!" He laughed before leaning closer to Anne and speaking gently.
"You're not man enough for me, darling. I figured that you had a right to know as my self-appointed girlfriend."
And then he left the broom closet, leaving one of the biggest gossips in his year to go and spread the word.
"Again?" Damian asked in a sultry voice.
Remus's cheeks reddened in response. He sincerely hoped that he would stop doing that.
The werewolf looked towards the figure sprawled over the bed, not in the least bashful over his state of undress. Damian was back to his own form and Remus would have to admit that he wasn't unpleasing like that. Beautiful. And a demon, Remus thought with a shiver.
It had been so easy to just crawl into bed with a creature that was wearing the shape of the one he desperately loved but had been told was off doing a girl. In response to that thought Damian had taken control and had shown whole heartedly that he was much more interested in him then the real Sirius was. Again and again and again and-
"Again?" The incubus asked once more with a laugh, finishing Remus's thought for him. "I'm more than ready to comply with your wishes. Remember I said I'd fulfill your every little desire," his laughter was cut short as he rose from the bed, sinuous and sleek, his body already becoming the all too familiar one of Sirius Black- and Remus could now claim to be very familiar with that body. It took a moment but Remus took a much needed breath, exhaling shakily as he struggled into his clothes.
"No- I've got to go, it's getting late, and I've still got some work to finish."
Damian changed forms swiftly, to pout at him. "Spoil sport! Fine- another time." He winked and grinned at him. "Shall we make a date of it?"
Remus wanted to say no. This was wrong. It was very very,-
"Very wrong," Damian added, nodding his agreement before shooting him a smirk. "But the reason you can't say no is because of how good it feels, right?"
Remus was sure that if he blushed any harder his face would stay that way to spite him. What they had done was wrong and he felt so out of control whenever Damian touched him that it was enough to drive him crazy. He needed to be in control.
"I could understand that. It took a lot for you to allow me to make love to you, didn't it? You never want to be out of control since one night a month is more than enough. But I did it. Or you. I topped you I mean to say." His smile only widened. "I had you begging for more and I gave it to you each time because I'm just so caring, so giving, such a wonderful lover."
Remus couldn't help but add, "And you were hungry."
The incubus nodded once. "Yes, I was hungry. I'm sorry to say that I'm going to be addicted to you, my little wolf."
"Don't call me that," Remus snapped, causing the incubus to raise his hands before him in a defensive gesture.
"Calm down, calm down!" The incubus said in wonder. "The werewolf has bite I see! Though I should have figured that out anyway from the way we spent the last hour."
Remus did bite the incubus a couple of times during that hour- purely instinctual on his part but the incubus didn't seem to have minded much. In fact he'd said that he liked to see the wilder side of him.
The werewolf just looked at him, no sign of anything playful on his too serious face. "Don't treat me like your pet, Damian."
The incubus gave him a small smile approaching him without fear to pull him closer so they were touching, chest to chest and hip to hip. Remus didn't have the will to get away even though the demon's comment still stung.
"You're not a pet. You are a unique mortal- a wizard and a werewolf. It's no wonder why you were the person I was drawn to most- you're special." Damian brushed Remus's hair away from his face and took the opportunity given to him by Remus's enthralled state to kiss him. And it was like no other that Remus had experienced in the past.
Another fact that people liked to claim to know about him was that he'd never been kissed or even had sex before- the common idea behind that being he was just too shy. The werewolf was willing to admit that he was shy over who saw his scars, who happened to touch them, but found that in the heat of the moment it mattered very little. There had been a boy back home that had been willing to experiment with him the past summer. The lie of being in a car accident when he was a child took care of the scar matter and left them free to explore one another in Remus's neat room under the pretense of tutoring and at the other boy's basement refuge that was rarely investigated by his two hard working parents.
Those kisses had been like little boy's kisses- all soft touches and quick brushes of the lips that left Remus wanting more.
The way Damian kissed was all consuming. Like Remus was the last bit of food and Damian had been starved. Like he was the last sip of water and Damian hadn't gotten near enough. It was heady to have someone- anyone want him that much.
He's a demon, Remus tried to warn himself. The thought went screaming through his head. He sucks the life out of people by having sex with them! How did this ever sound like a good idea?
But in the face of that kiss he couldn't think straight. Remus felt something roll through him letting that thought just slip off to the way side in the face of it.
I'm not bad, came the completely foreign thought, Damian's voice speaking to Remus within the confines of his mind. You love Sirius and he sold you to that Slytherin boy! How could I possibly be worse?
Damian was right he found himself agreeing, he did still love Sirius after what he did. And he still loved him now, Remus thought with a sigh.
Damian heaved a sigh of his own and held the werewolf, having pulled him into his arms once the kiss had started, and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.
"You're young- I'm nearly centuries old. Both of us are what are thought of as monsters. You transform into a wolf under the full moon and I," Damian laughed lightly. "I love people. That's all I do. I have an insurmountable need to be around those who experience love. I crave it because there isn't a soul who would choose to love me."
Damian gently released Remus from his embrace and led him to the door. "Can we meet again, Remus?"
Dumbly, the werewolf nodded, walking on unsteady feet out the door and towards Gryffindor Tower, unsure of what exactly he had been thinking about during that mind blowing kiss with Damian. But all he could really focus on was that the incubus had used his name rather than the proposed pet name that had gotten him angry.
He knew that the incubus had said his name before both as Sirius and as himself. But it had seemed different when he had said it just then. Was he trying to get closer?
Absurd since they had been as close as two people could possibly get.
His thoughts still felt cloudy and it was a wonder that he could walk in a straight line let alone navigate the corridors to reach his waiting bed. Though he had spent a lot of time in a bed quite recently he was still dying for some actual rest.
Sirius frowned as he looked at the map. He had pulled out the Marauders Map to check for all the normal hazards that could be found after curfew. He wasn't afraid of a single one but didn't want to be late getting back to the dorms so he could grab Remus and tell him what he wanted to. No, needed to.
It wasn't every day that somebody comes to terms with some very different urges. Days spent thinking of him in inappropriate yet scintillating ways during the droning of certain professors. Nights spent waking up covered in sweat, the images of them together in a variety of positions and places lingering behind closed eyelids. He didn't know why it hadn't come to him sooner! It hinted at so much!
He hadn't been lying to Anne. It had troubled him for so long that the realization of who he wanted came as a relief.
Sirius had listed the points over and over again. They were even compatible in their animal forms- the wolf Remus transformed into on the full moon and the dog he transformed into that was product of the Animagus transformation could on be a sign from above that it was meant to be.
He looked at the map and frowned harder and stopped to better examine it. Was it his imagination or did the dot labeled as Remus Lupin just walk out of a wall?
Sirius scanned the side of the map for any entry way that he might have missed. But nothing was there, nothing at all-and then it hit him. The unplottable room, the Room of Requirement!
He laughed away his initial thought of Remus having died and become a ghost and continued walking. That would be truly tragic- if Remus were to die before he had a chance to even tell him that he loved him?
His laughter fled him as the seriousness of the statement came to him. Yes, he said that he loved Remus but how true could he be if he willingly led an enemy to Remus at his most vulnerable moment and almost got both people killed? Sirius didn't know why he had done something so stupid but had been amazed that months after that terrible night Remus had forgiven him. He couldn't say that he had forgiven himself though. The dog Animagus was determined to prove himself worthy of Remus's friendship, and now, his love.
Sirius watched as little ink dot Remus made his way to Gryffindor Tower. What had he been doing in that room? When they had found the room each had declared their own purposes for the remarkable useful space.
For Peter it was a kitchen- all four Marauders had joked about it, reminding the rotund boy of the school kitchens they had proved pros at entering undetected by everyone except the house elves that were all too eager to give them whatever foodstuff they so desired.
For James it served as a place for him to relax and unwind after long Quidditch practices though Sirius liked to needle him with the fact that it doubled as a place to think about Lily too, which James never confirmed nor denied.
For Remus it was a study room with a library full of any and every book that he could need so he wouldn't have to search too hard for what he needed or get distracted in the crowded and noisy common room.
Sirius had used it for a lot of things- hiding spot, a place to practice spells related to pranks, or whatever he required most at the moment as that was what the room excelled at. Sirius had more recently been using the library Remus had mentioned but not for studying. For him it had become a great room filled with all kinds of books relating to just one thing, and that thing was homosexuality. The only thing he really knew about it came from his dreaded parents. That it was disgusting and how they would disown any child of theirs for not providing more pure blood children out of some sick fascination with their own gender. Good thing he had already runaway and been disowned for being a stain on the Black family name. He didn't think he'd be able to take his parents trying to shove him into an unwilling marriage to some trollop they deemed worthy to sire grandchildren or whatever torture they would see appropriate to cure him of his 'sick fascination'.
Remus was indeed an object of fascination for him, which was why he'd spent several nights a week reading everything he could get his hands on. He knew the poetry, the history, and even the techniques some books boasted would make him a kept lover. And Sirius really really wanted to be kept- and not like a lost little puppy either.
All he had to do was say something to the other boy. The prefect of his heart. His partner in crime. The guy he had been having increasingly erotic thoughts about at odd hours.
Sirius began to walk a little faster, keeping an eye on the map to gauge Remus's progress. Already half way there!
He really had to get moving! The other boy was probably tired, especially with the full moon coming so soon, and if he wasn't fast enough he would have to wait a whole day to tell Remus what he felt for him.
Sirius didn't automatically assume that Remus felt the same as he did. He was taking quite a few chances to even try. He told Anne about it, allowing her to do the heavy lifting of letting the concentrated world of Hogwarts students know where he stood in the forum of relationships.
Could this blow up in his face? Most definitely!
Was he willing to do all he could to prove himself to Remus? See above answer.
He had it all planned out and pocketed the map before he made it to the Fat Lady's portrait a good ten 15 to 25 minutes after Remus did. He said the password that allowed him entry but not without a complaint as to the lateness of the hour and how she needed to get her beauty sleep.
Sirius went over it again as he climbed the stairs hoping that Prongs and Wormtail were fast asleep and wouldn't cause any trouble.
The plan had only three steps that could be easily thrown out the window if it turned out that his feelings were one sided and that he had doomed himself to ridicule and unwanted attentions from other closeted guys who weren't Remus and thusly wouldn't be given the time of day.
But he was trying to be positive!
Step 1- tell Remus how he felt.
Step 2- if Remus is accepting of the idea and wishes to embark on a relationship proceed immediately to the next step.
Step 3- snog the boy silly and repeat as necessary (which is really really necessary)
Sirius liked the plan the more he thought of it. He was, of course, a great fan of Step 3!
AN: I did it! Go me! Chapter 2 complete with bits of humor and topped with slashy goodness! …I have a sudden wish for ice cream. But do I deserve it? I have been sitting at his lap top all bloody day long writing and rewriting. I guess you all can decide (whispers) I've got a thing for Ben and Jerry's and making not so subtle requests.