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

WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male) and MATURE LANGUAGE (swearing) and MATURE THEMES (sex and violence) and QUASI-KINKY SEX and AU-ness!! Ye be warned

Author's Note: the second bit… That's it really… CHEERS!

PS. – I just heard a song lyric that sums up almost every fan fiction I've ever written. 'Erotic nightmares beyond any measure…' LMFAO. I love it.

PPS. - I got a review from chapter one for this that said it was 'the worst Remus/Sirius fan fic EVER!' LMFAO!! Aw well, gotta be number one at something, right? Here's the next bit for those of you who actually liked it ;)

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"Sirius."

The grey-eyed youth looked up at his father, his face darkening as quickly as the handprint his father had left on his face early that week had. "Yes?" he replied stiffly.

"Your mother and I want you at dinner this evening. Ever since we bought you your property you've hardly spoken to us."

Sirius bit back the snappy retort that sprung to his lips, not wanting another confrontation like the one he'd had in front of Remus. "Apologies father, I'll be there."

Orion Black grinned at his elder son. "Excellent. And wear something nice, we're having some people come by for drinks later." Once his father had turned away, Sirius rolled his eyes. Great. More of his parents' stupid friends to sit and listen to for hours on end.

He hurriedly put away his riding gear and headed back up to his rooms to break the news to Remus, with whom he'd planned a rather nonverbal evening.

Typically, Remus was fine with it, saying only: "Alright. I agree; you should spend more time with your family. And please try to be on your best behaviour, however much you hate them, though." Sirius had kissed him, thanked him for being such a doll, and gone to get ready.

The Blacks had just finished the soup when Orion deemed the time right to broach the subject of why he'd really asked his firstborn to attend the family dinner. "So, Sirius," he said, wiping his mouth on his napkin and placing it aside. "Regulus tells me he hasn't seen you keeping to your riding schedule."

Sirius glared across the table at his brother momentarily. "Perhaps Regulus is mistaken. I ride the same amount as I always have. Come to think of it, I can't say I've seen Regulus riding very much lately either." His eyebrow arched with the emphasis he put on the word 'riding' and his brother's face flushed a dull pink.

Orion paused as the venison was served and took a perfunctory bite. "Your brother also tells me you've spent increasing amounts of time shut up in your rooms."

"I enjoy relaxation. Is that wrong father?" Sirius asked, parrying the question. He had a vague idea where this was headed and was determined not to help his father get there.

"Certainly not," his mother supplied. "So long as you perform the duties expected of you as well."

"I always try my best to perform the duties I am charged with, mother, I assure you." Sirius looked back at his food and made to take a bite.

"And what do you have to say about the fact I saw you and your property walking round the grounds holding hands yesterday?" Regulus demanded. "I'm sure there's some witty, perfectly logical reason for that as well. Along with why it wasn't wearing its collar or a leash," he added, sneering.

Sirius was tempted to throw his goblet across the table at his smug-looking younger brother, but refrained. The insolent little prick wasn't worth it. "Last I checked, what I do with my property is none of your business Regulus."

"And yet he has a point," Orion said in a carefully masked voice. "A rather valid one. You treat it with far more respect than it deserves Sirius. Why?"

"Because I deem it deserves that amount of respect."

"Because it sucks your cock for you," Regulus replied in a mumble that everyone heard. Sirius' face went red as he tried to tamp down his rage.

"Regulus don't be vulgar in the presence of a lady," Orion said sharply. "Sirius…I don't like the amount of influence it's had over you of late. Not one of us here recognizes you anymore. You'll have to punish it."

Sirius stood up abruptly. "You don't recognize me," he shouted, temper finally snapping, "because I'm happy for once in my goddamn life! What I do or don't do with my friends is my business and no one else's!" Oh fuck…the proverbial cat had escaped the metaphorical bag.

"Sit down!" Orion bellowed. "I will not be shouted at by my insolent child at my own table!" Sirius sat down, looking mutinous and wrathful. "Now do not forget, Sirius, that is was my money that paid for your little 'friend', so you'll do as I tell you with it, or I'll punish it myself. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," said spat, forcing as much venom into the word as he could.

"Good. Then bring it into my study once you've cooled down. And you'd better not make me come and get it, because then I will not show mercy." Sirius pushed his chair back and stood up, throwing his napkin onto the table.

"You don't have mercy you fucking bastard," he growled, before storming from the room.

Sirius slammed his bedroom door, just as he'd slammed every one he'd come across since stomping up the stairs to his rooms. Remus, where he was lying face up on the bed with a book in his lap, jumped. "Sorry," Sirius muttered, flopping moodily into a chair nearby.

"It's fine," Remus said cautiously, closing his book. "How did it go? You're back before I expected."

Sirius looked up into Remus' eyes, his own blank and defeated-looking. He stood suddenly, and pulled the slighter boy up from the bed and toward him rather aggressively. His mouth virtually attacked Remus' and while Remus didn't mind Sirius kissing him and doing with him what he liked, he also rather wanted his question answered and explanation for this sudden mood swing in his lover.

He pulled back gently and Sirius merely held him tighter, nipping at his neck. "Sirius?" Remus panted. "What's happened?"

Sirius sighed heavily and turned away, not able to look Remus in the eye, striding to a drawer nearby and pulling something from it. "I…" His voice faltered and he cleared his throat in a feeble attempt to strengthen it. "You have to put this on."

Remus stared at the hated piece of leather and metal that was the symbol of his status in the world. A status he had thought, just maybe, he might be free from now. "Why?"

"My…please Remus, just do it. Please." Remus nodded and Sirius came back toward him, buckling the heavy, uncomfortable collar around Remus' neck and clipping the leash he'd used only once before to it. Sirius took the other boy's face gently in his hands and kissed him softly. "I'm so sorry," he whispered in a tortured voice.

"For what? Sirius, what's going on?"

"You have to come with me. Please, Remus, just come with me…" He took his lover's hand and steered them toward the door. Remus, still confused, followed obediently, gently squeezing Sirius' hand in a reassuring way. Sirius, who was staring at the floor, felt worse than he'd ever felt in his life.

"Where are we going?" Remus whispered as the two walked quickly through the labyrinth of corridors. His eyes were trained to the floor as was expected, and Sirius pulled him by the leash, though their hands were still entwined.

"Just know that whatever happens, Remus, I never meant it to. I…I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry…" Sirius murmured back, finally stopping at a magnificently carved wooden door at the end of a rather bare hallway. He knocked softly on the door, dropping Remus' hand as he did so, and a voice bade them enter.

"Ah, I see you've brought it," Orion said as Sirius mutely stepped into the room. The walls were paneled in some expensive wood (Remus hazarded a guess at mahogany) and the room, while spacious, gave the distinct impression of cloying power. It was a man's room to be sure, and the man who inhabited it suited it well. "Bring it here."

Sirius pulled Remus gently forward, toward the father he hated with every fibre of his being right then. Orion grabbed Remus roughly, and forced him into a bending position over the back of an overstuffed leather armchair. Remus felt his throat constrict in fear…he'd been in this situation before and all of those times it had resulted in pain and humiliation for him. He longed to look toward Sirius, but didn't dare in the presence of his father.

Orion then pushed Remus' shirt up roughly; exposing his scarred back, and the lithe, fair-haired boy felt his cheeks crimson. "Look, Sirius, it's been punished before. Clearly it has yet to learn its lesson." Sirius grit his teeth and made no reply, not trusting himself to speak lest he say something to cause Remus even more pain. His father looked at him expectantly. "Well? Have at it."

Sirius took the thick folded leather belt from his father's grip, his heart thumping wildly in his chest as if in protest. He let the well-worn accessory slide over his palm, remembering his previous encounters with this item. None had been pleasurable to say the least. Gritting his teeth even harder, he raised his right hand into the air and brought it down hard on the pale, luminescent flesh, latticed with scars from previous abuse, his heart ripping in half with the unforgiving thwack of leather colliding with flesh.

Tears stung Remus' eyes and he stuffed a hand into his mouth to keep from crying out in pain as the welt his lover had left burned and throbbed maliciously. Sirius felt hollow and empty inside as he looked at the vicious red mark he had put upon the youth he had come to care for so much in such a short time. He had marred the perfection of his lover's body like countless others, defiled the very flesh he had pressed his mouth against in tender completion less than twelve hours ago.

Orion snatched the belt from Sirius' grip angrily. "You're still being too soft on it!" He adjusted the weapon in his own hands so that the heavy buckle, shining deceivingly in the light, rested on the fold of the leather. He raised his own arm and brought it down upon Remus with terrific force, making Sirius flinch with the brutality and making Remus' knees give out from the pain. He clutched the back of the chair desperately to stay upright, teeth sinking into his hand to avoid the temptation to scream. He wouldn't allow Sirius' father the pleasure.

Sirius stared at the deeply red angry mark that his father's blow had left. it made his own first attempt at the lashing look insignificant. A scrape next to a severed arm. Tears threatened to gather in his eyes but he blinked them back fervently. He wouldn't cry. He couldn't cry. Blacks never cried. His father pushed the belt back into his grasp, saying tersely: "Either you do it right or I do it. And I'll warn you now, I'm in no goddamn mood to whip this piece of shit."

Sirius forced his gaze to remain steady, glaring hard at his father, hoping the man saw every ounce of rage and guilt he had. Sirius looked briefly at Remus' exposed back, the gentle curving arcs of those scars that with his tongue he wanted to trace the path to nirvana. It was too hard. The angry deep purple of the mark his father had left clashed too horribly with his Remus. He looked away, over his lover's shoulder at a brass pot stand trailing well-tended ivy. His hand rose of it's own accord. Sirius' mind disengaged, his body merely performing the task, and as he retreated into himself, his arm, double with the force of his body, flew down.

The only sound was the leather digging ruthlessly into human flesh and the clock ticking in the background. Sirius barely could recall later, what had happened. All he remembered was a hazy blur of movement and that incessant clock, ticking out Remus' torture. Remus, however, remembered it all.

By the time Sirius' father had decided it was enough, he'd drawn blood on his hand from the effort of not screaming. His back was blisteringly hot and throbbing in time to his heartbeats, his spine aching from being in the same position too long. He rose straight, ignoring the twinges and sharp protestations of pain and fixed his eyes to the floor, not even having to think about it. "Well I hope you've both learned a valuable lesson, here. Don't let it slip up again Sirius, and I mean it. Next time I will not be as forgiving."

Sirius, numb, merely nodded, taking up the leash in his hand and leading a silent and timid Remus obediently. They were almost out of the room, when Remus, who had moved as far away from his Master as the tether allowed, felt a hand deliberately on his buttocks, squeezing hard. "Don't force me to fuck you around," Orion hissed, releasing Remus as Sirius tugged gently on the lead, not looking back.

Remus suppressed the shiver of violation until the door before he could hold back no more. He felt depressed, dirty and defeated. When they arrived in Sirius' sitting room, Remus stood, silent and obedient beside the dark haired boy. "Remus…Remus, please sit." Remus sat. "Oh Remus I never meant any of that to happen!" he blurted out almost before Remus had fully sat. Remus looked at the hands folded in his lap, not daring to look up. "Look at me…" Sirius pleaded, "say something."

"What would you like me to say?" Remus asked in a hollow tiny voice. "Thank you?"

"Oh God Remus, I never wanted to hurt you…" Remus looked finally into Sirius' eyes, really looked at him, and saw shame, guilt and sadness, almost to match his own, fighting for dominance with something Remus didn't quite understand. Those twin silver pools of heaven begged him, pleaded him, and Remus couldn't disobey them…ever. He'd broken that cardinal first rule and fallen in love now and he knew that as long as those eyes looked at him he'd do whatever their owner – his owner – asked of him.

"I…I don't know what to say Sirius," he whispered, and it was perfectly true. "I…I think…"

"I know what you're going to say," Sirius said depressively, "and I know I probably can't even beg you to change your mind. It's wrong and I know that, but…" he trailed off, too miserable to speak any more. He couldn't bear the thought of not being with Remus in every way. It was impossible.

Remus looked at him. "I think I love you and…and I don't think that's wrong." It was out before he could stop himself and he looked ashamedly at his hands. Oh Merlin, why had he said that?

"You…love me?" Sirius said softly.

Remus nodded nervously, still unable to meet Sirius' eyes, and the darker haired youth placed gentle fingers under his chin. "Remus, look at me." Remus looked up, cheeks pink and lower lip between his teeth in the way Sirius liked best. Sirius saw into himself in those gorgeous honeyed amber eyes. "Oh Remus!" he sighed in a decidedly Sirius fashion, throwing his arms around the smaller boy's neck and pulling him close. "I love you too, you great poof."

The fair-haired youth froze. Never, in his life had he heard those words. Not from the mother who couldn't afford him, or his father whom he'd never met. Not even from his siblings, who he only had vague memories of; there wasn't room for love when you were starving. And certainly not from the academy that'd bought him all those long years ago. "You…?" he whispered, trembling in a hardly audible voice, not daring to hug Sirius lest he disappear. He was afraid to say the words; afraid it might shatter this dream. "You love me?"

"Yes."

And then Remus was clinging to Sirius tighter even than Sirius pressed his face into the crook of Remus' neck. And he was real, and solid and warm and…there. Tears of gratitude and love and happiness spilled down Remus' cheeks, dripping on Sirius' shirt, though neither of them seemed to notice or care. "I'm so sorry Remus," Sirius whispered into his lover's flesh.

"Me too," Remus admitted. "But feeling sorry won't do anything except make you feel bad. I don't want to feel bad, Sirius. I want to feel happy…with you." He smiled shyly and Sirius nuzzled further into his warm neck.

"And just what would that entail? Being happy with me?" Their lips met, hot and melting together seamlessly. Remus moaned gently into the probing kiss, nipping at his lover's lower lips as they parted to gasp sweet oxygen.

"I haven't really thought that far ahead. But I think it might involve this…" His hand dragged across the front of Sirius' trousers, squeezing teasingly. "And definitely these," he added, licking Sirius' lips before kissing him with abandon. Sirius reached around the slighter, paler boy, pulling him closer, and Remus winced out of his reach. "Ah!" he gasped, breaking from Sirius' mouth. "Sorry…it's still tender."

"Don't be sorry!" Sirius said as sternly as his conscience would allow him. "Don't ever be sorry Remus. God, I can't believe you love me." He kissed him again out of sheer joy, gripping his lover's arse instead.

Sirius ground their erections together and Remus grunted and arched appreciatively into his Master's hands. "The feeling is mutual…" he gasped as Sirius' tongue slid out to taste his neck. "Mmm Merlin, I want you…unh, so bad."

"Fuck yeah baby…tell me you love me again," Sirius breathed into Remus' neck, grinding him harder against himself, light headed in his euphoria.

"I love you…ohh Sirius, yes…I fucking love you."

"Oh gods…" Sirius pulled away abruptly, reaching for Remus' hand without word and practically dragged him in his haste toward his bedroom. Their clothing fell away as hungry mouths battled for dominance and Sirius ran a delirious finger around his lover's asshole. He simply couldn't help himself, having to put his hands on those taut, round…perfect cheeks was possibly the best thing his father had ever done for him. After getting Remus and his own creation, of course…

"Mmm…I might not make it to the bed if you keep that up," Remus panted. Sirius chuckled and pulled away. Then he noticed Remus' collar, and frowned. "What?"

"You shouldn't wear this Remus," Sirius said softly, unbuckling the leather strip. He made to throw it aside like the boy's clothing, but paused. He looked up at Remus and brought the collar to his own neck. Remus felt his cock throb and it was almost as if the pain in his back only intensified his pleasure. After Sirius had fitted it around himself, his hands fell away and his eyes smiled at his lover's.

"You have no idea how arousing that is," Remus murmured. Sirius smiled wider.

"I think I might. I must say it's rather rubbing me the right way as well." He stepped back toward the bed. "So what do you want me to do?"

"D-do?" Remus stuttered awkwardly, still not really over the fact his Master was wearing his collar. It was just…un-heard of. Like…really.

"This is your show, luv. Tell me what you want me to do for you," his eyes glittered, "or to you."

Remus' shock was shoved aside by his desire, and he smiled in that sexy feral way that turned Sirius' crank so fucking well. "Get on the bed. Lie down and spread your legs like the good little bitch you know you are." Sirius immediately followed the command, spreading himself on the supple fabric. "Mmm, look at that delicious cock…" he purred. "And that gorgeous little ass… Hmm, but which one to choose first?" His hand palmed Sirius' cock, to the dark-haired youth's delight, and he pressed his lips to it. "I rather think I like the ass, personally," he breathed, his lips making Sirius arch into him, grunting.

His hands slid down the flawless perfection of chest and stomach possessively, down Sirius' pelvis and around his cock to cup his balls. "Ohh Christ, Remus…" Sirius moaned, unable to control himself any longer. Remus' hand became like a vice on the tender flesh and Sirius yelped.

"Shh…we don't want anyone to overhear us, do we?" Sirius shook his head. "Good boy." He released Sirius who bit back a moan on his tongue. The rush of blood to his balls was making his heart pound. Remus slid the tip of his dripping cock against Sirius' asshole, to the darker boy's great pleasure, whispering hoarsely, "You are going to be so fucking tight when I fuck you…" He pulled away and slid his fore and middle fingers on his right hand against Sirius' lips.

Sirius sucked them in hungrily, sliding his tongue between them erotically and pressing them to the ridges on the roof of his mouth. Remus finger-fucked his lover's mouth for several moments, then pulled his slick fingers from the wet warmth, and hurriedly pressed them to Sirius' backside. It was sticky and slippery with pre-come and he shoved his fingers in without pretence, scissoring them, stretching the groaning youth that lay before him. "Oh yeah…" Sirius breathed as those magnificent fingers curled to caress his g-spot. Remus smirked and pulled the digits from his lover's tight hole, making Sirius whimper pitifully.

"Relax, and this doesn't have to hurt one bit," Remus murmured lustily, his voice thick with the control he exercised over himself. Sirius grunted erotically and Remus pushed the several inches of hot hard cock into his arse; Sirius' eyes rolled backward in their sockets as the tip of that thick, pulsing member grazed over his prostate.

"Christ and fucking Merlin," the dark haired boy panted as his lover withdrew slowly, teasingly, before thrusting back in harder, forcing half of his length into the clinging heat of the other youth's asshole. "Ohh! Fuck…" Sirius was panting with the effort of not screaming out his pleasure. It took all of the strength he possessed, as Remus pulled out languidly and then thrust himself in again to the hilt, groaning.

"You're so tight," Remus whispered, bending to press his lips into the hollow of Sirius' collarbone. Sirius moaned softly and wrapped his legs around his lover's middle, pressing the thick shaft of engorged flesh deeper into himself. "So fucking tight."

"Ohh Remus…fuck me baby…fuck me hard… I need you…please," Sirius babbled, running his hands through the uneven tufts of Remus' hair. "Please," he whimpered again. "Fuck…please…"

Remus slid his length out excruciatingly slow, the tip of his prick raking across Sirius' prostate and forcing a guttural moan from the charcoal haired youth's larynx. "Say it again," he panted, levering himself away from his lover and lifting one of his legs for better access to the deliciously heated passage. "I want to hear you say you want me to fuck you."

"Fuck me!" Sirius cried, arching as Remus rammed almost brutally back into him. "Oh fuck yes! Again…fuck me again… Harder." Remus slid out faster this time and plunged back in greedily as Sirius arched almost completely off the mattress with his pleasure. "Yes! Yesss…."

"You like it hard you magnificent little whore?" Remus ground out through clenched teeth.

"Unh! Yeah baby… Fuck me!"

Remus set a dizzying pace, pounding in and out of Sirius' ass with abandon, focused entirely on the tight heat that gripped his cock and the moaning youth beneath him. He could feel his orgasm approaching with the speed of a freight train and just as out of control. He pistoned in and out of Sirius madly, sporadically, and with an almost animalistic howl, his seed burst forth, hot and sweet and salty, into the depths of the other youth's arse.

His body was limp with satisfaction as he collapsed on top of his Master, panting hard and unable to repress his lazy grin of contentment. Sirius stroked his sweaty hair from his forehead and their mouths met again, leisurely in their exploration of the familiar contours of one another's mouths. After a few minutes, Remus came fully back into coherent thought, and could still feel Sirius' neglected hard on pressing into his belly.

"That," he drawled, eyes still half-lidded from his ecstasy, "was superb. You are by far the best fuck I've ever had." Sirius felt his cock twitch at his lover's words, wincing only slightly as the youth pulled out of him.

"Really?" he breathed, still rock hard and horny.

Remus slid up his body and the delicious friction of skin on skin had Sirius groaning his need. "Really," Remus affirmed. "But just to make sure…I think you ought to get on your hands and knees," he pulled away from his lover and stretched out on his back, "and suck my cock."

Sirius' mouth was suddenly full of saliva and he swallowed, looking at the half hard, rather impressive length of the fair-haired boy's cock, his come congealing in the cooler air and pleasure sparked from cock to prostate and back. A sneaky little grin was playing upon Remus' lips, and Sirius moaned gently as he moved over his lover, tongue bridging the gap between their bodies and tasting Remus' prick with one long, heated swipe. "Oh Christ," he gasped as Remus let out an appreciative rumble of approval. "Mmm," he moaned, taking as much of the length into his mouth as could and sucking hungrily. "You taste so fucking good Remus…"

Remus merely grunted in reply, gripping tufts of dark hair as Sirius continued to suckle him, his cock rising to attention beneath the ministrations. He could well imagine how badly his lover needed release himself, and it was with a sadistic relish that he denied him, pressing that hot erotic mouth down to take more of his cock. "Oh fuck yes," he groaned as Sirius deep throated him like a pro. "Mmm, God that feels so good…" He was panting now, and his vision was growing hazy, but he knew that he must not let himself get caught up in the sensations and come too early. That would be bad, not to mention completely ruinous to his plans.

When he could hold back no more, he pushed Sirius off of himself, wanting nothing more than to fuck that perfectly aristocratic mouth to completion, but then that would only be pleasurable for him, and Remus was never selfish. "You are such a good little cock whore," Remus purred, now straddling a perfectly desperate Sirius, whose purple erection throbbed and ached delectably with every beat of his frantic heart, and who could only groan in response. "Mmm…I think I might be inclined to let you come now… Do you want to come baby?"

"Yes!" Sirius cried in a hoarse, vaguely hysterical voice. "Fuck yes, Remus…"

"Good," Remus replied, levering himself away from his lover to observe him. "Do you want me to ride that simply delicious-looking cock of yours?" Sirius was on the brink of incoherency, but managed to groan out a "Yes!" in response. "What was that?" Remus murmured as he lowered his hips enough for Sirius' dripping head to caress the heady pucker of his asshole.

"Yes!" Sirius cried louder, hands gripping Remus hips already, wanting nothing more than to thrust into the clinging heat he knew lay just beyond the slighter boy's entrance.

"Say it again," Remus demanded. "I want to hear you say it."

"Fuck, Remus… Ride me! Please, merciful Jesus, ride my cock! YES!" he verily screamed as Remus spread his arse cheeks and pressed himself down onto the darker haired youth's erection.

Sirius arched right off the mattress as his cock was buried to the hilt in Remus' ass, moaning uncontrollably as new and beautiful sensations burst throughout his body. Sure, the two had had their fair share of romps, but this was the first time Sirius had ever probed the depths of Remus' backside, and now that he'd had the chance to try it, he knew it certainly wouldn't be the last. Remus himself was twisting and uncoiling in his pleasure, groaning deeply as he shifted and felt Sirius' prick grind against his prostate.

His hips lifted of their own accord, and he sunk himself back down, the angle of his descent setting his skin aflame and his blood rushing through him noisily. Sirius helped him to rise even higher as he lifted his hips again, and with those hands that had wrought such horror and damage on Remus another lifetime ago, forced the boy back down onto his length, forcing a deep moan from both of them.

"Yes, take it," Sirius murmured, hardly aware of his lips forming the words. "Take my cock baby…yeah…" He hissed his pleasure as he brought Remus back down forcefully over his cock. Their eyes met and the passion between the two burned hotter and brighter than ever as their pace quickened, both moving with the other in perfect harmony, weaving their way to ecstasy and the stars.

Remus' rock hard cock bobbed temptingly with every thrust upward into him and Sirius reached out a hand to fist it, wanting nothing more than to hear the youth he'd come to love screaming in ecstasy above him. "Unh!" Remus grunted at the combined pleasure of Sirius' hand and cock stroking him. "Ohh…" he gasped, shuddering as the first waves of ecstasy began to crest inside of him. "Ohh!! OH! Ah! Ahh! YES!" His seed exploded from the tip of his cock, decorating a large portion of Sirius' chest and splattering into his gaping, panting mouth.

Sirius moaned so loudly he felt sure his vocal chords would tear as he thrust upwards into Remus one last ecstatic time, pushing past the clenching entrance to bliss, and felt the delicious waves of pleasure, hot and ferocious, devouring him as he milked his cock for all he was worth, gripping Remus' hips and bucking at whim. He opened his eyes, finding the gentle glare of candle light too much to handle, and simply closed them, feeling Remus panting heavily atop him, pressing them both down into the sumptuous bedclothes.

"That was in-fucking-credible," Sirius finally managed to mutter some indefinite amount of time later. He reached out to put his arms around his lover, but paused when Remus flinched.

"Sorry," he said, sliding off Sirius. "It still stings though."

"I'm so sorry, Remus, I-" Sirius began, but the fair-haired youth put a finger to his lips.

"Hush. No more apologies, Sirius. Besides…it was almost worth it just for that…" he watched the smirk blossom on his lover's face and smiled himself.

"Guess I'll just have to be content to hold other things then, won't I?" Sirius purred, reaching out to fondle Remus' cock.

"You're insatiable."

"And you love me."

Remus grinned fully, and it was like the sun came out from behind a cloud in Sirius' heart. "I do," he replied softly.

"Good…because I love you more. Now I think a nap and another good shag is in order. Unless you'd rather shag and then sleep?"

"Can we do both? I mean…sex, sleep and then more sex?"

"Absolutely!"

The two were too caught up in one another and the perks of young, blushing love, to hear the creaking floorboard outside in the hallway that signaled someone had been listening raptly to them and then slipped away unnoticed. Neither did they know that the days of their joy were numbered, or that one man would do anything at all to tear the two young lovers apart.

No son of Orion Black was openly gay and certainly no son of his would ever get the chance to fall in love with a piece of property. Not on his watch.

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Author's Note: LMAO, I know this is probably Too Much Information for some of you, but I just HAD to tell someone. I got my first hickey the other day! Aha, I didn't even realize until I woke up the next morning, but it's definitely there and it felt effing great when it was being put there. Hee hee, I know I'm weird, but…c'mon! It's a big occasion! LMAO. I'm going to shut up now and try to think of ways to explain it to my mom. XD 'Everything, everything's magic!' Cheers!