Will he agree? Come on...there'd be no story if he didn't.
BTW: Did I mention? Only a little plot, set over a week. Lots of sex coming up. Enjoy
Chapter two
Remus apparated from Sirius' house to his parents'. He was still moving his belongings from his childhood home to his own; a small 'shack' in the middle of nowhere. It was small, a little rundown but it was his. He had no neighbours. It had to be private to accommodate his transformations each full moon: they were painful and he could be very loud. Sirius, James and Peter, his best friends since school, used to transform as well (they had learnt to be Animagus) but lately, he'd been on his own, James and Sirius distracted by their girlfriends, and Peter strangely busy. Without them, Remus was more restless and caused some damage, which was why he'd bought the already ramshackle house.
His parents were both still at work, Remus slightly relieved that, in his current mood, he didn't have to hear his overprotective mother's objections to him leaving.
'You're only nineteen, Remus,' she kept saying. 'You don't need to leave home so quickly.'
'Quickly?' he thought, shaking his head.
All of his friends had moved out of home almost as soon as they'd left school. He stayed mainly because of his parent's concern for him. He knew they were worried about him and how he'd cope with his condition on his own, but he didn't need to listen to their fears right now. He was having enough trouble trying to get over some of his own.
Sirius' request had been unexpected to say the least. He knew his friend had a very active and adventurous sex life, but hadn't realised he'd involved third parties occasionally. He couldn't believe he'd managed to talk James into joining him. James could be a lot of fun and wasn't as shy as Remus, but still not as outgoing or open minded as Sirius. Remus shook his head. He was astounded that he'd asked him to join in now - he can't have seriously expected him to say yes. Remus sighed and threw a drawer full of clothes into a box without folding or stacking neatly. It wasn't so much that he objected to the concept - he and his friends had often talked about a threesome as something they were curious about - but with his natural reserve, and the problems he'd experienced with Cathy, he was reluctant to say yes. And then, of course, there was the bigger problem that was Sam.
Samantha Galliani and Sirius had been dating for around six weeks, and at first, Sirius had kept her to himself, just bragging to Remus and James about the amazing woman he'd met who was so fiery and sexy and with whom he had the most uninhibited sex.
'She'll do anything,' he confided, grinning like a Cheshire cat. 'And she loves sex. She goes off like a firecracker.'
James and Remus had teased Sirius for a couple of weeks, finally their taunts that he was making this woman up got to him and he asked them all around for drinks at his place to meet her. Remus had been expecting to see Sirius' usual type of woman - blonde, tall, thin, pretty in a clichéd way and as thick as a troll. Sirius' girls were usually fairly obvious with short skirts and low cut tops, make up slathered on and tottered around in high heels, simpering over every male in sight.
Remus sighed and sat heavily on his bed, rubbing his hands over his eyes. It had been a shock when the woman who'd answered his knock on the door had introduced herself as Samantha - 'but call me Sam'. Even more of a shock was the jolt of electricity that had shot through his body when she shook his hand, leaving him hot and breathless. He watched her move easily around the room, talking to Sirius' friends, still trying to shake off the tingling sensation when James sidled up to him.
'Not Pads' usual type, is she?' he smirked and Remus shook his head.
'No, she's not,' he agreed, he and James both staring at her as she spoke to a dazed looking Peter.
She was beautiful, no surprise there, but not in an obvious kind of way. She was brunette, her wavy, shoulder length hair almost black. She had startling blue-green eyes and Remus had seen faint freckles spread across her straight nose. When she smiled, he'd noticed a slightly crooked eye tooth that somehow didn't spoil perfection, but added charm to an already winning smile.
'She's got a great rack,' James muttered, and Remus had an irrational urge to hit him.
He mumbled an incoherent reply, and took a drink.
James was right though: there was a lot to be admired about Sam's figure. She wasn't as thin as Sirius usually liked, but curvy - a definite waist, gently curved hips and a chest that did deserve admiring. Neither was she tall, her bare feet height at least a few inches shorter than Remus; or apparently dumb, as he and James overheard her telling Lily she was studying to be a healer. She did have a certain sensuality, but it wasn't staged; played up with skimpy clothes and make up. It was something in her smile, the way she held herself. It was a subtle sexuality, but it was there and it aroused Remus in a way he'd never felt before.
Somehow, he managed to get through almost the entire night without saying more than three words to her, his body still sparking whenever he looked at her even as his tongue tied itself into knots. By the time they'd finished their take away, Sirius was looking at him strangely, confused by his silence and apparent aloofness.
'Moony, help me with these plates,' he said, almost dragging Remus into the kitchen. 'Don't you like her?' he asked with a frown.
Remus washed a plate off, trying not to look at his friend. 'She seems really nice, Pads,' he said, grabbing another dish and holding it under the running water. 'She was a surprise, I guess. She's not the usual type of girl you go out with.'
Sirius nodded and said, 'No, she's not but I'm having a lot of fun with her. You're really quiet….'
'Full moon coming up,' he muttered, for the first time grateful for that excuse.
Sirius seemed to accept his reasons and changed the topic.
As he spent more time around Sam over the next couple of weeks, he relaxed enough to join in the conversation, but after a few minutes near her, he walked away shaking with need, knowing he couldn't be around her any longer than necessary to be polite. It was just too damn hard to be close to her and keep hold of his restraint. He wanted to touch her; to kiss her so badly he ached and he knew he would betray his friend if Sam showed the slightest interest in him. He was weak around her - finally understanding how lust could completely control a man.
It was only in the last couple of weeks that he and Sam had spent any significant time together. The last time was a few days ago when Remus called around to meet Sirius for dinner and found Sam there, also waiting for Sirius. They'd been a bit stilted around each other at first, Remus ensuring he sat as far away from her as possible. Sam picked up on his standoffishness but tried to make conversation. Remus gradually relaxed as they talked about an assistant job Remus had applied for in the Ministry, and Sam's healer studies.
Sirius eventually turned up and admitted to Remus that he'd set he and Sam up, trying to get them to spend more time together and get along better. As long as he wasn't close to Sam, Remus could get away with talking, but when she leaned over his shoulder to take his plate, her breast brushing against his shoulder, it was all he could do not to grab her. He'd stood up abruptly and made his excuses, feeling his body hardening from the light touch.
Remus now stood up and folded down the top of the boxes, shrinking them and putting them in his pocket. Why had Sam told Sirius she'd only do it if Remus was involved? Sirius said he thought she was attracted to him - God, could that be possible? The worst part of this was that he really wanted to do it. The thought of being with Sam, kissing her, touching her, being inside her made him so hard he was in pain. But she wasn't his to be with, not like that. And he knew that if he got so much as a little taste, he'd never want to let her go. No matter what the definition of their relationship, she was with Sirius. And until that changed, there was no way he could touch her.