Disclaimer:This is a work offiction, a series of images from my owntwisted mind, a story that JK would probably flinch indisgustat if she were ever to set eyes on it.I am sick, something I know, and something I embrace. These characters do not belong to me but I will take full responsibility for thegrotesque thoughts and plotsthat ensue. I apologize in advance for the people I know I will offend.

This isSLASH, tender at times but mostly filled with angst. But do not be mistaken every moment, tender, passionate or angsty, sweaty and heated in filled with irrevocable and inconceivablelove.

The Last Marauder
Chapter Seven

MAJORLY EDITED

Of Birthday Parties and Sensual Fights

"Happy birthday dear Harry, happy birthday to you," the child's parents who sat on either side of him blew out the candles floating inches above the cake and Harry laughed gleefully, clapping his hands together. It was a warm summer day, bright and shiny and happy, going well with the joyous occasion, as it was none other than Harry Potter's first birthday.

Remus sat awkwardly between Peter and Sirius who was all too into the muggle birthday song that Lily had insisted on. "Happy birthday baby," she whispered kissing her son on the head.

Though their moods were all jubilant Remus sat, feeling like an outsider in the home of Lily and James Potter. They had long since stopped informing him on anything involving the Order, and Sirius had long since stopped talking to him completely. He was still the spy to them, the traitor of the pack. He wondered when they would stop accepting them into their home completely.

"Present time!" Lily exclaimed when they had all finished their homemade cake.

Sirius immediately jumped up, "He is going to love mine!"

Lily laughed as Sirius stole the baby from his high chair and brought him into the living room, Wormtail and Prongs following close behind. Remus helped Lily clean up as they heard James exclaiming happily and Harry squealing in delight.

"Thank you Remus," Lily said as he finished wiping down the kitchen table. She lay a hand softly on his shoulder, "You know that James and I don't believe a word of it right?"

The werewolf looked to his friend with hopeful eyes, "You don't?"

She shook her head, "No, of course we don't. It's just that we've been going through some things lately that we haven't really been able to share with anyone. I really hope that you can understand this Remus."

He nodded solemnly, so it wasn't only he that was being kept in the dark? "I only wish Sirius would come to his senses about this all as well," he muttered.

"Remus, I know you think I don't know… but I do. Don't worry, James has no idea, but I've known since graduation," she was rambling on so Remus took her hands.

"What is it Lily?"

Her emerald eyes pressed deep into his, "I know that Sirius loves you, I can tell. He hasn't lost his hope in you, but rather everyone else."

Remus swallowed loudly, "You know about Sirius and I?"

She nodded, "Yes Remus I have known for a long time. I saw how happy you two were, and I'd know the look of love from anywhere. It's something that you can never let go of. Sirius is having trouble with this war. It's warping his thoughts as I am sure you can see. His love for you and his devotion to his friends is the only thing keeping him sane at the moment. Don't let him go Remus, he is someone you can trust, and that is saying something in these times."

Remus nodded, tears in his eyes, "Only it seems that he trusts Peter more than I these days."

She shook her head, "Don't believe a word of it Remus, he has more trust in you than you know, maybe even more than he knows."

"Lily you've got to see this! He's a natural, he's gonna be famous when he's older!" James' laughing voice sounded from the living room and Lily released Remus' hands, leading the way to the living room where Harry was zipping around on a small toy broom, giggling and laughing, "Mumma look! Mumma look!"

"I see Harry sweet heart, be careful," she laughed, wrapping her arms around her husband.

Remus joined in with the laughter looking to Sirius who sat on the couch opposite to him. An expression that Remus hadn't seen in a very long time was set firm upon his face, and when he caught his lover's eye, for the first time in months he smiled. "Isn't my godson great Remmy?"

Remus nodded, "The best Padfoot."

(time lapse cuz stupid line duz not work la la la)

"Damn Rem, what in the hell was that?" Sirius asked, trying with all his might to catch his breath. He lay flat on his stomach, stark naked and glistening with sweat from head to toe. Still quivering in pleasure, and aching all over, hand prints bruised into his hips.

Moony on the other hand was kneeling from where he had previously been pleasuring his lover from behind, something that he had never done until that night when they had come home and Remus was particularly mad about the loss of words and the blank, neutral face that Sirius seemed to have when Remus had told him that he loved him.

It had started in the kitchen, where Remus had thrown him over the table, standing behind him, biting his neck with Sirius writhed beneath him. "It's my turn Padfoot, you understand?" he growled and Sirius nodded vigorously.

It moved up the stairs slowly, stopping every couple of steps to remove another article of clothing, before finally ending up in the bedroom where Remus threw Sirius to the bed, before getting behind him, grabbing his hair and pulling his back, flush, against Remus' chest.

He shagged him there, no love was involved, it was cold and hard and the best thing Remus had ever felt, he loved having control over Sirius' pleasure, loved knowing that it was up to him whether he would get release or not, and Remus had come very close to denying him of even that.

In the end though his senses came rushing back and he slowed down enough to planted light kissed down Sirius' spine as together they convulsed in pure pleasure, and Sirius was left whispering, "I love you Remus, I love you so much," over and over again.

Finally Remus unwrapped his arms from around the dog's waist and allowed the man to slump from his weak knees to his stomach on the soft bed, breathing in shaky breaths, his eyes twitching.

It was all Remus wanted was to hear those three words that he missed so much. And then there he was once more, crying deeply, kneeling behind the man whom he loved so much it hurt.

After a few moments passed Sirius flipped over to gaze at him, "Remus," he said softly, taking his lover's hands and pulling him down onto his chest, and engulfing him in a warm, passionate embrace. "Sh, stop crying. I love you, I promised you remember? I won't break my promise, ever. I love you Remmy, so much."

"You love me, but you don't trust me," he replied in a hushed voice.

Sirius shook his head squeezing the man closer to himself, as if he was trying to swallow him whole. "Remus, I trust you more than most. It is me that I do not trust. Myself."

"Why would you not trust yourself?"

"My family is made up of many bad people Remus… and I fear that I may fall into their madness yet," he was shivering, but not from the cold.

"Don't say that Sirius, you are a good, kind man. You would never betray your friends or the Order. You have too much love inside of you to ever do such a thing. Sirius you must trust yourself, for I fear a time is coming upon us that we will have no one to trust but ourselves. Please don't let Voldemort and his weakling army intimidate you."

"It's making me go insane Moony," he was silenced with a kiss.

"Whatever it is that's driving to this mental state, you need to put a stop to it before it's too late and you really do switch sides. Now shut up and go to sleep."

Gray eyes met brown ones and Sirius nodded, "Thank you Remus," and then they slept.

In the early morning while Moony still slept soundly in his bed, dreaming of his friend's one year old son flying around on a real broomstick, Sirius Black got up and sent urgent letters to none other than Peter Pettigrew, and the Potters for a meeting of utter importance, and not an hour later he was in their kitchen with the Lily and James, awaiting the arrival of Peter.

"Sirius, this is bloody mental!" James exclaimed

He shook his head forcefully, "No James, I am quite afraid that it is not. It is only what is completely necessary to keep you two and Harry safe from the clutches of pure malevolence that is just lurking around every corner just waiting for me to slip up. I can't stand it, I'm sorry that I've failed you so, but it is what's driving me mad," he slumped into one of their kitchen table chairs and put his head in his hands.

Lily lay a warm hand on him, trying to comfort the lost marauder. That's how Peter found them when he was there with a loud poof, "What's going on?" he asked in a stutter. He had been acting more strange that was usual for the rat, but unfortunately all of them had just summed it up to the same fear that was evident in every member of the Order.

Sirius looked to James and Lily in turn, and they both nodded softly, "Peter I'm sorry to hand you this burden but it is something that is much needed and will be much appreciated…" over the course of the next hour Sirius proceeded to make the biggest mistake he had even made, one that he would regret every moment until the day he died, as it was one of the last thoughts that passed through his mind as he fell through that mysterious curtain… though of course that was yet to come.

By the end of it Sirius had no memory of the prophecy, he was blissfully ignorant while Peter now bore the torch that would ultimately become his friends' undoing.

By this time Remus had also woken up, exhaling loudly when he spotted the empty spot next to him on the mattress. It wasn't even warm. "Good morning to me," he mumbled, throwing his arm over his face. The rough loving he had given the night before had gone unnoticed by his lover.

"You're still in bed?" Sirius' voice came from the doorway, breaking his forlorn thoughts.

Moony sat up straight, looking the man in the eye, a smile slowly forming, "Yeah… last night tired me out pretty bad."

Sirius laughed and stood at the foot of the bed, Remus knelt in front of him, wrapping his arms around his neck. "I think I'm the one that should be tired, and I'll have you know I have bruises in places I don't think there should be bruises," he whispered, leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss to Remus' lips. "Thanks for your advice."

Remus shook his head, "It was all you Pad, you can't thank me for fixing something that I know nothing about."

"I know, and I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you… and I'm even more sorry that I still can't even now because I kind of got it… erased… from my mind," he stumbled over his words trying to recall what it was that he had been so desperate to forget only minutes before.

Remus shook his head once more, resting his forehead against his lover's, and brushing the man's long, dark hair from his face he kissed him soundly. "I don't care, as long as I can have my best friend back."

Sirius nodded pulling him in closer and kissing back, "I love you Remus."

"And I love you... oh and by the way... Lily know about us."

This statement caused him to be pinned firmly to the bed.

The two spent again half an hour making up before they got ready for work.

They spent the next two and a half months in that state of pure bliss.

One day they were preparing to get ready to do a job that the Order had asked Sirius to do the day before, telling him to pick someone that he trusted to help him out with it, and Remus, who had not gone on any missions in weeks, was excited to go along with him, even if was just to check out the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts school, as Dumbledore was slightly worried about his judgment on that year's pick.

The air was brisk as they stepped outside, it being mid-October, they feared that snow would soon fall over London, and could only pray that they would have a few more months without the cold winds and sleet.

Though of course, being mid-October, the fates were coming fast upon the last Marauder, unbeknownst to him and the rest of his friends. His days of bliss were coming to a close and he would soon be stuck in an endless world of horror and pain. In a only a couple of short weeks he would be completely, and utterly loveless.

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So There you have it guys! And I feel that a DUN DUN DUUUUUN is sufficient here? Yeah? Okay… DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNN!

ANYWHO: next chapter might be mostly in Sirius' point of view… any qualms to this? None? Okay, UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES!