Remus shifted uncomfortably, watching as Severus picked through their closet for a suit to wear.
He pressed himself up against his bare back, peppering kisses down the side of his neck and shoulder.
"Remus," Severus drawled, "We'll never get going if you keep touching me like that."
Remus gripped his hips, moving around to face him.
"Well maybe we don't need to go anywhere."
Severus rolled his eyes.
"I need to get dressed."
Remus caught his lips in a scorching kiss, desperate and impassioned.
"I quite like what you're wearing."
Severus clung to Remus' neck.
"What is with you?"
The werewolf brought Severus as close to him as humanly possible.
"Harry says that we will fight in two days' time."
Severus caressed his back soothingly.
"We are prepared for this war, Remmy. We will be okay."
Remus leaned back to kiss him again.
Severus pulled away from him.
"We'll be fine," Severus assured him seriously.
Remus sighed.
"How are you so sure?"
Severus shrugged.
"I'm not, but I don't have much to lose if I am wrong. I'll just die."
Remus whimpered, clutching Severus closer to him.
"No. I can't lose you."
Severus felt Remus' hands travel along the slope of his arse.
"You'll have to find someone else to fuck if I die. I apologize for the inconvenience."
Remus pulled away from him quickly as if wounded.
"How dare you?"
"How dare I, what?"
Remus snarled, pushing Severus away from the wardrobe and onto the bed.
"How dare you act as if I do not care for you? As though you are nothing more to me than a fuck toy."
Severus closed his eyes.
"When I die, you will replace me with something better."
Remus tackled him, pinning him against the mattress.
"No, I will not. You are my mate. There is no better."
Remus leaned down, pressing their foreheads together.
"Don't you get it? When you die, I will shortly follow. You're it for me, Sev. You are my forever."
Severus rose up as much as he could manage and buried his face in Remus' neck.
"You're it for me too, you know. I just didn't think you could possible want me to stick around for long."
Remus rested his weight on Severus, letting his warmth cloak him.
"I want you to stick around for always, Severus."
Severus nodded, lifting his legs to wrap them around his mate's waist.
"Make love to me."
Remus' eyes went wide.
"I've never done that with you before. We haven't gotten that far."
"I am aware."
"Are you certain?"
In answer, the lean man lifted his hips.
"Always."
-break-
Harry brushed a stray blonde hair from Draco's eye.
"You're so beautiful, dragon."
Draco leaned up for a kiss, which was quickly granted.
Harry made to pull out, but Draco's hand on his arm stilled him.
"Just stay for a bit, huh?"
Harry studied him at first, but then nodded complacently, moving back up to lay down. He rolled them over, enjoying Draco's weight on his chest.
"Of course."
Draco played with the hair at the nape of Harry's neck, letting the patterns Harry was tracing onto his lower back relax him.
Harry pulled him up towards him, slipping halfway out of his entrance.
"I love you," he whispered into Draco's hair.
Draco spread his legs a little more, feeling Harry reawaken inside him as his shifted.
Harry lifted Draco up, letting his fingers drift to rub around his dripping hole.
Draco kissed his neck, sitting up to swat Harry's wandering fingers away and position himself.
Harry smirked, leaning back indulgently.
"Are you going to ride me, Draco Malfoy?"
Draco didn't dignify his question with a response, instead choosing to lower himself fast and hard.
"Dray!"
Draco rose and dropped, again and again and again.
He braced himself on Harry's chest, slowing without wanting to.
"Harry-"
His dominant flipped them, slamming back into him the moment he hit the mattress.
"Harry!"
Harry pounded into him without restraint, feeling Draco stiffen before pulsing around him.
Harry moaned his release, enjoying the way Draco clenched around him.
"Merlin, Dray. You're perfect."
Dray wrapped his arms tightly around Harry's torso, clinging to him like a limpet.
"Draco?"
The smaller male just clung tighter, and Harry stilled until he felt wetness against his neck.
Harry hurriedly sat on the bed, adjusting them so that Draco was sitting astride his lap.
"Hush," Harry soothed, rocking him back and forth, "Shh, baby. Hey, it's going to be okay. It's going to be alright, yeah? We're going to be just fine."
Draco shivered, and he moved closer to his warmth.
"What can I do, dragon? Can I make it better?"
Draco sobbed into the crook of his neck.
"Don't die. Don't leave me, Harry. You can't die."
Harry held him as tight as he possibly could without hurting him, and kissed his forehead.
"I'm not going to die, baby. I'm going to be just fine. WE are going to be just fine."
Draco stayed tucked into his arms as he wept.
"You gotta be okay. Just be okay, Harry."
Harry nodded.
"Okay. I'll be okay."
And they stayed like that until Draco fell asleep, and Harry layed back with him.
"We'll be okay, my love," he whispered.
"Nox."