Unleashed
Chatper Title: Take Me To The Riot

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Kenneth pulled his cloak on quickly, handing Remus his and stowing his wand away, back through the loop of his trousers. It didn't help the cold much, but as Remus walked ahead and Kenneth was forced to follow if he wanted to hear anything at all, it helped against the gloom and doom of the dark that seemingly swallowed them.

'Why do we need to go so soon?' he finally asked. 'You promised me weeks, months!'

'I know what I promised you,' Remus murmured, glancing around him like the meeting with Scrimgeour at the door had unnerved his calm, collective self. 'We have to leave soon; Dumbledore's orders.'

'He can stuff it,' Kenneth said foully, crossing his arms. He could see his breath before him as he breathed, white and pristine.

'Why don't you want to go?' asked Remus, jumping straight to the point that Kenneth hadn't really wanted to discuss much if possible.

'Because!' Kenneth said, throwing his hands up. 'I don't want to go to a place that you've only been to and introduced me even though I've never been there! You hardly tell me what it's like.' He hung his head. 'I don't want to meet other werewolves and discover that the bad reputation we've earned – not through what's natural but the other things! – is because of what goes on in this place. Is it stupid to want these werewolves to be exactly like you and me?' Kenneth asked. 'Because that's what I want! And I know I'm not going to get it.'

' ... Are you scared?'

Kenneth sighed and rolled his head to the side, turning around in a circle before planting his feet again. 'I -' he huffed. 'I ... yes, all right! Yes, I am scared. Merlin, sometimes I wish you didn't know me as well as you do. I'm scared of what might happen there. And because of the fact you promised me months! But now, suddenly,' he waved his hands in a demonstration of sudden movements. 'Suddenly, we have to hurry off. On Dumbledore's orders, too! Doesn't that make you think that things aren't going quite as he planned them at all?' Remus was standing still, just watching him speak as opposed to the way that Kenneth jumped around the area before him, waving his arms like an insane person. 'Don't tell me it doesn't worry you!'

Remus pursed his lips, the ultimate picture of calm. 'A little bit. It doesn't mean things are going to go wrong, Kenneth,' he said fairly, 'it just means that things are moving faster than anticipated. I don't think he plans much as he goes along to be honest.'

'Merlin,' Kenneth said, 'don't give me that! Dumbledore is playing fucking god! He's got everyone sitting in the palm of his hand. Boy Wonder in there would jump of a bloody bridge if that man told him to. He wouldn't even think twice because he'd already be jumping the second Dumbledore said the words! He's manipulative! He doesn't listen to other people when they have something really quite important to say.'

'Just because he didn't listen to you, doesn't mean he won't listen to other people, Kenneth.'

'He should listen! It was important; Inez knew more than she should have!' Kenneth drew a breath. 'Did he even say why we needed to go there right this instant?'

'It's not right away,' said Remus softly. 'He's given us Christmas.' Kenneth thought Remus looked as though he was trying to choke the words out. He highly doubted that Remus would mean the next words that fluttered out of his pretty little lips. 'We can spend Christmas together.'

Kenneth narrowed his eyes. He knew Remus didn't want it like this. He wanted to spend Christmas with Sirius, probably sipping brandy in front of a warm blazing fire. But instead he got Kenneth, who was young and foolish and wanted him so much it was almost unreasonable. Kenneth was always second, always came second to Remus.

He thought for a bit. Considered his options carefully, what he could say needed to be well chosen. A question would help Remus. Remus loved to answer questions. He wanted to trapeze away from the disastrous root that this conversation would lead down and return so they could at least try and enjoy the Christmas they had been given.

'Do you want to spend Christmas with me?' he asked poignantly, looking at Remus through his lashes.

The older werewolf then did something that surprised Kenneth more than his outburst about Dumbledore. Remus stepped forward, completely unprompted by Kenneth who by this stage was feeling so ridiculous he wasn't quite sure what to feel, and wrapped his arms tightly around the younger werewolf, holding him very closely and kissing his neck. Kenneth all but collapsed into Remus's arms.

'I don't want,' he muttered, finding it hard to get the words out. All this built up pain and frustration he didn't even know he possessed was slowly leaking out. 'I don't want,' Kenneth managed it this time, 'I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do just for me. Please don't,' he added, clinging tightly to Remus's cloak.

'Are you feeling better?' whispered Remus, his lips moving softly against Kenneth's skin.

'I, uh, I suppose,' Kenneth stuttered lamely.

'Breathe,' Remus assured him, 'and just let it out. It happens sometimes.' He was speaking from experience; Kenneth understood that tone of his voice. 'You think you're in control of everything but then you aren't and in a split second you've said something you didn't even realise you thought.'

'Has it happened to you before?' asked Kenneth. 'Because it sucks and it makes me feel like an idiot.' It had been a typical werewolf like outburst, only on a smaller stage than Kenneth's previous ones.

'Sometimes,' Remus murmured. 'If I don't want to think about it, I just leave it and somehow it goes away but it always comes back when the wolf comes out.'

He wants to think about Sirius dying, Kenneth thought and he blinked.

'What did I do to prompt that?' Remus said. 'I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you do that.'

'My fault,' said Kenneth, unaware that he's barely even speaking audibly. 'It should have been a completely normal conversation. It should have been like: "We're going to spend some time with our kind." "Yes, darling, that's splendid." It should have been like that.'

'There's Kenneth,' Remus said stroking his hair fondly. 'There's my Kenneth. That's better,' he murmured. 'You scared me. I didn't know how far you'd go.'

'I'm sorry,' Kenneth said dejectedly.

'It's fine,' Remus assured him. 'Fine, you have nothing to be sorry for. It's your first Christmas without family or friends.'

'Don't remind me,' Kenneth said, retracting away from him but only found that Remus pulled him back to him fiercely.

'You will have me tomorrow, we can spend Christmas together. And not at the Burrow either. In Hogsmeade, just us,' he said. He was being persistent, roles reversed. Kenneth was glad he didn't promise, or he'd buckle again. 'Then we'll go and do what we have to do with the others. Dumbledore has said we won't be there longer than two weeks. It's like what's happened with the vampires except, I hope it won't end in the same way or we'll just repeat ourselves to this point. Dumbledore also assured us that since he wants us safe, we can retire from the mission whenever we want. He doesn't want us to be in danger.'

'Why are we going so soon though?' Kenneth asked. 'I thought we had such a long time to wait, and now we have to go right away. It's a little worrying.'

'Don't worry about it then. Just pretend it's like the vampires except they'rewerewolves, they're more like us. So it is better. Just don't do what you did last time -' Remus sounded awkwardly adorable as he stuttered to get the words out and for them to make sense.

'Don't try to sleep with one of them?' Kenneth finished for him, smiling. 'I'd never! Not now at any rate. I have you. I don't need some stinky, smelly, hairy, perhaps even grotty werewolf when I have you.'

'You should be careful around them. A lot of them know me as someone who's tried to live on the outside, or inside, with the people. They know you're young, I've mentioned that both of us will be coming. They know you're young not just in the normal age way but always in werewolf years. You're basically only just older than a year to them. Some people half your age will be older than you there.'

'Why does that matter so much?' Kenneth asked dimly, just pleased that Remus cared enough about him to rattle on about his safety.

'Because, the others, they realise that I've been the only werewolf you've been around since you'd been bitten. You don't know any different than what I have taught you. It's always the same, I've heard them talk and tease about young werewolves and how they can be manipulated because of how little they know. They'll try it, Kenneth, because you're young, and,' Remus flushed, 'good looking.'

'Why didn't you take me when you went then?' Kenneth asked, feeling rather smug with all these words that boosted his ego being thrown at him. 'Then they'd know me by now.'

'I was meaning to,' said Remus, 'but we need to go soon so there really is not much point. It's a hard thing to get into one of these places,' Kenneth thought he was choosing his words carefully so he would not say the word community; Kenneth wanted to hear, 'they hardly trust anyone. Even for a werewolf it takes months to get inside and gain some of their trust. I still don't think they trust me.'

Kenneth nodded, accepting these words. He supposed he wouldn't really know until he was there. 'Won't it seem suspicious if we just kind of ... arrive after Boxing Day? You know, like right after a holiday so we've waited until it's over before starting our secret mission?'

Remus shrugged his shoulders slightly. 'If they have doubts we can tell them otherwise.' He looked over Kenneth's shoulder, his eyes only just being fleeting past, he leaned inviting towards the door of the Burrow. 'Back?' he asked.

'It's cold,' Kenneth agreed. He sighed in way of apology. 'I'm really sorry,' he muttered. 'I didn't mean to flip out.'

'I know,' Remus replied.

He did something that surprised Kenneth, even more so than the sweet way he'd been acting around him, he leaned upwards towards Kenneth's lips and kissed him. He kissed him quite strongly, parting Kenneth's lips with his tongue. He roped his fingers through Kenneth's and smiled wryly. 'Better?' he asked softly.

'Mm, rather,' replied Kenneth. 'Molly's noticed,' he added as Remus tugged him back towards the Burrow and to the warmth inside, not to mention the Egg-nog. 'She's been giving us strange looks all evening.'

'It won't be long until Harry starts questioning me,' said Remus looking down at his feet as they trudged across the snow back to the house.

'He knew about you and his,' Kenneth was reluctant to say the name, 'godfather, right?'

'Yes,' said Remus. 'And I doubt he's happy about this. He seems to think that love should last forever. I suppose he doesn't know you and when Sirius died he automatically started coming to me for things he'd talk to his godfather about. I don't think he likes you very much.'

'Well, you'd think not!' Kenneth snorted. 'I've taken Sirius's place. I don't fit Sirius's criteria either. I wasn't a convict, yet innocent prisoner, I never knew his father or mother, I wasn't in the original Order, I can only transform once a month and have no intention of being an Animagus, and I'm not as up myself as Sirius was.' Kenneth ticked these off on his fingers.

'Oh, Merlin!' Remus said indignantly and shoved Kenneth with his hip. 'Yes you are! You're just as egotistical as he was, if not more. You have your moments when you aren't but you are up yourself like him. And,' he said suddenly serious, 'you aren't his replacement. Never think you are, it's not fair. You aren't his replacement.'

'But Harry won't ever like me,' Kenneth said, resignedly.

'So, that's not a problem at all. It's not like you particularly like him anyway. Don't look at me like that Kenneth, I can tell you don't.'

'I'm part of the Order, what if I have to protect him once or something? He won't trust me in the slightest.'

'You're worked up from the wolf. Go have some more Egg-nog and take a few breathes. I'll make sure you won't have to protect him, besides he's quite capable of looking after himself. Shh!' Remus demanded when Kenneth opened his mouth again. 'Just be quiet, calm down, don't let wolf come out again or else I'll be dealing with you being all grumpy, moody not to mention being very reminiscent and worried. It's too much for me to handle. Make some jokes and be a bit rude to someone, you'll feel better.'

'Wise, wise words,' Kenneth said, rolling his eyes a little. 'Urgh, if you insist,' he groaned and clenched his hand tighter around Remus's who dragged him back off inside, only after they were sure the Minister and the other Weasley who had accompanied him had left.

The room was warm, stifling hot when Kenneth awoke. So hot he groaned and kicked the covers off himself. It took a second for him to relish in the refreshing, yet warm arm that lulled of his body. It took a second further for him to notice that he had been naked under the sheets and now was naked on the lone bed. Hurriedly with groggy movements however, he looked to the side of the bed that was far too small for him (he had thought of enlarging it but then there would be no space in the room). Remus wasn't beside him or on the floor for that matter. And he was in the squint room which he had adopted as his own.

He remembered, with a blush, what he'd said when he and Remus had trekked outside to talk. It had been embarrassing when he looked back on it. What he'd said was stupid and the burst of wolf had been too. But when Kenneth often looked back on the things he'd done and said he found them stupid and thought of the things he should have said.

He definitely should have said: "Right, you're being all valiant so let's go back to Hogsmeade and fuck." Remus would have stuttered but Kenneth would have puffed out his chest and tried to look more buff than he really was, and repeat. "We are going to fuck." He would have said it with a strangled emphasis on the last word, the important one. He wouldn't have apologised for it either, because it would have been great. He would have buried his face in Remus's and taken deep long gulps of that chocolate scent that radiated from him, and he would have forced Remus not to smell Sirius on him. Remus would smell Kenneth.

But of course not! No it would never happen if Kenneth woke up every morning and imagined himself all manly and buff saying things he'd probably never say if a discussion like that were to come around. He'd only joke about it, foolishly too and Remus wouldn't take him seriously.

His door clicked open and he struggled for a second, flinging himself over the edge of the bed to grab the sheets and yank them over himself. He was certain that the over picture when Remus entered the room was very suspicious. Kenneth was leaning against his pillows, flushed and trying to act coolly casual. Remus had probably been treated to a brief glimpse of his bare arse too as he flipped back against the pillows.

'Wasn't wanking,' Kenneth said fiercely, ready to bark and glare at Remus if he suggested otherwise.

'Never said you were,' said Remus. He seemed a bit groggy himself and Kenneth would remember he too had perhaps indulged a little too much in wine and whisky. 'Uh, Happy Christmas,' he said smiling.

Kenneth was just in range to grab his hand. He pulled Remus down onto bed with him. 'Happy Christmas,' he murmured in reply. Their lips met, only for a second. 'Um,' Kenneth was blushing, 'I got you something.' He sat up in the bed, suppressing a shudder when Remus's hand trailed down the skin of his back. After feeling for his wand on the side of his bed, he summoned Remus's gift to him, something that had been purchased in haste during his last visit to Diagon Alley.

Taking the gift from his hands, Remus didn't meet Kenneth's eyes; he just stared smiling lightly as his fingers toyed with the edges on sides of the brown paper that wrapped it.

'For Merlin's sake,' quipped Kenneth, 'if you don't open it I will.' He eyed Remus a bit and then looked back down at the present, his hands moving to rip away the brown paper. But Remus swatted him away. 'Well, hurry up then!'

'I'm just taking a moment to admire your handicraft,' murmured Remus with sleepy amusement. Kenneth had really done an atrocious job on this, the cello tape holding it together had been mushed over the edges of the paper. He didn't care for wrapping, it was what was on the inside that mattered, and he didn't bother with cards either. 'It's rather well done!' teased Remus.

'Shut up and open it, or I'll keep it for myself. It's quite nice, you know.'

Remus shrugged and with one rip from his adroit, slim fingers, the fabric inside were already spilling out over his lip. A small thin, gasp escaped his lips as he discarded the fabric and touched his fingers to the cloak. It was a burgundy red, more red than purple. Not the bright striking red of Gryffindor, Kenneth knew, but Remus wouldn't want to toss around in an overly bright cloak.

'You shouldn't have,' Remus whispered.

Anticipating this, Kenneth already had a response. 'Uh yeah, I should have,' Kenneth replied. 'You needed a new one have you seen your old one? It's practically falling apart.'

'Gryffindor colours,' Remus mused softly, holding the cloak to his cheek. 'You know,' he added, 'I think you would have been in Gryffindor. Or Slytherin. None of the other houses would have suited you apart from those two. Gryffindor, probably, though wit aplenty for Slytherin.'

Kenneth shook his head. 'Not so fond of snakes, they make me a bit squeamish.'

'House of the Lion then,' said Remus appreciatively. 'You would have been in my house.'

'Maybe even your old bed,' Kenneth repeated indolently. He licked his lips appreciatively at the thought. Remus laughed at him. 'Don't laugh! I'm serious!'

'Thank you,' Remus whispered, brushing off the other words spoken to him.

'You're welcome,' Kenneth replied, cheerily. 'You know,' he added, murmuring these words, 'we've known each for nearly a year now.'

'And what a year it has been.' Remus sighed and tipped his head to one side, with a sleepy, content smile on his face. 'It's almost like an anniversary.'

'You mean I had to get you a Christmas present and an anniversary present too?' Kenneth asked in mock horror, growling as Remus slapped him lightly over the head.

'Cheeky,' he murmured and gave Kenneth a shove that pushed him back against the bed; he bounced against the mattress from the force of it. And in a split second, Remus was kneeling over Kenneth, his hands on his shoulders pinning him down.

With a dry mouth, Kenneth licked his lips. He felt trapped beneath Remus's slim frame and weight, and Merlin he loved it. Remus's breath cracking against his throat as the werewolf breathed under his ear, stuttering, hitching. Kenneth finally found his courage and stared up at Remus, his eyes unmoving against Remus's flickering, moving ones. He doesn't have any idea how long it has been since Remus has done this, but he then, remembering Sirius, he decided not to think about it. Instead he concentrated on the light weight over him. Lightly, Kenneth was pressing his luck and he knew it, he arched his hips up into Remus's, grinding. Like he thought would happen, Remus's breathing seemed to stop completely as he comprehended what had happened and his eyes jolted nervously to meet Kenneth's. Kenneth did nothing to assure or change the blatantly sexual move he'd made and stared in Remus's bright, almost coppery eyes. His smile helped though. A soft smile, tickling the corners of his mouth to arch, it made Remus's harsh, nearly worried expression droop.

It was a like a first kiss, the next one they shared. Remus started it. It was a move that made Kenneth glad as he didn't want to have to end up doing everything himself.

Their lips touched so briefly, Kenneth couldn't even feel the contact. When he pulled back, Remus pushed himself right against him. Kenneth wrapped his arms right around his back, moaning a little. There was a tight feeling in his stomach, like he was about to burst. But he wasn't about to burst because of how hard he was getting, it was that tight feeling he felt when he thought he couldn't be more overwhelmed in someone's presence or was simply totally heads over heels in love.

'I,' gulped Kenneth. 'Uh, I'm glad you like your present.'

Remus nodded sharply, a quick few jabs of his head. 'I did,' he murmured. 'I got you something.' He was about to rise up of Kenneth, who refused this movement and tightened his arms around him.

'No, it's ok,' said Kenneth. 'Stay here!' He pressed his lips against Remus's again, and groaned when he ran his tongue along Remus's lower lip. Remus opened his lips allowing Kenneth inside his mouth, with a little moan of his own.

'If you insist,' Remus groaned.

Just as Kenneth's hand snaked up his shirt, a tap at the window frightened him. It wasn't even his window; there weren't any windows in his tiny room. Remus looked towards the open door with a frown. They both knew that sound to be the ignorant, annoying beak of an owl, ever needy for attention. And they both knew that owls wouldn't go away in any time.

'Going to ignore it,' Kenneth said softly. Remus writhed above his fingers as he ran them along his flat stomach. Kenneth stopped with an angry sigh as the owl tapped another five times on the window from the other rude. 'Bloody rude,' he grimaced. 'Doesn't this owl have any manors?' He licked Remus's neck and he shuddered.

'Probably from Molly,' suggested Remus, eyes closed as Kenneth's hands travelled lower, tugging at his pants.

'Makes sense,' said Kenneth. 'So persistent, won't leave us alone.'

Remus fidgeted away from Kenneth and kissed his head, then lips, making it up for it. 'Probably should get it. Molly must have sent food.'

'Breakfast!' Kenneth exclaimed, watching Remus slide of the bed, blinking nearly tearfully. He'd of rather had the werewolf for breakfast. 'Come back quickly,' he said softly.

He quickly leaned back against the pillows, chewing on his bottom lip hoping he didn't peel skin like he did so often when he bit his lip. He wanted them soft and sweet for Remus.

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