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"I wake up, it's a bad dream. No one on my side. I was fighting, but I just feel too tired to be fighting, guess I'm not the fighting kind. Wouldn't mind it, if you were by my side."

Chapter Fifty-Five
"Bad Dream"
Remus and James

Blood, dripping from glinting silver teeth in bright rubies, falling to the soft earth beneath his padded feet. Adrenaline was pumping into his veins like a direct IV, driving him on, driving him faster. The taste of the copper and salt mixed in his mouth as he swallowed, his stomach clenching involuntarily as the moon shone in the velvet night sky, foiled and imperfect as it cast shadows on the ground, his own short and stocky, four legs and a snout.

He howled.

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James lay on his back, his hands stroking absentmindedly at Remus' ashy hair; his fingers brushing leftover scars on his neck, warm and raised under his fingertips. He felt his jaw clench, his eyes crinkling together in a sleepy wince, a whimper drawing itself on the boy's lips.

"Remus."

He whispered, a lover's caress as he melted the letters into each other, warm on Remus' cold ears.

"Love, wake up."

He kissed the boy's cheek, nuzzling it softly as the eyes fluttered open, surprise and fear a frenzy of bright colors in his eyes, his body trembling gently.

"It's just a bad dream," he stroked Remus' cheek with his hand, his thumb running along his cheekbone in small circles; his breathing finally settling into a rhythm with James'. "Nothing to be afraid of."

Remus took the truth in those words and built a wall with it, hiding all of his fears and doubts and pushing them away as he pressed his lips to James, a sweet and feather light touch as their lips parted, warm breath filling their lungs as hushed lust filled the air.

James looked up at him as he pulled away, Remus straddling his hips as the friction caused them both to moan, a soft gasp against sweat cooled skin. And when he slid so easily into those hips, everything but that moment, everything but him, everything but what they were right then didn't matter at all.

His forehead was pressed against the raven hair at the crook of the boy's neck, his groans vibrating across pale skin as goose bumps rose and fell, trembling bodies soon moving together, voices mingling in the night air that enveloped them.

Groaning, Remus came, bright and furiously, crying out as James' teeth dug into his skin, a loud groan issuing from his lips as he settled against the boy's hips, his hands on either side of his torso, his breathing hitched as James' licked the wound softly.

He smiled and turned to kiss him once more before nestling atop his body, and falling into a dreamless sleep.

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Dedication: To my good friend remuslives23, I hope you like this one, the sex isn't the best I've done, but I promised you boylove. And here it is, and there will probably be more to come, lol.

Author's Note: So the beginning is Remus' bad dream, hes the wolf of course, and James helps him out a bit. Lol. Though I do like how loving I made James in this, even if it's totally faggish. I like it :D Song by Keane (though I wrote it to Frou Frou's Shh), Review! --Delta