Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter – although I wish I owned Siri and Remi. And maybe Oliver Wood too…
A/N: Thanks for the reviews!
Lunaris – Lol. They certainly are "Aw", aren't they?
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Indiangurl – Thanks for the suggestion. I didn't use it quite the way you said, but I did incorporate it, so tanks very much.
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Behind Closed Doors
By: Hawkeye's Seductress
Chapter 3 – Thanking James
"Packmate," Moony growled, snapping his razor sharp teeth near Padfoot's head.
"Packmate," Remus soothed, reaching out to touch Sirius's faint presence. Sirius couldn't reply, but just feeling Remus reach out and touch him was comforting.
"Packmate," Padfoot replied, dodging the playful snap and crouching down low. "Play." But Moony had other things to work out. "Rat. Stag. Pack?" he asked Remus.
"Not here," Remus answered, keeping his words as simple and primitive as possible. Moony was cunning and intelligent, but that was as a wolf, not a human. "Where?" came the question.
"Not here." The other voice broke in, comforting the wolf. He needed "pack" in the full sense – rat, stag, dog, and wolf – otherwise he had trouble understanding, and got agitated. "Dog here," Padfoot continued. Moony shook his head. "Dog," he confirmed, touching his nose to Padfoot's. He then bounded to the window, placing his front paws on the sill. "Outside?" he asked, whining slightly.
Remus stirred at this. "No," he said. Padfoot echoed the answer. Moony turned, giving both the dog in front of him and the human inside him a cool stare. "Outside," he repeated, scratching at the window. "Now."
Remus groaned. Moony loved to be outside, needed to be outside. And they were trapped in here. "No," he repeated. Moony growled low in his throat, a warning. "Outside," he demanded again. "Outside now."
Padfoot growled as well, a low, booming sound that reverberated through the room. "No," he said flatly. "No outside."
Livid, Moony turned on himself, baring his teeth and sinking them into his own leg. Padfoot yelped, and Sirius cursed the fact that he couldn't touch Remus. It had been so long since Moony had bitten himself – almost a year. Not since the first full moon after they had become Animagi.
"Human," Moody snarled, and Sirius cursed again. While the pain would last only moments for Moony, the wolf knew that it could last hours longer for Remus. "Human," the wolf snarled again, tearing into his hind leg. Remus moaned – although he couldn't feel it, he knew he would be feeling it later.
A solid black mass came out of nowhere, knocking Moony to the ground. He growled at Padfoot, who stood above him, lip curling back slightly. "Human," he snapped.
"No," came the reply.
Remus felt Sirius' futile attempts to touch his mind. Both he and Moony could smell the fear and concern radiating off the other canine like solar waves. He reached out, sending the simplest of thoughts to Sirius's mind. "I'm ok…" He could feel the rush of relief that flooded through Sirius, and he could see Padfoot release the tension that was raising his hackles and pulling back his lip.
"Sleep," Padfoot urged Moony. He jumped up on Remus's bed, plumed tail waving back and forth. "Sleep." Moony snarled, but softly, then gave up. "Sleep," he agreed, leaping on the bed with a fluid movement and curling up next to the large black dog. Padfoot nuzzled him gently, placing his head on the wolf's back. "Sleep," he said once more, before the word took over.
Remus was the first thought in Sirius's head as he opened his eyes. He heard a low moan – the sound that jerked him out of his slumber – and raised his head off Remus's back. The other boy was still asleep, but his face was twisted in pain – a human face once again. Sirius looked out the window. The pale, faint rays of the barely visible sun peeked over the horizon, but the moon was gone.
Another moan brought his eyes back to Remus. The cuts on his arm and leg were still oozing blood, and Sirius realized that he'd been bleeding all night – it had soaked through the sheets in spots. Praying that he hadn't lost too much blood, Sirius tied the cuts with strips of cloth he tore from the sheets. He then slid Remus's boxers back on, finding it quite difficult to do with his eyes screwed shut.
With a gasp, Remus woke, his eyes still glowing that peculiar yellowish green. Even as Sirius watched, the luminous yellow slowly drained out, leaving those amber eyes that he loved. They were dark and tired looking, but they softened as Remus smiled at Sirius.
"Good morning," Sirius greeted, brushing a hand across Remus's cheek. He frowned – he was so pale. He was always pale, but this was extreme – Sirius supposed it was related to the blood loss.
"Morning," Remus replied, sitting up. "Ohhh," he groaned, putting a hand to his head. "I feel like I've been out drinking all night," he muttered, wrapping both hands over his ears. "Without any of the fun," Sirius added gaily. Remus shot him murderous death – glares, and he grinned, returning to his spot on the bed. Remus snuggled close, pressing his face into Sirius's chest. "Mmm…you're warm," he noted, a yawn splitting his grin in two.
Sirius stiffened slightly. He had never been this close to Remus – at least not when they were both in human form. He didn't know why, but tremors were racing through his body, and he shuddered as Remus exhaled, the cool air gusting over his bare skin.
Remus pulled away, and Sirius flipped onto his back, feeling put out at the loss of contact. He began to sit up, but at that moment, Remus leaned over him. Their lips collided, and the world melted away.
Sirius propped himself up on his elbows, deepening the unexpected kiss, while Remus let his hands travel across the tan, lush skin at his disposal. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he broke the kiss, and jerked his hands off Sirius's stomach and shoulder.
"Sirius – I'm sorry! I don't know what's the matter with me!" he exclaimed. Sirius sat up fully, watching as the distressed werewolf stammered out apologies. "Remus," he murmured.
"I don't know what happened, I'm really sorry, I'm so stupid!"
"Remus - "
"I'm just going to go away now, I'm sorry!"
"REMUS!" Sirius shouted, clamping one hand over the mouth of the other boy. "Will you shut up?!" Remus flushed red. "Don't apologize. It's not necessary." Sirius grinned. "Actually, I've been wanting to do that for a while now." As he said it, he realized it was true – he couldn't remember the first time he had the urge to kiss the golden haired, golden-eyed werewolf, but it had been there for a while.
Remus said something, muffled through Sirius's hand, and he removed it. "Really?" Remus repeated, staring at Sirius as though he'd sprouted another head or something. He nodded. "Well then, who am I to deprive you?" Remus asked innocently, a sly smile crossing his face as he leaned in closer. "Exactly," Sirius answered, lips a fraction of a centimetre from soft, pink lips.
Their second kiss was better, more assured. Without thinking, Sirius slid his tongue forward, and to his surprise, he gained admission to the warm, wet mouth covering his own.
Soon, air became a necessity, and they broke apart, breathing hard. "Does this mean we're a couple then?" Remus asked, his eyes burning into Sirius's. Sirius bit his lip. He wanted them to be – but what would that do to them? Although homosexuality was not prejudiced as badly in the wizarding world as in the Muggle world, it was not looked kindly upon, either. What would people think of Remus – a gay werewolf? He would be doubly damned, and it would hurt.
Remus frowned. "Never mind. That was a stupid question," he muttered, pulling out of Sirius's loose embrace. Sirius realized his silence had been misleading, and he reached out, grabbing the slim hand of the younger boy.
"I'd love to be…but…but…"
"But what, Sirius?"
"People wouldn't accept you, Remus. You'd be hurt."
Remus shrugged. "I've been hurt before. No big deal. I've learned to deal with it."
"Yeah, but - "
Remus pressed a kiss to Sirius's lips. "Don't worry about it. Answer the question – are we a couple or not?"
Sirius grinned shyly. "I guess so, huh?"
"Finally. I thought I was never gonna get a straight answer out of you." Remus shot a smirk at his new boyfriend, who growled, pulling on his hand so he fell back onto his bed. Sirius straddled him, tucking a knee on either side of the other boy. "Mr. Padfoot would like to state that he is the dominant partner in this relationship," he said, poking Remus in the chest.
Calmly, "Is that a challenge?" Sirius shrugged. "Nope, just a statement."
"Good." In one fluid movement – Sirius was never quite sure how he did it – Remus flipped them over, finding himself where Sirius had been, only seconds earlier. "Mr. Moony would like to ask Mr. Padfoot where he got such a foolish idea?" he said smoothly, blowing lightly across a taut nipple. He grinned at Sirius, who gasped, reaching up behind his head to pull it down, meeting his lips.
This continued for quite some time – long enough for the sun to rise almost fully. It was then that Remus climbed off Sirius, ignoring the protests and pleas. "I've got to take a shower," he exclaimed, removing lean arms from around his waist. Sirius flashed a wicked grin. "What a good idea," he praised. "Want some company?"
Grabbing his robe, Remus dashed to the bathroom, Sirius in hot pursuit. He just managed to get inside and slam the door. "No thanks," he called out, grinning.
Half an hour later, Remus unlocked the door and emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel draped around his waist, his hair still wet and hanging in his eyes. Sirius was trying the doorknob, but it still refused to budge. His eyes widened as he observed his boyfriend, who was almost sashaying across the room, teasing him mercilessly.
"You're gorgeous," Sirius breathed, wrapping his arms around Remus from behind, and biting his earlobe. "Absolutely gorgeous." He ran his fingers across still wet skin, causing Remus to inhale sharply, pressing his back against the older boy's chest.
"Mmm… I suppose we owe James a thank you," Remus commented. Sirius removed his lips from the smaller boy's neck. "What?" he demanded. Remus turned in his embrace, wrapping his arms around Sirius's neck. "Think about it. If James hadn't stuck us in here, we wouldn't have gotten together."
Sirius smiled, leaning in and kissing Remus soundly. "You're right. But I hate the idea of thanking that prat after he locked us in here."
As if the door was listening, it clicked loudly. Exchanging a look, both boys ran across the room. Sirius reached the door first – probably because he wasn't wearing a towel – and tried the knob. It turned, and the door opened silently.
Pressing a finger to his lips, Sirius crept out into the hall, and craned his neck, looking into what he could see of the common room. He returned to the dorm.
"They're down there," he confirmed. "Get dressed, and we'll go down, and pretend nothing happened."
Within a few minutes, Sirius and Remus walked down the stairs into the common room, wands in hand.
"Good morning, James."
And James Potter found himself staring at the tips of two wands, held by two grinning boys.
"Uh…morning, lads."
~TBC~
Once again, thanks to Indiangurl for your idea – I didn't quite use it as you suggested, but I think I did pretty well anyways. Please review!
