"It wasn't open. But somehow you let yourself in. Closed off and broken. I never wanted to go there again. I wasn't waiting. But you came along at just the right time. Weary and wasted. I never knew I could feel so alive."

7 Keys, Aqualung.

He stirred slowly, unwilling to pull himself away from the peaceful slumber he had fallen into during the night. The warmth behind him was glorious. The smell… he recognised the smell.

Like taking a biscuit from the tin when you're not meant to. Not allowed and a bit naughty, but somehow comfortingly homely.

The fact that Harry was only seventeen – nearly eighteen – and that he was forty-odd did not come into his mind as he gently moved further into the boy's embrace.

It felt to good to be wrong.

The arms moulded around his thin frame as though they had been in that position for years, sliding with practised ease. Remus sighed and gently rested his head on the crook between Harry's shoulder and neck.

There was a responding soft puff of breath as Harry made himself comfortable. "Good morning," the wizard muttered, his eyes still shut.

Remus lifted his slightly to gaze at the black lashes lain against porcelain skin. He followed the soft curve of his brow down to the straight nose then finished upon the gently pouting lips.

Again that troublesome feeling stirred in the pit of his stomach and he tried to pull away from Harry but his hold was tight. "No, stay," he whispered, finally opening his eyes to reveal disconcertingly bright fires.

Harry's bottom lip jutted out as Lupin tried insistently to sit up. When the werewolf finally managed to disentangle himself from the boy's grasp, he felt arms around him once more.

Harry laid his arms around Remus' slender hips and then pulled him backwards as if he was a favourite toy that he was loathe to part with. "'S comfortable," he murmured, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

Remus relaxed and wriggled his frame down the bed slightly so that Harry's head could rest comfortably on his shoulder as he clutched the lycanthrope

Idly he wound his fingers around the jet strands of hair as he tried to regulate his breathing, which was already becoming erratic from Harry's close proximity. "So, what do you want to do today?"

Harry chuckled, Remus' bare skin muffling the sounds that his lips made. He shivered.

"Whatever you want to do… I never do much in the summer holidays anyway. Although I agreed with Ron and Hermione to meet up at Diagon Alley for the last day of the holiday, if that's okay with you?"

"So you're staying the whole holiday?" Remus asked, pleasantly surprised.

"If you'll have me." Harry's lips curved slyly upwards against the sensitive skin of Lupin's neck.

"I'll be boring."

"This isn't boring." Harry propped himself up on one elbow, the other arm draped over the other side of Remus. His dark hair tumbled into his eyes and the lycanthrope chuckled, pushing it away.

He leant down and gave Remus a swift kiss before collapsing once more into the nice corner between his shoulder and his neck.

Remus decided that he quite enjoyed lying here and wouldn't actually mind doing it all day.

~

He was miserable. Fucking, bloody, sodding miserable. Sirius growled as he stomped around the lonely cottage looking for his wand. The warm fuzzy feeling of the alcohol had left him and now he felt distinctly cold once more.

'Remus, sod it.' He thought to himself with no particular clarity. He stumbled over a footstool and by a stroke of chance discovered the piece of wood. 'Magical sodding piece of wood' he corrected himself.

It was all Remus' fault, he decided. Ever since he had left the house with all his Professor-ly morals he had caused no end of annoyance. Sirius had to spend time actually remembering where the blasted werewolf lived before he could go and shag him.

And even shagging him didn't help. 'As much fun as a piece of sodding conveniently shaped wood,' was the thought that had run through his mind.

The door swung open and Sirius stuck his hands deeply into his pockets before quickly pulling them out at the sight of Remus. The smaller of the two was dressed in a pair of worn grey slacks and a white shirt that was hanging off him as if he had been interrupted during changing.

A flash of annoyance danced through the golden eyes before resignation settled on the full lips and they curved downwards. "Fine," he said quietly.

Sirius grinned, grasping Remus' head in both hands and kissing him ferociously. He felt nothing. No response. With an annoyed growl he bit down sharply, drawing blood.

The lips drew back and Remus planted his hand on Sirius' chest, pushing him away. "No kissing." His voice was steely cold.

His hands were cold as he undressed Black, methodically slow as he removed every article of clothing until the pureblood stood naked. Then Remus started to remove his own, starting first with his trousers, folding them neatly on the floor before starting on his shirt.

Sirius shook his head, staying the cold hands. "Keep it on," he muttered before wrapping Remus in his arms, fingers splayed across his buttocks and lips working against his skin.

They staggered backwards into the bedroom and the werewolf was pushed back onto the bed, landing in an ungraceful heap of limbs. Sirius didn't wait and pounced on his friend, pinning him against the mattress with sharp hips and strong thighs.

The first time was ordinary. The second was on the floor, slamming backs and cracking bones. Third against the wall, bruising grips and punishing kisses. The fourth was back on the bed, Remus dominating. The final was Remus tied to the bed with magical chains.

Hands imprinted on the inside of soft arms.

And now Harry knew about it, so that made the whole mess worse because Sirius knew that he wouldn't be able to look his godson in the eye ever again.

A wave of gloom swept over him and he pinched the bridge of his nose before leaving the room in a cloud of misery. 

~

He had got up to make himself a piece of toast. He was the sort of person that couldn't last very long without breakfast. Remus dusted the crumbs from his mouth and made his way back into the bedroom.

"Come on lazy bones, its actually a nice day outside," he said chirpily, nodding his head towards the lump beneath the covers.

He stood, resting his shins against the bed and prodded the shape. He continued on prodding until he felt arms shoot around and grasp around his knees. With a weak cry Remus tumbled onto the bed and was immediately pounced upon.

Harry's face grinned down at him with a butter wouldn't melt in his mouth expression. "Take a little tumble, Lupin?"

He felt himself shiver at the young man's words and feebly nodded his head. In an instant Remus was aware of the lack of clothes between him and Harry. He sat astraddle the werewolf's thighs and his flannel pyjama top was falling off one shoulder revealing the delightful slope of his neck.

Harry's eyes gleamed with something foreign; something Remus had never seen in them before. The corner of his sinful lips curved upwards and he bent down slowly, tilting his head.

By Merlin, Remus felt like dissolving under the boy's lips as his tongue gently bumped against his mouth, nudging it open. Slowly and sensuously Harry's tongue started to explore his mouth.

Remus risked opening one eye and the mien on Harry face caused a thrill of excitement to run through his veins and cautiously he curved one hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in deeper.

Finally they parted for breath, rosy lipped and shiny eyed. Harry didn't waste any time and already his talented lips played with the tip of Remus' ear.

The werewolf moaned with pleasure as the tongue flicked around leaving a wet, warm trail as it went. "Harry, you don't know what you're doing." His voice cracked as he spoke.

"I think I do," came the silky murmur from the raven-haired boy as his talented lips played across the skin just below his ear. "What else would you call this?"

The lycanthrope tried to concentrate on his words but it was so hard as Harry's hips swayed in the air from his bent-over position. He couldn't stop his hands as they started to run up and down the curve of his thighs and buttocks.

"You don't want me, you're just doing this for some reason I don't know…" Remus begged as Harry move his lithe body downwards so that he could suck on the gulping Adam's apple. 

"You don't want me," he repeated in a faint whisper as he felt cool hands slip beneath his dressing gown and started to roam over his skin. "I'm a slut; a whore."

"Who's the slut?" Harry asked, lifting his head to grin wickedly at the older man. "It's me. Just ignore your conscience for once, Remus and let yourself go."

Harry gave a small noise as he pulled the dressing gown open, purring as his ivory fingers scraped down Remus' chest.

He giggled slightly as cool fingers clutched at his buttocks, moving his hips so that they ground against the older man's. He moved his lips up and they kissed again.

Something inside him snapped as though he had been smashed across the head with a Bible. This was wrong. This was Harry- James' son!

Harry knew the moment he saw the panicked expression on Remus' face. He pulled away, shrugging his pyjamas back onto his skinny frame. "I'm sorry," he murmured before fleeing to the bathroom.

Remus pulled his robe about him once more and staggered out of the room, feeling suffocated by the smell of hormones in the air. All he could think of was the tantalising offer of Harry's pale, virgin skin.

With a muffled shriek he scrambled back onto the roof and rested his head in his hands.

~

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