Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them. None of it's mine 'cept for this story.
Author's Note: Well ... I had hoped to have this chapter up sooner, but for some reason I just didn't want to write. So, I made myself sit down and write for at least five minutes every now and then, just to get it done. Danke schön: Verona Dracula (yeah ... Malfoy does need to die ... But I can't do that because I love the Malfoys ... And, yes, my favorite part of the last chapter was when Remus was the wolf ... I enjoyed writing it), and Eien Chou (guess that's a difference between us, eh? I think everyone deserves some pity and you don't ... Ah well). Oh yes, and um, Warning! If you haven't noticed, the rating is now R. Serious slashiness in this chapter.
Chapter Eight:
"Happy birthday, Sirius!" chorused four voices. James, Lilly, Peter, and Remus beamed at their friend.
Sirius grinned back.
"Yeah!" He rubbed his hands together. "So ... Where are my presents, then?"
"Honestly, Sirius," Peter laughed, "it's too bad we can't give you any patience. You'd be getting gifts everyday!" He pulled a package out from behind him and handed it to his friend.
"You're lucky you're giving me a present after that comment, Wormtail," Sirius took his present, "or you'd be outside right now." That threat made Peter shut up, but stick out his tongue.
It was a rather ugly January 23. The clouds were heavy and gray, and the wind seemed merciless ("It's howling worse than a werewolf," Remus had joked). Snow was falling in sheets and it was like a bad rain – you could hardly see your hand in front of your face. Of course, the good thing about a night like that was that if completely blocked the full moon so Remus wouldn't change. He was actually meant to be in the Hospital Wing just in case, but Dumbledore had convinced Madame Pomfrey to let Moony stay with his friends that night.
Anyways! Sirius tore into the wrapping paper on his gift from Peter. With a wide grin, he held up a gold and green jersey that resembled the ones his favorite Quidditch team (Australia) wore.
"This is awesome!" Sirius exclaimed. "Thanks, Pete!" He hugged the smaller boy.
"Nah ... It's ... It's nothing," replied Peter. He shyly hugged Sirius back.
James took out his gift.
"Mine next! Mine next!" He shoved his gift into Padfoot's hands.
Laughing, Sirius quickly opened his second gift. His went a bit wide and he looked at James.
"Prongs! How'd you get this??"
"I've got a god-mother who lives down there ... She helped me out a bit." James smiled and shrugged.
Sirius held up his gift and looked at it again. It was a picture of the Australian Quidditch team, and it was autographed by each player complete with birthday wishes. He was amazed by it.
"If you can tear yourself away from that picture," Lilly said, amused, "here's my gift." She handed Sirius a chocolate cake decorated in rich fudge icing.
"We've already had cake, Lilly." Sirius frowned.
"I know," she replied. "But this is for you. And whoever you choose to share it with ... If anyone." She refrained from looking at Remus through the corner of her eyes.
"Oh ..." A grin spread across Sirius's face. "Alright then." He put the cake aside. "Now ... That leaves one more gift." They all turned to look at Remus.
"Um ... I'd rather give you the gift later." Remus looked at his hands to hide his blush.
"Hmm ... Alright." Although his curiosity was triggered, Sirius smiled. He pulled Remus on to his lap and spread a bit of icing along Remus's cheek. "Oh, wow, would you look at that? Someone's going to have to clean that up." With a mischievous look, Sirius licked the icing off of a giggling (and blushing) Remus's cheek.
"James, Peter, I think it's time to leave." Lilly stood up and walked to the door of the dorm. "Happy birthday, again, Sirius." She smiled at him then walked out the door, soon followed by James and Peter.
Remus watched and made sure they'd gone before pulling something out of his pocket.
"I guess I can give you your present now, Sirius," he said shyly. He opened his hand to reveal a gold ring with crosses (that were woven together by ivy) carefully etched into the surface, all the way around the band.
"This," Remus said, "is a promise ring." He carefully put it into Sirius's palm. "Every promise that I can offer you is put into it; every time a promise is broken, a cross fades away. It's my way of binding myself to you." He blushed. "I know it isn't a jersey or an autographed picture or anything but-" "It's perfect," Sirius said softly. He slipped it on to his right ring finger. "This is the most amazing gift anyone's ever given to me ..." He looked at his boyfriend. "Where did you get it? How could afford something like this?" It must've cost a fortune and a galleon."
Taking no offence from Sirius's question, Remus answered, "Ever since fifth year, I've been saving up all of my spare pocket money. And when we were in Hogsmeade on Halloween, I noticed a shop where these rings were sold. That's why I slipped awake from Honeydukes for a moment. I wanted to check them out." A smile played on Moony's lips. "It was amazing! You could choose any material you wanted for the ring to be made of – gold, silver, platinum, ivory, steel, wood, everything – and any design you wanted with NO limits! There were so many types of rings, too! You could have a promise ring, a hate ring, a secrets ring, and unrequited love ring ... It was brilliant."
Sirius listened in awe. He made a mental note to check that place out.
"On the last full moon, I left early and bought it for you," Moony added. He knew that would be Sirius's next question.
Padfoot looked at the ring, then back at Moony with the warmest of smiles. He leaned forward and softly kissed the other boy.
"I love you ..." he mumbled under Remus's lips.
"Mmm ... I love you, too ..."
The two boys fell back on Sirius's bed, with Sirius on top. After slowly breaking the kiss, Sirius looked down at Remus.
"Moony?" he asked. "What's it like to not change on a full moon?"
"Well ..." Remus thought. "It's definitely different. And, it's nice to be myself for once ... But ... It involves a lot more will power. The wolf knows this is his night ... His personality – his attitude – is trying to come out. You know what I mean?" His head tilted.
Sirius nodded.
"You know ..." His eyes trailed down Remus's chest, wondering why his shirt and vest had to be in the way. "I've been wondering what you'd be like on a full moon ..." Slowly, his hand traveled down Remus's side.
Padfoot knew full well of Moony's virginity, so he wasn't quite sure what his reaction to that would be. And, selfishly so, Sirius wanted to be the one who took that innocence away. He leaned in and whispered heavily in Remus's ear.
"You'd make me a very happy birthday boy, Moony ..." His lips trailed down the soft part of the smaller boys neck.
A pleasurable shiver shot through Remus. The sound of Sirius's voice echoed in his ear. The feel of the black haired boy's breath made him squirm. Moony inhaled sharply as Padfoot nipped a tender part of his neck.
Next, Sirius placed little kisses along Remus's jaw line until their lips met. It was a shock to him when Remus kissed him hungrily. Padfoot looked into Moony's eyes and saw something amber flash behind them – the wolf.
"Let him out, Moony," Sirius breathed out under his boyfriend's lips. "Let the wolf out ... He wants to be out ... This is his night ..."
That was all it took. Instantly, the amber flashed again in Remus's eyes and he growled somewhere in the back of his throat. Roughly, he pushed Sirius over so that their position were reversed (Remus on top, Sirius on the bottom).
With a wicked smile, Remus straddled Sirius and ran his hands under Padfoot's shirt and along his chest. As he pulled the shirt off, he failed to notice the impressed look on Sirius's face.
'Holy shit,' Sirius thought, 'I didn't know Remus had this in him.'
Not noticing what he was doing, Sirius sat up and removed Remus's shirt. Soon he was pushed back down as Remus started to kiss his chest. A light moan left Padfoot as Moony licked up his stomach, to his chest, then bit his nipple. Once more, Sirius sat up but this time they locked their lips in a lustful kiss.
They nipped at and sucked on each other's lips and, in minutes, their pants and boxers were discarded on to the floor. Now it was time for Sirius to take charge.
Once more the boys switched positions and Sirius was the dominating one. Sirius put Remus's legs on his shoulders, and, without hesitation, pushed himself into the brunette boy. He started to thrust himself in and out, oblivious to Remus's initial gasp and was only listening to his moans.
Remus had never felt like this before. He'd never felt such a wanting, no, needing, aching feeling. He needed Sirius to be that close to him. At that moment, he got more aroused than he'd ever been before. He touched himself.
Sirius watched Remus. He wanted the other boy more than ever. He thrust harder. Remus gripped the bed. Faster. The groans of both boys joined together to create a smutty symphony. Rougher. They felt each other's bodies tense up. Harder, faster, rougher. Pleasures flashed like lightning across both faces and their cries of final ecstasy were loud enough to filled the sky and make any wolf or dog jealous. Both Marauders fell limp and Sirius pulled himself out of Remus. He lied down next to Moony and pulled him close. They shared a tender, soft, loving kiss before Remus looked up at Padfoot.
"Happy birthday, Sirius," he said in a cute, tired voice. He let out a tiny yawn and curled up to his lover in a snuggle. In moments, he was sleeping.
After pulling a blanket over himself and Remus, Sirius smiled lightly at the sleeping boy.
'He's mine ... I've claimed him as mine ... We're bound together ... After all ... Wolves mate for life.'
There was no denying that Sirius was happy. For once, he had something that no one could take from him. And even if they never saw each other for years after school, he and Remus would stay bonded; Sirius was the holder of the other boys virginity, after all.
He wrapped his arms around Remus and kissed his head. He returned the snuggle and soon the other boy in a peaceful, perfect sleep.
Author's Note: Well ... I had hoped to have this chapter up sooner, but for some reason I just didn't want to write. So, I made myself sit down and write for at least five minutes every now and then, just to get it done. Danke schön: Verona Dracula (yeah ... Malfoy does need to die ... But I can't do that because I love the Malfoys ... And, yes, my favorite part of the last chapter was when Remus was the wolf ... I enjoyed writing it), and Eien Chou (guess that's a difference between us, eh? I think everyone deserves some pity and you don't ... Ah well). Oh yes, and um, Warning! If you haven't noticed, the rating is now R. Serious slashiness in this chapter.
Chapter Eight:
"Happy birthday, Sirius!" chorused four voices. James, Lilly, Peter, and Remus beamed at their friend.
Sirius grinned back.
"Yeah!" He rubbed his hands together. "So ... Where are my presents, then?"
"Honestly, Sirius," Peter laughed, "it's too bad we can't give you any patience. You'd be getting gifts everyday!" He pulled a package out from behind him and handed it to his friend.
"You're lucky you're giving me a present after that comment, Wormtail," Sirius took his present, "or you'd be outside right now." That threat made Peter shut up, but stick out his tongue.
It was a rather ugly January 23. The clouds were heavy and gray, and the wind seemed merciless ("It's howling worse than a werewolf," Remus had joked). Snow was falling in sheets and it was like a bad rain – you could hardly see your hand in front of your face. Of course, the good thing about a night like that was that if completely blocked the full moon so Remus wouldn't change. He was actually meant to be in the Hospital Wing just in case, but Dumbledore had convinced Madame Pomfrey to let Moony stay with his friends that night.
Anyways! Sirius tore into the wrapping paper on his gift from Peter. With a wide grin, he held up a gold and green jersey that resembled the ones his favorite Quidditch team (Australia) wore.
"This is awesome!" Sirius exclaimed. "Thanks, Pete!" He hugged the smaller boy.
"Nah ... It's ... It's nothing," replied Peter. He shyly hugged Sirius back.
James took out his gift.
"Mine next! Mine next!" He shoved his gift into Padfoot's hands.
Laughing, Sirius quickly opened his second gift. His went a bit wide and he looked at James.
"Prongs! How'd you get this??"
"I've got a god-mother who lives down there ... She helped me out a bit." James smiled and shrugged.
Sirius held up his gift and looked at it again. It was a picture of the Australian Quidditch team, and it was autographed by each player complete with birthday wishes. He was amazed by it.
"If you can tear yourself away from that picture," Lilly said, amused, "here's my gift." She handed Sirius a chocolate cake decorated in rich fudge icing.
"We've already had cake, Lilly." Sirius frowned.
"I know," she replied. "But this is for you. And whoever you choose to share it with ... If anyone." She refrained from looking at Remus through the corner of her eyes.
"Oh ..." A grin spread across Sirius's face. "Alright then." He put the cake aside. "Now ... That leaves one more gift." They all turned to look at Remus.
"Um ... I'd rather give you the gift later." Remus looked at his hands to hide his blush.
"Hmm ... Alright." Although his curiosity was triggered, Sirius smiled. He pulled Remus on to his lap and spread a bit of icing along Remus's cheek. "Oh, wow, would you look at that? Someone's going to have to clean that up." With a mischievous look, Sirius licked the icing off of a giggling (and blushing) Remus's cheek.
"James, Peter, I think it's time to leave." Lilly stood up and walked to the door of the dorm. "Happy birthday, again, Sirius." She smiled at him then walked out the door, soon followed by James and Peter.
Remus watched and made sure they'd gone before pulling something out of his pocket.
"I guess I can give you your present now, Sirius," he said shyly. He opened his hand to reveal a gold ring with crosses (that were woven together by ivy) carefully etched into the surface, all the way around the band.
"This," Remus said, "is a promise ring." He carefully put it into Sirius's palm. "Every promise that I can offer you is put into it; every time a promise is broken, a cross fades away. It's my way of binding myself to you." He blushed. "I know it isn't a jersey or an autographed picture or anything but-" "It's perfect," Sirius said softly. He slipped it on to his right ring finger. "This is the most amazing gift anyone's ever given to me ..." He looked at his boyfriend. "Where did you get it? How could afford something like this?" It must've cost a fortune and a galleon."
Taking no offence from Sirius's question, Remus answered, "Ever since fifth year, I've been saving up all of my spare pocket money. And when we were in Hogsmeade on Halloween, I noticed a shop where these rings were sold. That's why I slipped awake from Honeydukes for a moment. I wanted to check them out." A smile played on Moony's lips. "It was amazing! You could choose any material you wanted for the ring to be made of – gold, silver, platinum, ivory, steel, wood, everything – and any design you wanted with NO limits! There were so many types of rings, too! You could have a promise ring, a hate ring, a secrets ring, and unrequited love ring ... It was brilliant."
Sirius listened in awe. He made a mental note to check that place out.
"On the last full moon, I left early and bought it for you," Moony added. He knew that would be Sirius's next question.
Padfoot looked at the ring, then back at Moony with the warmest of smiles. He leaned forward and softly kissed the other boy.
"I love you ..." he mumbled under Remus's lips.
"Mmm ... I love you, too ..."
The two boys fell back on Sirius's bed, with Sirius on top. After slowly breaking the kiss, Sirius looked down at Remus.
"Moony?" he asked. "What's it like to not change on a full moon?"
"Well ..." Remus thought. "It's definitely different. And, it's nice to be myself for once ... But ... It involves a lot more will power. The wolf knows this is his night ... His personality – his attitude – is trying to come out. You know what I mean?" His head tilted.
Sirius nodded.
"You know ..." His eyes trailed down Remus's chest, wondering why his shirt and vest had to be in the way. "I've been wondering what you'd be like on a full moon ..." Slowly, his hand traveled down Remus's side.
Padfoot knew full well of Moony's virginity, so he wasn't quite sure what his reaction to that would be. And, selfishly so, Sirius wanted to be the one who took that innocence away. He leaned in and whispered heavily in Remus's ear.
"You'd make me a very happy birthday boy, Moony ..." His lips trailed down the soft part of the smaller boys neck.
A pleasurable shiver shot through Remus. The sound of Sirius's voice echoed in his ear. The feel of the black haired boy's breath made him squirm. Moony inhaled sharply as Padfoot nipped a tender part of his neck.
Next, Sirius placed little kisses along Remus's jaw line until their lips met. It was a shock to him when Remus kissed him hungrily. Padfoot looked into Moony's eyes and saw something amber flash behind them – the wolf.
"Let him out, Moony," Sirius breathed out under his boyfriend's lips. "Let the wolf out ... He wants to be out ... This is his night ..."
That was all it took. Instantly, the amber flashed again in Remus's eyes and he growled somewhere in the back of his throat. Roughly, he pushed Sirius over so that their position were reversed (Remus on top, Sirius on the bottom).
With a wicked smile, Remus straddled Sirius and ran his hands under Padfoot's shirt and along his chest. As he pulled the shirt off, he failed to notice the impressed look on Sirius's face.
'Holy shit,' Sirius thought, 'I didn't know Remus had this in him.'
Not noticing what he was doing, Sirius sat up and removed Remus's shirt. Soon he was pushed back down as Remus started to kiss his chest. A light moan left Padfoot as Moony licked up his stomach, to his chest, then bit his nipple. Once more, Sirius sat up but this time they locked their lips in a lustful kiss.
They nipped at and sucked on each other's lips and, in minutes, their pants and boxers were discarded on to the floor. Now it was time for Sirius to take charge.
Once more the boys switched positions and Sirius was the dominating one. Sirius put Remus's legs on his shoulders, and, without hesitation, pushed himself into the brunette boy. He started to thrust himself in and out, oblivious to Remus's initial gasp and was only listening to his moans.
Remus had never felt like this before. He'd never felt such a wanting, no, needing, aching feeling. He needed Sirius to be that close to him. At that moment, he got more aroused than he'd ever been before. He touched himself.
Sirius watched Remus. He wanted the other boy more than ever. He thrust harder. Remus gripped the bed. Faster. The groans of both boys joined together to create a smutty symphony. Rougher. They felt each other's bodies tense up. Harder, faster, rougher. Pleasures flashed like lightning across both faces and their cries of final ecstasy were loud enough to filled the sky and make any wolf or dog jealous. Both Marauders fell limp and Sirius pulled himself out of Remus. He lied down next to Moony and pulled him close. They shared a tender, soft, loving kiss before Remus looked up at Padfoot.
"Happy birthday, Sirius," he said in a cute, tired voice. He let out a tiny yawn and curled up to his lover in a snuggle. In moments, he was sleeping.
After pulling a blanket over himself and Remus, Sirius smiled lightly at the sleeping boy.
'He's mine ... I've claimed him as mine ... We're bound together ... After all ... Wolves mate for life.'
There was no denying that Sirius was happy. For once, he had something that no one could take from him. And even if they never saw each other for years after school, he and Remus would stay bonded; Sirius was the holder of the other boys virginity, after all.
He wrapped his arms around Remus and kissed his head. He returned the snuggle and soon the other boy in a peaceful, perfect sleep.