(End of term rocks!!! Woo! Summer! Holidays in the sun and all that Jazz! Sorry 'bout that. Broke up yesterday for 8 whole weeks! Yay! I would've updated yesterday but the bloody thing refused to let me log in! swears Bloody stupid thing. Anyway, back to the only reason you're here – the fanfic!)
Chapter 21 – Lunar
Remus had a headache and it was really starting to get him down. There was absolutely nothing that could get rid of it; he had tried painkillers, silence, sleep, no caffeine, darkness, icepacks …
Nothing was shifting the dull ache in his head, not even being curled up next to Sirius, while his mate massaged his temples. And it was spreading. His neck was beginning to ache, and all down his back and arms. Next it would be his legs. This full moon was going to be very, very hard to live through. And he would probably freeze outside, if Padfoot couldn't persuade him to go to sleep under the tree …
There was a tree at the bottom of the garden, spelled so that no water penetrated the leaves and so that the wind wasn't as strong beneath the tree. There was also a spell on the tree to make the area warm. Since Remus couldn't change back to his human form inside – the wolf could rip the house apart – they had decided to set up the shelter beneath the tree to make the transformation back easier. It was particularly important in winter, because of the cold temperatures and unpredictable weather.
He whimpered. Sirius kissed the top of his head, trying to keep as quiet as possible. "Sirius, I don't feel well."
Remus was good at stating the obvious at this time of the month. Sirius tried not to smile or snap. He asked softly, "Anything I can do?"
Remus thought about shaking his head, but decided to speak instead. "No …"
Sirius kissed the back of his neck and murmured, "Why don't you let me share some of the pain?"
Remus shook his head, instantly regretting it. He whined, "I couldn't do that to you, love …"
Sirius sighed and rolled onto his back, leaning the werewolf's head back onto his chest. Remus had never, ever agreed to let him share some of the pain he felt every full moon, except when he had been ill. And that hadn't exactly been voluntary. It meant that for a couple of days before and after each full moon, Remus went through hell. Today was the day before the December full moon night therefore it was the worst. Luckily, Christmas was still quite a way off and he would be fine.
Remus sat up, slowly and carefully. Sirius frowned, sitting up too, and kissed his cheek. "What's the matter?"
"I can't get comfy," Remus replied, his voice tired. Sirius rubbed his shoulders gently, kissing his way up his neck. Remus leant back, closing his eyes in an attempt to shut out the pain.
"Tell me how to make it better …"
Remus pushed him backwards onto the bed so he lay sprawled. Then he lay down next to him and snuggled up so that, comfy as Remus might have been, Sirius was extremely uncomfortable. "Uh … love, is there any other position you could be in? It's just … your elbow's digging into my stomach and – ow! – you're … you're pushing me off the bed!"
Remus sat up, his temper flaring. "You know, you never stop complaining! Have a bit of consideration; I'm not well! I have to go through hell tonight! Every bone in my body breaks and my skin feels like it burns … and all you can do is complain that I'm leaning on you!"
Sirius started to stutter an apology. Remus said icily, "Go and get me something for my stomach."
Sirius bolted as quickly as possible, running downstairs to get some hot brandy and sugar water and a hot water bottle. When he tentatively returned up the stairs and opened the door as quietly as possible, he found Remus sobbing into his pillow. Sirius held back a sigh. He hated the full-moon-syndrome mood swings. He hurried over to the bedside, sitting on the edge. He put the drink down on the bedside cabinet and the hot water bottle on the bed.
Remus wailed, "I shouldn't have said that to you!"
"It's OK, mate. I know it hurts right now. It's OK."
Remus threw himself at Sirius. The animagus wrapped his arms around Remus and cuddled him close. He grabbed the hot water bottle and said, "Here, try that."
Remus held it to his stomach with one hand, the other looped around Sirius' neck. "Stay with me?"
Sirius nodded. He would rather be with Remus than anywhere else anyway. And it wasn't as if he had planned to do anything interesting that afternoon except maybe go shopping. Remus would win over that any day.
That afternoon Snape knocked on the door and waited. After a moment, Sirius opened it. "You."
"Yes, me. What do you want?"
"I have something for Lupin. I wrote to him some time ago asking him if he would like to have some of this potion made for him. A wizard in the Ministry invented it; it allows a werewolf to keep his mind, or at least, control the wolf a little. I have his return letter here, accepting it. In case you didn't believe me and presume I was trying to poison your … your mate."
Sirius took the letter and said, "Excuse me a minute. Do come in. Shut the door behind you."
Sirius trotted upstairs, letter in hand. Once out of sight of Snape's black glare, he changed into the dog and sniffed at the paper. It had looked like Remus' handwriting, but it could still be a forgery. However, it also smelt like Remus. Still …
He changed back into a human, picked up the paper and took it to Remus. "Did you send this to Snape?"
Remus took it. "Yes, I did. Why, is he downstairs?"
"Yeah, with a potion," Sirius replied, taking the letter back. "Shall I bring him up, or just the potion?"
"You may as well bring Snape. He can explain what he couldn't in his letter."
Sirius brought Snape upstairs and the wizard explained. Sirius left the room once Snape was with Remus and went downstairs. He couldn't stand being close to Snape for much longer than five minutes.
Snape left ten minutes later, leaving the potion.
That night, Sirius and Remus walked outside under cover of some clouds. They were barefoot – shoes were an added complication to Remus' already difficult transformation, even if the ground was almost freezing. Luckily it hadn't snowed and it was an unusually mild winter. "Sirius, don't let me get out of control – "
"I won't. Have I ever? How will I know if the potion's worked?" Sirius asked, gently putting an arm around Remus' shoulders as they went into the shadow of one of the trees. It wasn't just a companionable gesture; Remus was at his weakest on the night of the full moon, and he had suddenly gone very pale. Sirius had sensed it wasn't his words that had had the effect on him. Remus sighed. "I don't know. Severus didn't say. He just gave it to me. Sirius, I … I don't want to wait out here until midnight. I just want to get this transformation over with, because … waiting will just make it more painful."
Sirius nodded. Before Remus stepped out into the moonlight, Sirius grabbed his arm. "Let me have some of – "
"No. Sirius – "
Sirius, however, ignored Remus' protest and pulled at their mental connection, stopping the werewolf from closing it. /This time, I'm sharing your pain, Remus. Whether you want me to or not. Because I love you, Remus, and I can't let you do this alone. You know that when you were … ill … on the full moon I felt some of what you have to go through. Since then I've been wrestling with my conscience about this. I can't let you do this on your own any more./
Remus sighed, trying and failing to pull back his feelings. Sirius turned into the dog and lay down under the tree. /I'm waiting, Remus. Just go change./
Remus sighed again, even more deeply. He stepped out into the moonlight. The light touched his bare skin and sank in, reaching the bone. Remus gasped as pain lashed through every inch of skin and each fibre of bone. He heard Padfoot whine as he took up some of the pain, and the burning in every cell eased a little. Remus pulled back as much as he could, allowing his body to relax as the effects of the moonlight began to affect him more violently.
His clothes ripped as his body shape changed. They were torn to shreds as he fell to his knees, screaming, his knees breaking and twisting to become wolf's limbs rather than human ones before healing. His fingers and toes shortened and fused to become pads, causing Remus to cry out. His skull and jaw lengthened and changed shape, and his teeth became sharp and pointed. He arched his back, howling, as his spine lengthened to make a tail. Fur was starting to grow with burning speed all over his body, making every inch of skin itch and ache. His ears became pointed as they changed position on his head with horrendous pain as the skin tore and then re-sealed.
His senses suddenly sharpened as his vision blurred and then came back, though in startling greyscale. He could smell the blood and fear on himself and on the rags that remained of his clothing. He whimpered and curled into a tight ball as the moonlight released its torturous grip.
Padfoot padded over to the ball of fur that was the werewolf. Pain was still lashing through his body, but he ignored it. He knew Remus would only have let him take a small part of the hurt the transformation caused. He nuzzled into a small gap between two of Moony's paws. The werewolf whined, recognising the dog's scent as his mate's, and uncurled slightly.
/Padfoot …/ he growled in the animagus' head. The wolf was glad to see him. He lay down and nuzzled into Moony's fur, making small, soothing noises until he recovered from the pain. He licked at the werewolf's muzzle, asking, /Are you all right?/
Moony replied in the affirmative and scrambled to his feet. Padfoot stood too, watching him carefully. The werewolf suddenly shook his head and whimpered, rearing to paw at his ears. Padfoot asked what was wrong. He received a garbled, incomprehensible answer. Both the wolf and Remus were trying to reply at once. The wolf threw back his head and howled. Padfoot took a couple of steps back, his eyes worried.
Suddenly, Moony froze, the howl dying in his throat. He lowered his head and looked confused. Padfoot slowly approached the werewolf. The wolf growled, but stopped after a moment, shaking his head as if trying to dislodge a presence there.
/He can control me!/ the wolf howled. Padfoot barked a laugh and trotted over to push his head under Moony's chin. The wolf whimpered, nuzzling into the dog's fur. Padfoot shivered agreeably, though he could smell the werewolf's fear and panic. He reassured him, /It's all right, Moony. It's all right./
/The potion worked, but …Sirius, I can't completely control him yet. Be careful,/ Remus said suddenly, his voice weak inside Padfoot's head as it always was when the wolf took charge. /I'll be careful. I always am, mate./
Moony suddenly stepped back and barked, his golden-brown eyes mischievous, then took off down the length of the garden. Padfoot followed, barking equally loudly. Finally he caught up with Moony as he slowed to turn so he could avoid a tree. He knocked the wolf to the ground and they rolled on the grass, play-fighting in the blue glare of the moonlight. Eventually, Moony ended up on top, pinning Padfoot down with his powerful front paws.
The dog looked up at him, panting slightly. Moony's eyes clamed and became gentle. He leant down and licked at Padfoot's muzzle. Padfoot whimpered in pleasure. Moony let go of his shoulders and lay down beside him, still nuzzling into him. Moony laid his head down on Padfoot's front paws and allowed the dog to snuggle into him. Padfoot started to wash his face with his rough tongue, licking away the blood left there by the transformation.
The next morning, Remus woke curled up beside Sirius under the tree. The animagus was already awake. "Good morning. You OK?"
Remus nodded. Sirius leant down and buried his head in Remus' bare shoulder. Remus sighed and moved both hands up to Sirius' hair, running his fingers into it and tangling them there so that Sirius couldn't move. The animagus smile and licked the pale skin on Remus' shoulder. A tremor ran through the werewolf's body. He rolled over to face Sirius as the animagus began to nip at the skin on his neck.
Remus moaned as Sirius bit hard enough to bruise. Then he sucked on the spot, drawing Remus' dark blood through the weakened skin and running his tongue over the spot to taste it. The werewolf twisted. Sirius rolled on top of him, preventing him from moving. Remus writhed, twisting his neck to allow Sirius better access to more of the skin there. The animagus' smile widened as he nibbled his way up Remus' neck to his ear and bit, hard, on his earlobe. Remus yelped then gasped as Sirius tickled the familiar sensitive spot behind his ear with his tongue, which then decided to explore Remus' ear further.
Remus wriggled underneath him, purring in pleasure as Sirius moved his lips down his neck again. Sirius knew he didn't have long before Remus' lupine impulses kicked in; he could feel Remus' skin starting to heat up under his fingers, and sense the arousal saturating every muscle, every fibre, every cell of his body.
He moved down onto Remus' chest, licking around and then over his nipple. Remus whined, arching under Sirius' body. The animagus could feel his own hardness growing with each movement Remus was making, but he forced himself to calm down. He needed to give Remus this. He blew gently on Remus' damp skin, causing goosebumps to spread from the spot. Remus gasped, his eyes shutting as his head fell back onto the ground, softer than the rest because of the heating charm. Sirius took Remus' nipple into his mouth and rubbed his rough tongue against the skin. Remus' hips bucked under him.
Sirius suddenly found himself on the flat of his back, a totally licentious werewolf crouching over him, watching him with burning eyes. Remus bent and whispered in his ear. "My turn, Padfoot."
Sirius groaned, shutting his eyes as Remus pulled his t-shirt over his head. All thoughts were gone now, but for carnal wishes dating back before thought. Remus ducked his head and nibbled along Sirius' collarbone, causing a sigh of pleasure from his mate. He moved further down, nuzzling into Sirius' chest for a moment, licking along several claw marks down his sides, remnants of a previous full moon. The moved down to Sirius stomach and licked around his navel.
Sirius decided he was wearing too many items of clothing. He pushed Remus off, earning himself a growl of displeasure from the werewolf. He reached down and started to fumble with the fastenings of his now too-tight jeans. Remus batted his shaking hands away and ripped them apart to get to Sirius' body.
"I didn't know you could do that!"
Remus grinned and replied, his voice harsh, "Being a werewolf does have its advantages – lycanthrope strength this close to the full moon."
With that, Remus leant down and claimed Sirius' mouth as his own again, running his tongue along his mate's as if to take in the taste. Sirius' hips bucked into empty air, fighting to find glorious friction to ease the sharp pain of his arousal. Remus lowered his body slowly down onto Sirius' again.
Sirius' eyes flickered shut; all movement between them ceased for one pure, blissful moment as the full length of their bodies touched. Sirius' face twitched into the ghost of a frown at the intense love rushing through him. Then Remus gasped and broke the spell of the moment. Their bodies began to move again, hips grinding and thrusting together as they moaned in pleasure. Sirius' fingers found their way into Remus' hair and pulled him down into a searing kiss.
Remus whispered, "I love you."
Sirius shut his eyes and leant his head against Remus' chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I want you … I really, really want you. Now."
The werewolf smiled and kissed the top of Sirius' head. "I'll hurt you if I take you now."
Sirius looked up into Remus' eyes, quite calmly. The werewolf smiled and slunk down Sirius' body, sensing that his mate knew what he was doing. Sirius rolled over onto his stomach and went up on all fours. Remus sucked on two of his fingers for a moment, then ran them down Sirius' back, making him shiver. He traced the outline of the paw print tattooed onto Sirius' back, smiling gently. Sirius moaned; Remus knew full well that the tattoo marked one of the most sensitive points on his body, and he knew how to exploit that knowledge. Then he quickly licked his fingers again and pushed them inside his mate's body, earning a gasp. Sirius whined as he slowly moved the fingers around inside him. Eventually Remus asked, slightly breathlessly, "Now what? That's still going to hurt you …"
However, Sirius turned around, pushed Remus over onto his back and ducked his head, quickly taking the whole length of his cock into his mouth. Remus gasped in surprise as Sirius slicked his length with saliva. "Sirius … oh, God, Sirius … ahh!"
When he was an inch from coming, the animagus pulled back. "Which way do you want to do this?"
Remus shrugged, looking up at Sirius from flat on his back. He breathed, "Any way you want."
Sirius smiled, lying down on top of Remus before he rolled them over so their positions were reversed. "This way works for me."
Remus smiled and buried his head in Sirius' shoulder, gently thrusting forwards. Sirius' breath caught, his eyes flickering shut. Slowly, Remus started to push in and out of Sirius' body, kissing along the line of his neck and shoulder. The animagus turned his head and kissed the corner of Remus' mouth as the werewolf turned to look at him. Their eyes met, then closed as pure lust flooded their bodies. Sirius sighed and gasped in pleasure and Remus moved his fingers down to his cock as started to stroke and rub along its hard length. Remus groaned, drinking in Sirius' passion. Nothing else ever made him feel this good.
Suddenly, Remus whispered quickly, his voice harsh with desire, "Sirius … there's … still one thing I'm – I'm addicted to …"
Sirius' heart twisted, remembering the days he had spent next to a hospital bed in which Remus lay, freezing cold and comatose. He replied shakily and, it has to be said, breathlessly, "What's that?"
Remus smiled, looking down into Sirius' black-sapphire eyes. He murmured, "You."
Sirius shut his eyes and let his head fall back against the ground. His lips twitched into a smile. Suddenly, Remus squeezed his cock, hard. Sudden, wonderful pain flashed through him; his back arched as he felt an orgasm race fire up his spine to blow his mind. He gasped, then groaned as Remus' cock finally found his g-spot. "Moony – oh – oh, Remmie … Rem-uus!"
He came, forcefully, spilling his seed against Remus' stomach. The werewolf smiled, though Sirius missed it. Remus came a moment later and collapsed on top of Sirius completely spent. The animagus twisted the fingers of one hand into Remus' hair. He muttered something unintelligible. Remus replied with the same sort of mixed-up, contented sound. Sirius smiled and changed position slightly to be more comfortable. Eventually, the two muddled bodies and minds, so closely intertwined they were as good as one, worked out which bits belonged to who and started to work up breath, energy and control over their own minds again. Sirius murmured, "Love you."
Remus whispered the same words back and smiled into Sirius' neck before kissing it gently. Sirius smiled, his eyes still shut, and rested his other arm over Remus' back. Neither of them moved for some time.
(Aww, I love this chapter. OK, OK, I admit it. Lemon attack. Ah, well, don't you all just love them together? Tumbleweed rolls past. Crickets chirp O-kay then … and on we go. I promise not to be too evil to Remus any more (at least not physically. Hehe … not telling). PLEASE REVIEW!!! Please? I really do like reading them. Honest.)
Chapter 21 – Lunar
Remus had a headache and it was really starting to get him down. There was absolutely nothing that could get rid of it; he had tried painkillers, silence, sleep, no caffeine, darkness, icepacks …
Nothing was shifting the dull ache in his head, not even being curled up next to Sirius, while his mate massaged his temples. And it was spreading. His neck was beginning to ache, and all down his back and arms. Next it would be his legs. This full moon was going to be very, very hard to live through. And he would probably freeze outside, if Padfoot couldn't persuade him to go to sleep under the tree …
There was a tree at the bottom of the garden, spelled so that no water penetrated the leaves and so that the wind wasn't as strong beneath the tree. There was also a spell on the tree to make the area warm. Since Remus couldn't change back to his human form inside – the wolf could rip the house apart – they had decided to set up the shelter beneath the tree to make the transformation back easier. It was particularly important in winter, because of the cold temperatures and unpredictable weather.
He whimpered. Sirius kissed the top of his head, trying to keep as quiet as possible. "Sirius, I don't feel well."
Remus was good at stating the obvious at this time of the month. Sirius tried not to smile or snap. He asked softly, "Anything I can do?"
Remus thought about shaking his head, but decided to speak instead. "No …"
Sirius kissed the back of his neck and murmured, "Why don't you let me share some of the pain?"
Remus shook his head, instantly regretting it. He whined, "I couldn't do that to you, love …"
Sirius sighed and rolled onto his back, leaning the werewolf's head back onto his chest. Remus had never, ever agreed to let him share some of the pain he felt every full moon, except when he had been ill. And that hadn't exactly been voluntary. It meant that for a couple of days before and after each full moon, Remus went through hell. Today was the day before the December full moon night therefore it was the worst. Luckily, Christmas was still quite a way off and he would be fine.
Remus sat up, slowly and carefully. Sirius frowned, sitting up too, and kissed his cheek. "What's the matter?"
"I can't get comfy," Remus replied, his voice tired. Sirius rubbed his shoulders gently, kissing his way up his neck. Remus leant back, closing his eyes in an attempt to shut out the pain.
"Tell me how to make it better …"
Remus pushed him backwards onto the bed so he lay sprawled. Then he lay down next to him and snuggled up so that, comfy as Remus might have been, Sirius was extremely uncomfortable. "Uh … love, is there any other position you could be in? It's just … your elbow's digging into my stomach and – ow! – you're … you're pushing me off the bed!"
Remus sat up, his temper flaring. "You know, you never stop complaining! Have a bit of consideration; I'm not well! I have to go through hell tonight! Every bone in my body breaks and my skin feels like it burns … and all you can do is complain that I'm leaning on you!"
Sirius started to stutter an apology. Remus said icily, "Go and get me something for my stomach."
Sirius bolted as quickly as possible, running downstairs to get some hot brandy and sugar water and a hot water bottle. When he tentatively returned up the stairs and opened the door as quietly as possible, he found Remus sobbing into his pillow. Sirius held back a sigh. He hated the full-moon-syndrome mood swings. He hurried over to the bedside, sitting on the edge. He put the drink down on the bedside cabinet and the hot water bottle on the bed.
Remus wailed, "I shouldn't have said that to you!"
"It's OK, mate. I know it hurts right now. It's OK."
Remus threw himself at Sirius. The animagus wrapped his arms around Remus and cuddled him close. He grabbed the hot water bottle and said, "Here, try that."
Remus held it to his stomach with one hand, the other looped around Sirius' neck. "Stay with me?"
Sirius nodded. He would rather be with Remus than anywhere else anyway. And it wasn't as if he had planned to do anything interesting that afternoon except maybe go shopping. Remus would win over that any day.
That afternoon Snape knocked on the door and waited. After a moment, Sirius opened it. "You."
"Yes, me. What do you want?"
"I have something for Lupin. I wrote to him some time ago asking him if he would like to have some of this potion made for him. A wizard in the Ministry invented it; it allows a werewolf to keep his mind, or at least, control the wolf a little. I have his return letter here, accepting it. In case you didn't believe me and presume I was trying to poison your … your mate."
Sirius took the letter and said, "Excuse me a minute. Do come in. Shut the door behind you."
Sirius trotted upstairs, letter in hand. Once out of sight of Snape's black glare, he changed into the dog and sniffed at the paper. It had looked like Remus' handwriting, but it could still be a forgery. However, it also smelt like Remus. Still …
He changed back into a human, picked up the paper and took it to Remus. "Did you send this to Snape?"
Remus took it. "Yes, I did. Why, is he downstairs?"
"Yeah, with a potion," Sirius replied, taking the letter back. "Shall I bring him up, or just the potion?"
"You may as well bring Snape. He can explain what he couldn't in his letter."
Sirius brought Snape upstairs and the wizard explained. Sirius left the room once Snape was with Remus and went downstairs. He couldn't stand being close to Snape for much longer than five minutes.
Snape left ten minutes later, leaving the potion.
That night, Sirius and Remus walked outside under cover of some clouds. They were barefoot – shoes were an added complication to Remus' already difficult transformation, even if the ground was almost freezing. Luckily it hadn't snowed and it was an unusually mild winter. "Sirius, don't let me get out of control – "
"I won't. Have I ever? How will I know if the potion's worked?" Sirius asked, gently putting an arm around Remus' shoulders as they went into the shadow of one of the trees. It wasn't just a companionable gesture; Remus was at his weakest on the night of the full moon, and he had suddenly gone very pale. Sirius had sensed it wasn't his words that had had the effect on him. Remus sighed. "I don't know. Severus didn't say. He just gave it to me. Sirius, I … I don't want to wait out here until midnight. I just want to get this transformation over with, because … waiting will just make it more painful."
Sirius nodded. Before Remus stepped out into the moonlight, Sirius grabbed his arm. "Let me have some of – "
"No. Sirius – "
Sirius, however, ignored Remus' protest and pulled at their mental connection, stopping the werewolf from closing it. /This time, I'm sharing your pain, Remus. Whether you want me to or not. Because I love you, Remus, and I can't let you do this alone. You know that when you were … ill … on the full moon I felt some of what you have to go through. Since then I've been wrestling with my conscience about this. I can't let you do this on your own any more./
Remus sighed, trying and failing to pull back his feelings. Sirius turned into the dog and lay down under the tree. /I'm waiting, Remus. Just go change./
Remus sighed again, even more deeply. He stepped out into the moonlight. The light touched his bare skin and sank in, reaching the bone. Remus gasped as pain lashed through every inch of skin and each fibre of bone. He heard Padfoot whine as he took up some of the pain, and the burning in every cell eased a little. Remus pulled back as much as he could, allowing his body to relax as the effects of the moonlight began to affect him more violently.
His clothes ripped as his body shape changed. They were torn to shreds as he fell to his knees, screaming, his knees breaking and twisting to become wolf's limbs rather than human ones before healing. His fingers and toes shortened and fused to become pads, causing Remus to cry out. His skull and jaw lengthened and changed shape, and his teeth became sharp and pointed. He arched his back, howling, as his spine lengthened to make a tail. Fur was starting to grow with burning speed all over his body, making every inch of skin itch and ache. His ears became pointed as they changed position on his head with horrendous pain as the skin tore and then re-sealed.
His senses suddenly sharpened as his vision blurred and then came back, though in startling greyscale. He could smell the blood and fear on himself and on the rags that remained of his clothing. He whimpered and curled into a tight ball as the moonlight released its torturous grip.
Padfoot padded over to the ball of fur that was the werewolf. Pain was still lashing through his body, but he ignored it. He knew Remus would only have let him take a small part of the hurt the transformation caused. He nuzzled into a small gap between two of Moony's paws. The werewolf whined, recognising the dog's scent as his mate's, and uncurled slightly.
/Padfoot …/ he growled in the animagus' head. The wolf was glad to see him. He lay down and nuzzled into Moony's fur, making small, soothing noises until he recovered from the pain. He licked at the werewolf's muzzle, asking, /Are you all right?/
Moony replied in the affirmative and scrambled to his feet. Padfoot stood too, watching him carefully. The werewolf suddenly shook his head and whimpered, rearing to paw at his ears. Padfoot asked what was wrong. He received a garbled, incomprehensible answer. Both the wolf and Remus were trying to reply at once. The wolf threw back his head and howled. Padfoot took a couple of steps back, his eyes worried.
Suddenly, Moony froze, the howl dying in his throat. He lowered his head and looked confused. Padfoot slowly approached the werewolf. The wolf growled, but stopped after a moment, shaking his head as if trying to dislodge a presence there.
/He can control me!/ the wolf howled. Padfoot barked a laugh and trotted over to push his head under Moony's chin. The wolf whimpered, nuzzling into the dog's fur. Padfoot shivered agreeably, though he could smell the werewolf's fear and panic. He reassured him, /It's all right, Moony. It's all right./
/The potion worked, but …Sirius, I can't completely control him yet. Be careful,/ Remus said suddenly, his voice weak inside Padfoot's head as it always was when the wolf took charge. /I'll be careful. I always am, mate./
Moony suddenly stepped back and barked, his golden-brown eyes mischievous, then took off down the length of the garden. Padfoot followed, barking equally loudly. Finally he caught up with Moony as he slowed to turn so he could avoid a tree. He knocked the wolf to the ground and they rolled on the grass, play-fighting in the blue glare of the moonlight. Eventually, Moony ended up on top, pinning Padfoot down with his powerful front paws.
The dog looked up at him, panting slightly. Moony's eyes clamed and became gentle. He leant down and licked at Padfoot's muzzle. Padfoot whimpered in pleasure. Moony let go of his shoulders and lay down beside him, still nuzzling into him. Moony laid his head down on Padfoot's front paws and allowed the dog to snuggle into him. Padfoot started to wash his face with his rough tongue, licking away the blood left there by the transformation.
The next morning, Remus woke curled up beside Sirius under the tree. The animagus was already awake. "Good morning. You OK?"
Remus nodded. Sirius leant down and buried his head in Remus' bare shoulder. Remus sighed and moved both hands up to Sirius' hair, running his fingers into it and tangling them there so that Sirius couldn't move. The animagus smile and licked the pale skin on Remus' shoulder. A tremor ran through the werewolf's body. He rolled over to face Sirius as the animagus began to nip at the skin on his neck.
Remus moaned as Sirius bit hard enough to bruise. Then he sucked on the spot, drawing Remus' dark blood through the weakened skin and running his tongue over the spot to taste it. The werewolf twisted. Sirius rolled on top of him, preventing him from moving. Remus writhed, twisting his neck to allow Sirius better access to more of the skin there. The animagus' smile widened as he nibbled his way up Remus' neck to his ear and bit, hard, on his earlobe. Remus yelped then gasped as Sirius tickled the familiar sensitive spot behind his ear with his tongue, which then decided to explore Remus' ear further.
Remus wriggled underneath him, purring in pleasure as Sirius moved his lips down his neck again. Sirius knew he didn't have long before Remus' lupine impulses kicked in; he could feel Remus' skin starting to heat up under his fingers, and sense the arousal saturating every muscle, every fibre, every cell of his body.
He moved down onto Remus' chest, licking around and then over his nipple. Remus whined, arching under Sirius' body. The animagus could feel his own hardness growing with each movement Remus was making, but he forced himself to calm down. He needed to give Remus this. He blew gently on Remus' damp skin, causing goosebumps to spread from the spot. Remus gasped, his eyes shutting as his head fell back onto the ground, softer than the rest because of the heating charm. Sirius took Remus' nipple into his mouth and rubbed his rough tongue against the skin. Remus' hips bucked under him.
Sirius suddenly found himself on the flat of his back, a totally licentious werewolf crouching over him, watching him with burning eyes. Remus bent and whispered in his ear. "My turn, Padfoot."
Sirius groaned, shutting his eyes as Remus pulled his t-shirt over his head. All thoughts were gone now, but for carnal wishes dating back before thought. Remus ducked his head and nibbled along Sirius' collarbone, causing a sigh of pleasure from his mate. He moved further down, nuzzling into Sirius' chest for a moment, licking along several claw marks down his sides, remnants of a previous full moon. The moved down to Sirius stomach and licked around his navel.
Sirius decided he was wearing too many items of clothing. He pushed Remus off, earning himself a growl of displeasure from the werewolf. He reached down and started to fumble with the fastenings of his now too-tight jeans. Remus batted his shaking hands away and ripped them apart to get to Sirius' body.
"I didn't know you could do that!"
Remus grinned and replied, his voice harsh, "Being a werewolf does have its advantages – lycanthrope strength this close to the full moon."
With that, Remus leant down and claimed Sirius' mouth as his own again, running his tongue along his mate's as if to take in the taste. Sirius' hips bucked into empty air, fighting to find glorious friction to ease the sharp pain of his arousal. Remus lowered his body slowly down onto Sirius' again.
Sirius' eyes flickered shut; all movement between them ceased for one pure, blissful moment as the full length of their bodies touched. Sirius' face twitched into the ghost of a frown at the intense love rushing through him. Then Remus gasped and broke the spell of the moment. Their bodies began to move again, hips grinding and thrusting together as they moaned in pleasure. Sirius' fingers found their way into Remus' hair and pulled him down into a searing kiss.
Remus whispered, "I love you."
Sirius shut his eyes and leant his head against Remus' chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I want you … I really, really want you. Now."
The werewolf smiled and kissed the top of Sirius' head. "I'll hurt you if I take you now."
Sirius looked up into Remus' eyes, quite calmly. The werewolf smiled and slunk down Sirius' body, sensing that his mate knew what he was doing. Sirius rolled over onto his stomach and went up on all fours. Remus sucked on two of his fingers for a moment, then ran them down Sirius' back, making him shiver. He traced the outline of the paw print tattooed onto Sirius' back, smiling gently. Sirius moaned; Remus knew full well that the tattoo marked one of the most sensitive points on his body, and he knew how to exploit that knowledge. Then he quickly licked his fingers again and pushed them inside his mate's body, earning a gasp. Sirius whined as he slowly moved the fingers around inside him. Eventually Remus asked, slightly breathlessly, "Now what? That's still going to hurt you …"
However, Sirius turned around, pushed Remus over onto his back and ducked his head, quickly taking the whole length of his cock into his mouth. Remus gasped in surprise as Sirius slicked his length with saliva. "Sirius … oh, God, Sirius … ahh!"
When he was an inch from coming, the animagus pulled back. "Which way do you want to do this?"
Remus shrugged, looking up at Sirius from flat on his back. He breathed, "Any way you want."
Sirius smiled, lying down on top of Remus before he rolled them over so their positions were reversed. "This way works for me."
Remus smiled and buried his head in Sirius' shoulder, gently thrusting forwards. Sirius' breath caught, his eyes flickering shut. Slowly, Remus started to push in and out of Sirius' body, kissing along the line of his neck and shoulder. The animagus turned his head and kissed the corner of Remus' mouth as the werewolf turned to look at him. Their eyes met, then closed as pure lust flooded their bodies. Sirius sighed and gasped in pleasure and Remus moved his fingers down to his cock as started to stroke and rub along its hard length. Remus groaned, drinking in Sirius' passion. Nothing else ever made him feel this good.
Suddenly, Remus whispered quickly, his voice harsh with desire, "Sirius … there's … still one thing I'm – I'm addicted to …"
Sirius' heart twisted, remembering the days he had spent next to a hospital bed in which Remus lay, freezing cold and comatose. He replied shakily and, it has to be said, breathlessly, "What's that?"
Remus smiled, looking down into Sirius' black-sapphire eyes. He murmured, "You."
Sirius shut his eyes and let his head fall back against the ground. His lips twitched into a smile. Suddenly, Remus squeezed his cock, hard. Sudden, wonderful pain flashed through him; his back arched as he felt an orgasm race fire up his spine to blow his mind. He gasped, then groaned as Remus' cock finally found his g-spot. "Moony – oh – oh, Remmie … Rem-uus!"
He came, forcefully, spilling his seed against Remus' stomach. The werewolf smiled, though Sirius missed it. Remus came a moment later and collapsed on top of Sirius completely spent. The animagus twisted the fingers of one hand into Remus' hair. He muttered something unintelligible. Remus replied with the same sort of mixed-up, contented sound. Sirius smiled and changed position slightly to be more comfortable. Eventually, the two muddled bodies and minds, so closely intertwined they were as good as one, worked out which bits belonged to who and started to work up breath, energy and control over their own minds again. Sirius murmured, "Love you."
Remus whispered the same words back and smiled into Sirius' neck before kissing it gently. Sirius smiled, his eyes still shut, and rested his other arm over Remus' back. Neither of them moved for some time.
(Aww, I love this chapter. OK, OK, I admit it. Lemon attack. Ah, well, don't you all just love them together? Tumbleweed rolls past. Crickets chirp O-kay then … and on we go. I promise not to be too evil to Remus any more (at least not physically. Hehe … not telling). PLEASE REVIEW!!! Please? I really do like reading them. Honest.)
