Disclaimer: Once again, they aren't mine, as I'm not JKR. I'm also not making any money off this.
A/N: This is the edited version; the original, NC-17 rated version may be found at Azkaban's Lair:
Always Pure
The first thing Remus did when they got off the Hogwarts Express was to try to find Peter. It wasn't going to be difficult to locate him when they got to the Great Hall, but it would be harder to talk to him there.
"Pete!"
Peter Pettigrew turned, and waited.
"I need to talk to you."
Peter shrugged. "If this is about earlier... You two are always going at it. I should be used to it by now. You don't need to apologize."
Remus was mildly surprised, but tried not to show it. Peter felt that he was the aggrieved party. That made a sort of sense.
"Well, thank you. It is about earlier, in a way..."
"Yes?"
"Your Dad works for the Ministry of Magic. Writing the laws for the wizarding world. It's a very important job –"
"Yes, it is," said Peter coolly.
"And I'm sure you're proud of him."
"I am."
"And you love him very much."
"Well, of course I do. He's my father."
"Of course. What I mean to say is - I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. Around me, I mean."
Peter looked confused. "Why would I?"
"Oh, because - well, you know. I just want to you know that's how I feel, and if anyone says different, or tries to treat you badly, I'll be the first one to call them on it."
Even as Lupin spoke he could see understanding dawn on Peter's face. The other boy gave a small smile.
"Don't worry, Remus, I'm not going to tell about you."
This time Remus was stunned. He had truly been trying to make Peter feel at ease, to let the plump boy know that he didn't resent him. Wasn't going to make life difficult for him. That he was being generous with himself, which was all he had left to be generous with.
Now he felt vaguely like a whore.
"Uh... thank you."
Peter shrugged. "I'd get into trouble anyhow, for keeping a secret like that from my dad for six years now."
"Wouldn't want that," said Remus. He tried to keep his tone light, but his stomach was lurching.
He felt an arm around his waist.
"Hi, Remus."
Remus turned, and hugged the girl. She was a welcome distraction. "Hi, Lily."
Lily Evans smiled at him. She wore a shiny new badge embossed with the letters 'HG.'
"You really had me going for a minute there, Rem."
"Come again?"
"Giving your Head Boy badge to Potter to wear. Very funny. But you'd better retrieve it before we go in."
Remus gaped at her. "James is Head Boy?"
Peter gave a little cry of distress. "He didn't say anything on the train!"
Lily stared at them. "C'mon, Remus," she urged. "Tell me it's a joke."
"If it is, it's one I know nothing about."
James and Sirius made their way over; Sirius was grinning and James was blushing.
"Humongous Bighead," Sirius was saying. "Huge Berk. Horny Bastard. I dunno, Jamey, what does 'HB' stand for?"
"The only way this could possibly be worse," said Lily, "is if Black were Head Boy." She turned on her heel and stomped off without another word.
Peter laughed. "Some things never change."
Ministry Directive 8724
This directive pertains to and modifies the late Werewolf Protection Act
Being an ADDITION to the Law:
For the betterment, comfort, and safety of all humans, both Wizard and Muggle, and for the security and stability of future generations, it is directed that werewolves shall not be allowed to acquire the custody of children, whether by biological reproduction, adoption, guardianship, or other legal means; AND
That the right to custody of any children currently held by any werewolf is hereby REVOKED; AND
That fully human children who have previously been in the custody of a werewolf shall immediately be placed into the home of the nearest living fully human relative; AND
To help said children more smoothly adjust to new living arrangements, that they shall have NO CONTACT with the werewolf; AND
That werewolf children who have previously been in the custody of a werewolf shall immediately be placed into a Containment Facility until such time as adequate guardianship may be found for them.
James stared, fretting, after Lily for a moment, then turned to Remus and Peter.
"Sorry I didn't tell you on the train."
"It's all right," said Remus. "I'm guessing you were embarrassed."
"Not really. I just knew Sirius wouldn't let up once he found out."
"Count on it," said Sirius.
As they walked toward the Great Hall to take their seats at the table - moved up to the head this year - James slung a casual arm around Remus' neck and pulled him close.
"What Sirius said on the train, about the presents. Same goes for me. They're mine, but you can use them whenever you want."
"Thanks, Jamey."
Dinner in the Great Hall was an unpleasant affair, at least a far as Remus was concerned. Before sorting the new form of students, the Sorting Hat had, as usual, sung a new song. The songs in the past few years had been vaguely foreboding. But this year's song was an outright warning: the Hat sang of ever-present danger, and made a not-so-veiled reference to the Werewolf Protection Act:
They say it's done for common good
But I am forced to wonder
When families are cleaved apart
And heartstrings torn asunder
Remus had felt helpless and exposed; he was sure that the Hat had looked directly at him on several occasions. He just hoped that no one had noticed.
He looked over to the Slytherin table once, only to find Snape staring at him. Snape quickly mouthed something - it looked like, "I'm sorry" - then broke eye contact.
Remus stared at his food.
Ministry Directive 8439
This directive pertains to and modifies the late Werewolf Protection Act
Being a CLARIFICATION of the Law:
MODIFICATION of Article 3: The total fiscal amount of property that werewolves may own is hereby CHANGED. The new upper limit is 100 Galleons' (Gl 100) worth of property. All other provisions of Article 3 remain intact and unmodified.
When they got to the dorm room, they sat for a while, chatting, catching up, the way they always did. Remus had sat quietly on his bed for the most part, still mulling over the Sorting Hat's song, still worried someone might have guessed who the Hat was singing about. Sirius had sat next to him at dinner, sidling ever closer all evening. Now, in the relative privacy the dorm room, the black-haired boy was barely able to contain himself, planting kisses over any piece of exposed skin he could get to.
Remus got up and excused himself. He went to the bathroom.
"Don't tell me I've offended Remus now," said Sirius. He shot Peter a glance. "What did you say to him earlier?"
"Just that I wasn't going to tell about him. You'd think that would make him happy."
"You'd think," said Sirius. He headed off for the bathroom.
"Oi!" called James. "I need to pee. Can you hold off fucking him in the shower, please?"
"Maybe for a minute or two."
Sirius gently pushed the door open. He found Remus, fully dressed, sitting cross-legged on the tile floor.
"Moony?"
"I can't do it, Sirius."
"Do what?"
"Undress in front of you. It's too embarrassing."
"Merlin, Moony! You think maybe I haven't seen your naked body somehow?"
"It's not my body." Tears started to well up in his eyes. "It's my clothes."
Sirius sat on the floor next to his boyfriend, and held him close. "I'm going to see them sooner or later," he said softly. "You know me. I'm always pulling you into a utility closet or an empty classroom so I can shag you senseless. Tell me that's not going to end." He nuzzled his lover's face with his nose. "I love you, Remus. Always."
"I – I'm just – so – tatty."
Sirius continued nuzzling. "I bought myself some new clothes over the summer," he said. "When I left home. I got the wrong sizes, though - most of it's too small for me. Should fit you all right, though."
Remus pulled away. "I don't think I can stand your charity."
"It isn't charity," said Sirius. "It isn't, because I love you and I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you." He pulled Remus back to him and kissed him, first chastely, then deepened the kiss. His tongue plunged into the mouth he'd been dreaming about and fantasizing about all summer long. He explored Remus' mouth as though it were new territory, but reveled in the familiarity. He rejoiced, too, when Remus began to respond, to come alive in his arms.
Oh, how he'd longed for this, how he'd missed this! His tongue played and twisted around his lover's. Remus' hips began to buck, and Sirius moved with him. Despite their two months of separation, they quickly found the familiar, beloved rhythm. Remus' fists tightened in Sirius' hair, pulling, but Sirius didn't care, it didn't hurt, he'd missed it, oh how he'd missed it. He tore his mouth away from Remus', planting kisses up and down his neck, down to the crook of his shoulder.
A small noise issued from the back of Remus' throat; then he was panting hard, close to completion. Suddenly he shuddered and collapsed, and gave himself up to the ecstasy that only Sirius could make him feel.
Sirius was nowhere near orgasm himself but he didn't care.
REPRINT: Werewolf Protection Act, Article 5, subsections c and d:
5c. That the age of consent for werewolves is hereby REVOKED; AND
5d. That werewolves shall not be permitted to engage in sexual activity that could potentially result in offspring, whether by means biological reproduction or lycanthropic infection.
Ministry Directive 6548
This directive pertains to and modifies the late Werewolf Protection Act
Being an ADDITION to the Law:
THAT, to provide the common defense, the general welfare, and to ensure the blessings of domestic tranquility, werewolves SHALL NOT have any right of protest; AND
Werewolves shall not be allowed to assemble in groups of more than three, except in Ministry Containment Facilities or as otherwise directed, approved, and monitored by the Ministry of Magic, Beast Division, Werewolf Registry; AND
Werewolves shall not have the right of petition; AND
Werewolves shall not have the right to freely speak in public; AND
That any werewolf found in violation of these directives may be imprisoned or otherwise detained as directed, approved, and monitored, by the Ministry of Magic, Beast Division, Werewolf Registry.
In bed, after more loving. Remus' bed. Sirius kissed Remus deftly on the mouth, his tongue weaving in and out between lips, teeth, tongue, and the soft wet heat.
When he moved down to Remus' neck, his lover said, "You're in violation of Article 5, forbidding sexual contact with werewolves, especially subsections c and d."
"Shut up."
"You're perfectly within your rights to tell me that."
"I prefer breaking the law." He kissed his way down his lover's chest.
"Aren't you afraid I'll bite you? Change you?"
"We've been lovers since we were thirteen. You haven't done it yet. I'm not afraid."
"Your friendly government officials are."
"My friendly government officials are welcome to bugger themselves, only not in a way they'd enjoy."
He slipped his tongue around Remus' bellybutton, which protruded out. Sirius nipped at it, gently. Remus giggled, making Sirius smile. He loved Remus' laughter; it always made him think of brook-water tinkling over stones. It was, he knew, a lingering of the after-effect of the Memory Charm that Dumbledore had placed on him. He mind didn't wander now when he thought of Remus, but he was always reminded of other things. Remus' laugh was water over stones; he lips were strawberries; his nipples were rosebuds... Sirius sometimes wondered if Dumbledore knew he'd accidentally given his student a gift for romantic poetry.
Or how much he'd enhanced their love life.
Remus stroked Sirius' hair. "You've taken such good care of me tonight."
"Mmmmmm. Glad you liked it."
"Loved it. But I've been selfish. You've only come once."
"Not selfish. Not you. Never." He kissed his way back up, past the little rosebuds. (Once, in Herbology, he'd stunned the class by suddenly leaning over and sucking on a rosebud, one on an actual rose plant. He'd given in to impulse, he said. He just never explained to anyone but Moony was that the impulse was to see if the rosebud tasted like Remus' nipples.)
"I love you," murmured Remus.
"I love you too."
"Forever."
"Forever and always." He brushed his tongue against Remus' lips. "My love for you," he said between tastes, "is for always. And always pure."