Of beauty – by FunkyCharms21

Disclaimer: I own nothing it all belongs to the wonderful J.K Rowling!

Summery: the life of Sirius black- from 4th year in Hogwarts, this is a slash story with multiple partners (my characters) and eventual Remus/ Sirius. Told from many different points of views.

Warning: very graphical sex scene and underage sex, if you are too young or sickened by the thought of two men together in sexual situations, leave now!

Rating: NC-17 (very graphic/under age sex) though this chapter is more R than NC-17, sorry. I promise the next few chapters will have more sex. In chapters 5 and 6 it just wasn't right with the plot.

Chapter 6 – when the moon was full

~ Sirius' p.o.v ~

"Did you pack spare clothes, Peter?" queried James despairingly.

Peter shook his head negatively, lowering his head, shoulders slumped, there is nothing worse for Peter then letting James down or upsetting him. The thought alone would devastate him.

"Then what did you pack, if you didn't pack any spare clothes, or the invisibility cloak or our wands?"

I could tell that James was nervous about tonight's adventure; one way to tell was by the fact that he had lost his unshakable patience with Peter's incompetence.

"James, let it go" I grabbed the back of his robe and dragged him rather forcefully to our bathroom, hoping to calm him down before he erupted, god only knew what he might do to Peter in his rage.

Now James never got insanely angry unless said person had more than earned his wrath, and being that he had always been a wonderful and tolerant lad, I had never felt his heated anger upon me, but I'm afraid I had witnessed it on rare occasions, not a pretty sight.

The bathroom door shut behind us in a quiet hiss. I turned to James slowly, my eyes gazing unsurely into his pale sapphire eyes, searching.

"I'm calm, thank you; I hope I didn't scare Peter too much." Replied James to my unspoken question, a grimace of distaste on his face.

"Not too bad, I think, but you should apologize."

"I know! I will, don't worry."

We looked at each other and smiled, it has always amazed me how close we are how I love him so much. He seems sometimes more than a brother, more than a friend, more like an extension of my soul, my other half. The way he knows me, feels me, is sometimes uncanny. This connection is too deep to describe.

I leaned forward, I don't know why.

James leaned forward, his eyes burned with blue fire, his lips parted softly, pink tongue peeking out to slowly caress his full lower lip, my eyes were glued to the erotic sight.

We leaned even closer, James soft breathless pants caressing the sensitive skin of my lips, I could taste him already.

My heart was racing, a pulse pounding somewhere in the back of my head, in perfect harmony with the rest of my excited body.

I finally made my move and began my descend towards that heavenly target, James' sweet moist lips.

We closed our eyes together at the same time, gazing at each other a mere millisecond before the veils of our lids had covered our eyes, and our lips were so close to touch, so near, a mere inch separated us.

The desire and the aching longing filled me, this was agony, I had to come closer.

James lips had parted in readiness for mine, it had to be done now, let the consequences be bared later. I was going in for the kill.

"Sirius, James, I got Peter packing again, he said you lost….what the..?"

~ Remus' p.o.v ~

I walked in to our dorm room, I felt so giddy inside, excited, I had never felt this way about a transformation before, but I knew tonight would be the answer to years of loneliness and pain.

"What's wrong Peter?" 

When I came in I found Peter sitting on Sirius' bed, his shoulders slumped and his eyes shining with bright tears.

"It's James. I messed up and he got mad at me, really mad, Sirius had to drag him into the bathroom to calm him down. Can't I do anything right?"

I knew it was about James, how could it not be. It did seem strange that James would lose his temper, since I had nearly never seen such a thing occur. Well first to take care of Peter and then a little chat with my mate James and everything should blow over nicely.

After talking to Peter for a few minutes I had cheered him up and got him packing again, time for a chat with Jamie. The work of a good friend is never over; I sighed and opened the bathroom door, knowing that Sirius and James were probably joking around with each other in order to calm Jamie's terrifying temper.

"Sirius, James, I got Peter packing again, he said you lost….what the..?" my breath caught in my throat. I couldn't have seen this, my eyes were playing tricks on me, or perhaps it is the effect of the full moon that will rise in 2 hours time, that must be it, because I refuse to admit that I saw James and Sirius almost kissing in our bathroom.

They pulled apart abruptly; James' face tinted with crimson red flush, making him seem like an angry tomato with a mop of unruly hair, much like an ailing fungus.

Sirius on the other hand, stared at the floor as though it had suddenly become of great importance to him. He would not look at me, so I continued staring relentlessly and cruelly at his lowered head of dark silky locks.

The sun's bright rays shone through the bathroom window, casting an ethereal glow over our now bleak surroundings. It seems wrong somehow, that the sun should shine so brightly, while the room was eerily silent.

Sirius looked up at me then, there was no apology in his glance, just a hint of guilt, was it? But mostly embarrassment at being caught at such a compromising situation by me.

I hate this! I hate James, I hate Sirius. I hate myself. I hate that I stood there silently. I hate that I apologized for interrupting them. I hate that I walked out of there quietly, closing the door behind me in a soft hiss, when I really wanted to slam it shut, when I wanted to scream and yell, I wanted to rip and tear and maim. I hate it that I smiled at them softly, decivingly, before I left. I hate that I promised not to tell a soul, while the agony of this betrayal tore me apart.

The wolf had awoken now, I had to go. But the doubts and pain would not give me a moment of peace. A shadow of trepidation had grown in my mind, would my wolf harm them tonight? Will he scent their betrayal? Or would he know my mind? My heart?

There is no more time to ponder; the sun was setting now, as it had begun to in that bathroom, mere minutes ago, where it shone brilliantly upon my distress. The last rays had caressed the green pastures of our school, my time has come. I left to Madam Pomfery's office, swiftly, my heightened senses alerting me to potential foes.

I could no longer feel any joy at my friends' company, pain and apprehension had gripped me, and I could do naught but pray to my wild wolf, that he might tame himself, that he would not harm them. There was no time. No time at all.

~ Severus p.o.v ~

There he goes again. I wonder where he goes off to all the time. Why it bothers me so? Perhaps it's the secretive looks, the hushed whispers, or maybe it is the fact that it's him.

Prefect Remus, the noble Gryffindor, every once in a while I see him, walking down the corridors unaccompanied by his band of idiotic hooligans, he calls friends.

I follow him swiftly this time, my black robes bellow behind me, tracing almost caressingly against the wall to my left, to which I hastily flatten myself, when he turns towards me.

It's the end of the corridor now, I see him a mere 5 feet from me, he turns, his eyes scanning the corridor from whence we had come, brown-blond hair with strange silver streaks, caressing his pale cheeks, his hazel eyes red rimmed with tiredness, yet I could see even from this distance the silvery fire that scorched the surface. It seemed almost inhuman, the burn, the beauty of it, the prickling of apprehension that runs through me whenever we meet.

He knocks on the door, and Madam Pomfery opens it quietly, wearing her outer robes, she pets his shoulder gently as though comforting him, and then they walk down the hall, away from me.

It takes but a second for me to decide, should I follow them? Or walk back to my room quietly and add this interesting finding to my already growing pile of information, I have yet managed to connect?

I follow; they are walking down the stairs, towards the door leading outside of school, why would she take him out of school?

Is someone in his family ill again?

I ponder the thought for a mere minute before I watch the door open, the last rays of the sun strike his face, making his skin shine a healthy shade of brown, his blonde-brown-silver hair glows brilliantly as though made of tarnished gold, whose spark will not be banished, he turns his magnificent face to Madam Pomfery's wise visage, and they walk together outside, the door closing quietly behind them, the last ray caresses my face before they disappear behind the closed door.

I mean to follow but a sound from the corridor alerts me to the arrival of someone, I rush swiftly to a door, I know will lead me into the abandoned bathrooms on the floor, I peak through the door to see who my surprise visitor is, to find the immature brats I despise. James and Sirius.

They stand together, turning slowly towards each other, a secret smile gracing their handsome features.

"All is set"

"I know"

And that's all they say, they walk away together, James' arm gently caressing Sirius' shoulder and the back of his neck, Sirius leaning to the touch, they smile and disappear.

I stand in the hallway; feeling dumbfounded and befuddled, what was going on? I am no closer to finding out the mystery today as I was last month.

I walk slowly to my dormitories, hoping to find some answer, or at least drown myself in homework to forget this unsolved mystery that plagues my mind at all times.

"Eye of a newt" the portrait slides away, I walk inside, watching the portrait slide back to cover the entrance.

There will be a time when I will know of this mystery, and then they will see, they will be afraid, and I would have won.

~ Sirius' p.o.v ~

"It's time! Get moving!"
"We're coming, relax!"

The sun had set an hour ago, the sky had turned a dark blue, and the moon was about to shine through the velvet cover.

Remus was waiting for us, in the shack.

"Alright, you all remember the plan?" I nodded quickly, my nerves tensed as I thought once again of the risk, the stakes. But the excitement buzzed inside of me, I felt drunk with exhilaration, almost numb from the pleasure of it.

I looked at James, his hands were shaking, he quickly wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. I wanted to lick it off of him, slowly, so I could savor the taste of his skin, the texture of it.

We hadn't talked about the near kiss, after Remus had interrupted us, it felt wrong to continue, the moment was lost to us both.

James had gone back to the room to apologize to Peter for losing his temper, and I was left alone, to ponder my feelings.

I felt guilty, I don't know why; it felt like I betrayed Remus, which is crazy since I had done nothing wrong, my issues should be with James not Remus, he is the one I nearly kissed after all. But I could not shake this feeling that I had hurt Remus unbearably, and that was something, I couldn't bear.

James returned and we both went together to the entrance door to watch Madam Pomfery and Remus slowly making their way towards the whomping willow tree.

"All is set"

"I know"

We turned to go back to our rooms to get ready to leave, James' hands caressed my shoulder and the back of my neck, I shivered with the pleasure the mere touch brought me and leaned into his loving caress a smile on my face.

Peter, James and I went swiftly and quietly out of the entrance door, walking as speedily as possible to avoid meeting either Hagrid, our friendly ground keeper, who despite his great affection towards us, will still drag us back inside the castle and send us to our rooms, or the new caretaker Mr. Filch with his trusty young kitten Mrs. Norris, now he could get us into a lot of trouble, not to mention his already deep rooted hatred towards us, marauders, it must have something to do with that time we broke into his office and charmed the walls hot pink with flowers added for good measure, and rewritten his list of rules to allow alcohol, drugs and rock music parties once a week as an order that must be followed. Or maybe it was the time we published an add for him in the Daily Prophet's dating section, saying:

"Not-so-hot young thing, looking for an old hag for a life time commitment, must love cats and whipping. If you are interested please send an owl to Argus Filch. Caretaker in Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry."

He did get a lot of owls after that, you would think he would thank us, but no, he went to Dumbledore and tried to frame us, luckily for us A: there was no proof. B: Dumbledore thought it was funny. You've got to love Dumbledore for that sense of humor.

Either way if we are caught there is no way we would get out of it, sneaking out at night, especially on the night of the full moon, was an offence punishable by expulsion, not even Dumbledore could save us then.

We reached the whomping willow quickly, urging Peter to transform into a rat and freeze the whomping willow. Even after a few long hours of training Peter still took longer then me and James to master his transformations, which is why it took him over ten minutes to become a rat. But surely enough I watched as his body shrank quickly, his skin turning gray and then finally he had a rat's ears and tails, he gave a final squeak and there was no more Peter just a common brown-gray rat.

Peter the rat, quickly slid between the willow's undergrowth of roots, and used his small paws to press against a spot in the tree trunk. James and I watched amazed again as the branches froze in mid swing, and stood still as though time itself had frozen them forever, as though time itself had stopped. We were roused from our stupor by Peter's impatient squeaks. 

James and I looked at each other, and smiled the excitement of today fuelled us and I knew he felt his heart race like crazy, the blood pumping furiously and his head felt slightly dizzy, because I felt the same way.

We slid together into the tunnel, that took us to the shack, Peter resting peacefully in James shirt pocket.

The tunnel ended, we were already in the shack. It looked horrid, pieces of broken furniture lied everywhere, cobwebs and dust covered every imaginable corner and knack of the small shack, I found it hard to believe that Remus could stay here for a minute not to mention a few hours, Remus hated mess and dirt, the mere smell of this room would have driven Remus' sensitive senses haywire. The sad reality of his situation, had struck me again, Remy suffered this, and I thought of this as an adventure, how crazy it seems now in the cold harsh reality.

I turned suddenly, I could here a noise, it was Remus, I could sense it was him. We had lost track of time, and now we stood on the grounds of a werewolf on the night of the full moon. Meaning that upstairs waited a fully grown wolf, not my trusty good friend Remus who wouldn't hurt a fly, we had to transform now.

I turned to James "transform now, let Peter down, and transform, the wolf is coming"

And sure enough we heard a growl, Peter squeaked in alarm, and scurried behind a broken cabinet as soon as James set him down.

James looked at me, with the first sign of fear he had ever shown in his brave life, to see James afraid, suddenly made me feel afraid, now it seemed crazy. Three school boys playing with a werewolf, what where we thinking, this was not Remus, this was no pet, this is a wolf.

And then we transformed.

I was in the middle of my transformation when the silvery-yellowed eyed wolf was upon us, I had glimpsed at him a mere second in my human eyes, his big white fangs displayed for us, his mouth open in a snarl of rage, as though he was announcing to us of his displeasure at our interruption.

He was terrifying but magnificent, his coat of fur a deep silver color, streaked with black, whites and grey, his eyes, honey colored, burned with an intensity that was not human. I couldn't see Remus at all, I could only see the wolf, but then my vision had blurred my transformation complete, I was now a big black grim-like-dog.

The wolf had stopped in mid-attack; he cocked his head to the side in a canine expression, as though asking "what had just happened?"

He was confused, because he could no longer scent humans in the room, only a rat, a dog and a stag.

It took me only a minute to decide, I stepped towards him, lowering my head, my tail between my legs, the wolf snarled at me, his fur standing on end. I dropped to the ground before him, and mewled piteously, the wolf circled around me, I could at times feel his breath against my fur covered neck; I closed my eyes in fear.

Behind me I could hear James becoming agitated, his hooves making soft sounds on the wood floor, it seemed as though he was tapping with his foot on the floor, as he did when he was nervous, I could almost hope that when I turned my head I would look at dark tousled hair, pale blue eyes and an infectious smile. But the reality of it all was even more surreal.

And then I felt it, jaws closing around my throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to make me breath shallowly. I could hear James getting anxious; I could almost clearly imagine what was going through his head, and I wanted to be in his head, anywhere but right here on this dirty wooden floor with a wolf's jaws circling my neck like a loop of fear, slowly sucking the life from me, my heart beating desperately in my chest, my mind racing. I wanted to be anywhere else. Anywhere.

I whined softly, when the jaws around my throat gripped my neck tighter, the fangs leaving an indentation around my throat, but still they did not break the skin. And the pressure was gone; I could feel a wet tongue slowly caressing me, my nose, my throat, my mouth, my cheeks, I stood up and  began licking the wolf back, I licked his nose, and his neck. I understood that Remus' wolf had accepted me, I gently nudged him towards James and Peter, he moved towards them, sniffing and circling them, I could sense their trepidation and fear, yet they stood still, not daring to move.

With a final sniff, Remus had accepted them as well, we tried to play together in the shack but there was no room for two over grown mutts to play, with James' help we slowly made our way outside to the forest.

Remus stood still for a minute his silver dappled tail, erect, as he suspiciously sniffed the air.

And then he began to run, I stared at James, he had just enough time to pick up Peter and lift him onto his mighty prongs before we were off, as we had promised Remus, we will never let him out of our sight.

We chased after him, hoping he hadn't gone far, I began sniffing the air to try to locate Remus' position, it was an easy task for a dog.

We had reached a clearing, and there before us on the ground laid our wolf.

Remus lifted his head to look at us, wagging his tail as a dog would do, he lifted himself up, and crouched in an attack position, before I could react he had jumped me, we began rolling on the forest floor, our furs mingled black-blue with silver, black and grey.

Remus and I began clashing our open jaws, much like dogs do; it seemed like a twisted French kiss.

We chased and jumped each other all night, racing through the forest, joined by a stag with a rat on his prongs.

Once every couple of minutes the wolf would stop, and snarl at us, circling us and gripping my throat with his fang, I immediately understood that this was Remus' way of reminding us all that he was the leader, the "alpha male" in our pack. I bore his snarls and his near bites quietly, because I knew he would not harm me.

Beneath all that soft silvery fur I could see Remus, when we played or ran across the forest, I would look into the wolf's eyes and see Remus, my Remus. Inside of those yellow-colored eyes with its silver streaks, I could see a touch of hazel, a touch of humanity; even a simple head shake bore Remus' trade mark style.

The wolf and Remus were one, how could I ever fear him?

~ James p.o.v ~

It was finally over, now I could relax. Remus had accepted us quickly as his pack, though he made certain to reinforce upon us his leadership, we all knew better than to challenge him. But it seemed as though the wolf feared Sirius challenging him the most, could it be because they were both canines? Predators by nature? And me and Peter represented prey?

We raced through the forest together, Peter's terrified squeaks pounding in my head, the wind had never felt so refreshing, the air never so pure, and my senses were more enhanced here in my new body's natural environment then it was in that abandoned class room, in which we spent hours transforming into our chosen animagus form.

As you can see, I'm a stag, Peter's rat, he wasn't too pleased about that, but it is very useful. And beautiful Sirius is a dog, a very big grim like dog, with the silkiest fur, I have ever touched.

I had never seen Remus in his wolf form, but I did see him now with my deer's eyes, he was magnificent, as big as me and Sirius, with beautiful silver fur spotted with blacks, whites and greys, beautiful honey colored eyes, where a silver flame could be seen, I'd like to think that Remus was that silver flame, strong yet elusive but like in Remus' own eyes, it's always there, always alive. He is a survivor.

It was near 5:30am, the sun had began to rise, I felt completely drained, Peter had long ago fallen asleep on my horns, I dared not move for fear I might wake him, it seemed the best I could do now, since I still owed him for my earlier outburst (even though I had apologized) as well as an apology for all the tousling he had experienced this night.

We were all lying on the ground. Sirius warm body curled up around Remus' wolf form, while I laid a mere inch away from Sirius, with Peter.

The sun had started to rise, we all turned towards Remus, Sirius and Peter awoke to the sound of the wolf moaning as though in pain.

Remus had started to shake, it seemed as though the wolf refused to let go, refused to leave our friend's body for another month. I wondered whether this struggle between Remus and the wolf happened in everything they did, was the wolf forever whispering to him in the back of his mind?

Does the wolf also struggle against Remus on the night of the full moon, pushing to get out, fighting Remus for control?

Sirius would say it was an infusion, that Remus and wolf are one.

But I disagree, I think the wolf is a part of Remus but not Remus' soul, and I keep fearing what if one day, the fight will be over? What if the wolf will remain, the last one standing?

What if come morning the wolf will not part? Will there be any Remus left?

The battle for Remus had begun; the wolf whined and shook, refusing to let his hold over Remus go. But the sun had risen now, as though commanding him back to the shadows from whence he came. And the wolf left, it's tail now hang between his legs, and before us lay Remus, beautiful Remus, with his golden brown hair, his deep hazel eyes with the mysterious silver streak that also colored his hair with mere tints. A spark of wit and intelligence marked his features. The beautiful eyes opened slightly, they were red rimmed and tired, his naked pale body bared nearly no marks at all, in all of Remus' prior transformation, he nearly almost needed to be hospitalized since the wolf would rip him apart, as werewolf are known to do when locked up with nothing to bite, they bite themselves, as Remus body bared the scars of past encounters.

"I'm so cold, where am I?" he whispered, throat too sore to speak aloud.

I immediately transformed back, sitting before him with my clothes (in our many practices we had learned to transform back with our clothes though it took us a long time and countless of clothes).

"You are in the forest, I have brought an extra robe, can you walk?" I asked him quietly, taking charge of the situation, I unlike Sirius found it hard to let go of my leadership, though I knew it was good for me to step back, and also healthy when running with an alpha male wolf.

Remus could barely walk, so Sirius had transformed back as well and so has Peter, we made our way as quickly as possible to the shack, before Madam Pomfery, will arrive to check on Remus and take him to the infirmary.

Peter transformed back when we arrived at the whomping willow, as you realize it was Peter so indeed it took more then one attempt, for him to yet again become the rat.

After 3 attempts he had succeeded, he went swiftly to the knot on the tree trunk and opened the tunnel for us, I leaned Remmy against Siri for a minute so I could lower myself to the tunnel, taking down Peter as well, I turned back to help Sirius lower Remus as well, when we had all reached the ground of the tunnel we raced as fast as possible towards the entrance to the shack.

"Let's lay him down here" suggested Sirius to a pile of dirty sheets that lay tangled on the filthy wooden floor.

Before I could respond, I felt Remus' body tense up in my arms; Sirius must have sensed it as well for he had already taken out his wand and had started charming the sheets clean and also putting a warming spell on them.

Remus relaxed, his voice soft and breathy. "Thank you"

We lowered him gently on the now clean and warmed sheets, I took my robe so it will not be found and we covered his nakedness fully with the sheets,

"You have to go now!" he exclaimed softly. I nodded at him, before dragging Peter and Sirius behind me, we raced outside and to our dormitories, attempting to avoid being caught by a teacher, Hagrid, Madam Pomfery, Filch or one of the ghost. Lady luck was definitely on our side today.

My bed never felt so soft, warm and welcoming as it did now, thank god today was a Sunday and we could sleep as late as we wanted, and be awakened only by a growling stomach.

~ Sirius p.o.v ~

"Get up, Sirius, I'm starving!!" whined James piteously in my ear, several hours after we had returned to our dormitories.

I sighed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I still felt exhausted, I have no idea how Remus does this every month on school nights and still manages to make it to 3rd period, even though he is injured most of the time.

"I'm up, Jamie quit whining"

"I don't whine!"

"Oh yes you do!"

"I do not!"
"Do too!"

"Do not"

"Do too"

"SHUT UP! Now Sirius get up, I'm starved"

James and I looked up at Peter, surprised. By the look on his face so was he.

I got up and got dressed quickly, not even combing my hair, just running my fingers through it, and brushing my teeth, and we're off to get lunch, since it is 2:00pm.

We sit together as we always do; I'm already preparing a plate for Remus with his favorite food, as well as the last chocolate frog I have.is it out of guilt? I wonder, but shake my head. I don't feel guilty.

I pile sausages, chicken, mashed potatoes and some cooked vegetables and start eating my lunch which consists of chicken and mash potatoes, since I'm not very hungry yet.

James is already in his second helping, defeated only by Peter who's already in his forth.

"What? I didn't eat any breakfast!" he exclaims, embarrassed when both James and I stare at him in wicked amusement.

I get up once I had finished, and slowly make my way towards the infirmary, I find that I can't wait to see Remus, my whole body is practically tingling with an emotion I can't define, if I didn't know any better, I would say lust, but that can't be it. Why would I lust after Remus? He is my friend and nothing else.

"But you do lust after James, and he is like your brother, is he not?"

A disturbing voice in the back of my head queried rather loudly.

"That's different" I replied.

"How so?"

I couldn't reply. Thankfully my train of thought was cut off by a strange sight that greeted me, upon my arrival.

"What are you doing sneaking around here snape?" I demanded to know, the rage and protectiveness inside of me flaring to life, at the thought of snape finding out about Remus, hurting Remus.

"Well, well if it isn't the Gryffindor's mud blood whore" said snape, a disgustingly vile smirk on his face, making his nose seem that much bigger compared to the rest of his face, making him look like one of the devil's spawns, not a bad allegory, if I do say so myself.

"Shut the hell up, snape, and quit sneaking around us, or I promise you, you will pay! Now get out of my way!" I pushed past him, hearing his taunts and jabs, strike me like sharp prickling needle. Not too deep to cause serious harm, yet just enough to leave a trace of hurt in their wake.

I stormed into the infirmary, stopping in front of Remus' bed; I could already feel the anger and hurt slip away from me, being drained out of me, by the mere sight of Remus, lying asleep, on the bed. His beautiful face relaxed in sleep, a faint smile tracing his full pink lips, his pale lashes caressing his cheeks in a most sinful way. His warm, pale body curled up into his blankets, the same way he was curled into me a mere few hours ago, in his wolf form.

I didn't want to disturb him, so I stepped forward, intending only to leave the plate of food and chocolate frog on his bedside table and depart.

When he licked his lower lip with his tongue, it was a human gesture, hardly something he had never done before. But I was hooked, the sight of him sleeping, tongue tracing his lower lips, much like a lover's caress, I couldn't stop myself, from tracing that lower lip with my thumb.

I jerked away immediately. What was wrong with me? This is Remus!

First I lust after James, now Remus? Maybe I am more of a whore then I thought. I wanted to race out of there, but in my haste, my leg bumped into the foot of the bed, causing it to jerk, slightly, just enough to rouse Remus from his nap.

"What? Oh Sirius, what are you doing here?" he looked up at me a smile on his pale and tired face, his eyes back to their normal post full moon, hazel and silver streaked, silver and gold, a trace of red in them, mocking me for disturbing his peace.

"oh, I , I just brought you lunch, thought you might be hungry, and I know you need your meat, so I thought I should get you some food. I also brought you a chocolate frog, but I saw you were asleep and I didn't mean to wake you, but I'm a klutz and I bumped into your bed" I rumbled on nervously.

Remus looked at me appraisingly as though just by looking at me he could glean some information from me.

That look on regular days, in full intensity can have me crying in his arms confessing past indiscretions and embarrassing stories of my childhood, he just had this disarming quality, you could not defend yourself against, unless you could avoid his eyes. But his eyes were by far his most beautiful feature, the mixture of silver and gold together, each color prevailing over the other according to the nearness of the full moon.

I like to think that the gold is Remus, the pure beauty, that he sparkles in the sun, where he belongs, and the silver is the wolf, howling in the moonshine colored by its silver rays. They exist inside of him; bear traces upon him, scars of the wolf, wit of the boy, silver of the wolf and gold of the boy.

And Remus is gold.

"Thank you" he says, a sweet smile on his face, and I back away towards the door, with a simple nod, I leave.

"There you are! I thought you went to Remus?" James burst through the door to our dormitories, a permanent smile on his charming features.

"I did, but he needed his rest so I left." I lied through my teeth, hoping James' lie detecting skill were still asleep.

We left our rooms, strolling outside in the sunny afternoon, walking towards the lake, just the two of us, a gentle breeze sweeps through the few trees that circle the grounds, and ruffle our hairs in its passing.

We finally sit together beneath an old charmed apple tree, leaning our heads back, to rest from the hot sun; its long branches shading us from the scolding heat.

We turn to each other, a blissful smile of understanding, a flooding heat far greater then the suns' scorching blaze, travels through my veins. The smile disappears from our lips, we lean towards each other. Our eyes slowly drift shut. But in my minds eye I see him as clearly as ever. Full pink lower lip, moist from his tongue's earlier sweep, pale blue eyes blurred through a haze of lust, his glasses lay forgotten on the moss covered ground, long elegant fingers twisting his other hand in a tentative grip.

I smile at the sight and kiss him.

He opens for me quickly, my tongue swipes across his lips, caressing his full lower lip, before sliding into his mouth, to taste his sweetness. My tongue explores his mouth with great fervor, across his teeth, caressing his Platte, coaxing his hesitant tongue, to duel with mine, sucking it ardently and drawing it into my mouth, where his cautious tongue becomes bold and attacks my mouth with innocent exuberance, that makes my skin flush with arousal, my heart beats faster and my body tenses in anticipation.

We break off suddenly, abruptly.

And we both know what it means, know what it was we felt, we both sense it.

And we smile, and we hug, and everything is alright again.

It had been three days since the incident, the kiss, and we now feel closer than ever. Perhaps it's that the love we share is too deep to not be more than platonic? Or perhaps it's too deep to be more? Perhaps we had gone past the stage of lovers, past the stage of the physical?

And it feels right to be friends, and it feels good to know what we are, what we feel.

~ Remus p.o.v ~

A chocolate frog for me? I can't believe he gave me his last one! Me and not James. He took care of me, brought me food, charmed the shits clean and warm, helped me when I could barely walk.

I sat upright in the bed I occupied in the infirmary, a smile on my face, in fact I couldn't stop smiling, and not only because of Sirius' gentle care, but also for the first time in years I could remember a tad bit of information from my time spent as the wolf. All these years all I could remember was the pain of the transformation, but never had I remembered a single fleeting thought or feeling of the wolf, or his doings on the night of the full moon. But now my wonderful friends had saved me again, they had given me back what I desired most, the feeling of being human, even as the wolf. Last night I was Remus, at least for a mere second, I was there, I knew the wolf, sensed him, I think I have finally understood him.

The wolf was free and strong, I was nothing like that. The funny thing about it all, is that my current situation, my being a werewolf had in fact shaped my identity, made me the way I am, the fear of discovery, the knowledge that I am different, my anguish at being shunned, had all come about from this. Yet I felt weak, pathetic, my mind controlled by this wolf I had never sensed, or knew, because on the full moon, we had only met in passing.

Sure he was there in the back of my mind, occupying his own little black corner, but I have never known him, I had been too afraid, terrified I might be like him, scared of what I had read, of being vicious and cruel, of hurting.

Afraid that if I listened I would succumb to the evil in me. That I would relinquish the fight and be the wolf forever.

But last night I was in control. I was the wolf running across the ground, howling at the moon, tackling my new canine companion, beautiful Sirius. And I loved it. I wanted more. 

"Remus, dear I'm releasing you to your dormitory now, I can see that you are feeling well, so up you go, my lad" Madam Pomfery's words, shook me out of my revive. I glanced up into her deep brown eyes and smiled. It had always humbled me that she should care so much for me, treat my wounds and scars with utmost care, yet she would be strict and professional with my care. That she had put her arms around me after my first transformation in Hogwarts, which was also my worst transformation to date, she had cradled my injured body close to her, as a mother would, while I cried my fear and pain on her thin shoulders, my heart yearning for my own mother's presence.

Ever since that horrible first transformation, she had taken an almost motherly approach towards me, and would not allow me to do more than lie in the bed for at least two days after my transformation, helping me eat and regain my strength.

The older I got, the faster I regained my strength, which now made it possible for me to be well enough to be released to attend classes from the third period on.

I dressed quickly in my spare robes that I had brought to the infirmary last night, kissed Poppy's cheek fondly and left. I looked back at her one last time before the door of the infirmary shut closed, to see her smile serenely, as she always did when she saw me looking well and strong, the marks of my trauma healed once again, and I was ready to face another month of waiting for the next transformation.

I walked into our dormitories, finding James and Sirius lying on the ground, their heads and shoulders propped up on the headboard of James' bed, while they played "Exploding Snape", a new game they had invented a long time ago, was it in 2nd year or 3rd? I could not recall.

"Ha! Take that you greasy git!" yelled James with his usual enthusiasm. A smile on his excited face as his snape shaped cards exploded in a climatic boom that nearly singed his eyebrows off.

"James you idiot, you cheated it was my turn!" Sirius exclaimed a lock of black- blue hair, falling across his cheek, making his skin shine with a healthy glow, which is only surmounted by his beautiful smile. Oh my god, I am lost, lost in my desire for him, my anguished heart it seemed could take no more, until he had made it possible again, that there was more. How can one smile defeat another? How can his hair appear to be even silkier than before, the blue streaks more pronounced?

That the night's silvery light made him a god of the night, a sparkling star, but the sun was his perfect smile, his beauty radiant as it's rays of heat that caress me, their marks last after the sun had set. He burns me, consumes me and I'm lost. I both love and hate this feeling, that I would lay down my life for him, I know. That I will sacrifice my soul for him, I know. That he will know nothing of this torment, I'm sure of.

I shake myself out of this depressing thoughts, now is not that time for melancholy, not with him so near, so happy, so beautiful.

There will be time for that later, tonight when my mind will once again have free rein on my heart, where I can delve in dreams in which I touch him, caress him, love him. And he is mine, forever, my mate.

"Remus!" Peter exclaimed, in pleasure.

Both black haired heads turned, towards me, eyes of pale blue and purple trained on me in a calculated stare, assessing my appearance to determine whether I am well rested enough for their liking.

"I feel fine, no need to worry" I answer their unasked question.

There is silence for a few minutes as we all come to terms with last nights events. I to accept the end to my lonely transformation, them to accept that they had indeed ran through the grounds accompanied by a werewolf for the first time in their lives.

"Remus, it was so exciting…"

".. Wonderful..."

".. Felt a bit scared..."

".. But then you did that…"

".. And you ran off..."

".. Tackled me to the ground…
".. I remember most of last night, but..."

".. You were magnificent..."

We all broke into speech together, our elation bubbling, we could barely understand each other, but it didn't matter, we had waited so long to let it out, to finally talk about last night.

We laughed for hours as we talked of our adventure, a spark of exhilaration in our eyes, a touch of pleasure touching my heart. We felt no danger, no fear, we were great voyagers, in a quest to see all that Hogwarts ground had to offer, to learn of the forest's strange inhabitants, to search the forest in our illegal forms, learning of secret hide outs and beautiful sights, waiting to be discovered. And we were the lads for the job.

"Let's do it!" Sirius cried out in his breathtaking voice. .

"Do what?" asked James a questioning look on his handsome face.

"Write a map, not just any map, our map, it will have information of all the grounds that we cover in our nightly adventures and every thing we know of the castle itself, all the secret doors and passageways, how to sneak into Hogsmead. Everything! It will be like a guide for trouble makers like us, we could leave it here after we graduate and pass it on, to our kids, so they will know all our secrets and be the second best pranksters, after us, of course."

"I love it! We can call it the Marauder's Map, yes! It's a great idea" shouted James his enthusiasm getting the best of him.

Though it did sound like a great idea, to put down in writing all our discoveries for future generations, much like a historian does, but the thought of Sirius having kids, was not a concept I wished to accept, just yet.

We spent the rest of the after noon, adding more detail to the idea, then we had all decided what each of us will do for the map. We had also begun writing down all the information we already had.

"I think we need nicknames, what do you think James?" swallowed Peter nervously, his eyes shining with adoration and vulnerability. I felt my heart go out to him, hoping James will not shoot him down.

"I think that's a wonderful idea" smiled Sirius warmly. "Well done, Peter"

Peter flushed pink with delight at Sirius compliment.

But his eyes were on James, looking expectantly to be dismissed.

"I like it too, wonderful idea Peter!" James warmed tone, made Peter's already flushed face tint further with red streaks of pleasure, he did not often get a compliment out of James, and especially not from Sirius, because of their confidence, they had no need for such positive reaffirmations, that Peter needed on constant basis, I myself only knew of this because I had felt the same, before they had all learned of my awful secret.

"What should our nicknames be?" I inquired.

"How about Moony, for you Remus, Because of your persona on a full moon." Suggested James.

"Yeah, I like that too, it's not reveling for anyone other then us, who know the secret." Sirius sided with James.

And thus I was named Moony.

A few more minutes and we were all nicknamed. James was Prongs, on account of his mighty horns.

Peter was Wormtail, for his worm-like tail. And Sirius was Padfoot, for his silent padded feet.

No one could know of the reason for these nicknames, which had suddenly made our small close knitted group seem even more exclusive then before. We were no ordinary school kids. We were the marauders, a werewolf and three illegal animagus who take the shapes of a rat, a stag and a big grim-like dog.

And the writing of the map had begun that very afternoon.

"I cannot believe he worked us this hard! As much as I love quidditch, I don't enjoy doing the same strategy moves nearly 18 times in a row."

James limped into our room, dripping wet and shivering, he looked ready to collapse, and his red and gold quidditch robes were completely covered in mud as thought he had simply dipped them in the wet substance instead of using washing powder.

He went straight to the bathroom, as though he could sense my disapproval of mud, filth and dirt, being traced across our room.

He returned twenty minutes later, looking exhausted yet clean, his limping now barely visible, ruffling his wet black hair, that could not even be tamed by one of nature's strongest element, water, he sat down on his bed.

"Is Pierce driving you crazy again? Him being the new captain had really gone to his head, eh?" stated Sirius, a touch of worry in his eyes and compassion towards James that made my blood boil and my temper simmer.

Pierce was none other than Tom Pierce, a 7th year captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, in which James' was the star, the best chaser Hogwarts had seen in many years.

Pierce, was a chaser as well, and was just nominated both captain and head boy, so naturally he was determined to win both quidditch cup as well as house cup, before graduating, he was also buried in the library on his spare time, preparing for his N.E.W.T's .

"Yes, well his excuse is that Slytherin also has a new captain who is none other than Gregory Rash, and that he is known for being a sneaky cheater, with a lot of dirty tricks up his filthy Slytherin sleeve, and I agree with him. Now excuse me as I drop, I'm so tired it's hard to focus on anything but sleep."

We all said our goodnights and went to sleep, but I could not rest, my blood had stirred with uncomfortable warmth I could only associate with Sirius' loveliness.

He smiled at me, that's all I could think of, his beautiful red lips, stretched in a smile, just for me.

They were so red and full, his eyes trained on me, as those heavenly lips, whispered "goodnight" to me, just to me.

His purple eyes shining with happiness, even though he was so tired he fell asleep as soon as his head had hit the pillow, I could hear his peaceful breathing, the soft rustling of his bed covers as he sought to sink even deeper into their comforting warmth. I wanted to lay with him, in that bed, my arms wrapped around his exquisite form, caressing that silky sweet skin, trailing my hands under his blanket, traveling down his chest, over one taut pink nipple, feeling it harden and protrude from his chest, travel lower past his flat tummy, down his pleasure trail, until my hand cradled his magnificent cock,. Stroking warm fingers across the smooth strength, feeling him thicken in my hand. For me.

I laid back on my bed, closing my eyes, I let my hands run over my body, over my bare chest, where my fingers slowly traced around a nipple, a tingling sensation coursing  through my body, a wave of expectant pleasure.

But those were not my hands, no, when my eyes were closed like this, I could imagine it was him, my beautiful Sirius. His long elegant fingers, teasing my nipple. I couldn't hold back a moan of yearning at the thought of Sirius touching me. I licked my fingers and returned them to my aching nipple. Oh my god! It felt like his mouth, a wet tongue encircling the nub of nerves, I quickly did the same with my other nipple, sighing with contentment. I continued on, my hand, Sirius' hand, boldly trailing further, passed my stomach, onwards to my cock which he took firmly in hand. Stroking my already hardened organ.

It became harder to distinguish between reality and fantasy. I didn't want to return to reality.

Reality was me in bed wanking off to the fantasy of Sirius pleasuring me; there was no place for reality now.

The strokes became faster; my breath shallow as I sought my climax, Sirius' name on my parted lips, chanted like a mantra.

And faster, my cock was harder then ever before, I had to cum, but I refused to let go. Sirius' hand stopped its strokes suddenly, a teasing smile on his full red lips.

"Do you want release Remmy?" he whispered against my ear, his breath hot and sweet, caressing the aroused skin.

"Yes" I moaned, my voice cracking from my near orgasm, it was hard to think, hard to say no. I was seduced, taken over by him.

"Beg me, Remus, tell me what you'd like to do to me, tell me your fantasy"

I gasped in trepidation, to speak of my twisted desire to this beauty, to scare him away with my insane obsession?

But I said it anyway.

"I'd like to touch you, stroke you, bend your beautiful body. To lick at the curves of your chest, suckle at your nipples; wrap my mouth around your cock. I'd like to bury myself so deep inside of you, we could never part. That you will forever carry a part of me within you. Your body mine to please, only mine to touch, to kiss, to pleasure. That you'll be mine."

I rambled out my most secret thoughts; my mind controlled by a need I wished to assuage, but refused to end. I refused to end this sweet torture.

My hand began stroking my cock again, furiously; I closed my eyes, feeling a wave of intense pleasure wash over me, light sweat covered my body.

I licked my lips, tasting its salty taste, convincing my enraptured mine, that I tasted his sweat, his salty tang, on my tongue, on my body.

Shudders shaking my body now, I am so close. Sirius is urging me on, his sensual voice murmuring sweet words of love in my ear.

I cum. Imagining I had cummed all over his chest and hand. My semen coating his flat stomach, his face alight with a smile of satisfaction.

I had marked him as mine. He is mine.

I slowly regain my senses just in time to hear Sirius' first scream.

This is no shout of a startled boy, it's a shout of pain and fear, I have heard it before.

"No! Stop!"

Next in Of Beauty: of fights, betrayal, the map, and the meaning of
being a hero.
All of this and more, next time on Of Beauty.


Please R&R.
I promise more sex scenes in the future, as i said before, there just
wasn't room for it in the plot, but there will be.

I'd like to thank all of you who took the time to review; it means a lot to me.

Shadow Shi13- thank you, I hope you will like this episode as well.

Mystic Moon- well there was no "real" Remus/Sirius action, but I hope you'll like it either way. Besides I have to torment Remus a bit, don't you think?

Jasini- well, I hope you liked this; it was kind of EVIL right? Making poor Remus suffer so much, Damn! It felt good!

Well that's all for know, I'd love to hear any comments, criticism or ideas you might have whatever you can offer that will make this story better and me a better writer.

Thanks to all of you who took the time to review. I promise chapter 7 and 8 will not take nearly as long as chapter 5, is that ok?