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Chapter 9: Only

The wolf could smell him. The musky, rich, earthy smell swirled in and out of his nostrils, tantalizing. Oh God. It painedthe wolfto not be able to see him. An anguished howl escaped his elongated mouth, echoing into the dusky corners of the Shrieking Shack. Tonight the Shack would be haunted, by the phantom want burning inside of him, howling angrily at the moon. His golden orbs pierced the shadows, searching, searching.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a stag stole inside, a rat balanced between its antlers. The wolf rose up on it's hind legs, his sharp teeth bared in a snarl. But something didn't seem right. He shouldn't be growling at them. The stag lifted up its head, baring its elegant neck. The sign of submission. The wolf cautiously moved forward and experimentally sniffed its neck.

Friend, the smell spoke to him, calming. He dropped down onto all fours. But where was he? The one he needed, wanted. Another howl ripped from his throat, piercing the night air. A shaggy, large, black dog bounded in, tongue lolling in excitement. The wolf sniffed the air.

Yes. Mate.

And suddenly his anguish didn't seem so consuming, so threatening. Overbearing. So he played, and played, and howled, and slept.

And he was happy.

Remus awoke the next morning, groaning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Fucking hell," he muttered sullenly, his head pounding. The mornings after full moons were always the worst. It felt as though someone had decided to whack him on the head with a sledgehammer. It hurt.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!" a voice sang out merrily from his left, and he immediately winced at the loud ringing sound.

"Hello to you too, Prongs," Remus replied sullenly, rubbing his temples to try and ease the aching in his head.

"How are you feeling," James asked, his eyebrows creasing in worry. He always got like this after the full moon. Remus was tempted to call him Mum.

"Fine," he replied shortly, letting his hands drop back down to the white sheets. Remus looked up and was surprised to see the scruffy haired boy studying him intensely.

"Sirius is completely beside himself with worry, you know," James whispered, noticing how Remus stiffened beneath the sheet.

Darting a look around the otherwise empty hospital room, Remus arched an eyebrow.

"Sure seems like it," he bit out, sounding bitterer than he'd meant to.

Probably off shagging some girl, Remus thought, hope he's having a bloody good time. A warm hand squeezed his shoulder.

"He really loves you, you know," James stated, as if telling Remus about the lovely daisies by the window.

Remus's jaw clenched.

"And you of all people are telling me this why?" Remus groused.

Hazel eyes darted to the floor in shame.

"Look, Moony, I know I've been a real prat this week. I'm sorry," James muttered, glancing up guiltily at the sickly boy.

"Finally figured that out, did you?" he snapped, scowling at the ruffled form beside him.

"Yeah. It takes a while for me to get it through me thick skull. I can be a bit slow sometimes," James joked, trying his best to ease the tension radiating between them.

"A bit slow? A bit slow?" Remus laughed, sounding slightly hysterical.

"Alright! I was being a right bloody git, and I deserve to be stuffed," James consented, bowing his head.

Remus sighed.

"You realize that you totally ruined the only chance I ever had with Sirius, don't you?" Remus whispered, his voice catching.

James's only response was the wicked gleam that lit up his hazel eyes. Oh, he had something good planned. Yes, he did.

Sirius shifted restlessly among his bed sheets. He couldn't sleep. And there was that noise, music maybe?

He glanced over at the clock on his bedside table; the neon lights flashed 3:00 A.M. Sighing in resignation, he slipped out of the covers, letting his bare feet hit the cold wooden floor. The winter air flowing in through one of the open windows raised goose bumps along his arms, and he shivered. He threw on a white t-shirt that clung tightly to his form and a black robe, leaving it open. Hey, he didn't know who was down there. Smirking and failing to notice the emptiness of Remus's bed, he crept silently out of the dorm room. The polished stairs creaked softly under his feet, but no one slept light enough to wake because of him. Except Remus.

Remus…the name rolled through his mind tantalizingly, and Sirius closed his eyes, trying to push the ever-present thoughts of his best friend away. He shoved open the portrait door, ignoring the sleepy reprimands coming from the Fat Lady. The sound, that music, sounded clearer. It seemed to be coming from somewhere near the Astronomy Tower. He listened intently, following the sound to the bottom of a stairwell.

Higher and higher he climbed until finally he reached the door to the Astronomy Tower. So it had come from there. The door squeaked as he opened it, but the person didn't seem to notice. As Sirius stepped into the room, he noticed with surprise that the person playing the music was Remus. A mahogany bench gleamed under him, and his dexterous fingers flew across the white and black keys.

The music stole Sirius's breath away. Melancholy notes rang out, filling the air with an anguished song. And the water…

Remus was crying. Tiny droplets cascaded down his pale cheeks, falling onto the white keys, and Sirius's heart gave a painful squeeze. It was the most heartbreakingly beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The music seemed to almost flow through Remus. Stepping back into the shadows, Sirius continued to watch. He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. Not once did Remus halt throughout the whole song, even though Sirius could plainly see his shoulders shaking.

The song ended, a sharp note ringing out into the cool dark night. Sirius couldn't take it anymore, standing there watching Remus cry. It made him ache with sadness. He walked over and sat down gently next to Remus, wrapping the warm robe around his still shaking shoulders. The golden curly haired head snapped up, and amber orbs widened in surprise. Sirius's hand came up to wipe away the tears, not even realizing that he had salty drops flowing down his own face.

"Sirius…" Remus breathed, a sparkling droplet curving around his quivering bottom lip.

"Don't cry. Please don't cry," Sirius whispered fiercely, a shaking hand reaching up to wipe the tear away. His thumb pad, roughened from handling a broom, traced Remus's bottom lip tenderly, and a small gasp emitted from the parted pink lips. An ache rose inside of Sirius, and he wanted nothing more than to take the trembling boy into his arms and kiss his tears away.

Amber eyes searched his own, and their faces moved involuntarily closer together, seemingly pulled by some sort of magnetic force.

"God, Sirius," Remus whispered desperately, "why do you keep doing this to me? I can't take it anymore."

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," Sirius choked, his warm breath mingling with Remus's own. Suddenly, there lips were crashing together and tongues were tangling, stroking and nipping anywhere they could reach. Sirius ran his fingers in Remus's hair, tugging him desperately closer. This hunger was insatiable. He needed more.

Remus's hands slid up the front of Sirius's shirt, pressing into the hard muscles of his stomach and chest. Sirius groaned, breaking away to nip and lick down the pale throat offered before him. He heard Remus gasp, and nimble fingers tugged on the hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards. Sirius stopped, allowing enough time for Remus to pull the shirt over his head and for him to rip off Remus's own.

They crashed together again, electric jolts racing through veins at the fiery contact of skin against skin. As Sirius ran his hands over every inch of bare skin he could reach, Remus wrapped his long arms around Sirius's waist, pulling himself onto the warm lap in front of him. Their hips ground together, and both boys moaned at the delicious friction it created between them.

Sirius pushed up hard, slamming their erections together, and Remus keened, arching into Sirius. The burning pressure built up in Sirius's groin, and he didn't know how much longer he could last. He nipped at Remus's bottom lip, trailing his lips across the pale smooth jaw. His white teeth tugged gently on Remus's earlobe, while still thrusting shallowly against him.

"Remus," Sirius whispered, the name rolling off his tongue like a forbidden pleasure, and Remus cried out, rocking his hips faster. And suddenly Remus threw his head back, letting out a sobbing moan as he pulsed against Sirius, and, ohfuck, it felt so good. Watching Remus come against him did it for Sirius, and he gasped out Remus's name, shititfeltsofuckingbrilliant, thrusting wildly against him. It was the most earth shattering orgasm he'd ever had.

Still shaking in pleasure, Remus leaned his sweaty forehead against Sirius's and panted softly, "What exactly does this mean?"

Sirius nuzzled Remus's glistening neck and replied, "That I love you."

Remus tugged Sirius's head back up, amber eyes blazing.

"What about all the…girls?" Remus asked, trying warily to read his expression. He didn't want his heart broken. Not again. But after tonight, if Sirius pushed him away, he didn't think he'd be able to take it. Being so close to Sirius had felt amazing, and Remus couldn't live without it now.

Sirius clasped Remus's face in his hands and stared intensely into those startling golden eyes.

"They were nothing, a distraction. It's you Remus. It's always been you. Only you," he whispered, kissing him soundly on the lips.

Remus pulled back, breathing hard.

"That's good," he panted harshly, "because I love you too."

And Remus was happy.