Disclaimer: I do not own any characters created by J.K. Rowling.

WARNING: SEXUAL SCENES IN THIS CHAPTER!

Chapter Thirty-Three

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Harry jolted awake, his heart leaping in his throat.

Fumbling blindly for his glasses, he felt the cool metal and slid them onto his nose. Glancing around the bedroom, he felt relief relax his muscles. Nothing was unchanged, everything looked exactly the same as when he'd closed his eyes to sleep. So, what had woken him up so suddenly? Teddy was sound asleep in his cot, and the rest of the house remained silent. Not even the breeze outside could make it creak, it seemed.

With a frown, Harry swung his legs out of bed and sat hunched over, his fingers digging into the edge of the mattress. Something had woken him up, and he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until he'd figured out what it was.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end.

Turning on his bed, he squinted out of the window. It wasn't a full moon that night, so there was no excuse for anyone to be out in the garden at such an hour. Yet, when he looked, the garden was dark and empty. Frowning, he picked at his bottom lip before a grumbling sound caught his attention.

The sound was growing louder.

There were no cars or bikes on the street, and nothing in the back garden. With a frown, Harry looked up at the sky just in time to see a blinding light flash through his bedroom window. With a yelp, he launched away from the bed and the window, memories creating ghosts behind his eyelids as he ducked down beside Teddy's cot, silently praying he didn't wake the kid.

Peering up over the railing, he saw the light split into two bright spots. Steadying his breathing, he straightened up. Though his heart was thudding in his chest, he came to realise it was due to excitement and the taste of adventure as opposed to fear. The lights somewhat diminished and that's when Harry was able to make out a car. A flying car! His face split into a grin as he hurried to the windowsill and shoved the window open.

Ron's face grinned back at him, as well as that of George behind the steering wheel and in the passenger-side was … Ginny?

Harry frowned a little. Something didn't feel right about Ginny being in the car. Where was Fred? A heaviness dropped into his gut as he remembered George having explained to him at Christmas that his twin had died. He felt a wave of guilt flood him.

"What're you going here?" Harry found himself asking.

"Taking you on an adventure!" Ron grinned. "Come on, throw on something warm. We can't hover about all night!"

Harry leapt into action, blindly dressing himself in the dark -he was sure he'd put his jeans on back to front and he wasn't convinced his socks matched, but it didn't matter. Adjusting his glasses on his nose, he grabbed hold of the window frame and shimmied out onto the ledge. Ron grabbed for his free hand and helped haul him across the gap and into the backseat of the car. The door clanged shut and then George was steering them off into the air.

The tops of the tall houses in Islington shrank away to small pinpricks down below. Harry couldn't stop himself from grinning and peering out of the window, taking in London from such heights. He didn't even seem to care that Ginny -grown-up Ginny -was shooting him glances over the back of her seat and in the rear-view mirror. All he cared about was how exciting everything was!

That's when he heard the grumbling sound.

"Oh my God! Is he mad?!"

All heads turned to look out of the right of the car; there on his bike and cruising along the clouds as though there were actual motorways, was Sirius aboard his motorbike. Decked out in a long leather jacket, leather riding gloves and goggles across his eyes, his grin was the only recognisable thing about him. He raised his hand in a salute.

That's when Harry noticed Draco sitting on the back of the bike, clinging to Sirius for dear life -even though Sirius had no doubt cast numerous safety charms on the both of them -his blonde hair looking white in the moonlight. Harry grinned and rolled down the window.

"DAD!" he yelled against the wind. "YOU'RE MAD!"

"The only way to be, son!"

"DRACO! THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER!"

Draco wasn't brave enough to do anything that would jeopardise his hold on his cousin's waist. Yet the fact that he was even on a bike, dressed in a borrowed jacket and goggles from Sirius, was such a difference to the arrogant pre-teen he'd been that it made Harry positively giddy. He wondered how else the blonde had changed since his time living with them?

Leaning back into his seat, Harry rolled the window back up, breathlessly grinning as the car and bike drove onward. Sirius even swerved a little and almost went upside down, which terrified the blonde clutching onto his waist, as well as make Harry's heart jump into his throat.

"So, where are we going?" Harry turned his attention back to Ron.

"We're going back to my place," Ron grinned easily, reclining back on the seat. "Wanted to recreate some experiences with you. Besides, we can play some Quidditch now that it's getting warmer."

Harry grinned, "That would be great!"

Ron and George chuckled. "Mum will be delighted to have you back," George commented, keeping his eyes trained ahead so as not to get caught on any church spires. "Sirius said you can even spend the night, if you want."

"Oh, I … I didn't pack any other clothes."

"That's alright. We have a few we can shrink down for you, no worries."

Harry tried not to grimace at the thought of wearing baggy hand-me-downs. He'd always had to wear Dudley's and the thought churned his stomach, even if the clothes were only being borrowed off his friends. Still, he pushed the thought aside as he glanced out of the window and realised an even bigger issue was about to come into play.

"What about Draco? Is he allowed to spend the night as well?" he asked.

There was a tense silence in the car. Harry swore he could see Ginny grinding her teeth. Thankfully, George was the one who broke the silence. "It's entirely up to him. Sirius and Dad would just need to talk to the Minister and get it signed off. But if Sirius stays for the day then it shouldn't be an issue. It is a Saturday after all."

Harry tried to relax as Sirius and Draco sped off into the darkness, swallowed up into the clouds, the lights twinkling out. Driving through clouds was bizarre but also sort of cool. As long as they didn't get struck by lightning, Harry would even say he'd enjoyed it.

It was just after sunrise when the car glided down into a field of waist-high grass before slowing down into a clearing. As they climbed out into the fresh air, Harry gazed up at the strange house that stood proud and misshapen before him. He grinned. It looked fantastic! In front of the house, Sirius and Draco were already there, the bike parked, and their leather gear discarded and packed away. Draco's hair was a mess, a rare sight even these days, whereas Sirius' hair was a hopeless knot of curls. Harry sprinted across the grass.

"Dad!" he yelled just before he launched himself as his godfather.

Sirius caught him just before being hurtled to the floor and swung him up onto his shoulders. "You CAN'T sneak up on me, pup, you know that!"

Harry laughed. "Yeah, well I can always try!"

Draco smirked at the two of them before rolling his eyes with a shake of his head. The Weasley children drifted out of the long grass, bleary-eyed and stretching. Ron's gut gave a growl. "Well, I think it's time we got food in us." As they all filed into the house, Ginny looking especially mopey with her arms crossed and her head bowed to the floor, Draco hesitated by the doorway. Ron paused while everyone else went ahead. "What're you waiting for?"

"I just … with everything that's gone on between our families, does your mum really want me in here? Am I even allowed?"

"What do you think you are, a vampire? Get in and have some breakfast. Merlin, Malfoy."

Draco shot him a glare before stepping into the house. Once upon a time, he would have sneered at the hand-knitted blankets, cosies and décor that seemed to little almost every surface, the mismatched furniture and the bright ditsy-flower wallpaper. He would have blanched at the side of a rough brick fireplace and the small windows and the sheer fact that the house looked like four houses stacked on top of one another. Granted, an echo of the urge was still there but at the same time, it was being trampled by the one thought that seemed to wind him; this place looked loved, like a proper home.

Not like the manor.

Shaking the thoughts aside, he followed the voices into the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was already there, having started cooking breakfast shortly before their arrival it seemed. Everyone else in the house appeared to be asleep.

As soon as Draco sat down at the far end of the table, Harry saw and hurried over with a small mug of tea and sat himself down next to him. Sirius was sat on the other side, looking surprisingly at home considering how rarely he and Molly saw eye-to-eye. Across the kitchen, Ron helped serve the large platters of food, a piece of toast clenched between his teeth. Harry's eyes went wide at all the food before him; sausages, fried eggs, crispy bacon, stacks of toast and hash browns.

Sirius chuckled, "Wipe that drool off your chin, pup. You're allowed to eat as much as you like."

"Oh yes, do Harry dear," Molly's simpering voice echoed out from the fireplace where she was brewing another kettle. "There's plenty more where that came from, so everyone get stuck in."

For once, Sirius didn't react to Molly's insistence of Harry eating. He piled a little bit of everything onto his and Harry's plates, setting them down along with more tea, before turning to Draco. "What do you want, Draco?"

"Uh … I'll just have toast."

Sirius furrowed his brow. "You can have more than just toast, Draco." He lowered his voice and nodded towards the other teens at the table. "This lot won't bite you; I promise."

Draco felt heat creep up his neck. "Just toast is fine," he murmured, keeping his eyes fixed on his empty plate.

Harry worried his bottom lip as Draco accepted a mug of tea and a plate with three slices of toast on it. There was a small pot of homemade strawberry jam, but he didn't reach for it like he would have at home. He was soon lured into a conversation with Ron about what Quidditch used to be like at Hogwarts. Draco perked up a little upon listening to the conversation, but unless he was directly addressed, he didn't contribute a word on how much of a thrashing the Slytherin's used to get. Harry felt discomfort squirm in his gut at how quiet Draco was being, almost as though the blonde boy was trying to appear invisible. Under the table, Harry nudged Draco's leg. He jolted, his eyes snapping up and landing on Harry. He frowned in question. Harry felt his cheeks blush a little, before he offered a comforting smile. Draco returned it, slightly, before Harry's attention was dragged back to the talk of all the shenanigans he apparently got up to at school.

Honestly, he wouldn't have believed he and Ron had flown an old car to Hogwarts if anyone else had said so. However, Ron's words synced up with the flashes of memories that floated in his minds eye.

Once breakfast was over, Harry was told to follow Ron so that he could get some clothes sorted out.

The Burrow had one huge staircase that connected about five floors together. Harry kept craning his neck back to make sure he got a good look at everything. He followed Ron's tall frame near to the top of the house. Two doors were sat across from one another, with a trapdoor above the landing that led up to the attic. Wasn't there a ghoul up there? Harry shook the notion from his head and went into Ron's bedroom.

He blinked owlishly around at all the bright orange posters on the walls, depicting a Quidditch team. The Chudley Canons? They sounded familiar. Harry watched as the players zoomed in and out of sight along the walls and felt his stomach flip. He really missed being able to go flying after studying. Shaking the thought aside, he turned just as Ron tossed some old jeans and a t-shirt at him.

"These should fit," he said, ducking back into his wardrobe to rifle through his jumpers. "I can adjust them for you either way. Ah, here, a non-Weasley jumper for you."

Harry rolled his eyes with a grin as he gathered the garments in his arms and went across the hall to the bathroom. He came back, holding the jeans up around his waist and drowning in the t-shirt and jumper. Despite his improved physique since de-aging himself, Ron would always be taller and lankier than Harry ever would. Holding out his arms and closing his eyes, he tried not to wince as Ron waved his wand and magically adjusted the clothes on his person. The magic tickled and prodded a little, but soon the clothes fit him as snuggly as though they were his to begin with.

"Thanks Ron," he grinned.

Tucking his wand away, Ron cocked his head to the side with a small smile. "It's so weird that you're twelve again," he mused.

"I know. It feels weird."

"Are you getting any more memories coming back to you?"

Harry shrugged, shifting a little on his feet. In truth, more and more memories were flitting through his mind but none of them really clung on for long. A small blush crept across his cheek. "I … I do remember something about Valentine's day. Getting stopped by one of those weird dwarves Lockhart had roaming around."

"Ah," Ron bit back a grin. "You mean Ginny's valentines poem about you?"

Harry nodded. "I still feel a bit embarrassed about it. It's weird, it's not like the stuff you get in muggle cards. Pickled toads and blackboards and anything else you find in the dungeons with Snape."

Ron couldn't help it. He let out a loud laugh. "Oh, bloody hell I've missed your sass!" he wiped at his eye. "Honestly, dude, she was eleven. I was impressed she even had the guts to write the thing at all, let alone let a dwarf tackle you and it in front of everyone."

Harry felt more embarrassment creep up his neck. He fiddled awkwardly with the cuff of the jumper. "I feel like I've hurt her in some way. The way she looks at me … it's strange. Like she's angry at me but also wants to just talk to me."

Ron sighed and sank down on the edge of his bed. "It's hard for her since the war, Harry. She thought you would have developed a proper relationship with her since sixth year and I guess it just … didn't."

Harry clenched his eyes shut. He barely understood anything about having a crush. His only romantic experience right now was whatever he witnessed with his Dad and Remus. He didn't want to say 'ew gross!' out loud, but it wasn't far-off from what he was actually feeling. "Are you angry about that? That I didn't date your sister?"

Ron frowned. "I guess … I guess I was pissed if you did and pissed if you didn't. Pissed, because she's my sister and you're my best friend and thinks went to Hell -I wouldn't want to take sides. However, I'd also be a bit big-brother and defensive if you didn't want to date my sister because she's pretty awesome."

"Do you think I should apologise?" he eventually said, his voice strained.

"Maybe," Ron hedged. "I know she's like to have a proper conversation with you about it all. However, I think that can wait until you're all grown-up and actually remember all the things you've done."

"Well … what're we gonna do now?"

"We're going outside and playing Quidditch of course!"

~0~

"You know, just because you're twelve doesn't mean I had to go so easy on you," Draco groused, the weight of the old cleansweep bruising his shoulder as they trudged back across the hills towards the Burrow.

Harry grinned as he took long strides to keep up with everyone. "You went on easy on me?" he grinned cockily. "Are you sure you're not just getting old?"

"Oi, brat, just wait until you're the right age again and we can have a rematch. I'll beat you into the ground."

Ron snickered as he swiped his sweaty hair out of his eyes. "Sure things, mate, we'll see who the better seeker is when you're both eighteen again."

Harry rolled his eyes, "I love Quidditch, so I won't say 'no' to another game, even if it is just to beat you again."

They made it back to the Burrow before 4pm. The Quidditch had helped alleviate some of the tension, especially from Draco's perspective. While he never expected to be welcomed with open arms, it was clear that Ron and George were at least warming to his presence. Ginny was still standoffish, but he didn't entertain any ideas of friendship between the two of them. They'd played two-on-two and rotated who was the referee, and Seekers had to pass the quaffle as well as keep an eye out for the snitch. It had gone relatively well, with only a few incidents where someone would fall off their broom and onto the muddy grass below.

Draco was one of those people.

"Eurgh I can't believe I have to Scourgify this when we get back," Draco grimaced down at his shirt. "It always leaves the fabric feeling itchy afterwards."

"I can lend you one of my shirts if you like," Ron said, nonplussed.

Draco's stepped stuttered, falling behind everyone else. "Why would you do that for me?"

Ron paused and frowned over his shoulder. "Itchy clothes suck?"

"Surely, it's the least I deserve, right?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Malfoy, I may never be your biggest fan but for Merlin's sake, holding a grudge is just exhausting. That's coming from me! You remember fourth year?" he said, shooting Harry's retreating form a pointed look.

Draco nodded. He remembered fourth year, watching as the golden trio fraction and nearly ended all because of that damned tournament and petty jealousy. Surely, Ron would have decided NOT to be jealous after he'd seen the Hungarian Horntail?

Ron shrugged, "Then you know that I can hold a grudge. If I weren't even slightly convinced that you'd changed at all, you wouldn't have seen any of us for dust. However, Hermione insists you've changed and I'm seeing it, I am. I'm trying to be … grown-up about all this shit."

"Grown up how?"

"Well, Hermione and Harry used to say about how none of us had a choice in the war and … yeah you were a right foul git, but … you had that creepy fucker living in your house. I'd be scared shitless! Hell, I'd be DEAD!" he raked a hand through his red hair. "I only a few encounters with that son-of-a-bitch, but Harry faced that monster year after year, saw through his eyes and had him living in his head. I … I don't think many of us were given many choices of the last year or so, and the ones we did have weren't … favourable."

"No," Draco felt his throat grow tight. "No, they weren't."

Ron let out a laugh, casting his eyes out across the yellowish fields stretching around them. "I never thought I'd be having a civil conversation with you, of all people, about the war."

"You and me, both."

"Hermione would be proud."

"You should write and tell her," Draco said, adjusting his grip on his broom. "You might get to cop a feel out of it."

"Oi! That's my girlfriend, you git!" Ron jokingly punched him in the arm.

"Believe me, she's all yours," Draco said. "She's not really my type. And before you even think it, no it's not because of her blood status. It's more to do with her gender status."

Ron furrowed his brow for a moment before he stopped dead in his tracks, nearly causing Draco to smack into his back. "Oh! So … you mean you're …?"

"Gay?"

"Uh … yeah?"

"Yes, I am."

"And … your parents are um … do they even know?"

"Mother does. I told her not long before our trials. I think she was too exhausted and fragile to really hate me for it. Not that I think she does. I told her because, if I had gone to Azkaban, I felt she needed to know."

Ron nodded; his lips pursed. "What about your dad? I can't imagine he was too pleased about it? Blood status and all that?"

"Jury's still out on that, I'm afraid."

"You mean you never told him?"

"I did," Draco sighed. "I wrote him a letter not long ago. He … hasn't responded."

"That sucks, mate. You didn't just write to him to tell him his only son's gay, though, did you?"

"Of course not!" Draco snapped, before softening his tone. "It was just a general update on how our trials were, how Harry had spoken for us and how Sirius had been appointed by guardian and that I had to learn to do things the muggle way. The gay thing was just … a silly after thought."

Ron stopped at the crest of the last hill, the others looking like little red ants as they walked away from the base of the hill towards the burrow. He looked at Draco and reached out to give his shoulder a tentative squeeze. "I know what it's like to want your parent's approval, I really do. Although, the way I see it, for substitute parents, Remus and Sirius are pretty great."

"Yes, they are."

They changed to lighter topics as they descended the last slope and went inside. They packed the brooms away, careful to vanish any dirt from their shoes so that they didn't track mud in on the carpets, before they each took turns to shower quickly and refresh themselves for dinner.

When Draco emerged from his brief shower, he changed into the clothes Ron had leant him and immediately balked at the sight of himself in the mirror. Storming into the redhead's room, he found him lounging on his bed reading a Quidditch magazine.

"Is this meant to be a joke?" he snapped, tugging at the t-shirt. "This is a horrible colour on me!"

Ron cocked an eyebrow at him and smirked a little. "Aw, now don't say that. I can't dye your hair, but you have to have something orange on you at dinner. Got to blend in with us."

"In a CHUDLEY CANNONS T-SHIRT?!" he reached for the hem and started to claw it off.

"Hey, now, don't do that. He'll be so disappointed."

"Who?"

"Wow, Draco, you have one too?"

Draco turned on the spot, the shirt bunched up over his arms and his shoulders. Harry stood in the doorway, drowning in a borrowed shirt identical to the one Draco was trying to throw off. The preteen was grinning up at him, his hair a little damp from the shower. He swallowed thickly, suddenly aware that his midriff was still exposed.

"Yes," he gave a strained smile, shooting a glare at Ron. "I have one, too."

"That's amazing, now we're a pair!"

Draco felt his jaw clench at the words. Glaring at Ron, he mouthed, 'I will end you.' Ron shot him a smug smirk and a wink.

~0~

Sirius sighed and hunched over the handlebars of his motorbike. They'd gotten home shortly after 10pm, Molly having insisted that they all stay for dinner. Sirius had sent a patronus to Remus to let him know that they would be late coming back. Dinner had gone a lot smoother, the Quidditch game between the teenagers had seemed to do the trick to alleviate some of the tension, and also get George outside having some fresh air. Overall, it had been a good day, especially to seeing everyone so free-spirited.

He'd tucked the boys into bed, given Teddy a goodnight kiss on the forehead and went straight out to his bike shed to have a moment of peace to himself.

"I thought I'd find you out here."

Sirius jerked his head and smiled softly as Remus walked in carrying two mugs of tea. He handed one to Sirius and then closed the shed door before leaning back against the workbench. Sirius took a drink and sighed gratefully. "Thanks, love."

"Long day?"

"Yes," he rubbed at his eyes. His muscles felt like lead, but his mind was too wired to sleep. "How was your day with Andi and Teddy?"

"Well enough, we had a fire-call with Narcissa and had tea by the hearth. Almost like a little picnic. Apparently, it's becoming a weekly occurrence at least between those two, which is good."

"Well, those two have needed to hash this shit out for decades."

"No arguments there."

Sirius drained his mug, hissing a little as the liquid scorched his throat. He swung his leg over his bike and moved over to Remus, setting his mug on the workbench. "You know," he murmured, trailing his fingers along the cable knit of Remus' cardigan. "I've always had this fantasy of screwing around in here."

Remus snorted. "Have you now?"

"Mmmm," Sirius grinned, cupping his boyfriend jaw and leaning up to trail, hot scratchy kisses up the taller man's throat. "Just to have you naked with your legs around my waist -such a sexy thought."

Remus chuckled, blindly setting his mug down behind him. He skimmed his hands around Sirius' waist, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his oil stained jeans. "You're the one looking sexy in muggle clothes."

"I'd look sexier without them."

Remus grinned wolfishly. "I'm afraid, I'd have to see it to believe it."

"So, do something about it."

Remus let out a little growl as he roughly clawed the t-shirt over Sirius' head and tossed it aside. He drew Sirius closer and sucked on his throat, his finger tangling into the dark curls and holding tight. Sirius grunted and pressed his lover harder against the bench. His jeans were unbuttoned and pooled around his ankles. He kicked them aside, before he shoved his tongue down Remus' throat. They gripped and pawed at one another, nipping and groping everywhere they could reach. Remus threw off his cardigan and undershirt, bearing his scarred body. Sirius barely glanced at them as he rutted against his boyfriend, gripped his arse and made a deep moan emit from his lover's mouth.

"Like that, Remus?" he growled, biting his ear. "Tell me what you want."

"I -ah! -I want to fuck you, Sirius."

"Oh yeah?" he palmed Remus' cock through his trousers, his stomach flipping as he felt just how hard the man was. "How do you want to fuck me?"

"I -I want to fuck you on your bike."

Sirius pulled back, his grey eyes widening with lust. "Really?" he breathed huskily. Remus nodded, his eyes changing to amber. "Oh fuck, you're so hot."

Remus flipped their positions so that Sirius was bracing himself back against the workbench. He was breathless, his chest heaving as he panted and salivated as Remus stood before him. He watched the amber-eyed man sink to his knees, take Sirius' cock in his hand and slowly stroke it once -twice -three times before his went mouth enveloped him.

Sirius let out a loud moan, his head falling back as his knees weakened. It was slow at first, the burn building inside of him maddening, but when Remus started to take him in deeper, he was beside himself. His cock throbbed as Remus took his whole length into his mouth. He gripped the man's hair, urging him up and down, over and over, until he felt himself reaching that edge –

"Fuck, Remus, stop! I won't be able to last!"

Remus sat back on his haunches and licked the salty precum from his lips. "I have to have you. Now."

Sirius nearly dropped to the floor as Remus straightened up and slid out of his trousers and underwear.

Pressing himself up against his lover, their hard cocks rubbing together, Remus pressed a searing kiss to Sirius' mouth. "Do you know the spell to …?"

"Prep?" he breathed and nodded. "Yeah -yeah -just give me a sec."

With a small intricate pattern woven with his fingers in the air, Sirius performed the naughty spell he'd learned years ago from Witch Weekly. It was a little uncomfortable as his body adjusted to the probing nature of the spell and felt a shudder run through him as the cool slickness appeared.

"Ready?" Remus asked, his breath hot on his mouth.

Sirius nodded, "yes -yes! Fuck me, Remus!"

In one swift motion, Remus hooked Sirius' legs out from under him, pressed him back down onto the workbench and pressed the head of his cock against Sirius' hole. "Want me to be gentle?"

Sirius looked at him as though he were mad. He grabbed a handful of the brunette's hair and bit his shoulder, earning a deep growl that was more wolf than man. "I said I want you to fuck me, Remus."

Remus braced himself against his lover's chest and pressed in, his knees quaking as the tight, wet heat of his lover engulfed him, sending electricity shooting through every nerve ending. "Fuck, you feel amazing!"

Sirius panted heavily, feeling his thighs strain as Remus pushed deeper inside of him. He moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head as he accepted every inch of the lycan. "Ah -Remus! Please, give me more, I need more baby!"

Remus growled, his amber eyes flashing as he started to thrust his hips, slowly at first as though experimenting with the best angle, before delving deep into his lover. Sirius' head banged against the shed wall as he yelped in surprise, the noise quickly turning into lustful pants as Remus picked up his speed. Sirius clung to Remus; his blunt nails digging into the mans bare back as the workbench rattled with every thrust of those hips.

Bracing himself up on his arm, he managed to steal several open-mouthed kisses, saliva smeared over his mouth as he nipped a trail down Remus' jaw, his throat and back again.

"Thought -you -wanted -me -on the -b-b-bike!"

"I do."

Remus lifted Sirius' hips enough for the man to obediently wrap them around his waist, before he was hoisted off the rough work bench and gently rested on the long leather seat of his bike. It was cold to the touch, the shape of the seat lifting his lips further into the air, giving Remus much easier access over him. The first thrust was at a new angle and perfect for Remus to hit his g-spot.

"HOLY FUCK REMUS!" Sirius clapped a hand over his mouth, his head knocking back against the controls. "Shit -shit -shit! Do that again!"

"Did I find the perfect position?" Remus smirked down at him, the predatory gleam in his eyes making Sirius' cock jump to attention.

"Yes! Keep going, keep going!"

"It's so sexy when you beg like a good boy," he growled, resuming his thrusts with greedy eagerness.

Sirius moaned and yelped and gripped Remus wherever he could as every thrust pushed him to the brink. He tried to keep his eyes open, to drink in the sight of his lover towering over him, but the pleasure was almost blinding. He raked trails down Remus' back and spread his legs wider.

"I'm your good boy!" he whimpered, "I've been such a good boy for you, Remmy!"

"Does my good boy deserve a treat?"

"Yes, fuck yes!"

"Then don't come until I tell you to."

"Rem-u-u-u-s! I can't hold on much longer!"

"Be a good boy and it'll be worth it, I promise."

Sirius let out a pitiful whimper, a tear gleaming at the corner of his eye. Remus wanted to kiss it away, but the wolf was guiding the reins now. He hooked Sirius' legs over his shoulders and continued to piston his hips over and over, hitting that sweet spot and felt himself swelling with the need to release. He was so close; he could feel it coming -spots flashes in front of his eyes –

"Fuck, Sirius!"

He worked his hips tirelessly, hunching over and clutching onto the handlebars to help him as he came deep inside his lover. Sirius clung onto him his eyes clenched as he was filled. Before he lost sensation in his legs, Remus pulled out as soon as he'd finished, and took Sirius back into his mouth, working him vigorously until he felt the older man convulse underneath him, his own orgasm ripping through him as he came in Remus' mouth. Sirius' hand gripping his hair painfully tight, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream of pleasure. The tear raced down his cheek as the last drops of his orgasm rippled through him.

Wiping his mouth, Remus braced himself back over the handlebars and pressed a tender kiss to Sirius' forehead. "That was …"

"Yeah," Sirius panted, staring up at him with his blown eyes. "You really … unleashed the beast."

Remus ducked his head, blushing. "Merlin, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

Sirius chuckled and tenderly stroked a hand down his lover's jaw. "It was amazing. You're so sexy."

Remus chuckled. "Sure, you say that after the sex."

Sirius swatted at his arm. "I say it all the time."

Rolling his eyes, Remus forced himself upright onto his unsteady legs. The room stank of sex, sawdust and machine oil. He helped Sirius to his feet, and they dressed with great care, each movement taxing their overexerted bodies.

Sirius took the remaining tea, not cold, and tossed it outside into the grass. Holding both mugs in one hand, he murmured 'nox' at the shed, extinguishing the light, and used his free arm to loop around Remus' waist and draw him closer. He leaned his head against his lovers shoulder as they made their way back up the patio steps and into the warmth of Grimmauld place.

Once in their room, they undressed and slid beneath the sheets completely naked. Through the darkness, they caressed and kissed, skin brushed against skin as though their fingers were mapping out every contour of the other. The musky scent of their previous arousal mingled with the crisp night air that still clung to their skin. Eventually, they fell asleep curled into one another's arms, not realising that they hadn't thought to use a silencing charm until the following morning at breakfast.

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