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Chapter 7

"Black, your eye looks atrocious. I insist you see Madam Pomphrey immediately."

"She'll ask me where I got it and that would be a right mess to explain. Hey Poppy, Severus punched me in the face. But don't worry. It was in the throes of passion!"

"In the meantime however, I'm stuck having to look at that black eye and it is…most disagreeable."

"Enough with the compliments, Snape. You're making me blush."

The two wizards were lying in bed together. Deep purple candles sparsely lit the small room.

"I expect I should be going soon. Remus'll be expecting me," Sirius said whilst making no attempt to actually move. Snape laid his arm across the other man's chest in silent protest.

"He's been mental lately. I've got to go see to him. It's my duty as his best mate," Sirius explained aloud though he still was yet to stir. Snape grumbled quietly beside him and increased the pressure of his arm across Sirius' chest. Sirius grabbed for Snape's hand and never lessened his grip.

"I've really got to go. I can't stay," he said. Snape rolled to his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at his bedside companion.

"Then by all means," he said. His voice was its usual velvety hum and Sirius shivered. "Leave."

Sirius groaned and leaned in to kiss the other man. Remus would be managing fine on his own.


"That was bloody incredible," gasped Draco as he collapsed back onto the sweat soaked bed sheets. A few floors above the dungeons where Sirius lay with Snape, Remus had been quite busy with his own bedmate.

"Yes," agreed Remus tiredly. His voice was hoarse and he was exhausted. Draco Malfoy was many things, but demure in the sack was most positively not one of them. The pair had been at it for at least an hour. Guiltily enough, Remus had been wondering half the time when Sirius would be getting back as it had of late been their custom to dine together in the evenings. Had Draco known where Remus's thoughts lie, another fight would have inevitably resurfaced. It was known now to Remus that Draco could be a very jealous person. One who must be constantly cared for and spoken to. Oh and shagged, as well. Draco really liked to shag.

"Mmm," murmured Draco as he leaned in to cuddle Remus. Their bodies were damp and their skin stuck together a bit, an uncomfortable feeling for Remus. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes. Perhaps now he could get to sleep.

"Remus," whispered Draco softly as soon as Remus had reached the verge of sleep. Remus pretended he did not hear, but the blonde persisted. "Remus. Are you awake?"

No, he wanted to shout impatiently. But Remus John Lupin was a patient, understanding, and sensitive man so he turned his face toward Draco's.

"Yes?" he asked quietly.

Draco looked so young lying there in his arms and Remus was always disarmed when they were together like this and the youthfulness in Draco's face would flicker unexpectedly. It wasn't wrong, he would tell himself. Love doesn't have an age. Love…but Remus wasn't in love with Draco, was he?

"Do you like sex?"

Remus, once again in his life, was taken aback. Why was it he was always so unprepared for personal questions? Why the fuck was he so bleeding awkward, even as an adult? You'd think by now I'd be normal, even expert in such fields, he thought.

"Er…" he grumbled slowly, thinking for an answer.

"The answer should be obvious, Remus," Draco said, and of course he was right.

"Silly of me to pause and think about it, eh? Yeah, I like it," said Remus followed by an uncomfortable laugh.

"What do you like?" Draco pressed.

"I just told you…" Remus said. Why did he want him to say it? What exactly did it prove?

"What do you like?" Draco had lowered his voice to a sultry growl and his pupils were big.

Remus felt the hard on growing between his legs and he felt Draco's own against his thigh. The blonde brought his mouth close to Remus' chest and his heavy breaths were hot against his skin. He licked along Remus' collarbone until he reached his shoulder, which he bit roughly.

"Ah," moaned Remus in pain and arousal. He put his hands on Draco's hips and brought him up to straddle his lap.

"What do you like, Professor?" asked Draco, before leaning in to kiss Remus' throat feverishly.

"Sex," Remus breathed into Draco's ear. He remembered little flashes from the past. Standing at the front of the classroom, Draco sitting in the back with Miss Parkinson. He could have sworn she was giving him a hand job beneath the table but Remus had looked the other way. Later, he had thought about it…"Mr. Malfoy, if I could just have a word with you after class." "Sure Professor. Anything you want."

Draco pushed Remus on his back and began to move his mouth down his stomach. One of his hands remained near Remus' throat as the other fisted his cock.

"Mmm…"

"Like that, do you?"

"Yes," panted Remus, not wanting him to stop.

Suddenly, the hand near Remus' throat tightened and Remus couldn't breathe. Remus tried to knock Draco's hand off but when he did, Draco let go of his erection and Remus still wanted him to finish. So the werewolf laid there receiving a hand job and being choked, quite possibly to death, and imagining how horribly embarrassing it would be to die this way. Sirius would think it was hilarious. Probably wouldn't even mourn for him. He'd be too busy laughing…

Remus came at last and Draco let go of his throat.

"Fuck!" gasped Remus with his first gulp of air. "Bloody fucking fuck! Holy fucking…fucking…shite!"

"You all right?" Draco asked, a concerned and sexy look on his face. He had a bit of come on his chest and dripping all down his hand. Remus watched him dazedly as he licked some off his fingers.

"You just…you just…" stuttered Remus.

"I was just experimenting. Anyway, you liked it enough. You did come like a fountain," Draco stated, wiggling his fingers and lifting an eyebrow.

"Come like a… come like a…?" Remus' voice was rising above its usual alarm.

"Like a fountain, yes. It was lovely."

"I need to take a bath," he said, standing up from bed and slipping on his house robe that was lying messily on the ground. "You should leave."

"I can stay. Cook us some dinner or something," offered Draco as he slipped into another robe that was lying on the floor. Sirius' robe.

"Fine. Thank you," Remus said hurriedly as he rushed to the bathroom. "Be out soon enough."

"I'll put on some tea," Draco called as he left for the kitchen and Remus shut the loo door.


Sirius finally left Snape's bed and was currently standing outside of Remus' chambers. As usual, he didn't bother with knocking; he just walked right on in. As soon as he did, he wished he'd have knocked first.

"Draco Malfoy," he said to the blonde sipping tea at the kitchen table. Young Malfoy looked up and couldn't conceal quickly enough the grimace he had for Sirius Black.

"Black," he nodded politely and pointed toward the teapot. "Have a cup?"

"Don't mind if I do," said Sirius and he sauntered over to the pot to pour himself some. When he had, he stood by the counter rather than joining Draco at the table.

"What are you doing here?" Sirius asked conversationally.

Draco's eyes narrowed. "I'd like to ask you the same question." He pulled the sleeves back on his robe nonchalantly.

That's when Sirius realized whose robe Draco was wearing.

"Take that off, it's mine," he demanded haughtily.

Draco sniffed indignantly at Remus' best friend. "Should have known. It smells a little funny, doesn't it? Like dog."

Sirius shuffled his feet against the stone floor to distract himself. The last thing Remus would want would be for his best mate to murder his boy toy. But god was Draco a prick, and Sirius told him so.

"Prick."

Draco didn't waste a moment to respond. "Arsehole."

"Pussy."

"Bastard."

"Bitch."

"Fucker."

"Whore."

"Poofter."

"Ditto," countered Sirius, winking. Draco was still sitting at the table and Sirius still leaning against the counter when Remus walked into the room wearing a towel around his waste. His hair was dripping and he looked exhausted.

"Sirius, when did you get here?" Remus asked excitedly.

Sirius smiled at his friend and saw Draco roll his eyes into his teacup. "Oh a few moments ago. Young Malfoy got me some tea. Nice lad, he is."

"Yeah," said Remus, still smiling stupidly at his best friend.

"I'm gonna go Remus," Draco announced, standing up from the table and crossing the room to Remus, whom he kissed passionately. Then, without another word he left.

"He's cute," Sirius said.

Remus crossed his arms and furrowed his brow. "The walls are like paper around here. I heard everything you said to him."

Sirius frowned, a bit shocked and embarrassed of being caught.

"Thank you," Remus said. They both started laughing and Sirius poured Remus some tea with sugar.