A/N Tonks would be much better liked if this was cannon.

Chapter 8: Closer to You

Remus's hands shook as he turned to look at Harry.

"What am I going to do? I can't put you and Sirius in danger. I won't. I'll go, it will kill me to leave you, but I have to," He said struggling up from the bed.

Remus felt a strong pull to turn around and look at Harry. He was shocked to find that Harry was practically radiating power. He had only seen one other person do that before and that was Dumbledore. He knew that Harry had defeated Voldemort, although Harry hadn't yet volunteered the details, but he had no idea that Harry was this powerful.

"No. You are not going anywhere. Remus, listen to me please. You do not have to do this alone," Harry said firmly, "If we don't do something this is not going to go away. We can face this together."

Remus hung his head, "I'm sorry, Harry, but what can we do?"

"I know somebody pretty high up in the aurors, Kingsley Shackelbolt. Do you remember Sirius's cousin Nymphadora Tonks?" Remus nodded and Harry continued. "Kingsley was a good friend of hers, we can trust him."

"Was?" Remus asked, although he already knew the answer.

"Tonks was killed in my fifth year. Voldemort lured me and some of my friends to the Department of Mysteries hoping I would get the prophecy for him. Tonks was one of the Order members who came to help. She was dueling her aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange, when she fell through the veil in what they called the death chamber. If only I hadn't been so stupid!"

Remus put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry, no. You were only fifteen and she was a trained auror. You can't blame yourself. "

"Well, she did trip over her own feet and fall, but that's not the point. Please let me go to Kingsley with this. Off the record. I will not let them chase you away again."

Remus took a deep breath. "Okay, let's try Shackelbolt. I'm sorry for what I said earlier love. I'm not going anywhere unless you ask me too. "

Harry smiled, "Then you might as well get comfortable, you're going to be here a long time. I'll talk to Kingsley in the morning."

Harry came closer until he was standing right up against Remus, his whole manner changed and his voice lowered. "For now why don't we see what I can do to take your mind off of it?"

Remus stepped back from Harry very reluctantly. "Harry, I thought we were going to take this slowly?"

The young man smiled and stroked the werewolf's cheek. "Shhh, don't worry. Just get comfortable and relax. I won't get carried away, you are still recovering, and that is one relapse I really wouldn't want to explain to Hermione."

Remus smiled, "Just so you know that I don't expect anything from you," he said, still a bit wary of pressuring Harry, but making himself comfortable on the bed.

"That's one of the things that makes this so much fun," Harry said, settling so that he was on his side snug up against the other man. He gently took the older man's hand in his and began to gently trace circles on the back, occasionally changing his grip and letting his fingers slide lightly over Remus's palm.

Remus felt a shiver go up his spine as Harry touched him. Harry's fingers had now moved up, caressing the inside of his lover's wrist and forearm then sliding up his arm to gently massage Remus's shoulders through the thin material of his t-shirt.

Harry slid up so that he was lying half on the bed and half on top of Remus, continuing his shoulder massage as he felt the tension drain from his partner.

"Is this okay? I'm not hurting you?" Harry asked.

"Hmmm?" Remus said lazily. "Oh. It's wonderful, careful of my ankle though, it's still pretty sore."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." Harry said, sliding his hands up Remus's neck and then lightly tracing his lips, cheeks, and forehead. Remus was savoring what he thought might be the most content feeling he'd ever known, when Harry cradled his head and kissed him.

The kiss was soft at first, tender even. Remus made a small sound and slid his arms around the younger man, gently rubbing up and down Harry's back under his t-shirt.

Harry broke the kiss briefly, pulling off his own t-shirt and helping Remus with his before their lips met again, still softly, but with much more intensity. Skin on skin seemed to generate a heat all it's own, and both deepened the kiss to explore each other's mouths with their tongues.

One of Harry's hands continued to run through Remus's hair, while the other slid down to brush against his taught nipples. Remus moaned and tried to pull Harry down on top of him but Harry pulled back. The rough denim of his jeans was confining and he was desperate to feel more of his lover. He quickly slipped them off and looked up at the other man, the question in his eyes clear. Not wanting to break the intensity of their communication by speaking Remus motioned for Harry to come closer. Remus began removing the sleep pants he was wearing and Harry rushed to help, an unspoken agreement to remain in their boxers this time.

Remus once again pulled Harry towards him, brown eyes locked with green. Their eyes never wavered as Harry crawled on top of the older man and recaptured his lips. Remus reached around Harry and began to rub his arse.

His action had the desired effect as Harry thrust his hips down to meet Remus's own. The evidence of Harry's desire for him helped Remus to let go of his remaining inhibitions and he began thrusting against the young man passionately.

Harry kept his eyes locked with his lover's, their green depths alone showing Remus how much pleasure the heat and friction were giving him. They continued as they were in silence, eyes locked, hardness-to-hardness until Remus's entire body arched off the bed and he let out a loud, low, moan. The power of holding Remus's gaze through his orgasm set Harry off as well and he came moments later before dropping exhausted to the older man's side.