Alone and Together
I don't own 'Harry Potter'
This was wrong. It was so wrong. He knew that this was wrong but he was beyond caring at this point. What was the point in worrying about wrong when nothing was right? Sirius was gone and it felt like a black hole was in his chest, slowly destroying everything there was.
Hands grabbed at him, holding him painfully and tightly even as he was lowered gently to the bed. Lips were pressed to his forcefully, and though it hurt he welcomed the pain.
Pain was all he could feel right now.
There was no finesse or romance in their actions as they tore clothes off, gripped tightly, and bit each others lips. They could taste blood and smell tears, but holding on to each other was all that was keeping them going.
Harry gasped as the man pulled back, scraping slightly sharp teeth across his neck. It felt dangerous, and mad, and he couldn't help but want those teeth to sink in, binding him to the man above him.
He didn't want to be alone.
The teenager couldn't stop crying even as he welcomed the intimacy. Neither of them were in love with the other but they had both been in love with Sirius, and they had been determined to make it work. Now there was nothing to work out. They were alone.
Harry and Remus were alone.
Remus looked Harry in the eyes, amber-flecked green to emerald, and made a decision.
"Harry?"
The teen nodded, tears spilling down his cheeks.
"Don't leave me alone."
The werewolf nuzzled into the pale neck below him, dragging his nose back and forth across the pale skin – pale skin that he wasn't in love with – before stilling.
"Never."
He bit down.
A/N: I really like Remus/Harry :) Let me know what you think :)