I died when I finished Deathly Hallows. Luckily, it doesn't really change this. Hallelujah! As for this chapter, it's animalistic (which is new to me), and a new, deeper kind of smut (also new). It's rated a very hard R, so if you can't take them kissing ... skip the end. For the rest of you who thrive on puppy smut ...

Tell me what you all think, I desperately need the feedback (or I might need to put this on hiatus). Seriously, everyone, be brutal (it won't put me off, I swear!). Very, very brutal. I like it like that. ... Oh, the innuendo.

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Sirius transformed into Padfoot as Remus laid quietly, his fists clenched and face set, on the bed. Padfoot lay by the bedroom door, waiting for the moon, waiting for his playmate. Remus was no fun. But Moony – the wolf – always guaranteed excitement and a new adventure.

When Remus went rigid on the bed, Padfoot closed his eyes. He did not witness Remus' shaking limbs before they transformed, his nose lengthening, fur sprouting. In seconds, the wolf rose from the bed, sniffing the air – the very human air – around him. But one scent distracted him, and he turned his head to find the dog waiting for him. As the wolf jumped off the bed, the dog stood, tail wagging. The wolf approached slowly, verifying that this was indeed his pack mate.

With a playful nudge from the wolf's muzzle, the sign of acceptance, the dog's play began and he led the wolf into the greater part of the flat where it was dark and full of stimulating smells. While the dog circled the living room, the wolf went into the kitchen, the combined scent of people and food luring him to sniff at every corner, to lick the floors where food has once fallen, where the human's sweat had stained the floor.

But soon the wolf lost interest in the human and began to yearn for blood. Before he could act on his urges, however, the dog appeared on the other side of the table, begging for play from his pack mate.

The wolf started towards the dog, under the table, tangling his gangly limbs in the chair legs. Padfoot's tail thumped on the floor as the wolf struggled, first advancing then backing up, all in vain. Padfoot gave an impatient and amused bark, encouraging Moony to make it through the "jungle". Growing increasingly frustrated himself, Moony growled at the chair legs using his strength to push through to the other side, breaking a fair number of the wooden obstacles, splinters littering the floor behind him as he met the dog on the other side, who stood up to greet the pounce.

They rolled on the floor, playfully scrapping, their energies too high to do anything else but move all over each other. When the wolf bounded into the living room, mounting the couch, Padfoot was right behind him, toppling them both over the back of the couch as it came crashing down with the speed and weight they had thrown at it. The game of chase intensified as they circled the kitchen and living room, leaving scratch marks in the floors, dents and claw marks in the walls where they had lost their footing and slid, barking and howling, until they came crashing into each other, into the wall.

It seemed to go on for hours. The chase, then the wrestling, until Padfoot would release himself from the wolf's clutches and continue his wild path through the flat. By the early hours of the morning, the dog collapsed in the middle of the floor of the living room, exhausted. The wolf nudged him, trying to make him continue the game, but Padfoot would have nothing of it. He succumbed to the wolf's prods without argument, and Moony seemed to enjoy torturing the dog, walking away for long enough that the dog's eyes would close before coming back quickly and waking him up again and again.

The dog arose for another short game of chase, during which the wolf was more rowdy and enthusiastic as before, and the game was shorter than intended. The moon waned as the dog dosed off, and Moony became Remus again.

He collapsed on the floor next to Padfoot, who had finally fallen asleep.

"Sirius," Remus gasped, prodding the sleeping dog, but Padfoot merely snuffled and rolled over. "Sirius," Remus repeated, "wake up. Sirius."

But Padfoot did not move, nor make the slightest indication that he could hear Remus.

Remus, still slightly wolfish, lost his patience and stood up.

"Sirius," he said loudly, "get up." And when Padfoot still did not stir, Remus poked him with his foot. Once lightly, the second time slightly more firm. The third time he managed to push the dog across the floor half a foot. It was then that Padfoot looked up, saw Remus, and transformed into Sirius.

"The moon's over?" he asked, sleepily, and began to lead them to the bedroom. "Good, because I'm exhausted."

"The night isn't over yet, Sirius," Remus growled from the doorway, and Sirius, standing beside the bed, turned to look at him in surprise.

"What are you –?"

"Shut up."

"But, Rem–"

"Shut up," he repeated. "I'm about to fuck you through that mattress, and you need to shut up."

Sirius' eyes widened as Remus quickly closed the space between them, crushing their lips together and pushing him down on their bed. They fell backwards, but the awkward landing ended when Remus ground his hips into Sirius' and his tongue swept the inside of his mouth, tasting his mate.

"Remus –"

"I thought I told you to shut up," Remus growled as he pushed himself up to hover over the other man. When Sirius gulped, Remus whispered "good boy," and slid off of the bed and padded over to the dresser. Fumbling for a moment, Sirius could barely form a thought before Remus was knelt between his knees; warm, wet hands massaging his thighs, making them tingle as blood rushed to his erection. Remus was throbbing as he smirked, running his hands higher on his thighs, and then pulling once – twice – on Sirius, who gasped, closed his eyes, and drew his bottom lip between his teeth at the touch. And just as quick as he was there, Remus' hands were gone, smoothing the skin that stretched along Sirius' hips, ghosting his breath along Sirius' length. He brought his hands back to the inside of Sirius' thighs, coaxing them apart, before he brought his mouth down on Sirius' hardness as his finger, still wet with lube, reached behind to stroke Sirius' opening. As he brought all of Sirius into his mouth, he moaned and Remus pushed one finger into him. Sirius gasped and his eyes opened wide with shock to look down at his lover, but as he saw Remus slide off him and felt him slide out, he closed his eyes and threw his head back on the bed in ecstasy. Remus continued his ministrations, managing to push two – three – fingers into Sirius before he pulled out and off of him. He quickly rubbed himself twice as Sirius gasped in both pleasure and pain before Remus caught his lips passionately. As he guided himself to Sirius' stretched opening, Sirius' eyes opened again, wider than before.

"Ever done this before?" Remus growled, and Sirius' breath caught in his throat.

"I've – no – you should – have you?"

Remus smirked as Sirius stared at him in shock.

"In my dreams," Remus hissed, and pushed himself into him as Sirius let out a guttural cry, his breath tickling Remus' cheek. As Remus began to pull out, Sirius grabbed his hips painfully hard.

"No, that hurts," he breathed, but Remus ignored him as he continued to pull out until only his head was still in his mate, and then pounded back into him. Sirius cried out again, and as he thrust again, Remus could feel Sirius pushing himself onto him. Over and over, they pounded against each other before Remus stopped inside him.

"Is this okay?" he whispered tantalizingly in his lover's ear as Sirius pushed his hips upwards.

"Oh, Moony, fuck – gods," he panted, "fuck, Moony."

He pounded into him once, then asked, "Through the mattress?"

But before Sirius could answer, Remus drew back; Sirius drew breath, and was soon crying out as Remus fucked him from the inside out. As Remus came close to the end, he held himself above Sirius, still thrusting, and took his mate's throbbing hardness into his free hand and pulled until Sirius cried out once more with release and Remus exploded inside him.

He drew out and rolled beside Sirius, so they were lying side by side, staring at the ceiling, panting for breath.

After a moment, Sirius turned to look at Remus who had closed his eyes.

"Moony, that was –" he began, but couldn't finish, so Remus continued.

"The wolf," he whispered hoarsely. "That was the wolf. I hope I didn't hurt you too much."

And as Sirius silently stared at him in shock, Remus fell asleep.