*
Remus snuck down the stairs quietly, he just had to check if Moony's urges and instincts about Harry and Sirius being his mate were right. The night before he'd talked himself into thinking maybe he'd just been exhausted and disoriented and that was what had led to him thinking that he'd found his mates in his oldest friends. It didn't make sense for Moony to wait all these years of knowing both men, to suddenly decide that they were both his mates.
He shook his head at the thoughts that Moony was pushing into his head. Mostly they were of Harry looking amazingly sinful, lying intimately draped across Sirius's chest, bare again, though this time dripping with the rain he'd been covered in the day before. He growled at Moony to make him stop the delightfully awful images and finished creeping down the stairs. He edged around the stairs and down the hall, trying to be as quiet as he possibly he could be. Sirius and Harry were in the kitchen, he could hear them talking quietly and moving around. Remus silently pushed open the kitchen door, his head peeking into the room.
Harry was standing by the toaster, laughing and shaking his head, while Sirius sat on the counter next to the toaster. He leaned forward, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulder and yanked him around in his arms, Harry's back between Sirius knees. Apparently he was used to the older man's wrestling and playfulness. He just rolled his eyes at the hands ruffling his hair and smiled over his shoulder at Sirius.
"Sirius my toast is going to burn..."
"Yeah using the toast as an excuse." Sirius snorted and tightened his wrestling hold tighter around Harry.
"Fine but you asked for it." Harry laughed loudly and twisted around quickly, with surprising strength he grabbed the yelping Sirius and in what was supposed to be a forceful move he gently spun him around and onto the floor. He laughed again as he stood over Sirius and pointed down at him, "I win!"
"It's not my fault you're a big brute." Sirius grumbled playfully.
Harry helped him off the floor and then stepped back over to the counter. He pulled out his toast and let out a low sigh, "You made me burn my toast." He held it over his shoulder to show it to Sirius who stepped up close behind him and sniffed the toast over his shoulder before taking a bite out of it.
"It's not so bad." Sirius spoke around his burnt toast, on hand on Harry's other shoulder.
From the doorway Remus held in his gasping breath and let the door silently close. His body was shaking violently from the strength it had taken him to hold himself back from going into the kitchen and seducing the both of them. Why did they have to be so damn intimate and sexy with each other? Why did they have to feel open with each other and able to wrestle around without a care in the world? Didn't they know that they looked so bloody sexy when they touched each other?
Going to sit in the living room, Remus put his head in his hands. He just couldn't allow himself to be in the same room with the both of them again. It was too much of a risk with how physically affectionate the two men were with each other. He sighed again and shook his head.
"Remy is everything okay?"
Looking around Remus glanced at Harry in the doorway and shrugged, "Yeah I'm fine."
Harry nibbled on some toast and studied Remus, "You look a little pale. Are you hungry or anything?"
'Yeah hungry for you and Sirius's body.' Remus's eyes widened at his impulsive thought and growled inside his head at Moony.
A hand on his arm gained Remus's attentions again and he looked up at Harry who was pulling him up, "Come on Remus. I'll make you breakfast, Sirius went out to do god knows what."
The warmth of Harry's palm resting gently on his arm, made Remus slightly dizzy. His gut tightened considerably and he let Harry lead him into the kitchen. He sat in the first chair he saw and took a deep breath. Breathing in the other mans musky scent.
Harry hurried around the kitchen, his back to Remus. "So what was Moony doing last night that was so bad?"
"Well…Er he was just trying to influence me to be a bit more wolfish." Remus blushed and took the cup of tea that Harry was handing him.
The brunette chuckled, "Being a bit more wolfish? You? I think I would have loved to see that." He laughed again and shook his head, while pulling toast out of the toaster.
Remus leaned back in his chair, watching Harry stretch interestedly, "I doubt that Harry. When Moony takes over me…I become someone else. Someone more…"
"Fun?" Harry turned and sat in the seat next to him, a playful grin on his face.
Rolling his eyes at Harry, Remus took a drink of his tea before replying, "Sirius would probably agree with that…"
"The Medi-Witch did warn us that Moony might show himself more often now that you're awake. You know…since those two years he couldn't emerge from inside of you…" Harry frowned and picked at crumbs on the table.
"That might explain it." Remus sighed and stretched his legs out under the table, freezing when his thigh accidentally brushed against Harry's. He glanced up to see if Harry had noticed, but the man was staring out the window with an amused look on his face.
Moony stretched inside him, humming happily at the simple touch. Remus blinked, trying to fight back against the wolfs assertion over their mind. His leg slid forward the slightest bit, lightly rubbing against Harry's. his leg shook from the effort he was using too keep himself from taking Harry as his mate right there in the kitchen, across the table, bent over it...Calling out his name and whimpering for release….
Remus growled low in his throat as Moony finally broke through and stared at his mate. The growl had claimed Harry's attention. The man looked at him, his startling emerald eyes wide with confusion, "Remus? What's wrong?" he turned to look at him and in the process, his leg slipped between Remus's, his knee grazing the inside of the, wolfs upper thigh.
With another low growl, Moony leaned forward, fully intent on finally taking his mate as his own. Before he could a cautious voice called out, "Harry move away from the table."
A wicked grin pulled at Moony's lips as he caught sight of Sirius staring at him warily, he was aware of Harry backing away from the table slowly. But he was too busy staring at someone he already knew as a lover. And it had been too long since he'd touched the beautiful man. "Sirius…"
Sirius's hand was closed over hi wand, but his eyes sparkled excitedly, "Moony, missed me love?" He studied Moony carefully but said slowly, "Don't you have to go do something in your room Harry?"
The wolf tilted his head, his eyes narrowing on Sirius, as he listened to Harry move slowly towards the door. With a chuckle he startled both of his soon to be mates by sprinting to the door and placing himself in front of it, just as Harry got to it. Harry jumped back, his hand going to his wand, while Sirius moved forward quickly, moving in front of the younger man protectively.
"Are you scared of me Padfoot?" Moony's voice came out all husky and warm, his gut tightening as he caught sight of the hand that his younger mate had placed on his older mates hip, trying to back him up and calm him down.
"Of course not Moony…Why don't we just have a talk? Me and you, like old times?"
Mischievous warmth spread through Moony's body and he leaned in, focused on Sirius again, "Exactly like old times Siri?"
He was pleased to Sirius blush, and Harry's confused frown made it clear that he wasn't aware of their past relationship. The gorgeous man growled at him, "Moony…"
"You're no fun Sirius." Moony moved away from the door frame and leaned against the wall, a pout pulling at his lips. His mates were really going to have to loosen up.
Sirius practically shoved Harry forward and out of the room, finally relaxing when the younger man's footsteps could be heard on the stairs. He glanced at his very wolfie friend and shook his head, "Remus isn't going to be happy with you."
"Remus needs to learn to have some fun. Besides…" Moony leaned forward and grasped Sirius's shirt, "Remus isn't here right now." He pulled at the shirt and yanked him closer.
With a low gasp, Sirius tried to pull back, "What're…Don't! Remus is going to very upset with me…"
Moony spun the black haired beauty around, pushing him into the wall, "He'll be more upset with me, I promise." Lowering his head down to Sirius's neck, he nonchalantly licked up the side of his throat to his ear. He nipped the earlobe lightly and pressed his body into the hard body trapped by the wall, dragging another gasp out of Sirius. He grinned wickedly in the hollow of Sirius's neck and moved his hand inside the man's shirt, feeling his warmth and shaking body. He dragged his hand up, and then back down, his nails dragging down his chest to his navel. He growled at the soft hair leading from his belly button and down and pushed his hand into Sirius's pants, listening to his increased breathing.
He cupped his growing erection in his hand and nuzzled into his neck, "Mm, I've missed you Sirius."
Sirius arched into his hand, breathlessly moaning, "Remus…"
Anger sparked through Moony and he pulled back with a growl, "What did you call me?" His hand wrapped around Sirius's neck.
With a quiet whimper Sirius's ice blue eyes widened, "M-Moony…"
Tightening his hand, Moony leaned in, fully intending to punish his mate severely for thinking of his human counterpart during an intimate moment with him. Before he could punish Sirius, he smelled Harry in a room. As he turned to snarl at the man he heard him call out, "Stupefy." And as he fell to the ground, his gaze darkening, he was caught in Sirius's arms, safe and peaceful.
*
Rolling onto his back, Remus groaned at the stiffness in his body. Stretching languorously, he sat up slowly looking around the room. He was in his room, and from one glance at the window it was nighttime. But how did he end up in his room? The last thing he remembered was drinking tea in the kitchen talking with Harry…
Stretching one more time, Remus slipped off the bed and looked down at him self, someone had dressed him in black silk pajamas. Frowning he padded over to the door and pulled it open, intending to go look for someone so that they could explain to him what the hell had happened.
It seemed that Sirius wanted to make sure he didn't have to look very hard to fid someone because, as soon as he opened the door Sirius fell backwards inside. Apparently he'd been sitting on the ground, his back against the door. From where he laid on the ground, he smiled sheepishly upside down at Remus, "Hey Remy…"
"Sirius…?" Remus chuckled once and held his hand out to help his best friend up.
Once he was standing and oddly enough staring down at the ground, shuffling uncomfortably Sirius mumbled, "Are you mad at me?"
"Mad at you? I don't know what on Earth happened today." Remus narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Should I be mad at you?"
"You don't remember anything?" Sirius sounded relieved.
"No, would you care to tell me what happened please?" Remus sighed tiredly and walked back over to his bed.
Sirius followed him and sat next to him, "Well…I don't know what happened in the beginning but I came home from the market to find you...Well growling at Harry. When you looked at me I know it wasn't you I was dealing with, it was Moony."
Remus looked down at the bed, his heart beating rapidly. So Moony had taken over their body. That explained the big chunks of time missing from his memory. He let out a low sigh and shook his head, "What happened? What did he do?"
"Don't worry...Harry's fine. Moony didn't h-hurt anyone." Sirius blushed scarlet and subtly moved a few inches away on the bed.
Cocking an eyebrow at the stutter in Sirius's voice and the blush on his skin, Remus grabbed his arm to stop him from bolting, "What aren't you telling me Sirius? Did something happen with you?"
"It wasn't my fault Remus, Moony's insatiable! He does what he wants, no matter what anyone says."
"What happened?" Remus watched Sirius's face flush again and asked suspiciously, "Did you have...Did you have sex with him?"
Sirius scowled, "No of course not! He just kind of...fooled around with me a little."
Now it was Remus blushing, it was after all 'his' body Moony had been using, "Um...How far did it go?"
"Think of the first time anything ever happened between us." The brunette was quiet, his eyes on the bedspread as his fingers picked at it.
Biting his bottom lip, Remus looked down too. The first time anything ever happened between them was in the beginning of their seventh year. Sirius had followed him into a bathroom, teasing him like he usually did. But it had been close to a full moon and Moony had been strong, strong enough to take control of their body and seduce the other boy. He had pushed Sirius into a wall, practically ripped his pants off and jerked his friend off until he came.
"Oh... And um, nothing else happened?"
Sirius shrugged and pushed down the collar on his shirt. He had a large, vicious looking love mark on his neck, bright purple compared to the snowy skin around it. Remus reached out hesitantly, growling in the back of his throat at the possessive looking mark his wolf had left on Sirius's neck, "Damn it Moony...Does it hurt?"
With a low chuckle, Sirius shrugged again, "Not in a bad way."
Remus snorted and removed his hand, lying back on the bed fully exhausted, "Sometimes it sucks being a werewolf."
He felt Sirius lay next to him and smiled at his best friend. Sirius reached up to play with his hair, the feeling of his fingers carding through, made Remus shiver slightly. "I like Moony most of the time. He's fun and not as reserved as you."
A burning filled Remus's throat and he had to look away. It almost sounded like his beautiful best friend preferred Moony over him...
A gentle hand stroked the back of his head and forced him to look into Sirius's icy blue gaze. His older friend smiled and cuddled in closer, "Silly Remus. I could never like him better. He's much too pushy. You would have at least for permission before attacking me sexually."
"H-he's not more fun than me?"
"No of course not. You're tons of fun Moon pie." Sirius laughed and nuzzled his neck.
Sighing at the feeling, Remus squirmed around and grinned at Sirius, "Aw does Padfoot love little old Moony?"
Sirius rolled his eyes at Remus's baby voice, "Of course Padfoot loves Moony." He laughed suddenly, rolling on to his back, "Do you remember at the bottom of the Whomping Willow, what we carved into the tree?"
With a sudden laugh, Remus shook his head in amusement, "A heart...With carvings of two dogs in it. Oh! I haven't thought of that in years! Do you think it's still there?"
"It is. I checked at Dumbledore's funeral." Sirius smiled lightly at him and weaved his fingers through the werewolf's, "Do you remember what we did after we carved that?"
"Besides pledging our eternal love?" Remus snorted again and rolled his eyes at how absurd the two of them had been when they were seventeen. They had both believed the world was theirs for the taking and that they would never lose their youthful beauty, (well Sirius hadn't lost that, but Remus had and could prove it with his gray hairs), and that there would never be a love greater than theirs.
Rolling onto his side, Sirius grinned at him, "Yes besides that."
"Of course I remember." Remus could feel a rosy blush covering his face and was glad there was only dim firelight for Sirius to see him by. He gazed over at his lovely friend and felt him squeeze his fingers.
After the two had carved their eternal love into the Whomping willow, Remus and Sirius had for the first time made love. It had been a beautiful moment, one that Remus had yet to top and he held that night in his memory forever.
"You were so beautiful that night Remy." Sirius half sat up, his eyes looking closely down at him. "Still are."
Remus blushed wildly, his heart thumping crazily in his chest. He hadn't been this close to Sirius in a long time, "Siri..."
The brunette grinned at him and swooped down to peck his mouth lightly. He was sitting up again before Remus could really register that the man had kissed him. Remus closed his mouth in a goofy smile and watched interestedly as Sirius pulled open his shirt and then tossed it off the side of the bed, reaching down to do the same with his tight slacks.
"What on earth are you doing?"
Sirius rolled his eyes at Remus pointedly, "Honestly Remy, you've shared my bed before. You know that i don't sleep with my clothes on."
"You plan on sleeping in here?"
"Of course, I know of your nightmares Remus."
Remus blinked in shock and looked away. He had been having nightmares. Especially the night before, he'd dreamt of Harry and Sirius, that Moony had hurt them in the throes of what the wolf considered passion. He'd woken in a cold sweat, his heart beating rapidly and their names on his lips. He'd been so afraid...
A soft hand pulled his chin softly up, and he met icy blue eyes, warm despite their icy color. Sirius whispered softly, "I know you can only sleep soundly with someone trusted by your side. You trust me love."
"I do." Remus nodded and lay back, pulling Sirius down with him.
Arms wrapped around his side and he found himself cuddled in the others mans naked stomach. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. His oldest friend had his own smell, warm, comforting and slightly sweet, a welcoming and familiar smell. Lips touched his neck, a soft kiss, if it was even enough to be called that. It was more of a caress, a gentle, reassuring caress.
Leaning into the kiss, he reached his arm over his shoulder and let his fingers brush through Sirius's curly hair. It was so soft and unbelievably gorgeous. He resisted the urge to turn and run his fingers, or his lips against the hair, to feel and smell the locks, he knew it would only lead to more.
And that was not something he could allow. He wouldn't allow Sirius or Harry to be in the position to be hurt by his wolfish side.
*
Remus giggled at the feel of something tickling his collar bone, he swatted at the thing and scowled when his hand hit something solid. He grumbled when he was forced to open his eyes to see what that 'thing' was. He blinked sleepily and looked down. Curly black hair covered his right shoulder and chest. The hair was instantly recognizable. He snorted and swatted at Sirius's head again, "Oi...Wake up you lazy sod."
Sirius slapped at his hand and growled on his chest, making Remus laugh at the ticklish vibrations that wrought through his chest. "Stop moving! I'm comfortable."
Rolling his eyes, Remus relaxed again, knowing that if Sirius didn't want to wake up the odds that he actually would were slim to none. He stretched his body, enjoying the sensations and then gasped at the feel of a knee rising between his legs and pressing into his groin. "Sirius Black!"
"I told you to stop moving." Sirius had laughter hidden behind his words.
"Er...should I come back...?"
Both Remus and Sirius raised their heads at the same time, looking in the direction of the voice. Harry stood in the doorway, one foot on the outside of the room, like he was readying himself to run away. He was wearing an odd expression, one that Remus couldn't read.
He cleared his throat awkwardly and shoved Sirius off his chest, earning a chuckle from Harry and a growl from Sirius. "No of course not. Sirius was just waking up. Wasn't he?" He smiled patronizingly at Sirius and looked back up at Harry, his eyebrows raised playfully.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Well I wanted to wake you up because Andromeda floo called awhile a bit ago. She called to say that she would drop Teddy off in about an hour. She wanted him to spend a few hours here...With um...Us." His eyes shifted to Remus as he spoke and he shuffled uncomfortably.
Guessing that Andromeda wanted her grandson to spend time with him, the boy's father, Remus looked down looking at the bed again. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Sirius staring at him in concern and sighed, "Okay...Um we'll be right out."
With another confusing glance at the both of them, Harry nodded and left the room, leaving behind only his sinful scent. Remus sat up and rubbed a hand across his face, suddenly tired again, as though he hadn't just woken up. Sirius's hand closed over his knee, and he spoke comfortingly, "Remus don't be nervous. He's a lovely boy, and he'll just adore you."
"Mm...Well I'm going to take a shower." He grinned wickedly and tackled Sirius playfully, pinning him down. "And you my dear Padfoot..." he leaned in and nuzzled into his neck, before traveling up to his ear to whisper, "Are going to put your bloody clothing on."
Sirius pulled him closer, "I thought you liked me better when I had my bloody clothing off."
With a dark chuckle, Remus pulled back, "Just get dressed." He rolled off Sirius and moved to get off the bed.
He was walking towards the bathroom when Sirius shouted after him, "That wasn't a denial Remy!"
*
Remus hovered around the edge of the living, staring at the fireplace, waiting for the crackling flames to turn icy green and spout out his late wife's mother and the child he didn't know. He was worse than panicky. He was panicky and holding it in for no one to see. He didn't want anyone to see how dreadfully nervous he really was. What would they make of that? Would they think that he wasn't happy or excited to meet his child? He couldn't allow that. He had to put up a front that allowed them to believe he was just as happy as they were.
A hand enclosed over his and he squeezed it, knowing instantly it was Harry at his side. Harry was warm and solid next to him, and his hand was rough and calloused, probably from having grasped a broom handle so often. It was nothing like Sirius's, Sirius's were soft, the hands of a man who'd been pampered and spoiled many years of his rich, pureblood life. Remus knew that Sirius had been far from doted on by his cruel parents but they had never laid a hand on him, not daring to ruin the perfection of his body and face, something they saw as a very valuable item to sell to the highest bidder.
He glanced at Harry and smiled at the man, a fake smile but yet still a warm smile that he was unable to hide. Harry glanced back up at him, his smile reassuring. He moved closer to Remus, his body very warm, "Remus, you'll be fine."
"I know." Remus smiled again, trying to push a little confidence into his words and smile.
"You're fake smile may be convincing to Sirius but it's not to going to be that easy to deceive me." Harry nudged him and smirked.
Remus opened his mouth to reply but a loud roaring noise announced the floo was preparing. Before he turned his head to look at the fireplace once again, he caught a fleeting but intense blazing look burning on Harry's face. He meant to question it, but couldn't look away from the fireplace.
The fire burned green and swirled as he watched, he realized he was squeezing Harry's hand to hard when the man put a placating hand on his shoulder. He released it apologetically but the man automatically took it up again, gently though this time.
A woman stepped out of the fire, her black hair heavily speckled with gray and white. She stood tall, one hand swatting the dust and soot off her robes, while the other was twisted around her back awkwardly. Andromeda wore the face of Bellatrix but her plump lips were not curled in murderous disdain, instead her lips were twisted upwards, in a small but friendly smile.
Her dark eyes glanced around the room, stopping in a silent welcome on her cousin Sirius, who nodded in welcome. Her eyes moved to Harry's changing drastically and dancing with extreme happiness as she smiled at him.
Harry grinned back at her, "Hey Andromeda."
She grinned back before finally settling her gaze on Remus. Her smile faltered, long enough for Remus to feel uncomfortable under her intense gaze. He realized that she must blame him for Nymphadora's death. How she must loathe him...
When she spoke she spoke quietly, her words barely more than a whisper and yet he heard them like she were yelling and winced visibly, "Remus..."
"Andromeda."
He chanced a glance back up at her and was shocked by the look of sadness on her face as she studied him, "My dear man. I'm sorry I haven't come sooner." She moved quickly, her hand releasing from the awkward angle it had been in as she wrapped an arm around him and embraced him tightly.
Remus gasped and felt Harry let go of his hand as he hesitantly hugged his former mother in law back. He was shocked by how much her scent and body reminded him of his dead wife. He smelled the playful and sweet smell of Nymphadora all over the woman. Inside him Moony whimpered and howled, in mourning over the loss of the mother of his cub.
He felt a quiet whimper slip past his lips and he was sure only she heard as she pressed closer and whispered, "Remus, darling it's alright...She would have been so happy that you're alive and well."
"I wish it were she." He whispered back.
Andromeda wiped her eyes when she pulled back. She patted him on the cheek lightly and looked behind her, "I want you to meet your son. Teddy darling come here..."
With a frozen sheet pulled over him, Remus looked down at the toddler. He'd clearly been hiding behind his grandmother's skirt and was now gazing around with big scared eyes. His hair at the moment was a normal color, light brown, not unlike his own. He was absolutely adorable and so vulnerable.
For a long moment the father and son stared at each other, assessing the other as though they were potential threats that must be studied and cautious with at first. Teddy's eyes were big and scared as he took in his father's height and face. His eyes lingered on the scar that ran down the right side of his face and was faint in the current light but noticeable if seen at the right angle and up close. He pulled on his own hair as he studied Remus's and seemed to notice how alike they were.
His eyes squinted a long moment before he opened his mouth and let out a loud shout of cry's and sobs, his hair instantly turning a dark, ominous blue. Remus stepped as far away as possible instantly, pressing himself into the door, even as the others rushed in to coddle and comfort the boy. He could hear Andromeda hushing the boy, telling him there was nothing to fear, Sirius's promises of sweets and other various things if only he would stop crying and Harry murmuring quietly to him that Remus was good and a friend, a nice person.
Remus's heart thudded inside of him, slowly like it might give out at any moment. There also seemed to be an invisible band tight around his chest making it difficult for him to breath. He stared at what he could see of his son, in Sirius's arms with the other two still tight around him. He knew then that while the child was of his own flesh and blood, his cub that they would never be as he had been with his own father. He would not be the one the child ran to for comfort, wisdom or conversations about the future. He would not be the one to help the child through all the difficult things he would face in life.
No...It was much too late for that now. And he was not a part of the boy. His son had his circle of family and they stood around him now, Harry, Sirius and his grandmother. Those would be the ones the boy relied on, trusted and doted on with all his undying love. He would perhaps with time accept his father as a part of the people in his life but he would never be permitted to join the inner circle. He would never be as close to his son as the others. He may be trusted and cared for in the future but...he would never be the father he thought when he had first held his son in his arms.
Staring at the boys tightly closed eyes, Remus promised himself that no matter how that emotional separation may hurt him, he would do all he could for his son, even from a distance. He would make sure that his son and Andromeda would always be comfortable and never need or want anything. He set aside his own life to protect his cub and his cubs chosen few. Anything the boy ever needs from him and without ever having to think to ask, Remus would provide.
Even if it hurt him in the process.
*
A/N: heyhey hope you enjoyed. I'm thinking of writing a prequel to Tired of hiding and i'm going to be finishing up Amour Partage Par trois in the next couple of weeks. let me know what you think about the prequel idea! :) 3333
