Disclaimer: Still not J.K. Rowling, ah darn.
A/N: Well, if you checked out my profile you know that you are getting several chapters in this update. If you haven't then here's the thing. I have several stories that I'm writing right now, and I think it would be best if I did more than one chapter update at a time. So I'm doing several updates every Saturday, and since the first part of this story is done, I'm going to post the rest of that section today.
Chapter 4: Night Rem
We'd been together for a month, and sure we had to deal with the Hogwarts Gossip Chain, but we hadn't faced any real problems. Some people tossed us looks like we were freaks, but James was still regarded as the most popular boy in school, and most people didn't mess with the most popular boy in school. So, really except for Snivellus saying we should get our badges taken from us, there had been no real problems. I was finally with the boy I had been in love with since I was twelve, and I was accepting that that was how I felt. Since he crawled into bed with me everyday, I didn't have nightmares anymore.
"What do you want to do for Valentine's Day?" James asked one night when we were lying in bed. The four of us had gone up together, and after waiting for a little bit, we suspected that Sirius and Peter were already asleep. I gave him a look that told him I hadn't thought about it, and probably didn't care if we did anything or not. "We've got to do something. We're the most watched couple in the school, we have responsibilities."
"We are required to participate in the greeting card holiday?" I asked amusement evident in my tone.
"Don't call it that," James pouted. "It's the holiday of love, and I want to celebrate my love."
"You know there are much better ways then getting me flowers and chocolates to celebrate loving me right?" I asked, moving so that the ache I almost always carried for him pressed against his leg. He growled, and pulled me so that both of our aches pressed against each other. "Though if you want to get me chocolates I wouldn't mind that."
"Love, you wouldn't care if it was Arbor Day, Plimsoll Day, or Tuesday, I could still get you chocolates." He pointed out, and we shared a laugh for it was true.
"Tomorrow's Tuesday," I said excitedly, maybe he didn't just throw it out there. There was a possibility he had gotten me chocolates. He laughed before kissing me, so maybe there weren't chocolates, but this was good too. While he kissed me he pressed his ache back into me, and I returned the favor.
"I want you," he growled as he started to leave a trail down to my pulse point. "Do you want me?" He asked before he started to suck on said point.
"I always want you," I groaned. Why did he always want me to use my brain when he was doing everything he could think of to make that task difficult. "But when I have the sexiest man in the world in my bed how could I not?" He laughed against my neck.
"That's where you're wrong," he argued, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin he had found, causing me to shudder under him. "It's I that have the sexiest man in the world in my bed."
"Oh my God," We heard Sirius shout. "I love you two, want you to be happy and everything, but that is not how that argument is supposed to go."
"What is he talking about?" I asked James.
"Pads, what are you talking about?" James asked looking at the curtain that hid Sirius' bed from us.
"You're supposed to think you're the sexiest man in the world, not another bloke." Sirius explained. "Like when I say I'm the sexiest man in the world."
"No you aren't," I argued. He was right, we had had this argument a few times, always jokingly, because we didn't really care who got the title as long as in the end we all decided the three of us were tied.
"See," his voice sounded like he had just shuddered. "You aren't arguing that you are the sexiest man in the world, you're arguing that he is."
"Well yes, but have you seen this boy Padfoot?" I asked, rocking my hips into James. I smiled as his head tipped back as he groaned.
"Oh God," Sirius shuddered. "Look, if you must be lovey-dovey, and if you must have sex, then please for the love of all things good, put a silencio on you curtains." He begged, we laughed, but did as he asked. Maybe we should just keep one on there so we don't have to worry about Sirius and Peter overhearing us.
"I was doing something," James remarked, "before I was so rudely interrupted." I tugged his face back down to mine. "Oh yes, I remember," he said before he captured my lips again. I had never kissed a girl before, alright so I was untouched by anyone that wasn't named James Potter. Then if your name was James Harold Potter I had been touched many times, in many different ways, except for the one I wanted to be touched in. I had a point to make though, I had never kissed a girl before, and even though I knew James had, I don't think the way we kissed would be the right way to kiss a girl. Sure it always started gentle, for about two seconds before our tongues were thrusting into each others mouths, and we were fighting for control.
Groans echoed as well as moans, sighs, and whimpers when one of us moved away to catch a breathe and the other trailed kisses down to their pulse point. I loved his pulse, somehow it made me feel alive. Yes I was a werewolf, and not our archenemies, so I was alive. Its just before I was with him I felt like I didn't deserve to be alive, I was a monster that shouldn't walk the streets of our world. With him I felt like the wolf was something I only needed to deal with once a month, and the other 27 to 30 days of the month I was his Remus. I had something to live for, and maybe had something that lived for me.
"I want to try something," James whispered in my ear. There was this thing about being with him. I knew we always went to bed in our pajamas, but somehow they always came off, and I never really knew when. So when he said this we were laying in the same position we were before the kiss, him laying mostly on top of me. We were just as naked as the day we were born, which was fine with me. If I had my way this boy wouldn't even know what clothes were. I looked at him questioningly. "Would you mind, turning over?"
A million questions still soaring through my mind, I did as he asked, keeping myself up so that my ache didn't press into the mattress. I felt the tip of his wand tap my back, and a cold feeling shot through the lower half of my body. "Tell me to stop if you don't like this," he offered, as he spread my cheeks with his hands. I nodded, having an idea of what he was going to do, and a slight thrill shot through me when I felt his tongue move from the spot between my balls and my asshole, and up to the small of my back. I couldn't decide which place I liked his tongue the best at. He laughed at the sound I made, and if it wasn't for the fact that I had to get him to do that again I would have joined him. If I hadn't already been in love with him, I would have given him my heart for moving his tongue again.
Then he changed his movements and placed a kiss right where I knew the hole to be, this didn't feel quiet as good. Sure he was a genius when it came to kissing and cock sucking, but this was not something I wanted his lips to be a part of. He must have realized I didn't like that quiet as much, and he pressed his tongue against it. That was better, and when he started to rock his tongue up and down that spot, I moaned for him again. This was much better, and then he increased that by flicking his tongue in and out of it. I moaned again, and he followed suit, causing me to do it again.
There was just one more thing I needed if he was going to continue doing this to me. So making sure I was able to hold myself up on my legs and one arm, I started moving my hand down to my ache. He must have sensed what I was doing, as his hand reached around to catch mine, and when he squeezed my wrist, I moved my hand back to it's original position. I was about to beg him, when his hand wrapped around me. As his tongue massaged my backside, his hand stroked my ache. Time had a way of not really existing when I was with him, so it could have been seconds, it could have been minutes, hours, or days. I wasn't really sure, and as I focused on the feel of him stroking and massaging me I couldn't care less. It wasn't long or maybe it just wasn't long enough, before I called for him and came.
"I'm gonna say you liked that," He said as I collapsed on the bed. I laughed into my pillow, shakily. It took him a little longer then it did me to regain his composer after he came. A minute later I was pushing myself back up, and moving to knell beside him.
"Down," I ordered. He looked at me like I could ask nicer. "I'm going to do the same thing to you, and show you just how nice it feels. Now down." I explained, though my voice was to gruff to say I had said it nicer. Still his excited smile said he didn't really care if I was nice about it or not, and he complied with the order.
"You have a nice ass," I said as I took up my position behind him. "Have I told you that?"
"No," he answered, as I spread his cheeks with my hands.
"Hmm, well you do." I replied as I bent down to start with the thing I really, really liked. How I remembered the spell he had uttered that got me ready for it, I'll never know, but I did.
"Thanks," he tried to say, but I pressed my tongue against the spot between his balls and asshole and it came out slightly jumbled. When his word had been cut off all the way, I trailed my tongue up the line of his crease, and towards the small of his back. I knew how well I liked this, so I did it a few more times then just the twice. I probably might have done it on a subconscious level to make sure he knew how well I had enjoyed it, on a conscious level I did it because I really liked doing it. I don't know if it was the thrill of giving him the pleasure he had given me, or something else.
I tested the kiss on his hole thing that he had done, and he pressed against my face. I rolled my eyes, he would have to think that was enjoyable since I didn't. Knowing he liked it, I did it a few times as well, listening to the sounds he made as I did so. When I got through with that, or maybe I just wanted to go onto the things I knew he would actually really like, I pressed my tongue against it and rocked it up and down. He made a few more sounds and pressed against my face, and I smiled knowing he was enjoying this as much as I had. I did this for a little bit, and then swirled my tongue against the hole, flicking it in and out, and swirling it again. He made another sound of pleasure, and even though he hadn't done it the first time, I was pleased to know I had finally been able to give him an idea. Remembering what I had felt when he moaned, and feeling one bubbling up in me, I let it out, and he showed how much he liked that as well.
I moaned against him, and swirled and flicked my tongue a few more times before I remembered the one other thing I had needed him to do. I felt his arm twitching with the need to do it himself, and I reached around before he could to help him out. I continued doing the things I knew he liked, like just rocking my tongue against him a few more times, moaning to hear the sound echo from him, and swirling my tongue along the rim. Whenever I swirled my tongue, I would do the same motion with my thumb against the tip of his head. He warned me that he was going to come, and I flicked my tongue, and did the same thing with my thumb against his tip. Then he was calling for me, and I was pressing my tongue in as far as I could as he pressed back against my face as he came on my hand. As he crashed against the pillows, I cast a quick cleaning charm that, even though that hadn't been my intention, also made my face and mouth feel clean as well. He flipped over lazily, and I curled into his side.
"Holy shit," he sighed before he turned to kiss the top of my head.
"Amen to that," I agreed.
"Can we do that every night?" He asked eagerly.
"No," I said as I looked up at him. He looked down with a pout.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because then our cocks will feel left out," I explained.
"They had our hands," He argued.
"Not the same thing," I laughed as I nuzzled into his chest.
"No, you're right, vic-a-versas and everything." He said, I nodded though I was beginning to get to tired to understand what he was saying. I think he was getting to tired to understand what he was saying. "I love you Moony," He mumbled. I looked up again and saw that his eyes were beginning to close.
"I love you too Prongs," I whispered before placing a kiss against his chest. I don't think I knew what it would be like to be with James Potter when I had a crush on him. I guess I thought it would be just like being his friend, only better. This was an alright way to describe it, on the basic level. We still did everything together, only this time we usually were touching in one way or another. Be it walking down the corridors to class with Padfoot and Wormtail, and us holding hands. Or him pulling my back against his chest when we had sneaked down the kitchens and were asking the house-elves for food. Or when the four of us were studying in the Common Room, and he would sit with his back against the couch, me sitting in between his legs, his arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder, and me with the book held in front of us as I read out loud. Yes being with James was just like being his friend, only a lot better.
At least that was what everyone else was able to see. Padfoot suspected, and Wormtail didn't pay enough attention, but James knew that since we had gotten together I hadn't had a nightmare. Being able to sleep well had increased my strength, and though the full moon had occurred just a few days after we had gotten together, it had been my easiest one yet. I hadn't even gotten as sick as I normally do, and I attributed this to the fact that I had the energy to heal faster.
Not to mention that when we had sex it was amazing, or whatever we had because we hadn't actually had true intercourse yet, I was still considering myself a virgin. Still there was so much more to it then just sex and sleeping well, and a stronger friendship. There had to be or I wouldn't be ready to say I was in love with him, but I was. It was the fact that finally I felt like I had a future, like somebody was going to be there when the safety of Hogwarts was taken away. I don't believe we had been mated yet, and even when I finally did consider myself no longer a virgin, I don't think it would be that simple. Still when I was lying in his arms, and I felt them tighten around me and he mumbled something in his sleep, I felt like maybe I had found forever. I didn't want to sound like a sap or anything, but I had finally found my future. I had a future, and that is what made being with him so amazing. He had promised me to give me everything I never allowed myself to dream of, and as simple as it sounds, a future is all I ever wanted.
I don't know how he did it, but sometimes he would sense that I was thinking instead of sleeping. He would mumble "sweep," in his sleep, and I knew he was calling for me to join him. I always chuckled as quietly as I could, before putting my head back on his chest and closing my eyes. Yes I felt like I had a future, and I hoped that I was able to keep it as long as forever. Even if I wasn't given that long, I would still enjoy the time I was given.
A/N: Night Rem, night Rim...anybody else catch that? I was trying to make it obvious what the chapter was about without coming out and saying it. What do you guys think?