Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, but because she is awesome, she lets us take her characters and places, and twist them into different stories then the one she came up with, and I will take advantage of this privilege.

A/N: This is the last chapter in today's update!

Chapter 6: First

One night in late May we decided to take a break from studying for our finals, and Sirius pulled out one of the many bottles in his drink stash. Lily had shaken her head at him, but a few well chosen compliments and a few more quick smooches in her right places and she was putty in his hands. We were just sitting around talking about nothing when Peter decided to play the "I've Never" game. Sirius loved this game, but we had played it so many times it had gotten a bit boring. When you live with the people you are playing the game with, how many things can you not know about them. So the first time we'd played, we found out it was quiet a lot, but after sometime the questions had become redundant. This time was different though, we hadn't played with Lily yet.

"Okay," Lily said when Sirius begged her to go first. "I've never shoplifted." When Sirius, James, and I all took drinks at this her eyes went wide. Sirius and James she kind of suspected, me no way.

"I was with them when they did it." I explained. We were sitting so that I was next. "I've never had a crush on a teacher." I didn't look pointedly at Lily when I said this, not at all. James and Lily were the only two that took a drink at this. I laughed knowing who both of them were drinking too. Sirius turned to stare at Lily.

"Oh come on, everyone had a crush on Anchor." She argued on her behalf. I laughed when James looked away while Sirius turned his head away from his girlfriend towards his best friend. Anchor had been our third year Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. It seemed that we were always getting a new one.

"Yes," Sirius agreed. "Everyone, didn't they Jamesie," Sirius purred. Lily looked at James in shock. To think, they had had a crush on the same teacher, and the next year James went all "I'm in love with Lily Evans, and I'm her stalker, and you shall never know the truth." Of course, I'm very glad we did find out the truth.

"Shut it Pads," James growled, and thought of his "I've never." "I've never eaten haggis." All of us drank to that. "Really, that stuff looks like dog shit." He said making a pointed look at my mouth. I knew what he was thinking, "I've kissed a mouth with that stuff in it."

"Taste just as awful, and I only did it once." I comforted him. Though the truth was I did hate it, I'd eaten it a lot more then once. My mother knew I hated it, and so she loved making it and forcing me to eat it.

"I've never gotten an O on an O.W.L." Peter said, and we all drank to that. Lily had gotten only Os, and Sirius, James, and I had gotten four each.

"I've never owned a pet." Sirius said, and again we all drank. Lily scooted a little closer to him, because she could hear the sadness in his voice when he said it. All he had wanted for the Christmas' between the time he was five and the time he went to Hogwarts was a puppy.

The game continued on for quiet a while, and once we had gotten a certain amount of liquid in us the questions started getting a little more in depth. Then the game to a crashing halt when Peter said "I've never had sex," and only Sirius and James drank. Oh, I've come, a lot, but I was still a virgin, if you took a definition I had once heard for the way to describe virgins. "Not having been penetrated by a male penis." Yeah so it's a little redundant at the end, no a girl's penis. I'd asked the person I'd heard this from, oh that would have been Sirius if you're curious, what about people that have never had sex with a man. He amended it to, "a virgin is a person that has never had a form of sexual intercourse that does not include oral." I had more to argue with him about that, but for my uses this was good enough.

Sirius must have remembered the day we discussed the definition for virgin as well, because he got this look of understanding on his face. James was looking at me like he wanted to know if he had just imagined the last few months. Peter was trying hard not to get involved, even though it wouldn't have happened if he hadn't done his stupid "I've never," really we all knew that one. Lily took a moment to look between me and James, and stood up.

"Sirius," she said as she held her hand out to help him off the ground we had all taken seats on. "I just remembered we had that thing we had to do."

"Oh, right," Sirius said as he used her hand to get his self off of the ground. "That thing, we should go do that thing." It could have been the liquor, but they were really bad about leaving a room discreetly.

"I was supposed to help you with that thing, remember?" Peter asked, hurrying off of the floor as well. The three rushed out of the room, and James continued to stare at me.

"Um, where I've been the last few months?" He finally decided on asking.

"Look," I had no idea how to fix this. "Not that what we do every night isn't great, but..." I trailed off. This was uncomfortable.

"It doesn't count?" James asked, and I couldn't tell if he was mad or confused.

"It counts, just it doesn't really change the fact that I'm still a virgin, right?" I said. My shoes were becoming interesting. "It's more like we're messing around. It's still good, really good, but..."

"Do you want that?" James asked as he tipped my chin so that I had to look at him. "I heard it hurts, and I don't want to hurt you, ever."

"I heard it hurts, for a minute." I countered. "But, you've been with other virgins, and it hurt them." I reminded him.

"I've been with one virgin Remus, and that was when I was still one too." James pointed out. I looked at him in surprise of that statement. He chuckled. "Love, how many people do you think I've been with?"

"Um..." the way he used to talk, fifty? Five hundred? That couldn't be right, I had been around him most of the time. So really he could have only had sex the few times that he had gone off with out us, and that wasn't anywhere near fifty, let alone five hundred.

"Four," he finally answered for me. "I've been with four people, and I count...ed, you as one of them." He explained. "Leslie Mindcraft from Hufflepuff, Josie Violet from Ravenclaw, and Susie Sparkston," he didn't have to tell me this one's House, I knew she was a Gryffindor. "Susie and I gave it to each other just after Christmas of last year. I was with Leslie just after that incident with Snivellus and Lils. Josie and I were together just after we got back from the summer last term. You and I got together in January. I only was with each of them once." I didn't know what to say to that so we sat in silence after he finished his tale.

"It's just," I started. "I feel like if we do that," I paused and he gave me this look that encouraged me to finish. "Then, and I don't mean to sound like a sap, but we'll be, like one." His look softened, and that gave me the courage to finish telling him what was buzzing around in my head. "They got to be connected to you in a way that I can never be, but I can be. Sure it might hurt a little at first, but it'll be worth it. I just want to be one with you." My voice kept getting quieter and quieter while I spoke, and again the pattern of our hardwood floor became intriguing.

"Oh love," he sighed as he tipped my face so I had to look at him again. He'd moved closer to me since the last time I'd looked at him. "That's why you always call me your boyfriend when I call you my lover, isn't it?" He asked, and I nodded. I'd been doing that for a few months know. He'd be talking to Sirius or Lily or someone else, and say something about his lover. I would turn around and say something about my boyfriend.

"Yeah," I sighed. "If we haven't ever really made love, then how can we be lovers?"

"How long have you been thinking about this?" He asked, knowing that it had to be a while if I came up with a question like the one I had just asked him.

"Um...February," I answered, trying again not to look at him.

"Remus," he enunciated both syllabus of my names. "When will you learn? I call you my best friend, and you don't learn. I call you my boyfriend, my lover, and still you don't know. You have got to start telling me what goes on up here." He tapped both of my temples, and I laughed, and he smiled. When I had relaxed some, he stood up and pulled me with him. My hand still in his, he started walking backwards to the bed we had shared for about five months now. "You really want this?" I took a deep breath and nodded. He turned us so that my knees were backed against the bed, and stepping closer he sighed, "this is going to be fun," before he started sucking on my pulse point. He knew the ways by now to get me to relax completely.

No one was in our room, which was rare for us, and we knew that they probably wouldn't be back for a while. I think I decided to love Lily more then I already did in that minute. When he knew I was relaxed, he moved his lips away from my pulse point and pressed them gently to my own lips. As always that lasted a moment, before he was begging for entrance to my mouth. My hands had found their way into his hair. He was pushed me back onto the bed as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He started moving his hands around, trying to find the buttons of my uniform shirt. I slid my hands so that I could get rid of his robe. And soon his tongue was distracting me from anything my hands were doing, and like so many times in the last few months we were panting as we drank in the sight before us.

God, he was beautiful. With a six pack and a v-line that made my mouth water, and pecks that he needed in order to throw the quaffle. He wasn't too muscly like Sirius, who needed to have a certain strength in order to protect our teams chasers and seekers, and sometimes our keeper. He was just right, perfect. I know he hated how his hair stuck out in all these weird angles, but I loved running my hands through it and making it messier. Sometimes it looked like he had just gotten off his broom, others it looked like I had just gotten done with him.

I never got enough time to drink him in before he was tracing one of the many scars on my body. The first time he did this I got all self-conscious, but then he told me they just added to the beauty he saw when he looked at me. That I wasn't loved despite the fact I was a werewolf, but because the wolf was a part of me, a part I might hate, but still a part that made me who I was, I was loved because of what I was. Then he was back to kissing me, and my hands were roaming all over his beautiful not quite tan skin. I felt him mumble a spell into my mouth as his wand tapped me, and the same cold feeling I felt every time he rimmed me was back. He muttered another spell in me, and I felt another sensation, only this time it was practically outside of me, sitting on my hole.

His hands slid down my side until he reached around and slid one finger inside me slowly, and it was a little uncomfortable, but not bad. I hadn't told him, but I'd been practicing in case he ever wanted to do this. He tried to distract me with kisses on my mouth, down my neck, against my chest, wherever he could reach. He was doing an alright job of it as well, and then he added another finger, and this increased the not comfort level. He kept trying to distract me, and eventually I got used to it, and then he started parting his fingers and bringing them back together, almost like a scissoring motion. Then his mouth was against my ear again, and he was whispering how much he loved me, and inserting a third finger. I had to will myself to relax, and he kept sucking on my pulse point, and I finally did, and he started scissoring those as well.

"Remus," he breathed as he moved away from my ear, and I knew it was time. I brought my legs up to my chest, hoping to give him an easy access, and praying it didn't hurt as bad if I helped. "I love you," he said as he rubbed my sides and lifted my hips so he could position himself at the right angle. "I'd be lost with out you." He said as he slid in a bit more. "I want you to tell me something I don't know already." He said this just as a reminder of something only the two of us shared. He kept sliding, slowly hoping he could make it not hurt. He kept whispering the words that he had said that meant the most to me. "I'd be lost with out you, I love you, tell me something I don't know already." I nodded every time I was used to what he had given me so far, and he slid in a little more. Then he was there, and I could feel all of him. He kissed me when he was close enough too, and he stilled until I was ready for him to move.

He was slow for as long as I needed him to be, and for a while we were right, it was painful. Then it became a lot more pleasure and a lot less pain, and I was able to ask him to move more, faster. He obliged, and I think I heard him sigh "thank God," but I wasn't sure. We were sighing a lot, and moaning, and groaning, and gasping, and cussing, and whispering sweet words, by then. He'd lean forward and kiss me every once in a while, and then he'd pull away and concentrate on us moving together. After I had gotten used to the feel it really did become us moving together. My hips would buck upwards as he pushed in farther, and I cussed loudly the first time we hit this one spot I didn't even know existed in my body. When he saw how much I fucking loved that, he did it again, and again, and again.

Then his eyes started grazing all over my body, and he saw one thing that was not getting pleasured. He wrapped his hand around me, and pumped to the rhythm of our hips. Whenever we moved together, his hand would go down so that his hand touched my base at the same time my hips were meeting his. Whenever we moved apart his hand would move up, so that when he was just about to pull out of me, his hand was just about to let go of me. He asked me a few times if it felt good, and I was honest and told him how amazing it felt.

Then came the moment where I was warning him, and he was pressing into me harder and harder, and he started warning me as well. He said something I had never heard him say before, well I'd heard him say the word before, just never like this. "Together," he commanded, and he moved in, once, twice, three more times and I was calling for him as I shot all over his stomach, and he bucked into me one more time and shot deep into me as he called my name. He stayed in me as his hand moved away, and he fell against my chest.

"Thank-you," I said when I was sated. I don't think I could ever be fully satisfied, I would always need more of him. He turned to look at me, and the lust and want that had been in his eyes two seconds before was gone. All that stayed in his eyes as he looked at me, before drawing me into a deep kiss, was love and this little thing that was always there that I had once thought might be worship.

"Love, I think I'm the one that's supposed to be thanking you." He corrected before he pulled away, and then he pulled all the way away, and got out of the bed, and went to where my glass was sitting. He walked back, and I sat up, and he handed me the glass. "Well, you can't say you've never done that now." He said, and I laughed before I took the drink I was so glad I had decided not to an hour or so before. He grabbed the mirror that kept us connected to Sirius, and told them we were going to bed. Sirius said they'd be there in a little bit, he was busy. Laughing, James crawled back into bed with me, and I turned so that I could lay with my head against his chest, and his arms tightened around me as we shut the curtains. I heard the door open and close, but I was two seconds away from sleep to greet Peter.

A/N: I know, most of this section of this story was PWP, and the WP was minimal. What did you guys think? Would you like me to continue?