Remus' whole body was quivering.

"You like that?"

"Oh god… yes…"

Drenched in sweat, Remus threw his head back against the pillows in ecstasy.

The hands were everywhere… sliding up his thighs, down his sticky back, pulling his hips upward in a rhythmic motion. Soft, silky hair fell onto his cheeks, and the girl on top of him kept moaning filthy things into his ear, pushing him closer to the edge… he heard the voice, he clutched at the body, but…

He couldn't lift his head to look her straight in her eyes.

Wait, no it wasn't that…he couldn't even open his eyes. He just felt her warm body pinning him down. He had no control; he just lay there, writhing like something wanton.

Refocusing, he concentrated on her voice… it was so sexy, so full of lust… but he couldn't place it to a face. Was he really hearing it or was he imagining it? It was impossible to open his eyes and his arms were too heavy to lift.

In the back of his mind he knew it wasn't possible to look at her without ending this, but the front of his mind didn't yet know he was dreaming.

He wanted to reach up and suck on her tits, pull her down on top of him and cum inside her. He was so close, but his orgasm wasn't crashing even though her words got filthier, hotter, her hips rutted faster, his legs parted wider and his entire body was aching, more aroused than he could ever remember being in his life…

"Uuhng…"

"I'm gonna suck you off," she breathed sinfully, "and I want your eyes on me as I slip your limp cock out of my lips and look up at you and swallow all your cum… uuhng, I want you…"

He couldn't take it anymore. Why wasn't he cuming? This was torture, complete hell and ecstasy entwined together. He was so close, but unable to reach release…

One hand was missing from his body. What was she doing with it? He heard a moan and realized she must have slipped her hand down to rub herself off. It was making wet, slippery, indecent sounds as it worked her dripping pussy…

He knew that if he saw that, opened his eyes and saw it for himself, he would cum… he just needed that visual to push him over the edge… he needed to…

He opened his eyes. Finally… he reached up to grab her hips and push his swollen erection inside her… but…wait… something wasn't right… he was so turned on, so close, he couldn't think… why didn't she have…?... he didn't understand…

And then he really did open his eyes.

Panting, bewildered, he stared upwards. Reality crashed down on him.

"Remus John Lupin, fifth year at Hogwarts, and last night was the full moon, which is why I'm looking up at the white ceiling of the hospital wing instead of the red canopy of my four poster bed," he recited in his head.

Remus steadied his breathing and sat up to pull the flimsy privacy curtains around him.

"Oh shit… ," he thought, laying back and pushing his pajamas down to his ankles. He grasped his hard member. It was leaking from the tip and ready to burst.

"Fuck…" Remus whispered aloud, stroking himself, his breathing labored. He bucked his hips and finally felt the release hit him, spilling all over his stomach, milking his dick over and over until he the ache inside him had ebbed away.

He shook his head. It wasn't enough.

He reached over and grabbed his wand, muttering one of his very private spells, the kind that wizard boys only used in secrecy. His arousal was returned, just as sensitive and as aching as before, and his balls filled with semen again.

Remus turned face down in the bed, spread his legs wide, and fucked his hand against the soft mattress, his other hand propping his chest up. He thrust his hips forward and backward, moaning, lost in his arousal.

He needed this so much—he'd never been so horny after a full moon before… every nerve and muscle in his body was hyper-sensitive. The slightest brush of his nipples against the sheets as he thrust sent blood racing into his cock and hammering in his ears. Sweat glistened on his neck and thighs. As he thrust harder, a single salty drop slid out of his hair, down his flushed cheek and across his parted lower lip.

Then all at once, his toes curled, his legs spread wider as he fucked hard into the soft mattress, his back arched, and his neck contracted. He came violently, eyes screwed tight, lips wide, gasping for oxygen. It was so far beyond moaning or screaming, he couldn't have processed a sound even if he'd wanted to. His arm shook uncontrollably and he collapsed, trembling against the bed, soaked in sweat and cum.

Remus pressed his forehead into the pillow, finished stroking, then rolled over shaking his head clear.

Where the hell did that come from?

He sat up and blushed to himself at the amount of semen that was splattered all over him and the bed sheets. He felt something turning cold under his chin and realized he'd came so hard it had spurted up his body and landed there. He licked his lips, tasting his own sweat and his cock gave another ache.

"Maybe later…I think I've had enough for one hour…" he thought to himself.

He used his wand to clean up the dreadful mess and pulled the curtains back. The others would be visiting around lunchtime.

Laying down again with his pajamas back on, he crossed his arms behind his head on the pillow and thought hard… he'd been having an erotic dream… he remembered being weighted down, like he couldn't move… and a few words. He snatched at the memories… whoever he had been fantasizing about had whispered they wanted to—

BANG

Remus didn't even start. He was so used to his friends bursting through those wooden doors like they owned the place that he'd have been mildly surprised if they had politely let themselves in without a fuss.

The three of them had learned long ago that Remus was sometimes asleep even at noon. By blasting the doors open, they would not only gain entrance, but wake Remus as well. Two birds, one spell, James had so adequately put it.

"Sweet Merlin, what the hell is that," Remus moaned as the smell of freshly baked blueberry muffins wafted over him.

"We brought you some sausage links and some tea also." Peter grinned, setting the jug and food parcel on the bedside table.

James and Sirius climbed onto the foot of the bed and pulled out a chess board.

"How were lessons?" Remus asked as they all settled in.

He felt slightly perverted as he stared down at the sheets they were sitting on… if they'd known what he was doing on them not twenty minutes ago…

"Potions was great," said James, moving his castle forward six squares. "Sirius got a Dungbomb in Snivillus's potion from halfway across the room, without magic. Just chucked it and scored… you'd be a damn good Chaser if you'd just try out for the team," he added to Sirius.

Sirius smiled broadly, obviously enjoying himself.

"It was one of my finer shots."

"Oh, and we started our potion, it's been brewing since five this morning," Peter piped in.

Sirius gave Remus a swift look. Remus raised his eyebrows and Sirius went back to his game.

"Really?" Remus said to Peter. "You've uh… quite got that last spell mastered?"

"Yes," said Peter defiantly. "That's why we started the potion so early— I stayed up late last night practicing and by the time I was going to go to bed it was a little more logical to just stay up at that point…"

"Whoa, Peter you did something logical?" James teased.

Peter chucked his book at him.

"Hey, hey, watch the game please," said Sirius, in mock concentration.

Remus split open a muffin and took a large bite.

"Ouch!" he yelped. The blueberries burned the roof of his mouth and he choked.

"Oh sorry!" James said. "Should have told you we got them from the kitchens so they were justbaked a few minutes ago."

"Yeah, thanks." Remus grumbled, trying to swallow. His throat blistered and he took a swig of tea.

"Aaahh!" Remus clapped a hand over his mouth, reached for the napkin and got rid of the searing hot food.

"What?" yelped Sirius and Peter.

"Uhg…" he gasped, stretching his mouth. "Boiling hot tea is what… Merlin, what are you three trying to do, kill off all my taste buds?"

Remus scowled as the others snorted with laughter. He put a cooling charm on the food and went back to eating, trying his best to give them all the silent treatment.

For the rest of the break James squashed everyone spectacularly at chess and Peter recited the remaining components of the Potion, some of which they would need to steal from Hogsmead as the Hogwarts pantry didn't even store them.

"We'll figure out how to sneak out when you get back tonight," James said excitedly, swinging his bag over his shoulder.

Peter and Sirius gathered up the chess set and food wrappings as the bell rang.

Remus sighed. Madam Pomfrey would be out shortly to fuss over him and tell him to get another eight hours sleep before leaving. It was always the same routine.

He thought he had heard everyone leave but jumped slightly at the sound of oncoming footsteps.

It was Sirius.

"Hey," Remus said, cocking his head questioningly.

"Uhm…" Sirius stopped at the side of the bed and dropped his school bag. "I know Pomfrey's gonna give you that Pepper-Up potion so I wanted to heal those burns real quick in case they sting."

He pulled his wand out and then said quickly, "I usually cool the food if it's hot like that, but I just… forgot."

"Oh. Yeah… okay," Remus sat up. He grinned despite himself. That was the closest he had ever heard Sirius come to apologizing for anything.

"You're only doing this cos I told you what it's like to transform," Remus said bluntly, but still smiling.

Sirius smiled back.

"Yeah, you're right," he admitted. "I can't help it though."

"Going soft?"

"Shut it."

Remus grinned and waited for him to point the wand at his face, but he didn't. He frowned.

"Oh," Sirius started. "I can't just point it at you, you have to open your mouth… uh…here."

He reached out, placed his thumb on Remus' lower lip and hooked the rest of his hand under Remus' chin, easing his jaw open.

The second Sirius' thumb touched his lip he felt a jolt in his stomach and blood pooling in his groin.

"Great… I'm so horny now blokes are turning me on…" Remus thought exasperatedly.

Sirius settled down in front of him on the edge of the bed and started muttering a healing spell, maneuvering his wand around. He slowed down when the last red patch was healing, and it was his turn to frown.

He stopped staring into Remus' mouth and glanced up. Amber eyes met grey as Remus closed his jaw slightly but Sirius didn't remove the thumb from his lip.

Remus turned his head away, looking down to the left of the nightstand so Sirius wasn't even in his peripheral vision anymore.

"Uh… right…okay, I'll see you after dinner then," Sirius said unnaturally loud. He cleared his throat in a disturbed kind of way and stood up.

Remus looked around at him before Sirius could leave. Neither of them was smiling. They just stared at each other, expressionless. Then Sirius tore his gaze away and left the hospital wing.

Remus threw himself back on his pillows.

A minute passed and the second bell rang to signal the start of class. They had Charms now and there was no way Sirius had made it across the castle in time, which meant he was probably getting another detention for tardiness. Remus grinned.

"Ponce," he whispered to the ceiling.

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