Chapter Six
Dumbledore said it would only be three months. He just had to be sure who the Death Eater was. Then they could all go on their merry way, one Marauder short. He had said only three months, tops. It had been four. Four months to the day when a very pissed off Sirius Black jumped out of his fireplace.
"Where is he?" Sirius demanded, slamming his hand onto the desk. "I haven't seen him in four months not three."
"I told you, I am moving them every day so they won't get caught. James is fine."
"I wasn't asking about James," Sirius responded, his voice icy. He could tell from the look in Dumbledore's eyes that Dumbledore knew exactly who he was talking about.
"I'm sorry, Sirius, but I cannot allow you to see Remus."
"Let us have two days—Or, a night and a day," begged Sirius. "Please?"
"I can't do that." he paused, looking at the five silver pierced that now adorned Sirius's pale ears. "When did you get those?"
"A week ago." he shrugged. "I was bored. I think you're just torturing us because you haven't gotten laid in twenty billion years." Sirius turned to storm out when he heard a soft voice from behind him. He turned back.
"One day and one night, and that is all."
"Are you ready?" Sirius's eyes examined Remus's face, looking for any sign of regret or unwillingness. It was clearly plastered over Remus's face, but Sirius knew the same expression of fear was mirrored on his own.
"I have been for ages. I'm ready." He reached out and grabbed Sirius's hand, admiring the pierces in his lover's ears. Sirius smiled and gave him a gentle squeeze. Sirius reached in his pocket and pulled out a key. He moved it towards the lock, but faltered, turning to face Remus.
"We don't have to. We can wait. If we don't take it today, we can just do it some other day. You know . . . " Sirius looked down, not able to meet Remus's eyes in case he agreed, or in case he didn't.
The cloud moves without you
"After the war? I don't want to wait. Let's do it now." Remus grabbed Sirius's other hand and brought it up to the door, and unlocked it. They stepped in, and turned on the lights. "Where's the—?"
"Bedroom? Two doors to the left." Sirius and Remus were suddenly frantic, hands gripping each other as if they would die if they let go. The pulled each other to the bedroom and upon reaching it stopped in their tracks. They had never been nervous before, but now they couldn't help but feel it.
"Sirius . . . ?"
"Yeah, love?"
"I'm scared." Remus looked at him. Sirius pulled him to the bed, and pushed him down. He smiled at him, and gently kissed him on his shaking lips, then nipped his neck, and face.
"I understand. This is a commitment. It's all right to be scared. It's all right if you don't want to." Sirius's eyes were staring through him, to his insecurity, which he was trying desperately to hide.
"Sirius, I love you. Whatever you want."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
The tides change
Remus couldn't see. The blindfold covering his eyes left him entirely without sight. Not even the edges of light were visible. His pulled at his wrists but they wouldn't budge, tied tightly to the bedposts. He tried not to panic as he felt Sirius tie his feet to the bedposts as well. They had never done anything like this before. While both of them had expressed interest in experimenting with sex, but Remus had never thought they would do it so soon. He struggled again against his binds."Hush, baby. I'm here." Remus could feel hands on his hips, then they were gone. He moaned, bucking his hips gently. "You want to feel me?" Remus moaned again, too muddled by fear and lust. "I couldn't hear you."
" . . .Y-yes!" Again he felt a gentle touch, starting by his hips. One finger trailed down his waist, while a single finger from the other hand pressing gently on his chest. His hips bucked again. " . . .Si-Siri-Sirius!" The fingers were gently and slow. Remus thought he might have died and gone to hell, and that was why Sirius refused to do anything other than gently touch him.
He could feel gentle fingers tweaking his nipples. They hardened instantly under the attention. He could feel a breath over one of his erect nipples, and gasped, trying to thrust his chest higher into the wet cavern hovering over him. His binds restricted him and he groaned in frustration. He heard a chuckle.
"Anxious?"
But Remus couldn't answer; his mind had flown towards his hardening groin. He felt lips close over his nipple, sucking and nipping at it. He was whimpering. The mouth was slowly removing itself, but the teeth on his nipple continued to pull as they rose up. Remus felt a shallow cry leave his lips.
"Please . . ."
The lips moved to his neck, sucking insistently on the place where his neck met his shoulder. They moved to his Adam's Apple, sucking and biting it. Remus was almost painfully hard, but the lips and the fingers seemed in no rush to help his rapidly growing problem.
"Yeah, baby?" the voice that reached his ears was low and husky. Remus bucked his hips again. "Didn't hear that. Plead with me, love."
"Please . . . ! For the love of Merlin . . . please!"
The fingers finally acknowledged his request, tugging playfully at his willing erection. He could feel the friction, every inch of the callused fingers running up and down his swollen length. But the fingers refused to set a rhythm to which he could move his hips. The touches were erratic, sometimes hard and fast or barest touches at the slowest pace. Remus was panting and sobbing, and pulling his restraints.
"Do you want me inside you, babe?"
Remus couldn't answer, but he nodded his head furiously. He could hear a chuckle. He could feel himself being lifted and felt a pillow shoved under his back, which he was then dropped back down on. The position it left him in was uncomfortable and open, and he felt vulnerable.
Something cold traced down the curve of his ass, now visible, and teased the pucker of his ass. He realized it was a finger as in plunged into him. He clenched his ass around it, moaning. He felt a second one slip in and meet the same resistance as the first. They were stretching him, widening him, and touching the place that made him want to scream and cry and smile all at once. The fingers were removed, then thrust in again, all the way to the second knuckle. He felt the fingers removed for a final time and his ass clenched again, in anticipation.
"Calm down, Remy. I can't get inside you if you're so goddamned—" the voice paused as Remus felt something much larger push roughly into him. "Tense."
Remus felt his opening stretch to accommodate the intruder, to the point where it became painful and he couldn't help but cry out. Tears were pouring down his cheeks into the blindfold and Remus grew more tense.
"Baby, hush. You've held me before. You can do it again. Breathe."
Remus took in a shaky breath, and then felt the rest of the intruder slide into him in a quick motion. He gasped, feeling the muscles in his ass spasm and the shudder of the intruder inside him. He could feel something above him rock and it slipped out of him, only to be shoved back in rapidly. Remus screamed. It rocked out and in again. This time Remus felt it hit his spot.
In a moment his pain was forgotten. It was a distant memory. His head was spinning. He could hear himself make noises, and knew they were his, but what he was saying was disconnected from him. He could feel a hand desperately pumping his erection, but it didn't matter. He wasn't there. He was flying. He could vaguely feel a hand pulling at his rock hard erection, and he felt himself tremble and spill on the hand.
He could feel something warm inside him, but he felt pounding again in his ass and he found himself growing hard again. Again fingers pulled at him and he felt his hips rocking and he knew he was going to have to cum again, and he suddenly felt his head spinning again and then he knew he was happier than he had ever been before.
Then he realized that something was being pulled out of him. He made a guttural noise in the back of his throat and he heard a chuckle. He listened and tried to figure out where it was coming from. He realized that he was alone on the bed.
"C'mon Moony, you all ready came twice. So did I." Remus sighed. "Now where the fuck did I put my wand?" Remus snorted, half laughing half sighing. "Remus. Listen, I just want to apologize for this, before hand." Remus was suddenly alert, and aware that he was still bound. Why wasn't Sirius releasing him? There was something wrong, and he was now very aware of it.
His mind was racing. He was sure this time. He has to be. Sirius was the spy! Oh god. He felt his breath hitch. Oh god. This couldn't be happening. No!He had just invited himself to be made useless and helpless. With a Death Eater.
"Listen, I don't want anyone to point any fingers."
Of course not.
"I want this to be as simple as possible."
Uh-huh.
"And I don't blame you. Not at all."
Wait . . . what?
"I understand. Just like I understood with Regulus. Well, I thought he was a raving dumbass, but I still understood."
Wait, he thinks I'm . . .?
"Wait, you don't understand at all! I'm not—"
"No use lying now. I know. I know. It has to be. It can't be anyone else. Remus, I've thought this through. And I know that it can't be anyone else. It has to be you. Goodbye, Remus. I'm sorry."
Remus heard the door slam. "Shit."
Sirius revved his motorcycle, taking off into the night sky. He glanced below him, more as a hopeful gesture than actually expecting to see anything. Then he noticed the boy running as fast as he could, half-dressed down the street.
The boys runHe moved faster through the sky, riding as hard as he dared, trying to gain some distance on his lover turned now almost-confirmed Death Eater. He couldn't go much faster without making a racket that would wake all the Muggles for miles. He was trying his hardest not to hear the man running behind him, screaming his name as loud as he could.
"Wait, Sirius!" Screamed the voice from below. Sirius tried to ignore it, but that was hard for him. He had never ignored Remus in his life. "Please!"
Sirius knew he had to get to Lily and James and little Harry before Remus, but his conscience was standing in his way, and he was never one to ignore his conscience. He tried his best, but before long he realized he had slowed down to the same pace that Remus was tirelessly running.
"Sirius, please! Listen to me, dammit! It isn't me!" Remus was panting, beginning to slow down from exhaustion. "Please!"
Sirius wanted with all his might for it not to be. But the spy wasn't himself, and Peter was too stupid and scared to do anything vaguely resembling dangerous, which left Remus. He was about to speed up again to hold back from crying, when he noticed that Remus had disappeared.
Mere meters away, the Dark Lord was sitting in a makeshift throne. He looked bored, his head resting on his palm, his elbow leaning on the arms of the throne. His loyal supporters surrounded him in a silent black-robed ring. Wormtail bowed low, kissing his master boots. "I will show you to them, Master. I will lead the way, my Lord. They will not know we are coming, my lord. Everything will be perfect, my Lord. Everything will go according to plan."
"Shut up, Pettigrew," the Dark Lord's tone was icy and bored, and echoed through the warehouse.
Lucius Malfoy entered the deserted shed that they were occupying for the night. "My Lord," he said, bowing low on one knee. "I have just come upon this in the street, and thought I might bring it back as a present, if it pleases you." He didn't rise to his feet, holding down the present in question with him. The "present" in question, was struggling against Lucius's grip with all his might, but not getting anywhere. He punched Lucius in the gut, and tried to rise to his feet, only to be stunned by half the Death Eaters in the room. He fell to the floor, limp.
Wormtail was beside himself that he had been interrupted, but Voldemort paused, smiling to survey the present. He grinned wider. Standing and kicking Peter out of his way, he walked over to the boy, kicking him onto his back. He looked him up and down, and his grin grew even wider.
"Lucius, you say you found this?"
"Yes, my Lord," he kept his head bowed, but then he looked up for a moment to see his Lord's giant grin. "He is one of the few werewolves that wouldn't join you." Lucius again bowed his head. "Does it please you, my Lord?"
"Yes, Lucius. It pleases me greatly."