Never Again

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for possible sexual content, violence and language. Reader discretion is advised. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!

WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male) and MATURE THEMES (sex, swearing, violence, etc) and AU-ness!! Ye be warned; seriously, this is VERY mature people. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Author's Note: well…here we are at chapter six. Wow. LOL, raise your hand if you were pissed at me for leaving it there last chapter… XD Yeah, I thought so. Anyhoozer, this chapter, we pick right up where we left off and things steam ahead. Hold onto your hats, ladies and (if there are any of you) gents, the pace is going to be faster now. Thanks Decimare for introducing me to Vast. I am in awe of your brilliance and good taste in music! :D 'Close your eyes, let me touch you now, let me give you something that is real; close the door, leave your fears behind, let me give you what you're giving me…' Cheers!

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"Sirius," the lycan breathed.

"Hmm?"

"Kiss me."

Sirius' eyes widened, his imagination rapidly constructing a plethora of sinfully delicious outcomes that could expand from mere kissing. 'No,' he told himself firmly. 'No, I can't do that with Mooney…can I?' Was it really so wrong if Remus wanted it? He swallowed thickly. "Are…are you s-sure, Remus?" he whispered.

Remus smiled, his lips soft as the corners of his mouth quirked up. "Positive."

The Animagus tried to convince himself that he wasn't taking advantage of the werewolf if Remus was asking him for this. His heart was beating frantically in his chest as he inched closer, eyes fixed on the molten amber of Remus' droopy-lidded eyes, flicking downward to that perfect mouth as a pink tongue moistened it.

His eyes fell shut, eyelashes brushing the very peaks of his aristocratic cheekbones and his mouth brushed hesitantly over Remus', only the barest amount of contact forcing a blush as electricity shot through him.

Remus leaned in, capturing Sirius' mouth hungrily, one hand fisting in the front of his shirt as he pulled him impossibly closer. His tongue was insistent against Sirius' lips and the brunette felt his control slipping.

He pulled back, pressing his forehead against Remus' as he panted like he'd just run around the block. "No," he whispered. "Remus…this…this is…"

Remus dropped his hand from Sirius' shirt, unable to help feeling hurt. "I…I'm sorry. I thought you would want to, but… Well I guess not…" he paused before adding in a hardly audible voice, "Who would want me anyway?" He looked down again and Sirius sighed, tilting his chin up again, unable to resist drawing the very tips of his fingers down the faintly scarred length of neck.

"You daft pouf, will you stop putting yourself down for one second?" Sirius murmured. "Of course I want to. It's just… I don't want you to…to rush into this."

"I'm not," Remus whispered back, shivering at the intimate touch. He was like a starving man eyeing a plate stacked high with chocolates as he looked at Sirius, his need for affection and intimacy robbing him of any sort of decorum. "Please Padfoot…"

Sirius closed his eyes briefly as his feeble excuses crumbled. "Okay," he breathed, opening his eyes again. "But just…just, go slow, okay?"

Remus almost laughed at the role reversal, but settled for smirking. "Done." He leaned in once more, gently sliding his lips across Sirius', tongue impatient behind his teeth as his friend (though he seemed to be much more than a mere friend at the moment, as the lycanthrope certainly wasn't kissing James or Peter) responded.

Lips melted seamlessly together, working in tandem as the lip lock tentatively deepened, Remus unable to resist pulling that pouty lower lip into his mouth. Sirius groaned as that fucking perfect tongue traced the contours of his plump lip and his own mouth fastened over Remus' top one.

Unable to resist, Sirius let a hand slide up the rough stubble of a five o'clock shadow, cupping Remus' face as a tongue pressed insistently against his teeth, finally opening his mouth to the hesitant organ entry.

It was nothing like any of the kisses the pair had ever shared before. For one, they were both highly aware, despite their eyes being closed, of the other's movements, breathing, and body. Their mouths were chaste, like first-time lovers, Sirius afraid to frighten Remus and Remus afraid of his friend's rejection. But most importantly, it was the lycan who lead the kiss; he gently drew Sirius' tongue forward into his own mouth, wove his fingers through Sirius' hair recklessly, and leaned back to encourage Sirius to kiss harder.

The Animagus sighed, his cock throbbing and hard, as a long-fingered hand, one of the pair of hands he had fantasized and dreamed about since before he knew their touch, traces a meandering course down his chest and stomach, resting at the edge of his belt, asking the silent question Remus' lips were too busy to articulate.

His own hand shaking, Sirius hesitated. He wanted this. He really wanted this, but…it felt too fast. The whole experience felt surreal as it was, and he knew if he let those delectable fingers slide over his hard-on, he wouldn't be able to stop. And for once, the Animagus listened to his little-used conscience, and instead of guiding Remus' hand lower, he pulled it back up and pressed it over his heart.

Remus pulled back. "What?" He didn't need to fully ask the question, as Sirius already knew it.

"I can't Mooney. Not yet. I want to…fuck I really, really, want to but…it's too soon. For both of us."

"Why? Where is this coming from?"

"I…" Sirius paused, his Gryffindor courage leaving him suddenly. "Fuck."

"What Padfoot? Just tell me… Is it me? Is it the fact that I'm 'damaged goods' now? What?" Remus asked, feeling more and more nettled as the nasty Michael-sounding voice in the back of his mind hissed suggestions for why Sirius didn't want him at him.

'Why would he want you? Who would want you? All those scars… You're ugly, damaged, stupid… Everyone knows it, Remus. Everyone knows you're just a worthless piece of trash.'

Sirius whined as though he could read the scroll of thoughts through Remus' head and kissed him softly again. "No…no, no Remus… It's…fuck, this going to sound so fucking corny but…it's because I love you. I don't want to risk anything that could fuck that up, Mooney. I let you go once, because I was too much of a pussy to tell you how I felt, and look what happened…I won't make the same mistake twice."

Remus felt his broken, stomped-on heart swell, the sensation like a pleasurable ache inside him. Tears pooled in his eyes inexplicably. "Don't…don't say that if you don't mean it," he choked out through a clogged throat. 'He's lying,' hissed the voice that still haunted his every waking moment. 'Who could ever love you?' Tears spilled over the rims of Remus' eyelids and streaked, hot and bitter, down his cheeks as he turned his face away.

"Oh Remus…" Sirius sighed, wiping away a salty tear with his thumb and kissing away the one that hurried to take its place. "Of course I mean it… It just took me too long to realize it. And for that, I'm sorry."

"Oh fuck, don't apologize!" Remus cried. "Just… I just…can't handle this Padfoot. I mean, Michael-" The lycanthrope came up short. It was the first time he's spoken the name aloud since he'd gotten free of his ex, and the simple smattering of letters, formed into a name, two syllables that rolled so easily of his tongue, had him choking on his breath, clutching the bedspread, and sent nausea rolling through him in waves.

"Remus?" Sirius asked, gently, anxiously, stroking hair off the other young man's brow, fingers soft and gentle. Remus flinched backward, the physical contact triggering deeply buried, dark memories that were still as fresh as the purpling bruises along his body. Sirius bit his lip, leaning out of Remus' personal bubble as the werewolf breathed deep, trying to clear the fog of unpleasantness that had slipped around him. "Should I go?" Sirius asked, torn. On the one hand, he realized that he probably shouldn't be here. He'd never been strong enough to resist his soft-spoken friend, and he knew if he stuck around he'd undoubtedly do something stupid. Then again, he hated the thought of Remus being alone at any point during the most critical of junctions in his life.

Leaving an abusive situation, Sirius knew from experience, could either make or break a person. Either you bucked up, toughened yourself inside and out, and carried on, bearing the scars of a past life, or you crumbled completely, lost yourself, isolated yourself, and let the pain from your cuts eat you alive until you broke entirely.

Sirius had been close to losing it completely. It was only James, and his family, who welcomed a rain-soaked, hungry stray into their house and home, and loved him more completely than Sirius had ever known possible that saved him from himself and his misery. He would be eternally grateful, he knew, to those people who had given him not just a place to stay, but also a reason to soldier on through his darkest hours; and now that Remus was at almost the same place, he wanted to be there for him.

"I'm s-sorry," Remus panted, able to meet Sirius gaze at last. "I just…it's all still so…fresh, and…"

"Remus, will you please stop apologizing?" Sirius muttered, aggravated that the lycan was taking all of this onto himself, like he always did.

"Sor-" Remus caught himself, and managed a weak smile.

Sirius smiled back, that soft, genuine smile that lifted the tattered edges of Remus' soul. "No worries Mooney. Come here." He folded the sandy haired man into his embrace, heart aching as Remus clung to him like a lifeline. "I'm here for you, Remus. I'm here for you."

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Two weeks passed; two long, slow weeks that filled Remus with tension. And it was not just fear of what might happen if Michael came there, or somehow found him one of the rare times he had gone out. A growing portion of his tension was Sirius. Bluntly, he wanted him more than he'd wanted any other. It was a million times stronger than his previous relationship, even in its good days.

He tried to accredit it to the subtly approaching full moon, but even were that the case, Remus would still be craving that dark brunette. It was simple, really. Sirius…wanted him. Genuinely, completely, just the way he was…he could feel it in every caress, embrace; in every kiss and murmured word of adoration. It filled a gaping abyss inside him and he was hungry for more.

There was just the habit of Sirius' persisting case of a cautious conscience. "It's too soon Mooney," he would whisper. "I want you to be ready…really ready for this. I don't want to hurt you." Remus wanted to scream and rage but settled for merely smiling and stealing one last kiss before snuggling in to sleep.

It was a clear, slightly humid night, the pale three-quarter moon drifting serenely in its sea of diamond-dotted velvet through the window. Sirius sighed as he flipped the light on. He then turned and smiled at Remus. "Here it is."

The fairer looked around in interest. He had been shocked to learn Sirius had moved recently, into a spacious, lofty two-bedroom flat, financed by his late uncle's generosity. Remus smiled at him and Sirius grinned back. The joy was evident on Remus' face.

"It's beautiful," he murmured, squeezing his friend's hand. "But why two bedrooms?"

"That's the thing Mooney… Er…well I just thought that…y'know maybe, s-sometime," good Godric he was fucking stuttering of all things, "if you wanted to crash here or something, or just give James and Evans, er, Lily, a break y'know… Or…or whatever. Just handy to have I guess."

Remus grinned, unable to help but smile and bite his lip. "You want me to…stay over? With you?"

"We-well, er, if that's…y'know something you would…want… Yeah." The lycan almost giggled at the Animagus' nervousness. He stepped closer and slid his arms around Sirius.

"Tonight?" He purred, glancing up through his lashes.

Sirius bit back a groan at the glint of tawny eyes through a fringe of gold and grey sprinkled hair, unable to control the urge to snake his own arms around soft warm waist. "If you want to," he murmured, forehead pressing into Remus' in what had quickly become a familiar act.

Remus let his face bury into the crook of Sirius' shoulder before his nose glided up the pale column of neck, seeing his friend swallow, to press his lips just below the brunette's ear. "I want to," he breathed, teeth gently nibbling on a fleshy earlobe.

The brunette couldn't hold in his groan this time and his arms pulled Remus closer. He was pretty sure his balls were blue (who'd have thought the amber-eyed half of the pair could be such a goddamn fucking tease), but still, he was soft and gentle with the lupine man, forcing himself to wait. "Good," Sirius managed to reply in a mostly-not-hoarse voice. "We should…I dunno, go out to eat or something."

Remus pulled back and pouted. "We just got here… You should give me the grand tour instead," he replied, sighing silently as he pulled away from Sirius. He'd tried a plethora of tactics to woo Sirius into taking him to bed, everything from being shy and bashful, to hot and bothered, and even angry dominance (at which he'd failed abysmally). But no matter what he did, Sirius always found a way to halt things before they could go too far.

Only he wouldn't tonight. Remus wasn't stupid; he knew Sirius wanted him just as much as he craved the carnal pleasures he knew the Animagus could wring from his body, it was just frustrating to be denied over and over again. It brought out the glaring insecurities in him… Inspired the nasty little voice he valiantly tried to shut out in the back of his head. But tonight would be different. Tonight they wouldn't have to worry about James and/or Lily, about making noise. Tonight, Remus would show the man who was coming to be his everything in a frighteningly short amount of time how much he needed him.

Sirius took the lycanthrope's hand and gently tugged him into motion. "Alright," he said, grinning and trying not to leer. "Well this is the kitchen…" he waved absently to the small kitchenette off of the main living area, "the living room…" a sweeping gesture encompassing the room they were passing through. "Bathroom," Sirius continued, pointing to a small, messy room strewn with towels and underwear, just visible through the partially ajar door, as he led Remus down the short hall. "Guest room," he muttered, indicating a sparsely furnished but very nice room. "And," he grinned again as he opened the door to his own bedroom at the end of the hall, "my room."

Remus smiled back as he stepped into the lofty, airy room. The walls were plastered with variously crookedly hung posters and photos, only brief snatches of the soft burgundy colour peeking through. The bed looked like he had stolen it straight from their old dorm room at Hogwarts (Remus wondered if maybe he actually had), right down to the brightly coloured hangings around the four-poster, and like the dorm had been when they were at school, the floor was a maze of discarded clothes, both clean and dirty.

A desk stood by the open windows, stacked with various books and papers and other such desk-like objects, all crowded around an owl cage that currently housed a sleepy, handsome screech. Remus frowned as he remembered the bird. He'd been a sort of friend when he had been with Michael, bringing fat letters stuffed with adoration and cheerfulness between the lines of messy script that always brightened Remus' days. A sad smile found its way to his lips as he tried to shake off the mantle of depression thinking about Michael brought.

"What's wrong?" Sirius muttered, instantly by him, caressing his face lightly as though he were made of glass. "Remus?"

The lycan forced a smile through the sudden onslaught of irritation. He both hated and adored in equal measure that Sirius tiptoed around him so much. It obviously showed that the brunette was true to his word in loving him, not wanting to hurt or frighten him, to care for him and shield him. But Remus didn't want a shield. He wanted a partner, a lover and his friend. He wanted Sirius as he'd known him, not this flustering, over-protective version. Because while this new Sirius was sweet and endearing…he missed the old, passionate, bubbly, and at times vulgar, Sirius.

"I'm fine Sirius," he assured his friend, squeezing the hand that was still attached to the Animagus'. "Really."

"Okay," the darker-haired man replied. "So…I'm starved. We should go get something to eat."

Remus pursed his lips as though he were thinking, and moved to sit on the edge of Sirius' bed, bouncing experimentally. "Or we could order in."

Sirius cocked a brow. "Or we could eat out." There was a brief pause before Remus snorted in laughter and the brunette was unable to help himself join in.

"Thought you batted for the other team now," Remus gasped after his laughter had subsided. Sirius was grinning and didn't mind when the lycan gently tugged him forward onto the bed. They laid back, legs dangling off the side of the bed, heads turned to face one another.

Sirius sighed and rolled his eyes, too pleased to let the teasing affect him. Remus hadn't laughed so hard in weeks. And he knew, because he was rapidly becoming addicted to the soft-spoken, honey-haired man's presence. Remus bit his lip as another round of giggles shook through him before turning fully onto his side, leaning in to rest his head on the Animagus' shoulder.

"We could…'eat out', if you really want to, y'know," he murmured, eyes glittering with suppressed mirth and something Sirius couldn't quite define. He smirked and reached over to ruffle his friend's hair.

"I don't mind ordering in. Just… I mean, you don't have to tell me but… Why don't…?"

Remus sighed and rolled his eyes. "You know, for claiming to be a Seer, you're very dense at times," Remus murmured, shuffling closer before lurching up in a blurred movement. When Sirius opened his eyes from blinking, the lycan was atop him, straddling his lap. Oh damn.

"Wha-what are you d-doing?" Sirius stuttered. "Remus, I-" But Remus covered his mouth with a hand.

"Sirius, for once in your life, listen to me when I tell you…shut the hell up." He removed his hand and Sirius opened his mouth to say something, anything, but then Remus' mouth was on his, tongue hungry and challenging in his mouth.

He tried to pull back, but his head only sank into the supple bedclothes and mattress, Remus' mouth going with him. Greedy hands pawed his belt and he couldn't control the groan. His hands fisted tightly, painfully, in the supple duvet cover, as he struggled for control. Mind and body strived for two different outcomes, and Sirius couldn't move, torn with indecision as he was.

His body was demanding, in a virtual scream of hormones and pounding arteries, that he grab Remus and snog the living fuck out of him (and then fuck the life out of him), but there was the sensible, reasonable part of his brain that said he should be doing this at all. He lay there, indecisive, for what seemed an eternity and yet no time at all, before he could force his arms to push Remus away gently.

"Remus…are…I don't want to…fuck, I don't want to hurt you Remus." The lycan growled and kissed Sirius fiercely again.

"I'm not made of glass," he panted, his mouth ravaging the brunette's again. "I'm not going to break if you touch me." His hips rolled and Sirius moaned, eyes fluttering shut. "And I'm not," Remus hissed against his ear, "going to keep letting you deny me. I want this goddammit, so deal with it." His lips found Sirius' again and kissed him possessively and Sirius, unable to find excuses anymore, kissed back just as hard with just as much enthusiasm, hands snaking over the fairer-haired man's back and neck and arse.

"Ohh fuck," Sirius rasped as Remus nipped and licked harshly down his neck. It was too much, too fast, but he didn't dare make a sound for fear the other man would stop his ministrations and leave Sirius hanging with a helluva hard-on. "Mmm…don't stop."

Remus felt his heart swell as his cheeks burned pink. He was responsible for the harmony of moans and soft sounds of pleasure rumbling up from his friend's larynx. It was he who turned Sirius fucking Black into a stuttering mess of incoherent need. And most important of all, it was his name that Sirius whimpered as he shoved his shirt up, helping the Animagus to remove it, before greedily sucking one of the scrumptious nipples on the pale plane of chest into his mouth. Remus moaned as control, pure, unadulterated and heady control, raged through him, the wolf howling victoriously as lips and tongue and teeth laid claim to what was his.

Unable to take it much longer, Remus pulled back, quickly divesting himself of his own shirt. "I want you," he purred, throwing his clothing aside with abandon. "I want you in me," he panted huskily, urging Sirius to slither further up the bed, which he readily did. "Oh gods, Sirius…I need you so fucking bad."

Sirius grunted and reached for Remus belt, his hands shaking so much with pent-up sexual tension and nerves that he could barely get the damn thing undone. Remus smirked as he managed to kick himself free of the bothersome trousers and underwear, finally sitting naked atop him, looking for all the world like a fallen angel to the Animagus' eyes. "Remus," he whispered, reaching out tentatively, reverently almost, to stroke a hand down the smooth contours of his lightly scarred torso. Remus shivered in the wake of those fingers, the gentle touch rippling desire throughout his body.

The lycanthrope bit his lower lip in a motion that shouldn't logically have made Sirius' cock throb quite as hard as it did, and let those delectable, long-fingered hands slide down the flawless surface of Sirius' chest and stomach and hips to finally rest on his pulsating cock. "Gods, Remus, please," he choked out through the thick knot of arousal burning in his throat. Remus drew in a shuddering breath, eyes falling shut, and then opened over-bright amber-eyes that shone dimly with what looked suspiciously like tears.

Sirius made to sit up, kicking himself mentally for being so stupid as to letting things get this far when Remus clearly wasn't ready for it, but the next thing he realized, the honey-haired man was bending down, tugging suggestively at the smooth-polished leather of his belt with his teeth. Good fucking Merlin…

His hands shook as he threaded them through the werewolf's hair, pulse racing in time with his panting, gasping breaths. Remus somehow managed to get his belt undone (he made a mental note to ask later just how in the devil he did it) and his tongue snaked out to taste the little trail of hair that disappeared into the hem of Sirius' pants. Those fingers that the brunette just wanted to suck on until sweet orgasm washed over him deftly unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down roughly.

Sirius lifted his hips and helped to remove the garment hissing as the cooler air of his flat washed over his hot, hard cock. "Fuck, Remus…"

The two words were enough for the lycan, and, with his heart drumming furiously in his chest, he leaned down, letting his mouth wrap comfortably around the length of prick before him. It was astonishing, he mused as his lips sucked and slid agonizingly slow over Sirius' shaft, how familiar the bitter tang of his more-than-a-friend friend's pre-come was in the back of his throat and on his tongue.

His own cock was aching with need, and he was unable to resist any longer, despite wanting to draw out his lover's passion for as long as physically possible. He pulled up with one last nerve shattering suck, panting just as hard as Sirius was, and crawled up the Animagus' body to press their lips together again as he positioned the thick shaft of phallus at his entrance.

"R-Remus, are you sure-?" Sirius managed to grit out through clenched teeth as the lycan pulled back and knelt, poised on the very brink of something hugely significant in their relationship, above him.

"I'm positive Padfoot. I…I want this." His voice was firm with resolution and harder than his cock.

"Shouldn't I…? I don't want to hurt you Mooney," the brunette murmured, hands gliding reassuringly up hair-sprinkled thighs and gently palming the amber-eyed man's dripping head. Remus practically growled his pleasure – it really was close to the full – and pushed downward, forcing the Animagus' cock into himself.

There was a tight, burning sensation as the thick shaft of flesh pressed into his un-stretched arse, but Remus reveled in it, the feeling only pushing his pleasure up a few delicious notches. Sirius practically howled expletives, hands tightening unconsciously on his lover's hips, fingers digging into the smooth, pale flesh. He waited until the burn slowly faded before rising and then sliding back down a few more agonizing inches.

"Remus," Sirius gasped, huffing and puffing, "Remus…ohh fuck, you're too tight…I'm not going to last… Oh good fucking Godric…"

Remus levered up again before sinking down, finally taking the entirety of Sirius' length into himself, groaning at the sharp stab of pleasure to his prostate. His hips swirled tantalizingly, and a groan echoed up from his throat as wave after wave of ecstasy lapped at the shore of his sanity, eroding it as effectively as water does a sandy cliff. "Yes…" The word hissed out, dragging the sound of the s into a string of completion.

They were both too impatient to savour the moment, and with the gentle guiding hands of the brunette, Remus settled into a frenzied pace, sliding up and down on Sirius' cock, his own member bouncing temptingly, drawing the brunette's hands before long. Remus groaned and moved faster, clenching as he rode out the invisible waves of pleasure every stroke to his prostate created.

"Fuck…fucking buggering FUCK! I-…I'm going to come Remus…" Sirius practically snarled, now thrusting up as hard as possible into his friend-turned-lover, gripping his hips to amplify his own movements.

"Yes!" Remus screamed as the desire exploded in the bit of his belly and from the tip of his cock, splattering artfully across Sirius' hand and stomach. Sirius felt his own euphoria tip into the brink of completion. The stunning image of Remus straddling him, chest heaving, head thrown back, blurred with the intensity of the flames consuming the Animagus' body and he whispered a heated "I love you," as he came and surrendered himself to the man who had stolen his heart.

They lay, one on top of the other, trying to regain their breath and slow their racing pulses, sweat cooling slowly on their bodies. Limbs tangled recklessly, perfectly, in sated pleasure and Remus pressed gently lips into Sirius' neck.

"Do you really love me?" he murmured, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to face rejection.

"You silly prat," Sirius scoffed lightly. He rolled them confidently, his weight barely pressed over the lycan's body, his half-hard cock still buried in him. He looked into Remus' uniquely amber, hauntingly beautiful eyes and grinned, heart full. "Of course I love you."

Remus smiled an angel's smile and pulled their lips together. "I want you," he rasped, finally breaking their lip lock.

"Again?" Sirius teased, even as his own libido flared valiantly. "And you say I'm insatiable."

The lycan slid those pianist's hands down the smooth contours of Sirius' back, finally cupping his glorious buttocks and squeezing before a Marauder's glint shone in his eyes. The darker haired man couldn't think to reply before a hand spanked him lightly, teasingly, but with enough sting to excite.

Sirius grunted. "Mmm, Merlin, I adore you Mooney." Remus smiled triumphantly. "But I'm going to devour every inch of that body of yours before I let you come again."

Remus' answer was clear as he pulled his best friend in the entire world, and the man he was certain would carry him through this storm in his life, close and wrapped his legs around the supple pale flesh before thrusting his tongue into Sirius' mouth. The world seemed light…bright, and freshly exciting all of a sudden. It was a world of hope and happiness, love and laughter. Remus' tattered heart shone.

But like all good things, it was destined to end at some point or another. And as the two gently, adoringly made love until their exhausted bodies couldn't anymore, neither knew just how soon that would be.

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Author's Note: so…sort of not a cliffy...BUT LOOK! SMUT! *points* :D LOL, I know I said this would be only a few more chapters but…just stick around. ;D And now go check out Decimare's fic!! DO IT! Cheers!!