A/N: Began: 3/30/13 End: 4/13/13

Sorry for the whole… hiatus. Lucky you guys, I'm now back to work. I find it easy to bury my grief into my writing. This should explain what I'm about to do, which will probably anger you all. Sooo in order to make sure you all don't try to kill me, I'm giving you an almost sex-scene. HUZZAH!

"You mean you're showing us an episode of Sherlock?" saidthefunnyoneintheroom.

I had to up the rating on this for you boogers. Enjoy my almost-sex scene from the POV of Sirius. I hate writing full on sex scenes, simply because… I dunno how to at all O_O for all I know this one sucks itself. I added… details to it?

Big thanks for all the reviews and condolences, which I took all into account. Particularly one from Ludost, who gave me tips on Remus. I must say, I find him the hardest of all of them to write on. He's just a big ball of complexity. She also gave me a little tip on plot development. Another hard aspect of writing, oy! Just need to find a way to make a plot without ripping out my heart from feels. I CANNOT DO THIS THOUGH, FEELS ARE ON!

Wow, sorry for talking so much…

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The buttons on Remus Lupin's shirt were pretty easy to pry apart from the fabric. Remus didn't seem too happy about his shirt being ripped, but I didn't really care. Now the shirt was split down the middle, revealing a little part of his nearly translucent skin that lined his chest and abdominal region. The entire region was covered in cuts and scars. I slipped the remains of the shirt off, Remus sat in front of me on my bed, his feet twisted into the folds of the sheet. I inhaled, seeing the rest of the blemishes on him. The cuts were almost delicate, they formed crosshatches and pictures. They could be considered art, if one looked at them in a certain way. The weird, twisted part of me considered them beautiful, just like the rest of him. I could see Remus' body going taut; he wasn't used to being exposed. I brushed a finger down on of the cuts, barely putting down any pressure. I felt him shiver and hunched down, kissing the cut. I could hear his ragged breath, and felt the hot air on the back of my neck.

"S-Sirius…"

"You're lovely." I whispered, interrupting him. "You're so lovely, and brilliant." I felt his lips on my neck and the spot where he planted them began to tingle. His hands slipped to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, in contrast to the way I simply ripped his off. I bent up from my hunched form while he unbuttoned, feeling like an animal compared to his delicacy. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, we were opposites, but in the heat of the moment, we were magnetized. The warmth of the cloth left my body as I shook off the shirt, and goosebumbs littered my flesh. His arms wrapped around mine, entrapping me in a new kind of warmth that seemed to radiate from him. He was the sun, and I wanted nothing more than to be enveloped by him.

He moved back slowly, removing his legs from under him and straightening out. I moved down with him, resting my hand on the mattress, right next to his neck. I was now on top of him, staring into his eyes, the size of the moon. He looked excited and scared and exactly how I felt, I could only imagine what my own face looked like. I wanted to hide the fear inside me, or at least make it less noticeable. I smirked at him, lowering the lids of my eyes and kissing his neck, dragging my lower set of teeth against his skin. His head tilted away, and his breaths became even more ragged. Somewhere, I could have sworn I heard All My Lovin' playing in the now completely distant background. It was me, Remus, and the bed. His fingers traced the ridge of my back and moved my mouth over to his. We kissed and I felt his other hand fiddle with the button on my trousers. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, dragging it against his teeth. Remus whimpered, tugging at my pants. He was having troubles, it seemed. I broke away and pressed my forehead against his, reaching down and helping him with it. I slipped the pants down, and the top hem rested around my thighs. Remus reached down, stroking the bulge in my drawers. I suddenly couldn't see too well, but all my other senses were on hyper-alert. The song became amplified in my ears, my nose tickled in delight from the smell of Remus, my sense of touch (thank God) made everything feel like nothing short of pure heaven. I could taste the air simply by inhaling, it tasted of his cologne and sweat and something sweet.

The undergarments on us were soon shed; mine bunched up at my ankles, along with my pants. I kept going back to Remus' stomach, kissing it. I dared go down further, which caused him to make almost inhuman noises. At one point, he sat up turning himself around. I knew a useful (if not naughty) spell that conjured up lube. Remus laughed at what I still swear was pure brilliance on my part.

"You learned a spell for that when, exactly?" he asked. He was still turned around, but he twisted his upper half to look at me, stroking my chin.

"Well it turned up pretty damn handy, eh?" I replied, grabbing his hand and kissing it. "Remus Lupin, may I do the honors of taking you from behind?"

"Such a gentleman." He snarked. "Sirius Black, I beg of you to."

We never meant to take it that far at all. But we did, we loved until we bled.

OoOoOo

Remus suddenly sat up straight. Sirius looked over at him and sat up and at much slower pace than him. "What is it?"

"We completely missed history of magic! Oh god, a quiz was today! Dammit! I need to apologize to Professor Binns and hope for a reschedule." Remus yanked the comforter off the bed and got up, taking them with him. He began picking up his clothes, holding the comforter up at his chest.

"Give that comforter back!" Sirius got out of bed, not caring about decency whatsoever and not taking a blanket with him. He pried the sheet from Remus' hands.

"Sirius!" Remus tried covering himself with his hands

"Not like I haven't seen it, idiot." Sirius flung the comforter back on his bed. "I literally JUST saw it. I also send my compliment toward you for your amazing genes."

"SHUT IT, SIRIUS."

"You know, you're a prefect. You have access to the fancy private bathroom. Why did we decide to do this in our shared dorm room again?" Sirius' eyes seemed to have trouble looking away from the very much embarrassed Remus.

"You can stop looking at me now." Remus threw on a pair of pants.

"It's like we didn't literally just—."

"I said SHUT IT!"

oOoOoOo

James grasped Lily's hand and looked into her beautiful green eyes. Lily smiled, looking down at the sudden eye contact. James bit his lip, smiling as well. The two were in the hallway between classes. James moved has hand up to rest on her elbow, moving closer. Lily wrapped a hand around James' upper arm, feeling hard muscle.

"Lily Evans, you are simply perf—."

"Hi, James!" Sirius grinned, suddenly showing up next to the two. He looked over at Lily and his grin faltered. "Hello, Lily…"

Lily gritted her teeth together, staring at James with wide eyes. "Sirius, we're kind of—."

"James, guess what? My and Remus are now no longer virgin olive oil."

"Okay… gross. There are things we only talk about when we aren't in the company of…" James motioned to Lily. "So you can go now."

"Hold on, you two were just fighting. Bloody hell…" Lily shook her head, red hair swaying along with it.

"It was total make-up sex." Sirius crossed his arms importantly. "I'm his first. It's a big deal."

"I don't even want to know about it, dammit Sirius, leave!" James looked over at Lily, "I am so sorry for this, my sweet."

"How good was he in bed? He seems timid in bed." Evans was quite enjoying annoying James like this. "Or is he one of those surprisingly dominant people?"

"Little timid, mostly surprising, Remus is quite good in bed." Sirius was now thankful for someone to spill all the details to.

"Quite the combo, and was there any kind of real lead up, or was it just BAM sex?" Lily turned to the disgruntled Gryffindor king. "Five bucks it was BAM sex. I feel like Sirius is the BAM sex kind."

"I don't like thinking about how my best mate is in bed…" James' innocence was slowly fading away. "L-Let's talk about something we can all enjoy."

"It's okay; I am quite enjoying this conversation. Nothing kinky, right? I am completely against Remus being kinky." Lily was now giving Sirius he full attention.

"It was mainly just sweet. A little angry. Not really much else though. Nothing weird, no fetishes were involved, god, Remus with a weird fetish. That's probably a thing. Wonder what is..." the side of Sirius' mouth quirked up. "Not that I'm against them…"

"Well you aren't, but honestly, what could Remus' fetish even be? He seems the kind that just wants a little loving. God, this is adorable. Do tell me everything, Sirius." Lily smiled.

"I'm done with you people." James walked away after that. "So freaking done." James walked off and found Peter Pettigrew out by the green houses, he appeared to be waiting for someone.

"Peter! Finally, I found a sane person!"

"Ah! James, hello! What are you doing here…? Hi." Peter looked around.

"Um, nothing, just getting away from Sirius talk about… never mind. What are you doing out here?"

"I'm just waiting for a friend." Peter kept looking to the left of him, James joined in on the looking at odd places game. "Not much else."

"Friend? You have other friends besides me?" James snorted. "That's a miracle."

"Shove off, James." Peter sneered.

"I was just joking, lighten up, Pete!"

Peter's body went stiff and his face turned red. "How many times do I have to tell you, my name is not Pete?"

"…It's a nickname." James got defensive.

"It's annoying and not my name." Peter looked off to the side again.

"Yeah… I'll just leave now. Come back when you aren't being a total asshole." James walked away.

"Whatever." Peter had more powerful friends now. He didn't need James anymore. He was now protected by the followers of Voldemort.

OoOoOo

Sirius Black walked to the kitchens after having the most pleasant of talks with Lily Evans. Everything was great. He was no longer a virgin (how he managed to stay a virgin for such a long time is a question not even our dear author can answer) and not only did he have sex, oh no, but with an attractive werewolf. That's something to be quite proud of. He wondered what was the perfect gift to give Remus, seeing as he ought to thank him for the sex. He considered a cake that read 'thanks for the sex' but then decided that would be sudden and weird. But cake was a good idea. He decided to go with cake, and it should be chocolate. Yes, a chocolate cake for Remus in thanks for sex. That was the perfect gift.

Sirius tickled the peach on the painting that granted access to the kitchens and was greeted by house-elves. The elves were quite helpful in making a chocolate cake for Sirius. And while Sirius waited, they brought him plenty of food to snack on. Sirius figured this day couldn't have been better. He was on Lily's good side, he managed to annoy James, he was getting good food, and he was able to score with Remus. The day was freaking perfect. How could this day be more perfect? The house-elves finished Sirius' cake and he left, making his way back to the dorms to wait for Remus. He figured it'd be a nice surprise there.

Sirius made his way back to his room, and he spotted the smallest specks of blood and other dried body fluids on his comforter. He looked them and couldn't help but go back to the moment and smile down at them, proud of them. At the same time, if anyone outside the living quarters came in and saw them, people would talk. Sirius looked through his books for a good cleaning spell. He supposed the house-elves would change the sheet at one point, but he also had to consider that he was sleeping there tonight, and that wasn't his blood. Remus was a beautiful human being in the rebel's mind, but he would pass on sleeping on his dried… leakage.

Of course, Remus could always spare his bed tonight.

Sirius sat down on Remus' bed, holding the cake, and waited.

OoOoOo

Remus' bum hurt.

He figured that would be a side effect of what just happened.

But damn, his bum hurt a lot… he wanted to give a good comforting rub or something. Of course, rubbing your bum is against the rules of social decorum. So as he stood, explaining to professor Binns why he completely missed his class, Remus was the most uncomfortably jubilant person in Hogwarts. Uncomfortable because his bum hurt, but jubilant because of what caused his bum to hurt. It was a weird how that entire situation worked out.

Remus left professor Binn's office and headed for the dorms. He was pretty tired, and it was justifiable why. He thought about exactly how he would be able to face Sirius again. They just did something huge and kind of wonderful. But what if it meant something different between the two of them? Remus thought it was pretty big deal. Would Sirius treat it the same? It was hard to tell, the rebel could be… childish. As he turned the corner, Remus did not even notice the group of Slytherins approaching him.

"Where's your shaggy haired boyfriend, fairy?" Rosier yelled out from the throng of snakes. Remus gave an inward sigh and looked up.

"Come again?" he asked, keeping a calm expression on his face and giving off a relaxed demeanor.

"You heard me, dumbass. Looks like your little arse fucking isn't here to protect you." The Slytherins all gathered around the two, "ooo-ing" at the statement.

"I don't need protection, Rosier. I'm capable of taking care of myself. Let's just end this conversation before you get hurt, you spineless prick." Remus said. He still kept a calm face. Staying placid and uncaring was the key. He didn't care, he didn't care, he didn't care…

"I don't think I like your tone, faggot." Rosier got into Remus' face, ready to fight

"Well that falls under the category of not my problem." Remus stayed still, refusing to back up. "Let me pass."

"Things like you should be locked up, fucking animals."

"The only thing that's acting like an animal is you." Remus' hand felt around inside his pocket, closing his fingers around his wand. He didn't care…

"You're both more gross than mudbloods and the damn Hufflepuffs." The bully snarled.

Remus drew his wand out and yelled "Stupfy!" causing Rosier to fall back, sliding on the floor a few feet. "Call me a faggot or whatever, but never insult a Hufflepuff in front of me, your mother ever taught you manners?" Remus gave a lopsided smile, said good day to the stunned Slytherins around him, and began to walk forward again, passed by Rosier.

Rosier growled, pulling out his wand and pointing at the retreating figure of Remus. "Alright, wanna play cheap moves? Levicorpus!"

Remus felt his feet leave the ground and puffed out his cheeks in anger, this was getting out of hand. He would rather just go back to his room and sleep some than deal with Rosier right now. He felt a pull in his ankle and turned upside down, and his wand slipped from his hand and rolled down a few inches. Slytherins laughed as he floated up. "Taking a leaf from Severus? I will admit, of the lot of you, he's the smartest. Still an idiot, but smart enough, for a snake." Remus called out.

"Now this isn't right… the animal is out of his cage." Rosier conjured a cage around Remus and muttered the counterjinx for levicorpus, causing the werewolf to fall onto the hard metal of the cage floor. At the moment, the halls were deserted; there were no classes on that particular corridor. Teachers were doing lessons for lower years; students who did not have a class period were outside or in their commons. Remus was outnumbered an a little hopeless.

"Funny, putting me in a cage wandless and such, I'm laughing so hard on the inside." Remus looked down and saw his wand outside the cage. "Fuck me…"

"Shut up, animal!" one of the Slytherins called out. Rosier smiled a sadistic smile and circled the cage, Remus turned around to keep his eye on him.

"How about we start off with… calvario!" Rosier's wand lit up and the light hit Remus' head. After a blinding pain, Remus watched his hair fall into his hands.

"Needed… a haircut anyway." Remus tried to keep his voice steady as he put a hand to his head and felt his hair pull easily out. "I could rock the bald look..." He didn't care, he didn't care… Slytherins all around howled in laughter. He didn't care…

"Alarte Ascendare!" Rosier yelled, flicking his wand. Remus felt his prison lift into the air fast, and the world outside the cage became a blur; he stopped midair, and felt the sudden drop of the cage settle in his stomach. He hit his head on the top of the cage, and the pain throbbed. He felt blood trickling from his head.

"Can we just pretend we don't know each other, I don't understand why you need to…" Remus rubbed his head. "Fuck…"

Rosier bowed to the clapping Slytherins, waving up his wand dramatically. "And for my final trick…" he whipped the wand back and yelled "Crucio!"

The amount of pain Remus felt was unreal. His bones felt like they were breaking, his muscles were being pulled in both directions. Acid dripped on his skin, it seemed. He screamed out as the hypothetical acid licked his insides, going down his throat and into his brain and stomach, straight down to his toes. His hands managed to grip the bars of his cage, his knuckles turning white. Slytherins around were laughing so hard, their stomachs were in knots. Rosier finally released Remus, who curled up into a corner of his cage, whimpering.

Just so this never gets out…" Rosier rested the tip of his wand on Remus' temple. "Obliviate!"

Remus' mind felt light again, and he rocked slowly. His eyes rolled back into his head and his world went dark. Rosier charmed the cage away and the gang took off running, leaving Remus lying on the floor.

A/N: It's actually quite normal to have a little blood come out from sex. If the giver is (giggity) rough enough (giggity, giggity) then they could cause a little tearing (giggity), especially with… eh… anal. I feel weird saying that word. It's a funny word and not at all sexy. Anal should be renamed to reserve sex. Because anal can also mean to have reserve. And reserve is a sexy word.

Sorry, trying to hope that rambling will make you all hate me less, because I literally just made Remus almost-dead. How did THAT happen? I feel like I'm going to be John Green when I grow up. I'll write books that make you sob like a bitch and I'll have my stupid grin in the about the author picture on the back cover, smiling at you with my evil face. The picture will just say "haha, made you cry, fuck you!"

I have a lot against John Green, the beautiful little life ruiner asshole. I love him… no I don't. Dickbutt.

Rereading my writing…. "But damn, his bum hurt a lot." –The next great writer, ladies and gents.