It was a typical
weeknight in the Gryffindor common room. Some of the sixth and seventh year
girls sat giggling by the fire, homework spread over their laps. Some of the
younger boys played a game of exploding snap over in the corner. And James sat
at a wooden table on the other side of the room, writing out his homework as
quickly as possible to get it done sooner rather than later. Every so often he’d
run a hand through his hair and lift his head to look over at the giggling
girls. Almost always, Lily looked up at the same moment and smiled back at him.
As Sirius walked in through the portrait hole, he skillfully intercepted a
chocolate frog that sailed across the room from Lily to James. Both blushed,
having hoped the token would have gone unnoticed, but Sirius just grinned and
placed the frog on top of James’ current open book.
James
nodded in thank you and unwrapped it at once. Inside
the wrapper was a small purple note from Lily, which he pocketed before Sirius
could call him on it. A chocolate frog token of affection was one thing for him
to see, reading a whole touchy-feely note was another thing altogether. One of
the third years vacated a chair just as Sirius reached for it, turned it around
and sat across the table from James, arms folded on the chair back, his chin
resting on them. “Hey, Mate. How’s the work?”
“Nearly
done,” James confessed. “Bet you haven’t started yet.”
“Right in
one,” Sirius said, watching the frog hop across the table before James snatched
it up. “Why bother with it tonight when I can jot it down tomorrow morning
before class?”
“To get it
out of the way,” James explained, though there was little emotion in his voice,
and it was clear he truly preferred Sirius’ method. In the silence that
followed, James’ head throbbed. He knew he had to bring up the topic, just
didn’t want to go about it the wrong way. Finally, James leaned closer to
Sirius, so as not to be overheard. “Say, have you noticed anything peculiar
about Remus lately?”
Sirius
shifted uncomfortably in his chair with a cough. “No, ah, I mean, it’s Spring, isn’t it? Everyone’s been a bit distracted lately. N.E.W.T.s coming
up, and then jobs afterwards and all that.” But Sirius thought he knew
specifically what James was referring to. “And you and Lily seem pretty
distracted whenever you’re around each other.”
James
grinned widely and nodded. “All I’m saying is that you might want keep a close
watch on him. It’s a few days until the moon still,
and it seems like his mind is already there.”
Nodding,
Sirius stood. He tore a leg off James’ chocolate frog without asking and headed
up the stairs to the dormitory.
Even though
Sirius had seen Remus head for bed not an hour ago, he was not in the dormitory
when Sirius reached it. Peter was there, lying on his stomach on his bed as he
flipped through one of his textbooks. “Hey Padfoot,” he called, and raised a
hand in greeting. “What’s going on?”
“Apparently
not much,” Sirius mumbled, looking around the otherwise vacant room. “I
thought… didn’t Moony come in here?” Sirius pulled back the hangings on his own
bed, the only other place Moony could have been, but he wasn’t there either.
Peter
nodded and flipped a page of his book. “Yeah. He came
in and changed, paced around a bit, sat by the window, then went off to
shower.”
Sirius
raised an eyebrow. “That’s a pretty detailed account. What, are you writing a
book about the guy?”
Peter
blushed and shook his head, still smiling. “Nah, he just made such a production
of it. Hard not to notice.”
“All right,
thanks.” He went to leave, but then turned back. He had nicked the chocolate
for Remus, who always seemed hungry for some right before a full moon, but
soggy chocolate was not his thing. Holding out the piece of chocolate frog, he
said to Peter, “You want this then?” Peter smiled and popped it into his mouth
at once.
There had
been a time six years ago when he would have been overly cautious about any
food Sirius handed him. But they had all grown to trust each other like family
over the years and Peter ate it without a second thought. “Thanks,” he said,
following it by running a tongue between his lips to catch the last of the
chocolate.
He gave
Peter a nod, then headed up the stairs to the boy’s
bathroom. It was locked when he got there, which wasn’t unexpected. In their
first year or two, none of them really understood why the older boys always
locked it, but now that they were in their seventh year, the reason was all too
obvious. Just the same, Sirius pulled out his wand and used Alohomora
on it. The hiss of water sounded from the showers at the far side of the
bathroom. Sirius shut and locked the door behind him before stripping off his
shirt, kicking off his shoes, and going into the showers to find Remus.
Remus was
in the far stall, the water going at full spray. His pale body rocked back and
forth past the stall divider and back in again so that Sirius could see him
only half the time. Sirius grinned mischievously as he watched Remus. One hand
was against the wall in front of him, the other slid up and down his cock with
the same rhythm as his swaying. He had a pained expression on his face and was
biting so hard a small trickle of blood ran down his chin but was rinsed away
by the shower. But as pained as he looked, he also uttered grunts Sirius
recognized as pleasurable ones. Sirius had seen Remus toss off, before, but
never with such an urgent violence.
Remus gave
a loud groan, arching his back, throwing his head back, mouth open as he panted
and grunted. But when his eyes opened and he spotted Sirius, he gasped and
turned to the side against the wall of the stall. “How long… you been
watching?” he asked, water still streaming down onto him, making his speech
sound wet.
“Not long,”
Sirius said, still grinning. He unzipped his trousers and walked over, sticking
his hand down into his boxers. “Can I help?”
Remus shook
his head, rubbed a hand over his face and pulling away slightly so that the water
hit only his body, not his face. “Not this time.”
Sirius
looked disappointed, and pouted playfully. “But seeing you stroke yourself like
that…” he said, beginning to rub himself as well. “Makes me want you so badly. Come on, Mate. Just give us a go?
Door’s locked.” He continued going forward.
Remus shook
his head again. “The door was locked before, too,” Remus stated. “If I’d wanted
company, I wouldn’t have bothered.”
Sirius
laughed, now only a stall away. He let his pants fall to his ankles and stepped
out of them. “You always bother with things like that. You never want an
audience. Always careful and quiet, that’s you.” He sighed, still touching
himself. He sighed as his own touches felt especially good. “Oh, Rem… I’ve got to do something about this now.” And he
smiled charmingly at Remus.
But fire
was burning in Lupin’s eyes, which were usually soft and sweet, even when in
the throws of passion. Lupin grabbed a towel and threw it hard at Sirius, who
managed just to catch it with his free hand. “Then go find your own stall to
jerk off in. This one’s taken.”
Sirius
pulled off his boxers, presenting himself and his hard-on in an attempt to
change Remus’ mind. But all Remus did was mutter, “Go away, Siri,”
and turn back into the stall to catch the full spray. Instantly, he began
rubbing himself again, this time stroking harder and faster than before.
Thinking
that the young man would change his mind once their session together started,
Sirius ignored Remus and went to him. He had his arms out to wrap one around
Remus’ middle from behind. But he pulled back with a screech of surprise the
instant he got close. What he had assumed to be a normal shower was actually
ice cold. Still, Remus was stiff and stroking, ignoring Sirius’ scream. “I said
go away!” Remus repeated, not even looking back at him as he rubbed himself.
Sirius
snatched his clothes from the floor and headed straight out of the showers. He
redressed in the bathroom, swearing vulgarly and shivering as the memory of the
cold water against his bare skin had been. If that’s what Remus wanted, then
fine. He’d only wanted to help. James was obviously concerned, and Peter had
been concerned enough to at least notice him. But if Remus would rather toss
off than talk or even be with him, then fine. He stormed from the bathroom, not
bothering to lock the door behind out of spite. He wasn’t used to being turned
down when it came to sex. And certainly not when it came to
Remus.
* * *
Sirius
rolled over in bed in the middle of the night, expecting to find Remus beside
him. But, as he hugged a pillow to his chest, he realized that Remus wasn’t
there because he had insisted on spending the night in his own bed for a
change. Frustrated, Sirius punched his pillow and rolled back over, his back to
where Remus’ bed stood.
It was then
that he heard something all too familiar. It wasn’t the sound of Peter’s heavy
snoring, or even of James shaking in bed with a bad dream. Instead, it was the
soft panting and grunting Remus made whenever he was working himself up
sexually. It appeared the young man was at it again, only three hours since his
shower, too. While both Sirius and Remus were possessed of fantastic sex
drives, this was a little too extreme even for them.
Sirius
pulled back the curtains around his bed and padded, bare-footed and
bare-chested, over to Remus’ bed. “Rem?” he whispered
as softly as possible so as not to wake the others. Unfortunately, he was so
quiet that Remus did not hear him either. Not above his pants and grunts, at
least. With a deep breath, Sirius pulled back the hangings of his bed.
Remus sat
on the far edge, his back to Sirius. His pajama top was on, but half
unbuttoned, and his pajama bottoms lay, discarded, on the blankets. He was
stroking himself again, with that same violent rhythm as before and that same
angry glint in his eyes when he looked back at Sirius. “Close ‘em, damn it!” he growled, teeth clenched.
Sirius
froze, not quite sure what to do. He had never seen Remus like this. The young
man always wanted their trysts to be romantic, loving, passionate.
On the few occasions upon which he’d seen Remus pleasing himself in the past,
those same desires had come out then as well. This was not the Remus he knew
and was too concerned to want to back away.
“In or out-
doesn’t matter! Just shut the hangings, you berk!” Remus
snapped over his shoulder as he continued to rub himself. Taking it as a sign
that Remus didn’t use a ruder term to describe him, Sirius climbed onto the bed
and closed the hangings around them. He crawled across the bed and put a hand
on Remus’ shoulder, but Remus shook it off with a grunt. His upper body, which
leaned forward, rocked with his strokes. One lower arm rested on his bare
thigh, his hand tightened into a tight fist. Then his breathing, already heavy
pants, raced and he groaned in pleasure as he shot. His whole body tensed and
then shook with absolute relief. He grabbed a hand towel, wiped himself off, then fell back against the bed, still panting.
“Better?”
Sirius asked softly, in that caring tone he always
reserved just for Remus after sex.
But Remus
shook his head and cupped his hand at his crotch, adjusting himself. “Not
really.” He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
Sirius
reached over and ran his hand across Remus’ forehead, wiping away the sweat.
Then he leaned down to kiss Remus, but pulled away suddenly. He looked
startled, confused, his eyes running the length of the man and back again. Then
Sirius turned into his animagus form and took a deep sniff at Remus, first
towards his neck and armpit, then at his crotch. Sirius the dog gave a whimper
of surprise, backing away, unsteady on the mattress with four paws. Then he
risked going close again, and instead of just smelling, he nudged Remus’ cock
with his nose. Remus’s cock twitched and grew hard
again at the touch, and Sirius back away again in
surprise. Just as he was about to put a paw down wrong and fall off the bed, he
turned back into a human and fell face-first into the blankets without
regaining his balance. He looked up at Remus with pale eyes, shocked to see
that the man was ready to go at it again. “What the fuck is wrong?” he
breathed.
After
pulling his pants back on, he grabbed his crotch again. “Maybe you should go
back to bed,” he said, rolling over to his side with his back to Sirius.
Absentmindedly, he began stroking himself again.
“Maybe you
could tell me what the fuck is going on!” said Sirius, a bit too loudly. He
heard Peter give a snort but fall back to sleep a moment later with a happy sigh.
“You don’t smell like yourself,” Sirius whispered.
“That’s
because I’m not myself,” replied Remus simply. He grunted and plunged his hands
beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms to rub himself again. “Oh Merlin!”
he groaned, rolling with his face into the pillow to muffle the loud sound of
frustration.
As
attracted to Remus’ rear as he always was, it dawned on Sirius that another
part of Remus called to him even more now. It was then that comprehension
dawned on him. “Remus!” he hissed softly. “You’re not in heat, are you?”
Remus nodded, face still buried in the pillows. “Second time
ever,” he said, answering Sirius’ unasked question. “Last time was just when I
became an adolescent. Didn’t have much to me then. So
now it’s about ten times worse than before.” Angrily, he pulled off his pants,
flipped over to his back, and resumed the stroking with purpose again.
Sirius
watched, still somewhat in shock. He had been very much under the impression
that males of any species, be they real dogs or wolves or even werewolves, did
not go into heat. Then again, as the bottom, Remus was the least masculine
werewolf Sirius had ever met. But as he was also the only werewolf Sirius had
ever met, that wasn’t saying much either. He sighed and ran a hand down Remus’
arm, petting tenderly. “Oh Remus… I’m so sorry…” Then, softly, “Why didn’t you
tell me?”
It was
Remus’ turn to look shocked. “What? What’d you expect me to say? I’m a bitch in
heat, so pardon me while I jerk off for the eleventh time tonight?”
Sirius
gasped. “Eleven?”
“Twenty-nine
in all since this whole bit started this morning.”
“Fuck!”
Sirius exclaimed, looking over his mate in disbelief. “And you didn’t want to
bother telling me about this?”
Remus
shrugged. “Nothing you can do.” He gave a weak smile. “And you’ve got to admit this
is pretty embarrassing.”
“But Remus…
we could… I mean…” he searched for the words, but absolutely nothing seemed proper
to follow the news that Remus had tossed off twenty-nine times in a day.
“Yeah,”
Remus said with a laugh. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. You offered to take me
in the shower earlier. That’d do me no good at all.” He looked over at Sirius.
“Okay, maybe a little. But… not the same way.” He was still rubbing at his cock
but flinched in surprise as Sirius reached out and cupped his balls carefully,
rubbing them lightly.
Quickly,
before he could regret it, Sirius let his thought spill out, “Well then. Maybe
you should take me instead.” He raised an eyebrow and looked hesitantly up at
Remus.
To his
surprise, Remus was looking back, both eyebrows raised. “You’d want to?” he
asked. His hand slowed, as did his breathing. “I didn’t think… well, you’re
always the top, aren’t you? I didn’t think you were into flipping.”
Sirius
shrugged. “Yeah but…” He reached over and began stroking Remus’ cock for him,
lingering at the head, his thumb rubbing the cleft gently. Remus shuddered with
pleasure and gave a deep sigh, eyes trailing off to the top of his canopy bed.
“I’d rather you enjoy yourself.” He leaned forward to get in Remus’ line of
sight. “Assuming you would enjoy yourself to do that.”
Remus gave
a great grin, seized Sirius’ shoulders, and slammed him down against the bed.
He pulled off his own shirt so that he was completely naked, sweating and
shaking with tension. He yanked down Sirius’ bottoms, then
decided to remove them completely. Sirius, though smiling, seemed tense and
nervous. But Remus did not notice as he grabbed his wand. The lubrication spell
had been Sirius’ stroke of brilliance years ago, but Remus hadn’t had as much
practice with it. He performed it well enough, and entered Sirius in seconds.
Sirius gasped, but Remus reached down and clamped a hand over his mouth to
muffle the sound. Sirius gave him a nod, and he released his hand, then began to thrust. His hips seemed to find their rhythm
instantly, even though he had never done this before. And Sirius, who had
certainly never bottomed, found that the sensation was so much more enjoyable
that he had to bury his face in the pillow completely to keep from screaming in
pleasurable pain.
It only
took a few minutes for Remus to work himself up completely. It felt to Sirius
as though he were holding back as long as possible, and just when he was ready
to call out, Remus came. And it wasn’t Remus’ normal quiet, suppressed sort of
finishing at all. No, grunted loudly on his last few thrusts, his hands
gripping Sirius’ rear tightly. And he cried out as he came as though he did not
care who heard. Sirius found himself following suit,
though able to keep quiet, his face still buried in the pillow.
Remus fell
off Sirius, panting with exhaustion. He reached over and grabbed the towel,
cleaning Sirius off before himself, then chucking it
onto the floor. They exchanged somewhat-content somewhat-surprised looks, then it was Sirius who took Remus in his arms and cuddled
him tenderly.
“Everyone
all right?” came James’ voice through the silence, and
both Remus and Sirius had to stifle laughs.
“Just fine,
Prongs! Go back to bed!” Sirius called, then clamped a
hand over his mouth to dampen the sound of laughter as his body shook with it.
“He sounded half asleep,” Sirius told Remus. “He won’t remember in the
morning.”
Remus eyed
Sirius knowingly. “I will.”
Sirius gave
him a strong kiss, then broke away, stroking not the
man’s cock, but his cheek. Remus looked so much happier than he had suffering
through this alone. “I never want you to go into heat again without me right
beside you,” he whispered. “Consider this an open invitation to take me anytime
you want to. Anytime you need to.”
Remus
grinned wholly, his eyes dancing now with pleasure and affection. “An offer you
may regret.” He kissed Sirius’ cheek and snuggled against him to fall asleep,
both of them still naked beneath a blanket. But as Sirius fell asleep, he felt
Remus’ erection press into his thigh and he had a feeling neither would be
getting too much sleep this night. Not that he was too terribly disappointed in
this.
* * *
As it was a
weekday and they all had classes, the others woke early and dressed. “Oy, Mate!” James called, knocking on the bedpost of Sirius’
bed. “Better get up or you’ll miss breakfast.” Silence met this kind warning,
and James became slightly suspicious. “Padfoot?” He
poked his head cautiously in between the hangings to see a rumpled but empty
bed. Knowing that it wasn’t at all logical for Sirius to have woken early, he
moved on to Remus’ bed. “Moony? ‘S Padfoot with you?
It’s nearly time for breakfast you two.”
At once,
the hangings were pulled back. James jumped back in surprise, and Peter, who
was across the room, lacing up a shoe, gave a yelp. Remus sat with a blanket
covering his waist, though it showed that he was naked. Sirius lay on his
stomach, rump exposed and slightly red. He looked up casually, elbow bent on
the bed, chin resting in his hand. “I don’t think we’ll be going down to
breakfast this morning, thanks. And take good notes for us in all the classes.
We’ll be missing those, too.”
James
looked from one to the other, mouth open. “Remus?” he asked, hoping that the
prefect among them would at least talk sensibly.
Remus
shrugged. “I’ve come down with something,” he only half lied. “And I think
Sirius might have caught it from me. I don’t think it’s healthy for either of
us to attend classes today until we’re over it.” His tone was soft and smooth
as always, but he grinned madly as he said it.
Peter
looked concerned, James looked mildly amused. “Fine.
Just try to stop shagging long enough to remember to eat, will you?” He grabbed
the curtain fabric out of Remus’ hand and pulled it closed around them. “C’mon,
Peter,” he said with a sigh.
As the
other two left the room, Sirius called out, “And remember to close the door
after! We wouldn’t want to disturb anyone with sounds of our symptoms!”
Remus let
out a laugh, and they heard the door click closed behind. “You’re terrible.”
Sirius
rolled over onto his back, trying to hide his wince of pain as his rear pressed
against the bed. “You’re worse.” He grabbed the man and pulled him off the bed.
“Take me on the floor now that they’re gone?”
Remus
grinned and pushed him down onto the rug. Remus lay on top of him, forcing him
down hard. “I want to pound you so hard that they hear us a floor below.”