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What has four legs in the morning
Auther: Roisin
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating NC17
Disclaimer: Only the Storyline is mine, rest belong to JKR. No profit is being made
Warning: Non Con (Under Age, consentual)
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I remember what it was like, all those years ago. We’d enter the great hall, youthful exuberance lending us energy to drag out feet across those old stone blocks to our house tables at some unspeakable time in the morning. Our knees and thighs would touch while we ate, sending small shivers throughout us, waking us up, and any contact made was heaven. Your hand would drop to my leg, as I was always at your left-hand side, and rub the thigh slightly, turning me on. The reason we always had breakfast as soon as the doors opened, if you could get me out of bed that is. We ate lightly in the morning, toast and butter, or something similar, before heading back up to the dorms. If we passed James in the corridor, and we usually did, he would smile at us and give us thumbs up, the all clear.
The dorms were always empty when we returned, and as soon as I had had locked the door you would come over to me and pin your lips to mine, clamping our bodies together with your gentle hands. I would lean into you, my hands travelling though your hair to tousle it, holding you to me so you wouldn’t move back, wouldn’t leave me. There was desperation in those kisses, the sweetness in your lips as my tongue flipped over them, meeting yours, exploring the familiar crevices of your mouth, your hands about my slender waist. Then I would push you backwards onto my bed, usually where we’d spent the night before, which lay in a direct line from the door. I straddled you when your legs folded at the uncertain impact. Only then would we release each other, our hands moving to unfasten the others robes, still kissing between pulling robes over heads, but also moving down our now exposed necks and chest, biting lightly upon collar bones and sucking over pulse points. Those simple moves created such pleasure for us. It was with triumph that I would remove your robes fully, discarding them on the floor, and you wouldn’t be far after me. With all clothing discarded our minds were free to concentrate on each other, and out hands free to roam
We would hold each other close, kissing deeply, our hands roaming where they would. I loved the feel of your smooth skin even then, the way your muscles rippled just under the surface, and it was divine to my senses. Then you would take a firm hold of my erection, determined to bring me to a climax. It was always you that would start this, I don’t know why, but it was never me. I was always there for you a fraction of a second afterwards though. We would go for it, each working as hard as the other, gasping with pleasure as it came over us in waves. Our kisses were almost brutal at that time, but they were also electric, holding us even closer to each other. Then there was that ultimate pleasure, stars burst behind my shuttered eyes. My breath came in short, sharp gasps and the intense feeling caused my back to arch, my free hand gripping hard at the covers below me. When I looked over at you I knew you felt the same. We lay still afterwards, our prone frames too exhausted to move. Leaning over you I would check the time. Quarter of an hour before class, just enough time to shower and recover. So we would shower and dress each other, stealing soft kisses and touches before we left for our lessons.
There is one day I will never forget, for all the wrong reasons, followed by all the right ones. We’d overslept that day, and had only just caught breakfast before heading straight to our classes. We only just made it on time, and wouldn’t have made it at all if it weren’t a full moon. My wolf instincts were heightened, so I had sensed Peeves waiting with a trick for the next student to walk past, and I managed to get you to go another way without any questions. The fact that it was a secluded, empty corridor may have helped there, as we kissed down its length.
Our first class was Defence Against the Dark Arts. Feeling more relaxed I entered the classroom and took my seat next to you. I then looked up at the board, and my heart froze over. Today’s topic was werewolves. I knew this would have come sometime, but I had secretly harboured a hope that it wouldn’t come at all. My mind seemed to tell my hand to write, for without even realising it I had taken a full page of notes. I kept glancing over at you, James and Peter, and within the first five minutes I saw the realisation drawing on your faces, after this I kept my head down at my book, not wanting to see the look in your eyes, all three pairs. To tell the truth, I had wondered if Peter would work it out, but he surprised me by catching on almost as fast as you and James did. I felt sick, sat there in the cold room with its high windows casting slits of light like a jail cell. Almost absently I wondered if anyone else had worked it out, pieced the puzzle of my life together. I thought of whether I would have any friends left by the end of the lesson, or if I would be alone again.
I was the first to leave as the bell rang throughout the corridors, and I made a swift line to the doors out of the building, heading to the Shrieking Shack
“Remus!” No Sirius, not now.
I needed to be alone, I couldn’t face it at that time, the anger and betrayal that I would see in your eyes. I walked on, head held high, pretending I hadn’t heard you, if I could just reach the doors.
“Remus!” You called again, louder and more desperate this time. I was almost to the door. People heard you shout again, and looked at me, puzzled as to why one of the closest friends, ha, if only they knew, of Sirius Black was ignoring him.
“Remus! Wait!” I heard the pain in your voice, but I had reached the door, and was soon out of them and running as swiftly as I could away from the castle. The speed I travelled at alarmed me; it must have been my wolf instincts.
Gasping for breath I arrived at the Willow planted over the entrance to a passageway. I reached for a branch and prodded a knot in the base of the tree before dodging inside, keeping an eye out for anyone around the area. I saw you nearby, but I knew you hadn’t seen me as you were looking around yourself, looking for me.. I was thankful for the cool dark of that tunnel. The chill cooled my burning face as I made my way down the passageway. Tears now fell freely down my face and I didn’t bother even to wipe them away. I felt that my life had collapsed about my ears in that room, I knew I was alone again. I entered the shack and settled down to wait.
The pain that night was excruciating, boosted from its normal levels by hunger, exhaustion and depression. I had cried almost all that day, tears of longing and frustration, at the thought that I had lost you. You can have no idea how much that hurt even after only a year together. Or perhaps you do. The change seemed to take an age that night, the youthful body that I had then bent double in pain. Finally it was over, I was a wolf again. I let out a long, mournful how and searched for a way out.
I lay very still the next morning, the pain was too much for me to even consider moving. Finally it began to ease and I pulled the spare pair of robes over my head that had been left there by Madam Pomfrey, the ones that I had been wearing were torn to ribbons now. Even dressing caused pain, both emotional and physical. The wounds I had inflicted upon myself reopened, and the blood of wounds far deeper than any I had ever inflicted upon myself bonded my robes to my skin. I remembered how you had once carefully administered to some wounds inflicted upon me by the Slytherins. We hadn’t long since been going out then. Now you were no longer mine.
Finally I left the shack and made my way back up to the castle, knowing Madam Pomfrey would worry if I were any longer. As I walked, I was only barely aware of the other students hurrying past to breakfast, and I picked up my pace. The robes left for me were harsh and rubbed on the barely healed cuts, in the places where it wasn’t attached to them. I hoped to reach the hospital wing soon. Unfortunately that wasn’t to be. Two pairs of hands grabbed me from behind and hauled me into an empty classroom. I turned, expecting to see a gang of Slytherins, and my jaw fell open in shock. James and Peter stood before me and… you were there. I didn’t believe it. Before I could react, you moved in and kissed me. Now I really was confused. You had worked it out, hadn’t you?
“Yes we realised, Moony.”
I found myself wandering what James was on about. Moony?
“You don’t care that I’m a… a werewolf?” I figured it out even as the words left my lips.
“Of course we don’t, why ever would we?”
You voice was soft and caressing, and even Peter whimpered,
“You\'re still Remus, apart from one night a month, two in a blue moon. Then you’re a horrid, savage monster.”
I laughed at that, and you slipped an arm about my shoulders to pull me close. Pain lanced my arm as you touched it, and I found my sleeve pulled back, reopening the cuts that had dried the robes to my arm. There was a gasp of horror and mutterings against the Slytherins. Although I felt it would be justice for all the Slytherins did, I owed everyone present an explanation for this.
“No, no. It wasn’t the Slytherins, not this time. I did this.” I indicated my mutilated arms “When I go into the Shack every full moon I lock myself in to prevent me escaping and biting someone. I get frustrated in my wolf form when I can’t escape, and so I bite myself. It’s not something I can control. Speaking of bites, I need to get to the Hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey will worry if I’m much longer.”
“We’ll go with you Rem.”
I had never felt better after a change, despite all the cuts and bites. To show my gratitude to you for, well, being you and accepting me, wolf and all, I lent in and kissed you. We had got over out first major hurdle.
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating NC17
Disclaimer: Only the Storyline is mine, rest belong to JKR. No profit is being made
Warning: Non Con (Under Age, consentual)
Please Review!
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I remember what it was like, all those years ago. We’d enter the great hall, youthful exuberance lending us energy to drag out feet across those old stone blocks to our house tables at some unspeakable time in the morning. Our knees and thighs would touch while we ate, sending small shivers throughout us, waking us up, and any contact made was heaven. Your hand would drop to my leg, as I was always at your left-hand side, and rub the thigh slightly, turning me on. The reason we always had breakfast as soon as the doors opened, if you could get me out of bed that is. We ate lightly in the morning, toast and butter, or something similar, before heading back up to the dorms. If we passed James in the corridor, and we usually did, he would smile at us and give us thumbs up, the all clear.
The dorms were always empty when we returned, and as soon as I had had locked the door you would come over to me and pin your lips to mine, clamping our bodies together with your gentle hands. I would lean into you, my hands travelling though your hair to tousle it, holding you to me so you wouldn’t move back, wouldn’t leave me. There was desperation in those kisses, the sweetness in your lips as my tongue flipped over them, meeting yours, exploring the familiar crevices of your mouth, your hands about my slender waist. Then I would push you backwards onto my bed, usually where we’d spent the night before, which lay in a direct line from the door. I straddled you when your legs folded at the uncertain impact. Only then would we release each other, our hands moving to unfasten the others robes, still kissing between pulling robes over heads, but also moving down our now exposed necks and chest, biting lightly upon collar bones and sucking over pulse points. Those simple moves created such pleasure for us. It was with triumph that I would remove your robes fully, discarding them on the floor, and you wouldn’t be far after me. With all clothing discarded our minds were free to concentrate on each other, and out hands free to roam
We would hold each other close, kissing deeply, our hands roaming where they would. I loved the feel of your smooth skin even then, the way your muscles rippled just under the surface, and it was divine to my senses. Then you would take a firm hold of my erection, determined to bring me to a climax. It was always you that would start this, I don’t know why, but it was never me. I was always there for you a fraction of a second afterwards though. We would go for it, each working as hard as the other, gasping with pleasure as it came over us in waves. Our kisses were almost brutal at that time, but they were also electric, holding us even closer to each other. Then there was that ultimate pleasure, stars burst behind my shuttered eyes. My breath came in short, sharp gasps and the intense feeling caused my back to arch, my free hand gripping hard at the covers below me. When I looked over at you I knew you felt the same. We lay still afterwards, our prone frames too exhausted to move. Leaning over you I would check the time. Quarter of an hour before class, just enough time to shower and recover. So we would shower and dress each other, stealing soft kisses and touches before we left for our lessons.
There is one day I will never forget, for all the wrong reasons, followed by all the right ones. We’d overslept that day, and had only just caught breakfast before heading straight to our classes. We only just made it on time, and wouldn’t have made it at all if it weren’t a full moon. My wolf instincts were heightened, so I had sensed Peeves waiting with a trick for the next student to walk past, and I managed to get you to go another way without any questions. The fact that it was a secluded, empty corridor may have helped there, as we kissed down its length.
Our first class was Defence Against the Dark Arts. Feeling more relaxed I entered the classroom and took my seat next to you. I then looked up at the board, and my heart froze over. Today’s topic was werewolves. I knew this would have come sometime, but I had secretly harboured a hope that it wouldn’t come at all. My mind seemed to tell my hand to write, for without even realising it I had taken a full page of notes. I kept glancing over at you, James and Peter, and within the first five minutes I saw the realisation drawing on your faces, after this I kept my head down at my book, not wanting to see the look in your eyes, all three pairs. To tell the truth, I had wondered if Peter would work it out, but he surprised me by catching on almost as fast as you and James did. I felt sick, sat there in the cold room with its high windows casting slits of light like a jail cell. Almost absently I wondered if anyone else had worked it out, pieced the puzzle of my life together. I thought of whether I would have any friends left by the end of the lesson, or if I would be alone again.
I was the first to leave as the bell rang throughout the corridors, and I made a swift line to the doors out of the building, heading to the Shrieking Shack
“Remus!” No Sirius, not now.
I needed to be alone, I couldn’t face it at that time, the anger and betrayal that I would see in your eyes. I walked on, head held high, pretending I hadn’t heard you, if I could just reach the doors.
“Remus!” You called again, louder and more desperate this time. I was almost to the door. People heard you shout again, and looked at me, puzzled as to why one of the closest friends, ha, if only they knew, of Sirius Black was ignoring him.
“Remus! Wait!” I heard the pain in your voice, but I had reached the door, and was soon out of them and running as swiftly as I could away from the castle. The speed I travelled at alarmed me; it must have been my wolf instincts.
Gasping for breath I arrived at the Willow planted over the entrance to a passageway. I reached for a branch and prodded a knot in the base of the tree before dodging inside, keeping an eye out for anyone around the area. I saw you nearby, but I knew you hadn’t seen me as you were looking around yourself, looking for me.. I was thankful for the cool dark of that tunnel. The chill cooled my burning face as I made my way down the passageway. Tears now fell freely down my face and I didn’t bother even to wipe them away. I felt that my life had collapsed about my ears in that room, I knew I was alone again. I entered the shack and settled down to wait.
The pain that night was excruciating, boosted from its normal levels by hunger, exhaustion and depression. I had cried almost all that day, tears of longing and frustration, at the thought that I had lost you. You can have no idea how much that hurt even after only a year together. Or perhaps you do. The change seemed to take an age that night, the youthful body that I had then bent double in pain. Finally it was over, I was a wolf again. I let out a long, mournful how and searched for a way out.
I lay very still the next morning, the pain was too much for me to even consider moving. Finally it began to ease and I pulled the spare pair of robes over my head that had been left there by Madam Pomfrey, the ones that I had been wearing were torn to ribbons now. Even dressing caused pain, both emotional and physical. The wounds I had inflicted upon myself reopened, and the blood of wounds far deeper than any I had ever inflicted upon myself bonded my robes to my skin. I remembered how you had once carefully administered to some wounds inflicted upon me by the Slytherins. We hadn’t long since been going out then. Now you were no longer mine.
Finally I left the shack and made my way back up to the castle, knowing Madam Pomfrey would worry if I were any longer. As I walked, I was only barely aware of the other students hurrying past to breakfast, and I picked up my pace. The robes left for me were harsh and rubbed on the barely healed cuts, in the places where it wasn’t attached to them. I hoped to reach the hospital wing soon. Unfortunately that wasn’t to be. Two pairs of hands grabbed me from behind and hauled me into an empty classroom. I turned, expecting to see a gang of Slytherins, and my jaw fell open in shock. James and Peter stood before me and… you were there. I didn’t believe it. Before I could react, you moved in and kissed me. Now I really was confused. You had worked it out, hadn’t you?
“Yes we realised, Moony.”
I found myself wandering what James was on about. Moony?
“You don’t care that I’m a… a werewolf?” I figured it out even as the words left my lips.
“Of course we don’t, why ever would we?”
You voice was soft and caressing, and even Peter whimpered,
“You\'re still Remus, apart from one night a month, two in a blue moon. Then you’re a horrid, savage monster.”
I laughed at that, and you slipped an arm about my shoulders to pull me close. Pain lanced my arm as you touched it, and I found my sleeve pulled back, reopening the cuts that had dried the robes to my arm. There was a gasp of horror and mutterings against the Slytherins. Although I felt it would be justice for all the Slytherins did, I owed everyone present an explanation for this.
“No, no. It wasn’t the Slytherins, not this time. I did this.” I indicated my mutilated arms “When I go into the Shack every full moon I lock myself in to prevent me escaping and biting someone. I get frustrated in my wolf form when I can’t escape, and so I bite myself. It’s not something I can control. Speaking of bites, I need to get to the Hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey will worry if I’m much longer.”
“We’ll go with you Rem.”
I had never felt better after a change, despite all the cuts and bites. To show my gratitude to you for, well, being you and accepting me, wolf and all, I lent in and kissed you. We had got over out first major hurdle.