Jaded

JADED

For Summery, warnings, spoilers and disclaimers see chapter one.

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Chapter Nineteen: Chocolate sun

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March was the Marauders’ favourite month of the year. Not only did it signal the lessening of winter’s evil clutches but it also brought many joyous occasions, naming the birthdays of Remus and James. Everyone in the castle knew that this was the best time to suck up to the Marauders in hopes to score an invite to the best party of the year. Normally the list was rather short and exclusive, since the party was usually held in the Gryffindor common room which had it’s capacity limits, but this year Remus suggested they throw the party at the Room of Requirement, which meant more space, more people and thus more fun.

Seventeen days separated the birth dates of Remus and James and therefore the party was traditionally scheduled to the halfway mark, after taking into account the state of the full moon of course, this year party fell on the 17th of March, a week from the full moon to allow Remus to make the most of his own party.

After consulting with people on the subject of a gift for Remus (meaning Lily of course) Harry finally made his mind about what he would get his wolf. A couple of snick trips to Hogsmede and he was ready for the big day. Remus, on his part, knew that something was going on, since Jaime seemed to be extra sneaky these past couple of days, whispering in corners with Lily and monopolizing James’ cloak. With each day going past Remus became more and more excited, little happy bubbles building in his gut in anticipation for what his boyfriend had in store for him.

Remus woke up on the morning of his birthday feeling exceptionally good with himself. He was going to have a big party next week, with loads and booze and food, and more importantly he was going to have a private celebration with Jaime tonight- Who said turning 18 was a bitch?
He barely managed to get his good morning kiss when the curtains were yanked back and all the rest of the boys in the room jumped on his bed yelling ‘Happy birthday’. Harry groaned in pain at the combined weight of Sirius and James on his legs but Remus laughed merrily,

“So, what are you planning tonight? Hot sex in that Requirements room of yours?” Sirius asked with a blinding smile,

“If we are, you’re not invited.” Remus told him with an equally wide grin,

“Well, if you are then I’m glad not to be invited.” The other boys were snickering while Remus and Sirius were engaged in a staring contest. At long last James decided to call off the party,

“Come on guys, we need to get ready for school.” Sirius, Peter and James jumped from the bed and started bustling around the room to get ready for the day. Remus watched them for a bit before turning to his bed partner. Harry’s eyes were fixed on his boyfriend, and he leaned in for a good-morning kiss.

“Happy birthday.” Remus felt himself blushing a little, never having received a birthday kiss like that before,

“Thank you. You look a little pained.” He noted when Harry shifted a little stiffly,

“Yeah, well, you try having both James and Sirius jumping up and down on your legs… I bet they’re broken in at least four places.” Harry pouted and complained, his legs did feel sore although not for too long, he suspected,

“Oh, you poor thing,” Remus cooed in sympathy and kissed Harry’s forehead, “Are you going to stay in bed and recuperate?”

“Only if you stay here with me.” Harry snuggled closer to his lover, feeling quite warm and happy with the world,

“I’d love to, but I can’t. Something tells me that I better stay detention-free tonight…” Remus said with a sly smile, to which Harry replied with a carefully puzzled expression,

“Why is that?” Remus opened and closed his mouth several times, quite deflated. From some reason there was no spark of mischief in Harry’s eyes and that worried Remus a little,

“Um, I just… I mean… I… I thought…” Harry bit his lip and grabbed Remus’ face, unable to resist kissing the confused pout on his lips,

“You know, you’re kind of cute right now…” He mumbled against the other boy’s lips, before pulling back with a big smile, “Tell you what, you go and be a good boy and I’ll see you after dinner in the Room of Requirements.” Remus nearly sagged with relief when he realized Harry was pulling his leg,

“Ok.” He chirped before he jumped out of the bed to get ready for what promised to be a very long day.
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Throughout the day, people came to wish Remus happy birthday, ex-lovers, ex study partners, and just random people who liked him enough to wish him good. Remus walked the entire day on cloud nine, feeling like he was getting lighter and floating higher with every person who smiled at him. This was definitely the best birthday he ever had, and the best part wasn’t even here yet!

The biggest surprise of the day, as far as Remus was concerned was the fact that Snape came to pay his congratulations. Of course, he didn’t come willingly but was dragged muttering darkly under his breath by Alex who looked far too amused by the whole ordeal. Remus tried to keep his smile hidden as to not end up cursed by the snarky Slytherin. It wasn’t that he had any issue with Snape unlike his friends but other than schoolwork related conversations the two hadn’t shared much.

Secretly Remus was pleased, because he always admired Snape’s ability to simply stroll to the head of almost any class’ marks list with such ease, something that irked not only his friends but a lot of other students as well (mostly Ravenclaws it seemed), and the studious Remus appreciated the intelligence of others. Plus, knowing that he didn’t hate Snape always annoyed Sirius and James and having those two knocked down a couple of pegs was never a bad thing.
By lunch time Remus was starting to feel impatient. He felt like time itself was plotting against him, by refusing to get dinner any closer. Weren’t the Time Lords aware of the fact that he was in for what no doubt would be one of the best night of his life? So unfair…

The afternoon classes dragged like never before, even Defence against the Dark Arts, that was usually his favourite class, was stretching out like a well chewed gum. Remus stared at his professor, his mind miles away from the topic of dementors, already with Jaime in the Room of Requirement.

“Come on Moony, it’s dinner time, and although I know it’s not the food that has you drooling, you’ll probably need your strength for later…” The ever so eloquent and smooth Sirius was smirking and Remus sighed, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and glaring at his gloating friend,

“Yes, well, at least I’ll need my strength for something later, unlike the rest of you pathetic singles.” He retorted and left the class with his head held high against the laughter and cat-calls of his friends.

A short dinner later, in which Remus poked at his food more than eating it he finally, finally made his way to the seventh floor, feeling giddy and nearly bouncing on the spot waiting for the staircase to change. He no longer cared if Jaime didn’t bring him a present or not, because all he wanted was to see the other boy, after he managed to elude Remus the entire day. Oh, Jaime was present in class alright, but he chose to sit with Alex on this particular day, taunting Remus with his proximity and yet distance.

When he finally stood in front of the wall of the Room of Requirement Remus was having a moment of hesitation, he wasn’t sure if he should pace in front of the door or if he should just wait for the door to appear on its on, but his inner struggle was short lived when suddenly a door materialized from the wall and was opened, Harry’s face peering around the wood,

“Well, don’t just stand there like a potted plant, get in.” He invited with a smile and opened the door wider for Remus to slip in.

Remus looked around him, curious to see what sort of décor Jaime had in mind. After the rock-pool Remus was almost disappointed to find the room looking rather ordinary, with a big bed against the back wall and a sofa in front of a merry fire, he did notice with glee that the little coffee table in front of the fire was covered with bawls all carrying sweets. Before he could comment on the looks of the room, Harry stepped next to him and grabbed his hand, leading them both to the sofa.

“I’ve got a present for you.” Harry was feeling a little nervous, but tried not to show it, because it was Remus’ birthday and he just wanted everything to be perfect. And the way Remus was looking at him made him stir and nearly squirm on the spot with self-consciousness and arousal.

“You didn’t have to get me anything…” Remus said with a soft smile, it was true, he didn’t need a present per-se but he was thrilled that he was going to get one all the same,

“Of course I did, it’s your birthday.” Harry said reasonably, and Remus shrugged, accepting the argument. Harry pulled out a small box from his pocket and placed it in Remus’ hand, taking a deep breath and twiddling his fingers together in anticipation to see what Remus would do with it.

Remus looked at the box, wrapped in a cheerful and sparkly red paper and topped with a white bow, he was pretty sure it was Lily who advised Jaime on wrapping etiquette, but it didn’t really make a difference. The box was rather light, and he wondered what could be small and light enough to fit inside. He carefully pulled the bow, unwrapping it slowly, savouring every second of opening his gift. Even as a kid Remus never tore open his presents, but opened them as slowly as he could before his parents would lose patience and rush him to it. Luckily for Harry, this present was small enough for the unwrapping to end in under a minute.

The box lay bare in Remus’ hands, white and unassuming and Remus couldn’t wait any longer. He opened it, revealing a wooden pendant, about an inch and a half in diameter, its surface smooth and polished, gleaming warm in the firelight. On the pendant was painted in black ink, the face of a wolf, the lines smooth and delicate creating a striking image. Two tiny shards of jade completed the look to make the wolf’s eyes. Remus stared at the beautiful pendant and felt a lump forming in throat and tears prickling in the back of his eyes. No-one ever gave him something so…

“You like it?” Harry was beyond nervous now, he was feeling anxious. His leg was twitching as he tried to contain his inner turmoil. The longer Remus stared at his present and didn’t say a word the more Harry was sure he was trying to ease him into the disappointment of not liking the gift,

“It’s beautiful… “Remus whispered to the little medallion, not knowing what to say. He lifted his head and stared into the storm that was taking the oceans that were Jaime’s eyes, “I love it.” Harry sagged visibly and smiled shakily, and Remus leaned in and caught his lips in a slow kiss, “Thank you.” He took the leather cord that was threaded through the wood and tied the ends behind his neck, displaying the wolf’s head proudly,

“There was this travelling-gypsy-vendor guy in Hogsmede that was making the most beautiful things. At first I thought of getting you something in silver but that would be a little insensitive of me,” Harry explained sheepishly, without even being asked, he was just so relieved Remus liked his present he started to babble, “So I asked him to paint this for me, well for you.” Remus ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the wood again, feeling the warmth seeping through to his fingers, “There’s a preservation charm on it to protect it from water and such and I put protection charms on it as well, so you’ll always be happy and safe.”

“Thank you.” Remus whispered, truly and completely amazed by this. It was clear that a lot of thought was put into this gift and he loved it more than he could express in words.

“Well, there’s another thing.” Harry licked his suddenly dry lips,

“Another present?” Remus’ eyes lit up like a little child’s and Harry smiled, you could say it was another present…

“Close your eyes.” He instructed and Remus complied instantly, excitement bubbling inside. He heard Harry move from his side, assuming the other teen went to bring his other present, but for a long time noting happened and Remus squeezed his eyes tighter so he won’t give into the temptation of peeking, “Can I look now?”

Instead of a verbal answer there came a happy yip. Remus’ eyes flew open in shock, and he blinked several times at the beautiful dark-grey wolf standing before him. His hands went over to his pendant, fingers running over the jade stones encased into the wood, and suddenly it all made sense.

Remus slid from the sofa to the rug, beckoning the wolf to him, too shocked to say anything. Seff padded towards Remus, looking a bit coy, if that was possible. Remus sieved his fingers through the soft fur, biting his lip,

“You did this for me?” He whispered hoarsely and Seff yipped again. Remus grabbed a handful of fur in each hand and buried his face in the wolf’s neck, unable to hold the tears anymore. The next second he felt the arms of his lover carefully circling him and he hugged back with force, his whole being overwhelmed with emotions.

“Happy birthday love.” Harry whispered, his heart so full he felt his chest constricting.

“Thank you, thank you so much.” Remus mumbled into his shoulder and Harry smiled, caressing the back of Remus’ head lovingly,

“You’re welcome. I love you.”

“Me too.” Harry blinked in shock, carefully pulling away from Remus, so that he was able to look into the shining golden eyes,

“What did you say?” Remus chuckled and sniffed a bit, blinking his tears away,

“I know I probably should have said it earlier, and I really appreciate you’ve been so patient with me and my issues but I love you. I really do love you and I’m so privileged and honoured to have you in my life…” Harry didn’t even care what else Remus might have to say, because he just got the best gift he could ever receive and that was all he needed. He tackled Remus to the floor, peppering his face with happy, sloppy kisses. Remus was a little taken aback with his boyfriend’s enthusiasm but soon brought himself round to join in the kissing fest.

“Can we move this to the bed, this floor is breaking my back.” Remus panted when he could finally squeeze in a word and Harry jumped to his feet, pulling his wolf with him and bounded happily to the bed, shedding clothes on his way there.

Remus watched him with a happy grin, he would never tire of watching his boyfriend disrobe. He watched as Harry jumped on the bed, balancing himself on his knees naked, displaying his body for Remus’ pleasure,

“Are you coming?”

Remus grinned again and nodded. He scooped a bowl from the table, full to the brim with the Honeyduke’s finest dark chocolate and made his way to the bed in a leisure pace, loosening his tie as he went, his eyes never leaving the hungry orbs of his lover. He placed the bowl carefully on the nightstand before he turned to he important mission of disrobing himself.

“What’s with the chocolate?” Harry asked breathlessly as Remus finally joined him in bed only to turn his attention back to the chocolate he brought,

“You’ll see.” Remus answered cheerfully. He took his wand from where he’d placed it on the nightstand and tapped the rim of the bowl with it. In seconds the chocolate melted to a rich brown creamy paste. Remus then turned to his waiting lover and smiled,

“On your back.” He ordered and Harry rolled to his back, spreading his legs wide. Remus took a moment to apprise his human canvas before he dipped his index finger in the chocolate and brought it to Harry’s chest. Harry watched fascinated as Remus drew a circle around his left nipple, the warm chocolate causing his skin to shiver. Engulfed with the rich scent of chocolate and the nimble fingers working over his body Harry closed his eyes, letting his body and mind succumb to the pleasure.

Remus’ tongue was pocking out of the corner of his mouth in his concentration. He was working slowly, savouring the way his chocolate coated fingers ran smoothly over the pale skin beneath him. Damn, but this was a good idea, he thought smugly to himself.

“There, done.” He concluded proudly after a while and leaned back over Harry’s thighs to appreciate his work. Harry’s eyes fluttered open and he looked down at himself. His chest was covered with bold strokes of chocolate, in a pattern which, after a careful examination turned out to be two suns, one around each nipple and another chocolate sun around his naval, the little golden piercing glinting in the middle of it.

“Suns?” Harry asked in a tone that suggested that Remus could do a lot better and the werewolf huffed and crossed his arms,

“Yes, suns.” He held his head high challenging Harry to say more, but the latter simply chuckled and brought his finger to his chest in the intention of tasting the chocolate but Remus slapped his hand away, waving his finger at him. He took the little bowl and put it next to Harry’s thigh before he slid lower over his lover’s body and dipped his finger in the chocolate again, this time painting a spiral going up from the base of Harry’s hard cock to the slit on the tip. Harry let out a deep groan, tossing his head back and fisting the sheets.

“Hmm, I wonder if we can use this as lubricant?” Remus mused loudly and Harry snapped his eyes open,

“Don’t you dare!” He growled lowly and Remus gave him a cheeky grin before he grabbed the tube he willed to appear on the nightstand, coating his fingers quickly. He lowered his head and took a moment to inhale the scent of his lover laced with the chocolate, a totally intoxicating and arousing mixture in Remus’ eyes. His tongue darted out to collect the pre-come that was gathering at the head and the taste of it with the chocolate was sending him to new heights.
Remus sucked his lover slowly, licking and nipping to get all the chocolate from Harry’s cock, while Harry was writhing above him, his hands tangled in Remus’ hair.

Remus could assess his partner’s reactions by the pulling and tugging of his hair, and he nearly gagged on a giggle when Harry’s fingers tightened on his scalp as the first finger slipped in. Harry knew he was close, the combined stimulation of his cock by Remus’ mouth and his prostate by Remus’ fingers were undoing him fast. He arched his back and with a strangled cry he exploded inside his lover’s mouth. Remus was doing his best to take it all in, licking his lips and the softening flesh with much gusto.

He crawled back up to Harry’s face to share the taste with him, kissing his ebony-haired lover long and hard. When Remus pulled back Harry smacked his lips together with satisfaction,

“Mmm, chocolate and spunk, they make the best combination.” Remus chuckled, no objections here… He kissed his boyfriend again, then slowly started making his way down Harry’s body, licking off his carefully painted suns methodically. Harry watched with a lazy smile, feeling warm and docile in his after glow, simply enjoying Remus’ tongue all over his chest and stomach. He closed his eyes and stuck one hand behind his head while threading the fingers of the other in Remus’ tawny hair, feeling his whole body relax and himself being washed slowly to the shores of sleep-land. A sharp bite to his right nipple brought Harry back to reality with a gasp,

“Don’t you dare fall asleep!” Remus scolded and Harry stretched like a lazy cat,

“Then you’ll have to fuck me, because if you continue to lick me like this I’m not going to be able to stay up.” He told Remus with a soft smile, and the wolf growled playfully before he lifted Harry’s hips sharply, and with a wicked grin shoved his way into his compliant and drowsy lover in one strong stroke.

Harry gasped and moaned deep, clutching the headboard above his head in preparation of a wild ride. Remus didn’t disappoint him, as much as he liked to run his tongue on his lover’s soft skin, the need was so strong and he denied himself for so long Remus was quite amazed he hadn’t come simply from entering his boyfriend. Harry rocked the best he could trying to meet Remus’ every thrust, biting his lip and looking deep into Remus’ eyes, feeling quite elated from finally hearing the words he so desperately wanted and being able to interpret the love shining in Remus eyes without feeling any self-doubt.

Remus felt himself closing to climax, try as he may he could not last long when Harry was giving him such sultry looks. Even closing his eyes was futile as he could still hear the heart-felt moans and noises his loved one made that were undoing Remus every time. With a shout of his lover’s name Remus finally let go and tipped over the edge, falling into blissful orgasm. Harry’s back arched when he felt his lover seed coating his insides and came for the second time that night, completely untouched- which nevertheless produced quite a spectacular orgasm on his part.

Together the two lay panting and shivering with the after-shock of their mutual climax. After a few minutes Remus was even able to pull out of Harry’s body and roll to his side, his beautiful chocolate suns now smeared and unrecognisable with the sweat and the friction of their bodies, a large portion of them actually ending up on Remus’ chest. Remus looked at the mess that was Harry and then at his wand on the nightstand and wondered if the Room would be able to clean them up without him having to move. After a moment, in which nothing substantial happened Remus reached the sad conclusion he’d have to do it on his own. With a small grunt he reached over Harry’s prone body and picked up his wand, trying to recall the words of the cleaning spell.

As soon as they were both relatively clean and wrapped with the blankets, Remus could finally relax and hug his beautiful lover close. He ran a finger over his new pendant and smiled softly, knowing that the little wolf on his neck would be there to anchor him no matter what turbulences life set ahead of him, he just hoped he could have Jaime there with him in person as well. But right now he was just pleased that he would have the boy with him the next full moon.

“When did you managed to transform?” He asked sleepily and Harry, who was already visited by the sandman blinked his eyes and looked blearily at Remus,

“Huh?” Remus tried not to chuckle, but couldn’t resist to plant a small kiss on the tip of Harry’s nose, he just looked too cute to resist,

“When did you transform?” He asked again and Harry stretched his neck a little trying to recall,

“I think it was last week. I wanted it to be a surprise to you. I asked Sirius to give me a few ‘private lessons’.” He explained.

“Oh,” Remus said with a little forced smile, “I see.” He couldn’t help himself but he was feeling a little miffed that Harry went and did this behind his back and he wasn’t there to share the excitement of the first time,

“I’m sorry you weren’t there,” Harry said, correctly guessing his mate’s distress, “But I did get a lot further when you weren’t there,” at Remus’ incredulous look, he chuckled and tried to explain himself better, “Well, I couldn’t very well concentrate when you were giving me those looks! When you were around all I wanted to do was jump your bones and have you right there on the floor…” He explained sheepishly and Remus laughed, knowing full well what Harry meant as he was feeling the same and never wasted the opportunity to indulge in his lover’s charms after every ‘animagus lesson. He nuzzled Harry’s neck,

“I love you…” Harry smiled, and wrapped his arms around Remus,

“Go to sleep love, the night isn’t over yet.”
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A/N:
1. All the birthday dates in this story are canon with JKR’s writings. Although according to her Sirius was born any time between January 1959 and December 1960 so we’ll just ignore his birthday, shall we? All my info is taken from hp-lexicon so blame them for any inaccuracies.

2. “You’re kind of cute right now.” Is what Yuki tells Shuichi in the anime of Gravitation before he kisses him- only there he sounds confused from some reason…

3. You know, I was going to save Harry’s animagus for a later episode, but I just couldn’t resist your requests. Besides, you were right, it does fit better here, thank you.

4. Wow, that came out a bit longer, and not as graphic as I intended… but you don’t mind, right? And for the record, I never tried chocolate and spunk together (or spunk in general…) so I can’t give you first hand experiences.