You Can't Always Get What You Want

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

A/N: This is definitely a Remus and Sirius fic but there are issues here with regards to coming out and denial and acceptance of sexuality. Bear with me and my fic and hope that you won't be disappointed.

Chapter 2

It had all started six weeks previously when Mike had made a very clumsy pass at Remus during one of their evening patrols. They had been paired up together to patrol the upper corridors after a number of students had been caught snogging in the wall niches late at night.

During one particular patrol, he’d begun to notice how every now and again, Mike would slow down and lag behind. At first he had thought he was walking too fast for the severely shaggable Ravenclaw but after awhile Lupin realised that he was in fact dropping back to stare at his arse.

Of course Mike denied it when Remus confronted him about it. But as his boyfriend would later tell him, the expression of disbelief on the young marauder’s face had prompted him to kiss Remus passionately. He told him that he’d never seen anyone who was in thorough need of kissing than Remus.

The irony of the situation was not lost on him; the two prefects had in fact ended up doing the very thing that they’d been sent up there to prevent!

Both young men had decided to keep their blossoming relationship secret. Like Remus, Michael had come out to a select few friends and his immediate family but by and large, was still firmly entrenched in the closet!

‘In the closet? Hell, they were going at it like bunnies in there!’ He tittered to himself at his musings.

As he walked to the library, his reflection of his current relationship situation had provoked his inner voice to plague him. It had been doing that a lot lately, making him wonder if he had schizoid tendencies.

‘Why haven’t you told the lads about Mike?’ It asked.

‘Because I’m not ready to answer questions about our relationship yet.’ He reasoned back to it.

‘Bullshit, you mean, you’re not ready for Sirius to find out you with someone!’

‘No, no, no! That’s not the reason at all.’

‘You’re frightened he’ll find out and he’ll see you’re a functioning sexual being.’

‘Of course I’m a functioning sexual being, that’s why I’m with Mike. I might love Padfoot but I’m also a healthy, bloody horny young bloke and given time, I think I could feel the same way about him.’ Remus shot back.

‘Yes, but deep down, you’re scared that Sirius won’t give a crap who you’re rutting with and then you really will have to face the reality that he is unobtainable.’

‘Bollocks! Anyway, who died and made you Sigmund Freud?’

Christ! He was starting to lose the plot.

He nodded in silently acknowledgment to Madam Pince, when he eventually entered the Hogwarts library. Both he and Michael regularly studied in the evenings when not on prefect duties and as usual, they were the only students there at such a late hour.

He grinned excitedly at the young man, who was seated at the table across the room.

He was of a similar height and build to Prongs but rather than untameable black hair framing fresh-faced good looks; Mike had golden blond hair and a face, which when his body finally matured, showed all the signs of being ruggedly handsome.

“Hey there sexy.” The blond greeted him. “I was starting to think you were gonna stand me up.” He admitted shyly.

“Don’t be daft. I’ve been looking forward to this all day. I got caught up and I had to convince Sirius not to tag along.”

Michael furtively looked over at the aging librarian and as expected, she had begun to doze off at her desk. He grabbed Remus’ arm just as he began to sit down, pulling him up and leaving him no choice but to clumsily follow his boyfriend. Together they headed towards a rarely used section of tome shelves located at the very rear of the library they had use during their nightly trysts.

Mike pushed Remus up against the stone wall and kissed him roughly. Remus panted, slightly out of breath from the intensity of it.

“Wow, steady babe.”

“Sorry Remus.” He apologised bashfully. “I’ve been thinking about this all day and I guess I just got carried away.”

“Well, I forgive you but I can think of a way you can make it up to me if you like.” Remus said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh I just bet you can.”

Michael slid his arms around Remus’ neck and they continued to kiss, albeit with less ardour than previously. As the passion of the kiss increased, Remus felt Mike’s hand move from his shoulder and downwards to his crotch. He felt him cup his cock through the fabric of his robes.

“Oh Christ Mike!” He breathed, tearing his mouth away.

The Ravenclaw merely smiled wickedly and proceeded to slide to his knees.

Remus knew exactly what to expect.

He flattened himself up against the wall for support as Mike lifted his robes, seeking the fly of his trousers. He slowly hooked his fingers over the waistband and undid the button. Remus closed his eyes and groaned. Performing fellatio on each other was the furthest either of them had gone within their relationship.

They had agreed not to go any further and fuck because of their respective virginities. The logistics of engaging in virginal anal sex was somewhat different and time consuming than straightforward heterosexual relations. With both of them being rather cerebral in nature, they had rationalised that for the passive partner to benefit and enjoy the experience, time was needed for sufficient preparation and a rushed fumble in the back of the school library was unlikely to accomplish this.

Remus also had an undisclosed reason for not wanting to take it that extra step yet.

Ordinarily, werewolves mated for life.

The bond was usually so strong between a mated pair that they often remained together until one of the couple died. As much as he liked Michael, he wasn’t sure if he liked him enough to commit himself to him forever. Besides, even before they reached that stage, Remus would have to confess his lycanthropy to him. After Mike knew about that, the decision to mate may very well be academic if he didn’t accept his ‘furry little problem’.

Michael continued with his seduction, sliding the zipper down torturously slow. He leaned forward and nipped Remus’ cock whilst still confined to his underpants. His hips bucked forwards and he growled. A thought occurred to him; silencing spell.

He quickly whipped out his wand from the pocket of his robes and cast it. He could get a little noisy when he came, howling and grunting depending on the level of arousal.

“Shit, you smell good enough to eat babe. In fact that’s exactly what I plan to do.” He said, reaching inside and freed his hard member. “I can’t wait to ride this Remus.” He added absently, before swallowing it down to the root.

Remus almost came then. He thrust his hands into Mike’s hair, absently massaging his scalp in encouragement. He resisted the urge to use his head as leverage and control the rhythm. In his inexperience, the blond had done it to him the first time Remus had sucked him off and in the end he’d had tell him in no uncertain terms that it pissed him off being ragged by the hair. He had of course apologised profusely and the werewolf instantly forgave him.

Michael continued his ministrations, bobbing up and down Remus’ cock. He sucked and tongued the shaft as he went.

God, he was close already. Watching his lover sucking him off was downright hot.

He was getting better and better at this every time he did it. He knew exactly what turned him on and what made him come.

Just then two things happened virtually simultaneously.

Number one, Sirius Black came around the corner, Marauder’s map in hand.

“Hey Moony, I know you said don’t bother but I thought I’d come and keep you company after al… What the fucking hell are you doing?!” Sirius said disgustedly.

“Shit!” Remus croaked at being literally caught with his pants around his ankles and with his cock in another man’s mouth, by his secret love.

And number two, Michael still unaware of the newcomer, continued on relentlessly as his hand came up and tugged gently on his balls.

Remus was lost.

“Oh just fuck off Padfoot.” He said, actually meaning it; uncaring who was watching at that precise moment in time. The entire faculty of Hogwarts could have walked in on them and he wouldn’t have given a shit.

“Can’t you see I’m busy…ahhh.” He grunted and promptly came in his lover’s mouth.