Jaded

JADED

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

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Super Drive
('Super drive' is the opening song of the anime 'Gravitation')

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"We have to do something!" Hermione cried, waving her hands about and pacing around the room, "I just can't watch Harry going on like this anymore! He doesn’t sleep, he only eats if I practically shove food down in throat, this can not go on!"

"What do you suggest we do?" Draco had a weird sense of deja-vu, every time he and Granger got together since that night by Professor Lupin's door Hermione kept singing the same tune over and over again. Of course, the official reason for this little gathering was school work; ever since he came back from 1978 Draco felt that his studying habits have taken a turn to the worse. He naturally blamed Harry for that, since it was the dark-haired boy who was the first to discover the potential of slacking off in someone else's time, but now all that time he spent not studying in 1978 was coming back like a boomerang to bite him in the arse and two weeks before the NEWT's, Draco was desperate enough to turn to the only person who he deemed was smart enough to help him. The only problem was that these days Hermione seemed far more interested in Harry's mental health than schoolwork.

"I don't know." Hermione sighed and slumped back in her chair.

"Look, Granger, let's just try and work on this Arithmancy problems for now, things will sort themselves out eventually." Whether or not Harry and his werewolf were destined to be together Draco refused to have his final grades suffering.

"I'm sorry, I can't concentrate right now, I'm going to head back to the tower. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" Draco shrugged, tomorrow would probably just be the same shit all over again. Harry this and Harry that- for the love of Merlin, can't the lad do anything for himself?!
Hermione packed up her stuff and exited the classroom they chose to meet in. She made her way back to the Gryffindor tower, bracing herself to face yet another evening of Harry being completely morose and Ron trying to cheer him up by trashing Draco's name, which in turn made Harry even more morose… Oh, joy.

She had just closed the portrait after her when a knock was heard. Hermione sighed and turn to open it,

"Neville, for the love of Merlin the password is still "Pump…" Hermione stopped short when she saw who was really at the door.

"Good evening Miss Granger." Remus said pleasantly, and Hermione immediately bristled,

"What can I do for you, professor?" She asked in the coldest tone she could muster.

"I'm actually here to see Harry, if that's alright." Hermione surveyed the person standing before her, not sure what to do. If Harry had been sensible enough to fall for someone their own age she'd hex the bloke without a second thought, just like she did that snivelling, low-life bastard, Woodsman. But this was a professor, and that made all the difference.

"You've really hurt him." She said at long last, just to make sure professor Lupin knew he would not get away with things so easy.

"I know. That's why I'm here. I’m hoping to rectify things." Secretly Remus was quite proud of Hermione for being such a loyal and good friend to Harry, but right now she was standing in the way of his future happiness and if she didn’t move soon he was bound to lose his patience. "Where can I find him?"

"He's probably up in his room, moping." Because of you, Hermione added to herself, knowing full well that Remus could read the accusation in her eyes. Remus took a deep breath and did his best to smile at the girl, though his insides were seething with anger. He did not need a little Lily-wannabe to remind him of what he's done!

Harry was lying on his bed, his back turned to the door, and his body curled into a ball. So far Seamus, Dean and Neville had all been there to try and persuade him to come down to the common room. But Harry wasn’t in the mood for people; he didn’t feel like seeing anyone. The rational part of him knew that he was just being foolish, that Remus had every right to reject him and his reasons were valid ones, but his heart refused to accept any of them, because he didn’t care how old Remus was or if he was best friends with his parents, and he didn’t care that Remus was his teacher or that he was a werewolf or any of the things Remus deemed were so important. All he wanted was to have his loved one back in his arms again.
A soft knock on the bedpost was heard and Harry sighed in frustration,

"Go away, Ron! I'm not in the mood for your shit!" He grunted and curled further into himself hoping that Ron would be offended enough to just go,

"Lucky me then." Harry rolled to his back so fast he nearly fell off the bed. He stared at Remus with wide eyes, not entirely believing the man was really there. It has been four days since Remus told him he didn’t want anything to do with him after all.

"Remus, what are you doing here?" He blurted, pulling his knees to his chest almost as if wanting to defend himself against what Remus had to say,

"Can we talk?"

"Am I likely to commit suicide after this talk?" Remus bit his lip, trying not to laugh out loud, and lowered his head accepting the reprimand.

"Good gods, I hope not. I just came to say that… I am sorry," Remus said, his eyes fixed on the bedpost and his long fingers scratching the wood, "And that…" He lifted his eyes to fix them on the wide green ones of Harry, "That is, to see if you're still interested…" Harry blinked a couple of times, please Merlin don’t let this be a dream, please, please, please…

"Are you serious?" Remus chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed,

"No, I'm actually Remus but I see how this could be confusing…" Harry's eyes narrowed at him, how can Remus be making stupid jokes at a time like this? "What?" Remus cried defensively, "James isn’t the only one allowed to make silly Sirius jokes!"

"Do you really mean that? About wanting to be with me? You're not just messing with my head, are you?" Harry whispered, his heart beating so fast he thought it would burst,

"No, I'm not. It took a lot of thinking on my part and a few derogatory comments on Severus' part to get me to realize that I've got a second chance at being happy and I'd be daft to waste it away." Harry smiled wide, rather appreciating the irony of his happiness lying in the hands of Severus Snape of all people,

"Really, you really mean it?" He asked excitedly,

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Really, really?" Remus' smile grew wider,

"Yes."

"You really mean it, you're not jus…" Remus clamped his hand softly on Harry's mouth, fearing this would go all night,

"Yes, Harry, I do." He could feel Harry's lips curving into a smile under his palm, "But there's just one thing…" The smile was gone and Harry peeled Remus' hand off his face,

"You want to set conditions to be with me?" He asked in disbelief,

"Well, it's not exactly a condition, more… a necessity…" Remus said sadly and Harry sighed in understanding,

"You want to wait until I graduate." Remus nodded,

"Yes, it would be a real shame to finally have you again only to be thrown in Azkaban for shagging a student." Harry gave him a sceptical look,

"You won't get thrown in Azkaban for that." He argued and Remus shook his head sadly, this lack of appreciation for dramatic flair was definitely a Lily trait, as poor Prongs learned all too well.

"Maybe not, but I will lose my job." Harry shrugged, not really caring right now. He crawled towards the edge of the bed where Remus was sitting, purring softly,

"So, you're saying that come the end of the school year you're going to be all mine?" He perched himself comfortably in Remus' lap, straddling him with his knees on either side of the professor and resting his buttocks on Remus' knees and wrapped his arms around Remus' neck. Remus wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, marvelling at the fact that he was holding his Jaime again.

"Yes, are you happy?" Harry pulled back so that only his hands were still holding the back of the wolf's neck and pouted,

"No! The end of school is ages away!" Remus shook his head in amusement,

"It's in two and a half weeks."

"Yeah, ages!" Harry said stubbornly, there was no way Remus was going to convince him that the next two and a half weeks won't feel like forever. "I'm going to have to sit in your class while you do your sexy thing and all I'll have to show for it is my bloody right hand!"

"What sexy thing?" Remus couldn’t help but feeling flattered, after all it wasn’t every day that he was told he was doing something sexy, especially not by a gorgeous guy like the one currently sitting in his lap.

"You know, when you… talk…" Harry shrugged,
"You think I have a sexy voice?" Remus was preening slightly. Harry smiled and leaned in to place a soft kiss on Remus' neck,

"Sexy voice," and another kiss just under his earlobe, causing Remus to shudder, "Sexy eyes," a kiss on the jaw, "sexy body," a kiss on the chin, "And a super sexy arse…" He whispered against Remus' lips before capturing them in the kiss he's wanted to give his lover since he left him in the Room of Requirements.

"You really think I'm sexy?" Remus asked breathlessly when they finally parted,

"Hell, yeah! I'm pretty much banking on my name to pass DADA, because if I'll have to go by your classes the examiners would think you're teaching advanced porn."

"Even though I could be your father?" Remus was pressing the issue, which was starting to get on Harry's nerves a little,

"Yeah, like Lily would let you anywhere near her." He snorted and slid down a couple of inches to Remus' lap, indicating he really didn’t care,

"Like I would even try…" Remus said absently. Now that his issues has been met and dealt with, he wasn’t sure what to do. Part of him was sure that Harry would accept his reasoning and fall out of love on him by now, but now that he had the boy in his arms he was mightily glad Harry got James' stubbornness, "You really think I'm sexy?"

"Very. Much. So." Harry saw the naughty glint in Remus' eyes and knew the conversation had shifted from traitorous waters of uncertainty into the warm sands of passion.

"Tell me, then." Remus smiled wide at Harry's puzzled expression.

"Tell you what? I just said that I fancy you…"

"I want to hear just how much you fancy me, tell me how you fantasies on 'my super sexy arse'..."

"Hmm, now that you mention it…" Harry purred seductively, and Remus smile grew wider before Harry's expression changed, "I'm not going to tell you about my fantasies!" He cried, cheeks flaming up.

"Why not?"

"Well, it's embarrassing…" He confessed, lowering his head and refusing to look at Remus.

"Why? We… might act them out…" Remus said suggestively, running his hands on the waistband of Harry's jeans, slipping his fingers just over the rim occasionally,

"We already did," Harry said with a smirk, "Well, most of them anyway…"

"Then make one up."

"What, on the spot?" It usually took Harry at least three days to work out the details to create a fantasy to his pure satisfaction. Remus sighed.

"You're no fun, you know that…" He pouted, was hearing a bloody fantasy was too much to ask?

"Oh, alright," Harry pulled back and crawled back to his bed, leaning against the headboard, gesturing Remus to follow, which the wolf gladly did, with a feral smile on his face. Harry grabbed his wand from the nightstand and spelled the curtains closed and silenced. He then returned to snuggle with Remus who was gladly wrapping both his arms and legs around Harry, looking as eager as four years old for his bed time story.

"Ok, well, this one starts with me going to detention with you." Harry was feeling very self-conscious right now, because having erotic dreams of Remus was one thing, telling said erotic dreams to Remus was another thing all together.

"Why, what did you do?" Harry looked at Remus incredulously, who the fuck cares?

"I don't know, it's not important."

"Well, I don't just hand out detentions you know…" Remus said defensively, and Harry sighed,

"Now who's being the spoilsport?"

"Right, sorry, detention, my classroom at eight." Remus quickly said and cupped his face with his palm, resting on his elbow to listen carefully.

"Right. So, I get to the classroom, ready to carry out whatever boring and magic-less task you have in store for me when I enter the classroom only to find a note on the board saying 'walk through this door' and the door to your rooms standing slightly open. So, being the good boy that I am, I walk past the door because I know that ditching detention would cause point deduction and such. As soon as I enter your room I see you sting on your chair wearing extremely tight slacks and knee-high boots…"

"And a white fluffy shirt?" Harry grinned wide.

"Exactly."

"Well, that's not very original…" Remus complained,

"Yeah, but it looked sexy on David Bowie and it'll look sexy on you." Harry stated firmly. "Anyway, I walk…”

"Can I wear leather?" Harry turned his head to his lover, looking rather exasperated.

"What?"

"Can I be in tight leather pants and no shirt on?" Remus asked eagerly, getting right into the story. Harry gave it some thought, well, Remus wearing nought but leather pants cannot be bad!

"Hmm, yeah, alright. So, I walk into the room, and I see you sitting in your chair with your leg tossed over the chair's arm, wearing only a pair of tight leather pants, barefooted and shirtless,"

"What colour?" Harry rolled his eyes,

"Pink." Remus spluttered,

"What? Pink leather isn’t sexy! It's camp!" He complained loudly, knowing that Harry was joking but he couldn’t help himself,

"You know," Harry said thoughtfully, "You don't speak half as much in my fantasies…" Remus grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry, carry on."

"Right, well, like I said before I was so rudely interrupted yet again… I walk in and you sit there in nothing but your black leather pants and when you see me walk into the room you say…"

"Dance magic, dance?" Harry tossed his head back, battling the urge to smack Remus, "Sorry, sorry, I just couldn’t resist…"

"Do I need to hex you to keep you quiet?" Harry asked with his best menacing glare, which probably would have been more effective if Remus wasn’t practically squirming with laughter,

"Oh, my, how forceful you are Harry… Such a perfect specimen of manhood… So… Dominant…" Remus purred with glee and Harry pounced, pinning the laughing werewolf to the bed, and glowering down at him.

"Alright, that was your last warning Mister. One more word out of you and you'll be tossed out and I'll just have to carry on by myself. Are we clear?" Remus bit his lip and nodded, his whole body shaking with spasms of laughter, "Good." Harry said regally and released his lover. He settled on his back again, allowing Remus to snuggle close to him,

"So, I'm in your rooms, ready for my detention, while you sit there with your leather pants and bare chest and giving me looks that could only mean one thing. 'You've been a very naughty boy, Mr. Potter' you say, 'I believe a lesson might be in order, stand in front of the desk and spread your legs'. I look at you, slightly frightened at what exactly you're going to do to me and then when you growl at me I comply.

My back is turned to you so I can’t see what you’re doing but I have a feeling you’re taking your time to appreciate my arse. I hear you move from the chair, your bare feet padding softly on the floor nearing me, until you’re almost pressed against me and I can feel your body heat on my back. I bite my lip and close my eyes, basking in your heat for a while, not knowing what you’re planning for me. Then I feel your hand caressing my backside, and my whole body tenses up, wanting more but not daring to make a move lest you stop.”

While Harry was talking Remus slid his hand over his lover’s torso. He didn’t fully know where this was going but Harry’s hypnotic voice was washing over him and making him harder by the word. This was a whole new level of torture for Remus, as he knew that no matter what he was not allowed to take this to a higher level. Harry could feel his love’s erection pressing against his thigh and his hand running up and down his chest and closed his eyes. Gods that felt so good, much better than lying in bed and fantasising alone.

“Why have you stopped talking love?” Remus growled in Harry’s ear, causing him to shudder. Harry smiled shakily, his thread of thought completely broken,

“Right. Hum, well, as your hand continues to stroke my arse your other hand travels up my back scratching your way up, leaving marks. When you reach my neck your fingers tangle in my hair and you pull my head back so you can whisper in my ear ‘Are you going to be a good boy for me Mr. Potter?’ All I can do is moan, but you take it as a 'yes' anyway. You step away from me and I straighten up to see where you’ve gone and then you slap my arse playfully and say ‘Did I say you were allowed to move, Mr. Potter?’ I hastily shake my head and turn it back, resuming my previous position, arse up in the air...”

“Are you going to get naked at some point love?” Remus purred in his ear and for a moment Harry couldn’t decipher whether it was in his fantasy or not, but then the warm breath of his lover was ghosting on the shell of his ear, and he drew another shaky breath,

“I thought I said no more interruptions, Professor.” Harry tried the best glare he could summon under the circumstances, along with a wicked smirk which had Remus pretending to zip his mouth shut.

Harry thought about it for a moment and decides that Remus was right. He would probably need to remove some clothing. Looking at Remus from under his lashes he smirked again and removed his T-shirt. When he settled back into his lover’s arms he could feel Remus almost rumbling with frustration. From some reason that pleased Harry very much,

“As I was saying, I resumed my position. I can hear you say ‘Remove your clothes Harry.’ So I slowly remove my shirt, I want to look back at you to see if you like what you see, but I know I’m not allowed. I proceed to slide my trousers down, I try to go slow and give you a show but I’m too eager for that. I feel you come up behind me again. When your bare skin touches mine I know that you’ve taken off your pants as well.”

Harry knows he shouldn’t, he’d slept with Remus a hundred times after all. More even, but he just can’t help it. He’s blushing. But at least he knows he’s doing it right, because Remus is panting in his ear and he can feel the subtle press of his hips rocking against him. After clearing his throat Harry continues.

“Then I feel something cold against me, and it’s hard, it's not something organic but I can't really place what it is. I hear you growl 'It’s time for your punishment Harry; you need to learn your place.’ Before I have time to asses what's going on I feel the cold hit of the paddle marking my arse. It burns, making my skin heat and I just know that my arse is going to be red and shiny when you're done, but it makes my cock harden and leak all the same because it's you who's doing this to me.

With each stroke I hear you say something in that low sexy voice of yours, but I’m too far gone to even understand a word you say, I can feel the tears streaming down my cheeks and I know that it's purely physical because I never want you to stop. Then the paddle is gone and this time I can understand your words, ‘Are you ready for me? Do you want me Harry?’ All I can do is moan out 'GODS YES!' I need you so bad. ‘Good Harry. Then make sure you’re a good boy for me. You can’t come till I tell you to. Are you going to be good for me?’ All I can do is nod. At this point I don’t even care if you prepare me, I just need you to fuck me right there.”

“Oh Gods Harry.” Remus never knew his little Jaime could even think like that, let alone say the words out loud. He loved it, every word of it. Remus also knew that if Harry kept talking like that he wouldn't be able to hold off for those two and a half weeks. His hand slithered into Harry's pants, eagerly grabbing and taking hold of the firm erection he found there, and Harry felt like he might swoon from the intensity of his own words and the effect they had on Remus. But it was too late to back away now, so he took a deep breath and kept talking,
“But you don’t give me what I want; you turn me around, pressing my sore backside to the table and taking my whole weeping cock into your mouth. That warm wet mouth of yours that always drove me insane. Gods, the way you suck cock, it’s… pure art and all I can do is jolt above you and grip the edge of the table, stars exploding behind my lids." As he was talking Harry could see those exact stars he was talking about, dancing in the corners of his closed-lidded vision, erupting each time Remus moved his hand over his cock,

"You… I know I'm close, I can… feel it…" Harry's talk was starting to slur and become sloppy and Remus smiled, pleased that he was able to render his young lover into a pile of mush, "But you don't let me come, just when I'm right on the edge, you draw away from my cock, leaving me hard and dissatisfied." Remus stilled his hand, tugging lightly on Harry's balls to effectively cut his orgasm, causing Harry to moan in disappointment,

"I look down and I see your eyes looking up at me, those smouldering ambers that I just want to get burned in, and you rise to your feet slowly, a feral smile on your beautiful face and I gulp because I know that no matter what you have in store for me now, you're not going to let me come until you broken me down completely. And gods I want you to break me so much. Make me yours completely." Remus breathed out lowly, rubbing his face on Harry’s shoulder and the pillow under his head. His hips were working almost frantically on Harry’s thigh, but neither of them cared much,

“’Lay down Harry, lay on your back and spread yourself wide for me.’ You instruct me and I jump up on the table, the cool wood is not enough to sooth my burning arse but I don’t care. I spread my legs wide, just panting for your cock in my arse I’m so hard it hurts, and I’m begging you to just fuck me. You smirk at me and say, ‘Impatient aren’t we? Maybe I should teach you how to be patient. You’re not going to disappoint me during our lesson are you? You’re going to wait until the exact moment I tell you to. Because you want to be a good student don’t you Harry?’ I can’t even nod, because at that exact moment you lube up your finger and thrust it inside. Hard enough that it hurts, and hard enough that it feels incredible.”

Remus’ smirked softly as his hand left Harry’s cock for a bit, travelling up the supple and inviting body and ran his finger over the ring piercing Harry’s naval. Harry groaned and thrusted upwards without even noticing what he was doing. Remus smiled, that was his Jaime alright, nothing could get him unravel faster than a simple, loving touch to his piercing.

“Don’t stop now baby, we’re so close…” Remus breathed and Harry opened his eyes, licking his dry lips only to have them drying up again just as fast by his hot panting breath, close, they were close… Some part of Harry knew that Remus would not grant them completion until he heard the last of Harry’s fantasy, not that the end was that hard to predict. But Remus was caught deep in the fantasy and just like in his story, Harry’s real life pleasure lay solely in his lover’s hand.

“You pull me roughly towards you, there’s no more talk between us as I you slam into me using my legs as leverage and holding my thighs tight against your chest. You smirk again and withdraw a little and slam back in. I can feel every tiny movement you make, the skin of my arse is so sensitive I can even feel the coarse hair on the base of your cock. I toss my head back and try to brace myself against your thrusts. ‘Beg me.’ I lift my head in surprise, and see your eyes fixed on me, ‘Beg me to let you come’ you say with a vicious smile and I toss my head back again, gods I want to come so bad… ‘Please,’ I’m nearly sobbing, ‘Please let me come, please sir, I’ll be good…’.”

Remus nearly chuckled when Harry’s raspy voice began to beg, pleading with earnest and Remus couldn’t possibly deny his lover any longer. His hand sped on Harry’s cock, and his thrusts on his hip became more and more frantic, Harry cried out in passion, his tale completely forgotten as he flexed his hips. Harry’s turned his head, nuzzling Remus’ shoulder and somehow managed to contact his mouth with his lover’s, sharing a heated kiss as they both exploded.

For a long time they just lay side by side, letting their chests heave and try to draw oxygen from the nearly seals chamber created around Harry’s bed by the curtains. Remus buried his face in Harry’s shoulder, feeling his cheeks flaming with embarrassment. For the love of Merlin he was a grown up, not a fifteen years old having his first erotic dream! He always prided himself of having a lot more control than this, but a few choice words from Harry were undoing him faster than he ever thought possible. He smiled to himself, if there was any doubt before that Harry and Jaime were one, tonight certainly removed it.

“Gods, Harry… I never knew you could be so…”

“Graphic?” Harry chuckled, his whole body feeling like molten ice-cream, soft and pliant.

“Kinky. We definitely need to try it sometime.” Remus decided, quite turned on by the idea of Harry begging him for release. Not that he thought he would ever actually get to the point where he could both spank, suck and fuck Harry without coming at least twice himself but he liked that Harry had such faith in his sexual prowess. With much reluctance he reached for his wand and cleaned them both, rolling to his back and groaning when he suddenly felt the blood rushing back to the shoulder that was buried under him the whole time. It took Remus a couple of minutes to be able to pray himself out of Harry’s arms, not wanting to let go but knowing that if he stayed any longer he would not be satisfied with just hearing Harry talking again.

“Don’t go…” Harry whispered, pouting and feeling so cold all of a sudden. Remus looked down at the beautiful young man and sighed,

“I have to, your dorm mates are bound to come up here eventually and I really don’t want to have to explain this to them.” Harry rolled his eyes and sighed, damn but he had completely forgotten about the others. “I’ll see you in class.” Remus said with a wide smile and leaned to plant a soft kiss on Harry’s lips, “You be a good boy, yeah?” He added cheekily, flicking Harry’s nose softly. Harry watched Remus adjust his robes and head for the door. When the door closed behind Remus back, he turned to look at the canopy above his head, a huge smile spreading on his face. Harry then turned to his stomach and buried his head in the pillow, screaming his joy.
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A/N: This last scene was written with the ever so generous help of my beloved Kat. Who knew she could be so… saucy… Cheers love.

Hope you caught all the references here… Well, I'll let it slide if you missed 'Rocky Horror Picture Show' but if you missed the ones about 'The Labyrinth'… I'll be very disappointed…