Diaries of a Broken Wolf

Everyone on the lemon train....sorry it took me so long to post this guys ^^;;


I woke up the next morning sore and alone. Neither of us had bothered getting up after making love to shower. Hell, we didn’t even clean my seed off of each other.

With all the effort granted to me, I rose from bed and put clothes on. Before showering I wanted to see where Sirius had gone. Limping down the stairs I caught the sounds of the radio and someone singing.

Walking into the kitchen I saw him standing in front of our medium sized stove, swinging his hips to the music. His hips and legs were clothed with tight jeans. His taut ass was rocking from side to side as he sang the song...

“You and me, baby, ain’t nothin\' but mammals,
So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.”

I stepped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “I don’t recall ever having seen a wolf and a dog have sex on the discovery channel.” My breath came out hot against his ear. I was amazed at myself, we had just had sex the night previous and I wanted to do it again!

I wanted to damn him for opening the floodgates of my passion, but I also wanted to hit him for not showing me sex earlier.

He groaned as I pressed my body against his back, my new erection pressing against his behind. “Morning Moony.” he sighed, tilting his head back and kissing me on the neck. “We got a letter from James and Lily today, it’s on the kitchen table.”

He shoved his buttocks back into my pelvis, sending me reeling as he laughed at me. Temporarily I was angry, but then I started laughing with him. It felt so easy to laugh then, like all the burdens of my heart were lifted from me. It was amazing that this one, single man could save me. I used to believe I was a damned soul and being such I didn’t deserve a good life until death. I’ll never stop believing that I’m damned, but I desired to live my life to the fullest now. I felt that, with him, I finally deserved happiness.

I walked over to the table and picked up an invitation. It was white, the edges adorned in lace and pearly beads. The front read, “You are invited to the wedding of James Potter and Lily Evans.” There was a dancing bride and groom, arms wrapped tightly around each other. They glanced up from their dance and gave me a smile, then continued to dance, permanently stuck in one place on the page.

“Holy Hell!” I roared, a wide smile cracking over my face. “This is wonderful news!”

Sirius took the frying pan off the stove and shoveled the contents onto two plates before turning back to me with a serene smile. “Yeah, it’s about time I think.”

I looked up at him from the letter after having read the inside, absorbed the time, date and place, and saw his face. He looked more mature and calm than I had ever seen him in all of my entirety. It gave him a sense of exhaustion, but I knew it was only serenity and relief. He’d waited for me for so long, watching every word he said, every move or touch he made so as to not make me suspicious of his intent. Now he was relaxed around me because he knew I wouldn’t reject his advances. Sadly, before that moment, I had been totally unaware of the tension his body held when we were together.

I put the letter down and started walking towards him. The expression on my face must’ve puzzled him, because his lips twisted in confusion as I approximated. The frying pan was still clutched in his hand. When I reached him, I took the pan from him and placed it in the sink.

I returned to him, my body pulsing with desire. The fact that he hid his love from me for so long just proved how much stronger than me he was. Or was I just more truthful? I don’t think so. I thought about what it might’ve felt like to feel pent up desire for so many years, to be near the one you love all the time and never touch them, never love them.

It made me want for him, as if I had been the one who waited. How could he just be so happy? If I had waited as long as him I would never let my lover leave our bed. His passion had been quenched after one night of sex, or at least he pretended it had. Liar. He wanted more but he wouldn’t take it, he wouldn’t even request it! All because he felt that he didn’t want to rush me, or so I concluded.

I walked into his body, pinning it against the stove. My sex throbbed in my pants as I grinded it against his waist. He put his hands on my shoulders in a weak attempt to direct my attention away from his body, but I ignored it.

I let my gaze fall to our hips. Mine were thrusting viciously, and I didn’t even remember the cerebral command to thrust harder. My cock was ruling me then. With my head tucked under his, I kept staring at our pelvises as they joined and separated.

Above me, he let out a gasp and moan, then another moan, followed by heavy breathing. Then I felt his arousal respond to mine, growing in his horribly restrictive jeans. His response fueled me on, making my hips pivot with so much force that the plates on the counter rattled.

And still my eyes were glued to our intimate connection. His fingers dug into my shoulders, giving another attempt to meet his gaze but I refused.

I let out a groan of frustration. Then, without ceasing in my erotic motions, I tore the shorts I had earlier adorned off completely.

Sirius gasped at my actions. “Remus!” he barked, trying to sound disapproving but his voice twittered at how sexy I’m sure he thought it was. It was then that I looked at him. He had a sharp intake of breath and his arousal became harder pressed to mine. The face I had, I was sure, was filled with lust. It was a pure, ravenous lust; not a sweet loving one. The desire I had to give him a chance to release the pent up fervor showed in my eyes, making them radiate with intensity.

He claimed my mouth, driving his tongue in without showing any sign of requesting permission. His kiss was primal and hungry; his lips ate at mine like a feast for a starved man. He was a starved man, and I was his steak dinner.

The knuckles on his hands became white under the taut skin as he gripped me harder. His hold was so strong that he used me as a lever as he rammed me back with his hips. Even though I had begun the play with dominance, I would end it with submission. That’s the way it is.

He pried me away from his body so he could admire me. His famished eyes roved over the area in which my genitalia resided. My body blushed in response. Before I could blink, we had switched places. He had whipped my body around to be facing the stove, almost bent over it, and he was behind me.

“Sirius?” I moaned questioningly. Honestly I hadn’t been sure if he was still there because none of our body parts were touching. The first thing I felt was his sex slide in between my legs. Not inside me, but under that area to touch my testicles.

My body jolted in surprise. Leaning my head back I saw his face was ominously close to mine. His hands landed on my hips, squeezing the little bit of fat I retained there.

He leaned his torso over me more, touching his lips to mine. Then I felt his hips move, his sex glide over my balls and so far under that his tip touched my base. Shuddering, I urged my hips to stay still. The first time he did it, it was smooth and slow, and then it became fast and rugged. The tip of his arousal trailed along my organs, leaving a trail of hot sexual sensation.

It was wonderful, but mostly it was frustrating. He was getting friction to satiate him but I was only getting a taste of more. A taste of maybe a hand on me, or a mouth, or even being embedded in someone’s body.
I let go of the stove with one hand and went to grab my member when he snatched my hand. He curled my arm around to my back, fixing it there with his sturdy hand. I felt him pull his manhood out from under me. “No.” he growled feral, his member now pushed at my entrance.

Without warning he plunged into my body, tearing a scream of melded pain and pleasure from my throat. Up to that point he hadn’t hurt me, he had been forceful but still gentle. The pain inflicted then was unavoidable; I knew it would soon perish.

Riotously he plummeted in and out of my body, slamming his pelvis against my behind. With every inward thrust he groaned, not words but animalistic noises. The hand that constricted my wrist detached itself, wrapping around my waist to roughly take my member.

Before I could stop myself I howled. It was a far from human howl, it was a wolven one. For a moment, I felt ashamed and I wanted to stop and hide. I wanted to bury myself away so nothing could ever make me howl like that again. It hadn’t hurt; on the contrary, it felt amazing. That was what engendered my yowl; the pleasure of it all.

But, as stated, I wanted to pull back and run. But Sirius had other ideas. Apparently he responded very sexually to the howl, so he too howled in return. His bay was very human, a mere imitation of my own. But it eased my self-consciousness to hear him replicate me, and in a sexually driven way.

I could feel him ram me harder, his completion nearing. Mine was too, causing my mind to fog with passion. He hit my prostate, and my head flew back. “Oh god!!” I screamed, thrusting my hips back to meet his.
“Remus!” He snarled, leaning forward more to bite me in the shoulder.

I inhaled sharply, “Fuck...Sirius!!” The pain intoxicated me, making my mind lurch and my lower region tighten.

“You’re so hot.” He whispered, hot into my ear. His voice was small but powerful, he was so close. The hand he had on my member pumped faster, almost frantically. My vision blurred as I came, screaming and howling, my essence playing over his hand.

Sirius rammed hard and long a few more times before emptying himself in me. I could feel his heat, spreading over my innards. Fortunately for me, I had the stove to brace me, but Sirius didn’t. His body slid over my back and down my legs as he flopped on the floor; one big, satiated lump.

Catching my breath, I turned around slowly. It hurt so much, but I was sure after a few more trysts my body would adapt. “Padfoot?” I breathed, my vocals husky.

All I got in response was a happy sigh and a tired grunt. He was sprawled out on the tiles; legs spread wide, arms lying out like he was about to fly. I sat down next to him, cringed, and then put my back on the floor.
“You should do that more often.” he sighed; lifting his had and letting it flop onto my stomach. I was reminded then that I still had a shirt on. Turning my head languidly to face him, I saw that he had that smile again. Damn him. I worked so hard to wipe that calm, genuine smile from his face. I would’ve rather he had a perverted, playful one; but I could settle for what I got.

“Do what?” I apprehended that he had told me something.

“Howl.” He whispered, his eyes darkening in hunger.

The request made me uncomfortable, “I hate doing that, I didn’t even mean to...”

His pretty mouth pouted, “Why?”

Sighing, I rolled over and sat up a little. “I hate that part of myself Sirius.” The answer, I thought, was obvious.

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of that, I love everything about you.”

That made me a tad angry, only because I didn’t believe him. Who would love that thing in me? He was blatantly lying to make me feel better. I got up and walked upstairs to take a shower....