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Adult ++
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11,173
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77
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Chapter 6
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Chapter 6
After storming out of their dormitory, Remus needed space and room to mull over this stinking state of affairs. After what had occurred in the library earlier, he felt he couldn’t go there to think things through, as he would usually do. After all, that’s where this whole sorry mess began.
So off he went to the astronomy tower to reflect on the evening’s events and maybe cry in private.
The painfully cold wind hit him immediately as he open the heavy wooden door to the roof. Maybe it would help numb some of the pain he was currently feeling.
Before he realised it, hot tears were tracking a path down his frozen pink cheeks and his chest heaved heavy sobs. He wept for his unrequited love, he wept for a lost friendship, he wept because he genuinely didn’t know what to do but mostly, he wept because he’d lost control.
He had never hit anyone before in his life.
He wasn’t a coward; far from it. He often had the urge to physically defend his friends in the various scrapes between the Marauders and their rival Slytherins but he always suppressed it; frightened of unleashing the hidden lycanthropic power within.
His werewolf side was always there, simmering beneath the surface throughout the lunar cycle. The night of the full moon was the only time of the month when it, the werewolf, truly dominated him; overriding Remus’ control of the lycanthrope.
His sobs eased after a while and he began to see things more clearly, without his emotions clouding his judgment.
Sirius was wrong, he wasn’t disgusting. He was a normal (well, as normal as any wizard who was also a werewolf) healthy young man.
A normal healthy young gay man.
And fuck him, if Sirius couldn’t see that.
Remus knew in his heart of hearts that if Sirius was the one who was homosexual and he was the straight one, that he wouldn’t pass judgement on him
If only Padfoot was gay! His stubborn inner voice wished.
No, he damn well shouldn’t judge his friend’s lifestyle choice.
Maybe it was time for the scales to be ripped from his eyes and see his so-called friend for the selfish bastard that he really was. There were many times over the last seven years of their friendship that he had excused his friend’s callous nature away on his strange and abusive upbringing or as him simply being misunderstood.
That was never more so than back in the beginning of the sixth year when Sirius had sent Snape down to the Whomping Willow on a night of his transformation. He had not only risked Severus’ life but also Lupin’s very existence.
The Ministry of Magical Beasts and Creatures euthanised captured werewolves who were responsible for killing and maiming wizards, witches and muggles. He had quickly forgiven Sirius for his misdeed, putting it down to an immature lapse in judgement.
Well, not this time. He could go fuck himself!
Remus quickly dashed away his tears with the sleeve of his robes and headed back to the Gryffindor tower.
He resigned himself to the fact that if Sirius wanted to end their friendship, then so be it, there was nothing he could do about it.
It was almost midnight by the time he re-entered the tower through the Fat Lady’s portrait. At first glance the common room appeared to be empty but his sensitive werewolf hearing picked up something; two distinct voices emanating from a shadowy corner.
He tried to ignore it as he walked by, as it was obvious by the animalistic grunts and smell of arousal that permeated the air and saturated his heightened lycanthropic senses that the couple were engaged in a sexual act. He really was in no mood to witness such an act, it hitting a little too close to home after the night’s events.
However, after hearing distinctly hearing Sirius’ voice moaning the girl’s name, his head involuntarily shot up towards the source. Vindictive blue eyes clashes with sad amber ones.
“Roll your hips Suzanne. Christ, yes just like that. Fuck, yes.” Black whispered, his eyes never leaving Remus’ face, as he continued to piston into the anonymous girl.
Lupin couldn’t look away, despite feeling voyeuristic. Black glared maliciously at Remus as he continued to screw her; his eyes silently screaming ‘this is what’s natural, this is what you should be doing.’
Remus managed to keep his expression passive as he looked on and then finally, he tore his gaze away and walked up the stairs to his bedroom with a heavy heart.
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After a while, Sirius got up off the dormitory floor and stalked over to his footlocker to retrieve the disillusioned bottle of firewhiskey he had for emergencies and impromptu parties.
He flopped down onto his bed and guzzled a generous amount down, needing its anaesthetic effects to numb him.
So what if he’d hurt his best friend’s feelings! Hell, his had been hurt too when he’d been forced to witness that abomination of nature earlier.
Liar, you were hard as a rock!
“Fuck off!” He said out loud.
Just then, he decided that what he needed was a good hard shag with someone of the female persuasion to cure his present melancholic state.
After imbibing a sufficient quantity of alcohol, he went in search of a girl of questionable moral character that he could manage to get a quick fuck out of without too much hard work needed.
Frankly, he was in no mood to beg for it.
As luck would happen, he encountered Suzanne Kettleburn, who’d been panting after him for weeks. He’d rebuffed her on numerous occasions as he thought her rather plain looking. However, firewhiskey had the benefit of improving the looks of even the ugliest of witches.
He flirted mercilessly with her on the sofa in the common room, long after all the other students had headed off to their beds. She had giggled at his flattery and eventually succumbed to his seduction. At first she had been reluctant to let him shag her right there in the common room but he couldn’t be bothered to go out into the school and seek out somewhere more private.
However, after some careful persuasion and strategic pouting that hinted this was a one-time only offer, she had agreed to do it there in the shadowy corner.
He couldn’t have planned it better if he’d tried to exact his revenge on Remus. Just as he was starting to enjoy himself with the lovely Suzanne, the young werewolf entered the common room. Sirius saw him long before he noticed them. He moaned loudly for effect, in order to grab his attention.
“Oh, Suzanne.” The girl, in turn groaned in reply.
Sirius’ and Remus’ gazes clashed.
“Roll your hips Suzanne. Christ, yes just like that. Fuck, yes.” He said, pumping into her.
Sirius’ blue eyes pierced into Remus’ amber orbs; silently screaming ‘now you know how I felt. Not a pleasant feeling is it my friend?’
The werewolf’s expression never altered. He merely turned away and went upstairs out of sight.
Sirius continued to pound into Suzanne ruthlessly, until screaming his completion for the entire Gryffindor tower to hear, uncaring whether his partner achieved her climax or not.
Chapter 6
After storming out of their dormitory, Remus needed space and room to mull over this stinking state of affairs. After what had occurred in the library earlier, he felt he couldn’t go there to think things through, as he would usually do. After all, that’s where this whole sorry mess began.
So off he went to the astronomy tower to reflect on the evening’s events and maybe cry in private.
The painfully cold wind hit him immediately as he open the heavy wooden door to the roof. Maybe it would help numb some of the pain he was currently feeling.
Before he realised it, hot tears were tracking a path down his frozen pink cheeks and his chest heaved heavy sobs. He wept for his unrequited love, he wept for a lost friendship, he wept because he genuinely didn’t know what to do but mostly, he wept because he’d lost control.
He had never hit anyone before in his life.
He wasn’t a coward; far from it. He often had the urge to physically defend his friends in the various scrapes between the Marauders and their rival Slytherins but he always suppressed it; frightened of unleashing the hidden lycanthropic power within.
His werewolf side was always there, simmering beneath the surface throughout the lunar cycle. The night of the full moon was the only time of the month when it, the werewolf, truly dominated him; overriding Remus’ control of the lycanthrope.
His sobs eased after a while and he began to see things more clearly, without his emotions clouding his judgment.
Sirius was wrong, he wasn’t disgusting. He was a normal (well, as normal as any wizard who was also a werewolf) healthy young man.
A normal healthy young gay man.
And fuck him, if Sirius couldn’t see that.
Remus knew in his heart of hearts that if Sirius was the one who was homosexual and he was the straight one, that he wouldn’t pass judgement on him
If only Padfoot was gay! His stubborn inner voice wished.
No, he damn well shouldn’t judge his friend’s lifestyle choice.
Maybe it was time for the scales to be ripped from his eyes and see his so-called friend for the selfish bastard that he really was. There were many times over the last seven years of their friendship that he had excused his friend’s callous nature away on his strange and abusive upbringing or as him simply being misunderstood.
That was never more so than back in the beginning of the sixth year when Sirius had sent Snape down to the Whomping Willow on a night of his transformation. He had not only risked Severus’ life but also Lupin’s very existence.
The Ministry of Magical Beasts and Creatures euthanised captured werewolves who were responsible for killing and maiming wizards, witches and muggles. He had quickly forgiven Sirius for his misdeed, putting it down to an immature lapse in judgement.
Well, not this time. He could go fuck himself!
Remus quickly dashed away his tears with the sleeve of his robes and headed back to the Gryffindor tower.
He resigned himself to the fact that if Sirius wanted to end their friendship, then so be it, there was nothing he could do about it.
It was almost midnight by the time he re-entered the tower through the Fat Lady’s portrait. At first glance the common room appeared to be empty but his sensitive werewolf hearing picked up something; two distinct voices emanating from a shadowy corner.
He tried to ignore it as he walked by, as it was obvious by the animalistic grunts and smell of arousal that permeated the air and saturated his heightened lycanthropic senses that the couple were engaged in a sexual act. He really was in no mood to witness such an act, it hitting a little too close to home after the night’s events.
However, after hearing distinctly hearing Sirius’ voice moaning the girl’s name, his head involuntarily shot up towards the source. Vindictive blue eyes clashes with sad amber ones.
“Roll your hips Suzanne. Christ, yes just like that. Fuck, yes.” Black whispered, his eyes never leaving Remus’ face, as he continued to piston into the anonymous girl.
Lupin couldn’t look away, despite feeling voyeuristic. Black glared maliciously at Remus as he continued to screw her; his eyes silently screaming ‘this is what’s natural, this is what you should be doing.’
Remus managed to keep his expression passive as he looked on and then finally, he tore his gaze away and walked up the stairs to his bedroom with a heavy heart.
8888888888888
After a while, Sirius got up off the dormitory floor and stalked over to his footlocker to retrieve the disillusioned bottle of firewhiskey he had for emergencies and impromptu parties.
He flopped down onto his bed and guzzled a generous amount down, needing its anaesthetic effects to numb him.
So what if he’d hurt his best friend’s feelings! Hell, his had been hurt too when he’d been forced to witness that abomination of nature earlier.
Liar, you were hard as a rock!
“Fuck off!” He said out loud.
Just then, he decided that what he needed was a good hard shag with someone of the female persuasion to cure his present melancholic state.
After imbibing a sufficient quantity of alcohol, he went in search of a girl of questionable moral character that he could manage to get a quick fuck out of without too much hard work needed.
Frankly, he was in no mood to beg for it.
As luck would happen, he encountered Suzanne Kettleburn, who’d been panting after him for weeks. He’d rebuffed her on numerous occasions as he thought her rather plain looking. However, firewhiskey had the benefit of improving the looks of even the ugliest of witches.
He flirted mercilessly with her on the sofa in the common room, long after all the other students had headed off to their beds. She had giggled at his flattery and eventually succumbed to his seduction. At first she had been reluctant to let him shag her right there in the common room but he couldn’t be bothered to go out into the school and seek out somewhere more private.
However, after some careful persuasion and strategic pouting that hinted this was a one-time only offer, she had agreed to do it there in the shadowy corner.
He couldn’t have planned it better if he’d tried to exact his revenge on Remus. Just as he was starting to enjoy himself with the lovely Suzanne, the young werewolf entered the common room. Sirius saw him long before he noticed them. He moaned loudly for effect, in order to grab his attention.
“Oh, Suzanne.” The girl, in turn groaned in reply.
Sirius’ and Remus’ gazes clashed.
“Roll your hips Suzanne. Christ, yes just like that. Fuck, yes.” He said, pumping into her.
Sirius’ blue eyes pierced into Remus’ amber orbs; silently screaming ‘now you know how I felt. Not a pleasant feeling is it my friend?’
The werewolf’s expression never altered. He merely turned away and went upstairs out of sight.
Sirius continued to pound into Suzanne ruthlessly, until screaming his completion for the entire Gryffindor tower to hear, uncaring whether his partner achieved her climax or not.