Chosen

A/N: This is my first published porn scene. R&R, peeps.

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On with teh prOn.
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He ran.

He didn't know where he was going, only that he had to get there.

He didn't think; he refused to dwell on the conversation that he had partaken in, refused to dwell on his answer.

He could hear Remus behind him, gaining distance. He leaned forward and ran faster, trying to escape. He passed teachers, students, and ghosts. By now, his cloaking spell had warn off, and he was visible again. His hair flew out behind him, the black strands knotting and becoming a straggly mess. For once, Sirius didn't care. He made quite a sight; the disinherited heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black was running full-out in the halls, robes flapping, arms swinging, breath short and choppy, and he didn't care.

He rounded the corner, skidding as he did so. He almost fell, and threw out a hand to balance himself, using that hand to push off and go faster. His footsteps were echoed by Remus' behind him, and he knew that this chase was almost over. He ran through a deserted courtyard, dismissing the foolish thought to hide, simply because Remus didn't have to see him to find him. By now, the stars had began to appear, sprinkling the sky with their presence. His star, the Dogstar, shone brightly above him, and if he hadn't been running for his life, he would have stopped and gazed in admiration at his namesake.

He exited the courtyard and saw an empty wall up ahead.

I need to hide. I need to hide. I need to hide.

A door appeared on the wall, as if from thin air, but he didn't notice, didn't realize and he rushed to it, hesitating at the last moment.

If he went into it, Remus was sure to follow. He couldn't decide if he was terrified of that thought or highly aroused. As he neared the room, he made his decision, and flung himself at the door, jerking it open and rushing inside. He turned around to lock it, but wasn't fast enough. Remus stood in the doorway, panting, skin shining with sweat. His eyes were flashing neon yellow, a sign that he was perilously close to losing control. Sirius took a step back and bumped into a desk, swallowing thickly as Remus closed and locked the door, plunging the room into darkness.

He couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything. His fingers clenched the desk behind him, the only thing keeping him upright. A noise came from his left, something like a shoe scuffing the floor, and he jerked his head in that direction, fearful yet anticipatory. The noise was gone now, and he still couldn't see anything. Sirius suddenly remembered his wand, and he shoved his left hand into his robes, fumbling for it. When his hand came up empty he cursed, realizing that he must have dropped it during his mad dash from one classroom to another.

"We need to stop meeting like this, Moony." He whispered, trying to diffuse the tension that was thick enough to cut with humor, and failing.

He heard something that sounded suspiciously like a snort, but couldn't place what direction it had come from. Before he could blink, he was suddenly naked, the cool, musty air of the classroom ghosting over his flesh. He yelped and tried to cover himself.

"What the fuck!? Moony, you bastard!"

His angry growl was met with stony silence. He had never felt so helpless before, not even when surrounded by his psychotic family. The air around him grew warmer, and he realized with a jolt that they were in the Room of Requirement.

That explains the door that sprang up out of nowhere.

He tried to will candles and clothes into existence, but when no light or covering came to him, he deduced that Remus was the one in charge of the Room. Sirius breathed deeply, closed his eyes, and changed into Padfoot, silently thanking the fur that covered his body. He sat back on his haunches, wondering how he was going to get out of his current predicament. He could see better in the lack of light as a dog, but the room was still dangerously dark. He could barely make out the shapes of what looked to be a large desk, two smaller desks, and what was either Remus or a coatrack.

"Tsk tsk, Padfoot." Remus rasped from behind him.

Sirius jumped and spun around, yelping in surprise once more. His ears were pressed flat against his skull, his tail between his legs. He was whimpering and backing away from the boy-man walking up to him.

Light flared in the room, the source being a small candle balanced on the edge of the closest desk.

"Change back, Sirius. You accepted, dammit. You made your bed; now sleep in it."

The dog shook his head. He didn't want to be human again. The human inside was scared, and if the human was scared, so was the dog. Distantly, Sirius smirked. Thinking as a dog was much more simple, and even if they were technically the same person, his dog-self acted differently, as if Padfoot wasn't just an extension of Sirius.

When he reached the wall behind him, the dog sat down, head lowered and whimpering. The human in front of him came closer, walking slowly. Padfoot smelled him, sniffing appreciatively as the calming scents entered his nostrils. Warmth, spice, and something that verged on the edge of an unknown something Padfoot couldn't place. The human knelt before him and put out his hand, fingers spread wide, and rested his palm behind his left ear.

Padfoot cocked his head to the side and closed his eyes, releasing a doggy sigh as the human-Remus his other self reminded him-scratched the sinewy flesh of his ear. He opened his eyes and swiped his tongue across Remus' face, tail flapping against the floor. Padfoot liked Remus, this man that gave him belly-rubs, treats, and the best ear scratch ever.

The one inside him started yelling, warning Padfoot not to give in, that Remus was dangerous at the moment. Padfoot snorted, shaking his head. Remus was nice, and comfortable, and smelled good.

"Good boy, Padfoot," Remus murmured, bringing his other hand into play and rubbing both ears, causing the dog to whine happily. "Bring Sirius out, Padfoot. We have some unfinished business to attend to. Can you do that for me, boy?"

Remus' voice was soft and coaxing, and Padfoot found himself giving a jerky nod.

Time to come out, human.

Wait! You don't understand---

In the blink of an eye, Padfoot stood up, shook himself, and disappeared, leaving a very shocked, very naked Sirius Black in his wake.

Remus stood slowly, brushing dust off of his knees. Sirius found himself flush against the wall, one hand vainly trying to hide his nudity. He could smell ridiculously well this close after transforming, and was able to identify the scent that Padfoot couldn't. Desire radiated from the other boy in waves, igniting a similar fire deep in his gut.

Once, in fifth year, Sirius had experimented with a bloke a year older than him. They had exchanged blow-jobs, hand-jobs, and the like, and while Sirius had derived pleasure from the actions, he had been afraid that he would be shunned by his friends, and threw himself at any available girl to cover up the guilt he felt. He had never had as strong of a reaction with girls that he had experienced with that boy, and had buried the memories in the back of his mind, acting like the perfectly straight man he portrayed himself as. He had forgotten, but his erection remembered.

Cocky bastard.

Suddenly, there were hands on his shoulders, and he realized that Remus had gotten closer while he had been taking a waltz down memory lane. He swallowed, overwhelmed by the heat, the tension that flowed from one boy to another. Remus had lost his clothes somewhere along the way, and Sirius dropped his eyes, taking in the surprisingly fit physique of his friend. Remus' skin was pale, and covered lithe muscles that bunched and strained with his movements.

He had a flat stomach, the flesh defined by a faint trail of soft, dark brown hair, leading from bellybutton to groin. His eyes widened when they reached Remus' impressive erection, the hard, jutting points of his hips, his toned thighs. Sirius closed his eyes and willed his arousal to wane, to not want his closest friend.

"M-Moony, I..." he began, nervous.

"Shh." Remus' mouth was next to his ear, nipping at the lobe. Sirius whimpered and tilted his head, allowing better access. The werewolf nuzzled the tender, sensitive skin behind his ear, breathing deeply. "You smell good..." was whispered against his flesh right before Remus trailed his mouth along Sirius' throat, dragging his tongue over his straining jugular, the pulse fluttering wildly.

"Remus... you..." gasp "...this isn't... like you..." Sirius stuttered, fingers scrabbling for purchase against the wall behind him.

Remus chuckled and lifted his head, briefly meeting hazy grey orbs before returning to the smooth, drugging skin beneath his mouth, his breath ghosting over damp flesh. Sirius gasped and forced himself to pay attention. This was important, and he willed himself to listen to the words, to concentrate on something other than their nakedness.

"No, this isn't. The wolf is close to the surface, and is impatient. You didn't say no, Sirius. You told me yes, and now I am taking what is mine." At the last word, Remus was growling, the sound sending blazing heat along Sirius' nerve endings.

Remus' hands moved to Sirius' hips, fingers tight on the flesh, nails digging in and leaving crescent moons embedded in dark skin. The other boy's mouth was on the juncture of throat and shoulder, tongue flicking out to caress the taunt flesh. Remus jerked their hips together the same time that he opened his mouth wide and sank his teeth into Sirius' clavicle, breaking skin. Four points of pain flashed over him, through him, arousing him further, and Sirius groaned, rubbing against the erection nestled into his own turgid length.

One hand left his hip and gripped the hair at the base of Sirius' skull, pulling tightly as Remus turned the animagus' head to the side, baring more of his throat. Remus' incisors had lengthened to dangerous proportions, and were embedded in Sirius' skin, small droplets of blood welling to the surface. The area under Remus' mouth burned, hot and cold and every temperature in between, overwhelming and perfect at the same time.

Sirius dimly remembered another myth that had been discussed and dismissed in fourth year along with werewolf mating. The claiming mark, something akin to a hickey, but not quite. The werewolf's teeth lengthened and sharpened, four of them, and when the mate was bitten, drew blood and left a dark bruise behind. The area was then extremely sensitive for the next year, and one simple touch was enough to drown the mate in sensations of desire the likes of which had never been heard of. That myth, like werewolf mating, was obviously true. Remus suckled his neck, clenching his jaw, drawing more of the other boy into his hungry mouth.

Sirius shouted and arched his back, blind with pleasure.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..." he chanted, hips thrusting, head thrashing, lungs straining.

Remus finally raised his head, and used the fistful of Sirius' hair to jerk the boy's head back, colliding with the wall. Sirius gazed at him, dazed and aroused, and licked his dry lips. Remus' eyes fell to the plump lips, and he growled before lowering his head. Their mouths met, and Sirius whimpered. The mouth that had ravished his neck was now gentle, caressing, tongue sweeping across Sirius' lips. There was a barely controlled need sweltering underneath the soft exploration, and the contrast between aggressive and tender was intoxicating. He opened his mouth and slid out his tongue, meeting the other smooth muscle with a hesitant flick.

Remus drew his tongue against Sirius', slowly coaxing his way into the warmth cavern. Remus slanted his head and plunged his tongue inside Sirius' mouth, groaning as the taste, the flavor of his mate filled him. Dark, heady, perfect. Sirius whimpered again, a sound that went straight to Remus' cock, which twitched against another hard, velvety bit of flesh. He swiped his tongue over the roof of Sirius' mouth, over his teeth, over the wigging muscle that was the other boy's tongue. They dueled for supremacy, ravenous with need, drunk with desire.

The werewolf pulled away, nipping at the swollen flesh of Sirius' lips, licking to sooth the ache left by his mouth. He drew back, gasping for breath, eyes at half-mast and black with arousal. Sirius blinked up at him, slouched against the wall, lips dark red and puffy from his kisses. Remus released the death-grip he had on the hair at Sirius' nape and ran his fingers through the soft tendrils, thick and black and tousled. Sirius rocked his hips, reminding Remus that they were naked, and that their cocks were rubbing against each other. He gave the other boy a wolfish grin and slid the hand that was on Sirius' hip to their burgeoning erections, fisting both of the hard cocks.

Sirius closed his eyes, those gorgeous, desire-clouded eyes, arched his back, and keened. Remus growled darkly and squeezed, causing the animagus to jerk and bring his own hand into play. Both of their hands surrounded their cocks, pumping furiously. The hand threaded into obsidian locks moved, pressing into tender flesh, drawing nails over sweat and saliva dampened skin. He ghosted over the mark, barely touching the bruised, pulsing flesh.

"Remus!" Sirius breathed his name, the two syllables sounding sexy and more romantic than he had thought possible.

Deciding that enough was enough, Remus pressed his thumb into the mark, stroking the flesh. Sirius called out, a nonsensical noise that sounded suspiciously close to tears. Remus released their erections, brought his hand up to Sirius' mouth, and rubbed.

"Open," he rasped.

Sirius opened both lips and eyes, drawing two of Remus' fingers into his mouth, pumping their cocks with one hand, clenching the werewolf's hip with the other.

"Suck," Remus ordered, voice low and guttural. Sirius hollowed his cheeks and did so, swiping his hot tongue over the fingers in his mouth.

Remus groaned and removed his saliva coated digits. Sirius closed his eyes again, and his head lolled to the side, baring his throat. Remus resisted and circled his thumb over the mark, smearing blood and spit. He grabbed Sirius' thigh with his free hand, lifting the muscular leg onto his hip. He pressed down hard, telling the other boy without words to keep the leg there. His hand moved upwards, towards Sirius' arse, fingers clenching in anticipation. He spread the cheeks slowly, and Sirius opened his eyes, shock, arousal, fear, and need warring in their depths. Remus' damp fingers traced the bit of puckered flesh hidden between the firm cheeks, the tip of one digit pressing into the other boy. Sirius bucked his hips, whined, and pushed down, realized what he was doing, and pulled away.

"Wh-what are you--"

"Shh," Remus soothed, removing the finger from inside.

He tilted his head forward, jerked his hips, and bit Sirius' earlobe, breathing raggedly.

"Ah! R-Remus, please!"

Remus dragged his tongue over the shell of Sirius' ear, delighting in the shiver that wracked the other boy. He knew that his actions were uncharacteristic, but he didn't care. He wanted Sirius, his mate, and damn the consequences. His pushed his thumb into the mark -hard-, the same moment that his finger breached Sirius' clenching anus, and breathed three words into damp skin.

"Come for me."

Sirius arched his back, tightened his fist around their cocks, clenched around the invader that pumped into his arse, and came, balls drawn tight, screaming.

"REMUS!!!!!"

Remus felt the semen coating his cock and thrust faster, pressed harder with his thumb, pushed deeper with his finger, and followed soon after, head thrown back, a feral growl emitting from his throat. He chanted Sirius' name, the sensitive skin of his cock coated in their semen. Sirius gasped and jerked his hips; Remus felt another wave of blistering heat on his erection and looked down, realizing that Sirius was coming again. The finger he had unceremoniously shoved into the animagus' arse had brushed against a small module of flesh, his prostate, and the added stimulation had sent Sirius over the edge once more. He rubbed against the flesh under his finger, drawing out Sirius' orgasm.

"I-I can't take any more..." Sirius whined, jerking his hips again as another smaller, subdued spurt of cum drenched their cocks.

Remus slowly withdrew his finger, scraping his nail against sensitive inner walls, growling at the sucking heat he was leaving behind. When he fully removed his hand from Sirius' arse and gripped the boys' hips, Sirius sagged to the floor, pulling Remus with him. They collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, the scent of sex permeating the room.

They breathed in tandem, short, jagged breathes that were almost gasps, Sirius' head cradled in Remus' throat, Remus' forehead pressed against the mark he had left. Slowly, their breathing regulated, and when he could form a semi-coherent thought, he willed a blanket into existence, summoning it forward with a flick of his wrist, wrapping the soft fabric around their shivering bodies. Sirius murmured a hesitant "thank you" and snuggled closer, as exhausted as Remus was. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, smelled sex, sweat, and Sirius, and smiled, falling into a deep, blissful sleep.


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Sirius woke first, confused. He was warm, and sticky, and was laying down. He could feel someone behind him, breathing slowly. An arm was against his chest, palm pressed tightly over his heart, which beat rapidly. He blinked, and tried to remember what had happened, how he had become naked. The person behind him shifted closer, and nuzzled his shoulder. Unbearable heat shot down to his cock, and he gasped.

Oh, sweet Merlin. Holy fuck.

He remembered now. Oh, he remembered. He waited for the shame, the guilt, but the emotions never came, and for once, he was content. He had had almost-sex with Remus, his best mate, and he had liked it. Had craved it. Remus nuzzled the mark again and Sirius shivered. The hand on his chest wandered to his abdomen, stroking the trail of hair that led to his half-hard erection.

"Hey." Remus whispered behind him, laying his palm flat on Sirius' belly.

"Ta, Moony." he answered back, throat tight.

"Do you regret it?" Fear.

"No." Honesty.

"Neither do I. Go back to sleep, Padfoot. We can talk when we wake up again." Happiness, satisfaction.

"You'll be here?" Need, desperation, want.

A soft kiss against the mark, and then a soft, whispered word.

"Always." Affirmation.

Sirius smiled, relaxed, and closed his eyes, happy to float in this dream-like world full of sex, and Remus, and no fear. He drifted off to sleep, fingers entwined with Remus' hand on his stomach.

"Mine." Remus rasped, eyelids heavy with exhaustion. It wouldn't be easy, the future, but he was looking forward to it. He closed his eyes as well, and let Queen Mab take him away.

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A/N: Cookies for anyone that comments about the reference to a famous piece of literature by someone whose name rhymes with Killiam Fakespeare. Much love!
 
Also, I'm not done with this story yet, so don't be worried. It sounds like an ending, but it isn't. :D