Moonlight

A/N: This chapter contains Oral sex, be warned.

7. Remus


Milia crept along the wall. Just around the corner, the floor creaked. She pulled up, listening. The water in the bucket sloshed softly.

A thrill of fear filled the air. Milia jumped out, tossing the water from the bucket. The curtain of water drenched Sirius. Shocked, he stared at her as she turned and ran down the stairs, heading for the kitchen. “Milia!” Sirius’ shout chased after her. Chortling, she refilled her bucket in the sink. Somewhere above her, a door opened and closed softly. Footsteps climbed the stairs to the second floor.

He has to know I came here. He’s trying to lure me upstairs. With the bucket full, she climbed the stairs to the first floor and crossed to the drawing room. She leaned back against the wall, just inside the door.

Soft footsteps descended to the entrance and stopped. Milia jumped out, throwing the water. Two hits in a row! The sheet of water drenched a startled, shabby man with laughing blue eyes. Not Sirius! Milia squeaked and fled back into the drawing room. Behind her, another splash echoed through the entry way. Sirius’ barking laugh filled the house. On its heels, a new voice, a female voice, shrieked vile insults. Milia left the strangers behind, hiding in the coat closet at the far end of the drawing room.

“Aw, shut up! You old bat!” Sirius shouted. Milia huddled in the darkness, listening to her heart race. How is he going to explain me? Who was that? He didn’t even knock. Two deep male voices closed in on her hiding place. The higher pitched one, Sirius, still laughing. He opened the closet door. “Milia,” he said, bathing her in light. “It’s okay. This is Remus Lupin.”

“Madam,” the shabby man reached out to her, offering a friendly hand. She did not take it. Instead she looked to Sirius. He nodded slightly. Cautiously, she took the offered hand. His warmth spread over her as they touched. It pulled her beast from the depths and she felt his answer to her as well. His eyes bled from blue to amber and he smiled. His scent, his feel, engulfing her. She knew her eyes had turned golden, the room gaining a new sharpness in her vision. She giggled, loving his presence. Sirius backed away a few steps.

Love, acceptance, warmth. They flowed from Remus with the peace of a lazy, summer afternoon. Tears welled up in her throat as he stared at her, smiling. She took in his scent with a sigh. He smelled of a citrus grove, bathed in morning mist.

Here is one, one who is pack. Laughing whole-heartedly, she climbed from the closet. His heart was steady, sure and strong. She hugged him close, ignoring the very wet, threadbare, robes he wore. He pulled away from her, startled by her hug, studying her. She smiled softly. We are pack, she thought. He returned to her embrace, nuzzling her throat. Her heart skipped a beat as his breath tickled her ear.

“You smell of wildflower fields,” he whispered against her. The sadness coating him rolled off him, drowning her.

“I am pack,” she whispered into his ear, his short sandy hair tickling her face. Pain and loneliness welled up, joining the sadness. “You are lone-wolf no more,” she continued. “We are pack.” A sob tore from his throat. His knees buckled and he leaned against her. She helped him kneel down.

She knelt beside him, kissing his worn cheeks, first right then left. Then she kissed his lips, the citrus warmth rushing through her. His need, cautious, as if knowing it was wrong, broke around them. The soft, patient scent of vanilla filled her. She broke the kiss, holding him against her, letting her own need fill the air. He breathed it in, his body responding against her.

Hot anger and the rancid scent of jealousy filled the room. Remus bowed his head, taking long, slow, deep breaths against her shoulder. After a moment, he pulled back. Gold eyes met blue ones. He looked away embarrassed. Sirius stood beside them, watching them, Glaring down at them. Milia gestured for him to join them. Remus looked away. “Come Sirius,” she whispered. Reluctantly, he moved in, kneeling and hugging Remus from behind. Cool grey eyes closed as he leaned into his friend. They knelt together for a long time. Milia studied Remus, exploring the scents that flooded her senses. Alone, unloved, hurt. It all flowed from him in waves; covering her.

“Oh, Lone Wolf,” she whispered. “You are alone no longer. I am here and now, we are pack,” she repeated. He needs to hear it again. How long has he been lone? His grip tightened around her, his shoulders shaking slightly. Tears wet her t-shirt, falling from his closed eyes. Sirius’ anger ebbed, the jealousy replaced by a steady strength. Devotion. Tears welled up in Milia’s eyes but she wouldn’t let them fall. After a time, the tears died and Remus took a deep, shuttering breath. Sirius and Milia sighed around him.

Sirius stood, a hand lingering on Remus’ shoulder. "What was that all about?" He asked, an edge to his voice. Anger danced around them.

"I just wanted to invite him into my pack," Milia shrugged.

Sirius studied her. “I’ll get dinner,” he said, starting for the kitchen.

“I don’t want dinner,” Remus whispered. Sirius stopped.

“You should eat. It will give you strength,” Milia whispered. “Sirius is a good cook.” She concentrated on encouraging him, knowing he would smell it on the air between them. He gave her an odd look, fear and caution mingling on the air; beneath them, a thrill of excitement.

“I’ll make enough for you, anyway, Remus. If you change your mind.” Sirius left for the kitchen.

Milia smiled at him, “How many werewolves have you known? How long have you been alone?”

He shook you head. “I’m a wizard and a werewolf,” he said, a resigned smile creasing his face. “The wizards don’t want me because of my ‘disease’ and the Muggle werewolf packs would never have me because I’m a wizard. I’ve known a few people over the years who were in my same position, but--” he stopped, studying her. An over-whelming sadness had welled up in Milia’s heart. To never know the love of the pack!

“Remus, have you always been alone?”

“Well, yes--” his eyes turned towards the kitchen, “no. I managed to form a pack.” He smiled. “They’re still my pack.”

“But it wasn’t a werewolf pack,” she said.

“No.”

Milia hugged him again. “I wish I could say that my pack would have brought you in. But I know they wouldn’t have.” Guilt gnawed at the back of her mind.

“Don’t feel guilty over that,” he whispered, picking her emotion from the air. Milia blinked at him. She smiled.

“It is impolite to respond to a scent with speech. If I feel guilty but give no hint of it, save scent, then you should either ignore the fact that I’m feeling guilty or reply with your own scent.”

“Werewolf etiquette lessons?” he asked, surprised. Milia shrugged. He chuckled under his breath, a surprisingly intimate sound, rolling deep like distant thunder. It pulled on her low down, “And that?” he asked. “There is just a hint of something. It smells like fresh-baked sugar cookies.” Milia felt her face flush. She stood up. He let her go, reluctantly. She smiled down at him, warmed by his laughing cornflower-blue eyes.

“Come on, I’m sure dinner will be ready soon,” she held out a hand to him. He stood and pulled a wand from his robes. With a wave, the water evaporated from his clothes, his face scrubbed clean. Sighing, he took hold of her hand. Together, they descended to the kitchen.


Sirius had set a third place at the table; opposite the sink, mid-way between his side and Milia’s. He was dishing up rice and vegetable stir-fry as they entered. He smiled up at them. Milia stopped, as did Remus. The room was thick with a jealous anger. She released Remus’ hand. Remus looked away from the other man.

“Thank-you, Sirius,” he said, starting for the side of the table.

“Don’t mention it.” His voice was tight and unnatural, strained by hidden emotion. Milia swallowed around the anger. She crossed to Sirius as he returned a pan to the stove. When she laid a hand on his elbow, he pulled sharply away, returning to his place at the table. His anger trailed behind him. Milia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It’s going to be a long night, she thought.

She crossed to her own place opposite the stairs. They ate slowly, quietly. Sirius’ anger ebbed as they ate, though the stink of jealousy remained. He doesn’t understand about pack, Milia reminded herself.

“Is there a reason you’re a week early?” Sirius asked Remus. Remus’ gratefulness swam through the room. He took the words to mean that he wasn’t the target of Sirius’ anger. Maybe he’s right, Milia worried. Remus looked to her, scenting her worry. He sent out a hint of anxiety, Sirius could still decide to be angry at me it seemed to say.

"Dumbledore had a very interesting report from Snape the other day,” he said aloud to Sirius. Sirius glanced up at him then back down at his disappearing dinner. “He seemed to think that the two of you had left the house,” Remus continued. “I told Dumbledore that, in my opinion, Snape was off his rocker and just trying to cause trouble for you. Why would the most wanted Wizard in the world go gallivanting about at night? So, Dumbledore sent me early to keep an eye on you.” He smiled, knowingly.

“He believed Snape?” Sirius asked.

Remus smirked, “I think it’s more that he knows you too well, Sirius.” Sirius nodded at his words. A hint of worry trickled from him as they finished dinner. Slowly the stench of jealousy dissipated. Milia sighed at its absence.

Remus was the first to rise. He started clearing his plate, his dinner only half-eaten. “I’ll get it, Remus,” Sirius offered. He rose as well, taking his plate to the sink.

“Are you sure, I don’t mind.”

Sirius nodded. “I’m sure.”

“Okay. Well, I’m going to go and clean up. You’ve kept Kreacher out of my room, right?” he asked. Again, Sirius answered with a short nod. Remus has one of the reserved rooms, Milia thought in surprise, That‘s why he didn’t knock when he first arrived. Anger prickled along her skin, dancing across the table as Remus left. Guess who he is mad at. Milia faced him as his anger exploded over her.

“I know you’re upset, Sirius,” she started. “Can I explain?” He shrugged. A quiet anger? That’s different. Perhaps he doesn’t want to hurt Remus by being overheard. “Just listen then. Remus is another werewolf. It’s like I’ve found a long lost brother. He is pack. Something he’s never known.”

“That doesn’t explain the way you looked at him. I saw you pressing together remember?” he hissed. “That’s not how you treat a brother.”

Milia gaped at him. “I--He responded to me. I acknowledged the response.” He folded his arms across his chest, an arrogant tilt to his chin. “I do the same with you.” She moved around the table and came to stand before him. “It means nothing to me; I have given myself to you now.” She uncrossed his arms, moved his hands to her waist. A coy smile lit her face. His face remained stoic, hard. She let go of his hands, tracing up his strong arms to his shoulders. He kept his hands on her waist. Not a total loss, she thought.

“Oh, dear Goddess, this shirt is silk. You weren’t wearing silk when I splashed you were you?”

He shook his head no.

“Come on. Leave the dishes until tomorrow. Maybe that creature will do them. Come upstairs with me. Let me apologize to you.” She licked her lips, slowly. His grey eyes watched her mouth. She leaned into him; sniffing, waiting for the rush of cinnamon to engulf her. The pain of anger and sickly sweet rot of jealousy answered her advances instead.

Milia pulled away from him. Tears welled up in her eyes. “You’re rejecting me?” she asked. He looked away from her, jaw set. Frustration leaked from his careful façade. He worried, cried and loved inside. But outwardly, all he did was clench his jaw and wait for her to leave. Milia set her own jaw, choking back tears and hurtful words. She turned and walked away. He is dominant, her beast whispered, his will is law.

She climbed the stairs to the second floor. Why couldn’t he understand! She only offered another wolf comfort in a time of great pain. If he came to her tonight, needing companionship, she would grant it. That’s what pack means. The needs of all are met. Remus was just coming out of a room opposite hers; one that had been locked before. His smile faltered when she stopped in front of him.

“What happened, Milia?” he asked, a weighted concern adding to the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Hurt, anger, rejection! She sent them out to him. And he looked away, “It’s my fault,” he whispered.

“No. You’ve done nothing wrong.” She closed the distance between them. “We’ve done nothing wrong. Sirius is always angry about something. Tonight he’s targeted me.”

“But the jealousy wouldn’t be there if I wasn’t here.”

“Jealousy is a petty emotion. I tried to explain about pack but. . .” she trailed off, words failing her. Frustration! Remus chuckled. Milia stared at him for a moment. “He was in your pack before, right?” Remus nodded slowly, wary. Happiness, pain, loss came from him. “Why can’t he see that this is the same? We are pack now.” She shook her head again.

“I’ll talk to him,” Remus offered into her silence. He started past her.

“If you think it’ll help,” she conceded. He nodded.

“I’ll do my best,” he smiled sadly and disappeared down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Milia waited in the bedroom. The house had remained quiet so far. She had expected shouting. She could hear Remus’ deep, throaty voice and Sirius’ own rich baritone. But they were too quiet to pick out exact words. With a sigh, she changed into a black tank-top and matching panties; more gifts from Sirius. Then she sat on the edge of the bed. Who will knock on the door? Remus with bad news? Or Sirius?

Two sets of footsteps climbed the stairs to the second floor. Two deep voices stopped outside her door and Milia stopped breathing. Sirius had proven himself not beyond revenge and tor. W. Would he come in? Would he wait there, smiling, until she came to him? Go to him; plead with him, her beast whispered. She ignored the voice for now. But soon it wouldn’t be ignored. Soon, she would be at the whim of the voice; its anger and its lust for blood.

Footsteps moved out in the hall and the door opened. Sirius wishedus aus a good night over his shoulder as he entered. Milia watched him, scenting the air. He closed the door and leaned against it, contemplating her. She looked away.

He straightened and crossed to her. Kneeling before her, his body against her bare legs, he looked at her. She turned to study his face. Sirius gave her a small smile and she returned it. Sunny warmth drifted from him. Love, forgiveness, understanding. If he had been wolf, she could have sent her answer to him. Instead, she took his scents as an apology and said, “I’m sorry, Sirius.”

“I’m sorry too.” He leaned up and kissed her softly on the lips. With an inward sigh, she kissed him back. He pulled away. “Remus reminded me about our years at school . . . I guess I jumped to the wrong conclusion.” He sighed. He continued whispering, words that explained the emotions she had already picked up from him. She toyed with the buttons of his silk shirt, sliding them open, baring his chest. Another two weeks of good food. He’s filling out nicely. He’s almost meaty. Delicious, her beast added and a vision of sinking fangs into his soft, unprotected stomach flashed through her head.

“Milia?” Sirius put a hand on her chin and raised her eyes to his face. “Did you hear me?”

She stared at him and then smiled. “Sorry,” she offered. Sirius laughed and the air filled with cinnamon.

“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said, have you.”

She shook her head, no. “I just want to peel you out of this,” she said, fingering the silk.

“Well, never mind then,” he said with a shrug. He pushed her back onto the bed and crawled over her, lying against her. Milia helped him out of the silk, dropping it to the floor. She fed at his mouth, his tongue working deep between her teeth. Beneath the stir-fry and crisp ice of him, she tasted a breath of poison.

She pulled away with a gasp. “Drink?” she breathed studying him. Sirius nuzzled along her neck.

“Just one; when I went to cook.” He bit her earlobe, increasing pressure until she gasped and wriggled beside him. “I dumped it out after one swallow. Nothing tastes as good as you.”

Milia laughed. “Oh, that was a terrible line,” she whispered.

“You’re right.” He rose onto his hands and knees. “Budge over,” he said. She scooted until she lay straight on the bed. “It was my wrong conclusion. I would like to apologize.” He smiled down at her. “Don’t move,” he said, collapsing against her, kissing her softly. Milia caressed the side of his face as he moved form her mouth to her neck. Strong hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them, fingering them, until her nipples hardened. His hands lifted her shirt, baring her to his questing mouth.

She moved to take the shirt off. “Milia,” he warned. Her beast stirred and she focused on him. “You’re moving,” he said. Smiling, she lowered her hands. He pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it away. He looked down at her, studying her in the moonlight that bathed the room. A light burned in his eyes.

With a smile and a flash of teeth, he fell to her. Instinctively, Milia squealed, moving to block him. His teeth sank into the soft pillow of her left breast. She grabbed his head, arching her body towards him as he moved back. He pressed her back into the bed. Then he returned to her nipple, biting lightly. Her beast pushed forward, crying out for him. His grey eyes met her newly golden ones and his heart raced against her stomach. A feral smile grew on her face and she sat up again. He moved with her and pulled away from her.

“Down!” he barked. Submissive, she sent, though he couldn’t receive it. She smiled and moved against his thighs, rubbing on his jeans, only the satin cloth of her panties between them. She whimpered.
“Take me,” she pleaded. “I’ll be good.”

“Stay,” he ordered, confident in his control over her.

“Yes,” she breathed. He smiled down at her as she lay back, closing her eyes. He laid a hand on her stomach. The other steadying himself on the bed. He bent low over her, his hair tickling along her skin. She sighed. His mouth found her right nipple. He took it between his teeth, biting gently until she let out a soft moan. Warmth spread through her from where his mouth worked. He moved his knee against her, bumping lightly against the wetness between her legs.

She took in a sharp breath, her hips writhing against his leg. He backed away from her, teasing. “Please, Sirius, please,” she breathed.

“I’ve something else,” he said, moving slowly down her body. He spread her legs around his shoulders, kissing over her muscled stomach to the smooth skin below her navel. He stopped, hovering over before breathing across her black panties; his breath tickling hot through the fabric. Milia arched towards him, a small noise escaping her.

His finger traced along the wetness before reaching around by the hollow of her thigh. He moved under the elastic band at her thigh and into the slick warmth inside. Rubbing her, entering her briefly, teasing. Milia bit down on another urge to reach for him. She panted, the sensation of his breath so near her making her moan. Pleasure ran through her traveling in waves from her groin outwards. She bucked against his hand; wanting more, needing more. “No more teasing, Sirius,” she breathed. “Take me, please.”

Sirius left her, and pulled the last bit of clothing from her body. She started to reach for his jeans. “No,” he said. “I’m apologizing. You stay there.” With a whimper, she laid back down. He moved back between her legs.

Sweet Goddess. She rose up enough to meet his eyes. He studied her, making it clear what he was proposing. He cocked a single eyebrow and lowered his chin to the soft mound of black hair between her legs, rubbing softly. He’ll stop if I don’t want it. She flashed back on the last man who had used his tongue there and her heart skipped a beat. With a smile, she laid back. Running a hand through his long hair, curling it around her fingers, she grabbed the blanket with her other hand.

He rubbed her again with his chin before using both strong hands to spread her. Hot breath tickled across her clitoris and the soft, wet tip of his tongue followed on its heels. White-hot pleasure flashed through her, flowing as he took her into his mouth. His tongue and lips worked, rolling her. Ecstasy chased through her as she moaned and writhed against his mouth. He pressed a hand to her hips, holding her down. He sucked hard on her, pulling a cry from her. She grabbed his head in both hands, feeling him move as he pulled on her, sucking, rolling. He whimpered himself and the vibration of his voice thrilled along her spine. She cried out again.

His teeth grazed her and a small, feral howl bubbled up from her beast. She pulled him away. He panted heavily as he looked up into her golden eyes. He smiled. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. She watched his own hips pump once behind him. No, she shook her head. “Lay down,” he instructed. He returned to her clitoris. Again he took her in, grabbing her with his teeth. Gently, rapidly, nibbling her. Pleasure and pain chased through her, running in waves that threatened to overwhelm her. She bucked against him, panting. He pushed her down, biting hard. She screamed, her beast raging forward. White pain flashed through her. Pleasure chasing behind it.

He released her and moved lower, his tongue inside her, probing shallowly, quickly. Then he licked slowly back up. She sobbed as he probed and licked her again. Her heart slowed, her beast nearly retreating as she sank into the deliberate, softness of his caresses.

He hovered over her taking her into his mouth again, toying with her, building the waves of pleasure again. Then he grazed her with his teeth. Tension filled her and she gasped. He nibbled her, threatening another bite. Anticipation floated on the air. She whimpered and he chuckled. His deep laugh thrilling against her again, even as he held her in his teeth. He nibbled softly, harder than before but not painfully. Pleasure chased through her with every nip. She cried out, trying to pull away form him as the pleasure grew. Sirius held her tightly, determined to stay with her. He sucked long and hard, pulling her with his teeth. Milia cried out, her breath hot and fast. She bucked against his hands as he nipped her again.

Then he licked her slowly, opening her wide with his hands. She sobbed as he lifted her hips, pulling her up as he knelt, her body stretched taut. His tongue prodded her, seeking inside her as it had at her mouth. She writhed, unable to buck any longer. “Stop!” she sobbed. “Please, Sirius.” He licked along her length again. His grey eyes laughed down at her. And he licked her slowly, sucking on her again. She closed her eyes and rode the waves of pleasure as they crashed inside her. He gave one final nip, pulling a small cry from her, bringing her beast forward and then lowered her to the bed. She felt him move up her length, lay down next to her.

She looked at him and snarled. Blood, her beast cried out, lunging for him. Sirius caught her, pushing her down, holding her by the throat. Slowly, she felt her beast retreat; her eyes bleed back to brown. Sirius released her.

“Sirius,” she whispered when her breathing had slowed. “It’s only a week until the full moon. You need to be careful with my beast.” She rolled to face him, nose to nose. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He smiled. “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.” He kissed her gently. “I’m ready to apologize some more,” he whispered, grinding his hips against her naked thigh. He lay hard and wet inside his jeans. He kissed her, forcing past her teeth. She opened eagerly to him, tasting herself on him.