Dogs\' Night
Dogs' Night
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Title: Dogs’ Night
Disclaimer: I
obviously don’t own them. J.K. Rowling
does, and she’d probably wet herself if she read this. ^_^; Heh…
Note: Just so you
know, this takes place when The Marauders are in their seventh year at
Hogwarts, so everyone is 18 now.
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“So…I guess I’m…going it alone tonight then?”
James and Peter stared at each other, then at Remus.
studied his moon chart to avoid his friends’ gazes.
that during the full moon, but he didn’t like the feeling that he was suddenly
alone. They’d all done so much, worked
so hard, just so he wouldn’t have to be lonely, and he’d gotten so used to
having them there. But tonight…
“You know we always wanna be there for you, Moony, but I
haven’t been sleeping good, and the big match is tomorrow,” James explained,
and Remus felt like he might cry.
“And I’ve got that huge Defense Against the Dark Arts test
to make up tomorrow,” Peter squeaked quietly.
Remus swallowed hard.
“I know. I know.
finish his homework when he gets out. Don’t
worry, guys. I’ll be fine.”
met Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. It’s
not that bad, really. Honest.”
They both looked unconvinced, but neither said anything else
as Remus got ready to go.
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Sitting alone in the Shrieking Shack, Remus waited for the
moon to rise and filter in through the filthy windows.
the thought of transforming with nothing, no one, nowhere to turn to was
frightening him already. He listened to
the noises of the old house, tears in his eyes, imagining he was locked in with
the werewolf instead of locked inside it.
What would it be like, knowing there was a beast somewhere nearby, too
se, se, and it could scent your every move?
How, even as beasts of their own, could his friends brave such a
frightening and dangerous situation?
So he sat there, waiting for the sun to die away from the
window sill, and cried into his knees as an old clock ticked off the seconds
down stairs somewhere. Then something
moved on the steps, the creaking roaring through the silence.
their friends, breaking in to the haunted house?
time?
“Moony?” A voice
called from the hall, and Remus jumped.
“Hey, Moony? You there?”
“S-sirius?”
The rugged face of his best friend grinned in at him, shaggy
black hair falling across his eyes.
“There you are! The others said
you were goin’ out alone tonight, so I figured Moony and Padfoot could have a
dogs’ night, ya know?” All smiles, the
boy sat down beside the confused werewolf.
“B-but…don’t you have homework?”
Sirius smirked.
“Potions can wait. Friends
can’t.” He shrugged.
here alone.”
Blushing slight, Remus smiled.
“Don’t mention it!”
his friend laughed. “If you’ve
seen Prongs catch the snitch once, you’ve seen it a million times.
instead.”
---
Padfoot crouched down behind a half open door, trying to
stifle the panting that had resulted form bounding down the corridors of the
Shrieking Shack. He could hear the
creaking of Moony wandering elsewhere in search of him.
house he was in already anyway. No point
in giving it away.
So he sat in waiting, ready to run again.
idea struck him. As Moony advanced, his
friend remained in hiding. Finally, when
the werewolf stood directly in front of his door, the dog launched, full force,
four paws, into his chest. And they both
tumbled down the hall.
Then it was Moony’s turn to run.
howling with the odd sounds that repl the their human laughter.
would say the house earned it’s name for the night as they raced the rotten
rooms. Boards wailed and doors slammed,
those were the sounds the boys knew better than anything.
Moony rolled head over heels down to the first floor with a
sharp cry of surprise and pain while Padfoot slid to a halt at the top.
fear crept into his eyes as the wolf whimpered but failed to move.
step, he rushed down, the human part of his brain racing.
hurts, and how do you heal it without changing shape?
about half conscious as he approached.
Padfoot whimpered and nudged him with his nose, but the
beast just whimpered back as soft, purple bruises blossomed visibly beneath the
fur of his face and shoulder. Somewhere,
a clock clanged the hour. Dawn was
approaching. It could be anywhere from
ten minutes to two hours, the clock was far from exact, but at least it was
coming. So the hound licked tentatively
at the injuries and nuzzled the wolf’s neck to keep him awake.
finally had to nip at his friend’s throat to get him moving.
He tackled the wolf with a desperate growl.
until the moon’s gone. Come at me.
Finally he got him going.
While Moony was still whimpering from pain off and on, at least he was
doing something. He wrestled, weakly at
first, then he was the one on top, then bottom, then top again.
until they both collapsed in a pile of tangled, furry limbs, panting hard with
laughter. Moony lay back and closed his
eyes, wincing when he bumped his head on the floor boards by accident.
wolf could feel a blush under his fur as the slowly rising sun sent the first
teasing tingles of transformation through his bones.
For the first time, he almost wished he didn’t have to
change back. Moony and Padfoot’s dog
night was almost over and he regretted how short it had been, how little they
had actually done. Best friends or not,
Remus felt more comfortable alone with Sirius when they weren’t human.
be more like his more out going friends, like he didn’t have to hold back
against anything. So why, in these last
minutes of comfort and freedom, was he holding back?
back absently, lost in the feeling of returning human thought.
look on the dog’s face and blushed again.
Apparently, while the boy could contemplate holding back, the wolf could
still decide not to.
Then Padfoot licked him again.
They stared at each other, neither sure what they would say
if they could speak, or how to say it without words.
and the other nuzzled him nervously.
Both were thinking, wondering what to do next, then both were decided.
Padfoot nipped at him as they untangled to the sounds of the
striking clock. The strange sensation of
the softer transformations rippled through Moony, fur slowly retracting in the
thicker areas, fangs melting back, and the hound followed him through it,
licking his face and throat. But next
came the ache with the simple sliding, bones creaking and reforming.
was on top of him, melting with him, licking him, kissing him as muscles
reshaped in his snout. The gasp melted
away with his claws, and the groan of his paws splitting into hands and feet
was lost as a tongue lapped at his nipple and a pair of black furred hands
groped lower. His human mind whimpered
that it was too fast but the wolf wanted it, and the wolf wasn’t letting go
until it had what it wanted. What
worried him, though, was that he knew he wanted it, too.
The hand found what it was searching for, and Moony suddenly
realized he was hard. With all of the
pain, that ache had been all but lost, but now…
He moaned as Padfoot stroked him, mixing that pleasure with the pain of
his legs stretching and rejointing. His
nails dug at the floor and he suddenly wished his claws weren’t gone.
The wolf wanted it.
His spine restructured as he arched into the rush of that
gently, healing tongue flicking over the tip of his penis.
startled cry, eyes shooting wide. Too
fast! Too slow!
then he realized it wasn’t just the wolf, it was him.
suddenly planted on his lips, slipping in a second finger.
And his vocal chords soared into human ranged as Padfoot
thrust into him.
Tails fused, ears melted, bones grounds, but all he knew was
the sound of his own voice whimpering and moaning as the pain of penetration
exploded into pleasure, and his lover grunting and panting into his
shoulder.
other’s waist as they rocked harder, fingers tangled in a mane of black
hair. His teeth sank into his lip as the
change came to a heart shattering end, and then he screamed, stars bursting as
he came, exploding into a wall of ecstasy.
Moments later, Padfoot…no…Sirius howled and released, filling an
emptiness Remus hadn’t realized was there.
They both collapsed again, this time wrapping their tangle
of limbs tight to hold themselves together.
The sun filtered in through the spider webbed windows as they lay there,
gasping to catch their breath. Remus
curled up, shivering against his lover’s chest, and blushed with a soft
smile. Sirius ran his hands through the
other boy’s hair and sighed with a smirk.
“When I said we’d have a dog’s night, this isn’t really what
I had in mind.”
The red drained from Remus’ face, and the smile faded.
“No! No!
Hey!” Sirius’ eyes went slightly
wide, then worried, and he pulled the boy eye to eye, kissing him softly.
They stared at each other, then Remus let himself smile
again. “I know,” he said quietly.
Then, laughing, Sirius licked his nose.
don’t get moving.”
“Yeah. Only…”
bring any extra clothes, did you?”
Sirius blinked, then, “Maybe we’ll be late to breakfast
anyway.”