Salvation

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all other characters from the popular series are the sole ownership of J.K. Rowling and like all other authors, I\'m merely borrowing them for my own satisfaction. Enjoy.

A/N: For sarvi.

If it had to do with sanity, Remus n knn knew absolutely nothing about it. His life had never made much sense. When he was three, he\'d been attacked by a werewolf. Luck brought survival, but not much else. Friends were not even rare, they were nonexistent, and he became a quiet child, with a vibrant soul. It was this soul that was so deeply viewed, when he tried his best to hide it\'s light. And it was luck that brought him to Hogwarts, and brought him to them.

When one is turned into a fearsome creature, one looses sight of their gifts. And though very lucky indeed, Remus Lupin failed to notice it every time. Even as he made friends, and found in them, not only companions, but soul mates. Sacred beings of laughter and light.

Luck, is not as fickle as fate. Luck is a kinder being. Unfortunately, fate is a stronger presence, and eventually, she\'d torture the life right from him. For what is life, but not a means to value love?

But, our story has not yet come to the pain. Our heroes have not yet learned of loss. At present, they are on top of the world. Grace always comes before a fall.

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\"Could he shine that thing anymore?\"

\"Oh, leave him be, Padfoot. It isn\'t everyday one of us becomes Head Boy.\"

\"Makes you wonder, doesn\'t it? How much do you think ol\' Dumbledore\'s lost? Say, a fair quarter of his mind?\" Sirius ducked, laughing as the pillow sailed at his head.

\"Don\'t listen to him, Prongs,\" Remus cooed placatingly, crossing the few feet to the other boy, and straightening his robes. \"He\'s just jealous.\"

\"Of course I am,\" replied Sirius, flashing a cocky grin.

Remus and James moaned.

\"Careful, Moony, you\'ll start him again.\"

Remus snorted, as Sirius began talking.

\"...It\'s got this great shine, even without a charm. And the engine\'s so smooth, it\'s almost silent, \'cept when you turn her up and she starts to roar...\"

\"Look what you did.\"

Remus sighed and went to settle the noise, settling in Sirius\' lap, the taller boy managing to accommodate him, without interrupting himself. \"And I couldn\'t believe how quickly she took off! Not like your average broom, mind, but-mphf..mmm..\"

James chuckled, as Sirius\' arms went about Remus, pulling him closer. They\'d learned about six months ago, the best way to shut Sirius up was to distract him. Preferably, with one\'s tongue. Turning back to the mirror, James adjusted his badge again. Even he could bel believe he was Headboy. Sure, he was a top student. He had twelve O.W.L.s, and the N.E.W.T.s proved interesting. Ahead of the game, that was him. But, not for lack of trying.

They didn\'t study as much as they made mischief. And they made mischief about as often as they made love now a days, less perhaps. It was strange, all the way around. They weren\'t children anymore, and yet, they still clung to childish ideals. In a few months, they\'d be graduating, and moving on to separate lives. They\'d move away from one another, and keep track through owls and floo. But, it would never be the same.

Suddenly depressed, he dropped into the nearest bed, which enedened to be Remus\'. It took Padfoot and Moony a few minutes to notice.

\"Oi, Prongs, what\'s wrong, mate?\" Sirius asked, wiping at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. James sighed, and Remus turned in Sirius\' lap, to look at him.

\"I was just...thinking...\"

\"\'Bout what?\"

Another sigh, heavier this time. \"Things,\" he replied, eyes trained on the floor. Remus and Sirius looked at one another, before Remus got off Sirius\' lap, and Sirius stood. \"What kind of \'things\'?\" he asked.

\"Just...you know...\"

\"Ahhh..\"

James looked up, as two figures crouched in front of him, taking gentle hold of his wrists. \"How many times do I have to say it, James?\" Sirius replied quietly, \"You\'re both welcome to come live with me.\"

\"The flat\'s tiny and you know what a slob Paddy is-\"

\"Hey!\"

\"But, we can manage.\"

\"It\'s not that...It\'s...you know...*us*.\"

\"Not *that* again!\"

\"What about us?\" Remus asked, ignoring Sirius\' outburst.

\"Well..it\'s just...\" His hands slid into the comfort of their\'s, tracing lines he knew even in the deepest sleep. \"We\'re not...you know...\"

\"Bloody say it, James!\"

\"Sirius!\"

James frowned, looking up at him. \"We\'re not *normal*!\"

\"Oh, for the love of...fuck!\" Sirius exclaimed, getting up, and throwing his arms out. Remus was quick to grab James\' free hand. \"James, how many times do we have to go through this?! It\'s just the way it is!\"

\"That\'s not good enough!\"

\"Well, itbloobloody good enough for me! And it\'s bloody good enough for Moony! What\'s so *wrong* about it?!\"

\"I never said it was \'wrong\'.\"

\"You came damn close enough!\"

\"Sirius, stop it! James...\" He squeezed the other boy\'s hands, and James turned a messy heo loo look at him. \"Are you unhappy? Do you want to stop?\"

\"No.\"

\"Then, what makes you keep reacting like this? Is it the fighting?\"

\"We don\'t fight all that much.\"

\"Is it the bed?\"

\"I like sleeping so close to both of you.\"

\"Is it the sex?\"

James snorted at about the same time as Sirius did, and they looked up to smile tentatively at one another. \"It\'s not the sex,\" he replied, with a shake of his head. Remus smiled.

\"Then what is it?\"

Sirius had asked, and they both turned to look at him. James sighed. \"Suppose this isn\'t...as real as we\'d like to believe...Suppose it\'s just another half sensible idea we\'ve had, and...and...\"

\"And?\" coaxed Remus.

\"And...well...someone...you know....gets tired of it.\"

\"Are you tired of it, Prongs?\"

\"No, I\'m just saying, suppose it happens, you know...\"

\"If anyone gets tired first, it\'ll be Sirius,\" Remus half teased.

\"Hey, I\'m not that \"
\"

James and Remus chuckled.

\"Do you really think I would?\"

\"I don\'t know...\" James replied softly.

\"No,\" Remus replied, honestly. \"Do you think I would?\"

\"No.\"

\"You\'re toobborbborn to quit,\" prodded Sirius.

\"James?\"

He sighed. \"No...\"

\"Then what\'s the matter? Why\'d you think we would?\"

\"Well, we\'re getting older, and I just thought-\"

\"Hogwash! As if either of you could resist me. Come on, the sex is great!\"

\"It\'s not all about sex, Padfoot.\"

\"No, but it\'s important.\"

\"This isn\'t just about the sex,\" said Remus. \"It\'s about our relationship.\"

\"You mean we have one?\" Sirius joked, trying to lighten the mood. When neither boy smiled, he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. \"I like the relationship as it is. I don\'t think there\'s anything wrong with us.\"

\"Neither do I. It\'s our own opinions that matter, not anyone else\'s.\"

They turned to James, who inhaled, held it, and exhaled a moment later. \"I don\'t think it\'s wrong. I was just...worried, I guess.\"

\"Worried?\" Sirius asked, with a cocked eyebrow. \"Moony, we\'ve given him cause to worry.\"

\"Oh dear.\"

\"Yup, there\'s no help for it now, I suppose.\"

\"No, I suppose not.\"

Sirius slid over, pushing James back over the bed by his shoulders, and straddling him. \"We\'ll just have to make it up to him, won\'t we?\" he asked, with a smile. He raised James\' arms over his head, and held them there against the bed by his wrists. James exhaled, a hitch in his belly.

\"We did break it.\"

\"Mmm,\" Sirius replied.

The werewolf moved about the bed, climbing up onto it, and taking over the job of pining James to the bed; not that he\'d tried escaping yet. With a smirk, Sirius ran his hands down his best friend\'s chest, sliding them back up, to begin undoing buttons. James\' breathing was already labored, by the time Sirius reached his trousers. Ever the tease, he undid them with his teeth, causing James\' hips to do a funny little jerk, and Remus to moan quietly.

Sirius took his time, flicking his tongue about James\' erection, before pressing against it, and dragging it up slowly. James whimpered, struggling a little, and Remus\' hands flexed against his wrists. It was exquisite torture, one both Remus JameJames were accustomed to. When Sirius was in the mind to, he could drag even the simplest fuck out into hours of love making. It appeared he was in the mood to do just that, but Remus was impatient, and James, thrusting his hips forward achingly, was as well.

They kissed, a hurried, tangled mess of tongues and teeth. James crying out into Remus\' mouth, the frustration palpable. Sirius took a moment to prop himself up, arm against James\' thigh and watch. James\' anguished groan was swallowed down Remus\' lovely throat, reverberating into a moan as it sunk into him. Languidly, Sirius began to stroke James, and the other boy sighed, hips twitching, as he searched for a way to make him move faster.

Sirius always did enjoy a good kiss; and watching his lovers kiss was always a maddening thing. It sent his blood, hot and pulsing, racing through his body, surging through his loins. It made him hard. It made him hot. It made him need. The longer they did it, the more he wanted to thrust away until his mind exploded behind his eyes. He wasn\'t sure whether they were aware of this or not, but it mattered little, in faceface of them trying to suck out one another\'s souls before him.

He sat up, and removed his own clothing, finishing undressing James, before tapping him on the rear. \"Budger up, Prongs,\" he said, voice husky. James moved, and Remus rocked back. \"You two, Moony. Toss the clothes.\" Remus didn\'t have to be told twice, and began shedding his clothes, as Sirius worked oiled fingers into James. James thrashed, needing to be filled, and Sirius stroked his thigh soothingly.

When Remus was as naked as they, Sirius caught him round the wrist, bringing him across the bed, to kiss him. Remus sighed, and allowed Sirius to lay him back, gasping between their open mouths, when the other prepared him as well.

James moved to one side, and helped Sirius position Remus, propping up all the pillows, so it would be just right. He moved between Remus\' parted thighs, and positioned himself, Remus biting his lip, to keep from hurrying this along too quickly. Sirius looked arouto mto make sure it would work out right, before crawling over to position himself behind James. A deep breath was all it took, and they were sliding in, one into the other, into the other. Moaning and trembling, they moved slowly, adjusting themselves, and strengthening their holds. It was all downhill from there.

Remus came first, body tightening about James, heels digging into Sirius\' calves. Like a chain reaction, James was next, clenching about Sirius, who, with something ako a o a roar, threw his head back and released into James, fingers bruising the slender hips, as Remus had his shoulders.

Later, as they cuddled, a mass of sweat and sighs and come, Sirius kissed James behind the ear and asked, \"And now?\" James laughed. \"Of course. So like you to ask after.\"

\"You know Sirius,\" Remus replied, stroking a collar bone and someone\'s shoulder. \"The easy way or no way.\"

~~~

Luck has left him now, he thinks. Just when he realizes her favor, she bolts. And he is left alone. So very alone. With the cold moon hanging above, and no one left to warm him.