Loves Enemy

Author: Roisin
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Title: Love Enemy
Rating: Umm... R/NC17
Diclaimer: Not mine, except for the plot line. No profit is being made
Warning: Attempted Rape, some Bondage

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The day dawned bright and cold, at least two foot of snow covered the ground and the weak, early light from the sun caused it to sparkle and glitter as if someone had cast a myriad of diamonds over it. Two males wandered blissfully through the wonderland that lay in the grounds of Hogwarts School, there footprints the first in the fresh snow. As the sun covered them with its golden blessing and the pair moved closer together, the arm of the almond haired individual slipped about the slender waistline of the other, black haired male. Not that this closeness was such a new thing to each other, it had been almost a year since they had got together. The snow crunched hungrily under their booted feet and Remus Lupin leant nearer to Sirius Black to whisper something in his ear, and in the process gently nibbled on the lobe while his hand slid lower from Sirius’s waist. They altered their path slightly, following the edge of the Dark forest. Suddenly a large shape burst from the edge of the dim forest as they walked down its length, and deep voice rumbled easily over the distance, stopping them in their tracks.

“What ‘re you two doin’ up so early? Not gettin’ inter mischief I ‘ope.”

“Nah Hagrid, just walking. We couldn’t sleep. The Dorms are really cold at the moment.”

Remus’s voice was light and open, even though he was telling a barefaced lie. It was very hard to feel cold when you and your lover lay curled up together under a large, thick quilt. Swiftly he moved and stepped lightly on Sirius’s foot, the other boy had begun to smirk. Hagrid looked at them both, then nodded his head slowly.

“Would yer both like ter come for a cop o’ coffee?”

Remus glanced over at Sirius swiftly, but the other boy had an ambiguous grin upon his elegant face, and he had already opened his mouth to speak.

“Hagrid, you know we’d love to, but we really should head back to the castle and try to get some sleep.” At this he did a very good impression of a yawn. “And besides, James would kill us if we came without him, he’s been dying to tell you about his latest capture of the snitch.”

Sirius sounded slightly board when he mentioned the capture of the snitch, but then he had heard James tell of it numerous times. Hagrid had looked quite crestfallen when Sirius had said they couldn’t go, but he cheered up when he heard the whole gang was going to come down.

“All righ’ ‘en, Don’ leave it too long though. Been an age since yer all came down.”

And he wandered off without looking back at the pair. It was all Remus and Sirius could do not to let their good natured laughter come bubbling out within Hagrid’s hearing range, where it could be misconstrued that the laughter was at him. As soon as they felt it was safe they laughed, Remus’s a soft gentile chuckle and Sirius’s a bark like laugh. Supporting each other they collapsed into the powdery whiteness, struggling to breathe, tears streaming down their flushed faces. It seemed a while before they realised how intimate their positions were, but once it had sunk past the surface and their mirth had receded, it seemed that a gravitational force began to pull them closer together. From the visible plumes of breath that emitted from them in the cold air it was possible to tell that they were getting excited and their respiration rates had risen.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Remus, their lips met, cold but soft. Sirius’s lips always tasted sweet to Remus, but something in the cold air made them sweater still. Sirius teased him as always with butterfly kisses to his own lips, there but not there. Finally Remus had pinned him down, the kiss becoming steadily more deep. He savoured that taste in the early morning light, tongue flicking over them, the lower lip gently nibbled once or twice, before his tongue slipped in. Sirius’s response was just as enthusiastic, meeting Remus half way now in a firm manor. One arm had slipped about Remus’s head, the other about his waist as Remus slipped both his about his partners neck. Slowly the hand on the same side as the one of Sirius’s that ran through and played with his hair ran down over the lithe torso of Sirius Black, caressing the finely shaped contours. He felt Sirius suppress a shudder of delight as Remus’s hand ran over the small of Sirius’s back, and also a small moan of pleasure as Remus’s kisses moved lower. It was when the pair came up for breath that Sirius spoke in that soft voice he always used for Remus.

“Perhaps we should move this somewhere drier? And more private. It would be hard to explain convincingly why we were soaked from head to foot, and I don’t want to risk you getting a cold.”

“Come on then.” Remus said softly, kissing Sirius again softly before rising. “I don’t know what I’d do if you were ill from exposure to the cold and wet.”

Remus helped Sirius to his feet, and their hands remained linked as they turned towards a harmless looking willow. The whole school by now knew to keep away from the willow, as it was of the whomping variety, but Sirius and Remus knew its secret, they visited it once a month with James and Peter and crept through the tunnel into the Shrieking Shack. Remus reached out and grabbed a long, sturdy branch that lay casually around the tree, and pressed it forwards and into a knot in the trunk. The tree groaned ominously for a short time, but remained still. Moving swiftly Remus and Sirius climbed down into the dirt tunnel that led to their secret hide out, moving one behind the other, but their hands remained clasped together, kisses stolen whenever they felt it would be possible. After what seemed like an eternity to their pounding hearts and anticipating minds they entered the shack and moved into the room where bedding lay ready.

Gratefuly they sank down into the soft pillows, mattress, quilts and duvets, revelling in the comfort and the feel of each others bodies. Lips met and parted as hands worked feverishly to unfasten the robes that bound them, each desperate to be free and to free the other. Finally the robes fell loose to expose the pale flesh of their bodies, and a whole new world opened up to them in that one fleeting moment. Each felt soft hands caress flesh, and after only a few seconds of this Remus moved his head down to run feather kisses along Sirius’s jaw, then to flow gently like a light shower down his neck before following the pronounced, beautiful line of his collar bone. At the same time a hand trailed over his flat, muscled stomach, and Remus knew why Sirius was so fought over throughout the school, but it was he, Remus Lupin, who took the \'prize\', and he knew that Sirius felt the same about him. Yes, they had the prizes the whole school wanted, but to them they had won that first time in the dorms when their lips touched. And now they were locked together, unable to part, and completely unwilling to.

Already Sirius was writhering under Remus\'s kisses as they snaked even lower, and neither of them could hide their arrousal any longer in the glimmering winter sun. Suddenly, Sirius flipped Remus over onto his back and pinned him down, snarling lightly before his teeth gently nipped one of the exposed pink nipples, something he knew Rmus loved, but would never do to him incase he hurt him. And indeed Remus did love it, he loved it so much that he squirmed under Sirius, moaning slightly in his throat. Sirius, the first time they had done thishad never expected Remus to be a moaner, but he was, and that just made the experiance all the more exciting to Sirius\' mind.

Suddenly Sirius pulled his wand on Remus, and smirked slightly.

\"Your not going to get away with fighting me today, Remus, you going to do it all my way.\"

And wuth a grin his mummbled an incatetion at his wand. Soon vines flew from it, andbound Remus\'s hands to the nearest available obects. Remus gasped, and tried to strugle, futily, against these new bonds. But it was all a show, he wanted Sirius to have his wicked way. And that was what Sirius did.

With a coy and slightly evil smile, Sirius dropped to Remus\'s waist line, and the exposed flesh there. He kissed the sensitive skin softly before taking Remus into his mouth. Remus moaned again, louder this time, and struggled as he writhed in pleasure. Sirius kept going with this untill Remus was moaning hard and was only moments away from coming. And then, he stopped, coming up for air, and once more smirking wickedly. Remus looked delactable in the soft, golden glow of light that came fromm the high window. He was panting and still moaning slightly, his head lying to one side, held rigid, as though he couldn\'t move it, from the pleasure he had just had. It was as he turned his head to look at Sirius that Sirius crept forwards and straddled him, speaking softly.

\"I though we\'d try something new today, if you don\'t mind.\"

Remus mearly nodded as Sirius reached for his wand and muttered something else. It was a lubricating and relaxing spell he had stumbled across hidden in a book on charms one day. After memorising it, he decided to give it a go. And this was his chance. Remus gasped at the cold sensation, and his cock jumped as if it knew what was coming. Sirius gasped at the slight weakening of his gluteal muscles, just enough to simulate the workings of finger. Biting his lip and smiling softly, he positioned Remus and slid down so that there was just enough penetration. Sirius gasped at the large mass that pushed into him, Remus gasped and moaned at the tight muscles that now gripped the head of his cock. Slowly, gently, Sirius slid down, his eyes wide with a mixture of 98% pleasure, and 2% pain from this new sensation. then, slowly, he began to thrust his hips over Remus\'s cock, and remus, moaning despirately already, joined in. Suddenly a hand seemed to come from nowhere to grip Sirius\'s exposed cock, and that soon found it\'s self being pummeled by Remus.

Sirius came first, and he screamed softly as he did. That was unusual for Sirius, for normally he was the quiet one in bed, and it must have been that sound that sent Remus over, for he soon found himself emptied into Sirius, with a loud, low moan to accompany it. Gasping for breath Sirius slid off Remus and rolled onto the matrus, untying Remus\'s wrists with his hands as both their wands had been kicked away to safety. Then, with a soft smile, they fell asleep.

It was with a sleepy unwillingness that Sirius and Remus began to dress again, stealing kisses and helping each other back into their robes, smiling at each other only the way lovers could. The atmosphere was a one of peace and the ultimate joy for only a short time, and it rapidly soured. Remus glanced up at Sirius from where he was laying to the right on the now crumpled bed and sheets, and noticed that that the other boy was looking fixedly with a thunderous expression over Remus’s shoulder. Remus turned slowly about, needing to know what was there, but also sure that he didn’t want to know what it was. He inhaled sharply. Severus Snape stood in the doorway with another Slytherin whom both Sirius and Remus recognised as Lucifer Ylland. The two Slytherins stood with their wands drawn, and Remus knew that neither himself nor Sirius would be able to retrieve their wands before something happened.

“Well, well. What a marvellous performance. Who would have thought? Black and Lupin, together, lovers. I wouldn’t bother Black, we’d hit you before you even got half way to your wand. Lucifer, would you hold him out of the way? Make sure he watches mind, and keep your wand on him.\"

Sirius was frozen mid reach for his wand, and he put up a valiant fight when Ylland grabbed him, but the brute of a Slytherin twisted his arm hard up behind his back, causing Sirius to gasp sharply in pain, and locked an arm over his chest so he couldn\'t move. Remus whirled about, fire flashing behind his normally calm amber eyes. He wasn’t given the time to dwell upon this, as Snape had soon pushed him to the ground. Normally Remus would have been miles above Snape in any battle, but Snape had his wand, and Remus was unarmed, so the odds were levelled at Snape’s advantage. Remus lay, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, he was sure that he knew what was coming. He heard another pain filled noise from Sirius, and glanced up to see that Ylland had forced his head round to make him watch. Tears burned the back of Remus’s eyes, but they never fell as Snape leaned in and kissed him roughly as he unfastened Remus’s robes, intent on doing the thing properly. Snape’s hands bruised the tender flesh of the slender frame of Remus Lupin’s youthful body, and a kiss was placed along his shoulder blade. Unable to fight back Remus just lay there, blank eye’s looking resolutely at Sirius. He had considered fighting Snape, but then he would just get stunned, and he knew Snape would get what he wanted anyway.

Except Snape never did get what he wanted. The strong voice of James Potter cut like a sword through the tense, horrid atmosphere in the shack, calling out ‘Expelleramus!” at Ylland, who hit the wall behind him with a dull thud. Sirius grabbed his wand in a quarter of a second and yelled ‘Petrificus Totalus!” At Snape, who snapped like a board and fell heavily at the side of Remus, who’s eye’s glittered once again with those unshed tears of pain and rage. Strong, gentile hands picked up his prone form, too shaken to react alone, and pulled him in close, fastening his robes, and placing his wand securely in his pockets. A soft kiss was placed shakily upon his brow, and he raised his eyes to Sirius, smiling vaguely.

James’s hand reached forwards to grab his other arm, and they hurriedly left the shack together, stumbling over the uneven tunnel floor, and falling out of the hidden entrance at the base of the willow into the pearly snow, still glimmering like diamonds in the sun lit sky. Hurriedly the three forms picked them selves up and moved swiftly across the grounds to a place just past the cabin where Hagrid now seemed to making breakfast, and collapsed against a tree, Sirius with a now pallid complexion, and Remus even more so. Now the tears fell unbidden down his slender face, hatred and anger mixed in those quiet golden eyes. Sirius placed a gentile arm about Remus’s shoulder, and Remus allowed himself to be drawn into Sirius’s strong embrace. Muffled words came from Remus, distorted by the now drying tears and also the close proximity of Sirius’s robes.

“It’s not like we can even tell anyone, not after that trick you played on him Sirius, and it would raise question about why we were in the Shack at all today.” Remus’s voice was hardly more than the snarl he would make as a wolf once a month.

“Not to mention the influence that Yllands father has” Sirius also sounded as though he’d like to go back now and kill both Snape and Ylland.

The fact that they could do nothing sunk its fangs bitterly into the trio in a gloomy silence.

Night fell heavy with snow clouds and fresh snow, and the great hall was filled with voices planning snowball fights and other winter related activities. Remus and Sirius made their way over to the Gryffindor table and sat side by side facing James and Peter, as they would do under any circumstances. Talking was made easier this way. The shock had worn off their features, and normal activities were gone through with ease, although they both remained a little jumpy, and they were both aware of the facessomesome of the girls admiring Sirius, as they always did. Sirius nodded slightly to James, they had spent all afternoon plotting how best to bring Snape down as they couldn’t al tal to any of the staff or authority people without getting themselves into trouble. Then they herd it, the sound Remus and Sirius and James had been listening for. Peter still refused to take part in anything that was involved with Sirius and Remus’s relationship. Snape entered the hall followed by a gang of Slytherins, Ylland among them.

“So I took him there. What could I do? Remus’s begging was so pathetic, I knew that I had to shut him up.”

Anger flared in many sets of eyes, but none so much as Remus’s and Sirius’s. Sirius gave Remus’s hand a squeeze under the table, and both rose, walking casually over to Snape.

“Bragging about your dreams again Snivillus?” Sirius made sure his his voice carried over the whole of the hall. “Only, we’re getting a little sick of hearing about your deluded fantasies.”

“Ahh, but this was no dream, was it Lupin. You should know Black, you saw it all”

Remus smiled benignly at Snape.

“It’s not made up.” The deep rumble of Ylland came from Snape’s right hand side. “I ensured that they weren’t interrupted.”

At this point James was supposed to join the conversation, but a Ravenclaw girl stood up, and Remus recognised her as the one Ylland had claimed to have slept with a few days ago after another of Snape’s little gang had been turned down by her.

“Yeah, and everyone knows that you’d say anything if the price was right.” There was a general mutter of consent to this.

Remus’s silken tones joined the verbal match.

“You could never have me Snivillus. I belong to some one else.”

The Remus did something no one expected, him possibly least of all, He leaned close to Sirius, one hand pulling Sirius’s waist closer, the other coming up to play with his hair. Their lips met in front of the whole school, and still Sirius had that sweet taste upon his lips, unique to him. Sirius allowed his hands to come to rest on Remus’s back, completing their circle, and returned the kiss to a violent round of applause, and also the snifflings of some of Sirius’s admirers. The break of the kiss was slow and gentile, both boys flushing slightly, and grinning despite themselves. They clasped hands, holding themselves close together and swept from the hall, applause still ringing in their ears, and with the look of pure shock on Snape’s face etched into their memories.

The dorms were cool and dark when the pair arrived, slivers of moonlight that had escaped the thick cloud occasionally lit slender rectangles on the floor. Their robes were pulled off and they crept into bed, pulling the covers up as if to ward off the world. They kissed good night with soft caresses of each other’s lips, but then Remus turned away from Sirius and lay curled up tightly on his side, something he had never once done. Almost hesitantly Sirius placed a hand upon Remus’s shoulder and although he flinched Remus turned towards Sirius. Moonlight sent wondrous sparkles into Sirius eyes, and Remus found himself held in a strong embrace. The tears that had threatened him throughout the day finally shed, causing rivulets of silver to run down his fine cheeks, unable to hold them in any longer. Sirius held him there, arms cradling his lover, healing Remus. Exhausted Remus fell asleep in the arms of Sirius Black, who kissed his forehead, and fell asleep with him.

Remus never knew that Sirius had cried when he had cried.

Remus never knew that he had healed Sirius, just as Sirius had healed him.

It was true, Love conquered all.