Caer Arianrhod

Title: Caer Arianrhod -- Edited and reposted
Author: Crystal Claire
Archive: If you want it (and I\'d be honored),
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Summary: Response to 2 SBRL List Challenges -- Mieko\'s Awkward Sex Challenge and Lassenia\'s One of the Boys is Heterosexual, They Have Sex and Decide They Like It challenge.
Spoilers: PoA, GoF, OotF but not really. I don\'t think you stumbled on
this by chance. If you\'re reading this, you are probably already
familiar with Sirius, Remus, etc.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The HP Universe characters belong only to JKR.
Warnings: Thinly disguised PWP, explicit m/m sex. Also, Sirius has a
bit of a potty mouth.
Dedications: To the angels who responded with the inspiring and
helpful feedback on my previous fan fiction stories. You can\'t
possibly know how much it means to me.
Feedback: please leave a review if you enjoyed this story.

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Caer Arianrhod

By Crystal Claire


It was a moonless autumn night as I bounded across Hogwarts\' grounds just for the sheer pleasure of it, kicking up fallen leaves beneath my paws. It was exhilarating even if Remus wasn‘t with me this night.

Normally, on the New Moon, Remus would be with me and we would walk the grounds. Since Dumbledore\'s split with the Ministry, there was nothing to prevent him from hiring Remus back. War was upon us, and parents, regardless of which side they believed in, knew that only at Hogwarts would they get the tools they needed to protect themselves. They wanted the best teachers for their children, and werewolf or not, Remus was one of the best.

I also lived at the school so that I could watch over Harry. Presumed dead, but secretly rescued from behind the veil, I roamed the halls and grounds in Padfoot form. The students, aside from Harry, Hermione and Ron, believed me to be Remus\'s familiar. I stayed in Remus\'s quarters, at night transfiguring the couch into a modest bed. During the day, he was busy with students and classes and I was often running errands or attending to Order business for Dumbledore.

But these strolls on the nights of the New Moon were our reprieve, and we rarely missed one. They reminded us of the time we spent together in school – four friends, the Marauders, carefree and full of life setting aside the cares of the day and sneaking out of the castle to unwind from a full load of classes and for a little bit of mischief. Our mischief-making days had long passed, but occasionally, Remus could be cajoled into indulging in a game of fetch, especially on these moonless nights.

But it was not to be tonight. Remus was tutoring Ron and Harry in Advanced Astronomy, and I was left to my own means, feeling just a little bit guilty. As Harry\'s godfather, I should be helping him, but Remus and I both knew that he had always been the better student and consequently, a great teacher. For me, classroom success had come easily, and that was a blessing. I had neither the patience nor motivation to study. Remus, on the other hand, loved to read,
loved to dig deeper into the subject matter, and he was bloody brilliant at helping a struggling Peter in his studies while I would throw up my hands in frustration and just give him a copy of my homework.

Remus and the boys were probably at the top of the tower tonight. The stars were extraordinarily bright because of the New Moon, but it was the Aurora Borealis dancing in the northern sky that made me come to a dead stop. The Aurora Borealis are known as Caer Arianrhod. This is the palace of the pagan goddess of the full moon and stars,
the Silver Wheel. She is the keeper of time and karma. Of course, Remus was probably explaining exactly that to Ron and Harry.

Feeling a bit lonely, I made my way back into the castle, wound through the corridors with the sole intent of kidnapping my friend and dragging him outside to share this beautiful night sky with me when I heard the quiet rustling further ahead in the corridor. I slowed to nearly a crawl and listened.

Two. One set of footsteps awkward and hesitant as they quietly approached. The other set was confident but cautious. A familiar scent tickled my canine nose, but I refrained from growling.

I peered around the corner though I knew without a doubt that Snape was one of the pair. I watched him in the flickering light of the torches walk down the corridor with his wand drawn and ready.

Before rounding the corner, I gave a soft, barely audible woof.

Snape, not even sparing a glare, motioned me away and continued his inspection of the corridor. I trotted forward, my nails clicking lightly on the stone. He gripped his wand tightly and swallowed a curse, but no longer shooed me away.

We heard the muttered curse before we saw the spell\'s caster. It was Draco Malfoy and his wand was aimed at Snape\'s chest. But the spell never found it’s intended target. Instead, it found me.

Or I found it.

I leapt in front of Snape, caught the curse full-on, and crashed in a furry heap at Snivellus’s feet. And whimpered.

“Imbecile.” Then a sigh. “Don’t move. Don’t change.” I glanced at Snape. Relaxed and unhurried, he squatted next to me as Malfoy stalked over.

Malfoy gave me a disparaging glance, before addressing Snape. “That would have hit you.”

Snape stood and turned on seventeen year old. “How fortunate for you it didn’t.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. Nor did I like the growing ache between my hindquarters. I was hard. Hard and throbbing. More disturbing though was a sickening urge to hump Snape’s leg. Or Malfoy’s. It didn’t matter.

As if reading my thoughts or perhaps it was the low keening sound, both took a step away from me.

I scrambled to my four paws and ran.

I tore through the corridors back to Remus\'s room, transfigured and locked myself in the bathroom.

Yep, it was still there in all its raging glory. I stripped out of
my robes and unfastened my trousers. I slipped a hand down into my
boxers and touched it.

A mistake.

I shuddered. And after the world righted itself, I dropped my trousers and boxers to my ankles, closed my eyes and slid down the door to the cool tile floor.

I spat into my hand, grabbed hold of my heavy, throbbing erection and tried to recall, but couldn’t, a time I had been this hard, this tightly strung.

I began stroking myself, and I felt as if my eyes had rolled back into my head. So good. So very good. I kept at it, wanting, pushing towards release. But it didn\'t come.

I thought for a moment that I might be doing something wrong. Granted, it had been a while. Again, I dug back into my memories, which are scattered and fragile at best, and tried to remember the best hand-job I ever received. And there it was. Or there she was. Fresh-faced and freckled Camilla Foster, seventh year. She would go up and roll her thumb over the tip, and back down. I mimicked the movement, and if I thought I was in heaven before – I was dead wrong. I almost didn\'t hear the knocking on the door.

It was Remus. \"Sirius, I think I know what you are doing in there and I must tell you to stop.\"

Bloody-fucking Hell. There was no way I was stopping. I kept quiet – biting my lower lip harshly to stifle a groan, and continued to stroke.

\"Sirius, this is dangerous. You must stop,\" Remus pleaded through the oak door, nearly causing me to laugh.

\"Remus, leave me alone. I am not going to go blind, and I won\'t grow hair on the palms of my hands.\"

I dimly heard Snape and Remus arguing, and then Snape casting \"Alohamora.\" The door sprung open, and I fell flat
on my back, my head at their feet. I think I could only have been more humiliated if Harry had been there.

\"What the fuck!\"

Remus tried his best to keep an impassive face, and I almost forgave him, but then I noticed he was staring at my predicament. Snape was worse.

\"Be careful, Lupin. He\'s armed,\" Snape warned, a smile – a goddamn smile tugging at his lips. But my fury was buried by a
landslide of mortification as I realized he was right. My hand was still wrapped around my cock, sliding up and down, almost if it had a will of its own. I let go and grabbed for my boxers and trousers.

Remus grabbed my shoulder. \"Don\'t.\"

\"Don\'t? Are you out of your mind? I think you\'ve gotten quite an eyeful already!\"

\"The friction from the cloth will only make it feel worse.\" I pulled up the boxers anyway and whimpered.

Why does Remus always have to be right?

Remus turned to Snape. \"Help me get him to my bed. I don\'t think he can walk on his own – especially with boxers on.\" Snape raised an eyebrow but complied. He was enjoying this show far too much to leave now – the snarky bastard.

They settled me gently on the bed, but the movement had indeed, aggravated my condition. My skin was crawling and it took every ounce of will for me not to return my hand to where it so desperately wanted to go.

\"Sirius, do you know what happened?\" Remus asked. He may have asked twice. I wasn\'t really paying attention. The fire at my groin was a bit distracting.

I tried to focus. \"Um, yes. Saw Snape in the hall. Malfoy – the little one – cast a curse at him. I jumped in front of it.\"

\"Really?\" Remus eyed Snape, speculatively. Snape in return looked a little uncomfortable. Obviously, Snape forgot to tell Remus that part. And as I was also a tad uncomfortable with that small detail, I couldn\'t say I blamed him.

\"Yeah, I wasn\'t thinking,\" I bit out.

Snape snorted. \"What a surprise,\" he drawled.

\"Why did Draco try to curse you?\" Remus asked, grabbing my wrist and setting my arm back on the soft blue comforter. He gave me a warning look. I growled.

Snape crossed his arms and leaned towards Remus. \"It was a drill, a practice.\" He looked down at me with those black, black eyes though they lacked their usual iciness. \"I would have deflected the curse, not thrown myself in front of it like a misguided martyr.\"

\"Don\'t worry, I won\'t make that mistake twice,\" I snapped back.

Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. \"Is there a counter spell?\"

\"No, not after it\'s hit its mark and taken affect.\"

\"A potion?\" Remus asked hopefully. I had my doubts as to whether or not Snape would fess up if there was one.

\"No, there is no potion that can reverse or lessen the symptoms. It\'s a particularly nasty spell.\"

This was too much. I was lying in Remus\'s bed with my boxers tented – thank goodness for the one button at the escape hatch – and two grown men discussing it like a potion gone wrong. \"It\'s a woody! Leave me alone for a few minutes and then I\'ll be right as rain.\"

\"It is not simply a woody. The curse gives the victim an erection, but release from that erection is … difficult.\"

Remus frowned. \"What do you mean? How difficult?\"

Snape droned on like he was in the midst of one of his lectures. \"Any form of stimulation applied to the organ will only result in further arousal and no climax.\"

\"It won\'t go away on it\'s own?\" Remus asked sounding more concerned than I felt. I was growing impatient. I just wanted to get on with it. I squirmed in the bed trying to find a position that was a little more comfortable. I snaked a hand downward. I no longer cared if they watched.

Without even blinking an eye, Snape slapped away my hand as it crept towards its desired destination. \"No.\" On both counts, I guessed. That got my attention.

\"Not even if I picture you naked?\" I snarled in retaliation.

\"No,\" Snape answered with his patented sneer.

\"Not even if I picture Dumbledore naked?\"

\"No, but I\'m glad I at least rate above Dumbledore.\"

\"Cold shower?\" Remus suggested. Snape shook his head.

Remus started pacing. \"So what exactly are you saying?\"

\"A hand job, a blow job, a nice hard fuck won\'t do anything. It will only make Black harder.\"

I threw my arm over my eyes. \"I\'m gonna die.\" I truly believed it. The wanting was unbearable.

\"You will not die, but it will become more painful, and,\" he paused for affect. \"If it goes on too long, the organ tissues may be damaged – leading to impotence.\"

\"I\'m gonna wished I had died!\"

\"Most likely, unless, of course, you can find someone to help you out,\" Snape answered, drawing out the last part.

I uncovered my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows. \"But you said that would only make it worse.\"

Snape looked to Remus. \"Do you want to explain it to our heterosexual colleague?\"

\"Remus?\" I\'d known since fifth year what Remus\'s preferences were in a partner, but I had never asked for details. Though come to think of it, as close as we were, he had never asked me for the gory details of my dalliances either. James and Peter, on the other hand, always interrogated me the morning after.

\"Right.\" Remus carefully sat down on the edge of the bed. \"Padfoot, the prostate gland, when stimulated properly can result in orgasm. Someone would have to …\" I watched him struggle for the right words, his hand resting on my shoulder.

\"To bugger you senseless,\" Snape supplied with a very uncharacteristic smirk.

\"You\'re kidding?\" That couldn\'t possibly mean what I thought it did. \"You mean you\'d have to fuck me up the arse?\"

Snape scoffed. \"I\'m grateful for your foolish attempt to save my life, but not that grateful. I hope you understand.\"

\"Uh, yeah.\"

\"I\'ll take my leave.\" He gave Remus a knowing look and swept out of the room.

Remus cast a locking and privacy spell. \"So what do you want to do about this?\"

Crawl in a hole and die. \"I don\'t know.\"

Remus picked at imaginary threads on the bedspread. \"I\'d be willing to help you out.\"

I was only seconds from screaming endlessly with frustration. \"If it’s the only way…”

His whole face lit up like a bloody Christmas tree. But it was the flicker of fire in those amber eyes, that made my stomach flip.

“But you have to promise not to enjoy it!\"

Slightly more subdued, Remus agreed, “I promise not to enjoy it.\"

The word LIAR rang loudly in my head, but I was desperate enough to let it pass. He’d pretend, and I’d pretend this never happened.

\"How do we start?\"

Remus leaned forward. \"I think I\'ll kiss you first if you don\'t mind.\" I nodded figuring he\'d have to get in the mood first,
but then I noticed with growing unease that the fabric of his trousers was pulled taut from his own erection.

Distracted, I was surprised when Remus\'s lips descended upon mine. They were firm and almost courteous. When he pulled away, eyebrow arched, he asked, \"Was that okay?\"

\"Um, that was fine. Thanks.\" I\'d expected it be bland, to have no spark. Maybe it was an effect of the spell, but an unexpected shiver of desire tingled at the base of my spine.

I like women. I love women. Only women.

\"Thanks?\" Remus queried after a small frown.

\"Remus –.\" My protest was covered and swallowed by his lips. He teased, nipped then went exploring.

I allowed. I joined. I almost forgot myself, but was pulled back abruptly when my tongue ran over a sharp canine -- not my own.

\"Remus, I don\'t know about this.\"

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my boxers and removed them carefully. Cheerfully. \"Don\'t worry, Siri. I\'ve done this once or twice before.\"

I could only watch as Remus licked his lips and slowly crawled up the bed, next to me. Through his trousers, his erection pressed into my hipbone. His head dipped to my neck. Tongue and teeth teased the sensitive flesh.

I moaned, and I could feel him grin. Or maybe I moaned because I felt him grin. Or maybe it was the finger that skated over my left nipple that caused me to moan.

He drifted over to my ear. “See, we don’t have to enjoy this at all. But…”

I licked my lips. “We agree this never happened?” I turned and we locked eyes. Desire tempered with -- I don’t know. And suddenly despite my predicament, I. Don’t. Know.

And it must have shown because before I can take it back, before I can pull away, Remus had an answer.

A hand, firm and warm, ran lightly down my side, and over my hipbone before settling over its destination.

“Yes!” I cried out as I arched off the bed.

“Yes,” Remus answered quietly as his fingers wrapped around my straining organ and looked upon me like I was his last meal.

Another kiss initiated. Caressing, searching, plundering. Halted.

Gasping for air, I watched as Remus rolled onto his knees.

With a smirk all he says is, “Padfoot style.”

I blinked -- maybe a couple of times -- before he coaxed me up onto my hands and knees.

Feelings of embarrassment faded quickly as he kneaded my ass with his hands and caused my heavy erection bob with the motion.

But not even that prepared me for the slick feeling of his tongue running over my anus.

\"Nauuh!\" I pulled away and flipped over on my back. \"No, no, no! Not even Padfoot gets to do that!\"

\"It\'s okay, Siri. You taste good.\"

I rolled my eyes and said it aloud this time, “Liar.”

\"Fine. No one\'s going to put their tongue where you don\'t want it, okay?\"

\"Okay,\" I answered sounding like a petulant child even to my own ears. I crawled back up onto my knees but was still plagued by unwanted thoughts as Remus snatched a tube of lube from the bedside table.

There is no delicate way to put this… what I\'ve always wondered about anal sex is, how does one know they won\'t be … packing fudge? It was a sobering thought and despite my rigid, almost painful erection, I again tried to move away from Remus. He tightened his grip on my hips.

\"But what if –,\" I protested weakly as one well lubed finger slid inside of me. It wasn\'t painful. On the contrary, it felt amazing. And that did it. If he wasn\'t going to be bothered with \"what ifs\" then neither was I. I stopped trying to pull away and let him continue his ministrations. He added the second finger and I mumbled something even I didn\'t understand. I clenched and pulled at the sheets as he began twisting his fingers and moving in and out at a steady rhythm.

\"God, Remus,\" I whispered as I desperately sought an end to the agony.

After a torturous eternity, Remus gently removed his fingers. “This isn’t enough.”

The mattress shifted. Biting back a sob, I scrumptiously wiped the tears from my eyes before hazarding a glance at Remus.

He was undressing quietly, eyes cast down at the floor. I turned away as he stepped out of his last item of clothing, plaid boxers.

The bed dipped again. The cap of the lube snapped open. He maneuvered behind me.

“I --,” Remus began.

“Please.”

“Relax,” Remus said, relief coloring his voice. “We’ll go slowly.”

Right. Relax. Easy. There wasn’t anything to be afraid of. He knew what he was doing. He was just a friend helping out another friend. It didn’t matter I’d known him most of my life. It didn’t matter that he was the only friend I had left. Right. Easy. Relax.

But I couldn’t.

I felt the tip of his cock press against me, and I jumped.

“You have to relax. It’ll be okay.”

I thought, will it? I don’t know.

Even though my body was on fire and burning for release, even though I was with someone I trusted with my life, I suddenly felt like…a virgin.

I gave a bitter laugh at the thought, and I felt Remus shift on the bed behind me.

I had never been the innocent, not even when I was a virgin.

In my third year, I accepted an invitation from a girl whose name I can’t remember, to meet her by the lake. She was three years my senior and her intent was clear. And like that, it was gone, given up, taken from me, without so much as an afterthought on my part.

Then I became the one who took and there were many.

“Siri?”

I shuddered and felt the goose bumps rise all over my skin. My stomach clenched. I felt like I was leaning over the edge of an abyss.

I closed my eyes and sent a silent apology to every one of the girls I pushed to this place before they were ready.

\"Should we stop?\"

\"No, Remus.\" I pushed back against him.

\"Are you sure?\" I could hear the doubt and desperation interlaced in his voice.

\"More than sure.\" My voice trembled. \"If you don\'t fuck me now, I swear I will finally go mad.\"

He rubbed the small of my back as he slowly entered.

I bit my lip and groaned. It hurt. It hurt a lot – more than my throbbing erection, and I could barely restrain myself from sending an unsuspecting Remus flying across the room.

\"Shh. It\'s okay. It\'ll pass,\" he murmured as he waited patiently. And the pain did finally ebb away. At my nod, he began to gently move within me.

Then it was bliss. Remus moved against me, inside of me, rubbing that amazing gland I had no idea existed before. White hot sparks shot in front of my eyes. He held unto me tightly. He claimed me, and did his best to please me.

He gently kissed my shoulder and released a shuddering breath.

I exploded and promptly passed out.

Some time later, I woke with Remus curled around me.

\"Moony?\"

\"Yes, Padfoot?\" Remus mumbled against my neck.

“Would it be okay if we tried this again?”

Remus\'s body stiffened in alarm. \"Now? I thought you came?\"

\"Mmm, yes, I did thank you very much. Maybe later though?\"

I felt him relax and smile against my neck. \"Sure.\"

\"One more thing, Moony.\"

\"Hmm?\"

\"Did you see the Aurora Borealis tonight?\"

\"Yes, I did. And I think Arianrhod was working overtime tonight.\"


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