Confessions of a teenage Werewolf

Pairing: Sirius/Remus/James
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.


“When dealing with werewolves, one must always be on their guard. A werewolf’s mind is a savage, untamed place with no traces of humanity, and thus extremely dangerous for even the most powerful of wizards. This author suggests keeping as much distance between yourself and the creature, and brush up on those stunners!” Sirius snorted and chucked this month’s copy of Defense and Dark Forces clear across the room. Peter had to duck or risk a magazine to the head. “I mean, can you bloody believe them?!”

James crawled across his bed and reached for the discarded magazine, picking it up and flipping to the article. “Carolina Debinarse and the full moon exclusive. The secret lives of werewolves revealed.”

Sirius snorted again, pushing himself up. “I’ll bet the bint’s never even been in the same bloody country as a werewolf.”

“Technically, Sirius-” began Peter, but stopped at the glare quickly turned on him. He sighed and went back to his Potions homework. Really, Padfoot got all worked up at the drop of a hat. Lightswitch emotions, Lily had said. Whatever the hell that meant.

While Sirius seethed, James read the article, glasses braced low on his nose. Peter watched through covert sideways glances and from under pale eyelashes. Neither Prongs nor Padfoot noticed. Which was good, because Peter liked looking at them, and really didn’t want them to notice and get on his case about it. He’d never live it down.

Remus came in not long after, and James slipped the magazine under his transfigurations text. Their friend sighed heavily and flopped into his bed, bookbag scattering its contents along the floor. Remus didn’t seem to notice.

“Something wrong, Moony?” asked Peter.

Remus gave a muffled sort of groan.

“Pardon?” said James, sitting up. Sirius had already gotten up, and was draping himself at Remus’ side. He pressed a hand to Remus’ back and rubbed gently. Remus lifted his head. “Have you seen the post?”

Peter watched the discussion of Sirius and James’ eyes, before Sirius patted Remus on the back. “Nope.”

“Sorry, mate,” added James.

“It’s alright,” replied Remus, propping himself up. Sirius leaned back. “I’ve already seen it.” He sighed. “I just wanted to know if you…”

His friends blinked, Remus was being standoffish, shy. He sat up and pressed his back against the headboard. “I wondered if you’d….if you’d read it…and….”

“And?” replied Sirius and James, nearly in unison.

Remus shrugged.

There was more communication there. Peter knew he wasn’t the only one to envy it. James stood and went to the bed, budging Remus over to sandwich him between himself and Padfoot. Remus hunched over and Peter cocked his head.

“Remus, is there something you want to talk to us about?”

Remus stared at his hands.

“We don’t give a bloody damn what the article says, Moony,” said Sirius, brusquely. “Do we Prongs?”

“Not one bit. Wormtail?”

“Erm…no.”

Remus looked up at him, and Peter felt himself flush. He got up and gestured at the door. “Why don’t I go down and nix us something from the kitchens? Chocolate, Remus?”

He sighed and looked back down. Peter looked to James nervously. He nodded. Peter hurried to the door, catching a glimpse of Sirius and James embracing Remus, and feeling a shiver up his spine, scurried out.

Remus didn’t know how to feel, between them. Their arms warm about him, hands stroking. Over his hair, his arm, his thigh…So warm…They kept at it for a while, until they felt him relax. One of them – James he thought – guided him back into the bed, hair splaying across his pillow. Sirius leaned over him, and much to Remus’ shock, leaned in and kissed him gently.

“We don’t care what some two knut reporter has to say about werewolves,” he said, stroking Remus’ chest. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She doesn’t know a werewolf, she’s never met one. It’s all publicity.”

“Yea,” added James. “She’s been after the Wadagins Writing Award for ages, hasn’t she Pads?”

“Oh yea. She wouldn’t know a werewolf if one walked up to her and bit her in the-”

“Sirius!” Remus chided with a chuckle.

“Well, it’s true,” he replied with a shrug.

James settled on his side, tracking the tips of his fingers over Remus’ abdomen. It was such an innocent touch, that it wasn’t innocent at all. Remus sighed. “Well, if she’s making it up, she’s got a good imagination.”

“You’re kidding,” said James.

“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “She got some things right.”

“Like what?” demanded Sirius.

Remus gestured at the magazine, and James went to retrieve it. Remus sat up, brushing back his hair – he really needed to cut it – and took the magazine, flipping through it deftly. His mates bowed their heads over his shoulders on either side.

“Deathly allergic to chocolate. We’ll we know that isn’t true.”

Remus smiled, and James cuffed Sirius across the back of the head.

“Incapable of transforming without the aide of a full moon,” read James. “Well, everyone knows that.”

“Inexplicably sexually attractive. Yep.”

Remus flushed slightly.

“Wild bedmates.”

Remus’ face burned, as they both looked to him for confirmation. “Moving on!”

“Gender non applicable.”

“What’s that, boys and girls, eh?” asked Sirius.

“I think so,” said James, leaning closer.

“You like blokes then, Moony?”

“Moving on.”

“Wait, you said some of these were right.”

“I-”

“Well, how are we supposed to know what’s right and wrong, if we keep ‘moving on’?”

“Sirius-”

“Oral cavity ever laced with blood remains.”

“Hold on-”

“I dunno. I dunno if we can trust you to answer these for us, Moony.”

Remus flinched, as if he’d been struck. “I am a werewolf, but fine.” He moved to get up. “If you don’t want me to-Mmmm…” Fingers twining in dark hair, Remus moaned deeply at the feel of Sirius’ tongue probing his mouth. The Animagus left no spot unexplored, and by the time he pulled away, Remus fully believed he’d sucked his lungs clear from his chest. “I don’t know Prongs…” he said, voice heavy and thick with lust. He was panting hard, eyes locked on Remus in a way that made the younger boy writhe. “I didn’t taste any blood.”

“Didn’t you?” replied James, and Remus turned to see James was just as aroused, if not a bit more so, at having watched Sirius try to smother him with his mouth. “I think I’ll have to see for myself, thank you.” Remus groaned, mouth opening before James even reached it. James was just as good a kisser, and just as thorough in his search. But where Sirius was raw and passionate, James was restrained and finessed. Even so, Remus swore he was going to die from the intensity of it.

“Let’s see…Primal in their understanding.”

It took Remus a full two minutes to realize Sirius had been reading from the article again, but by the time the information processed, the pair had managed to relieve him of all his clothing from the waist down. His robes and shirt pushed open, tie pushed aside, brushing his cheek. Sirius leaned down to lick his erection, James lapping at his nipple, and Remus arched wantonly.

Between them, they managed to suck, lick, kiss and caress the entirety of his exposed skin. Remus’ head buzzed with arousal, the entire world gone away, reality tipped sideways. And he had only his best mates to cling to.

“Submissive.”

Remus cried out as James straddled him - noting the skin that slid against his own – and used his tie to secure Remus to the bedpost. The young were was completely aware that nothing he was saying was in any way coherent. Most especially when Sirius slid up behind James, taking off his glasses and sliding his open palm down his best mate’s chest.

James arched, gasping softly, and dropping a messy head against Sirius’ shoulder. Remus moaned and tugged at his bindings, as Sirius’ hand wrapped about James, thumbing the head of his cock in agonizingly slow circles. James’ hips jerked, but he was obviously trying to keep still. He moaned, and rubbed both hands over Sirius’ thighs, before reaching down to run them over Remus’ body. Remus bucked, wanting to beg, and just barely keeping it in.

“Are you wild, Remus?” Sirius husked. Remus managed to set hazy eyes on him, before he bit down on James’ neck. James groaned, and Remus struggled beneath them. “Would you show us, Moony?”

He pushed against James, and the slimmer athlete crumbled, just catching himself short of a chin to Remus’ navel. “Or should I fuck James right here and see what happens?”

Remus growled softly as James gasped something a kin to ‘Yes, please.’

Sirius smirked and disappeared behind James, and it didn’t take a Clairvoyant to know what he was doing; James suddenly crying out, head flying back, body rooting to the spot.

“Oh fuck….Sirius…yes….”

Remus tried again, tugging hard at his bindings, but they wouldn’t pull free.

James began to rock, moaning in a variety of pretty tones, and so close to the ragging pulse between Remus’ legs, that he wanted to cry. “Fuck…” he complained, tugging hard. “Somebody do something!!”

They hadn’t seemed to hear him.

“James, please!”

He bucked beneath him, and James gave a shudder. He was pushed closer, close enough to grind against. Hips crashed together, and Sirius reappeared, wiping at his mouth. He leaned back, adjusting his weight, and managed to add his own need to the train wreck being wrought of the moment. James pushed back. Remus shoved upwards. Sirius cursed harshly.

The next thing either boy knew, they were on their backs, blinking up at Remus, whose eyes were flashing wildly. Sirius said something that sort of sounded like ‘Fuck yes’ and James groaned, arching. Remus pressed his palms to their abdomens, and they wiggled, but were unable to free themselves, not that they were truly trying.

“That thing, she said about Submission,” Remus said, with a rumble of a growl. “So fucking wrong.”

Sirius gasped, and James whimpered in need.

Peter readjusted the many snacks in his arms and managed to reach the doorknob. He twisted it and wedged the door open with his foot, kicking it open. The snacks tumbled to the floor with loud thuds, and harsh rolls. But no sound was stronger than the beat of his heart in his ears.

“Wotcher Peter!”

He swallowed thickly, arms limp at his sides.

“Close the door, Pete.”

He blinked.

Remus got up, very naked, and very…covered in…Peter froze, as the taller boy stepped close. He reached over Peter’s shoulder, closing and locking the door. Then he smiled, very Remus like, and not whatever the hell had been staring him down when he’d first walked in. He patted him on the head affectionately and went to put on his robes.

He slipped them on easily, and smiled again, tugging them closed, before moving to flop unto James’ bed. James, Peter noticed, and Sirius, despite cheery greetings, looked like vampire victims. Flopped across Remus’ bed, naked and slick with body fluids Peter didn’t even need to guess at, and sporting bruises, bites, and cloth burns.

“Here it is,” said Remus cheerily. He had a book in his lap, James’ charms book apparently. Reaching for the other’s wand, he pointed and recited, and the marks went away. “Much better, yea?”

“What-?” Peter finally managed, as Sirius and James pushed themselves up. James inspected his wrists, rubbing experimentally, and Sirius scrubbed at the back of his neck with one hand.

“Remus was just showing us that that article wasn’t all made up.”

“Nine out of fifteen isn’t bad.”

“Yea, lucky guess, huh?”

Peter couldn’t believe what was happening, and for his own sanity, retreated to his bed, and pulled up his potions textbook, propping it up against his knees and hiding behind it.

“Hey Prongs,” came Sirius’ voice, followed by the sound of slapping skin. Peter pulled himself into a tighter ball. “What ‘d y’ say we go check the library? I have a feeling we’ll find something real interesting on werewolves for Moony to confirm or deny.”

He couldn’t see it, but Peter knew James was grinning widely. “Yea, we might find some in the restricted section.” The sounds of sheets shifting and a bed creaking. “You coming, Moony?”

Remus just laughed.