Mindlessness

Mindlessness


By Suki Itachi

A/n: Just to warn ya, I\'ve never done anything like this before, and I\'m kind of new to the shippy, so, I hope I do a good job on this... I apologize about the spelling errors... I\'m not sure I\'m good at Sex Scenes... so sorry guys! I\'m gonna try to have a slight plot for this one-shot so its not BAM! the two get laid... ^^

Also, I ain’t no guy, so… yeah… ^^¿ hee, hee…

Sorry if its confusing and no good!!! -_-


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/blah/ means emphasis on words and the wolf part in Remus…

~~blah~~ Is Remus’ normal thoughts….

“blah” is speaking….

^blah^ emphasizes in the wolf’s part…


(Normal Point of View, with Harry)

Harry was bored. Not \'Oh there\'s nothing left to do today\' bored, but \'Gods I\'m gonna die!\' bored. There /was/ a difference... It was just hard to find.

He had just turned sixteen two days ago and was spending the time at Sirius\' old house, Grimmuald Place, and the only other inhabitant of the place, besides Mrs. Black, was Moony. The Weasley\'s the year prior had stayed and helped with the renovation of the place, but this year were out of the country, supposedly for a family vacation, but it was a mission to get more help overseas for the Order.

At first Harry was to stay at the Dursley\'s but not even a month into the summer, thee had been attacks very close to where he was living, and Dumbledore had thought it best to take him out of the Dursley\'s care. Moony, who had already lost the rest of the Marauder\'s (Wormtail was seen as \'Dead\' anyways), was not ready to part with \'Prongs Jr.\'

And this suited him perfectly. He had gotten his homework completed within two weeks, and had decided to start his studying for next year. He had even thought of continuing the DA. And this is where he was at the moment...

He was tired of reading up on Defence and just wanted something else to do now. Who knew that studying your favourite class during the summer could make the subject as dry as Professor Binns History lessons?

Getting up from the comfortable armchair he had sitting in, he made his way to the Black Library, idly wondering where Moony was.

\"Hello, Harry.\" A voice suddenly said when he had paused to open the door to the library. He jumped, surprised, and swung around, wand in hand (though it wasn\'t like he would be able to do a spell) and pointed it at--

\"Moony! Oh, Moony, you surprised me!\" Harry said, slightly breathless at the sudden appearance of the man in his thoughts. He had begun calling Remus \'Moony\' after the man had out-right ordered him to stop calling him that. The older Werewolf looked at the short sixteen year old slightly unsettling-like before Harry suddenly got a slight chill.

Moony was in slightly shabby Muggles trousers and a long-sleeved shirt. But that didn\'t hide his obvious muscles. And his eyes, usually a warm amber-brown colour, were now a kind of swirling golden colour, and there was something in them as he looked at Harry, though he didn\'t know what...

(First Person Point of View, with Remus)

I look at Harry as he tries to calm down from my sudden appearance. Ever since last year, he\'s been very jumpy. /Which makes it all the more fun a game/, my wolf part growls at me.

He hasn\'t grown to be as tall as his father, which must drive him crazy, but he is a nice 5\'6\", the same height as his mother. He, if I ever took him into my arms, would fit perfectly under my chin. And he has her eyes, nose, and bone-features. Everything else was James\'. He was lightly toned in muscles and was nicely tanned. The wolf part of me groans at the taking in of the child’s features.

/We must have him./

I try to ignore that voice in me, knowing it was wrong, that Harry was not ready for something like that and that he would fear him after anything. But another part is telling me to shut up. I’m not sure if I should listen to them….

\"Harry... I was wondering if you would help me with one of--\" I pause here, because a wave of pain hits me, but continue when I notice worry start to flash in Harry\'s emerald eyes. \"I mean, would you help me with Sirius\' room?\" I ask. I wait foe his answer, not sure if I want to do this or not.

Just when I\'m about to say never mind, he agrees. I smile warmly at him, and he starts to the stairs, me behind him, following him as he makes his way up to the landing with Sirius\' room on it.

/The perfect place to be/ the wolf in my growls.

I have to agree with him; he sure knows beauty when he sees it...


(Normal Point of View, with Harry)

He got to the part with Sirius\' room on it and went towards it, not very sure he was ready to do this, but it was obvious that Remus needed some form of companionship while doing this. He went right in, not waiting for Remus, knowing that he was right behind him.

For some reason this thought brought a shiver to him. He didn’t understand it though, so he shook it off. He noticed, when entering, that it was like Sirius had never left. Some closes were strewn on the floor, the bed messily made, like he would crawl into it soon tonight. He bent down to pick up a pair of pants, and heard a slightly muffled groan from the doorway. He turned around, worried.

\"Are you okay Moony?\" he asked, but noticed Remus was looking at him with that same look in his eyes. His eyes were a swirling, dark golden colour. A slight flush rose to his face, and he didn\'t know why, but it felt a little hotter in here all of a sudden.

\"Sir?\" He reverted back to calling him \'sir\' like he was a Professor again. Remus came closer to him, raised a hand and softly touched one side of his face.

\"Do you want to play a game Harry?\" He said in a low voice, touching his thumb to Harry\'s now slightly parted lips.

\"A-a game? Like what?\" Harry said a little shakily. The look Remus sent him was like nothing he had ever seen sent to him before. It made him warm, and his pants felt a little too tight down /there/.

Remus grinned, showing just so slightly sharpened canines, showing that, though it wasn\'t night yet, the werewolf was ready to come out.

\"A... /hunting/ game... You--\" he captured Harry\'s chin, lifting it slightly so he could look at those delightfully pared, slightly red lips, \"can be the /prey/--\" he dipped his head, bringing Harry flush against his front, \"and I can... be the hunter...\" He finished the sentence with pressing his lower region to Harry\'s stomach and capturing those lips.

Harry let out a breath he hadn\'t known he was holding, opening his lips more and Remus nipped his bottom lip before slipping his tongue into the cavern, inviting Harry\'s tongue to join the battle of tongues. Harry tentatively joined in, not sure what to do, and closed his eyes as hands began to explore his chest, slipping under a shirt to lightly run across his flat stomach, up, up to a hard nipple.

The hand lightly flicked the nipple and Harry moaned into the mouth and rapped his arms around Remus\' neck as he ground into Harry. The hand soon pinched the other nipple into hardening as well.

The two separated, gasping for breath. Harry\'s eyes were clouded with lust, turning a forest green in desire.

\"Ready to play, Cub?\" Remus said in a husky voice, calling him a nickname he had called him when he was a baby. Harry grinned before rushing off down the stairs. Remus gave him a ten second lead before, with werewolf speed, raced after him, following the trailing scent of arousal.

(First Person Point of View, with Remus)

/Catch him! Make him ^ours^ now!/ the wolf snarls in my head.

~~I am!~~ I snarl back at the wolf.

I am now at the first floor, sniffing the air quickly, turning here and there, before going left, towards the study, sure that /that/ was where he was. I get into the study, not seeing him, but that doesn’t fool me. It’s too difficult for Harry to fool my old nose. I walk towards one of the couches, knowing the Harry is just behind it…

“Come on out my Cub… I can smell you over there.” I call over with a slight growl. He is undecided if I’m just joking to flush him out, or serious. And that’s what got him captured. Using my speed, I am able to grab him before he makes a break for it. He squeaks in surprise as I grab him from behind, pressing myself against his bottom, knowing he can feel me. He moans and tilts his head, giving my mouth space to latch onto his beautiful neck and /suck/.

“Moo-nnyy!” He moans softly as I nibble where his pulse is beating rapidly as I slowly trail wet kisses along his neck, making sure to lick at certain places. I slip my hand into his shirt again, but instead of playing I pull it up, break away from his neck, and pull it over his head, happy to see his chest and begin to tweak his nipples tortuously. He groans hard as I begin my biting and kisses again along his neck, making sure that everyone, tomorrow, will know that this boy is mine!

/^Ours^, you mean…/ the wolf growls possessively in my head. I quickly agree.

I Soon decide that I am overdressed and pull off my own shirt and pull Harry up and over the back of the couch and makes sure he is under me when we are laying down. I trail kisses down his back making my way to the waistline of his trousers. Finding that I don’t like it in my way, they are easily dealt with. Harry is now just in his boxers and I flip the moaning boy over to get a look at him.

Light dusting of hair is like an arrow pointing down that is hidden by his black boxers and they are discarded quickly leaving him naked for my eyes to take in. He looks up at me shyly, and I don’t need to take a sniff to know he’s never done this before.

(Normal point of View, with Harry)

Remus looked at Harry as Harry shifted uncomfortably at the long stare. Then Remus leaned down and started kissing around Harry’s navel, dipping a tongue into the indent of his belly, and trailing lower, skirting the place Harry desperately needed to be touched. He kissed his inner thighs and nipped once or twice near the boys’ shaft. Groaning impatiently at the one place he wanted attention on being ignored, Harry writhed, moving his head back and forth at the wonderful things happening to his body. He had never thought¾

Remus suddenly licked his shafts’ slit, and Harry cried out.

“Uhh… M’ny! Now! I--ah! I want /more/. Please…” Harry whimpered. Remus kissed the inside of a thigh before shifting up and laying on top of Harry, using an arm to hold up his weigh not to crush Harry until he was comfortable, and started kissing Harry’s nipples again and Harry groaned as they were nipped and licked. Then suddenly a finger was /inside/ him and he jumped, his hole trying to keep the intrusion /out/.

“No… shhh…. It’s okay. ‘Ve got to get you prepared… Relax.” Remus muttered in his ear, before continuing his ministrations to Harry’s nipples, not penetrating him at all.

Once Harry was pleasantly distracted, Remus tried again, sticking a finger in to the knuckle repeatedly, until Harry got used to the movement and started to slightly meet with his finger with a thrust of his own. Then Remus added another finger, carrying out a scissoring motion, to stretch the boy, and Harry moaned at the action.

When Remus had added another finger, Harry was sobbing in pleasure as Remus bit his chest, then licked in soothing actions with his tongue while his other hand started to lightly run his fingers along Harry’s shaft and lightly tease his sac.

“More! More; please Moony!” Harry begged loudly. Remus groaned, unable to ignore his and his lover’s wants any longer. Lifting himself, he grabbed Harry’s legs and had them over his shoulders so that his shaft lined with Harry’s puckered hole and /pushed/ in, capturing Harry’s mouth to catch the slight, hoarse cry from the boy as he was entered, fully, for the first time. He stopped, waiting for the boy to get used to the intrusion.

When Harry moved slightly to give permission to continue, Remus pulled out slightly before entering again slowly until he was sure that Harry was used to his size. When Harry whimpered and thrust to meet him demandingly, Remus pulled out almost all the way and entered harder, moaning when Harry cried out, half in pleasure and half in pain. He continued to enter, trying to go deeper as Harry cried out after each entrance, thrusting up to meet them and whimpering with each exit.

Harry lay under him, sweat starting to form, lifting his hips to meet thrust after thrust, whimpering, moaning, and groaning, biting his lip and eyes closed. “More! Harder! Moony! Harder!” He cried out. And so Remus did.

Pulling out, almost all the way out, he /slammed/ back into Harry, and Harry cried out, but met him thrust for thrust, and Remus pounded into that gorgeous body, slamming into him, shifting every now and then when he suddenly hit /something/ that made Harry howl out in ecstasy. Remus continued to aim for that one spot and Harry howl each time.

“Fuck! Oh Gods!” Harry shouted when suddenly Remus exited him, lifted him up, flipped him onto his stomach put an arm under him and lifted his bottom into the air before slamming into him from behind. He threw his head back from the different angle, shouting out as Remus placed his hands on either side of Harry’s hips and pounded him, entering until he was filling Harry all the way to his sac.

He bit Harry’s shoulder blades as he pounded him, flesh slapping against flesh repeating out loud “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” with every thrust. Harry continuously tightened his insides as Remus entered him, stretching him over and over again and building his pleasure and heating his insides like a fire.

Suddenly Harry cried out as he felt his sac tighten before letting go and coming, his arms, which had been holding him up, let him fall to the cushiony couch as Remus continued to pound into him until, finally, he too came deep inside Harry, before falling down on top of Harry.

For a while, all that was heard in the room was their heavy breathing, neither moved.

“So, what’s to happen now?” Harry asked finally, in a quiet voice, unlike the one he had been using earlier. Remus lifted himself off of the boy. He looked at the boy.

“What do you /want/ to happen?” Remus asked in his own quiet voice, while the wolf inside him was growling, telling him to repeat their earlier actions, or to complete the claim, at least. Harry looked down.

“Well… is there a chance there will be a repeat of this, or is this just, you know… A one-time thing?” Harry asked. Hope welled up inside him. Harry wasn’t frightened, or anger at him! He hadn’t minded.

“Of course not! If you want, it could be a one-time ting, but if…” here Remus paused, “more,” he finally finished, “well, then, I haven’t any problems with it…” He was answered when the still naked Harry jumped onto him, kissing him for all that he was worth.

END!


Well, that didn’t go so well… Now we all see why Suki doesn’t write sex scenes! ^^ Oh well, I’ve always wanted to do this kind of fic, but now that I’ve done it, I’m afraid of what you all will say! -_-¿ *sigh* Oh well…

Suki Itachi!!