Good Morning

Good Morning

The cold December sun rose to winds howling, as if in response to the howls of the night before. A smattering a snow fell off the roof of the Shrieking Shack. The snow was whipped against a window pane where inside two figures lay.

The thick winter coats of the canines that lay snuggled together, breathing in unison, blended seamlessly from the grey wolf to the black dog. As the very first ray of sun kissed the pair, a scarred thin lupine young man shivered and exhaled a visible puff of air onto the dog.

Remus opened his eyes to the cold, the pain, and the familiar warmth of Padfoot curled about his angular body. He smiled, and then winced, tasting blood from the corner of his lip. Placing an icy hand on the dogs’ head, he whispered, “Morning, Padfoot.”
The canines’ ears shifted towards the noise, his brown eyes opened, and with a small flick of his tail, laid a slobbering lick and Remus’ chin. Suddenly the lick became an unshaven nuzzling kiss from Sirius, still wrapped around Remus.

“Mornin’ Moony” mumbled Sirius into his neck, just below the ear.
Remus shivered, not entirely from the cold. “Damn, it’s cold” cursed Sirius, noticing the rest of the world for the first time.

Sirius untangled himself from Remus and padded over to the cold hearth where he pulled his wand out of his trouser pocket and ordered, “Incendio” creating a burst of flame and heat.

Remus, curling on the tattered rug, now colder without his lovers embrace, took inventory of his new cuts and bruises from last night’s transformation. With a sharp intake of breath, his fingers made contact with a gash deep into his pectoral muscle near his right collar bone.

At the sound of pain from his loved one, Sirius looked back in sympathy across the few feet that separated the two and marveled at how much he missed touching and comforting his mate even after a few seconds. “Let me get the skin cream Madam Pomfrey gave you, and I’ll help you bandage those.” He said to Lupin who nodded while feeling a smaller cut on his thigh.

While Sirius went to the locked closet that the wolf couldn’t get into, Remus surveyed the small, tattered, clawed, and chewed up bedroom that had been his sanctuary for seven years now. His eyes lingered over Sirius’ shirtless back with his black locks touching his toned shoulders.

Standing in the door of the closet, Sirius gathered up the bundle from Pomfrey and an EverWarm blanket and a small folded stack of Remus’ clothes. Sirius was glad that he, an animagus, was able to transform in his clothes. He was also secretly glaad that Remus, a werewolf, was naked every morning after transformation. After placing the clothes and first aid on the chest at the foot of the bed, Sirius gathered Remus up into an embrace with the EverWarm blanket.

Remus happily leaned into Sirius, being very gentle with his sore leg. Their sleep swollen hands clung to each others bare chests and waists. Their bare feet stumbling, the blanketed bundle of two still groggy boys limped into the tattered bed where Remus sat against the headboard while Sirius arranged the pillows and blanket around his wounded friend.

“Are there any other cuts besides those two?” inquired Sirius, leaning back to pick up the healing potion and bandages.

“No, it was a calm night,” answered Remus, “thanks to you.” For a long moment they looked into each others eyes, both grateful for the other’s love.

As Remus felt Sirius’ calloused but gentle fingers against his chest, he closed his eyes against the tingling hot/cold of healing pain from the potion. When Sirius pressed the self-stick cloth bandage against his skin, Remus opened his eyes to find his own face reflected in the dark brown swirls of inquiring compassionate eyes. His stomach flipped with excitement and his first fully awake thought of the day was to pounce on Sirius and pull his trousers off. Always restraining the wolf within, instead Remus pulled himself closer to Sirius, wrapping his legs and arms around him and touching their naked torsos together from navel to shoulder.

Sirius saw the amber flash of lupine lust directed at him and he grabbed hungrily at Lupin, dragging his fingers down the scarred back to the naked tush in his lap. When Remus moaned in response, he deliberately misinterpreted it as pain from his yet untended cut. After taking a dab of potion Sirius closed the lid tight, knowing the jar would be tossed from the bed soon.

“Sssss! Ow!” hissed Remus as Sirius daubed potion on his thigh. But Sirius only chuckled as he applied the bandage to Remus’ thigh, when he “accidentally” brushed his hand against Remus’ penis. This had the desired effect and Remus moaned as Sirius began caressing his shaft. As Remus’ breath quickened, Sirius sped his deft hand up and down until Remus was fully hard and Sirius’ own arousal was pressing against his trousers. Sirius gently pushed Remus until he lay on the bed, the blanket falling off his heaving shoulders while Sirius shimmied out of his pants. Both bodies now completely naked, the fire in the hearth wasn’t the only thing making them warm on this cold morning. Sirius rifled through Remus’ pile of clothes and found a condom in his lovers robes.

Whimpering and squirming with anticipation, Remus felt Sirius’ paws unrolling the condom onto Remus’ quivering erection. Remus ran his hands over Sirius’ muscular back as Sirius straddled him while softly kissing him. At a fresh taste of blood, Sirius pulled away, beginning to ask,”Does this hurt?” In response, Remus grabbed Sirius’ luxurious hair at the nape of the neck and pulled him into a long deep kiss. Tongue caressing tongue for the first time today, Remus moaned and felt Sirius’ passionate erection against his belly. With his fingers tightly woven into Sirius’ hair and thumbs caressing his jaw, Remus sat with Sirius on his lap. Leaving a trail of kisses and nips, Remus worked his way towards Sirius’ pecks, finally able to nibble on his nipple. At Sirius’ shiver, Remus was suddenly unable to control his need to be inside his lover, Remus dragged his hands down Sirius’ sides, seized his hips, and guided himself into the soft, supple warmth that was at the same time familiar and erotic to him. Remus groaned with pleasure as Sirius arched his back.

“Re- uuughhhh” was all that Sirius was able to say when he was suddenly taken with passion and leaned back into Remus’ thrusting. Pressing, pulling, and pushing rhythmically Sirius guided Remus’ throbbing so it massaged his sensitive manhood.

The jar of skin cream bounced off the bed and clattered to the ground unnoticed.

Enveloped in pleasure Remus began kneading Sirius’ stiffness with his long dexterous fingers, stroking the head for a time before exploring the shaft and lightly tugging his balls. Suddenly Remus was incapacitated as his body went taut with his own bliss as he came to Sirius grunts of reverberating desire.

Responding to the throbbing of Remus coming inside him that caused his hands to tighten around his own dick, Sirius suddenly came, unexpectedly delighted with satisfaction. Both young men spent with sexual contentment, Sirius cleaned his lovers’ chest with the non-sticky side of a cloth bandage. Remus shifted to share the blanket with his mate, who he kissed again and again as they began a long morning of snuggling and whispered confessions of undying love.

Inside the window, sheltered from the cold wind, two lanky and masculine figures could be seen wrapped around each other by the flicker of firelight.