To Howl

Remus Lupin isn’t the nervous type. He’s quiet, and retiring, but that reserve masks an inner bravery that the world at large doesn’t get to see. It gives him an unshakable sense of purpose, and of right and wrong. It had also totally abandoned him tonight.

He’d been staring in turns at the fire, the clock, the window and the door. Sirius hadn’t been forthcoming in the details when they’d planned this rendezvous, so he had no idea when he‘d be showing up or how he’d be getting here. Which, he thought at that moment, made looking at the clock rather redundant. When Severus had knocked on the door, bringing the Wolfsbane potion, he had almost jumped out of his skin.

He drummed his fingers on his desk as the sun edged towards the horizon. Second by second…oh, God, would he never show up? Obviously, he had been over-excited when he’d written the letter. That much was obvious. And that was why he hadn’t given any details.

The outcome of all this was that when Sirius did show up (floo powder, by the way,) Remus wasn’t feeling all that “in the mood,” as they say. He was, in fact, more “in the mood” to give his lover a lecture on being considerate.

No matter. Sirius, the consummate seductress, when he wanted to be, yawned through the reprimand coquettishly, biting his lip slyly and making eyes. When he crossed the study-come-bedroom to slide his hand between Remus’ thighs, he looked so delectably wanton that Remus wondered how on earth they had managed to keep their affair under wraps for so many long years. How could he resist him?

Out of sight, but never out of mind, the sun finally set. The full moon began it’s steady climb. Remus’ knees buckled. “You might want to give me a minute,” he said, or rather whispered, breathless, breaking free of Sirius’ arms and turning towards his desk so he could lean and support himself as the transformation took him.

“No,” Sirius whispered in his, embracing him from behind. “I want to feel it….I want to feel you.” While he was saying this his fingers were playing with Remus’ belt buckle. “I want to feel you changing.”

Remus was stiffening all over. Between his legs, his cock was throbbing, and all over his body his muscles were tightening. He bucked against Sirius when his cold hand slipped into his pants, and bucked harder again as his trousers fell about his ankles. But despite the spasms and pain, or perhaps because of them, Remus found himself leaning back to let Sirius support him.

Sirius would later cheekily point out that the point of taking Wolfsbane potion was to prevent the werewolf from becoming a snarling beast and ravaging the first person it came across. Remus would later wonder just how Sirius had managed to disrobe so quickly, but he didn’t at the time. Werewolves don’t really think that kind of thing. Instead, he pounced on Sirius before he’d even made it to the bed.

Sirius still wore the traditional Wizard garb, robes, no trousers. Not that there was anything traditional about his robes now that Remus’ claws had shredded them underfoot, or rather underpaw. Man and wolf scrambled together across the chamber to reach the bed.

Quivering with anticipation, Sirius knelt on all fours, managing to nimbly wave his arse in front of the wolf‘s face as he did it. The bed was old and rickety and groaned beneath him. Trembling and pale, he looked very much like a lamb waiting for the slaughter. So be it, then, the wolf mounted the bed behind him.

Sirius’ turn to groan. The wolf’s tongue was everywhere. He writhed as Remus lapped up the sweat on his flanks, and gasped like a virgin when the strange tongue went for his arse. His dick, already hard, throbbed when the wolf started licking his balls, with the wet nose brushing against his hole.

At the back of his hazed mind, Sirius though he’d forgotten something. Something he’d planned to do. Be began to reaslise it was important. What was it?
It was no good thinking. The wolf’s teeth had just brushed against his scrotum. All Sirius could do was moan.

What was it? It was important. He was sure it was important. Remus was lapping greedily at his sweaty balls, driving Sirius almost to the edge of climaxing, gasping, groaning and gripping the bed sheets. He was sure it was important…

Lube. They’d forgotten all about it. They almost always used it, and although Remus was rather well endowed, he was usually gentle and Sirius was still quite tight. He remembered the last time he’d asked Remus to fuck him without lubrication, it had hurt. He’d said to Remus it had hurt like fuck, and Remus had laughed. And, thought Sirius, one can’t exactly ask a werewolf to go slow.

Just as he thought this, the wolf whined behind him. Sirius felt the beast mounting him, all claws and fur. Strands of fur brushed his sides, tickling softly. The slender ribcage pushed up against his back, so that Sirius could feel the wolf’s heart beating and his every breath. Remus was panting heavily, Sirius could feel the hot air on the back of his neck.

Remus drove his prick into Sirius without ceremony or much care. Transformed, he was even bigger, stretching his lover wider than he had ever been stretched. Sirius couldn’t even find the breath to cry out. Inside him, the animal was taking up a ferocious pace, thrusting his hips against Sirius’ arse and each time driving the head of his prick a little deeper.

Then he touched his prostate. No-longer breathless, Sirius moaned, tossed his head back and let out a long, guttural cry. Suddenly they were moving in perfect harmony. Sirius could barely believe it…he was being fucked my a werewolf. Would he howl at the moon when he came? He pushed his arse back, letting Remus go deeper.

It turned out he didn’t howl. He went stiff all over, except for his legs, which quivered against Sirius’ flanks. His seed was hot, it dribbled down his legs later, but he didn’t mind. He collapsed on the bed when Remus came out of him. Before he went to sleep, he could feel the wolf licking his face affectionately.

“I can’t believe I’ve been fucked by a werewolf,” he said the next morning, lying in the bed and staring as Remus padded around, looking for his clothes.

“Hmm,” replied Remus, crossing to the desk. “I suppose that just leaves Centaurs and Mermen.”