Fetching Remus

A/N: This fic was originally written in 2003, in collaboration with Desdemona with Desdemona writing the Remus parts, and me writing the Lucius parts.

Fetching Remus

“I knew you’d come here.”

Remus Lupin’s voice was calm, as always. Rarely did he ever let fear or sadness capture his tones. He preferred to keep them guessing. Years of pretending to be normal had made him so adept at this that he really did come off as just your average neighborhood DADA teacher.

People who saw more than that were either extremely close to him, or in serious trouble.

The man that had just walked boldly into Lupin’s living room was neither of these.

Yet.

Breathing in heavily, Remus tested his guest for intent. Not nervous, not scared. The man was practically as inscrutable as himself. Generally, this was not good.

Unwilling to extend any courtesy to this man he despised, Remus continued to sip his tea and stare into the fire. The air was chilling, and his unwanted visitor had not even the good manners to shut the front door behind him.

But what else could a werewolf in hiding expect from Lucius Malfoy?

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When he had apparated in front of the small cottage, Lucius Malfoy looked around in disgust. It was a barren marsh, full of slimy swamp holes and gnarled trees. The cottage itself was derelict, and the smell…

Lucius wrinkled his nose and held one finger under it as he violently pushed the door open with his foot and stepped inside.

Lucius did not like being sent on a hunt, seek, and beg mission. He did not like it at all, least of all by that old fool Albus Dumbledore. By Merlin’s beard, he was a Malfoy, not some insignificant mudblood!

He had protested vigorously, but then the head of the Ministry of Magic had personally ordered him to go. He knew he would have to do some groveling to convince them he had turned good, but this was ridiculous. *To convince that ANIMAL* - even the thought sounded sneering – *to come back to Hogwarts!*

*Ha!* It was ludicrous, and he would be damned if he would allow this MONSTER to teach DADA to HIS son, even if it was only for a short time.

He had to go, though. They would know if he hadn’t. So he would go, and would TRY to convince the eccentric hermit to come back...but he would not try very hard.

The smell was, if possible, even stronger inside the house. A flare of revulsion flashed over his face as he set his eyes upon the werewolf. He just sat there. Drinking tea.

“Well, MISTER Lupin, I would like to know how YOU knew I would come here, since I did not know it MYSELF until this morning?” His icy reply slicing through the stale, stagnant air.

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Remus continued sipping his Earl Grey, adeptly ignoring the intruder. Watching the fire crackle, feeling the heat’s touch on his skin, he sat. And he didn’t respond.

After a few minutes, Remus realized the arrogant man behind him was not going to just turn and walk away. *Pity,* he sighed to himself. Draining the last of his tea, he found no further excuse to ignore Malfoy. And werewolf he may be, but the Lupins’ were nothing if not polite.

“I should amend my statement. I knew SOMEONE would come.” He tapped his foot on the floor distractedly, an outlet for hidden nervousness. “Why in bloody hell Albus would send YOU, of all people, I’ve no idea. Makes me think the old boy has either lost his marbles, or he’s not very serious about me returning to Hogwarts.”

Remus stood fluidly and brushed some stray ash from his clothes. Just because his shirt and jeans were old, faded, and wrinkled didn’t mean he had to be untidy.

“I have an even more curious question for you, Malfoy.” Remus turned and leaned back, his slender frame resting against the solid brick of the fireplace. No matter how close he got to the heat, his body remained chilled. It had been that way ever since...Well, for a very long time.

“I’d like to know why Albus sent you TODAY, of all days.” Remus glanced toward the window, his eyes skimming the forest, watching the play of shadow and light on the broad, green leaves.

“He knows me well enough. The day after the full moon is not the most opportune time to ask me to think about much of ANYTHING.” Remus smiled, his mouth quirking in a lopsided grin. “And speaking with YOU is very low on my list of things worthy of getting out of my chair for, Lucius.”

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Lucius smirked slightly at the flagrant use of his first name. As he leaned against his cane, his finger softly caressed the silver snake’s head. He decided to taunt the uppity miscreant back a little.

“I take it Albus turned to me because no one really cared enough to come without coercion?” He let the statement hang in the room while he sized up the cottage, and then turned his arrogant stare on the man standing a few feet away.

Finally settling his eyes back onto Remus’ steady gaze, he quirked an eyebrow and sighed.

“As for the chosen day, Albus really left that up to me. And I still have some…connections...so finding you was no difficulty. You don’t seem to mind if you are found, or not, do you? And since you DID get up for me, your LIST doesn’t seem to be that long, after all. Remus.”

Lucius let all his contempt seep into his voice as he spoke that despiced name. Again he perused the...well, he would call it a chicken coop. He noticed the disarray of tableware and clothes everywhere.

*Not like Lupin to be this unorganized. He may be a lowly creature, but he has always been rather picky about his things…*

Lucius turned his thoughts toward what Lupin had actually said. (…today, of all days…)

Lucius studied the man again. (…after full moon…)

Oh, of course. He had no Wolfsbane potions; he had been away from Snape, the only Potions Master anyone knew of, who could brew the tricky concoction, for years. A slight shiver passed down Lucius' spine at the thought of Lupin turning into a slavering beast once the moon rose.

Albus had known Lucius would find the man quickly. Anger flared through him, mostly at himself for walking so unmindful into the old man’s scheming.

He regained his composure immediately. “You are right. Albus desires your return to Hogwarts to teach…” He grimaced “…Defence Against the Dark Arts. And make no mistake, this is a request I am SICKENED with making!”

He moved closer to Lupin, mere five feet separating them. His voice was dangerously soft when he spoke. “I don’t want you anywhere near my son, REMUS. If I had anything to say about it, you would be condemned to leave England.” Lucius hissed the last words, clutching his cane with white knuckles.

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Remus stood still in a way that only a man with a bit of predator in him could manage. Malfoy’s verbal assault didn’t interest him. He barely knew the man, had not seen or spoken to him in several years. Letting the acerbic words flow over him, Remus took the few moments’ chance to survey Malfoy. He knew the gist of Lucius’ rant anyway...Evil werewolf, no good for teaching, wouldn’t want to be caught dead in your presence, stay away from precious Draco...yadda, yadda, yadda.

Remus coolly gazed as Lucius spouted his venomous barbs. As for Malfoy, he had changed little in the past five years. Hair still long and silky, that blinding white blond that looked oh so unnatural but was, indeed, his own and not from a bottle. His skin was still as pale; evidently sun bathing had not been taken up as a hobby. As Lucius spoke, Remus noticed how his silvery eyes flashed with anger. *Sigh. He is a fine looking man.* Remus tilted his head in accord with his inner dialogue. *Too bad he’s such a total prick.*

Sensing that Malfoy’s final jab had been loosed, Remus slowly stalked forward, closing the few feet’s distance between them. His smile was dazzling, and he looked very sincere as he purred up into Malfoy’s face, “Oh, Lucius.” He placed one hand gracefully on the other man’s check, delighting in the almost imperceptible flash of discomfort that flitted across Malfoy’s aristocratic features. Leaning in even further, Remus’ voice dropped to a sultry whisper, his tone melting into the range of a lover’s croon. “I didn’t know you cared.”

Remus stood stock still, his hand resting on Malfoy’s cheek. He stared up into those oddly light eyes, a smile playing around his lips.

Confident that the other man couldn’t physically harm him, Remus knew he had only a few moments before Malfoy reacted to his game. But what would that reaction be? He knew the other man had always found him attractive. Remus literally smelled the desire on Malfoy every time they happened to cross paths. The fact that Lucius hated him for what he was, made his lust all the more enticing to Remus.

And, Remus had to admit, he did find Lucius very...intriguing.

A very brief flicker of chastisement wandered through Remus’ brain. Taunting Malfoy like this really was mean-spirited, and not in his nature. But he had been alone, for so long now, denying himself even the simple pleasure of another’s company. Malfoy had just barged in and upset his lonely routine with callous disregard. On the one day of the lunar cycle that he most wanted to do nothing but sit in his chair and...NOT think. Here Malfoy was, demanding his mental energies to contemplate leaving his self-imposed prison, going back to the one place and time in his life he had ever felt liked, respected, wanted, loved.

No, Remus could not feel guilty for baiting the other man. Besides, he was pretty damn sure that Lucius could take care of himself, and he would neither expect nor appreciate Remus pulling his punches and being his normal genial self toward Lucius. The very thought would infuriate the conceited bastard, and Remus felt confident he could be nasty enough to Malfoy to show him just how much he respected him.

These thoughts flew through Remus’ mind swiftly. Just as he smiled wider at his own twisted thinking, he finally got the delayed reaction from Lucius that he had been waiting for.


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Lucius was stunned for a moment, his mouth open as if he had wanted to say something. He snapped it closed, feeling deep resentment rush through him. Who did this son of a bitch think he was? He took a step back, shaking off the offending hand on his cheek.

"What do you think you are playing at, Lupin? Keep your dirty hands off me, who knows where they have been last. What carcass they have dug into?” Lucius was not aware that his own hand had strayed to the cheek, cupping it, feeling the lingering warmth from the werewolf’s hand.

He gasped when he noticed and let the hand fall. *That insufferable brat, making such evident overtures at me, at Lucius Malfoy!* His spine tingled again and the small hairs on his neck stood on end. He took another step backwards, trying to create some distance between them, hating himself for this show of weakness.

He heard his father droning in his head “A Malfoy does not show fear nor weakness. Use the feelings and turn them against your adversary!”

Lucius took a deep breath, preparing another verbal assault as he looked into Lupin’s eyes. The green hazel intermingled with tinges of yellow, the pupils very dilated, giving the man an intense and feral look, which took his voice away. “Lupin, you…”

Even when relaxed as Lupin was now, with that smile on his lips, he emanated *predator* from every pore of his being. All from his fluid movements and the curve of his lips over his teeth, to his steady gaze, suddenly freezing Lucius to the spot, like a frightened hare caught in headlights. Lupin WAS a predator!

Lucius shook his head, breaking the spell and hissed “Never, ever, touch me again, werewolf! You make me sick to the core of my soul!” As he said this, he recognized his own lie. Remus had never made him sick. This man, this lycanthrope, with all his raw power and intensity, had always held a strange lure for Lucius. Repulsed by the nature of Remus’ being and still attracted by his rugged beauty, Lucius was torn between those opposing feelings every time he had set eyes upon him.

Real anger built in him again, resenting Remus’ evident sway over him deeply. “Just answer the question, Lupin, will you return to Hogwarts?” He glared at the man, trying to pour as much malice into his voice and gaze as he could, whilst shivering inside with those hated feelings.

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Remus tried very hard not to laugh as Malfoy drew away from him so fast that a small wind practically formed to fill in the sudden gap between them.

He smelled a new scent in the air: The stale bouquet of embarrassment mixed with the sharper, musky smell of half-hidden desire. Remus pondered this, pursing his lips. That Lucius was physically attracted to him, he already knew. The embarrassment struck him as strange, though. Anger maybe, or dismay...Either of those would make much more sense. But embarrassment?

THAT particular emotion had an air of expectation about it, as if some kernel of truth in Lucius’ mind was trying to tell him that his lust was not just an idle thing to be tolerated, but an entity unto itself. One that would see to it that it’s needs were fulfilled.

Some part of Lucius Malfoy knew he would eventually have Remus...And the man’s mind was already apologizing for it.

Remus sighed. He disliked complicated entanglements. Oh well, nothing to be done but wait and see. In the meantime, he had Lucius’ smart mouth to deal with.

Remus sauntered lazily toward Malfoy, taking a quick side-step to move past him. He walked along the length of the room, running his hand over the crumbling wallpaper as he moved along the perimeter. The print was one of brown clocks on a faded yellow background. Remus quite liked it, and smiled a bit at his astonishingly bad taste.

“Well. Malfoy. Just to ease your mind, I can tell you I haven’t dug into any carcasses recently.” He leaned against the wall, bringing one hand up, inspecting the fingernails as if to make sure no blood was there to make him seem a liar. “Not that it’s any of your business, of course. Although I do relish the idea of you ignorantly imagining me stalking around with blood tinged foam on my muzzle, I’m afraid it’s simply not true.” Remus reached one hand to scratch a spot on his middle back. Damn fleas.

“Severus.” He smiled devastatingly. “Er… Professor Snape, that is. He sends me regular shipments of the Wolfsbane potion.” Remus made his way to the small refrigerator, glancing up at Lucius as he opened the door with a creak. “Sometimes...” His expression fogged into wistfulness for a split second. “Sometimes, he even brings it himself, rather than send it by other, less personal means.”

Deliberately avoiding the man’s taunts and insistent demands for a yes or no answer, Remus tempered his actions to be slow and drawn out. He didn’t appreciate being insulted in his own home, but he would be damned if he showed any hurt or anger to Lucius Malfoy.

Remus leaned down to peruse the contents of his icebox. Glancing over his shoulder at the still man behind him, he smiled in a friendly, engaging way, as if he didn’t realize how much Lucius despised him. “How rude of me. Would you care for a drink?” His eyebrow slid upward, an expression that anyone who attended school with the young Lupin would recognize. Part innocent and part dare, the look was deceptively taunting. Remaining bent down a bit to see inside the refrigerator, Remus waited for the other man to show some sign of life, as he had not moved a muscle or changed expression in several minutes.

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Lucius almost drew back again when Remus approached him, but he forced himself to remain in the spot. He was not able, however, to hold back a low sigh of relief when the man side-stepped him and went to the wall.

Lucius turned his head slowly to keep an eye on him. He tried to gauge Remus’ intent, failing miserably. His eyes flitted over the outrageous wallpaper to the hand running over it. No blood…well, he could have bathed for all Lucius knew, although the smell indicated that, no, he had certainly not bathed.

He involuntarily wrinkled his nose again, suddenly craving fresh air in his lungs. Still he did not believe Remus. Surely this vile creature had killed and eaten last night, no doubt about that.

Lucius watched as Remus absently and with agile ease scratched his mid-back through the worn shirt, watched the well-defined muscles play under the thin fabric, watched the hazel eyes close slightly, the long lashes almost … Lucius had to force his eyes away, cursing himself for letting himself go like that.

So… Severus had known were Remus lived, and not said anything. He caught the wistful flicker in the hazel eyes, and knew why. So maybe the Wolfsbane potion wasn’t the only thing he brought here. Lucius almost smirked, but somehow managed to keep his expression blank.

Lucius Malfoy, was not used to being forced to wait for anything, least of all a simple yes or no. He was growing increasingly annoyed by the time Remus was taking. Impatience was not becoming, but he was not staying here for much longer and had just made up his mind to repeat the question in a more demanding tone, when Remus turned his back to him and bent down to peruse the fridge. Ack…the words stuck in his suddenly dry mouth.

Lucius tried to remember why it was he despised Remus. Oh… yes, he was a beast, a foul werewolf. He ate people if he could. But…Lucius found himself quite unable to remove his eyes from that bottom. Self-loathing ran through him, and still his eyes lingered and roamed over the firm cheeks

He just managed to remove his eyes when Remus offered him something to drink. The look in the man’s face was very familiar. He had seen it many times at Hogwarts, and he didn’t trust it a bit but had always found very attractive.

*Attractive...* Lucius chided himself. There was nothing attractive about this man! He cringed inwardly at his own lie. Why was he still lying to himself after all these years? Everything about the man was attractive to him. The ruffled hair, the haunting eyes, the short rough stubble, even the worn down clothes, fitting so…so...

Lucius actually had to shake his head to collect his thoughts again. He masked it with a slightly hoarse drawl “No, thank you, Lupin. I don’t think I would enjoy anything from you… Just answer the damned question, so I can move on with my day!” He tried to pour some icy anger into his voice, but had to settle for mild contempt.

He was obviously losing his touch at the taunting. Out of practice. Not much bantering between him and Narcissa lately, since she had left…well, there never had been. He turned around swiftly and stepped closer, his elegant and black cloak billowing around him. The insufferable man just kept rummaging in the refrigerator! “Remus!” He shouted “Answer the goddamned question! Will you return or not?” Lucius had finally lost both patience and temper, much to his own dismay.

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Remus smiled privately to himself, amused that he had ruffled Lucius’ composure. He grabbed a Guinness from the fridge and stood up slowly, closing the creaky icebox door. He turned around and walked to the kitchen counter.

He glanced at Malfoy and made a show of pretending to think hard as he slid the beer bottle under a drawer pull and opened his beer with it. **Will have to buy new ones soon, * he thought. *This is the only pull I haven’t destroyed by using it to open bottles. *

Striding quickly back to his chair, Remus took a long swig from his drink. Reaching up to his mantle, he drew down a snifter of brandy and a glass. He resumed his spot in front of the fire, drawing an old blanket off of the armrest and casually draping it over himself. He placed the brandy and the glass on the floor beside his foot.

Remus didn’t turn around when he spoke. “If you should change your mind about that drink, Lucius, feel free to help yourself.” Another long pull of the beer. “I don’t have anything fancy like you’re used to, but if you’re going to go slumming, you may as well have the full experience, I say.”

Remus drank in silence a moment, waiting for signs of movement. He heard none. Sighing, Remus realized he was growing tired of this game.

“Tell you what, Lucius. Why don’t you convince me to go back with you? Why should I go back? I have such a lovely home right here...” He gestured his free hand to indicate his dusty, disheveled hovel. “It may not be much, but it’s mine. I am left alone here, no one around to bother me.” He finished the beer, casually discarding the bottle on the floor, and picked up the glass and carafe of amber liquor. Pouring a generous amount into the glass, he lowered the snifter back to the floor.

“Why should I go back to Hogwarts, Lucius? Just to get comfortable there, come to enjoy the teaching and the company, and then be asked to leave because some elitist pig like yourself comes along and complains about the undesirable once-a-month furriness of their darling so-and-so’s DADA teacher?” Remus took a very long swig of his drink, using the time to calm himself a bit, regain his apathetic air.

“Seriously, Malfoy. Tell me why I should set myself up for that kind of thing. Again. It happened once, and I can’t fault myself for that. But willingly going back there, volunteering for that abuse again, that would be either madness or extreme stupidity.” Another swig, his words sounding just a bit unsteady at this point. Remus knew he couldn’t hold his liquor well, not with his metabolism, but he needed the drinks after Malfoy’s offer of something he wanted so badly. He was sure the prick would be gone very soon, before he was visibly inebriated.

He was silent for a moment. His exceptional hearing picked up Malfoy’s steady breathing a few feet away. “Regardless what you think of werewolves in general, or me in particular, my dear Lucius...” He laughed, the sound warm and inviting. “I am neither mad nor stupid...” Another swig finished off the liquor in the glass, and Remus poured himself some more. He took one swallow of the new drink and leaned sideways to look back at Malfoy.

“Just so you know.” He said, then winked, grinning lopsidedly. He moved back to settle into his chair. Staring into the flames of the ever-present fire, he snuggled closer into the blanket and continued to drink. He knew it was a weakness, this need to drink himself into not caring about the offer he so wanted to take, but if it kept him from playing the fool and actually believing that Dumbledore could protect him, then it was worth it.

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Lucius really needed that drink now. He was furious; his mouth was dry as old parchment. His eyes had just followed the man around the room, every move and every sound sending electric currents down his spine.

But he had regained some of his formerly lost composure and was able to seem unfazed toward the werewolf. He would be damned, before he went *slumming* with that *thing.*

He swallowed to urge on some saliva production, any small amount of moisture would do. Of course his saliva had chosen this particular moment to go on holiday with his wit. **Damn! Damn him for doing this to me, again and again!**

His mind perked up a little, though, when he heard the obvious hurt in the by now slurred voice. So the beast wanted to go back, but didn’t want to get hurt. **Awwww…**. Lucius smirked yet again, and somehow his wit returned early from the holiday. But unfortunately it hadn’t brought the saliva back.

Well, he just had to take the bastard up on that drink anyway. Without looking at Lupin, Lucius sauntered over to the mantle, put his cane against the wall and took a glass. He looked suspiciously at it, and drew out a startling white handkerchief. He slowly polished the glass intently and held it up to the light. “Tut tut, well, that will have to do for now.” His voice was slightly hoarse, but nevertheless the arrogance was back.

It warmed Lucius to his core. He even managed to smile when he turned and faced the sitting man. He walked over next to the chair and bent down, his gaze fixed on Lupin. He lifted the snifter and rose.

Towering over Lupin, the black cloak just brushing against the seated man’s leg, Lucius looked down at him as he poured himself a generous drink. He smelled at it. It seemed like an unlikely fine brandy, but just to taunt the son of a bitch he wrinkled his nose a little.

"You may be many things, Remus, but you are at least true to your word on liquors. This is certainly an inferior brand, but as it seems to be the only remotely safe thing to drink you have, I will settle for that." He sipped at the drink and forced his features into a light grimace even though it tasted very good.

"As it is, Remus, I am really at a loss here." He slowly swirled the liqueur around in the glass "You evidently don't want to go back, and I, for one, can’t see a reason for trying to convince you otherwise. And why would you even listen to a...what was it now..?" He mused a moment with a finger at his lower lip "...an elitist pig?" He kept staring down at Lupin with a smirk, seeing the quickly consumed alcohol taking it’s toll.

"And the monthly...furry-ness, as you like to present it, is not something easily disregarded. I just don’t trust you, Remus, even if you claim to be taking the potion. Even if you were completely sane and intelligent, which you most certainly are not, I wouldn’t let you near my son!"

This time he remained calm, controlled and composed, much to his inner relief. He wasn’t sure, though, for how long this would hold if he kept staring
at Lupin like that.

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Remus threw back his head and laughed throatily as his eyes blazed up at Lucius. He shook his head, wiping tears from his eyes. “Good Lord, Lucius, you are priceless! Utterly priceless! Do you know that?”

He polished off the last of his brandy, dropping the glass casually on the floor. He chuckled as he swallowed, not quite sure why he found Malfoy’s unrepentant bigotry so very amusing.

**It’s because you’re drunk, you great oaf,** he chided himself. His fast metabolism drew the alcohol quickly into his system, hitting him like an anvil.

Remus stilled his laughter, but allowed himself to smile sultrily at his guest. With the fluid grace only a part-time canine could muster, Remus rose from his chair to stand even with Lucius.

His chest brushed the other man’s clothing as he stood, dragging the front of his shirt down, causing a couple of the badly repaired buttons to come undone. At his full height, he stood only a good inch shorter than Lucius.

He lifted his face to stare intently at Malfoy, the smile remaining in place, coloring his slightly slurred words.

“My dear, dear Lucius. My brandy is indeed a somewhat inferior brand, as you should know.” He winked. “It’s your family brand, after all.” His smile widened. “Although, really, to be fair, I am just trying to bother you. Your family brand is the best out there, as we both know.” His hand reached up to scratch his chest lazily. “Your liquor is very good, even though produced by a bunch of insular cretins.”

Scratching done, Remus leaned forward just a bit to rest his chin on the fine fabric of the shirt in front of him. “As to myself, I never claimed to be completely sane, although I do consider myself quite intelligent.” His brow furrowed, a fine line appearing between his seductively arched brows. “As a matter of fact,” His hand strayed absently to pluck at the collar of Lucius’ shirt. “I seem to remember I graduated ahead of you.”

He leaned his head down and purposefully took the top button of Lucius’ shirt in his mouth. He bit down and pulled back sharply, popping the button off, leaving trailing thread in its wake. He turned his head and spit the button into the fire. A crackle erupted as it was consumed in the flames.

Returning his chin to Lucius’ chest, Remus moved his hand to stroke the skin he had exposed by removing the button. He felt light, soft hair there and shuddered with desire. **It’s not Lucius. It’s just that I’ve been alone a long time...** He lied to himself. Even in his drunken state he knew his physical attraction to Malfoy had existed since he first met the other boy at Hogwarts.

They had even had a bit of a sticky encounter in the boy’s shower room once, and although neither had ever spoken of it, the animosity between them had leapt sharply afterwards.

Turning his mind to the present, Remus growled low in his throat as he realized Lucius was standing perfectly still, his breathing shallow, fast, and irregular. Pressing his advantage, he snuggled down and licked the exposed skin softly, much like a wolf would show affection to it’s pup.

After a few moments of this, Remus mingled words in to the lathing of Lucius’ chest. “As to...your son...” He breathed in deeply, the scent of Malfoy’s sweat and confusion erupting like pheromones to his senses.

“I have no...” Lick. “Particular...” Loooong lick. “Desire...” Soft laugh, enjoying his word choice. “To be anywhere...” Short nip of teeth on the light hair. “Near him...” Swirl of tongue over recently nipped flesh. “Lucius.” He breathed the last word, hot wind mingling with the wetness left on the pale skin.

Remus set his chin against Lucius’ chest again. “But you, Lucius.” He brought his hand up to run slowly down Lucius’ long, silken, oh-so-pale hair. “I could be...” He rumbled hoarsely, “persuaded...” He slipped his other hand around to rest on Lucius’ backside. “To be near...” He shifted his hips slightly, brushing his erection against Lucius’ thigh. Remus raised his head and closed his eyes, leaning up until his lips were level with Lucius’, but not. Quite. Touching.

“You.” The word came out so softly as to almost be just a puff of breath. Remus stood very still, wondering if the next thing he felt would be Malfoy shoving him across the room, perhaps casting some unpleasant spell on him. He smiled a bit. **Can’t say I’d blame him,** he thought.

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Lucius drew in his breath sharply as the werewolf rose, watching the opening shirt intently as Lupin scratched the partly bared chest. He let the half-witted taunt about their *brand* pass without comment or even thought for that matter. Lupin was too damned close for comfort, or was it the other way around….?. Suddenly Lucius couldn’t remember.

Still, he had almost made up his mind to withdraw a step when that face had made contact with his chest, pinning him down more efficiently than manacles.. He trembled slightly, but managed to regain some composure as he in his mind began to chant all the while chiding himself in several languages for being weak..

**Just keep breathing. Don’t look down. Keep breathing. Don’t look** Lucius’s frantic thoughts snapped with the cord holding the top button in place. He looked down and was lost in the vision and sensation of Lupin licking his exposed chest, fingering the hair and nibbling on him as if he were a treat of some sort. The low growl against his skin sent ice into his stomach, fear mixed with arousal and made his breath hitch slightly

At the following torture from Lupin’s mouth, Lucius had to admit, that words had lost any meaning to him, his focus solely on hot tongue, teeth, breath and lips against his chest. Every lick, tug or gust of air sending impulses straight into his groin.

Lupin’s hand on his hair now, the other hand brushing over his back, holding him, stroking him… Lucius gasped involuntarily when he felt the not inconsiderable erection brush over his thigh

Gods…this had to be the alcohol speaking in Remus...for surely this man wasn’t really attracted to him, Lucius Malfoy, a former Deatheater. A brief memory of a confused encounter in the boy’s shower room, followed by sneering dismissals flickered through Lucius’ overloading mind. The sensual breath over his dry lips brought him back. The first and only word he had understood for some moments now “You!” Him?

He opened his eyes **when did I close them??** and looked again at Lupin. Head tilted up, lips offered like a sacred offering to a God, the cheeks slightly blushed **drink or lust** Lucius thought. warm hands on hair and back not moving but still there. *Good*, he was surprised by his own thought. **Good?** he asked himself. *Yes, definitely good!*

He smirked, and then he dropped the glass, shattering it carelessly on the floor, and quickly entwined his hand in the longish coppery hair. Violently he pulled Lupin’s head back, ripping out a few strands in the process.

“Me, Remus, me what? Is it really me you want or just some quick roll in the….filth?” His heart was jubilant at the arrogance he had been able to put into the words, against all odds. He decided not to give the werewolf any chance for reply or action.

He quickly released the hair and with a tight grip on the slender shoulders he turned them toward the wall and slammed Remus against it, hopefully knocking the air out of the bastard. He drew very close and inclined his head slightly, looming over Remus.

“You are a slut, Remus.” Lucius clamped down his mouth over Remus’ lips and kissed him with a vengeance, forcing his tongue into the hot mouth. He used his superior body mass to pin Remus against the wall as he ravaged his mouth, letting his own arousal dig into Remus’ crotch. After a while he drew his face back, sucking Remus’ lower lip slightly before letting go “You are a whore! Nothing but a bitch in heat!” Lucius chuckled deeply and waited for a reaction, not relinquishing his advantage in size.

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Remus stared back at Lucius, slightly dazed by passion and drink. He brought his hand up and grabbed a good portion of Lucius’ hair, pulling back harshly, baring the other man’s throat. He growled deep in his chest and fastened his mouth on to the place he could feel Lucius’ pulse throbbing. His teeth scraped the skin a little, and he sucked strongly while his tongue flicked at the flesh he had drawn into his mouth.

His other hand slapped down on Lucius’ ass and held fast there, pulling their bodies together even more firmly than Lucius’ full-body block had done.

Releasing the other man’s throat, Remus murmured, “So, I’m just a bitch to you, am I, Lucius?” He ground his pelvis into Malfoy’s. “But am I YOUR bitch? Are you going to MAKE ME your bitch, Lucius?”

He moved his head down to the pale chest, and moved the fabric away with a quick flick of his chin. His teeth clamped down on Lucius’ nipple hard. Remus ground the skin between his teeth and licked the captured nub. He worried the skin between his teeth for a few long moments.

Remus released Lucius’ nipple as swiftly as he has claimed it. “Or, maybe...” He licked the abused skin, noting the indentations his teeth had made. “Just maybe, I will make YOU mine...”

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As Remus suddenly broke Lucius’ hold and clamped his mouth and teeth over the most vulnerable spot on Lucius’ throat, fear again quickly washed through him as a current of icy water, freezing him. **Surely he doesn’t mean to rip my throat out…**

He gasped as the hand on his ass ground them even closer together, their erection coming into a sizzling contact. **no, evidently not** relief rushed over him, when Remus released his throat.

Lucius wanted to shout “YES, you are my bitch!” into his face, just to make sure the werewolf still knew how the power-balance was here, when the intense pain flaming out from his nipple made him arch his back with a startled cry. The cry was quickly replaced by a deep moan at the subsequent soothing. He tried to collect his thoughts.

*Him…Remus’… bitch…never…!* even his thoughts hitched in his mind. He managed to stammer out “No…Never!” and tried to disengage himself from Remus, to be able to regain some hold on his composure.

He struggled but was quite unable to disentangle himself from Remus. He was stronger than he looked. “Get .off .me. or. you .will .regret .it .Remus!” the words interspersed by his rapid and uncontrollable breathing.

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Remus released Lucius immediately and placed both hands on his chest, then shoved the other man away, hard. His force was such that Lucius tumbled backwards gracelessly into Remus’ old chair.

Remus stalked over to him, leaning down, his hands grasping the armrests. He stopped with his face mere inches from the other man’s.

The werewolf breathed in deeply, closing his eyes to savor the scents in the air. “I can smell the fear on you...” Another breath. “And...something else...” As the emotions registered with his supernatural sense of smell, Remus’ lip curled up in a sneer.

Abruptly, he stood upright and snatched up the brandy, taking a very long pull off the bottle. He leaned casually against the mantle, letting the fire warm him. He stared at his guest, disgust apparent on his face.

“Oh, Lucius. Poor, ignorant Lucius. Here I thought your ‘dirty werewolf’ schtick was just for show.” Another gulp of the liquor, and his expression softened. “But, unless my senses deceive me, you really do believe I’m little more than an animal, don’t you?” Before Lucius could answer, Remus took another swig and walked away unsteadily, taking the snifter with him.

As he reached a door leading to another, as yet unseen, room, he turned. “If that’s what you think, it’s really too bad.” His expression was almost wistful. “I always had sort of a thing for you in school, much to the dismay of Sirius and James.” His words slurred fairly badly now, and he stumbled as he reached for the door handle. He stopped as he opened the door.

“So. Get the fuck out of my house, and tell Albus to send someone more persuasive. Unless, of course, you’re up for a little attitude adjustment...?” He opened the door and disappeared from view, leaving the door to swing slowly closed behind him.

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Lucius was flabbergasted, unable to form any coherent witty reply, as he watched Remus first taunt him and then move into the other room. His breathing finally reached a normal level, as he was left alone in the living room, left to ponder Remus’ words. **…a thing for you…** Lucius frowned deeply as he mentally stumbled over the words replayed several times in his head.

Had Remus not just professed more than mere base lust here? Was there more to the man than met the eye? A warm and almost forgotten feeling stirred in Lucius’ stomach. Was he more than an animal, disguising as an admittedly beautiful man? He was drunk now, sure, but wasn’t there a saying?

…in vino veritas…

Lucius looked into the fire as he absently touched the bruise on his throat. His logic and reason, two former strong allies, told him to leave now, before things got out of hand. But that feeling deep in his stomach told him to stay. Lucius was torn.

He looked at the closed door Remus had disappeared behind **…attitude adjustment…** the taunt sent slight tendrils of anger through him, but they didn’t quite impact as they usually would. Still, he would be forced to make something clear here, before he left. A Malfoy was no one’s bitch, not even Remus’!

He slowly rose and took his cane. Then he walked over to the door and rested his hand on the doorknob. His mind was still torn by his opposing feelings.

He knew, if he walked into that room now, everything would change. His world would turn upside down. But he also knew, that if he walked away from this, he would never be able to forgive himself.

Lucius sighed, then inhaled deeply, bracing himself as he drew up his favorite arrogant mask and pushed the door open. Standing in the doorway he spoke.

“You realize, Remus, that the change in attitude has already taken place…” Lucius paused slightly as his eyes ran over the neat and clean room **bedroom** he corrected himself.

That was a surprise! Clearly the living room wasn’t Remus’ favored spot in this cottage. His eyes rested on the bed, where Remus sat, holding the snifter between his knees. “…in your attitude!” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a little push of his cane, not removing his eyes from the figure on the bed

“Now there’s only one thing left to decide…” He stepped a little closer and unbuckled his cloak, letting it puddle around his feet. “…and that is who is the bitch here, since it’s surely not me!” He smirked, as he leant the cane against the dresser next to him.

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Remus switched positions languidly, and crawled on all fours to the end of the bed, letting the now empty bottle fall to the floor. “So, Lucius. Decided I’m human after all, have we?” He licked his lips, looking the other man up and down.

The alcohol pumped through his veins, lighting him up with desire. **Lucius wants to play the big man, huh? I can go along with that...For now...**

Remus shook his head to get the hair out of his eyes, then smiled his most seductive smile, looking up at Lucius from lowered lashes.

Not saying a word, he knelt up on his knees and slowly removed his shirt. He moved his hips from side to side, mimicking a strip tease, as he peeled the fabric from his chest and arms. He twirled the garment in one hand and threw it at Lucius, where it hit the man’s chest and fell to his feet.

Still kneeling, he unbuttoned his jeans and brought the zipper down. Then Remus turned his back to Lucius and slowly pushed his pants down. He had never liked underwear, so there was nothing between him and Lucius’ hungry gaze.

Unable to get the pants off further, he stretched out on his stomach and wriggled his way back up to the head of the bed, jeans inching down as he moved. By the time his head hit the headboard, his pants were pooled around his ankles, and it was an easy matter to toe them off onto the floor.

Rising up onto his elbows, Remus pushed his ass up into the air just a bit in a blatant invitation. He turned his head back and to the side, resting his chin on his shoulder. He could just see Lucius out of the corner of his eye.

“So. Come on then, Malfoy. See if you can make me howl for you.” He smiled dreamily, closing his eyes. “Unless you need a little...Oral stimulation...first?” His grin grew wider and he patted the bed next to him. “Your choice...But make it fast, this is a very limited time offer.”

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As Lucius looked at the show unraveling in front of him, he felt his wilting erection surge into almost painful action. “Slut,” he whispered under his breath, shaking his head, not intending the words for anyone other than himself.

The offer was very obvious and unashamed. Hell, the bastard was practically presenting himself on a platter. Lucius quirked an eyebrow at the delicious sight in front of him. He let his eyes roam over the display, slowly wetting his lower lip with his tongue.

He stepped up to the bed and stood at the side, locking eyes with Remus. The man was clearly drunk, and a small twinge of conscience crept into Lucius’ lust-filled mind.

*Should I really go this far, with more alcohol than blood running through Remus’ veins?* And then doubt dutifully followed conscience. *Would Remus reject me again when he sobers up?* He sighed and sat down on the bed.

Lucius turned and cupped Remus’ face with his hand, leant forward and drew him into a gentle kiss, tasting of brandy and something sweet, like honey. He drew his head slightly back, their lips almost still touching.

“You are drunk, Remus!” He caressed Remus’ cheek with his thumb. “Sleep this off, and we’ll… talk about it. I’m exhausted too.” He kissed him again and withdrew his hand. Lucius kicked off his shoes and stretched out his legs on the bed. As he leant back against the pillow, he folded his arms behind his head. Lucius inhaled deeply and tried to suppress his arousal with calm, not. quite. succeeding. He closed his eyes with a deep sigh.

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Remus closed his eyes and relaxed next to Lucius. **I want to hate this guy...But I can tell he’s not all bad.** The thought startled and scared him. But it was a fact: He could literally smell the decency in Lucius, far below all that pompous superiority. But, still, he knew Lucius was a bastard for the most part. It was part of his charm.

He reached a hand out and ran his fingers lightly over Lucius’ face, tracing his aristocratic brow and cheekbone, finally ending by lightly stroking Lucius’ full lower lip.

His eyes cracked open to peek at the man lying beside him. **He looks so innocent lying there,** Remus thought. His sense of dirtiness kicked in a butt and he wondered why he was here, trying to seduce this man he had harbored feelings for since he was thirteen years old and first knew he preferred boys to girls.

He shifted his body closer to Lucius’ and brought his mouth up to his ear. He talked softly, his Scottish accent intensified with drink and lust. His hand moved to Lucius’ hair, twirling the fine strands reverently.

“Yes, Lucius...You’re right...I am drunk.” His breath was hot and smelled strongly of brandy. He felt Lucius flinch a bit but he didn’t move away. “I may be acting the whore now, Malfoy, but really, I’m quite the opposite.”

He moved his head to rest on Lucius’ shoulder and swivelled his leg over to rest between Malfoy’s slightly parted ones. His bare skin rubbed against the smooth fabric of Lucius’ trousers, his cock coming into contact with a black-clad thigh. He moaned softly, unable to help himself. Remus brought his hand down to toy with the buttons of Lucius’ shirt, fondling the spot where the first ones had been bitten off earlier. His breath skimmed along the skin there when he spoke again.

“Earlier, when I mentioned Snape? I...insinuated...that he..that I...” His words trailed off, then he sighed. “I was just trying to get a rise out of you. Dark ‘n greasy has never been my type, really. And I daresay Snape hates me far more than you do, Lucius.” He chuckled softly. “With good reason...”

His words were slow and quiet, the effort just to speak showing through. He had drunk far more than he had meant to, and enough time had passed that the effects were fully upon him.

“Anyway...” He continued, “My point is...I haven’t been with anyone in a...very...very...long...time.” He rested his hand on Lucius’ abdomen and let it remain there, still. “And when I smelled you, when you first came into my house, I wanted you...” His voice lowered even more, a mere whisper. “I’ve always wanted you...”

Remus leaned in and kissed Lucius’ cheek sweetly, a lover’s kiss. He shifted his weight toward the other man so he could find the lips he had tasted only too briefly earlier. Finding his quarry, Remus pressed his lips to Lucius’ and moved them sensually, letting his tongue slowly move along the lower edge of Lucius’ mouth.

Pressing his advantage, Remus slithered over and levered himself up until his whole body lie atop Lucius’. He relaxed into the other man, letting his forehead drop onto the broad chest beneath him, twining his legs to maintain contact with Lucius’. His semi-erection nestled happily into Lucius’ inner thigh, and Remus moaned slightly as he shifted his hips.

He brought one hand down to rest on Lucius’ leg, the other curled into a loose fist by his cheek, almost childlike. His cheek rubbed against the bare skin of Lucius’ chest.

“I do want YOU, Lucius. And I am very drunk. But I wanted you before I was drunk, the liquor just...lets me express myself...” He shifted his cock a bit in emphasis, “…Better.” His breath made the light chest hair next to his mouth ripple in tiny waves. “But, I won’t press you, Lucius...I understand if you don’t want me...” His voice trailed off, he blinked, disoriented, wondering why the room was spinning so. “I’m just an animal, after all...” His eyes glazed over and he stared emptily at the wall, bracing himself for the rejection that surely must come next. It always did.

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Lucius had hardly dared breathe as Remus had moved against him, kissed him so sweetly and then moved onto him, nestling on him. His words had sung clear through Lucius, expanding the warmth that had been in his belly for some time now.

He brought up his hand and ran his fingers gently through the ruffled soft hair, silently delighting over the fact that Severus, after all, had not had this privilege. Lucius then opened his eyes and looked out the window. It was getting dark outside.

The moon was almost, but not quite, full. He looked down at the head nestled on his chest, watching it for a few minutes and wondering if Remus was going to change. But it didn’t seem like it.

“You’re not an animal, Remus, even if do you act like a bitch,” Lucius whispered. He let his other hand glide over the soft skin on Remus’ back, drawing lazy circles between the shoulder blades, before moving down to rest on the small of his back. Lucius lifted his head slightly and kissed the coppery hair, inhaling the slightly musky scent. He envied Remus for the ability to gauge other’s feeling just by smell.

He would dearly like to know what the man really felt for him. But there was other evidence to sample from, as Lucius realized when he felt Remus’ erection grow against his thigh at his caresses. And the way he seemed to melt into Lucius, a trusting, seemingly fragile and yet strong move. The feelings that stirred in him suddenly leapt beyond lust. Beyond anything he had felt for anyone before. Even the way he had felt in the beginning of his marriage with the mother of his son.

His hand in Remus’ hair slipped down over the ear, over the jawline and stopped to let the thumb rest on the soft and faintly open lips. The hot breath moving over his bared chest and his finger sent shivers through Lucius. This was hard, god dammit, so hard not just to ravage Remus right there and now.

To take what was obviously his, and to use it. His upbringing screamed for dominance and force, while his unfamiliar feelings softly whispered for patience and love. Lucius swallowed as he let himself go a little bit further. The hand on Remus’ back moved further down and cupped one, ohh so fine, cheek.

He whispered into the hair. “And if you ARE an animal, Lupin, you’re MY animal now.” He squeezed the ass cheek slightly and waited for a reaction, not wanting to indulge his dominant side too much just yet.

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Remus let the hands and voice sooth him, sinking deeply into contentment. **Only Malfoy could call someone a bitch and make it sound like a compliment.**

Before he could completely pass out from the vast amounts of alcohol he had consumed, Remus roused himself and lifted his head just enough to nudge Lucius’ shirt aside and shower attention on Lucius’ small rosy nipple.

He teased the flesh with his nose a bit before licking tentatively.

Lucius moaned and let his head fall back as Remus’ tongue moved over his sensitive nipple. His hand had slid down to Remus’ cheek at the move and Lucius let it glide into the short hair at his neck, entwining his fingers in it, gently pressing Remus’ head closer to his chest.

Lucius slowly disentangled his left leg from between Remus’ and moved it outwards to catch him fully. With Remus settled between his legs, he pulled him up, one hand cupping his neck and one his ass cheek, until they lay face to face.

Their cocks now only separated by the soft fabric of Lucius’ trousers, their lips only inches apart. Lucius looked into Remus’ feral eyes, mapping the yellow specks in the hazel green depths.

Remus’ breath caught as he was pushed and pulled forward to lie evenly with Lucius. He shivered at the friction the movement caused in his groin, making him wish that there was no cloth between himself and the man beneath him.


As his body settled, he looked down and met Lucius’ strange silvery-grey eyes. He saw lust, and need, and other things that he didn’t want to contemplate in his current state of inebriation.

Experimentally, he circled his hips, and felt a definite stirring in Lucius’ pants. His smile at this was guileless, an expression rarely seen on the jaded werewolf’s face.

Deciding to be himself rather than the subdued man he chose to show the world, Remus laughed joyfully and brought his elbows up to rest on either side of Lucius’ face, his hands burying themselves into the luxurious mass of bright hair.

Eyes sparkling, Remus leaned down and slowly licked Lucius’ face from jawline to brow, delighted at the slight roughness of stubble he found there.


Lucius inhaled sharply as Remus moved his hips. His erection strained against cloth, demanding release from its current prison. But soon Lucius attention was caught by the delightful laughter coming from Remus and the light in the hazel eyes.

He leaned up slightly to capture the delicious lips, but Remus beat him to it and the wet lick sent spikes of fire down into his groin.

“Remus..” Lucius pulled the man’s head down again to face him and kissed him passionately, forcing his tongue into the sweet and still brandy-laced mouth. He crossed his legs behind Remus, pressing him closer, grinding their cocks together. He moaned into Remus’ mouth.

Remus’ tongue snaked between Lucius’ lips, stroking the roof of his mouth slowly, smiling at the moans Lucius made and the sharp spike of ecstasy he scented in the air.

He shifted forward just a bit, still exploring. He felt the legs holding him loosen as Lucius was passionately kissed. Taking advantage of this, he sat up swiftly, straddling Lucius, squeezing his legs together against the firm thighs.

He rocked forward a bit, sliding up and back on the impressive erection between them. His expression turned mischievous as he brought his hands down to fondle Lucius through his trousers. The body beneath him jerked at the contact, and he laughed out loud again.

Running his fingers up and down the covered length, Remus continued rocking his hips languidly, enjoying the sensations coursing through him.
“So, Lucius,” his husky voice split the silence of the room, “Tell me what you want. I’m in a generous mood tonight, but I want you to SAY it.” He increased the pressure in his hands and stroked Lucius more firmly. “Shall I do something about THIS?” Remus moved one hand to glide along the skin just above Lucius’ waistband, and with the other grasped as much of his lover’s erection as he could without freeing it from his pants.

“Remus…yes…” Lucius’ voice was hoarse with desire as Remus grasped him. He was panting unevenly now, his white-knuckled fists clutching the bed covers. He involuntarily jerked upwards as Remus tightened his grip slightly.

“Oh Merlin…” he released the bed covering with one hand and tried to free his cock from its prison himself, but his lover’s hand just batted him away.

Frantic in his lust and craving he bucked against Remus, but to no avail. Somewhere in Lucius’ brain a small coherent thought formed.

**Answer him, god dammit, answer him…answer him…**

Lucius hated to beg but this was too much. Crying out he finally formed the wanted reply “Yes, you bitch, I want you to do something about THIS. S…”

His breath hitched in his throat as his lover moved his hand slightly over Lucius’ abdomen “…Damn you…please…yes….please…” Lucius closed his eyes and hissed “damn you…”

Remus’ mouth quirked evilly as Lucius pleaded. “Oh, Lucius...I’ll do what you want, but only because you beg so prettily.” He swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped his lover’s pants, freeing the throbbing cock. He gasped slightly and widened his eyes. **Who knew that Malfoy’s had this nice package hidden all this time?**

Remus ran his hand over the velvety skin. When he reached the tip, he spread the liquid he found there around a bit, easing the friction. As his partner writhed on the bed, Remus gracefully slid around on his knees until he was straddling Lucius’ chest, his ankles sliding under the broad shoulders, feet resting on either side of Malfoy’s head.

Before Lucius could protest this seemingly weird position, Remus went down on his elbows and engulfed the needy cock into his mouth, sucking strongly on the up-stroke, swirling his tongue over and around on the way back down. The pace was leisurely, teasing.

Remus made quick work of shoving the bothersome trousers down to Lucius’ feet, then returned his hands to rest on the fit, muscular thighs. His strong fingers dug into Lucius’ legs, grasping and releasing in time to his agonizingly slow movements.


Finally finding something to hold on to, Lucius grabbed Remus’ thighs and dug his fingers into the flesh, almost certainly leaving bruises, as currents of ecstasy ravaged through his body, leaving his mind almost blank.

He opened his eyes and was met with a wonderful sight: Remus’ well defined ass, and yes, also Remus’ straining cock, bobbing with every movement he made. Only inches away, Remus was very well situated over his upper chest. Wicked thoughts entered his mind, finally filling the void.

His hands quickly let go of the bruised thighs and skated up his lover’s hips, taking a firm hold on them. He slowly pulled Remus backwards, slightly pausing to moan every time his own cock was sucked into Remus’ hot mouth.

Finally he was able to reach his goal, and just to state that to Remus, he lifted his head slightly and flicked his tongue over the soft scrotum. Then Lucius quickly squeezed one ass cheek with one hand as the other snaked around his lover’s leg and took hold of the throbbing cock, stroking it once.

Remus allowed his lower body to be straightened out a bit, assuming Lucius had something pleasurable in mind. Even so, he was unprepared for the wet swipe over his balls.

“Oh! Yes...” He exclaimed as Lucius’ penis slid out of his mouth. He regained his frazzled composure with a moan as Lucius grasped his cock and stroked it. “Oh, Fuck, Lucius...” he ground out, then he took a deep breath and slid his mouth back down over his partner’s rock-hard erection.

Remus’ toes curled into Lucius’ hair and his skin shivered as all his nerve endings seemed to lead straight to his groin. He shifted his weight slightly to bring one hand up, and carefully cradled Lucius’ balls in his fingers, rolling them gently. In contrast, he scraped his teeth lightly along the heated length in his mouth, pleased when his action was rewarded with a sharp gasp.

He stilled his movement, mouthing the straining head of Lucius’ cock, flicking his tongue rapidly along the slit he found there. He moved his hand up to stroke the shaft as his tongue did it’s best to drive Lucius crazy with need.

He himself found he was moaning almost constantly around the flesh in his mouth, the sensations shooting up from his cock demanding a vocal outlet. **Well, THIS can’t go on too long, or neither of us will last for the main event,** he thought. But oh, what sweet torture it was!

Lucius tried to remember his lover’s name, but he wasn’t even able to remember his own right now. But that didn’t stop him, though, for what was a name? Nothing; but a label to put on a box. Lucius closed his eyes in pure abandon as warmth flowed through him, filling him like molten lave.

Captured by bliss and moaning, he continued to lick and suck the soft skin, at the same time and in the same pace as he stroked the cock in his hand, slowly letting his thumb circle the head every time before descending again.

Unconsciously he had followed his lover’s pace, not being able to set one himself, as he was sucked deeper and deeper into a maelstrom of pleasure. Lucius let his tongue play around the balls before he sucked them into his mouth and gently fondled them with his tongue.

Remus slowly pulled his mouth off of Lucius and sat still just a moment more to savor the feel of his lover’s mouth and hand. He knew something else had to happen or it would all be over. Groaning with momentary disappointment, he levered himself away from Lucius and quickly turned around once more.

Now facing Lucius, he took in the rumpled, fuckable look of his partner. “Lucius, you look fantastic like this,” he whispered, leaning down to ravage that mouth one more time. The kiss was aggressive, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance.

Finally he sat upright again, his lips red and wet, already swelling slightly from the harshness of their last encounter.

Remus, still drunk and now incredibly aroused, smiled radiantly and closed his eyes, raising his arms above his head to stretch languidly. He brought his hands down to Lucius’ chest, trailing his nails down over the planes he found there. His fingers left red lines and he chuckled.

“If I’m to be your bitch after all, Malfoy, you must tell me how you want me.” He shifted quickly, rubbing his hardness against Lucius’. “Or would you rather show me?” Remus brought his arms back up, lacing his fingers behind his head, one eyebrow raised in challenge.

Lucius mourned the loss of Remus’ mouth on his cock, but the fierce kiss had been equally rewarding, leaving him feeling debauched but somehow more collected, his upper brain functions returning. He looked at Remus, straddling him, stretching and ohhhh… shifting against him.

“Fuck, Remus…I just want to fuck the last remnants of wit out of you, finally shutting you up and …” Lucius gasped as his lover shifted again, the challenging look still in the green eyes. “…and then I will make you beg for more.”

Moving swiftly, Lucius rose to a sitting position. A slight dizziness rolled over him, but nevertheless he forcefully took hold of Remus’ arms and reversed the situation. Finally being in a position to do what he wanted, Lucius went for a little revenge.

He pinned Remus’ arms against the bed and smirked. Grinding his erection against his lover’s, he clamped his lips and teeth over one rosy nipple and bit down hard. Hearing the loud cry of pain and lust, he quickly released it again and smiled against it before he slowly licked around it, soothing the taut nub. He released one arm and put his hand to Remus’ slightly parted lips, sliding one finger inside as he continued to lavish attention on the abused nipple.


Remus let out a harsh breath as his back slammed into the mattress. Before he could clear his foggy brain, he found his arms pinned to the bed and felt a sharp pain in one of his nipples. Sharp, yet damn good. He cried out in agony and shock, but soon felt soft wetness easing the hurt. He groaned deep in his throat and didn’t even try to struggle.

As he panted, a finger made its way into his mouth as suction began on his aching nipple. Without realizing it, Remus sucked the digit in time to the pressure on his skin.

All of his senses seemed to mingle together: The feel of Lucius’ cock against his; the wet pressure on his chest; the finger thrusting in and out of his mouth; the strong hand holding one arm pinned to the bed...And that was merely touch! His other senses seemed sharpened as well, the scents of himself and his lover mingling in to one musky, sweaty, arousing jumble; The taste of the flesh in his mouth swirled together with the remnants of brandy and the tang of precum; and the sounds...Oh, God, the sounds...

Remus felt himself drifting on a cushion of passion and liquor...For a moment he knew he was very close to passing out. “Lucius...Lucius...Stop!” His composure was slipping badly, this feeling was new to him. Some unknown force seemed to be pulling him, willing him to let go and slip into insensibility.

As Lucius became aware of his words and began to still, Remus got hold of his emotions and chuckled ruefully.

“Sorry, sorry, don’t stop, I’m fine.” Without hesitation Lucius resumed his attentions.

As the sensual assault renewed on his body, Remus gasped at a sharp and sudden need to be fucked, hard and well. He’d never felt this way before, never wanted that before. He’d be damned if he let Lucius know that he was untouched in that way. **Wouldn’t that just go to his fucking head?** Remus chuckled throatily at himself, but it was short lived and shortly turned into wordless moans of incredible pleasure.

“Lucius!” He groaned, becoming desperate. “Lucius! Now! Fuck me, now, I can’t wait anymore!” He threw his head back and began panting in time to the thrusts against him, which had become increasingly hard, shifting his body up with each push. “Ah...ah...ah...God! PLEASE, Lucius!” Remus hoped Malfoy would make his move, for as the seconds ticked by, he felt more sure that he couldn’t do much more than lie there and take whatever it was his lover chose to give him.


Deeply satisfied with Remus’ outcries, and intent upon heeding them shortly, Lucius withdrew his slick finger from his lover’s mouth and circled it around the other nipple, before he moved his mouth to join it and bit down again. The renewed outcry was immensely arousing and he let his teeth remain a little longer this time, to distract his lover.

He swiftly moved a little to the left, without releasing the bite, and quickly pushed Remus’ leg further away and up with his right hand. The improved access was soon exploited as Lucius reached between them and let the slick finger glide down to the puckered entrance. Just as he slid it inside Remus, he released his teeth from the taut nub began suckling it, drawing it into his mouth and letting his tongue play with it.

Lucius slowly turned the finger and thrust it a little further inside. He moaned against the nipple at the tight pressure as Remus clenched around his finger. It was indeed a long time since Remus had been with anyone, or had he ever…? Lucius would have to be careful…or not.

As his lover relaxed around the finger, he drew it out again and coated three fingers with his own saliva, relishing the taste of Remus. He reached down again and carefully inserted two long slender fingers

Before Remus could react with clenching, Lucius smirked and peeked up at his lover’s face as he purposefully let his fingers brush against Remus’ prostate repeatedly as he moved them back and forth.

Remus screamed out as a totally foreign sensation coursed through him. It was so intensely GOOD, it almost hurt. His back arched hard off the bed as Lucius continued his painful explorations that always ended with a burst of ecstasy.

Remus knew Lucius had his fingers inside him, but how many? And if those hurt, how would his considerable cock feel when he finally pushed it into him? He didn’t care. He had to have Lucius inside him, and not his damn fingers.

Remus reached both arms above his head to grasp the iron bars of the headboard. His hold was so tight that his knuckles paled immediately, the muscles in his arms visibly straining. He flexed his arms with each thrust, attempting to get Lucius’ fingers as deeply in him as he could. It wasn’t deep enough.

Seriously doubting his sanity could hold out much longer, Remus resorted to begging, knowing he would regret it later.

“Oh, God, please, Lucius, NOW! NOW!” He raised his head to stare at Lucius, and the sight made him even more desperate. Malfoy stared back at him, fingers working. And the bastard grinned.

Eyes blazing, Remus’ glare bored into his lover. All dignity thrown to the wayside, he cried out: “Now, Lucius! I’m ready, don’t care if it hurts, WANT it to hurt, NEED you NOW Lucius! Fuck me, ram it into me, Lucius RIGHT NOW! I’m BEGGING YOU!”

Remus arched his neck back, unable to lift it any longer. He bent his knees and growled fiercely, panting and muttering incoherently.


Lucius chuckled against Remus’ heaving chest, and lifted his head again to look at Remus “Only because you beg so prettily, my love”. He held his wand hand still for a second, aimed inside Remus and whispered “Lubricatis minora”. Satisfied with the result, he withdrew his fingers and rose to a kneeling position between his lover’s legs, shortly taking in the breathtaking sight in front of him.

He lifted Remus’ hips from the bed. “Put your legs around me, love,” he whispered, more demanding than requesting. Remus obliged and folded his legs loosely around Lucius’ back. Lucius positioned himself against the tight opening and glanced up at his lover’s face.

Slowly, ohhh… so painfully slowly he pushed the head of his slick cock inside with a deep moan. Sweat ran down his face and his chest as he tried to restrain himself from simply pounding into that hot, delicious tightness.

He paused, reached around Remus’ leg and took the neglected cock into his hand. He stroked it gently, and when his lover began relaxing, he began pushing deeper, “oh… God… so tight… so good… “ Panting, Lucius threw his head back and closed his eyes, focusing solely on moving slowly inside and on Remus. Finally he was buried to the hilt and let out a low groan.

Again he paused, not trusting himself fully to be able to go through with another move without climaxing. Lucius took a deep calming breath, drew out and then began thrusting into Remus, stroking the straining cock. First slowly, but then steadily faster and harder, gasping and moaning his lover’s name with every move.

Remus snickered breathily as Lucius threw his own mocking words back in his face. Deciding for the time being to follow his partner’s orders, he locked his ankles together behind Lucius’ broad back, allowing his lover ample access to him. He glowered down through slitted eyes, waiting for penetration of a sort he’d never felt before. As he realized the tip of that wonderful cock was nudging at him, his gaze locked with Lucius’.

Remus couldn’t help but squeeze his eyes shut as that sizeable length pushed into him agonizingly slowly. He grimaced at the intense wash of pain that engulfed him, not knowing whether it would ease if his partner went slower or faster.

“Lucius! Move, Lucius! Hurts, fuck! Hurts...” He wondered briefly if he had just unintentionally let Malfoy know this was his first time taking anyone into himself. Given the circumstances, that a considerably large penis was currently shoving its way into a very small opening on his body, Remus decided he’d worry about that later.

Suddenly a large hand grasped his erection and started pumping away. Taking his mind off the discomfort, this allowed Remus to relax his muscles and let Lucius the rest of the way in. He heard that cultured voice moaning about how good it felt, and shivers went up his spine. He hoped that he could soon honestly say the same, but for this moment in time, his ass was on fire.

A few moments more, and he felt Lucius’ balls settle against his ass. **Finally, God, that seemed like forever...** He squirmed on the bed, opening his eyes to see his lover poised above him, head thrown back, eyes shut; he looked like a god himself, with that amazing hair streaming around his face, his high cheekbones flushed with passion. He was utterly still, from the hand around Remus’ cock to the fingers digging into his thigh.

“Lucius!” Remus gasped. “Please, move, please fuck me, Lucius...” As his partner did just that, the pain eased off slowly, replaced by a feeling of pressure and fullness. Then the man above him shifted his hips a bit and drove in at a different angle.

Remus’ eyes flew open and he arched off the bed violently as a current of ecstasy exploded inside of him. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but every time Lucius thrust into him, the feeling returned, more intense with every stroke.

Remus’ eyes glazed over as he was thoroughly fucked. His hands still grasped the headboard, knuckles dead white from his grip. He heard a guttural growling howl echo in the room every time Lucius pounded into him. He laughed maniacally as it registered that this cry was coming from himself.

“Lu-Lu-Lucius! You...made...me...h-h-howl...after...a-a-all!” He gasped out, his words expelling with each thrust into his now eager body.

Remus’ words intoxicated Lucius, urged him with frantic demands. But when the howls filled the room he almost stilled, startled by the unusual sound. He looked down at Remus in disbelief, which quickly turned into the famed smirk as he was reminded of his lover’s earlier taunt.

“Yes, Lupin..” deep hard thrust in

“it certainly…” slowly out again

“seems…” shallow thrust and fast out again

“that way…” deep quick thrust

“and…” slowly out

“you will…” very very slow in again

“howl again...”

Lucius’ smooth voice broke at the last word as he almost withdrew completely when his own teasing brought him frighteningly close to climaxing

**notyetnotyetnotyet** his mind chanted. Suddenly Lucius just needed to be much closer to Remus. He wanted to feel his lover’s skin against his own, no, he craved it. Almost as if acting upon instinct, Lucius buried himself as deeply as he could in his lover and then slowly began leaning forward to cover Remus’ writhing body with his own.

He released Remus’ cock and thigh and let his spread fingers glide up over the taut abdomen, the heaving chest, the muscled arms until his fingers reached Remus’ wrists and they lay chest against chest, nose against nose. Lucius wrapped his slender fingers over his lover’s hands on the iron bars, tilted his head slightly to the side and kissed Remus passionately, still not moving inside him.

As the kiss deepened, Lucius almost withdrew his cock again, only to thrust hard back in, once. He groaned into Remus’ mouth. The climax was still very near, he could feel his muscles tense as his nerve endings started to tingle everywhere, from his scalp to his toes. He had never experienced anything like that before. With a gasp Lucius drew out of the kiss.

A loud unearthly howl again filled the room. With an expression of pure satisfaction he smiled down at Remus who lay with open mouth and closed eyes, gasping for air as Lucius was.

**By Merlin, he is beautiful** that thought almost sent Lucius over the edge, but before his body could make up its mind, he claimed Remus’ mouth again and started fucking him in wild abandon, brushing hard against the prostate with every move.

Soon his mind exploded in ecstasy, filling it with stars of unimaginable brightness. His body tensed, he threw back his head and let out a hoarse wordless cry as he thrust once more, releasing himself deeply into Remus in hot pulses.

Remus went boneless as his whole body began to tingle. It was almost as if a low level electrical shock was coursing through him, centered around the pounding in his ass.

As Lucius lowered his body onto his, their sweat-slicked skin gliding together, Remus closed his eyes and saw flashes of light beneath his eyelids. His cock throbbed, demanding release, the movement of their bodies creating a warm channel between them.

Hands covered his on the headboard as a hot mouth crashed down onto his parted lips, tongue searching and finding. The cock inside him withdrew slowly and then pounded with incredible force back into him, and Remus lost it.

The flickers behind his eyes burned orange flame as he truly and loudly howled out his pleasure, the sound causing his skin to shiver and go clammy. He had never produced that particular noise in human form – So incredible was this occurrence that his brain took special notice of it even though he was far beyond coherent thought.

Lucius stilled as well, pulling his head up momentarily before attacking his mouth again and fucking him hard with wild, fervent thrusts.

Remus panted for breath, knowing he was riding a fine line between consciousness and hyperventilation. Needing as much air as he could gulp, he let his mouth fall open and tried to convince his lungs to function.

His hands clenched spasmodically under Lucius’ as he felt a hot burst of wetness fill him. His lover cried out above him and went rigid, thrusting into him one last time. The brilliance behind his eyelids continued to swirl, growing brighter by the moment, and the electricity running through him surged, knocking the wind out of him.

Remus’ breath hitched as he tried to suck in air when his own pleasure shot out of him, sliding between their bellies in warm, slick stream.

The lights that had sparked in his vision became one blinding flash of red and he went stiff as a powerful shock tore through his body when his climax hit him. Remus felt one extended moment of pure, never before known pleasure, flinching inwardly at the intensity of the light flooding his brain, then he sagged against the bed. **Well THAT’S never happened before,** he thought groggily.

Lying very still but for his heaving chest, the joy of satisfaction still glowing within him, Remus felt a slow tendril of foreboding creep upon him.

**Something very bizarre just happened here,** he registered as his brain came back online. His eyes rejected his trying to open them; his body clearly refused to move at all.

He briefly heard a concerned voice say his name, but before he could answer, the lights before his eyes receded, taking him down into darkness with them.

Lucius felt his lover contract painfully around him, milking the last remnants of passion out of him, as Remus came in hot spurts between them. Then the body beneath him went still, only raggedly gasping for air. Coming slowly out of his own orgasm, dizzy and lightheaded, Lucius looked down, expecting to find Remus’ green eyes looking back at him.

He was met by an empty expression, eyes closed, mouth open, the head lolled to the side. **By God, has he passed out?** a little pride snug into Lucius’ mind. **That was unexpected!** He smiled as he released Remus’ hands, rested his weight on one elbow as he used the free hand to brush away a stray lock from his lover’s forehead. No reaction.

Lucius frowned; “Remus?” cupping Remus’ cheek with his hand he turned the head to face him. “Remus!” he spoke a little more insistent now, demanding a response. Concern replaced pride as there still was no reaction. Remus was breathing all right and his pulse was evident on his throat, so what could this be?

Lucius withdrew carefully from Remus and then pried the still tightly clenched hands away from the iron bars. He folded his arms behind his lover’s back and pulled him up, embracing him and cupping the back of his head, to prevent it from falling back. Sitting up, he closely studied Remus’ face, searching for signs of returning consciousness. Speaking louder this time, Lucius renewed his demand “LUPIN! Are you with me here?”

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Remus lay in a field of yellow flowers, a slight breeze stirring the myriad scents of flora and fauna around him. He breathed in deeply, smiling at how good it felt to be outdoors, to be free, to be one of nature’s creatures.

The thought briefly touched his mind that he should not be able to warm his fur in the sunlight, as he was strictly a night-creature...**Worry later. Feel now,** his mind told him.

He rolled around lazily, his gray-flecked auburn fur luxurious against the bright green grass. Snuffling with delight, he suddenly smelled a new scent...a scent that could only belong to /another/.

Confused, he stilled. His kind stalked alone, and most beasts and mankind knew to stay away from him. Who could this be, this other who intruded on his peace so carelessly?

Remus rolled up on all fours, growling. Taking an aggressive stance, he glared at the intruder.

The newcomer was a wolf of roughly his size and age, with startlingly white-blonde fur that hung longer than his own. The feral eyes were silver-grey, intelligent, challenging.

Slowly, this new beast stalked toward him, neither overtly dominant nor submissive. He stopped nose to nose with Remus, then licked his cheek.

Recognizing this stranger as somehow his superior, Remus did the only thing he knew to do. He lay gently down on his side, baring his throat in submission.

The silver wolf joined him, accepting his show of good faith. Sounds of contentment came from both of them. They lay together, warming themselves in the bright summer sun.

~~~

Sighing, Remus opened his eyes...And found himself being held tightly by a very agitated sounding Lucius cupping his head and staring straight at him.

Feeling drained of energy in a way he had never even felt after returning to human form after the full moon, Remus mustered enough will to bring one hand up to Lucius’ cheek in reassurance. He blinked slowly, focusing.

“Lucius...Sleep...” His eyes fluttered closed as his body tried to shut down. “Have to...sleep....” He raised his arms and pulled Malfoy by the shoulders as he lowered himself back down onto the bed. “Stay...”

Before he could find out whether he would be waking up alone or not, Remus fell into a deep, tranquil sleep, knowing he would see those silver eyes again before he woke.

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As Remus finally opened his eyes, Lucius felt overwhelming relief that overshot his concern by several lengths. That feeling stunned him.

*Why…?*

But it was quickly forgotten when the soft caress over his cheek reassured him, that yes, Remus was indeed here with him, and his low husky voice bidding Lucius to sleep…to stay…

*Stay?*

Lucius let himself be drawn down. He was fairly certain that Remus actually slept before his head hit the pillow.

When Lucius once again lay upon his partner, he wondered *Why should I stay?* Resting on his elbows he looked down at the beautiful and calm face below him. His stomach clenched a little at the sight. Lucius frowned *this cannot be…* he rolled away from Remus and lay on his back next to the sleeping man.

He looked at the ceiling above him, trying to pry some wisdom from it. Nothing. Lucius had only felt like this once before, and had been devastated by the rejection. And the source of the feeling had been the same; Remus.
Could he risk this again, or should he just shake it off as a very pleasurable experience and resume his life?

*My life…* Lucius sneered inwardly at himself *what life? Cooped up at Hogwarts, surrounded by annoying children, nosy professors and one very vexing Headmaster.* He smirked slightly *Maybe I have convinced Remus to return. He DID pass out, didn’t he…?* Lucius chuckled *Must have been rather good then.*

The implications of Remus’ possible return to Hogwarts partly exhilarated him

*What?*

And partly dismayed him

*What then?*

He turned his face back to look at his sleeping lover

*yes, lover!*

Lucius decided it would have to wait until tomorrow to contemplate all this. Right now, all he wanted was to enjoy the moment and snuggle up to Remus, hold him tight, and

Just. Possibly. Never. Let. Him. Go. Again.

Lucius rolled over onto his side, and pulled the sleeping man closer, turning him around on the side and folding him into his embrace, molding his body along Remus’ back.

He shivered slightly *Cold!*

Slowly, so as not to wake Remus, he rose slightly. The shirt he was still wearing, open down the front and soaked with sweat, chilled him. He pulled it off and discarded it on the floor behind him. Then he disentangled the rumpled bedcover that had slid down to the end of the bed during their…

*lovemaking?*

from their legs and pulled it over them.

As he snaked his arms around Remus again, one hand on his chest and one on his abdomen, he sighed. Lucius nuzzled against the soft skin on his lover’s neck, inhaled the sweet and somehow familiar scent there as he kissed it, before he closed his eyes and drifted off into sleep.

Finis