Chosen

Hello. I posted this before under a different name. I promise that I didn't steal this. R&R, people.

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Remus realized, with a sense of growing unease, that he was jealous. The green-eyed monster had him firmly in her grasp, tearing apart his soul and devouring his self control. He couldn't place any one thing that had him feeling so out of sorts, which unnerved him. He was a man of control; quiet, studious, and for lack of a better word, boring. He wasn't one to give in to emotions such as anger or jealousy. The alien feelings tore at him, making him grumpy and irritable, more so than when the full moon was upon him. His friends were bewildered, and left him to his own devices, deeming to stay away from the moody werewolf.

After nearly three days in the clutches of his new mistress, he discovered the source of the strange emotion. Long, wind-swept black hair and slate grey eyes. Delicate, feminine fingers and dainty wrists. High aristocratic cheekbones and pale pink lips. A slender body slouched into a crimson chair, one hand stretched across the surface of the table, fingers drumming an unknown melody against the scratched wood. A rich, sultry voice, more suited for the bedroom than the common room. It hit him then, the truth. The hair, the eyes, the fingers, the wrists, the cheekbones and the lips, the body, the voice, belonged to Remus' best friend. His jealousy had a name, and it was Sirius Black.

The revelation made him collapse on to a conveniently placed couch, mouth agape in shock. Sirius, ever oblivious, continued to talk to his companion, a girl Remus couldn't identify but knew was in 5th year, who had his attention. They were holding hands now, his thumb stroking the curve of her knuckles. Remus blinked in rapid succession, trying to clear his eyes of the now ever present red film. He couldn't look away from the scene in front of him, and his chest began to ache in a way he was unfamiliar with as Sirius threw his head back and laughed. The motion bared his slender throat, causing Remus' jaw to clench, a soft growl fighting to erupt.

His actions startled him, and he shook his head to clear his thoughts. He had never reacted to Sirius, or anyone for that matter, in such a way before. The wolf, buried deeply in his subconscious, battered against its barriers, trying in vain to escape. Remus gripped the cushions beneath him, fighting a silent battle that only he understood. The moon was nearly three weeks away; usually at this time, the wolf was silent. He had been told, once when he was younger, possibly 13 or 14, that this time would come. He had laughed it off, not believing for an instant that it would actually occur. He wasn't laughing now. Moony, his wolfish counter-part, had finally chosen his mate.

For a second Remus felt like laughing and crying at the same time. He wanted to deny the claim, to push away the obvious and hide behind his books like he normally did. As the wolf prowled in his mind, growling and bashing his cage, Remus accepted the inevitable, praying to whatever God there was to kill him now, before he destroyed the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Sirius....

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He was sweating, gasping, dying. Rain fell on his naked back, sliding over taut muscles and a rigid spine before finally mingling with sweat to pool at the small of his back. He threw his head back and groaned, overwhelmed by sensation. His hands flailed for purchase in the wet, windy air before finding the soft loamy soil beneath his knees. His left hand fell to the ground, grasping grass, leaves and mud. His right flew to his cock, fisting his burgeoning erection.

He pumped his hips furiously into his fist, spreading pre-cum and rain along his length. The rain fell in torrents; thick, huge drops that raised steam and goosebumps on his heated flesh. Remus groaned once more and closed his eyes, hanging his head in submission to the wolf inside. He pictured Sirius beneath him; black hair, pink lips, straining body, Quidditch-toned thighs splayed and trembling. Remus could almost feel the other man's erection against his own; hot, turgid and mine.

He bit his lip as phantom Sirius bucked his hips, moaning. Remus squeezed his cock tighter in his grasp, swirling his thump over the slit at the top. In his mind, he took Sirius over and over, plunging into the honeyed depths of the man's arse and mouth, branding his friend with his cum. He opened his eyes and knew that the wolf was dangerously close to the surface by how his normally amber orbs glowed neon yellow, reflecting off of the wet ground. His left hand clenched around a rock, nails breaking with the force of his grip. Remus humped his hand mindlessly, images of Sirius flashing through his head.

He gives in and strokes harder, thrusts faster, groans louder. The wolf is growling, drowning out the noise around and inside him. Mine! the monster bellows, and sends Remus a picture of Sirius on his knees, head slung forward with his neck bared, skin flushed a dull red, panting and naked as RemusMoony pounds into his arse, tight, hot and ours. The image sets him off, and with one last desperate whimper, one frantic thrust of his hips, he explodes, semen falling to the ground in thick white spurts. Just when he thinks he can't cum anymore, his back arches and another wave hits him, harder, faster, better than before, cum surging through his cock and to the earth.

Dimly, he hears howling, and realizes that it is coming from him, his throat scratchy and parched despite the rain pouring from the heavens. Remus collapses to the soil, limbs limp and heavy. He drags air in through his mouth; the huge gulps one would take after almost drowning, desperate to fill his needy lungs. Before he surrenders to the bone-weary exhaustion beating at him from the inside, he realizes that he is unsatisfied, and he aches. His eyes water, and the tears blend in with the rain, washing away his sin.

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Sometime later he awakes, shivering and numb. The rain had stopped, but not before the elements had soaked Remus to the bone. He rubbed his eyes with his forearm and gingerly sat up, wary of causing himself any more pain. The fingers on his left hand throbbed, nails cracked and crusted with a mixture of dirt and blood. He turned his head, searching for his clothes. Remus found them a meter away and pulled them close, the lump wet and partially ripped. In his earlier haste he had torn the buttons from his oxford shirt in the process of removing it, rendering the cloth useless.

"Damn," he whispered, voice hoarse.

He groped in the pockets of his slacks, pulling his wand free and murmuring a drying spell on his clothes. He left his body alone, lacking the strength the cast a scourgify. He stood up, swaying, and fell against a tree, using it for balance until he could stand on his own. After some strength had returned to his limbs he pulled on his pants and shirt, leaving the latter open against his chest. His school robe came next, and he was grateful for the warmth the coarse wool provided.

Remus had no shoes, for he had abandoned them in the dorm to escape unheard, and he padded barefoot to the castle, refusing to glance at the forest behind him and to think about what he had done. He made it to the front door without any problems, thanking the cover of night that aided him. Before he knew it, the Fat Lady was before him, he had whispered the password, and had stumbled into the Gryffindor common room. No one met him on the other side except for the fire, which wrapped him in a cocoon of warmth.

He nodded at the house elf plumping the pillows on one of the many couches; the elf bowed back, used to Remus' late hours. The clock above the mantle read two A.M. Remus ran a hand through his damp, dirty hair and figured that a hot shower was needed. He made it to his dormitory undisturbed and gathered pajamas and a threadbare towel from the trunk at the foot of his bed. He was almost to the bathroom when he heard a whisper of cloth and froze before slowly turning around.

Sirius stood in front of him, a few meters away, chest bare and sprinkled with black hair, his bottoms resting low on his lean hips. Remus devoured his friend with his eyes, taking in the toned muscles and tan flesh that was creamy in the lack of light. Sirius walked towards him, a question in his dark eyes. Remus swallowed thickly and let the animagus come closer, the scent of warm skin and Sirius invading his nostrils. Finally, after what felt like hours, his friend stood before him, sleep tousled hair and sleek body torturing Remus' battered psyche.

"Moony, where were you? You've been gone for ages. Why is you hair wet?" Sirius' voice was sleep husky and deep, like red wine, and Remus could almost taste it.

Remus shrugged, not willing to tell his friend that he had been masturbating to thoughts of him.

"I went out, Padfoot. It was raining."

Sirius raised an elegant eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. His gaze swept over Remus' form from the ground up. Remus knew that he looked a fright; muddy feet, dirt-smeared slacks, open shirt, slightly damp robe, bloodied fingernails and dripping hair. Remus was ridiculously glad for the rain now, as it had hopefully masked the scent of sex and sin that he felt was buried in his marrow. Long, slender fingers grasped a part of his shirt, rubbing the buttonless material between thumb and forefinger. Remus sucked in a breath as Sirius' hand inadvertently grazed his naked flesh, warm and solid.

"What happened to your shirt?"

Remus stayed silent, unable to think of an excuse, and watched as Sirius' eyes widened and his trademark smirk stretched his lips, his fingers falling away from the torn cloth. Sirius leaned close, face mere inches away, cheeks colored pink and eyes sparkling.

"Remus, old friend, did you get laid?" The tone was teasing, and Sirius was too close.

Remus shook his head, blushing, and backed away. Sirius followed and cornered him against the bathroom door. Without any warning at all, Sirius grasped Remus' shoulders tightly and held him in place, and then pressed his nose against Remus' collar. Remus felt his cock stir at the contact of warm nose on chilled skin, and felt Sirius take a deep breath, chest expanding, blowing warm air from his mouth against Remus' collarbone.

"Moony, you smell like sex! Who was it? What's the lucky birds' name? Do I know her?" The questions came fast, like a whip, with Sirius' growing excitement, his grin wide and breath sweet, smelling of mint.

"I-" Remus began, throat tight and fingers clenched around his pajamas and towel, leaving his knuckles white and bloodless. He shook his head again, eyes wide.

Dammit! What do I do now? Fuck!

Sirius waited, grin still in place, energy radiating off of him in waves. When it became obvious that Remus wasn't going to answer, a pout replaced the grin, the sight causing Remus to silently groan. It was unbearably sexy, Sirius' pout. He clenched his teeth, scrabbling behind him for the doorknob, eager to get away, to escape.

"Remus, come on. Who was it? Tell me." a pause and then "Mooooooooooony..." Sirius whined, fingers digging into Remus' shoulders painfully, lips soft and bloody pouting.

"Sirius... let me go. I'm tired, and I want a shower. Please, let go." Remus whispered, eyes closed tight, voice wobbly and unstable, unable to take the sight of begging eyes and pouting mouth.

Sirius released him with an indignant huff, and Remus cautiously opened his eyes. Hurt flashed across the animagus' face, leaving Remus with a sick, heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach. When his friend spoke, pain and confusion clung to his words.

"Why don't you talk to me anymore, Remus? You've been ignoring me, and I can't figure out why. Have I done something wrong?" Anguished grey eyes met amber, and Remus felt his heart lurch at the sight. Sirius was a strong, proud man, and never before had Remus seen him like this, so close to tears and nearly begging.

Remus had been... different around Sirius for a little over a week; since the day he had realized what the wolf wanted. Before, he and Sirius had had an easy friendship, full of playful touches and late nights planning numerous pranks. Since that day 9 days ago, Remus no longer touched Sirius or spent time alone with him, afraid that he would give in to the wolf and claim him. He was afraid of Sirius, afraid for Sirius, his best friend, and the unknown power he held. Remus had been pushing him away without giving any reason behind his behavior. He swallowed thickly and let his head fall back against the door, staring blindly at the ceiling.

"Padfoot, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you. There's... something going on, but I can't tell you. It's not your fault, and you haven't done anything wrong, I promise." His voice was thin and pained, barely more than a whisper. He wished that he could tell Sirius, that he could explain everything, but he feared that the truth would drive the other man away. If such a thing happened, Remus would be unable to live with himself, and his grief would destroy him.

Remus dropped his head back down and met Sirius' eyes, begging him to understand. He reached out and briefly touched the others' shoulder, trying to reassure him with shaking fingers. Sirius captured Remus' wrist before he could safely pull away, clenching the bones painfully. Sirius' hand was warm, seeping heat into Remus' frozen flesh.

"Remus... Why can't you tell me? We're best mates, aren't we?"

"Of course we are, Sirius."

"Then talk to me, dammit!" Sirius' voice rose, fingers wrapping tighter around the werewolf's wrist. Peter snored and James huffed and Sirius stepped closer so that he wouldn't have to yell, their bodies almost touching. Remus drew in a sharp breath; mainly because of the pain shooting from his wrist, but also from the overwhelming heat pouring off of Sirius.

"I... I can't. Sirius, I can't. I'm so sorry."

Remus twisted his arm, releasing his wrist, and grabbed the doorknob resting next to his hip. It turned in his grasp and the door opened, oiled hinges making no sound. He walked backwards into the room, hand held in front of him to keep Sirius at a safe distance, tiles cold beneath his feet. Sirius made a move to follow, but before he could enter, Remus pushed the door shut and locked it, glad that this was one door immune to magic.

He heard a thwack on the solid oak, realizing that Sirius had hit the door when he heard a low moan of pain and a huff of frustration from the other side. He ignored the noise and set his things on the counter, turned to the showers and entered a stall after stripping, leaving his clothes on the floor in a wet heap. Remus turned the water to the hottest temperature he could stand, rinsing away the dirt, blood, rain and traces of semen that clung to his body. He wished, foolishly, that he could melt and slide down the drain to be washed away, never to return.

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