Wanting Remus

Snape was grinning evilly at him, and Harry was creeped out by it.

"What do you want?" he asked belligerently.

Snape brushed down the seat of the bench Harry was seated on and sat down next to him, gazing idly over the beautiful valley at their feet. In the foreground the beribboned marquees fluttered in the breeze, the flattened and scuffed grass around them the only sign of the festivities held there earlier in the day.

"Your best friend and his wife are on their honeymoon and here sits the best man, hero of the wizarding world, pining all alone." Snape curled his lip, but somehow Harry couldn't take it as seriously as he had in the past.

"I've brought you a present," Snape said.

Harry looked incredulously at him.

"I know what you want, and I know how you can get it." Snape eyed Harry's increasingly suspicious face with offensive amusement. "I don't need this information any more, and you and your little friends DID end up saving my life, so Kingsley and I decided that I should share it with you. Use it how you will."

Harry closed his eyes, wondering if he was even more of a lightweight drinker than he had realised, but opened them again as Snape snapped his fingers under his nose, and leaned in, the strong smell of herbs and pickling solution belying any notion that this might be a bizarre dream or hallucination.

"Remus Lupin likes his partners pre-fucked."

Snape suddenly had all of Harry's attention.

"I've seen your attempts at seduction and I can tell you they won't work - UNLESS you turn up on his doorstep with another man's cum fresh in your arse - even better, two men's cum in your arse. Do that, take your clothes off and prepare to be split in two by the largest cock in Britain."

Snape patted his shoulder. "Kingsley and I will be in Japan for the next two weeks. Good luck!"

Harry struggled to find words, but Snape was gone.

* * *

There wasn't another soul Harry could discuss this with. God - who would he tell? Was it true, or was it some wild prank by Snape?

How would Snape know, anyway? Harry blushed. Oh... Suddenly third year looked a whole lot different. So...

What if it was true?

Harry had been fantasising about Remus since third year, but after Tonks' death it had really gotten out of control. Never mind the man's age or his toddler son, never mind Harry's grumpy ex-girlfriend still trying to work out where things had gone wrong. There was just something about Remus that Harry couldn't look past. Something that made him want to roll Remus in the grass and take whatever Remus would let him have.

Harry wasn't a virgin, but then again he didn't have a lot of experience, and even less with men than with girls. He'd never picked up a man in a bar, and how else was he to turn up on Remus' doorstep 'pre-fucked'? He could scarcely knock on George Weasley's doorstep and ask for a quickie, could he?

Actually, he could.

Actually, about a week later, he did. George laughed until he cried when he heard why, and flooed Lee Jordan to come over and lend a hand. Harry thoroughly enjoyed himself with them. It was clear that they still missed Fred, but on the other hand the practicalities of a threesome were second nature to them.

Harry told them everything that Snape had told him, swearing them to secrecy because - not only was it embarrassing, but - if it was true, Harry scarcely wanted word to get out!

"Largest cock in Britain!" George sniggered, "We'd better get you good and oiled up, mate! How do you feel about double penetration?"

They were surprisingly gentle lovers, and when Harry found himself rocking on George's cock with Lee inching in beside it, he felt the burn with unalloyed greedy pleasure. His arse was stretched well beyond what he had ever dreamed of asking of it before, but the freckled and the brown cock were slick and delicious inside of him. He arched between them, whimpering and Lee leaned down to lick his collarbone as George whispered filthy - and sometimes fucking hilarious - words in his ear.

"Beautiful Harry, you look so good like that. I'd like to take a picture of you all sweaty and straining on my cock like this! I could get a million galleons for a photo like that but I'd keep it locked in my bedside table and wank to it every night," George said.

Lee grinned. "You should see what he DOES have in his bedside table," he said enigmatically.

George groaned and his hips began to lose their rhythm as he rode the final wave of pleasure and came, triggering Lee and Harry to follow suit. They sagged together in a sweaty, cum-streaked pile until their breathing had slowed enough for Lee to elbow George in the ribs and tell him to move before someone lost a limb to lack of circulation. Lee was studying Healing at St Mungos, so Harry grunted and wondered if that was really possible.

"I'd offer you a shower, mate, but it sounds as if you're better off going without," George said, when he was curled up with his head on Lee's stomach.

Harry unkinked his neck and stretched to make sure that all his bits were still attached, prompting Lee to lean over and lick a few stripes of cum from his chest as he began to stand up and look for his clothes.

"Come back any time, Harry," Lee grinned and George nodded. "Yeah mate, any time. Come back if it doesn't work out with Remus, eh?"

Harry nodded. Hazily he thought that even if Remus wasn't interested Snape's advice had given him quite a lot of pleasure already.

* * *

Shivering on Remus' doorstep, however, the scheme seemed mad. Why had he believed Snape, of all people? He was taking Snape's advice on seducing Remus. It had to be a joke. He looked around suspiciously for a camera or a familiar bug.

His nerve might have failed him, but at that moment Remus opened the door and invited him in.

"Harry! Is there something wrong?"

It was eleven o'clock at night, and Remus was wrapped in an old striped dressing-gown.

"No, no. Is Teddy asleep?" Harry stuttered.

Remus locked the door with a wave of his wand and turned to face his visitor. "Of course! He's been in bed for hours. What can I do for you Harry? Have you been drinking..."

He tailed off, his face changing as he failed to smell alcohol on Harry's breath. Something flickered in his eyes and Harry knew what Remus had smelled on him.

Harry took a deep breath and vanished his clothes. He was either going to be deeply humiliated in the next few minutes, or he was going to gain his heart's desire.

Remus' mouth opened in shock and Harry took two quick steps forward and pressed his mouth to Remus' lower lip. "Please, Remus," he said shakily. "Oh please!"

Remus whimpered against his face and then slightly altered his angle to slip his tongue inside Harry's mouth. Harry practically sobbed with relief as he kissed back, tasting tea and chocolate biscuits and Remus.

He fumbled with Remus' dressing gown until it fell open to reveal a nightshirt, which Harry could hike up to gain access to the enormous cock which Snape had promised him. Hot and hard it fell into his hands, and Harry stroked its velvety softness, smelling the musk of Remus' arousal as it drifted up.

Remus cursed against his hair, "Are you sure, Harry?" he gritted out.

Harry let go of his prize and took Remus' hand. "Bedroom now," he stated simply, and together they fled into a small shabbily-outfitted room where the bed took up most of the space. Harry certainly wasn't going to complain about that.

He threw himself onto the bed, legs wide and welcoming, and Remus bent immediately to his hole, sniffing and licking with little grunting noises. His tongue prodded inside the loosened ring, tasting, and Harry could hear his breathing was fast and heavy.

"Oh, Harry," he groaned. "God I shouldn't."

"Yes you bloody well should," Harry insisted, "after all the trouble I went to get you here."

Remus rubbed his stubbly face sensuously against Harry's thigh and oh-so-carefully bit into the crease where his groin and thigh met.

"I want you, Harry." His mouth slid up Harry's hip and dragged across to the tip of Harry's aching cock. He let out a little moan as he took Harry's tip into his mouth and sucked gently, tongue flickering in and out of every crevice of the head.

Harry whimpered. "Remus, please Remus," and Remus seemed to understand because he slid up Harry's body to his mouth again, bringing Harry's knees up to meet his shoulders and exposing his arse.

"I can't wait, this first time. I don't want to. Is that OK?"

Harry forced words past a throat which just wanted to sob with pleasure.

"Yes, yes! I want you in me, please."

Remus flexed his hips, one hand reaching down to position his cock and then he was driving inside Harry's slick, used hole, deeper than Harry would have believed possible. Harry strained every muscle, pressing into the body flexing above him. And then Remus twisted his hips and pressed even deeper. Harry let out a wail of pure pleasure, pressing his mouth into Remus' shoulder to stifle the noise.

"Yes," he sobbed. "Remus!"

Remus pulled almost out and slid in again and Harry thought he might black out from the pleasure of it. In a sensual haze he abandoned time and space, abandoned words and and thought, and flung himself into the maelstrom. There was only joy and ecstasy, rolling and gathering with every thrust Remus made inside him until soon - far too soon - Remus let out a hoarse cry and shuddered his own completion buried deep inside Harry.

Harry wrapped possessive legs and arms around the warm weight of Remus on him.

"'m I too heavy?" Remus slurred.

"No," Harry gasped. "Not letting you go."

Remus let out a huff of laughter. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Better not," Harry warned, and fell asleep.

Remus felt the warm restraints fall away as Harry's slumber deepened. His cock contracted until it was barely inside Harry and he gently levered himself off, trying not to wake the unexpected guest in his bed. Harry whimpered and reached for him without waking, and Remus lay down facing him, allowing the younger man to curve into him, possessive even in sleep.

"Potters," he said, his mouth sardonic but warm. "Bloody relentless in pursuit, the lot of you. I'm probably stuck with you now."

He didn't actually look as if he minded all that much.