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Harry Potter Fanfiction… A Missing Piece of Puzzle By:
Kuroneko89 Betta:
Balthazor66 Disclaimer:
Harry Potter and all its characters belong to JK Rowling. I am most certainly
not making a penny out of this. Rating:
NC-17 Genre:
Romance/Angst Warning:
This is a slash, in other words: male-to-male relationship. If you do not fancy
reading this kind of fic, do not read. Summary:
He was gone, forever, and suddenly this world turned cold. Two people of the
same fate met and filled each other’s loneliness with a new piece of
perfection, like a piece of puzzle. HarryxRemus. R&R please. A/N: I
know this is a very unusual pairing…but please stop by this fic and read it.
I’ve seen many deaths of my dearest people and suddenly I really feel like
writing this kind of fic…lol… I am
not coming from a country that has English as their mother tongue (In other
words, I’m not a native speaker and I suck in English) so please have mercy at
my bad English, especially grammar mistakes and inappropriate words (words used
not in the correct places (U know…that might be the result of using
thesaurus)). And also…some OOCness might occur… [A
Missing Piece of Puzzle] is a one-shot, unless the people want me to continue. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The
day was settling into a dawn. The sun was slipping gently towards the horizon,
slowly leaving the world with beautiful streaks of gold and vermilion colors.
Soon enough, darkness fell, and the stars began to fill out the sky, shining
like diamonds spread on a dark blue silk carpet. The night was relatively warm,
being one of the most beautiful summer Friday nights many people in the world
would certainly look forward to. Except
for one person. He was
watching the end of the light slowly with a sigh; a longing look crept onto
those brown eyes of his. His skin was pale. His body was very skinny and his
face looked pointy and miserable. He was wearing a very shabby looking-robe that
looked like it had been worn for more than ten years. Any
person who happened to be passing him that very moment would doubt his sanity.
Luckily, the place he was in was so deserted. And cold. Even in a warm summer
night like that, the room was cold. Too cold for his own liking. There
was one particular reason why Remus J Lupin did not look forward to such a
beautiful night like this. It was the day of full moon. The big, round pearl
like resident of the sky could rise up to the sky any moment and turned him into
a wolf. The werewolf shook his head unconsciously. No one in the world would
like to bear the fear of turning into a wolf every once a month. He had to lock
himself up in a deserted place to restrain himself from attacking people and
thus created other people who would share the same fate with him. His kind heart
could not allow this. Remus
was looking at the sky with slight fear in his orbs as an unconscious sob
escaped his mouth. It had been three months. Three months since the death of a
handsome black haired Azkaban escaper, Sirius Black, his bestfriend… His
lover. The
only thing that managed to keep the pale man’s sanity was the presence of his
Animagus friends, his old friends from school who were laughing and joking
together with him as he grew up. A sob
came out harder than before as Remus grew aware that he was crying silent tears.
He shook his head disapprovingly, but nonetheless let the salty tears ran down
his skeletal cheeks. Sixteen
years had passed since James and Lily Potter died from protecting their son
Harry and Peter Pettingrew fled away to the Dark Lord in the previous three
years. He was left alone with Padfoot, and during those three years in each
other’s presence, they found pure bliss and managed to make a steady
relationship without any people knowing. The
man turned his gaze away from the sky above and looked gently at the room around
him. He reached out his hand to caress the old bed located near him. A thin
smile came up to his lips. There, on the bed of the Shrieking Shacks, was where
the two had shared their first passion. More
silent tears flowed down Remus’ cheeks as he quickly averted his gaze back to
the sky. ‘In days like this, he would have transformed into his dog form and
accompanied me through the night…and he would reward me when I behaved
right…’ the werewolf thought silently as a pathetic smile crept onto his
lips. It was
too late. Sirius
was killed in the hand of Bellatrix before Remus could protect him. The
last descendant of Black was dead. Remus
was trying hard to restrain his crying as suddenly the huge moon came up, its
white light shining into the room. In a
sudden flash, gray furs began to appear on every part of the skinny man’s
body. His pointy face turned even pointier. His hands and legs narrowed and his
fingers shrunk. A few moments later, at the place where the man was standing
before stood a thin, pale looking wolf. Wrecks of clothing lay around him. The
wolf gazed around at the pieces of clothing and let out a low growl. ‘I should
have stripped down my clothes first…Merlin knows how many clothes I have back
there inside my wardrobe,’ the creature rolled his eyes. Very
soon after that, the last bits of his human thought was stripped and replaced by
his distinct animal instinct that told him to destroy anything within his reach.
The werewolf clenched his fangs, having a hard work to control himself not to
demolish anything between the reach of his sharp claws. ‘I-I…I
can’t…restrain my-y-self…a-any longer…’ Remus thought as he clenched
his fangs with more force, accidentally biting his own tongue in the process. He
opened his eyes slightly and saw the blurred sight of the divan in front of him.
‘M-maybe…I-I should…raze…that-t…thing…I-I cant h-hold myself
anym-more…’ he thought as he slowly moved to the huge four-poster bed. ‘No,
don’t,’ a little voice told him, ‘that was the place where you first spend
your night mostly with him. That’s probably the only place that still has his
lingering scent,’ He
groaned from his throat. ‘W-what can I d-do?’ Before
he even knew it, he opened his fangs and sunk his sharp teeth to his own flesh,
tearing his skin in the process. His blood came sprouting out from his frail
form and stained the carpet below him. He watched as a thick red pool of liquid
began to figure down below his body. His
breathing was rapid and short. He could feel pain lingering at his swollen
flesh, and a tightening pain around his heart of the loneliness from missing
someone. He tried to cry but he couldn’t. Wolves didn’t have the capability
to cry. Blood
continued to flow out of his body, and as he watched, he couldn’t help but
realize that little by little, the pain lessened; the blood seemed to have
carried out the soreness from his heart. After a while, he let out a pleasurable
sigh. For the first time of his whole life, he actually enjoyed the pain, he
thought as he sunk down his fangs to his other part of the body. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A
certain raven-haired green-eyed boy stirred around his bed uneasily, willing for
sleep to claim him, but apparently it didn’t.
Harry Potter threw himself to the side again, shifting for a more
comfortable position. He had tried closing his eyes and relaxed, but his efforts
were not working at all. Whilst
his body arched with tiredness and wanting for being able to sleep well just for
one night, his mind kept on replaying the event at the Department of Mysteries
at the Ministry of Magic, where Sirius Black, his godfather, his one and only
person closest to a family left for him, had gone forever. He died. Harry had
killed him. The
boy’s heart twanged painfully as he closed his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing
tightly, expressing his pain. Since
that day, the teenage boy kept on dreaming about his godfather’s death he
began to grow scared to sleep. After tossing around for something like one or
two more hours, Harry woke up desperately and scowled. His hand grasped his
glasses from the nightstand next to him then he looked at his watch. It was
nearly 5 am. He hopped out of bed and peered out of the curtain. The moon had
died and the sky was turning into a lighter blue cerulean colour. The night was
turning into a blind morning. Harry
closed back the curtain and turned around. He could still hear all his friends
snoring, and some of them muttered something in their sleep for one or two
times. Harry sighed. How he had wanted to be able to rest like his entire
friends could, but he couldn’t. All the guilt and burden he carried behind his
back were too heavy. He let
out a silent sigh again as he decided to take a walk around or maybe out of the
castle ground for a while. He bent down to take out the Invisibility cloak, the
only thing he had left about his father, and the Marauders Map from his trunk.
He slung the cloak over his head and began tiptoeing down to the Common room and
slipped out of the portrait, the Fat Lady still deeply in sleep. Harry
grunted as he looked at the portrait. Even a portrait could sleep peacefully. As so,
the Boy Who Lived walked senselessly around the castle, checking at his
Marauders Map once or twice ever slightly to check Filch and Mrs. Norris’
position. It was when he was
passing across the Great Hall and was going down to the Entrance Hall that his
emerald eyes spotted something he wasn’t aware of. There,
at the Shrieking Shack, a dot stood still. He pushed the Map close to his eyes
and read the name the Map indicated. It
read Remus J Lupin. ----------------------------------------------------------- Harry’s
heart leapt up at the name of his father’s old best friend. Before he could
control himself, he ran down to the Entrance Hall and exited the castle quickly.
He didn’t care if his footsteps echoed loudly down the Hall; he didn’t care
if any portrait looked at him with weird looks on their faces. He knew it must
be weird to have heard footsteps without even seeing any body; but he didn’t
care. All he wanted to do was to meet the one last person that had relation with
his dead Father and Godfather, to ask him about his presence, to hug him tight
and ask comfort from it. Soon
enough, Harry saw where the Whomping Willow stood, all big and mighty as it was
before. He slid his Invisibility cloak off his body and left it behind a bush
near the humongous plant. He crawled down beneath the Willow and pressed his
wand on a visible lump near its root. The plant stopped whipping around wildly
and Harry kept on pressing the wand as he crawled past the Whomping Willow. He
walked down the Forbidden Forest a bit before finding the already familiar by
now an opening of underground tunnel. He jumped down to the path, his eyes
twitching slightly at the sudden darkness. ‘Lumos,’ he said softly. His wand
glowed a bright yellow colour and he raised it to his head and let it lead the
way down to the Shrieking Shack. After
a few minutes of walking, the ground gradually rose up and he came to a stair.
‘Finally,’ Harry thought as he climbed off the stair and pushed the lid of
the tunnel. He got
up slowly and closed the lid back as softly as possible. Harry turned around and
saw who he was looking for. There
Lupin was, kneeling halfway down on his knees. The last trances of gray fur
disappeared as he sank on the cold, dirty floor. The werewolf was naked. Lots of
huge bite marks trailing around his skeptical, thin and somewhat wired body.
Blood and many shredded pieces of clothing were surrounding him. Harry
flinched at the sight and remembered that last night must have been the full
moon. His ex Defense Against the Dark Art Professor must have transformed into
his wolf form the previous night and bit himself in order to control his desire
to annihilate anything beyond his reach. The green eyed boy couldn’t help but
noticed how much thinner Lupin was right now than the previous three months. He
shrugged invisibly as he made his was towards the broken man in front of him and
took off his robe to cover Lupin’s form. The werewolf looked startled as he
realized that his body was no longer naked. Remus looked up. “Harry?”
he asked unsurely. His sight was blurring. Partially because he was never a
morning person and because he must have lost a lot of blood with all the biting
he did the previous night. Harry
nodded shortly as he tried to hold the man’s body. “Are you alright?
You’re…bloody from head to toe…” Remus
managed somewhat a rather tired smile as he sat onto the floor. “A few potions
and charms will heal the wounds all right. What are you doing here, Harry? In a
blind morning like this?” he asked, “have you forgotten that Voldemort is on
your trail?” Harry
managed to roll his eyes before he shrugged and looked at the Professor’s
brown eyes. “He won’t attack me somewhere near Hogwarts…and actually,
I’d like to ask the same question to you. Why are you here?” Lupin
froze. He looked up at the bed again before he looked down at the floor. He was
not sure and he did not know if he could manage to strain his tears back. The
raven-haired boy looked at his Father’s old friend with a concerned look.
There was silence. After a while, Harry decided that something must have
happened wrong and he’d better not ask the thin man about it. Remus
let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding and began to look calmer.
Whatever had come across Harry’s thought, the werewolf appreciated the boy’s
decision. He did not want to break. At least not in front of the emerald-eyed
boy. After
managing to fake a smile on his face, Lupin looked up at Harry and stared at
him. He couldn’t realize but noticed that there were big black clouds under
his eyes; it was like he hadn’t been sleeping for ages. “So…Harry? You
haven’t answer my question,” the werewolf stated. ‘You too,’ he shrugged
mentally at his own thought. The
Boy Who Lived let out a sigh and looked at Remus in the eyes. “I…couldn’t
sleep, so I decided to take a stroll around the school and found out that you
are here. I come here to meet you,” he replied. Remus
nodded lightly, “I see…” he dropped his eyes a little before looking back
at the boy’s face, “Harry, you look awful. You have these big black clouds
under your eyes,” Harry
shrugged in unease. “Well…yeah…” he stretched out his hand to scratch
his unruly hair, “I…hadn’t been sleeping well these days…and by the way,
you look awful too, Lupin,” the teenage boy tried to lighten up the mood. Remus
ignored Harry’s obviously true comment and looked worriedly at the
raven-haired lad’s eyes, asking for the reason. Harry
brought down his hands and looked out of the window. The time was passing very
slowly. The boy parted his lips slightly and spoke, “I’m…missing
someone…” The
werewolf’s heart fell. The mask of ignorance he had been putting on his face
slipped and shattered away. He suddenly found tears running its way back on his
cheeks. “Sirius…” he muttered unconsciously. Harry
made a guilty grin on his face as he turned back to face Lupin. “Yeah,” he
answered groggily before he realized that the man in front of him was weeping
uncontrollably. Harry leapt up to his ex Defense Against the Dark Art teacher
and faced him. “Lupin…are you alright?” “Huh?
Oh…yeah…” the man answered between sobs as he wiped some of the tears off
his cheeks. His blurred sight turned to the bed that was standing in front of
him. ‘Oh, Sirius…’ Lupin
moved up slowly to sit on the divan, the boy followed and sat next to the man.
He put on a happy thin smile as he caressed the sheets. He then turned towards
the boy. “Harry…”
Remus smiled a hurt smile, “there is always something I wanted to tell you
before…” he gave the sheet one last glance before looking back to Harry’s
confused face. Remus inhaled sharply. “Sirius…and I…were…together,” Harry’s
green eyes widened slightly as he digested this information to his brain. There
was silence before the boy remembered how to move again and he shrugged.
“Oh…” his face fell, “I…I’m sorry then…Lupin…I-I’ve…killed
him…” Remus’
face fell as well, but he took Harry’s hand in his pale hand and gave him a
reassuring squeeze. “…No…Harry…you…did not…” he said, shaking, his
voice betraying him. The fact that Harry did not kill Padfoot did not change the
fact that Sirius was dead. Soon
enough, the two looked up and saw each other crying sadly, face full of tears. Once glance on the eyes said it all. All these times they had been feeling cold and miserable, longing and missing one special someone they had been clinging their lives onto. Before they knew it, the man and the boy was already in each other’s arms, trying to soothe the hell out of each other’s mind. Harry was crying uncontrollably. He could almost felt the warmth of Lupin’s hug. ‘No, I shouldn’t pity myself as big as this,’ he looked up and glanced at the man’s face. Now that he was looking at it very closely, he could see how old the forty years old man looked. His face was very, very thin. It had barely any flesh left on it. The pain must have been wearing him emaciated from the inside. Harry sobbed. ‘I shouldn’t feel like the most miserable person on Earth…I…it must have been hard to find someone who truly love you…especially when you are a werewolf…’ the boy thought guiltily. Harry
unconsciously moved his face forward and landed his lips onto Remus’ face,
kissing the tears out of the withered facade. Lupin
gasped softly. The boy’s lips felt surprisingly warm. It was just as if Sirius
had came back to life and kissed his tears away when he was crying. He tightened
his grasp towards the boy unconsciously. The
warmth of Remus’ hands pressed securely around his body made Harry shiver with
bliss. The boy lowered his kisses from the man’s cheeks. Harry raised his face
ever so slightly, his breath hovering above the man’s face. With one last look
to the lost and pained brown orbs, the boy pressed his lips against Remus’
lips and kissed him gently. The
werewolf’s eyes widened from the shock, but he surprisingly liked the
feeling the boy made him feel. He tried to shake his mind. ‘He’s your old
best friend’s son, for Merlin’s sake!’ he thought desperately before
finally surrendered and leaned into the kiss. ‘His lips felt very warm…like
Sirius…’ After
a while, the kiss began to grow passionate and needy. Harry trailed his tongue
on the man’s lips, begging for entry. Deep down his heart he knew that this
was wrong; yet it felt so right. He wanted to protect the frail body before him.
He felt guilty about taking the only person away from him. Remus
tried very hard not to submit to the invitation and shook the boy’s body off
him, but he couldn’t. His body was desperate for the need to be touched, to be
in someone’s warmth. ‘Remus J Lupin, you are so dead! Harry is James’ son,
for Merlin’s sake! Please…don’t…don’t surrender…please…’ His
body had obviously betrayed him as he opened his lips partly. Harry shoved his
tongue in before Remus could change his mind and explored the man’s mouth.
Remus tasted spicy and a little bit of mint; an addictive taste Harry couldn’t
help but wanting for more. His tongue bruised Remus’ tongue and sent them both
over to heavens. The boy’s hands crept upwards and locked themselves onto the
werewolf’s locks of brown hair. Soon
enough, the air became an issue. Both males released each other and gasped
loudly, their lungs begging for air. Harry, face flushed, looked up at man he
had just kissed. Despite the fact that Remus was still quite bloody and very,
very thin, the werewolf could actually look beautiful in his brown – almost
glowing hair that assembled half his werewolf fur and his lustrous brown orbs,
face glowing red in the dimly lighted room. His skin was white and pale, his
waist narrow. Harry’s waist was already narrow and Remus had even a narrower
one than Harry. The Boy Who Lived chuckled softly, wondering if this was the
sight that made his Godfather Sirius fell for Moony as his emerald eyes turned
into dark with lust. After
regaining back his breath, Harry crawled back to Remus, who had this struggling
look on his old face, and pressed his lips back on Moony’s ones. He suddenly
felt a sudden urge to touch the man’s skin. Harry lifted his hands and ran
them through the openings of the robes where Lupin’s bare chest laid and
caressed the skin ever so gently. Remus was struggling very hard to strain a
moan from his throat. ‘Oh Merlin…his touches are…- STOP IT!!! He’s
Harry. HARRY! HARRY POTTER!! Son of James! Your old Friend!!’ The werewolf
thought desperately, but the touch made him shiver to indescribable pleasure. He
couldn’t help it anymore as a low growl escaped from his throat. The
growl accelerated Harry’s lust even more. His hands began to roam all over
Remus’ chest, desperate for more skin. Soon enough, he slipped his hand under
the robe that covered the man’s body and took it off, throwing the piece of
garment to the floor, leaving the ex-professor naked. The boy’s darkened eyes
traveled over every parts of the man’s body, admiring how graceful the muscles
he had in such a slender body like that. Remus
couldn’t help but to blush at the look of hunger the sixteen years old boy was
giving him. He watched as Harry crawled back to him, pushed him gently so that
his back was against the bed and the boy was on top of him, once again roaming
his hands on Moony’s body while his lips was nibbling on the werewolf’s ear.
Remus moaned loudly, his body arching from the warmth. Moony began to forget his
inner struggle with his clear thought and began to have the urge to touch the
boy’s skin. He stretched out his hands to hug Harry and unconsciously slipped
one hand under the boy’s pajama and caressed the boy’s back, amazed by the
softness of his skin. Harry
groaned as he felt the touch of his father’s old friend’s hand, shivering
from the pleasure it made, relieved at the fact the Moony had decided to stop
struggling and responded to the boy. He moaned when Remus’ skillful and
patient hand began to stroke his abdomen. He released himself from the hug,
Remus, slightly shocked, but thought that he had probably just driven Harry too
far when Harry took off his glasses, lifted the pajamas off his head, pulled his
boxers down and tossed them away before going back to Remus’ arms. “I was a
little bit overdressed, …” he whispered softly before trailing butterfly
kisses down the man’s torso. Lupin
squirmed under the kisses before he suddenly found the crook of Harry’s neck
appealing. He lifted his head up a bit and began to run his tongue on the
boy’s neck before stopping to nimble on Harry’s collarbone. Harry gasped out
loud in pleasure and stopped what he was doing right at that moment, savoring
the moment of ecstasy as Remus licked his bruised skin. The
Potter boy also began to run his tongue on the man’s chest, stopping at
Moony’s supple pink left nipple - such beautiful colour contrary to his pale
skin - for a moment before engulfing it into his mouth while his hand were
caressing the other nipple very, very gently and slowly. Lupin cried silently in
pleasure. He could feel himself hardening. ‘Merlin…’ he could only thought
helplessly. Harry
could feel the erection tugging from under him and felt aroused. He ran his
tongue down Lupin’s flat abdomen as his hand caressed the man’s inner thigh
slowly but stopped in between his legs. The boy was not sure of how to do this.
He had never been in such a situation before. Lupin
growled as Harry stopped his touches. Even though Remus J Lupin was known as
such a patient man, months without getting touched had worn his patience thin.
The raven-haired boy must have sensed this, as he continued to caress upwards
and rubbed his hands on the man’s shaft. Remus
cried out at the contact. The pleasure was overwhelming his mind. Feeling
slightly guilty to Sirius and to Harry, he let out a silent sigh. He cried out
again all so sudden as Harry kept on stroking his length strongly, but without
any increasing speed. The boy was wearing his patience thin. Really thin. Before
the ex Defense Against the Dark Art teacher knew it, he was already flipping
Harry gently onto his back, and the man became the one on the top of the boy
now. He ever so slowly, gently, patiently and skillfully ran his fingers around
the boy’s chest, stopping slightly to treat the boy’s nipples and ran his
tongue on the boy’s slightly tanned skin, leaving some soft hickeys on the
abdomen. All the time Harry was moaning loudly, his eyes engulfed into large
brown pools on top of him. Remus’
hand was slowly caressing Harry’s inner thigh and teased the boy’s entrance
slightly as Harry let out a loud contented cry and snapped Lupin to his
realizations. He looked down at the flushed boy who was the son of his old
friend and his brown eyes widened. The werewolf stopped dead for a few moments
before deciding to get off from Harry. The
Boy Who Lived whimpered at the lost of the warmth and slowly got up. He gazed at
Lupin’s eyes with a pleading look as he caught the man’s wrist in his hands.
“Lu – Remus…why did you stop…?” Lupin
gave him a sad look before shaking his head. “Harry…you are James’ son. I
cannot make love with my old friend’s son. That is disgracing,” he remarked,
“I’m more than twice older than you. I know you’re still very much a
virgin and I have no right to take it from you,” Harry
shook his head strongly as his grip around Lupin’s wrist tightened.
“No…Remus, please… Please fill me…” he asked pleadingly. Remus
had a doubtful look of his face, but still hadn’t done anything nonetheless. Harry’s
voice began to rise into sobs. “You can’t leave me like this. That would be
irresponsible,” he said threateningly, slightly nudging to his hard erection. The
man turned to face the boy and both of them stared at each other’s eyes for a
few while. Lupin sighed at Harry’s determined and pleading look. “Fine…”
he answered grimly before he went to pick his forgotten wand, Harry raising an
eyebrow quietly in confusion. Lupin eyed the bed with sad eyes. That was the bed
where he had first made love with Padfoot. If he had the disgrace to fill Harry,
he was still human enough not to do it on the place of remembrance. The
werewolf walked towards Harry and took him by the hand. “Come on,” he
whispered as he muttered an incantation under his breath. The two males
disappeared from the room with a soft ‘pop’. Harry
watched as they Apparated to the next bedroom of the Shrieking Shack. Lupin was
cleaning the dusty bed with his spells then carried Harry onto it while Harry
still had this confused look on his young face. Remus
sighed softly as he positioned himself near the boy. “You see, Harry, that bed
was the place where I first made love with…Sirius and…where I spent most of
our nights before going to the House of Black…and I…” Harry
nodded softly. “I understand…” Remus
managed a small smile before he hovered on top of Harry again, the boy spreading
his legs instantly to make a better way for the man. Remus paused again and
looked at Harry’s green eyes. “Harry, are you sure about this?” Harry
found it hard not to roll his eyes and nodded firmly. “Yes, Remus, take me,”
Lupin
closed his eyes and muttered a few more spells. Suddenly, his fingers were
coated with a gel-like substance, faint smell of spice coming from it. The man
straddled the boy’s waist and placed his hand on Harry’s entrance. “I’m
going to prepare you, Harry, so that it won’t hurt as much as it could have
been. Stop me anytime when you feel uncomfortable,” Harry
gave a little nod to tell the werewolf that he understood all about the
procedures. Lupin
looked down before entering one finger into the boy’s tight, virgin entrance
slowly while his sight focused on the boy’s face, ready to stop any moment if
the boy showed discomfort on his face. True enough, Harry winced as the foreign
object entered him, and Lupin froze, but soon, Harry got used of the finger and
signed him to continue. Lupin entered his whole finger in. The
man paused for a while before he added on a second finger. It hurt more than
before, but as Harry adjusted to the feeling of it, he actually liked the
presence of the fingers inside him. Soon enough, as Lupin pushed his thin long
fingers all the way inside Harry, they hit a bundle of nerves that sent Harry
over the sky and see the stars. Harry cried out loudly in pleasure and arched
his hips up, wanting to feel the pleasuring moment once again. Lupin
drew his finger out of Harry, making the boy sighed from the loss, his eyes
pleading. Moony muttered a few more spells that made the man’s whole shaft
covered in the gel-like substance. Remus slung Harry’s legs over his shoulders
as he positioned himself to the boy’s entrance. He inhaled the air sharply.
“Ready Harry?” he asked solemnly, almost sweetly. The
raven-haired boy nodded his head once again. Remus
nodded understandingly as he once again inhaled the air sharply and moved his
length slowly inside Harry, mentally moaning on how tight it was. ‘I’m sorry
Sirius… sorry James…’ the man thought guiltily. Harry’s
eyes shot up as he gripped the sheets hardly with his hands; his knuckles
turning white as he felt pain shooting up through his body. Remus stopped moving
and raised one eyebrow, studying the reaction slowly; ready to move out whenever
it was too much for the boy. A few
moments passed, and Harry could only close his eyes in fascination as pleasure
started flowing into his mind, much more than the pain he experienced just now.
A loud moan escaped from his mouth. He never knew that the feeling of having
someone else inside him was so complete. Remus
watched as the boy was slowly overwhelmed in pleasure and smiled an unconscious
smile. He had wanted to make the boy happy at least once. Harry had experience
the bitter of life too soon in his life. Lupin began to inhaled sharply again
before half moving out of Harry and pushed his length in again, Harry cried out
a louder moan. Little
the boy did know that the moans were accelerating Remus’s lust like mad. The
tightness did not help either. He was struggling to restrain himself not to go
and took the boy harshly and insisted on playing slow. Very
soon, the two males’ bodies were intertwined together, sweats covering their
whole, moaning and shouting of each other’s name were filling the room as
Lupin moved in and out Harry, the boy moaning out loud in pleasure and arched
his hips up with each thrust. Suddenly,
Lupin pulled out of Harry and changed the angle of his thrust. His length hit
something deep inside Harry that made him able to see stars. Harry cried out
loud, his muscles tightening even more, sending Remus almost over to the edge.
The man stretched out his hands and stroked the boy’s shaft in rhythm with
each hard thrust. Harry cried out even louder. Lupin
gazed at the boy under him all the time, eyeing his slender but toned body
flushed and covered in sweat, his emerald eyes darkening with pleasure and his
swollen lips, his Adam apples moving in an amusing way as he cried out. The
werewolf smiled unconsciously. ‘Harry, you are beautiful…more beautiful than
anyone I’ve ever seen…comparable to Sirius…’ he thought as he kept on
thrusting. ‘Merlin…I
can’t keep on…I’m going to come,’ thought Remus mentally after a while
as he continued thrusting into Harry, but the boy happened to come earlier than
him. With one last scream of Remus’s name, Harry released his seeds on his
stomach, his muscles tightening even more beyond possibility. Remus cried out
Harry’s name loudly as he came into the boy, leaving his seeds deep inside
Harry. The
two males dropped down on the bed, panting heavily, breathing ragged and short.
It was a while before Lupin managed to find his energy back and pulled out from
Harry before rolling beside him. The man eyed the boy laying next to him. The
Boy Who Lived smiled in contentment as his breathing began to even out. “Harry,
are you okay?” Lupin asked with a slightly worried tone. The boy nodded, not
seemed to trust his voice at a moment. Lupin
paused. “How about school?” Harry
tried to open his mouth and said, “It’s…Saturday,” There
was a long silence before werewolf sighed in relief as he rolled again, his back
facing Harry. He was about to sleep when the boy opened his mouth and spoke. “I
love you, Remus,” Remus’s
brown orbs widened slightly in shock before he smiled a somewhat defeated but
contented smile as he rolled back to face the sixteen years old boy. “And
so do I,” ------------------------------------------------------- -The
End- A/N:
So OOC, isn’t it? Now, I don’t know if ‘werewolf’ness could be spread by
sexual intimation, but in my fanfic, such ‘disease’ cannot be spread by such
method. Now, do a favor for me and click the review button on the bottom left of
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