Title: Where You Find It

Author: Lena

Pairing: Ron/Remus, Ron/Harry, past Remus/Sirius

Rating: Chapter 3 - NC-17

Genre: War Fic, Angst, Romance, loads of things…

Warnings: Not really…although, I guess HBP pretty much didn’t happen…

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Ron or anything in the HP world. Darn it.

Summary: The War has started and Harry is missing. Ron finds someone surprising to love. Someone he never thought he would have so much in common.

Author’s Notes: Each chapter represents some of the different stages in a relationship. The pairing idea came from Matilda Bishop. So, thank you to her! And thank you so much, as always, to my beta and friend, Lorien_Eve.

Chapter Three - Loving

Ron dawdled around his house all afternoon, not sure why he was waiting around. Remus said he’d come back and fill him in, but Ron was feeling better, so he could go to Grimmauld himself…

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crack. Ron jumped, and then saw Remus.

Ron smiled. “Any news?”

Remus smiled back, but weakly. “No, but I told them all about Borgin and Burkes.”

Ron looked down and didn’t say anything.

“Are you feeling better…from this morning, that is?”

“Yes. I was almost ready to go to Grimmauld and see if anything was going on. Thanks for the chocolate, by the way. Always works. Thanks.” Ron sat on the couch, deflated.

“Right. You’re welcome. Sorry.” Remus sat at the other end.

“No need to be sorry, Remus.”

They sat there staring at the old Muggle television that Ron’s dad had given him.

“Does that thing work?” Remus asked.

“Occasionally.” Ron reached for what his father said was called the remote and pushed the correct button. The television flashed on. They sat there staring for a long time at whatever inane show was on.

Then Ron quietly leaned towards Remus, until he came in contact with Remus's shoulder. Remus's heart started beating madly, but he moved his arm and wrapped it around Ron’s shoulders. Ron looked up at him, as Remus looked down.

All blood rushed out of Remus's brain and headed south. His lips touched Ron’s in a mad crush of hot and cold, of teeth and flesh. Without realizing it, Remus pushed towards Ron, until he was pressing him to the couch. They became a tangle of arms and legs and heat on the small couch. Not enough room, but not caring.

Remus gasped out, “Ron. Let’s…can we…your bed?”

Ron moaned.

“Is that a yes? Is that a yes?”

Remus disentangled himself from Ron. He kept hold of one of Ron’s hands, as he got up quickly. Ron’s legs were off the couch, as he looked up at Remus.

Remus asked again. “Yes?”

Ron nodded and got up, letting himself lean against Remus, letting Remus take control and lead him to the bedroom.

Remus guided Ron to the bed and he sat on the edge. Remus discarded his own shirt behind him, and got down on his knees before Ron. He reached for Ron’s shirt and swiftly pulled it off his body.

He leaned against him, head to chest. Then Remus move slightly, so he could reach and grabbed Ron behind the head, leaning him forward to kiss him again. Remus then kissed down Ron’s chin, neck, to his chest. He focused on the right nipple, then the left, not staying for long, but long enough to elicit moans from Ron, which reverberated throughout Remus's mouth as he nibbled Ron’s nipples.

Ron touch Remus's face, specifically a particularly nasty scar on his cheek. He noted to himself that it was ridged and prominent like Harry’s. He pushed Harry out of his mind for the moment, and let himself give way to Remus.

Remus pushed Ron back on the bed, and crawled up his body back to Ron’s neck. Remus pressed his groin up against Ron, which caused Ron to jolt like a shock went through his body. Ron realized he should probably say something.

“Um, Remus?”

“Uhhhh…” Remus continued kissing and began sucking Ron’s neck.

“Really, Remus, listen…”

Remus stopped and looked Ron in the eyes. “What’s wrong?” He looked nervous.

“No, nothing. It’s okay. I just wanted to tell you that…I’m not…I’m a…um…you know, well, I talk a lot, you know, talk a lot of crap…but I‘ve never…done anything.”

“Oh.” Remus knew Ron had never done anything serious with Harry, but somehow he thought he had other experiences with men and possibly with women.

Ron took the ‘oh’ as a disappointment and whispered, “Sorry.”

“Sorry? You have nothing to be sorry about! I’m glad you told me, but if you want me to still…well…then I will…but if you want to stop, I will.” Remus still had his hand in Ron’s hair.

“No, I don’t want you to stop.”

Remus noticed how blue Ron’s eyes were, as he leaned over Ron again to kiss him.

He wrapped his arms around Remus and leaned his head back as far as he could, allowing Remus to suck again on his neck. Ron then felt a hand brushing against the hardness that had developed between his legs. Ron closed his eyes while Remus unbuttoned his jeans and placed his hand inside his boxers.

His cock twitched, making him jump again and open his eyes, but then he relaxed. It felt so good, Remus touching him, stroking him, kissing him…Ron’s breath quickened as Remus stroked. He leaned into Remus's ear and groaned.

Remus lifted off of him and stopped stroking.

Ron opened his eyes. “What’s wrong? Don’t stop now!”

Remus grinned and said, “Don’t worry! I just want to take your jeans off.”

Ron lifted up on his elbows, looking at Remus. Then he looked down at himself. His cock was half bulging out of his jeans. He gave Remus a smirk and said, “Go ahead,” nodding towards his cock.

Remus knocked off Ron’s trainers, and then pulled off his jeans and boxers. Remus stood up and shed the rest of his own clothing. Ron looked at him. He could see faded scars everywhere, but it didn’t matter. He saw a large cock bobbing with anticipation, and that did matter.

Ron scooted up further onto the bed. Remus crawled up to meet him. He lay next to him, and draped a leg over one of Ron’s. Ron could feel the hardness of Remus's cock up against his thigh. Remus pulled himself on top of Ron, and their cocks met.

Ron was amazed at the heat generated when two cocks touched each other. They were hard, and Remus began moving with a friction that caused Ron’s cock to get even harder, if that was possible. Remus used his leg to create the friction, and when their cocks would touch, Ron saw stars.

Ron wrapped his arms around Remus, trying to get even closer to him, and spread his legs to let Remus have more access to him. Ron felt Remus's hand touch up underneath his cock, and stroke his balls. It was painful.

“Oh! Ow!”

Remus stopped. “What’s wrong?”

“No, nothing. It’s just...” Ron couldn’t explain, so he reached down and moved Remus's hand, but moved his groin slightly to show that he wanted Remus to continue rubbing against him.

Remus pulled his hand away and placed it in Ron’s hair, like the other hand. He looked at those pools of blue again, stroked his hair and smiled. He began moving his body and cock up against Ron’s at a quicker pace. Loud moans filled the air, as their bodies sped up.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Ron moved his hands up and down Remus's back as he bucked his hips into him. He came quickly and with a shudder. Ron’s hips had a mind of their own, as they moved up and down, and he could feel his cock let go and spurt his seed between his and Remus's bodies.

He heard Remus gasp and groan in his ear, as he too, came. They continued moving slightly, shudder after shudder wracking Ron. Ron felt the slick of their sweat mingle on his neck and he turned his head. He saw Remus's face, small scars marring the cheek. He kissed them softly, feeling his heart pound in his body and his cock growing soft on his stomach.

Ron’s voice was very raspy when he tried to speak. “Remus.”

Remus moved his head. He looked at Ron with his loving brown eyes. Remus wanted to go easy with Ron. He cared about him, and if he admitted to himself, he loved him. He wanted to be gentle and let Ron go at his pace. Remus had been through a lot in life, so he knew he could be patient.

They lay in each other’s arms for a long time, pressed together.

*****

The morning sun sliced through the room and landed on the bed, right in Remus's eyes. His lashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes to the glare.

“Ugh…” Remus's arm was numb. He tried to move it, and then remembered he was lying naked next to Ron Weasley. Remus tried to move his arm again, but was afraid to wake Ron, not realizing that it would take a rock band to come through the bedroom to wake him.

Remus lay there for a few more moments before pulling his arm from under Ron. Ron sighed in his sleep, and turned to snuggle closer to Remus. He liked this closeness, but his brain started thinking.

He wondered what Molly and Arthur were going to say. He wasn’t just older than Ron by more than quite a few years, but he was a werewolf. He knew the Weasley weren’t prejudice. They were the most liberal-thinking people he had ever met, but this was their youngest son that was involved.

He knew he and Ron got on well, had a lot in common, and Ron made him laugh, which Remus didn’t do all that often, but he had loads more experience than Ron, not just in life, even if Ron was a seasoned war veteran, but sexually as well... He supposed they could jump all these hurdles, but that didn’t stop him from worrying. He knew he should just enjoy this time with Ron…

“What are you thinking about?” Ron yawned.

Remus turned quickly towards the voice. “When did you wake up?”

“Just a second agooooo…” Another big yawn emitted from Ron’s mouth. “You looked so far away. What were you thinking about?”

Remus smiled weakly. “Nothing, really.”

“Right. Okay, you don’t have to say.” Ron closed his eyes and snuggled his head into the crook of Remus's neck.

Remus shook his head at himself. Here he was, happy, and had a wonderful man lying in his arms. Take advantage of it, Remus, he thought.

He reached his hand out and stroked Ron’s hair, turning his head to kiss his forehead. Ron sighed. Remus turned further and kissed Ron on the lips. Tenderly and softly.

“Ron,” he whispered.

Ron opened his eyes. They lay curled up into each other, looking at one another.

“I want to..I want to make love to you, Ron.”

Ron nodded his head slightly.

“Do you want this?“

“Yes.” Ron kissed Remus back.

Remus turned Ron onto his back. He reached for Ron’s legs, lifting them up by the knees. Remus moved off of Ron, placing himself between Ron’s legs.

“Touch yourself,“ Remus told him, so Ron grabbed his own cock and began stroking himself.

Remus touched Ron’s hole, and he tensed. Ron closed his eyes. Remus prodded his fingers at Ron, and then pushed one inside. Remus could feel Ron tense again. Ron’s stroking was uneven and he began to pant.

Remus placed yet another finger inside him, stroking back and forth, trying to reach the spot that Remus knew Ron would shudder for.

“Ron, relax.”

“I…don’t…know.”

“Don’t know what? I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“No. No. No. Please keep going.”

Remus took over the stroking, and whispered to Ron, “Relax.”

Remus bent over Ron, removed his fingers, and then pushed his cock slightly inside of him. He moved back and forth, pushing farther inside each time.

“Come here.” Remus leaned over and kissed him, hard, deep, bruising. He began stroking Ron’s cock at the same rhythm of his thrusts. He could still feel Ron’s tenseness, but he could also feel that Ron was close to coming.

Remus sped up to a near frenzy and yelled out, “Let yourself go, Ron. Let go!”

Ron groaned deep in his throat as his cock spurt his cum on Remus's chest. Then he finally shuddered and cried out, as Remus came inside him. Remus rocked back and forth for a few more times, as his climax subsided. He slowly pulled himself out of Ron and pulled Ron to him, clutching him tightly. Ron moaned and panted, but only a little slower than before. Remus hugged him, not wanting to stop.

Ron couldn’t stop breathing hard. Remus was concerned. “Ron, you all right? Calm down.”

Ron shuddered again and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Yes…yes…I’m okay.”

“I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I? I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s all right. A little. But nothing I didn’t expect. It was good, though…” Ron tried to smile.

“Shhhh…” Remus laid Ron back on the bed and curled up next to him. “Shhh…”

Ron put his head in the crook of Remus's neck again as before. “Thank you, Remus.”

“Thank you?”

“Yes, I…I never, and you are so gentle. It was…nothing like…you know…wanking.”

Remus burst out laughing, and Ron scowled at him.

“I’m sorry for laughing, Ron, but yeah, it’s bit more than wanking.”

“Yeah, well, it was cool…really.” Ron smiled and closed his eyes to fall asleep again.