Full Moon Fever

Author: Birman
Rating: NC-17
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I do not own Harry Potter, its characters, or anything associated with it. I'm not making any money from this story, and I don't intend to.
Challenge & Summary: Full Moon #8: Remus gets quite demanding around the full moon. It’s hard to renew a relationship after such a long time... or is it?
Author Notes: I suffered from a serious case of writer’s block right at the beginning of the story... in the end, it’s a lot shorter than I intended it to be, sorry!

Sirius rolled over in his bed, took a deep breath, and sleepily opened his eyes.
Two burning amber irides were staring at him.

“Moony…” he whispered, raising his hand to brush with the tip of his fingers his lover’s stubbled cheek.
The werewolf scooted closer to him, his gaze never leaving his own, a feral glint in it.

“Moon…?” Sirius began to speak again, but he was cut off by his lover’s mouth closing over his in a rough, hungry kiss.
Slowly and without saying a word, Remus climbed on top of him, effectively pinning him to the mattress.

Sirius moaned softly, and arched his body to meet the werewolf’s. He felt Remus’ hands all over his naked torso, teasing his nipples, mapping his skin, and his erection pressing against his own.

Lupin broke the kiss, and bit down on Sirius’ neck, his hand snaking down between their bodies to pull down the thin fabric of the Animagus’ pyjamas bottom.

The black-haired wizard groaned and entwined his fingers in his lover’s hair.
It wasn’t unusual that they had morning sex, they both loved it, but today there was a hunger in Remus’ actions that didn’t pass unnoticed.

The werewolf licked and bit every inch of skin he could reach in his way to his lover’s groin, and Sirius’ continuous moans only made him hungry for more.
Their coupling that morning was fast, but left them both sated.

Sirius laid on his back, while Remus snuggled closer to him, head resting on his shoulder and arm wrapped possessively over his waist.
The Animagus began rubbing his lover’s back and neck with light, slow, soothing touches, starting from the small of his back to his nape, where he would play briefly with a silvery lock before starting his journey back along his spine.

Remus soon fell asleep, and Sirius took the chance to think things over.

He had spent his last few months at Remus’ cottage, ‘laying low’, just like Dumbledore asked him to.
The cottage was somewhere in Kent, far enough from any village so people wouldn’t come and stick their noses into their business.

The two wizards used all the time they needed to slowly re-build their relationship.
They spent the first days after Sirius’ arrival to talk things over and smooth old grudges.
By the end of the first week, they went back being the best friends they were in their youth.

But Sirius wasn’t satisfied yet, something was still missing.
He and Remus were lovers, a long time ago.
They started off as a couple back in Hogwarts, in their seventh year, when Remus finally forgave him for his awful prank on Snivellus, and shared a flat in London after their OWLs, before their lives came crashing dowm, thanks to Wormtail and Voldemort.

But Sirius couldn’t find the courage and bring the subject up with Remus.
The werewolf always looked so calm and satisfied with their current arrangements, while the Animagus craved for his touch, and damned himself for not being able to read him as he used to.

Surprisingly enough, it was Remus who made the next move.

As usual, as the days of the full moon got nearer, Snape began sending Remus’ daily doses of Wolfsbane.
Which appeared to have a particular side effect.

When the first gobletful of potion arrived, Sirius was taking a nap on the small couch.
The only thing he knew, one moment he was peacefully sleeping alone, the next, Remus was laying on top of him and sticking his tongue down his throat.
Not that Sirius would complain, mind you.

After the first moment of shock, Sirius kissed him back, and, after his first moan, he wrapped both his arms around Remus’ neck, and hooked his leg over one of the werewolf’s, pulling their groins together.
The Animagus couldn’t suppress another moan when he felt his lover’s erection rubbing against his rapidly growing one.

With a growl, Remus broke the kiss and pulled at Sirius’ shirt, thus sending all the tiny buttons flying.
He then bent his head again and bit down hard where Sirius’ neck and shoulder met, leaving two red crescents clearly visible on the sensitive skin.

The brown-haired wizard then licked and bit his way to Sirius’ left nipple, and teased it with tongue and teeth until it was pebble-hard, while his fingers pinched its twin, thus achieving the same result.

The Animagus buried his hands in the soft brown-silver hair of his lover, and gently pushed him lower.
Remus didn’t need any further encouragement: he slid down, sticking his tongue inside his navel and biting the firm flesh around it.
He hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of Sirius’ jeans, and slid them until they met at the front, behind the first button.
He popped all the buttons open in a hurry, and yanked both jeans and boxers down.

While Remus stood and got rid of his clothes as fast as he could, Sirius kicked away his remaining clothes, erection bobbing and leaving a sticky trail from the tip of his cock to his belly.

Sirius took advantage of this moment to drink in the form of the werewolf’s body: a bit too thin maybe, but with wiry muscles, and slightly tanned, covered in many small scars, white in colour and already fading.

“Sit.”
Remus’ first words were spoken in a low, commanding tone, which bore no reply.
Sirius gingerly obeyed.

The brown-haired wizard moved closer, taking his leaking prick in his hand and rubbing it over Sirius’ lips.
The Animagus took the hint and opened his mouth, taking only the tip in at first, and then, slowly, relaxing the muscles of his throat so not to gag, he swallowed Remus’ prick to the root.

The werewolf moaned loudly: “Merlin, Sirius,” he panted, grabbing fistfuls of black hair and massaging his lover’s scalp with his thumbs, “you always gave the best of blowjobs, ever.”

Sirius hummed his thanks, forcing another moan from the other wizard.
The Animagus grabbed his lover by the hips and began sucking, enjoying once again Remus’ musky scent and bittery taste.

But this was over too soon: Remus pulled out, and Sirius groaned at the loss.
“On your knees.” growled the werewolf, and Sirius obeyed once more.

He kneeled on the floor, legs apart, arms on the couch and head resting on his forearms.
He felt Remus’ hands knead his buttocks and then spread them.
He moaned, asking for something, anything, more.

His silent pleas were rewarded when he felt a hot wetness over his pucker.
Remus teased the pink ring of muscles with quick, short licks.

When he began tongue-fucking him, the Animagus was babbling incoherently.
By the time he pushed a first finger in, and then a second, both to the knuckle, Sirius was begging him to fuck him senseless.

Remus wrapped his hand around the black-haired wizard’s cock, and fisted it roughly.
Sirius let out a gasp and began pushing against his lover’s hand, and, as soon as Remus pushed a third finger in, stretching him even further, he came, calling out his lover’s name.

Remus cupped his hand around the head of Sirius’ cock and gathered all his seed, which he then smeared over his own shaft as a sort of lubricant.

The Animagus didn’t even had time to complain when Remus took out his fingers, because something a lot bigger and thicker replaced them.
The werewolf, buried to the hilt, gave Sirius only a moment to adjust himself, before pounding him into the couch.

Sirius grabbed the cushion and slowly shifted with every hit to get some balance and avoid being buried face first into the cushions, until Remus’ cock began hitting his prostate.
From then on, his world filled with stars and an increasing sensation of pleasure.

“Har...der...” he panted.
Lupin growled and satisfied him, buruying himself deeper with every thrust.
Sirius’ half-spent prick was rubbing against the rough surface of the couch, and the friction had made him hard again.
“Merlin, Remus... I don’t think I can... resist... any longer...” he managed to say between moans.
As his only answer, Remus bent over Sirius’ back and bit hard on his shoulder.

That was it. The Animagus shot whatever was left in his balls all over the couch in a shuttering orgasm, and, hadn’t it been for Remus, he would have been a boneless heap on the floor.
The brown-haired wizard held him firmly by his hips, and, as Sirius’ ass clenched around his prick, he came hard before collapsing over his lover.

Panting, and still inside Sirius,Remus growled in his ear: “Mine...”
The Animagus allowed himself a small, satisfied smile: “Always been...” he whispered back.

From that day on, and till the day of the full moon, Remus would take him everywhere and everytime: on the kitchen table, under the shower, standing against a wall...
The werewolf showed a sexual aggressiveness and possessiveness that he never showed all the time he and Sirius knew each other.

The day after the trasformation, while Remus was in bed, still recovering from the night before, and Sirius was wrapped around him, he began explaining in a tired voice: “You know, don’t you, how the Wolfsbane works? It ‘tames’, we might say, the wolf. Bu the wolf doesn’t want to be tamed, you know that. So it tries to come out any way it can.”
He stopped and remained silent for a moment: “I’m sorry.” he whispered.

Sirius chuckled, then held him closer and placed a light kiss on his forehead: “Don’t be. I DO belong to you, after all. And,” he added as an after-thought, “I rather like the way you treat me.”
Remus laughed: “You’re such a slut...”

Remus stirred in his lover’s arms, thus putting an end to his train of thoughts.

"Moony?"
"Hm?"
"How did you manage when I wasn't here?"
Lupin chuckled softly: "Chocolate. Tons of chocolate."