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Title: Closure
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Summary: Part 37 of the Smitten series; the funerals come to an end, and Remus decides to move on with his life.
Warnings: Oh yummy, yummy things.
Need to catch up? Need to catch up? http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2817005/1/ Then refer back to LJ for the pr0n. ^_~
Please download and listen to: Chapter 37: Closure Lifehouse: Hanging By a Moment
Chapter 1: My First Valentine: Postal Service: Angel Pumping Gas
Chapter 2: The Potions Essay: Plain White T's: Come on Over
Chapter 3: Toast and Honey: Frank Sinatra: I've Got You Under My Skin
Chapter 4: The First Kiss: Goo Goo Dolls: Iris
Chapter 5: Ira Dulcis: Jewel: Standing Still
Chapter 6: Loss of Face: Rammstein: Otherworld
Chapter 7: The Hospital Wing: Collide: Howie day
Chapter 8: Shy: Muse: Bliss
Chapter 9: The Letter: Muse: Butterflies and Hurricanes
Chapter 10: Tutoring Snape: Default: Wasting My Time
Chapter 11: That Day After: Yellowcard: Cigarette
Chapter 12: Exposed: Finch: Stay With Me
Chapter 13: Just Because All-American Rejects: Dance Inside
Chapter 14: Feeling Threatened: Muse: Apocalypse Now
Chapter 15: Meeting Remus's Parents: Third Eye Blind: Semi-Charmed Life
Chapter 16: The Home He Never Had: All-American Rejects: Dirty Little Secret
Chapter 17: The Shedding of Clothes: Massive Attack: Inertia Creeps
Chapter 18: The Awkward Talk: Third Eye Blind: Never Let You Go
Chapter 19: The Secret: Frank Sinatra: Fly Me to the Moon
Chapter 20: The Unexpected Reward: Alanis Morissette: All I Really Want
Chapter 21: Decline: Yellowcard: Only One
Chapter 22: Quiet: Third Eye Blind: Motorcycle Drive-By
Chapter 23: Unfortunate Discovery: Life of a Salesman: Yellowcard
Chapter 24: The End of an Era: Jewel: You Were Meant for Me
Chapter 25: Retreat: Plain White T's: Hey There Delilah
Chapter 26: The Morning of September First: Oasis: Wonderwall
Chapter 27: The First Success: SpillCanvas: This is For Keeps
Chapter 28: The Question of Christmas Olivia Olson: All I Want For Christmas Is You
Chapter 29: All To Themselves: Third Eye Blind: Blinded
Chapter 30: The Resident Fuck-up: Jimmy Eat World: 23
Chapter 31: Unfulfilled Plain White T's: The Lonely September
Chapter 32: Putting It All Behind Us Silverchair: After All These Years
Chapter 33: Motorcycle Romance The Postal Service: Such Great Heights
Chapter 34: When It Really Hit Him Jewel: Foolish Games
Chapter 35: That’s When We’ll Explode Muse: Unintended
Chapter 36: A Different Type of Wound Third Eye Blind: Wounded
The funerals for Flora McConnell and John Lupin were quiet and small, consisting of only family and close friends. There was no time for separate funerals, nor was the Ministry willing to shell out the gold for separate funerals. Remus was very quiet throughout the entire affair, only stepping up to the caskets to say a few choked, tearful words to the small crowd before he moved back to his seat and buried his face against Sirius’s shoulder to cry in a sort of privacy.
Dumbledore stood up at the funeral to speak, having known the Lupins intimately, and he cleared his throat. “John Lupin was murdered. It was no accident, and it was because of Fenrir Greyback that this family was so torn asunder. John Lupin worked in passing many discriminatory laws concerning werewolves in the beginning of his work in the Ministry, and Greyback took it upon himself to make John realize exactly what he had done.” Remus covered his face with his hands and leaned into Sirius’s one-armed embrace. “He was not finished, however, and because of his bloodlust and dark ties with Voldemort, John Lupin and his innocent ex-wife were murdered in their homes. It is unjust, but death often is.”
When the eulogies were given and the caskets were lowered into the ground and covered, Remus stood in front of his mother’s grave by himself, staring down at the freshly-dug soil and allowing himself one last cry before he turned away and went to the road where Sirius waited on their bike, looking comical in black dress robes on the roaring machine. He climbed on behind him and laid his head between his shoulders, thankful for the gentle pat on his knee before they went flying down the road through the countryside.
Remus went to sleep when they got back home, and Sirius let him sleep all day.
Remus woke to Sirius sleeping beside him, glancing at a clock that proclaimed three in the morning. He sniffed and rubbed his eyes before he went to the bathroom and came back, nuzzling into the soft mattress and watching Sirius in his sleep. The window was open, the moonlight filtering through and casting blue-white streaks of light all along his body. He was half out of the covers, wearing boxers and one sock, and when Remus reached over to tuck his hair out of his face, he smiled as Sirius whispered his name in sleep and giggled.
He felt the overwhelming need to wake Sirius up, so he shook his shoulder a little and watched as Sirius’s eyes slipped open suspiciously. “Wha’ d’you want?” he asked playfully, voice thick with sleep, but as he spoke, he pulled Remus down and kissed him there in the dark. Remus’s hands slid up to rest on either side of Sirius’s head, his body moving on top of his boyfriend’s for the first time in years. “Oh.” Sirius’s voice was soft, and he shifted the blankets around so they covered them both. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah,” Remus confessed, and he blushed as he allowed himself to trail delicate kisses over Sirius’s neck and up to his ear. He heard Sirius gasp as his tongue tasted the delicate shell, and when he traced the outer edge, Sirius squirmed and slid his hands into Remus’s shirt to caress his back. Remus had quite forgotten about this spot; Sirius could be stoked with the lightest touch to his ears, and Remus’s tongue had a penchant for finding a spot within that spot that could make Sirius keen.
Sirius’s hands pulled Remus’s shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, palms raking over bare skin in reverence when Remus pressed their lips together and let their breathing determine the delicate balance of skin-on-skin. They were heating up quickly, and the blanket was shoved away by one or the other-neither remembered it-before Remus shed his cloth pants and lay there on top of Sirius in only his boxer-briefs, tangling their fuzzy legs together and moaning at the heat passing continually between them. “I’ve missed this,” Remus murmured as Sirius touched the skin just beneath the elastic waistband of his underwear, and he swallowed hard as Sirius’s hands slid inside and cupped his bare arse. “A lot.”
Sirius nodded and looked into Remus’s eyes for a split second before he opened his mouth over his and slid his tongue between those pretty lips, every movement sending tingles right down to his toes. His fingernails trailed the downward curve of Remus’s buttocks before seizing the supple handfuls of flesh and using them to pull Remus hard into the kiss. A bead of sweat ran down the bumps of Remus’s spine and pooled in his lower back, his breath escaping in pants when he felt delectable friction between his cock and Sirius’s that had been absent for too long.
Slowly, they lapsed into silence, only the sound of their movements between the sheets and the light, wet sounds of their lips parting and joining again breaking the quiet. They were going slower than they ever had in the past, two years of growing up having eased if only just slightly the irrational need to have sex immediately. Sirius slowly switched their positions, pressing Remus’s back into the mattress and kissing the dip of his collarbone. His tongue tasted salt there, and he licked it away before he moved to kiss his nipples. There were several scars on Remus’s chest he had not seen before, and he traced over them with pliant lips.
“Careful,” Remus breathed; some of the scars liked to twinge still. His hand lifted to twine itself in the other’s hair as his stomach and hips were kissed, and he closed his eyes as Sirius’s hands hooked around his boxer-briefs and pulled them down carefully. They fell on the ground with a whisper, and Sirius kissed the bottoms of Remus’s feet before he ran his palms warmly up and between those legs, spreading them apart sufficiently and kissing the quivering insides of thighs. “Unnh…”
The silence was beginning to disappear as Sirius dragged the very tip of his tongue along the thick vein running visibly along Remus’s cock, and he dipped it in the slit at the top to taste lightly-salted pre-come. He heard his name whispered in a choked whimper, and he reached out, sought a hand, and Remus’s fingers twined with his in an almost comical desperation. “Shhh, Remus. Relax.” His own voice startled him, and he blushed before he opened his mouth over the crown of that proud erection and swallowed it. If anything was going to relax Remus, that certainly would not be it, he realized, but Remus was not complaining in the least as he sat up and watched, eyes glazed over. Sirius tongue was miraculous.
Sirius’s hand slid down and rolled Remus’s balls in his palm, a maddeningly gentle gesture that left Remus lifting his hips off of the mattress and begging. “Sirius, let me…Ah, let me be on t-top…” His head fell back and he shuddered as his cock slipped noisily out of Sirius’s mouth, and he groaned when Sirius got on all fours for him. “Fuck yes…” He bent over behind him and dipped his tongue between those perfectly white arsecheeks, and he seized them with eager, kneading hands as he circled his arse with the very tip of the tongue then slid it inside of him. He felt the sheet beneath them crinkle as Sirius seized it and whimpered, his mouth falling open as Remus moved his tongue then to lick him hard and fast.
“Oh, I could die,” Sirius choked, and he snatched his wand from the bedside and summoned an unused bottle of lube from the dresser. He set the bottle down for Remus and relaxed when that tongue disappeared, glancing back at him with dark eyes. “Be careful with me…It’s been a long time. Ah!” His eyes rolled back in his head when Remus pushed a finger inside of him, recalling just where to touch Sirius to make him melt.
Sirius made soft, delighted sounds as Remus stretched him for the first time in so long, and when Remus stopped for a moment then pressed his cock to him, Sirius pressed back on him and whimpered as he was penetrated. Remus had only ever topped once and he had not hurt Sirius, so Sirius had great faith in him this time around. Remus sheathed himself inside of him slowly, taking his time before Sirius’s buttocks pressed against his hips. “God, I’d…forgotten.” Remus sounded pained and he was-he wanted, needed to move, but he would give Sirius the time he needed to adjust. He took it as a sign that he was ready when Sirius wiggled, and he pulled just slightly back to begin a shallow thrust that escalated to a very deep, almost forceful thrust. “Fuck, Sirius…”
Sirius’s eyes squeezed closed as Remus let himself go, and he yelled into the mattress when Remus reached around and seized his cock, stroking him with a lube-soaked hand, and he spread his legs as far as they would go. “M-Moony, oh Merlin,” he choked, and then Remus angled himself just right, transforming Sirius into a wailing little creature, writhing and squeezing the sheets as though they could keep the pleasure of it from being too much. Remus’s fingernails were carving into his hips, and he pushed back as hard as he could, wanting to be pushed over the edge.
Remus’s eyes clamped shut when Sirius clenched around him and yelled into the duvet, thick white streams of come bursting from him and all over both the sheets and Remus’s hand. The sudden, overwhelming tightness of Sirius all around him made Remus toss his head back and sing to the ceiling in rapture as he same hard inside of him, pushed as deep inside of him as he could manage as he was milked for every last drop he had. He pulled out of Sirius and grabbed his boyfriend’s wand, muttering a few cleaning spells before he seized Sirius and held hi tightly in his arms. “Je t’aime,” he gasped, grinning as Sirius laughed at him and burying his face against his neck.
“Now look who’s faking French…I love you, too…” And together, they fell back to sleep.
When Sirius woke up the next morning and found the Remus was not with him, he groaned. He hoped he did not regret it; he had certainly enjoyed himself with Remus despite the light complaints his arse was voicing as he stood up and stretched. Going to the wardrobe, he seized a bathrobe and tied it about himself before he felt someone warm and very clean-scented seize him from behind. Whipping around, he laughed as Remus, who was dressed and ready for the day, seized him around the neck and dragged him in for a sweet kiss. “Morning…I want to go for a walk today, Sirius. It’s lovely outside and I’m so hungry…”
Sirius smirked and nodded before heading for the bathroom. “Fine. Keep yourself entertained while I bathe, ‘kay? And I’ll take you anywhere…” He closed the door before Remus could protest and hugged himself lightly. He had not felt so refreshed in a long time.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Summary: Part 37 of the Smitten series; the funerals come to an end, and Remus decides to move on with his life.
Warnings: Oh yummy, yummy things.
Need to catch up? Need to catch up? http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2817005/1/ Then refer back to LJ for the pr0n. ^_~
Please download and listen to: Chapter 37: Closure Lifehouse: Hanging By a Moment
Chapter 1: My First Valentine: Postal Service: Angel Pumping Gas
Chapter 2: The Potions Essay: Plain White T's: Come on Over
Chapter 3: Toast and Honey: Frank Sinatra: I've Got You Under My Skin
Chapter 4: The First Kiss: Goo Goo Dolls: Iris
Chapter 5: Ira Dulcis: Jewel: Standing Still
Chapter 6: Loss of Face: Rammstein: Otherworld
Chapter 7: The Hospital Wing: Collide: Howie day
Chapter 8: Shy: Muse: Bliss
Chapter 9: The Letter: Muse: Butterflies and Hurricanes
Chapter 10: Tutoring Snape: Default: Wasting My Time
Chapter 11: That Day After: Yellowcard: Cigarette
Chapter 12: Exposed: Finch: Stay With Me
Chapter 13: Just Because All-American Rejects: Dance Inside
Chapter 14: Feeling Threatened: Muse: Apocalypse Now
Chapter 15: Meeting Remus's Parents: Third Eye Blind: Semi-Charmed Life
Chapter 16: The Home He Never Had: All-American Rejects: Dirty Little Secret
Chapter 17: The Shedding of Clothes: Massive Attack: Inertia Creeps
Chapter 18: The Awkward Talk: Third Eye Blind: Never Let You Go
Chapter 19: The Secret: Frank Sinatra: Fly Me to the Moon
Chapter 20: The Unexpected Reward: Alanis Morissette: All I Really Want
Chapter 21: Decline: Yellowcard: Only One
Chapter 22: Quiet: Third Eye Blind: Motorcycle Drive-By
Chapter 23: Unfortunate Discovery: Life of a Salesman: Yellowcard
Chapter 24: The End of an Era: Jewel: You Were Meant for Me
Chapter 25: Retreat: Plain White T's: Hey There Delilah
Chapter 26: The Morning of September First: Oasis: Wonderwall
Chapter 27: The First Success: SpillCanvas: This is For Keeps
Chapter 28: The Question of Christmas Olivia Olson: All I Want For Christmas Is You
Chapter 29: All To Themselves: Third Eye Blind: Blinded
Chapter 30: The Resident Fuck-up: Jimmy Eat World: 23
Chapter 31: Unfulfilled Plain White T's: The Lonely September
Chapter 32: Putting It All Behind Us Silverchair: After All These Years
Chapter 33: Motorcycle Romance The Postal Service: Such Great Heights
Chapter 34: When It Really Hit Him Jewel: Foolish Games
Chapter 35: That’s When We’ll Explode Muse: Unintended
Chapter 36: A Different Type of Wound Third Eye Blind: Wounded
The funerals for Flora McConnell and John Lupin were quiet and small, consisting of only family and close friends. There was no time for separate funerals, nor was the Ministry willing to shell out the gold for separate funerals. Remus was very quiet throughout the entire affair, only stepping up to the caskets to say a few choked, tearful words to the small crowd before he moved back to his seat and buried his face against Sirius’s shoulder to cry in a sort of privacy.
Dumbledore stood up at the funeral to speak, having known the Lupins intimately, and he cleared his throat. “John Lupin was murdered. It was no accident, and it was because of Fenrir Greyback that this family was so torn asunder. John Lupin worked in passing many discriminatory laws concerning werewolves in the beginning of his work in the Ministry, and Greyback took it upon himself to make John realize exactly what he had done.” Remus covered his face with his hands and leaned into Sirius’s one-armed embrace. “He was not finished, however, and because of his bloodlust and dark ties with Voldemort, John Lupin and his innocent ex-wife were murdered in their homes. It is unjust, but death often is.”
When the eulogies were given and the caskets were lowered into the ground and covered, Remus stood in front of his mother’s grave by himself, staring down at the freshly-dug soil and allowing himself one last cry before he turned away and went to the road where Sirius waited on their bike, looking comical in black dress robes on the roaring machine. He climbed on behind him and laid his head between his shoulders, thankful for the gentle pat on his knee before they went flying down the road through the countryside.
Remus went to sleep when they got back home, and Sirius let him sleep all day.
Remus woke to Sirius sleeping beside him, glancing at a clock that proclaimed three in the morning. He sniffed and rubbed his eyes before he went to the bathroom and came back, nuzzling into the soft mattress and watching Sirius in his sleep. The window was open, the moonlight filtering through and casting blue-white streaks of light all along his body. He was half out of the covers, wearing boxers and one sock, and when Remus reached over to tuck his hair out of his face, he smiled as Sirius whispered his name in sleep and giggled.
He felt the overwhelming need to wake Sirius up, so he shook his shoulder a little and watched as Sirius’s eyes slipped open suspiciously. “Wha’ d’you want?” he asked playfully, voice thick with sleep, but as he spoke, he pulled Remus down and kissed him there in the dark. Remus’s hands slid up to rest on either side of Sirius’s head, his body moving on top of his boyfriend’s for the first time in years. “Oh.” Sirius’s voice was soft, and he shifted the blankets around so they covered them both. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah,” Remus confessed, and he blushed as he allowed himself to trail delicate kisses over Sirius’s neck and up to his ear. He heard Sirius gasp as his tongue tasted the delicate shell, and when he traced the outer edge, Sirius squirmed and slid his hands into Remus’s shirt to caress his back. Remus had quite forgotten about this spot; Sirius could be stoked with the lightest touch to his ears, and Remus’s tongue had a penchant for finding a spot within that spot that could make Sirius keen.
Sirius’s hands pulled Remus’s shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, palms raking over bare skin in reverence when Remus pressed their lips together and let their breathing determine the delicate balance of skin-on-skin. They were heating up quickly, and the blanket was shoved away by one or the other-neither remembered it-before Remus shed his cloth pants and lay there on top of Sirius in only his boxer-briefs, tangling their fuzzy legs together and moaning at the heat passing continually between them. “I’ve missed this,” Remus murmured as Sirius touched the skin just beneath the elastic waistband of his underwear, and he swallowed hard as Sirius’s hands slid inside and cupped his bare arse. “A lot.”
Sirius nodded and looked into Remus’s eyes for a split second before he opened his mouth over his and slid his tongue between those pretty lips, every movement sending tingles right down to his toes. His fingernails trailed the downward curve of Remus’s buttocks before seizing the supple handfuls of flesh and using them to pull Remus hard into the kiss. A bead of sweat ran down the bumps of Remus’s spine and pooled in his lower back, his breath escaping in pants when he felt delectable friction between his cock and Sirius’s that had been absent for too long.
Slowly, they lapsed into silence, only the sound of their movements between the sheets and the light, wet sounds of their lips parting and joining again breaking the quiet. They were going slower than they ever had in the past, two years of growing up having eased if only just slightly the irrational need to have sex immediately. Sirius slowly switched their positions, pressing Remus’s back into the mattress and kissing the dip of his collarbone. His tongue tasted salt there, and he licked it away before he moved to kiss his nipples. There were several scars on Remus’s chest he had not seen before, and he traced over them with pliant lips.
“Careful,” Remus breathed; some of the scars liked to twinge still. His hand lifted to twine itself in the other’s hair as his stomach and hips were kissed, and he closed his eyes as Sirius’s hands hooked around his boxer-briefs and pulled them down carefully. They fell on the ground with a whisper, and Sirius kissed the bottoms of Remus’s feet before he ran his palms warmly up and between those legs, spreading them apart sufficiently and kissing the quivering insides of thighs. “Unnh…”
The silence was beginning to disappear as Sirius dragged the very tip of his tongue along the thick vein running visibly along Remus’s cock, and he dipped it in the slit at the top to taste lightly-salted pre-come. He heard his name whispered in a choked whimper, and he reached out, sought a hand, and Remus’s fingers twined with his in an almost comical desperation. “Shhh, Remus. Relax.” His own voice startled him, and he blushed before he opened his mouth over the crown of that proud erection and swallowed it. If anything was going to relax Remus, that certainly would not be it, he realized, but Remus was not complaining in the least as he sat up and watched, eyes glazed over. Sirius tongue was miraculous.
Sirius’s hand slid down and rolled Remus’s balls in his palm, a maddeningly gentle gesture that left Remus lifting his hips off of the mattress and begging. “Sirius, let me…Ah, let me be on t-top…” His head fell back and he shuddered as his cock slipped noisily out of Sirius’s mouth, and he groaned when Sirius got on all fours for him. “Fuck yes…” He bent over behind him and dipped his tongue between those perfectly white arsecheeks, and he seized them with eager, kneading hands as he circled his arse with the very tip of the tongue then slid it inside of him. He felt the sheet beneath them crinkle as Sirius seized it and whimpered, his mouth falling open as Remus moved his tongue then to lick him hard and fast.
“Oh, I could die,” Sirius choked, and he snatched his wand from the bedside and summoned an unused bottle of lube from the dresser. He set the bottle down for Remus and relaxed when that tongue disappeared, glancing back at him with dark eyes. “Be careful with me…It’s been a long time. Ah!” His eyes rolled back in his head when Remus pushed a finger inside of him, recalling just where to touch Sirius to make him melt.
Sirius made soft, delighted sounds as Remus stretched him for the first time in so long, and when Remus stopped for a moment then pressed his cock to him, Sirius pressed back on him and whimpered as he was penetrated. Remus had only ever topped once and he had not hurt Sirius, so Sirius had great faith in him this time around. Remus sheathed himself inside of him slowly, taking his time before Sirius’s buttocks pressed against his hips. “God, I’d…forgotten.” Remus sounded pained and he was-he wanted, needed to move, but he would give Sirius the time he needed to adjust. He took it as a sign that he was ready when Sirius wiggled, and he pulled just slightly back to begin a shallow thrust that escalated to a very deep, almost forceful thrust. “Fuck, Sirius…”
Sirius’s eyes squeezed closed as Remus let himself go, and he yelled into the mattress when Remus reached around and seized his cock, stroking him with a lube-soaked hand, and he spread his legs as far as they would go. “M-Moony, oh Merlin,” he choked, and then Remus angled himself just right, transforming Sirius into a wailing little creature, writhing and squeezing the sheets as though they could keep the pleasure of it from being too much. Remus’s fingernails were carving into his hips, and he pushed back as hard as he could, wanting to be pushed over the edge.
Remus’s eyes clamped shut when Sirius clenched around him and yelled into the duvet, thick white streams of come bursting from him and all over both the sheets and Remus’s hand. The sudden, overwhelming tightness of Sirius all around him made Remus toss his head back and sing to the ceiling in rapture as he same hard inside of him, pushed as deep inside of him as he could manage as he was milked for every last drop he had. He pulled out of Sirius and grabbed his boyfriend’s wand, muttering a few cleaning spells before he seized Sirius and held hi tightly in his arms. “Je t’aime,” he gasped, grinning as Sirius laughed at him and burying his face against his neck.
“Now look who’s faking French…I love you, too…” And together, they fell back to sleep.
When Sirius woke up the next morning and found the Remus was not with him, he groaned. He hoped he did not regret it; he had certainly enjoyed himself with Remus despite the light complaints his arse was voicing as he stood up and stretched. Going to the wardrobe, he seized a bathrobe and tied it about himself before he felt someone warm and very clean-scented seize him from behind. Whipping around, he laughed as Remus, who was dressed and ready for the day, seized him around the neck and dragged him in for a sweet kiss. “Morning…I want to go for a walk today, Sirius. It’s lovely outside and I’m so hungry…”
Sirius smirked and nodded before heading for the bathroom. “Fine. Keep yourself entertained while I bathe, ‘kay? And I’ll take you anywhere…” He closed the door before Remus could protest and hugged himself lightly. He had not felt so refreshed in a long time.