Fic: The Werewolf Missions for cackling_madly
Title: The Werewolf Missions
Author: fullmoon_dreams
Recipient: cackling_madly
Rating: NC17
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *none save for guy on guy sex, which let’s face it should be a given for a Remus/Sirius story with an NC17 rating*
Word Count: 5907
Beta: myprettycabinet (Thanks so much for all your help and sorry for the last minuteness of it all)
Summary: Two separate missions surrounding one dangerous werewolf pack bring Sirius Black and Remus Lupin face to face with the Winchester brothers.
(A Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover.)
“Fuck!” Sirius glared at the gnarled tree root he’d stumbled over and gave it a swift kick, stubbing his toe in the process.
Remus looked back at him in concern. “Are you okay?”
“Sure,” Sirius grumbled. “How much further do you think it is?”
Remus shrugged. “Don’t know. The reports in the Prophet didn’t exactly give a map and directions.”
Sirius was sure they’d been walking for hours, though in fact it was probably only around thirty minutes or so.
Remus continued walking through the dense forest while Sirius took a moment to rest. Why was he doing this again? A gust of wind swept through the trees and caught Remus’s patched robes, lifting them just enough that his shapely arse, covered by the tightest trousers Sirius had ever seen, was on display. Oh yeah, that was why.
“Fuck!”
Remus turned around. “Not again, Sirius!”
Sirius shook his head and reached for his wand. He raised a finger to his lips and Remus caught his meaning immediately. The second expletive hadn’t come from him.
~*~
Castiel had really landed them in it this time. The Winchester brothers were used to the vague information from the angel, but this was ridiculous.
A werewolf problem he said.
He’d send them there he said.
A quick clean up job he said.
Compared to some of the creatures they’d been up against over the years, werewolves were pretty standard stuff. It should have been a walk in the park, but instead they were wandering around in the woods, in the middle of the night, without their equipment, and with no clue as to where the hell they were.
Dean flashed his torch around the small clearing. “I think we’re going round in circles.”
Sam sat down on a nearby log and pulled out his mobile phone. “Still no signal.”
Dean snorted. “I don’t know why you keep checking it. We’ve not been able to get a signal since we got here.”
“I’d still like to know where here is. I’m not even sure we’re in America.”
Dean considered asking Sam how he’d come to that particular conclusion, but he suspected the answer wouldn’t help their current problem and would probably be some boring information about the vegetation they were stumbling through.
“Cas!” Dean yelled into the night, though without any hope of getting a response. The angel hadn’t been seen since he’d appeared in their motel room earlier that day with this dubious mission.
“Let’s just try and find a road or something,” Sam suggested. “We’ll find some civilisation and take things from there.”
Dean nodded and they continued traipsing through the trees.
At least it wasn’t a full moon tonight, though a glance at the silver orb through the canopy of leaves indicated it was coming tomorrow.
~*~
They were surrounded.
Sirius stood with his back to Remus, knowing the werewolf had his back, just as surely as he had Remus’s.
“Looking for us?” the apparent leader of the group asked as he strolled forward.
“Depends who you are,” Sirius replied with as much bravado as he could muster.
“We’re The Pack,” the werewolf said. “And you are prey.”
“No, he’s not,” Remus interrupted. “He’s with me.”
“You’re not Pack,” a female werewolf sneered from the edge of the clearing. “You cannot claim prey as your own.”
“Now, now, let the runt talk,” the leader said. “He might not be Pack, but he is one of our kind.”
Sirius knew they had one chance to get out of this, and it would be up to Remus to deliver them to safety. While his first instinct was to defend Remus and declare that he was anything but a runt, he knew he had to stay silent, even if it was the hardest thing he had ever done. Maybe Remus had been right, perhaps he should have gone on this mission alone.
“I bring a message to you from Albus Dumbledore,” Remus began.
Unfortunately, before he could say anything else, the werewolves shouted him down. They didn’t want to listen, not even to one of their own kind.
Sirius gripped his wand tighter and tried to judge whether he and Remus could make a dash for safety. Loathe though he was to admit it, he couldn’t see a way out of this right now. They were prisoners of The Pack.
~*~
“Oh thank you, thank you!” Dean shouted as he ran towards the familiar sight of his most precious possession, his Impala.
Sam took a more leisurely pace, though he was just as pleased to see the car, and the weapons it contained, as Dean.
Dean had already opened the trunk of the car and was rooting around inside for the guns. He passed one to Sam as soon as he reached the car.
Sam checked the safety was on and then turned to see where they were. It was hard to tell in the pre-dawn light, but they appeared to be somewhere near the edge of a large forest. “You want to try and find a motel?”
Dean shook his head. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t see a way of driving out of here.”
Sam realised Dean was right. It was as though the car had been dropped down into the middle of nowhere and the trees sprung up around it. There wasn’t a single gap large enough to drive the Impala through.
On the plus side, Sam was sure he could hear the sound of traffic. He headed towards the sound and soon found himself out of the trees. He looked around and spotted what appeared to be a busy road in the distance. There was something slightly off about it, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. Curiosity won out. He turned round to call back to Dean, only to find he was right behind him. “I think I’m going to take a walk and see if I can find out anything about the werewolf problem from the locals. You coming?”
As they approached the road, Sam realised what was wrong with it. “The cars are driving on the wrong side of the road,” he said.
“I guess we’re not in Kansas anymore,” Dean quipped.
“My guess is England.”
“I always wanted to visit England.” Dean practically rubbed his hands with glee. “I hear English women throw themselves at American men.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Just make sure that if it’s a female werewolf throwing herself at you, you remember to shoot her.”
Dean laughed and they carried on walking towards the road.
The quaint little village they eventually reached was full of tiny cottages with neatly tended gardens. They walked down the narrow road, looking for some place they could get something to eat… and the local gossip.
They found both in the form of a small cosy corner café.
The owner, a woman who looked as old as the hills, but wasn’t immune to Dean’s flirting, provided them with a full English breakfast and a side order of rumours about some wild dog, or maybe a big cat, which roamed the woods at night.
She had returned to the counter to get them another coffee when Sam realised they had a problem. “Dean, how are we going to pay for this?”
“With money?” Dean mumbled around a mouthful of bacon.
“We’re in England,” Sam reminded him.
“Shit. You think maybe if we overpay her, she’ll accept dollars instead?”
It might have worked if it had been Moira collecting their payment. Unfortunately, for the Winchesters, she was relieved from her duties by her husband, and Sam and Dean ended up paying for their meal by washing the dishes and wiping down the tables.
It was a small price to pay, especially when they had a lead on where the werewolf problem was located.
It was while they were cleaning the tables they realised they were further away from home than they first thought.
“Dean, take a look at this.” Sam waved Dean across to the table and gestured to the newspaper a previous customer had left behind.
“Waddington Defeat. Wrea Green wins Lancashire’s Best Kept Village Award,” Dean read out loud. “So what?”
“Not the headline.” Sam pointed to the date. “It’s 1980.”
“Time travel. Damn, I guess that means no internet access either.”
“We’ll have to get our information the old fashioned way,” Sam agreed.
“Flirting,” Dean declared with a grin.
They spent the rest of the day in the village, gathering as much information as they could, and when the sun began to set they made their way back towards the Impala and the werewolf they had come here to kill.
~*~
Sirius knew the Pack meant this to be his death sentence and a life time of mental torture for Remus. Caging a human with a werewolf on the night of the full moon would, in any other circumstances, result in one outcome alone.
“How long?” Sirius asked.
“About ten more minutes,” Remus replied.
“How can you be so calm about this? They’re not locking themselves up for the night. They’re going to be out there attacking innocent people!”
“We’re miles away from anyone. If they really wanted to attack people they would leave you out there with them.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“I have to believe it.”
Sirius sighed. That was Remus all over. He always tried to think the best of people, always gave them the benefit of the doubt. While Sirius himself thought the worst.
The guard on the door was a werewolf too. Sirius could see the wolfish look in his eyes. He knew he had to wait until the moon had risen and the transformations were complete before he took on the form of Padfoot. He’d never cut it so close before, and he was actually quite nervous.
“You should get undressed,” he said.
Remus nodded and started to strip down. He folded his clothes carefully and put them out of the way in a rickety looking cupboard.
Sirius tried his best to keep his eyes averted, but had only marginal success. He really should get round to telling Remus how he felt about him. Unfortunately, with only minutes until moonrise, now was hardly the time.
~*~
“I think I heard something,” Dean said. Darkness had fallen and they were back in the woods. The full moon had just risen and if there was a werewolf in the woods they were going to find it. At least this time they were armed, after some debate with tranquiliser guns, and ready to take on the werewolf.
Sam spun round and looked at where Dean was staring into the trees. A branch cracked, far too closely for comfort.
The brothers stood motionless as they listened for any other sound. It was quiet, perhaps a little too quiet in fact.
Then they heard the first howl of a wolf. It didn’t come from the direction they were expecting, although the second cry did.
“Two werewolves,” Sam whispered, right before a third howl joined the others, then a fourth and a fifth.
“It’s a pack,” Dean replied, before adding a rather sarcastic, “thanks for warning us Cas.”
They checked the guns and counted the number of darts they had. It wasn’t many, though they did have their regular guns with live ammunition as well. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. They just had to make sure every shot counted.
The first werewolf sprang from the trees. Sam took it down with a nice clean shot. The sedative was strong enough to keep it unconscious until well after sunrise.
“One down,” Dean said as they began walking further into the woods.
After ten minutes or so they literally stumbled across the second and third of the werewolves, who were having some sort of fight of their own. Sam scrambled away from the nearest of the werewolves while Dean took out the first of them. By the time the second turned to take on Dean, Sam had retrieved his own gun and took him out too.
“Piece of cake,” Dean crowed as they continued the hunt. “At this rate we’ll have finished up well before midnight.”
Sam was more cautious. “Don’t be too sure about that. If this was a regular werewolf pack there must be hunters over here to deal with them. Cas sent us here for a reason, so there must be something more to this.”
~*~
The door wasn’t secure, that much was obvious as soon as the moon had risen. A couple of hard pounds against it by a full grown werewolf and the wood splintered.
Sirius, now safely in the form of Padfoot chased after Moony, who was hunting down the guard. It was going to be messy if he didn’t catch up with them and keep Moony from getting into too much trouble.
The house, located far in the middle of the woods, was large, cavernous and, from what Sirius had seen on their arrival, appeared to be the home of the entire pack. It seemed, however, that the pack didn’t bother to stay home on the night of the full moon. Apart from the guard and themselves, the building was deserted.
Padfoot found Moony in the kitchen. The guard was crouching in the corner, his hackles up and his teeth bared. Now who was the runt?
~*~
“How many do you have left?” Dean asked. Sam had just taken down another werewolf, the fifth of the night.
Sam checked. “One dart left. What about you?”
“I’m out. I’m sure we had more than that in the trunk. Cas should have made sure we had enough for this job.”
“We’ve still got the live ammo. Though I’d rather not use it if it can be avoided. We don’t know anything about these werewolves. They might not be responsible for the attacks, or it might just be one of the pack going rogue. If we can round them all up and talk to them when they’re human again it might resolve things.”
Dean squinted through the trees. “I think I see a light up ahead.”
Sam followed his gaze and realised there was a structure hidden in the trees. It looked like a large farmhouse, with lots of out buildings. He hoped it was simply the home of someone who liked the peace and quiet, and not the pack’s primary residence. If it was the latter it would be a nightmare to search.
They headed toward it and banged on the front door. No one came to answer and Dean went to look in the nearest window.
“See anything?” Sam asked as he tried to peer through the small glass pane of the door.
“No, the curtains are drawn.”
Sam nodded further along. “The light’s coming from the window over there.”
They went to the window with the light and looked inside. It appeared to be a dining room, but even though the lights were on, the room was as empty as the rest of the house appeared to be.
A howl echoed suddenly from inside the building.
“Shit!” Dean swore and ran back to the front door. Sam was close on his heels. Hopefully there was nobody in the building except the werewolf. They had to make sure though.
The door was unlocked and swung open immediately.
The werewolf howled again. It seemed to be coming from the back of the house. The brothers moved cautiously through the rooms, guns raised, ready to bring the werewolf down as soon as it appeared. Sam went first, since he was carrying the last tranquiliser dart.
The howls were echoing through the rooms and Sam was beginning to suspect there might be more than one werewolf in the building. He hoped he was wrong and it was merely echoes of a single wolf’s cries he was hearing.
His hopes were dashed when they entered the kitchen. Three werewolves were scuffling in the darkness. Three wolves, one dart - the odds were not good.
One of the werewolves appeared to be cornered by the other two. The cornered werewolf appeared to have spotted the Winchesters entering, though the other two seemed more intent on the werewolf than the human intruders.
Suddenly the cornered werewolf charged the others and made a break for it, heading straight for the brothers.
Sam’s last dart found its mark and the werewolf skidded to a halt before flopping down on the tiles, out for the count.
That left two werewolves and no darts.
No, wait a minute. Sam peered towards the two creatures, trying to get a closer look. His suspicions were right. One of the werewolves was in fact a regular dog, albeit a large one that looked just as vicious as the werewolf itself.
With the enemy taken down, the remaining werewolf turned its attention to the Winchesters. Sam pulled his second gun, the one with live rounds in it, and took the safety off. He took aim, but the dog seemed to know what he was going to do and put itself right in his line of sight.
“I can’t get a clean shot,” Dean said. His finger itched to pull the trigger as he tried to aim round the dog at the shielded werewolf. He risked a glance at his brother. He was glad to see he wasn’t panicking, not that he expected him to be; they had been in far worse situations, and that was just in the last month.
Sam shook his head. “Me neither. I’d rather not shoot unless I have to though.”
Sam inched his way to the right, but the dog remained in the way. The damn thing seemed to be doing it on purpose. It wouldn’t be able to keep it up forever. Sooner or later the werewolf would go for them. He wanted to be able to incapacitate it before it attacked them, otherwise he might end up killing it anyway.
“Do think this room is secure?” Sam asked. “If we locked the door behind us, could you see another exit?”
“I don’t know. How many of those open doors are cupboards and closets and which lead to other rooms?”
Sam had no idea. They couldn’t risk the werewolf finding another way out. If it went for them they would have to shoot.
~*~
Padfoot growled at the two men who had appeared in the kitchen. As grateful as he was for their part in taking down the guard, he wished they’d go away before Moony got away from him. He could only keep him distracted for so long.
He gave a loud bark and growled at them. Were they stupid or something? Clearly they were Muggles, with Muggle weapons, and the last thing he wanted was for them to turn their weapons on Moony.
It was a stand off and there was nothing they could do except wait, and hope the dawn came quickly.
~*~
Sunrise wasn’t coming quickly enough. Moony was getting impatient and Padfoot was having a hard time keeping him under control. Thankfully the Muggles were holding their ground, making no attempt to come closer or to attack from where they stood.
If he just kept himself between Moony and the Muggles, things would be okay.
~*~
“We can’t just stand here all night,” Dean hissed. “The werewolf’s getting restless. The dog won’t be able to keep it back for much longer.”
“What do you suggest?”
“I don’t know. I was hoping you might have something.”
Sam was drawing a blank.
The Winchesters watched as the dog turned back to the werewolf and nudged him towards the door on the far side of the room. The werewolf seemed reluctant to go there, but eventually he let the dog chase him through the doorway. A moment later the dog came back through into the kitchen, but before the werewolf joined him he slammed the door closed with a paw.
What happened next made Sam do a double take. The dog, or what he had thought was a dog, suddenly rose onto his hind legs and transformed into a dark-haired young man who locked the door closed.
“Sorry, Moony, but you’ll be safe in there until morning.”
Sam lowered his gun. Was this a dog taking human form or a man taking the form of a dog? The answer could make a big difference.
The man turned to face them. “Are you two fucking stupid or something? You must have heard them howling, why the hell didn’t you get out of here?”
“We were sent here to sort out the werewolf problem,” Sam explained.
“You’d have been better off staying at home. This isn’t just a couple of werewolves, it’s a full pack, and they don’t seem to like visitors, not even other werewolves.”
Dean sat down at the kitchen table. “We know what we’re doing.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“We’re more than capable of taking on a few werewolves, even those with their own personal guard dog.”
The stranger gave a barking laugh and the tension in the room lifted. He sat down opposite Dean and helped himself to a long swallow from the half full bottle of whiskey that had been left on the table by one of the pack. “We came here to talk to the pack. They didn’t want to listen. You should get out of here before they get back.”
“We took out a fair few of them, if not the whole lot,” Sam said as grabbed a trio of glasses and joined them at the table. He poured them each a glass. “I’m guessing the werewolf in the cupboard is a friend of yours.”
“One of my best friends, and I won’t let you hurt him.”
“I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean.”
“Sirius Black.” He took a drink from the glass Sam pushed in his direction. “I’ll introduce you to Remus in the morning, if you don’t mind.”
Dean laughed. “Good idea.”
~*~
The next morning Sirius unlocked the door as soon the werewolf on the floor started to transform. He was still unconscious and the Winchesters assured him he would be out of it for a while yet. Remus on the other hand would be wide awake and hungry as hell.
Sirius slipped into the closet and bent down to check Remus was okay. It was the one time he could look at the man he had loved for several long years without Remus shying away from him. Not that Remus had a clue how he felt, of course.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” Sirius chirped as he patted Remus on the arse. The morning after the full moon was one of the rare times he dared to be so bold with Remus. He cherished these moments like no others.
“Fuck off, Padfoot,” Remus grumbled.
Sirius laughed at Remus’s standard response and hauled him to his feet. “Come on, we need to get out of here and there’re two Hunters out there who’d like to meet you.”
“Hunters?”
“Yeah. They travel all over hunting supernatural creatures. Last night they took out the entire pack, or at least they claim to have done. There might be one or two still conscious, but that’s quite a feat for a pair of Muggles.”
Remus pulled on the robes Sirius had picked up from the back of one of the chairs and Sirius ushered him into the kitchen.
Although they had only been in the closet for a few minutes, it was enough time for one of the pack to return. The big hulking beast of a man had probably barely felt the Muggle weapon.
“We’ll just be leaving now,” Sirius declared. “Come on Remus.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” the newest arrival argued, and since he was blocking the door and their wands had been taken from them the previous night, they were rather stuck.
“Well, isn’t this nice?” Dean commented. “What’s for breakfast?”
~*~
It was nearly an hour before the rest of the pack returned from their night. Every single one of them was suffering the same effects of having been knocked out with tranquilisers the night before. Sam did a quick head count and sure enough there was one more werewolf than there had been darts in their arsenal.
Once everyone was sitting round the table, Dean took charge. “Good morning everyone. Thanks for having us here.”
Sirius chuckled. There were quite a few people present who he was fairly sure the pack didn’t want in their house, and right now he suspected Dean was at the top of the list.
“Now, I suppose you’re wondering why my brother and I are here?”
No one seemed inclined to answer his question, but Dean didn’t let it phase him. “Well, we heard there was some werewolf trouble in the area, and we thought we’d stop by and deal with it for you all.”
The leader of the pack laughed loudly. “We don’t have any trouble at all, unless we count you.”
Dean gave a sarcastic laugh of his own. “I think you can count us as trouble; don’t you agree Sam? You see, last night we used tranqs on you guys. Next month, if you’re not nice and secure on the night of the full moon, we’ll be using bullets. We’re going to go home and leave you to think about that.”
“Your Muggle weapons don’t scare me,” the leader of the pack sneered.
“I guess we’ll be seeing you next month then,” Dean said as he stood up and walked towards the door. Sam followed him. “You coming with us?” he asked Sirius and Remus.
“The human can leave, the runt stays here,” the leader answered before Sirius or Remus could move. “With the right training he might make a useful member of the pack in time.”
“No chance,” Sirius replied. “Come on, Remus.”
The leader banged a fist on the table. “The runt stays here!”
Sirius shot up from his seat and glared down at the man who persisted in insulting Remus. “Don’t call Remus a runt!”
“Sirius, it’s okay, really.”
“No, it’s not okay at all,” Sirius shouted. “I’m sick of wizards treating you like shit because you’re a werewolf. Then when you come here and get treated just as bad by other werewolves… well, I just won’t stand for it.”
Remus stood up and put a calming hand on Sirius’s arm. “Sirius, I can take care of myself. It’s not your job to protect me.”
“Well it should be!” Sirius yelled. “It should be my job. Haven’t you realised that yet?”
Remus jerked back and his hand flew to his mouth. “Oh.”
Fuck! He’d said too much. “Remus? I-”
That was as far as Sirius got before Remus launched himself at him and kissed him, right there in front of everyone.
“I ain’t having no fucking queers in the pack,” one of the werewolves stated. “Get them both out of ‘ere before I’m sick.”
Sirius pulled away just long enough to croak out the word “wands”.
“How do we know you won’t use them on us?” the leader asked.
“Because the only thing I want to do right now is apparate the two of us somewhere we can be alone,” Sirius replied. “So unless you want to see us fucking on your kitchen table, I suggest you give us back our wands.”
“I don’t trust you not to turn on us,” the leader insisted.
Dean, still in the doorway, pulled out his Muggle gun. “Do you trust me to shoot you where you stand?”
Sam had already pulled out his own gun. Sirius had quizzed the two of them about their various weapons while they had talked during the night. He wasn’t sure how much the pack knew about them, but he was damn sure the Winchesters couldn’t take out the entire pack all at once. At best they could shoot two of them before rest of them attacked.
Luckily the members of the pack were not as clued up on Muggle weapons as Sirius and the wands were produced and thrust into Sirius’s hand.
He gave the Winchesters a nod of thanks. The brothers backed towards the door, their weapons still drawn. Then they disappeared out of sight. Sirius hoped they made it back to their own lives without any further difficulties. He should probably have checked they were safely out of harms way, but his main priority was Remus. With the departure of the Winchesters, every bit of his attention was focused entirely on Remus and the way the other man was clinging to his body.
Sirius focused on his flat and apparated the two of them to the doorstep. They stumbled in through the front door and tripped over their own feet and each others on the way to the bedroom.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Remus asked between kisses. “If I’d known…”
“You could have said something too,” Sirius pointed out as he struggled with the knot of his robes.
“We’ll argue about it later,” Remus said. “Now I want to see you, touch you. Oh Merlin, Sirius, why did we wait so long?”
Sirius finally struggled out of his robes and climbed onto the bed. “Come here,” he ordered and Remus leapt onto the covers. Sirius laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so agile the morning after the full moon.”
“Now you know how to get me moving we’ll have to make this a monthly thing,” Remus teased as he showered Sirius’s chest with soft kisses.
“I’m thinking daily,” Sirius suggested. “Maybe even hourly if you reckon you’re up to it.”
Remus sat back on his heels and Sirius looked his fill at the beautiful werewolf.
“You like?” Remus asked, and even though Sirius could tell he was trying for teasing, he sensed the fear of rejection behind the words. It was the same fear he too had felt, which had stopped him telling Remus how much he loved him.
Sirius grinned up at Remus and crooked his finger to beckon him closer. “Do you even need to ask? I love you, just as you are. Now how about you come closer and let me show you how much.”
Remus inched closer and kneeled between Sirius’s legs. Sirius reached out to caress Remus’s bony hips, silently noting the thinness that was just a touch on the side of unhealthy. He’d make sure that was remedied as soon as he moved Remus in with him. His beloved werewolf wasn’t going to be going without again.
“Beautiful,” Sirius said as he stroked Remus’s thighs, teasing the other man with light touches, never quite reaching the jutting cock, leaking and begging for the attention of his lips. “Tell me what you want, Remus.”
Remus’s reply was practically a groan. “Suck me.”
Sirius flipped Remus onto his back and dove between his legs, taking as much of Remus’s cock into his mouth as he could. Sirius teased the slit with his tongue and sucked on the head with vigour. Remus moaned and writhed on the mattress and Sirius began to fondle his balls, playing with them and caressing them as he had longed to do since catching his first glimpse of them back in the showers at Hogwarts.
Remus bucked his hips and slowly fucked Sirius’s mouth.
“Stop! Sirius, stop!”
Sirius pulled back immediately. “What is it?”
Remus sat up and pulled Sirius into a searing hot kiss. Sirius wasn’t sure if he was trying to crawl into Remus’s lap or if it was the other way round. Their cocks bumped together, teasing them both with the fleeting touches. Sirius fell back onto the mattress, pulling Remus on top of him.
“What do you want, Sirius?” Remus whispered. “Do you want me to suck you?”
Sirius shook his head. Later.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
Sirius gasped as Remus reached down and coaxed his legs apart.
“Is that what you want?” Remus whispered. “You want my cock in your arse?”
Sirius spread his legs wider and nodded. “Want you to fill me up.”
Remus reached between Sirius’s legs and fingered his hole. “You want it rough? You want to be fucked by a werewolf?”
Sirius nodded again, this time more franticly. “Fuck me! Now!”
Remus slipped a finger inside him, then two. Sirius pushed back against them, wanting more. “More. Give me more.”
Remus took away his fingers and hooked Sirius’s legs over his shoulders. “Ready?”
Sirius could feel the thick cock nudging at his stretched hole and wanted it in him. “Don’t make me beg.”
Remus laughed. “Sirius, you’ve been begging ever since we started this.”
Sirius opened his mouth to argue, but all he managed to do was cry out as Remus thrust into him.
“Move,” he ordered when he finally got his voice back. “Fuck me, Remus. Please.”
Remus began to move, slowly at first, then faster. Sirius met him thrust for thrust, each one taking him a little closer to the precipice, until finally they tumbled over the edge. Sirius couldn’t tell who had come first, though later he liked to think they had reached their individual climaxes at the exact same moment. It probably wasn’t strictly true, but it was close enough that Remus let him believe it.
As they lay there in a sweaty heap of post-orgasmic bliss Sirius sighed as he relished the feeling of Remus still buried deep inside him. As missions for Dumbledore went, he had to admit this one had been the most successful by far.
~*~
Sam and Dean returned to the Impala after leaving the pack’s lair. Sam wasn’t entirely surprised to see Castiel leaning on the bonnet waiting for him.
Dean immediately started complaining about the lack of information, tranquiliser darts and the fact he couldn’t drive the car from the place Castiel had placed it.
“You didn’t need to drive the car anywhere,” Castiel explained. “You only needed the weapons it contained.”
“More tranquiliser darts would have been useful.”
“You had enough to complete your mission,” Castiel pointed out with a trace of impatience creeping into his voice. “What about you, Sam? Anything you’d like to bring up with me?”
Sam didn’t see the point in complaining himself. The angel did what he wanted anyway. He was more curious as to why they were here and asked as much.
Castiel ignored Dean’s continuing complaints and focused his attention on Sam. “You needed to know that the trials you face are not new, nor are they consigned only to your part of the world.”
Dean snorted. “We could have found that out by surfing the internet in our own century.”
“You also needed to meet one particular werewolf, for he will play a part in your lives in the future.”
“Remus, right?” Sam asked.
Castiel merely smiled. “That’s for you to discover when the time is right. Now, shall we go home?”
Dean nodded. “There’d better not be a scratch on her,” he warned as he checked the car for damage.
Sam looked towards the trees. “What about the pack?”
“They will be more cautious in the future,” Castiel replied. “The villages in the vicinity will be safe again.”
Sam breathed a sigh of relief. “Then let’s go home.”
And the angel, the Winchesters and the Impala vanished from the woods as though they had never been there. The only evidence of their passing through disappeared with them; only the memories of their visit remained.
Author: fullmoon_dreams
Recipient: cackling_madly
Rating: NC17
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *none save for guy on guy sex, which let’s face it should be a given for a Remus/Sirius story with an NC17 rating*
Word Count: 5907
Beta: myprettycabinet (Thanks so much for all your help and sorry for the last minuteness of it all)
Summary: Two separate missions surrounding one dangerous werewolf pack bring Sirius Black and Remus Lupin face to face with the Winchester brothers.
(A Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover.)
“Fuck!” Sirius glared at the gnarled tree root he’d stumbled over and gave it a swift kick, stubbing his toe in the process.
Remus looked back at him in concern. “Are you okay?”
“Sure,” Sirius grumbled. “How much further do you think it is?”
Remus shrugged. “Don’t know. The reports in the Prophet didn’t exactly give a map and directions.”
Sirius was sure they’d been walking for hours, though in fact it was probably only around thirty minutes or so.
Remus continued walking through the dense forest while Sirius took a moment to rest. Why was he doing this again? A gust of wind swept through the trees and caught Remus’s patched robes, lifting them just enough that his shapely arse, covered by the tightest trousers Sirius had ever seen, was on display. Oh yeah, that was why.
“Fuck!”
Remus turned around. “Not again, Sirius!”
Sirius shook his head and reached for his wand. He raised a finger to his lips and Remus caught his meaning immediately. The second expletive hadn’t come from him.
~*~
Castiel had really landed them in it this time. The Winchester brothers were used to the vague information from the angel, but this was ridiculous.
A werewolf problem he said.
He’d send them there he said.
A quick clean up job he said.
Compared to some of the creatures they’d been up against over the years, werewolves were pretty standard stuff. It should have been a walk in the park, but instead they were wandering around in the woods, in the middle of the night, without their equipment, and with no clue as to where the hell they were.
Dean flashed his torch around the small clearing. “I think we’re going round in circles.”
Sam sat down on a nearby log and pulled out his mobile phone. “Still no signal.”
Dean snorted. “I don’t know why you keep checking it. We’ve not been able to get a signal since we got here.”
“I’d still like to know where here is. I’m not even sure we’re in America.”
Dean considered asking Sam how he’d come to that particular conclusion, but he suspected the answer wouldn’t help their current problem and would probably be some boring information about the vegetation they were stumbling through.
“Cas!” Dean yelled into the night, though without any hope of getting a response. The angel hadn’t been seen since he’d appeared in their motel room earlier that day with this dubious mission.
“Let’s just try and find a road or something,” Sam suggested. “We’ll find some civilisation and take things from there.”
Dean nodded and they continued traipsing through the trees.
At least it wasn’t a full moon tonight, though a glance at the silver orb through the canopy of leaves indicated it was coming tomorrow.
~*~
They were surrounded.
Sirius stood with his back to Remus, knowing the werewolf had his back, just as surely as he had Remus’s.
“Looking for us?” the apparent leader of the group asked as he strolled forward.
“Depends who you are,” Sirius replied with as much bravado as he could muster.
“We’re The Pack,” the werewolf said. “And you are prey.”
“No, he’s not,” Remus interrupted. “He’s with me.”
“You’re not Pack,” a female werewolf sneered from the edge of the clearing. “You cannot claim prey as your own.”
“Now, now, let the runt talk,” the leader said. “He might not be Pack, but he is one of our kind.”
Sirius knew they had one chance to get out of this, and it would be up to Remus to deliver them to safety. While his first instinct was to defend Remus and declare that he was anything but a runt, he knew he had to stay silent, even if it was the hardest thing he had ever done. Maybe Remus had been right, perhaps he should have gone on this mission alone.
“I bring a message to you from Albus Dumbledore,” Remus began.
Unfortunately, before he could say anything else, the werewolves shouted him down. They didn’t want to listen, not even to one of their own kind.
Sirius gripped his wand tighter and tried to judge whether he and Remus could make a dash for safety. Loathe though he was to admit it, he couldn’t see a way out of this right now. They were prisoners of The Pack.
~*~
“Oh thank you, thank you!” Dean shouted as he ran towards the familiar sight of his most precious possession, his Impala.
Sam took a more leisurely pace, though he was just as pleased to see the car, and the weapons it contained, as Dean.
Dean had already opened the trunk of the car and was rooting around inside for the guns. He passed one to Sam as soon as he reached the car.
Sam checked the safety was on and then turned to see where they were. It was hard to tell in the pre-dawn light, but they appeared to be somewhere near the edge of a large forest. “You want to try and find a motel?”
Dean shook his head. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t see a way of driving out of here.”
Sam realised Dean was right. It was as though the car had been dropped down into the middle of nowhere and the trees sprung up around it. There wasn’t a single gap large enough to drive the Impala through.
On the plus side, Sam was sure he could hear the sound of traffic. He headed towards the sound and soon found himself out of the trees. He looked around and spotted what appeared to be a busy road in the distance. There was something slightly off about it, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. Curiosity won out. He turned round to call back to Dean, only to find he was right behind him. “I think I’m going to take a walk and see if I can find out anything about the werewolf problem from the locals. You coming?”
As they approached the road, Sam realised what was wrong with it. “The cars are driving on the wrong side of the road,” he said.
“I guess we’re not in Kansas anymore,” Dean quipped.
“My guess is England.”
“I always wanted to visit England.” Dean practically rubbed his hands with glee. “I hear English women throw themselves at American men.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Just make sure that if it’s a female werewolf throwing herself at you, you remember to shoot her.”
Dean laughed and they carried on walking towards the road.
The quaint little village they eventually reached was full of tiny cottages with neatly tended gardens. They walked down the narrow road, looking for some place they could get something to eat… and the local gossip.
They found both in the form of a small cosy corner café.
The owner, a woman who looked as old as the hills, but wasn’t immune to Dean’s flirting, provided them with a full English breakfast and a side order of rumours about some wild dog, or maybe a big cat, which roamed the woods at night.
She had returned to the counter to get them another coffee when Sam realised they had a problem. “Dean, how are we going to pay for this?”
“With money?” Dean mumbled around a mouthful of bacon.
“We’re in England,” Sam reminded him.
“Shit. You think maybe if we overpay her, she’ll accept dollars instead?”
It might have worked if it had been Moira collecting their payment. Unfortunately, for the Winchesters, she was relieved from her duties by her husband, and Sam and Dean ended up paying for their meal by washing the dishes and wiping down the tables.
It was a small price to pay, especially when they had a lead on where the werewolf problem was located.
It was while they were cleaning the tables they realised they were further away from home than they first thought.
“Dean, take a look at this.” Sam waved Dean across to the table and gestured to the newspaper a previous customer had left behind.
“Waddington Defeat. Wrea Green wins Lancashire’s Best Kept Village Award,” Dean read out loud. “So what?”
“Not the headline.” Sam pointed to the date. “It’s 1980.”
“Time travel. Damn, I guess that means no internet access either.”
“We’ll have to get our information the old fashioned way,” Sam agreed.
“Flirting,” Dean declared with a grin.
They spent the rest of the day in the village, gathering as much information as they could, and when the sun began to set they made their way back towards the Impala and the werewolf they had come here to kill.
~*~
Sirius knew the Pack meant this to be his death sentence and a life time of mental torture for Remus. Caging a human with a werewolf on the night of the full moon would, in any other circumstances, result in one outcome alone.
“How long?” Sirius asked.
“About ten more minutes,” Remus replied.
“How can you be so calm about this? They’re not locking themselves up for the night. They’re going to be out there attacking innocent people!”
“We’re miles away from anyone. If they really wanted to attack people they would leave you out there with them.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“I have to believe it.”
Sirius sighed. That was Remus all over. He always tried to think the best of people, always gave them the benefit of the doubt. While Sirius himself thought the worst.
The guard on the door was a werewolf too. Sirius could see the wolfish look in his eyes. He knew he had to wait until the moon had risen and the transformations were complete before he took on the form of Padfoot. He’d never cut it so close before, and he was actually quite nervous.
“You should get undressed,” he said.
Remus nodded and started to strip down. He folded his clothes carefully and put them out of the way in a rickety looking cupboard.
Sirius tried his best to keep his eyes averted, but had only marginal success. He really should get round to telling Remus how he felt about him. Unfortunately, with only minutes until moonrise, now was hardly the time.
~*~
“I think I heard something,” Dean said. Darkness had fallen and they were back in the woods. The full moon had just risen and if there was a werewolf in the woods they were going to find it. At least this time they were armed, after some debate with tranquiliser guns, and ready to take on the werewolf.
Sam spun round and looked at where Dean was staring into the trees. A branch cracked, far too closely for comfort.
The brothers stood motionless as they listened for any other sound. It was quiet, perhaps a little too quiet in fact.
Then they heard the first howl of a wolf. It didn’t come from the direction they were expecting, although the second cry did.
“Two werewolves,” Sam whispered, right before a third howl joined the others, then a fourth and a fifth.
“It’s a pack,” Dean replied, before adding a rather sarcastic, “thanks for warning us Cas.”
They checked the guns and counted the number of darts they had. It wasn’t many, though they did have their regular guns with live ammunition as well. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. They just had to make sure every shot counted.
The first werewolf sprang from the trees. Sam took it down with a nice clean shot. The sedative was strong enough to keep it unconscious until well after sunrise.
“One down,” Dean said as they began walking further into the woods.
After ten minutes or so they literally stumbled across the second and third of the werewolves, who were having some sort of fight of their own. Sam scrambled away from the nearest of the werewolves while Dean took out the first of them. By the time the second turned to take on Dean, Sam had retrieved his own gun and took him out too.
“Piece of cake,” Dean crowed as they continued the hunt. “At this rate we’ll have finished up well before midnight.”
Sam was more cautious. “Don’t be too sure about that. If this was a regular werewolf pack there must be hunters over here to deal with them. Cas sent us here for a reason, so there must be something more to this.”
~*~
The door wasn’t secure, that much was obvious as soon as the moon had risen. A couple of hard pounds against it by a full grown werewolf and the wood splintered.
Sirius, now safely in the form of Padfoot chased after Moony, who was hunting down the guard. It was going to be messy if he didn’t catch up with them and keep Moony from getting into too much trouble.
The house, located far in the middle of the woods, was large, cavernous and, from what Sirius had seen on their arrival, appeared to be the home of the entire pack. It seemed, however, that the pack didn’t bother to stay home on the night of the full moon. Apart from the guard and themselves, the building was deserted.
Padfoot found Moony in the kitchen. The guard was crouching in the corner, his hackles up and his teeth bared. Now who was the runt?
~*~
“How many do you have left?” Dean asked. Sam had just taken down another werewolf, the fifth of the night.
Sam checked. “One dart left. What about you?”
“I’m out. I’m sure we had more than that in the trunk. Cas should have made sure we had enough for this job.”
“We’ve still got the live ammo. Though I’d rather not use it if it can be avoided. We don’t know anything about these werewolves. They might not be responsible for the attacks, or it might just be one of the pack going rogue. If we can round them all up and talk to them when they’re human again it might resolve things.”
Dean squinted through the trees. “I think I see a light up ahead.”
Sam followed his gaze and realised there was a structure hidden in the trees. It looked like a large farmhouse, with lots of out buildings. He hoped it was simply the home of someone who liked the peace and quiet, and not the pack’s primary residence. If it was the latter it would be a nightmare to search.
They headed toward it and banged on the front door. No one came to answer and Dean went to look in the nearest window.
“See anything?” Sam asked as he tried to peer through the small glass pane of the door.
“No, the curtains are drawn.”
Sam nodded further along. “The light’s coming from the window over there.”
They went to the window with the light and looked inside. It appeared to be a dining room, but even though the lights were on, the room was as empty as the rest of the house appeared to be.
A howl echoed suddenly from inside the building.
“Shit!” Dean swore and ran back to the front door. Sam was close on his heels. Hopefully there was nobody in the building except the werewolf. They had to make sure though.
The door was unlocked and swung open immediately.
The werewolf howled again. It seemed to be coming from the back of the house. The brothers moved cautiously through the rooms, guns raised, ready to bring the werewolf down as soon as it appeared. Sam went first, since he was carrying the last tranquiliser dart.
The howls were echoing through the rooms and Sam was beginning to suspect there might be more than one werewolf in the building. He hoped he was wrong and it was merely echoes of a single wolf’s cries he was hearing.
His hopes were dashed when they entered the kitchen. Three werewolves were scuffling in the darkness. Three wolves, one dart - the odds were not good.
One of the werewolves appeared to be cornered by the other two. The cornered werewolf appeared to have spotted the Winchesters entering, though the other two seemed more intent on the werewolf than the human intruders.
Suddenly the cornered werewolf charged the others and made a break for it, heading straight for the brothers.
Sam’s last dart found its mark and the werewolf skidded to a halt before flopping down on the tiles, out for the count.
That left two werewolves and no darts.
No, wait a minute. Sam peered towards the two creatures, trying to get a closer look. His suspicions were right. One of the werewolves was in fact a regular dog, albeit a large one that looked just as vicious as the werewolf itself.
With the enemy taken down, the remaining werewolf turned its attention to the Winchesters. Sam pulled his second gun, the one with live rounds in it, and took the safety off. He took aim, but the dog seemed to know what he was going to do and put itself right in his line of sight.
“I can’t get a clean shot,” Dean said. His finger itched to pull the trigger as he tried to aim round the dog at the shielded werewolf. He risked a glance at his brother. He was glad to see he wasn’t panicking, not that he expected him to be; they had been in far worse situations, and that was just in the last month.
Sam shook his head. “Me neither. I’d rather not shoot unless I have to though.”
Sam inched his way to the right, but the dog remained in the way. The damn thing seemed to be doing it on purpose. It wouldn’t be able to keep it up forever. Sooner or later the werewolf would go for them. He wanted to be able to incapacitate it before it attacked them, otherwise he might end up killing it anyway.
“Do think this room is secure?” Sam asked. “If we locked the door behind us, could you see another exit?”
“I don’t know. How many of those open doors are cupboards and closets and which lead to other rooms?”
Sam had no idea. They couldn’t risk the werewolf finding another way out. If it went for them they would have to shoot.
~*~
Padfoot growled at the two men who had appeared in the kitchen. As grateful as he was for their part in taking down the guard, he wished they’d go away before Moony got away from him. He could only keep him distracted for so long.
He gave a loud bark and growled at them. Were they stupid or something? Clearly they were Muggles, with Muggle weapons, and the last thing he wanted was for them to turn their weapons on Moony.
It was a stand off and there was nothing they could do except wait, and hope the dawn came quickly.
~*~
Sunrise wasn’t coming quickly enough. Moony was getting impatient and Padfoot was having a hard time keeping him under control. Thankfully the Muggles were holding their ground, making no attempt to come closer or to attack from where they stood.
If he just kept himself between Moony and the Muggles, things would be okay.
~*~
“We can’t just stand here all night,” Dean hissed. “The werewolf’s getting restless. The dog won’t be able to keep it back for much longer.”
“What do you suggest?”
“I don’t know. I was hoping you might have something.”
Sam was drawing a blank.
The Winchesters watched as the dog turned back to the werewolf and nudged him towards the door on the far side of the room. The werewolf seemed reluctant to go there, but eventually he let the dog chase him through the doorway. A moment later the dog came back through into the kitchen, but before the werewolf joined him he slammed the door closed with a paw.
What happened next made Sam do a double take. The dog, or what he had thought was a dog, suddenly rose onto his hind legs and transformed into a dark-haired young man who locked the door closed.
“Sorry, Moony, but you’ll be safe in there until morning.”
Sam lowered his gun. Was this a dog taking human form or a man taking the form of a dog? The answer could make a big difference.
The man turned to face them. “Are you two fucking stupid or something? You must have heard them howling, why the hell didn’t you get out of here?”
“We were sent here to sort out the werewolf problem,” Sam explained.
“You’d have been better off staying at home. This isn’t just a couple of werewolves, it’s a full pack, and they don’t seem to like visitors, not even other werewolves.”
Dean sat down at the kitchen table. “We know what we’re doing.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“We’re more than capable of taking on a few werewolves, even those with their own personal guard dog.”
The stranger gave a barking laugh and the tension in the room lifted. He sat down opposite Dean and helped himself to a long swallow from the half full bottle of whiskey that had been left on the table by one of the pack. “We came here to talk to the pack. They didn’t want to listen. You should get out of here before they get back.”
“We took out a fair few of them, if not the whole lot,” Sam said as grabbed a trio of glasses and joined them at the table. He poured them each a glass. “I’m guessing the werewolf in the cupboard is a friend of yours.”
“One of my best friends, and I won’t let you hurt him.”
“I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean.”
“Sirius Black.” He took a drink from the glass Sam pushed in his direction. “I’ll introduce you to Remus in the morning, if you don’t mind.”
Dean laughed. “Good idea.”
~*~
The next morning Sirius unlocked the door as soon the werewolf on the floor started to transform. He was still unconscious and the Winchesters assured him he would be out of it for a while yet. Remus on the other hand would be wide awake and hungry as hell.
Sirius slipped into the closet and bent down to check Remus was okay. It was the one time he could look at the man he had loved for several long years without Remus shying away from him. Not that Remus had a clue how he felt, of course.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” Sirius chirped as he patted Remus on the arse. The morning after the full moon was one of the rare times he dared to be so bold with Remus. He cherished these moments like no others.
“Fuck off, Padfoot,” Remus grumbled.
Sirius laughed at Remus’s standard response and hauled him to his feet. “Come on, we need to get out of here and there’re two Hunters out there who’d like to meet you.”
“Hunters?”
“Yeah. They travel all over hunting supernatural creatures. Last night they took out the entire pack, or at least they claim to have done. There might be one or two still conscious, but that’s quite a feat for a pair of Muggles.”
Remus pulled on the robes Sirius had picked up from the back of one of the chairs and Sirius ushered him into the kitchen.
Although they had only been in the closet for a few minutes, it was enough time for one of the pack to return. The big hulking beast of a man had probably barely felt the Muggle weapon.
“We’ll just be leaving now,” Sirius declared. “Come on Remus.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” the newest arrival argued, and since he was blocking the door and their wands had been taken from them the previous night, they were rather stuck.
“Well, isn’t this nice?” Dean commented. “What’s for breakfast?”
~*~
It was nearly an hour before the rest of the pack returned from their night. Every single one of them was suffering the same effects of having been knocked out with tranquilisers the night before. Sam did a quick head count and sure enough there was one more werewolf than there had been darts in their arsenal.
Once everyone was sitting round the table, Dean took charge. “Good morning everyone. Thanks for having us here.”
Sirius chuckled. There were quite a few people present who he was fairly sure the pack didn’t want in their house, and right now he suspected Dean was at the top of the list.
“Now, I suppose you’re wondering why my brother and I are here?”
No one seemed inclined to answer his question, but Dean didn’t let it phase him. “Well, we heard there was some werewolf trouble in the area, and we thought we’d stop by and deal with it for you all.”
The leader of the pack laughed loudly. “We don’t have any trouble at all, unless we count you.”
Dean gave a sarcastic laugh of his own. “I think you can count us as trouble; don’t you agree Sam? You see, last night we used tranqs on you guys. Next month, if you’re not nice and secure on the night of the full moon, we’ll be using bullets. We’re going to go home and leave you to think about that.”
“Your Muggle weapons don’t scare me,” the leader of the pack sneered.
“I guess we’ll be seeing you next month then,” Dean said as he stood up and walked towards the door. Sam followed him. “You coming with us?” he asked Sirius and Remus.
“The human can leave, the runt stays here,” the leader answered before Sirius or Remus could move. “With the right training he might make a useful member of the pack in time.”
“No chance,” Sirius replied. “Come on, Remus.”
The leader banged a fist on the table. “The runt stays here!”
Sirius shot up from his seat and glared down at the man who persisted in insulting Remus. “Don’t call Remus a runt!”
“Sirius, it’s okay, really.”
“No, it’s not okay at all,” Sirius shouted. “I’m sick of wizards treating you like shit because you’re a werewolf. Then when you come here and get treated just as bad by other werewolves… well, I just won’t stand for it.”
Remus stood up and put a calming hand on Sirius’s arm. “Sirius, I can take care of myself. It’s not your job to protect me.”
“Well it should be!” Sirius yelled. “It should be my job. Haven’t you realised that yet?”
Remus jerked back and his hand flew to his mouth. “Oh.”
Fuck! He’d said too much. “Remus? I-”
That was as far as Sirius got before Remus launched himself at him and kissed him, right there in front of everyone.
“I ain’t having no fucking queers in the pack,” one of the werewolves stated. “Get them both out of ‘ere before I’m sick.”
Sirius pulled away just long enough to croak out the word “wands”.
“How do we know you won’t use them on us?” the leader asked.
“Because the only thing I want to do right now is apparate the two of us somewhere we can be alone,” Sirius replied. “So unless you want to see us fucking on your kitchen table, I suggest you give us back our wands.”
“I don’t trust you not to turn on us,” the leader insisted.
Dean, still in the doorway, pulled out his Muggle gun. “Do you trust me to shoot you where you stand?”
Sam had already pulled out his own gun. Sirius had quizzed the two of them about their various weapons while they had talked during the night. He wasn’t sure how much the pack knew about them, but he was damn sure the Winchesters couldn’t take out the entire pack all at once. At best they could shoot two of them before rest of them attacked.
Luckily the members of the pack were not as clued up on Muggle weapons as Sirius and the wands were produced and thrust into Sirius’s hand.
He gave the Winchesters a nod of thanks. The brothers backed towards the door, their weapons still drawn. Then they disappeared out of sight. Sirius hoped they made it back to their own lives without any further difficulties. He should probably have checked they were safely out of harms way, but his main priority was Remus. With the departure of the Winchesters, every bit of his attention was focused entirely on Remus and the way the other man was clinging to his body.
Sirius focused on his flat and apparated the two of them to the doorstep. They stumbled in through the front door and tripped over their own feet and each others on the way to the bedroom.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Remus asked between kisses. “If I’d known…”
“You could have said something too,” Sirius pointed out as he struggled with the knot of his robes.
“We’ll argue about it later,” Remus said. “Now I want to see you, touch you. Oh Merlin, Sirius, why did we wait so long?”
Sirius finally struggled out of his robes and climbed onto the bed. “Come here,” he ordered and Remus leapt onto the covers. Sirius laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so agile the morning after the full moon.”
“Now you know how to get me moving we’ll have to make this a monthly thing,” Remus teased as he showered Sirius’s chest with soft kisses.
“I’m thinking daily,” Sirius suggested. “Maybe even hourly if you reckon you’re up to it.”
Remus sat back on his heels and Sirius looked his fill at the beautiful werewolf.
“You like?” Remus asked, and even though Sirius could tell he was trying for teasing, he sensed the fear of rejection behind the words. It was the same fear he too had felt, which had stopped him telling Remus how much he loved him.
Sirius grinned up at Remus and crooked his finger to beckon him closer. “Do you even need to ask? I love you, just as you are. Now how about you come closer and let me show you how much.”
Remus inched closer and kneeled between Sirius’s legs. Sirius reached out to caress Remus’s bony hips, silently noting the thinness that was just a touch on the side of unhealthy. He’d make sure that was remedied as soon as he moved Remus in with him. His beloved werewolf wasn’t going to be going without again.
“Beautiful,” Sirius said as he stroked Remus’s thighs, teasing the other man with light touches, never quite reaching the jutting cock, leaking and begging for the attention of his lips. “Tell me what you want, Remus.”
Remus’s reply was practically a groan. “Suck me.”
Sirius flipped Remus onto his back and dove between his legs, taking as much of Remus’s cock into his mouth as he could. Sirius teased the slit with his tongue and sucked on the head with vigour. Remus moaned and writhed on the mattress and Sirius began to fondle his balls, playing with them and caressing them as he had longed to do since catching his first glimpse of them back in the showers at Hogwarts.
Remus bucked his hips and slowly fucked Sirius’s mouth.
“Stop! Sirius, stop!”
Sirius pulled back immediately. “What is it?”
Remus sat up and pulled Sirius into a searing hot kiss. Sirius wasn’t sure if he was trying to crawl into Remus’s lap or if it was the other way round. Their cocks bumped together, teasing them both with the fleeting touches. Sirius fell back onto the mattress, pulling Remus on top of him.
“What do you want, Sirius?” Remus whispered. “Do you want me to suck you?”
Sirius shook his head. Later.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
Sirius gasped as Remus reached down and coaxed his legs apart.
“Is that what you want?” Remus whispered. “You want my cock in your arse?”
Sirius spread his legs wider and nodded. “Want you to fill me up.”
Remus reached between Sirius’s legs and fingered his hole. “You want it rough? You want to be fucked by a werewolf?”
Sirius nodded again, this time more franticly. “Fuck me! Now!”
Remus slipped a finger inside him, then two. Sirius pushed back against them, wanting more. “More. Give me more.”
Remus took away his fingers and hooked Sirius’s legs over his shoulders. “Ready?”
Sirius could feel the thick cock nudging at his stretched hole and wanted it in him. “Don’t make me beg.”
Remus laughed. “Sirius, you’ve been begging ever since we started this.”
Sirius opened his mouth to argue, but all he managed to do was cry out as Remus thrust into him.
“Move,” he ordered when he finally got his voice back. “Fuck me, Remus. Please.”
Remus began to move, slowly at first, then faster. Sirius met him thrust for thrust, each one taking him a little closer to the precipice, until finally they tumbled over the edge. Sirius couldn’t tell who had come first, though later he liked to think they had reached their individual climaxes at the exact same moment. It probably wasn’t strictly true, but it was close enough that Remus let him believe it.
As they lay there in a sweaty heap of post-orgasmic bliss Sirius sighed as he relished the feeling of Remus still buried deep inside him. As missions for Dumbledore went, he had to admit this one had been the most successful by far.
~*~
Sam and Dean returned to the Impala after leaving the pack’s lair. Sam wasn’t entirely surprised to see Castiel leaning on the bonnet waiting for him.
Dean immediately started complaining about the lack of information, tranquiliser darts and the fact he couldn’t drive the car from the place Castiel had placed it.
“You didn’t need to drive the car anywhere,” Castiel explained. “You only needed the weapons it contained.”
“More tranquiliser darts would have been useful.”
“You had enough to complete your mission,” Castiel pointed out with a trace of impatience creeping into his voice. “What about you, Sam? Anything you’d like to bring up with me?”
Sam didn’t see the point in complaining himself. The angel did what he wanted anyway. He was more curious as to why they were here and asked as much.
Castiel ignored Dean’s continuing complaints and focused his attention on Sam. “You needed to know that the trials you face are not new, nor are they consigned only to your part of the world.”
Dean snorted. “We could have found that out by surfing the internet in our own century.”
“You also needed to meet one particular werewolf, for he will play a part in your lives in the future.”
“Remus, right?” Sam asked.
Castiel merely smiled. “That’s for you to discover when the time is right. Now, shall we go home?”
Dean nodded. “There’d better not be a scratch on her,” he warned as he checked the car for damage.
Sam looked towards the trees. “What about the pack?”
“They will be more cautious in the future,” Castiel replied. “The villages in the vicinity will be safe again.”
Sam breathed a sigh of relief. “Then let’s go home.”
And the angel, the Winchesters and the Impala vanished from the woods as though they had never been there. The only evidence of their passing through disappeared with them; only the memories of their visit remained.