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Beneath The Howling Moon

Beneath the Howling Moon

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Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 937

Summary: It a Full Moon Night and Lupin has to go to the Shrieking Sack where he finds Sirius.

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The full moon hung heavy in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the grounds of Hogwarts. Remus Lupin felt the pull of it deep in his bones, a reminder of the monster lurking beneath his skin.

He had always been good at hiding his pain, his fear, but tonight felt different.

More intense. More desperate.

He walked the empty corridors, each step echoing like a heartbeat, until he reached the familiar wooden door of the Shrieking Shack. Pushing it open, he was met with darkness, the kind that swallowed everything whole. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, sealing himself away from the world.

Except, he wasn't alone.

"Sirius?" Remus's voice was a whisper, barely audible over the sound of his own breathing.

A figure emerged from the shadows, tall and lean, with a mop of black hair that fell into stormy gray eyes. Sirius Black, his best friend, his everything, stood before him, looking as tormented as Remus felt.

"I couldn't let you go through this alone," Sirius said, his voice rough with emotion. "Not tonight.

Remus swallowed hard, the familiar ache of longing mixing with the ever-present fear of losing control. "You shouldn't be here. It's too dangerous."

" I don't care," Sirius snapped, stepping closer.

"I care about you, Remus. More than anything."

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths. Remus closed his eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. He felt Sirius's hand on his cheek, warm and steady, grounding him in the moment.

"I hate seeing you like this," Sirius murmured, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "I wish I could take it all away."

"You can't," Remus choked out. "This is who I am."

"Then let me help you carry it," Sirius whispered, his lips ghosting over Remus's. "Let me be here for you."

Sirius's eyes were filled with a fierce determination, a promise of unwavering support. He gently cupped Remus's face with both hands, his touch tender yet resolute. Remus felt the warmth of Sirius's palms seep into his skin, a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. For a moment, they just stood there, breathing each other's air, their foreheads touching. The tension between them crackled like electricity, a tangible force that drew them closer.

"I've seen you at your worst, Remus," Sirius continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I've seen you at your best. None of it changes how I feel about you."

Remus's breath hitched, the weight of Sirius's words settling over him like a comforting blanket. He opened his eyes, meeting Sirius's intense gaze, and saw nothing but firm love and acceptance.

The air grew thick with unspoken emotion, the space between them charged with anticipation. Sirius's thumb traced the line of Remus's jaw, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down his spine. Remus's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the silent plea he couldn't bring himself to voice.

"You're not alone," Sirius said softly, his breath warm against Remus's lips. "Not as long as I'm here."

Their mouths met in a desperate kiss, a clash of need and fear, love and anguish. Remus clung to Sirius, his fingers digging into his shoulders as if letting go would mean losing him forever. Sirius responded with equal fervour, his hands roaming over Remus's body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

They stumbled back, falling onto the rickety bed that groaned under their weight. Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, the need for connection overpowering everything else. Remus felt the heat of Sirius's skin against his own, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.

"Sirius," he gasped, his voice breaking. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," Sirius promised, his eyes dark with desire and determination. "I trust you."

Remus wanted to believe him, wanted to lose himself in the moment, but the fear was always there, lurking in the back of his mind.

Still, he let Sirius guide him, let himself be swept away by the passion that consumed them both.

Sirius's hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, and exploring every inch of Remus's body. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, a reminder that he was alive, that he was loved. He arched into Sirius's touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Please," Remus begged, his need almost painful. "I need you."

Sirius didn't hesitate, positioning himself over Remus, their bodies aligning perfectly. He moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust a promise of love and devotion. Remus's world narrowed down to the feeling of Sirius inside him, the pleasure building with each movement.

They moved together, a tangle of limbs and whispered words, their connection deepening with every touch, every kiss. Remus felt the tension coiling inside him, tighter and tighter, until it finally snapped, sending him spiralling into ecstasy.

Sirius followed moments later, his release punctuated by a guttural moan that echoed through the room. They collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty, sated bodies, their breaths mingling in the stillness.

For a long time, they lay there, neither wanting to break the fragile peace that had settled over them.

Remus felt a strange sense of calm, the fear that had gripped him earlier receding into the background.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.

Sirius tightened his hold on him, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Always."

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the cracks in the walls, Remus allowed himself to hope. Maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to face the darkness alone. With Sirius by his side, anything seemed possible.

Even love.

Beneath The Howling Moon

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