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Journal entries are in italics.

Remus had been staying with Sirius for a month now, and didn't honestly know what to say to the other man. Since the night in the Shrieking Shack, he had been bombarded with memories of their relationship.

He sighed. Why kid himself? He had been haunted by those memories since that cruel day when he lost everything. He had never ever forgotten anything. Every sexual experience he had since, he couldn't get it up unless he lost himself in the thought of Sirius. He couldn't have sex with someone unless he pictured it being Sirius.

That meant men with dark hair, and no face to face contact. He would block out the sounds they made, remembering the noises that Sirius would make instead, fantasizing that it was Sirius he was pounding into, not that he would treat Sirius like he treated the imposters, they were just release, and nothing more. Sirius was everything.

It was next to impossible not to call Sirius' name when someone else was in his... well, not his bed. He didn't bring these men home. He went to theirs, or they would rent a room, there had even been a few occasions in alleys and other places. He couldn't bear another man in his home, in his own bed. The only man who he had let share his bed was Sirius Black after all. Even though Sirius was locked away, for what Remus had thought was forever, he couldn't get close enough to anyone to allow them to take the spot next to him that belonged to Sirius.

But Sirius was back, and Remus had spent the month cooking for him, ordering him to eat, giving him potions to make him better, he had cut Sirius' hair to a tidy length, just a little below his shoulders, and Sirius was slowly starting to look human again. He would do all he could to bring his Sirius back.

Every night he thought about their relationship. Even seeing Sirius in the Shrieking Shack, just his eyes meeting those cool grey eyes, filled him with hope again. Hope and lust, and above all, the love he harboured since he was fourteen came pushing to the front of his mind. He knew at that moment he wouldn't be able to pretend to himself that it wasn't there again.

Not that he would bring it up. He wasn't the same Remus Lupin who would appear in the boys locker-room after a Quidditch game and sneak into Sirius' shower, cast a silencing charm on Sirius, and surprise him with a blow-job. He was a grown man now, and Sirius could do so much better when he was declared innocent, which would happen when they caught Pettigrew.

Sirius always sought out his company, and to have a friend at the very least would do for Remus. Even if he did constantly fantasize about this friend.

It was also hard to deal with that he hadn't fucked someone since he heard about Sirius escaping. It was just a release, just a quick fuck, nothing more. There had never been anything more. A few years after Sirius was taken, he tried to have a relationship, but deep down he knew that there would never be anything that lasted. Maybe Sirius had been right all along about being marked. Maybe he wasn't able to be with anyone else, because he would always belong to Sirius.

He had never let anyone fuck him. The wolf wouldn't allow him to submit to anyone in the same way he submitted to Sirius, he also never dominated anyone. It was just desperate sex for a man who needed to feel something - anything. That was all.

It had been a torturous month.

...oOo...

Remus had gotten out of bed because he couldn't sleep. He had retired early, finding it harder and harder to be around Sirius, especially since Sirius had taken to seeking out his company no matter what room Remus was in. He understood that Sirius had been alone for so long, but Remus found it hard, all he wanted to do was throw himself into the warmth and safety of Sirius' arms, and stay there forever.

The more sensible option (in his eyes) was to leave the room. He never noticed the sad look that followed him each time.

He headed to the study, looking for a book to read, and noticed one sitting on the desk. He frowned at it.

Journal.

His fingers hesitated over it. Sirius didn't keep a journal. He picked it up, wondering what it was and opened it to the bookmarked page.

'It had been twelve long years, but Sirius couldn't take his eyes off the man sitting across the table. The same man he has thought about every single night for that long period, the man he stayed awake during the full moons for, watching the moon from that tiny window every month without fail, wishing he could run in the forest again, Moony and Padfoot, like it had always been. The man he had been torn away from.

He had fantasized every evening that it would be the night he would get together the courage to walk around the table, and press his lips to Remus', to gently touch the mans face as his tongue explored the familiar mouth again. He would follow this by dropping to his knees, and make his Werewolf lose control for him, like the first time, like each and every time he had taken his lover in his mouth. He would just kneel there, teasing him, letting his hands stroke Remus' thighs, until he saw the tell-tale bulge of Remus' erection. Sirius would open his trousers, and Remus would slide them down, though he would keep asking Sirius if he was sure.

His lover always made sure he was happy with what was happening, and that night would be no difference, except the desperation they both would share in the feel of their bodies combining once more, as though they had never been apart.

Sirius would nod in response. He was very sure. He wanted nothing more than to bring pleasure to his love again, they had been parted for twelve years, but he didn't know how to tell him that he would do anything to be pushed up against the door again, to be dominated and controlled, or to have a willing Werewolf spread his legs and beg for him.

Not just any Werewolf. His Remus.

He would beg for Remus, he knew he would love that, Remus always did, and Sirius was not above begging to be filled. But only by Remus.

He would do anything to have Remus back, Remus was just as beautiful as Sirius remembered, older, but weren't they both? Didn't they both suffer enough, just to find themselves apart still. He wanted to know this new version of his love, to explore the changed body, to hear the huskier voice moan and scream his name. To feel the texture of his hair, when Remus was on his knees, to grab handfuls of that wonderful hair and tug on it like he knew Remus liked. To feel Remus' teeth on his neck, biting and nipping as he slid inside Sirius, making him feel complete once more.

He wanted to proudly display a bite mark on his neck like he always did back in school, letting people know he belonged to Remus, back when he would take every opportunity to look at the mark in the mirror, or touch it when there was no mirror available, just to remind himself that Remus loved him, and he was lucky enough to belong to Remus Lupin.

He wanted that mark again - to belong to his love again.

He wanted to tell his Remus that he still loved him as much as he did back when he first told him, when they were both seventeen. He desperately needed Remus to know that his feelings hadn't changed, but he couldn't find the opportunity, and Remus couldn't stand to be in the same room as him. He was somehow pushing the most important person in his life away, and he couldn't work out how to fix it.

Why would his beautiful Remus still want him - an old, broken prison escapee with nothing to offer?'

He just had to gain the courage to admit how he truly felt. To admit that he was still madly in love with Remus Lupin, and hope that Remus still felt anything at all for him, and wouldn't reject him and leave.

He just needed a sign, anything really to show that he had a place in Remus' future before he could make that move.

Remus wasn't sure when he left the study and took the book to bed. It wasn't until he heard footsteps softly pass his room, that he realised where he was. He listened as Sirius passed by, and he slipped out, looking into the study, where Sirius placed a pot of ink and a quill on the desk where the book had been, and opened the drawer.

He frowned, closing it again, before searching the rest of the drawers, and looking on the floor, and Remus realised he was looking for the book, looking to add to the book that he had started a week after they got together, all those years ago. He had still been working on it, Sirius had never forgotten it, in fact he was almost at the last page.

"Fuck," Sirius muttered, glaring at the desk, as though it was purposely hiding his book. He looked around, his gaze finally falling on Remus in the doorway.

"Remus," he said softly. Remus could see clearly now how much Sirius wanted him. Just the look in his eyes. How had he missed it for these last few weeks? It was the same look Sirius had always given him. The one that always made Remus happy, no matter what had happened, no matter who had refused to hire him. The one that told him that Sirius loved him no matter what happened.

"Sirius, is this what you're looking for?" Remus asked, handing him the book.

Sirius looked shocked that Remus had the book, and reached out to take it, clutching it to his chest when it was back in his possession.

"Remus, you didn't... read it?"

Remus smiled softly. "Come, sit down," he said. Sirius wanted him. His beautiful damaged Sirius still wanted to be with him, an old damaged Werewolf. How could he fight this? How could he say no, or make excuses when they had another chance to be with each other?

Sirius allowed himself to be led over to a chair, and pushed down, his eyes widening as Remus slowly pulled down Sirius' trousers.

He licked his lips, his eyes meeting Sirius' who was frozen in shock, but his eyes - they showed that Sirius wanted this.

Remus bowed his head, letting his tongue gently brush over half-hard tip.

"Already?" Remus asked.

"I'm sure I've mentioned that I only need to look at you to get turned on," Sirius whispered, still in shock at what was happening.

"Get harder for me," Remus replied, before he gently ran his tongue over the tip and up the length, that was hardening rapidly.

Sirius' eyes fluttered closed.

"Did I say you could close your eyes?" Remus asked, his eyebrow raised, and Sirius' eyes opened quickly, his jaw dropping at the words for a moment, before an amused smile played on his lips.

Remus brought his lips down to the base, and kissed his way up to the tip, letting his tongue collect the precum that was glistening for him. He could feel Sirius shaking on the chair, and brought his hands up to Sirius' overly slim thighs, eagerly anticipating the moment they would be wrapped around his waist, or between his own parted thighs. He would let Sirius choose for tonight how he wanted this to happen.

"Remus, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Sirius, I've thought of nothing else for many years," he said, looking up at him. "Especially over this last month."

His mouth met Sirius' length again, taking it fully into his mouth, and letting his tongue drag against it as he slid his mouth up the throbbing cock.

Sirius lay back on the chair, scared to move in case Remus changed his mind. He had thought of nothing else but Remus, and now here he was, on his knee's, lowering his standards, because who would want Sirius Black, half-mad, damaged, Azkaban Escapee? He wouldn't be surprised if Remus - his beautiful Remus, had someone else.

"Remus, are you alone? Are you unattached?" He found himself asking, before realising that his words could cause Remus to stop, and leave him.

"I've been with others," Remus admitted. "But only because I needed to feel something, instead of being empty. I tried a relationship once, it lasted a couple of months, but it ended because I couldn't be with someone who wasn't you. It's always been you, Sirius." He grabbing Sirius' hand, and pushing it into his hair. "Does it feel the same?" He referred to the comment in the book.

Sirius felt hope course through him at the words. Part of him felt sad that Remus had spent so long unhappy, not having relationships because he was unable to be with anyone else, but on the other hand... Remus never forgot him, he never truly moved on. Yes he had been with other men, but his heart was still with Sirius, his body still belonged to Sirius.

His grip tightened on Remus' hair and his other hand joined, and Remus took this as a signal to continue. He was glad that Sirius didn't seem overly upset that Remus had been with other men during his stint in Wizarding prison. It was only seconds later, that thanks to Remus' clever tongue, he could enjoy Sirius' pants and moans. They were more desperate than he had ever heard from Sirius' mouth, and he was certain that Sirius would be thinking the same thing later that night. It wasn't like when they were seventeen and learning each other, they would be making up for lost time, rediscovering each others bodies.

Remus gave everything he could into pleasuring the Pure-Blood, desperate to hear his name uttered from those perfect lips.

Finally he heard his name moaned, and he sucked and swallowed around the hard erection in his mouth, causing Sirius to pull on his hair violently as he came down Remus' throat, watching the Werewolf swallow every drop.

"Sorry," he whispered, as Remus patted his own hair down, but Remus smiled.

"Don't be," he whispered, reaching for Sirius' hand and pulling him from the chair, allowing their lips to meet softly.

Sirius pulled away, a question on his lips, but he struggled to say anything, scared to lose Remus. Scared to ask for what he wanted.

"I'm not going anywhere, tell me what you want, love," Remus murmured, causing a ghost of Sirius' old smile to flicker across his face.

"You," Sirius replied. "Your room, I need you!"

Remus nodded, allowing Sirius to lead him there, clothes leading the way to Remus' room, bruises on backs and elbows where they had pushed each other into the wall, desperate for their lips to keep meeting, struggling to last the short distance to the room. Soon they were naked and the bedroom door shut behind them.

Remuse grabbed Sirius' jaw, placing soft kisses up it, before his lips met Sirius'.

He was aware of Sirius' hands running up his back, through his hair, his face, his stomach and his chest, slowly exploring Remus' body with his fingers. Their lips met again, their tongues stroking, exploring.

Remus felt himself being pushed down on the bed. He wanted to claim Sirius so bad, but that could wait until the morning. Right now he was more than happy for Sirius to claim him, to be filled with everything that was Sirius, to feel Sirius' cum inside him.

Sirius' eyes trailed over every inch of Remus' face and body, trying to memorize every new scar, every difference in the man laying before him. It was a few minutes later that his tongue started exploring, running over Remus' chest, examining him, teasing his nipples, causing the man below him to struggle with keeping his composure, before making his way to Remus' lips again.

Sirius lined himself up, and gently thrust against Remus, the delicious friction causing Remus to utter his name. He needed more than that, he wanted Remus to cry his name, or pant, groan, moan, scream or growl it. He wasn't fussy, just to have his name on these naughty lips.

"Lube?" He asked, and Remus' hand reached out, trying to open the drawer of the bedside table, but failed. Sirius reached over and withdrew a jar, putting some onto his fingers, and letting them tease over Remus' entrance.

"I still love you," Sirius confessed, and Remus stilled, his eyes meeting the ones of the wizard above him.

"I've never been able to stop loving you." Remus kept his gaze locked with Sirius'. "I never plan to stop either. I'm yours."

"And I've always been yours," Sirius replied. He hesitated for a moment. "Have you... you used to be rough, possessive, jealous. Against the wall, over the back of the sofa..."

"I've not dominated anyone. It was just quick fucks. Nothing like how I used to lay claim to you, Sirius. I never wanted any of them. I was just desperate to feel something, I just felt so empty. You've been the only one to have sex with me, no-one else has been allowed to go there. I regret each and every one of them. I only want and need you."

"I won't let you feel empty again," Sirius promised, his lips on Remus' collarbone, nipping sharply, as his finger slid inside, causing Remus to let out a gasp. Sirius grinned. Twelve years was a long time and he had a lot of time to make up. From what he remembered, his Remus was insatiable, and he was willing to bet that this Remus was even more so. He hadn't expected Remus to stay celibate for the last twelve years. Remus was his again, and he would never need anyone else.

He slowly prepared Remus. Remus said no-one else had been inside him, so it was twelve years. Long enough to need a good fingering to stretch him out, and he watched in fascination as the older composed Remus was reduced to a shaking, panting heap on the bed in front of him.

Sirius kept things slow, he wanted to savour their first time together in twelve years.

He slowly worked his way up to three fingers, and listened to Remus babbling under him, begging him, promising him anything if he would just complete him. Sirius liked the sound of that. He completed Remus. His fingers were removed from the tight passage, and he grabbed the lube, rubbing it over himself gently, before gently pushing inside Remus, as gentle as the first time.

He kept the pace slow, worried about how long he would last. It had only been a few minutes of him inside Remus, and he felt like a teenager, about to blow his load too quickly during his first time. His gaze moved between the desperate man below him, and his cock disappearing into Remus' perfect body. He wanted to just pound into him, and shoot everything, but he also wanted to savour the moment where he was finally with his Remus again.

"Please, harder," Remus begged from below him. "You want me to beg for more, that's what I've been doing, please Sirius."

"Remus, I'm... I'm too close" he began, with a distressed look.

"It's been twelve years, I didn't think either of us would last... I'm so close too," Remus said, desperately clutching at Sirius' arse, trying to pull him closer again.

Sirius gave in, and trust harder. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Remus' glazed over eyes, and open mouth, which he quickly covered with his own, feeling the gasps as he desperately held off his orgasm, until the feel of the body under him shaking and clenching pushed him over the edge.

He almost lost consciousness as he felt the sting of Remus' teeth as the Werewolf sunk them into his neck, hard enough to bruise him for days. Remus had marked him, claimed him as his, and Sirius felt himself fall, finishing deep inside his lover, as Remus' cum coated his own stomach.

He gave Remus a grin, remembering the first time that he had taken Remus, in the Room of Requirement. His head dipped and his tongue cleaned Remus off, before he fell onto the Werewolf, and felt arms wrap around him.

...oOo...

Sirius woke the next morning to find the bed empty. He was still in Remus' bed, and the bed was still warm. He took a deep breath and was sure he could smell bacon. His fingers travelled to his neck and he winced in pain as they brushed over his bite mark. It was perfect. He moved his fingers away quickly, if he kept his attention on it, remembering the feel of Remus marking him, of being inside Remus and exploding, he'd get hard again.

Instead, he picked up the book that was propped against Remus' pillow, and read the few additional pages that had been written on, outlining everything they had done the previous evening. He felt himself get hard as he read about how Remus described being filled by him, and how much he enjoyed every second of it.

The events brought them to the last page, and Sirius read the ending. He loved that Remus had been the one to write the last few pages, making it a book they wrote together, rather than one he had done.

He read eagerly through Remus' words.

'The next morning, Remus was the first to wake. He took his time to watch the other man, and realise that he wouldn't be able to live through losing Sirius again. He had lived a broken twelve years, and Sirius was and always had been his life, and he knew that hadn't changed.

He contemplated the words he would use when Sirius woke up. Would he repeat himself and tell him that he never stopped loving him? That he never forgot the feel of them together? Would he ask Sirius if they was something that would carry on? Would they be Remus and Sirius again, like they always wanted to be? That being in Sirius' arms was the first time Remus felt safe or whole in twelve long years?

Would he confess that he wanted this to be forever?

He smiled at the dark-hair wizard drooling on his pillow, before getting up to make breakfast. Sirius knew Remus never stopped loving him, and Remus knew the same. There was no doubt that they were still Remus and Sirius. Moony and Padfoot.

As for wanting to know if this was a one-off? Well the answer was simple.

He didn't need to hear the words from the Pure-Blood's mouth, he just knew that Sirius wanted him and needed him just as much as he wanted and needed Sirius. It would be forever, because no matter what, Sirius and Remus would always find each other, and they couldn't be complete without the other one.

He grinned as he saw a tiny bit of blank page after Remus' last line, and walked to the desk, filling in one last line before bringing the book to Remus. He had promised it to his love when it was complete, and it was now finished, and it was for Remus.

Remus' eyes flicked over the last line that Sirius had just written.

Sirius Black was finally reunited with his Werewolf, and nothing would ever break them apart again.'

He waved his wand at the bacon, keeping it hot, before pulling Sirius into his arms and letting their lips meet. He wasn't hungry for breakfast anymore. This morning it was his turn to claim his mate, the bacon could wait.

Tomorrow he would order another journal for them both, they would need it.

So, this is the end of this story. That's two I've managed to complete. I think I'll do a bit better at updating the rest, now I won't have to worry about this one.

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