Warning: MalexMale sex; graphic description of sexual activities; oral; anal; rimming; and fluff. In any of this disturbs you, please skip this chapter. It doesn't really have a lot of plot, so you won't be missing much.

Sirius' head rested in the crook of Remus' arm. "Why so quiet, love?" he murmured.

It had been almost a week since the night Sirius had all but swept Remus up in his strong, manly arms and whisked him away into the sunset. Of course, the image had been somewhat spoiled by the rain they'd been caught in not long after, the small, but cute, Romulus who'd been trailing along behind him, and by the fact that 'sunset' actually meant 'lice-ridden pub room'.

Although if Sirius had to hazard a guess, he would have to say it was probably the hundred-or-so howlers that really spoiled the mood. Once his mother had found out, he'd received a dozen or so screaming letters within the first day alone, and in the days following they'd just kept coming.

Then his father had returned to the country.

But Sirius pushed them from his mind. Too many wonderful things had happened to him to dwell on the bad stuff. They'd managed to find a two-bedroom flat, move in, and start furnishing it with necessary objects such as chairs, a table and, to Remus' dismay, a muggle lighter collection.

Sirius had applied for several jobs so he could support them before their funds ran out and, while he had yet to hear back from any of them, he was exceptionally positive about some of the interviews.

"Just thinking," Remus murmured.

"Hm? 'Bout what?"

"You know. Stuff," Remus replied. "The future. Whether I can get a job or not. How pleasantly warm and gorgeous you are."

"Of course, that last one is the one you're thinking about most, right?"

"Egotist," Remus laughed, and gave Sirius a light shove before settling his head back onto the other man's chest.

"Is Romulus asleep?" Sirius asked. He felt like he was ten years older than he actually was when he asked that. He'd grown remarkably fond of the quiet boy, and he imagined that being a parent felt similar to this.

"Yeah. He went off about half an hour ago."

A tender smile crossed Sirius face. Never had he been this happy before, and he even if he lived to be two hundred years old, he knew that it was this time that would remain ingrained in his memory as the most perfect days of his life. "I love you, you know," he told Remus, idly lifting the werewolf's hand so he could play with his fingers.

"I know," Remus said.

"And you love me too." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"Forever and always."

Remus turned his head and made great effort to wriggle up Sirius' body so he could lean in for a kiss. The werewolf was still so unsure about these displays of affection that his technique was both gentle and endearing. They'd talked about it once.

"I guess I've become so used to just… screwing," Remus had said haltingly when Sirius had mentioned it. The word 'screwing' sounded so vulgar and wrong when coming from Remus' mouth. He might have seen and done things that men much older than him had never even heard of, but he still had an innocence that caused a protectiveness to rise up in Sirius.

"I'm not as familiar with kissing," he continued. "It's so foreign; when you kiss me, you're showing me that you love me, and I'm letting you show me by continuing that kiss. I've never had that before."

"Had you kissed anyone before?" Sirius had asked.

Remus had nodded. "Yeah, when it was required. But it was rough and uncaring - nothing like this." Then he added, "I like kissing you like this."

Whenever Sirius recalled that final sentence, said with such adorable sweetness, he wanted to take Remus in his arms and squeeze him, never letting him go.

So he did.

Well, he did the first part. Obviously, he'd have to let the werewolf go eventually, although he'd do so reluctantly. He slowly wrapped his arms around Remus' slim body, drawing the werewolf so close to him that the warmth of their body's flowed between them. He began to kiss him passionately, making small panting noises into his mouth as their kiss deepened.

What started off as sweet and tender soon grew more frenzied, and evidence of their actions soon grew between them. "Remus," Sirius breathed as the werewolf began to rut against them.

Remus moaned in response, thrusting his clothed hardness against Sirius' matching condition. Their breath came out in uneven gasps as Sirius felt himself get more and more aroused by the boy on top of him.

They'd done this about two nights ago - frottage, Sirius thought it was called. The experience had been enough to take his breath away, and he could tell from Remus' face that he'd felt the same. It had been something magical; to come in his pants at the same time his partner did, as though a bond of love and lust was being forged between them. Sirius knew the theory of sex between men - proper sex, going all the way - but it had surprised him how amazing it had been to just go part of the way.

But now, Remus' fingers found their way beneath the hem of Sirius' shirt, running over the tight muscles of his abdomen. They moved up, and Sirius discovered with no small amount of surprise that he was slightly ticklish. He squirmed, and Remus grinned widely, exacting a few more seconds of torture on his lover before his fingers went for a new target.

Still those hands moved upwards, and Sirius wondered just how far they were going to go. Up past his abdomen they travelled, moving onto his breast, skating lightly over his skin until they reached his… oh. Oh, that felt good.

The nimble fingers flicked over Sirius' nipples, and he couldn't hold back his mewl of pleasure. He arched up into the touch, although his chest wasn't the only part of him that moved. His groin moved likewise, moving roughly against Remus' own erection and causing a similar sound to be pulled from the werewolf.

"Wait," he said, panting. He grasped Remus' wrists, halting the pleasure those hands were exacting upon him.

At that moment, he had to wonder what he was doing. Here he was, lying beneath an aroused Remus in the most erotic position Sirius' mind could think of, receiving no small amount of pleasure with the promise of receiving more if he allowed the werewolf to continue. But still, he stopped the proceedings.

Because no matter how good it felt, what Sirius had with Remus was special. It was worth more than a few hours of sex and pleasure. It was worth more than casually getting off, only to find the situation between the strained and awkward the next morning. This had to be done right.

"Are you sure you want this?" Sirius asked Remus, his eyes serious. "Because I don't want to do this if you aren't ready."

"I've done this before, Sirius," Remus said, rolling his eyes.

"I know," Sirius replied. "And I don't want this to be like that. When you were working in the brothel, you were doing this because you got money for it. I want this to be because we love each other, not because you think I want it."

"It is like that," Remus said. "I do love you, and I want you because of our love. How can I show you that?"

"Let me show you what pleasure feels like." The words came out in an unexpectedly husky tone, which surprised Sirius. However, Remus' reaction was enough to tell him that it only served to further the eroticness of the words.

"Okay," Remus whispered breathlessly.

With a single move, Sirius rolled them over so their positions were reversed. He was now on top of the werewolf, looking down on the adorable, vulnerable, sexy boy below him. He immediately set to work on the bare neck exposed to him, just asking to be bitten. Remus was his, and Sirius wanted to world to know it.

Small moans tore themselves from the werewolf's throat as Sirius bit and licked and nuzzled into that pale flesh. The noises caused vibrations in his throat, and Sirius got a strange satisfaction from feeling them on his lip. "Sirius," Remus moaned as he writhed beneath him.

Sirius hand went down the hem of Remus' shirt and he went to wriggle it up the werewolf's body so he could pull it over his head, but a pair of scarred hands stopped him. "Wait," Remus begged.

Sirius stopped immediately. "What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

Remus blushed. "I… I don't want you to see them," he said, not meeting Sirius' eyes. "They're ugly."

It took Sirius a moment to work out what he was talking about. Then he let a small chuckle escape his lips. "Silly," he told Remus. "I've already seen them. And they're very beautiful scars."

Remus still wasn't looking at Sirius' face. "That was different," he muttered. "You were dressing my wounds. This is sex… this is love. I'm ugly."

"No," Sirius said immediately. "No, you aren't. And love… love goes beyond what's beautiful and ugly. I love you for who you are, and not what you look like. I want you because you're Remus, not because you're hot. Although," he added with a smirk, "you look damn good from where I'm standing."

"They're still ugly," Remus said insistently.

Sirius frowned. "Do you trust me, Remus?" he asked.

Remus looked surprised. "Why do you ask?"

"Just answer the question. Do you trust me or not?"

"Of course. Why?"

"Then let me lift your shirt."

Remus hesitated, but finally nodded. His hands fell from where they were stopping Sirius, and he leaned backwards in defeat.

Sirius lifted the shirt to reveal a network of scars criss-crossing over Remus' skin. Some of them were old ones, probably so old that he'd received them in his childhood. These ones were faded and small. Others were clearly newer, shown by the angry redness and harshness of the uneven skin. Sirius even recognised some that he himself had seen to when he'd found Remus those mere days ago.

Those were the worst, but even they were well healed. And while Remus might think they made him ugly, Sirius saw nothing but an amazing beauty in them. Here was the very essence of what the werewolf was - the proof of his past and his condition, mapped out on his skin in a language only a god could read.

He lowered his face to the marred skin, poking his tongue out and flicking it over one of the smaller scars. He was aware that, above him, Remus had his eyes shut as though afraid that if he looked he might see disgust written in Sirius' face.

Sirius drew his tongue along one. He felt Remus shiver at the sensation, and repeated it again with another scar, and then another. Remus moaned.

He did it again and again until saliva was glistening along every one of them. Remus' breath came quickly as he struggled to lie still under Sirius' ministrations. "Ooh, Sirius," he moaned.

"Let me take care of you, Remus," Sirius begged. "I want to make love to you. I want to show you what it can be like."

As he spoke, his hand moved southwards, travelling down the length of the werewolf's body until it reached his erect member. He palmed it through the cloth.

"Hah," Remus panted. It really wasn't fair, Sirius supposed, that he was making it so difficult for the werewolf to say no. Sure enough, moments later he panted out, "Yes… please…."

Sirius grinned and began to rub the bulge in Remus' pants with more enthusiasm. The werewolf was now chanting "Oh" like a mantra, and Sirius had to wonder how close he was.

He began tugging at the other boy's clothes, and it wasn't long before Remus was naked and Sirius was halfway there. The werewolf's erect cock jutted out from his body, glistening even in the half-light of the room. Remus, his inhibitions gone, cried out as Sirius' hand wrapped around it.

Sirius smirked at the werewolf's reaction, and lowered his head so that the weeping head brushed his lips. Remus' eyes widened. "What are you-" he asked.

Or, at least, he tried to. At that moment, Sirius took the member in his mouth, pushing it as far back in his throat as it would go before it choked him. He couldn't quite take it all, but he wrapped his hand around the rest of the cock that he had to leave exposed.

His action had the desired effect. Remus was immediately cut off, and Sirius had to hold his hips down to stop him from bucking up. Before the werewolf could even regain his thoughts, let alone his breath, Sirius began moving his head up and down, bobbing on Remus dick.

He wasn't sure what it would feel like to the werewolf as he'd never had sex before, but he'd heard it was pleasant. Remus' reaction seemed to prove that theory right; he couldn't seem to help the loud and incessant moans coming from his mouth. Where before the sounds Remus was making were occasional, they now became a constant symphony that made Sirius' own member ache. He was becoming uncomfortably aware that his pants were more constraining than was preferable in this situation.

He moved downwards so that his tongue was running over Remus' crack. The werewolf stiffened in surprise and sat up. Sirius stopped immediately. "Sorry," he said quickly, regretting going so far without asking. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't really," Remus said, his expression dazed. "It's just… well, you want to do that?"

Sirius shrugged. "Yeah," he said. "I mean, if we were to go further I'd have to stretch you anyway, so it's like… I might as well."

"Are you sure?" Remus asked, still looking like he was having trouble comprehending it. Sirius nodded.

"I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't."

He waited expectantly and finally Remus nodded. "Alright then," he agreed. "If you're certain you want to."

"I am." He lowered his head once more, and Remus lay back and closed his eyes.

His tongue lapped at Remus' entrance and he slowly began to slip it inside. The werewolf tensed at first, but the tongue was nowhere near as intrusive as fingers would have been. In fact, it was more pleasurable. Sirius' tongue was naturally wet, and was a lot more flexible. It wasn't long before the werewolf was writhing in pleasure as the tongue moved inside him.

Remus began to tremble, which Sirius saw as a sign that his end was close. His erection almost unbearable now, he pulled off his shirt, trousers and underwear so that he was as naked as the werewolf he was standing in front of.

"Can I…?" he asked, his throbbing member almost painful now.

There was no hesitation. Remus nodded, even struggling up so that he could pull Sirius towards him.

No words were needed as Sirius lined himself up. A look was shared, a look which said everything that could ever be spoken or felt, and then Sirius was pushing slowly into Remus.

The werewolf drew a shaky breath. "Does it hurt?" Sirius asked softly.

"A little," Remus replied in a small whisper.

Sirius waited, reaching down and playing with Remus' cock in the meantime. Although he hadn't intended it to have such an effect, Remus was soon moaning beneath him, his mind suitably distracted from the pain of the intrusion.

Subtly, Sirius pushed forwards. He thought that Remus did notice what he was doing, but the pleasure he was receiving was too great to pay it much attention. It wasn't long before Sirius was fully sheathed in Remus and was gasping for breath due to the heat.

He ceased touching Remus' cock in favour for pulling out of him and sliding back in. Remus moaned, but it was only partly mixed with pain now.

After a few thrusts, Remus muttered for Sirius to move faster. That single word - that command - excited Sirius, and he felt his cock throb. He was getting closer and closer now. He wondered how far away Remus was.

He reached down once more and grasped Remus' erection. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, which were getting stronger and faster. Remus was no longer moaning in pain now, but totally in pleasure, and he began to thrust back downwards, moving in time with Sirius.

"Stop," Remus gasped after a few minutes. "If you keep touching me, I'll come."

"I'll come with you," Sirius replied, wrenching a moan from the werewolf.

Soon their thrusts became frantic, and it wasn't long before Remus climaxed. He spasmed around Sirius, who couldn't stand the tightness for long and followed the werewolf.

They came down from their orgasm together, and Sirius slid out of his lover. Remus gasped slightly, and buried his head in Sirius' shoulder, nuzzling his neck. "I'm sorry," Sirius said. "That'll hurt in the morning."

"Hurts a little now," Remus mumbled. Sirius felt a stab of guilt, although it was reduced when the werewolf added, "But it was worth it."

Sirius slipped the covers over them and held Remus tenderly in his arms. He wanted to say something, but he didn't have words perfect enough to match that perfect moment. Instead, he watched Remus as he drifted off into sleep.

He wondered whether what they'd just done should symbolise the end of his old life, or the beginning with his new one… or something. He couldn't really go back to his family now, and he could only move forwards with Remus. In a way, it was as though having sex had cemented their relationship. It was a huge step for them, and Sirius felt like it should mean something important.

Of course, it felt big. He'd just properly lost his virginity, and it was a new stage in their relationship, but it didn't feel like the end of his old life or the beginning of his new one like he'd expected. That had happened when he'd walked out of Grimmauld place with a bag over his shoulder and without a final goodbye to Reg. Sure, he'd farewelled his younger brother, but he regretted not going back to his room to say one last word.

So it wasn't an end or a beginning, but more of a continuation. Yes, that's what it was; more of a never-ending story that Sirius hoped would never end. He felt so happy, so joyous, at that moment, and not even the thought that it wouldn't always be like this could dampen his spirits. He knew there'd be bad times to come.

And, as he looked down at Remus, he knew he'd get through them. Because he had Remus, and he'd always have Remus, and that would make it worth it in the end.

Okay, so originally this is where the story ended. I do have ideas for continuing, but I'm not yet sure if I will or not. So watch this space!