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Sirius took a deep breath and appreciated the silence as he continued his slow stroll through the woods behind his house.

Anytime things got too bad at home, he would retreat to the small woods behind Grimmauld Place for solace.
This little clearing was his favorite; there was something magical about it, no matter what Regulus claimed.

He would forgive the little shit for not recognizing the beauty in front of him because he knew how to keep secrets. He'd never tell their parents where to find Sirius, so Sirius retreats here whenever Regulus "needs" more potion ingredients for his experiments. Thankfully, Regulus always pretended to send him out for ingredients he already had.

This weekend had been particularly rough, so instead of sitting down on his usual rock, he kept walking; his parents had brought in a potential fiancé for him, a woman, never mind the fact that he was gay.
Lucius approached him once more about taking the Dark Mark. Bellatrix was particularly angered by the fact that Sirius couldn't bring home diseases to unleash upon their enemies from his place of work. Never mind that he was a healer, meaning he was not in the business of spreading disease. Talk of his career led to his grandfather going off on a tangent about the shame it brought upon their house that their presumed Heir had a job like a commoner instead of going out and making business connections and strengthening ties with other pureblood families.

Thank Merlin, it was Sunday night. He could at least hide out at work tomorrow.

Something about the entire weekend had unsettled him. It had felt like everyone had been extra disappointed in him. He had finished top of his class at Hogwarts and in his Healer's training. He was powerful, an excellent dueler, and the only one in the family who could sometimes defeat Bellatrix. But the fact remained that he wasn't particularly good at sucking up to people, he wasn't particularly interested in politics, and his worst sin on top of it all was the fact that he wasn't interested in women.

He finally looked up and stopped walking when he realized he had been walking for almost an hour and was still in the woods. How was that possible? Gimmauld's place was in the middle of London. The small woods behind their house were 15 minutes from corner to corner, mainly to give residents the illusion of privacy.

Where the hell was he?!

He stopped and closed his eyes trying to orient himself. He reached out with his magic, and when he reopened them, he found himself in a clearing surrounded by flowers. The air felt as fresh as it did in Scotland while at Hogwarts, as opposed to the stale air in London. As he turned around once more, he saw a small clearing with a pond and a few rocks, and decided to walk over and perhaps sit by the pond as he thought of what to do next. He wasn't paying attention to the plants around him.

He began felt hot, which was weird because he had been comfortable a few moments ago and usually ran cold.
As he loosened his collar, he gasped. Just a slight touch to his neck had his fingertips tingling, and he could feel a blush spreading up his neck.
He suddenly felt like he was slowly burning from the inside out.
He felt his heart rate increase and was worried that he may have been cursed.
Sirius tried to focus on what was happening around him, but his senses felt so alive that it was hard to focus on any one thing as he began to take his clothes off in a pathetic attempt to cool off.
He ran his fingers through his hair and gather his thoughts. He needed to keep his fingers busy lest he begin touching himself in the middle of these unknown woods.
If someone had cursed him, did he want to be that vulnerable around them.

He kept trying to go back to his Black Family training as Heir and think things through to ensure he could protect himself, but it felt like his mind was slipping away with time, and he brought his hands down to his chest and pinched his nipples.
Merlin, that felt unreal, he thought to himself.

-

There was something in his woods that wasn't usually there.
Remus could feel it.
His clan had claimed these woods generations ago, and they were only possible to find if you were invited in.
He had been sitting in meditation, attempting to spread his magic and find his mate, as his mother had explained to him. However, it was the night before a full moon, and he had trouble concentrating and staying still. He wanted to crawl out of his skin and run wild.
Just as he tried to will himself back into meditation, he felt an outsider enter their territory.
But how had they gotten here?
Who had invited them in this close to nightfall on a Sunday evening?

He dropped to the ground and put his hands to the ground reaching into the woods to try to find them.
He called to the earth to recognize him as the Prince Alpha of this Were Kingdom. His dynasty had lived in these woods and peacefully managed the surrounding werewolf packs for hundreds of years.
He called on the woods to recognize his authority as the protector of these parts.
As the earth, trees, and plants surrounding him answered, he found that this intruder was alone and had no ill will toward the inhabitants.
They seem to be lost and in distress.

Remus frowned and followed the trail presented to him.
Sniffing the air as he neared where the woods had sent him, he sensed the intruder was magical and human.
They seemed friendly, but he smelled their arousal.

He rolled his eyes. Sex pollen. They must've disturbed the plants.

As he approached, he saw someone by the pond with pale skin that seemed to glow in the moon's light and dark wavy hair.
As he approached, he could see their eyes shut as they tried to fight the plant's effects, to no avail.
He noticed their perfectly smooth skin and pouty pink lips, and he couldn't help but appreciate the rosy glow on his face.

He found he couldn't look away from his face. The man was ethereal.

As Remus moved closer, the man's eyes opened, and Remus felt his breath leave his body. He'd never seen anyone with eyes like his.

Molten silver with hints of blue.
He couldn't look away.

Remus breathed deeply as he took a few steps closer, now appreciating the scent of his arousal even more when he suddenly realized how this man may have gotten here because every part of his being was saying to himself.
MateMateMateMateMateMateMateMate

Had Remus been successful in calling his soulmate to him?

"ah," the intruder whined as Remus came into view. He had taken himself into his own hands and was having a hard time reliving himself to be freed of the effects of the plant.

"Please help me," the man said to him desperation in his eyes.
Remus came to a stop in front of him.
"do you know what this plant is?"
the man squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head as he gasped while touching his perfectly pink cock.
"No."
"It's sex pollen; you'll need to achieve climax to be freed of its effects."
"Please, help me."
"May I touch you?" asked Remus. He usually wouldn't get involved, but there was no way he could leave his mate like his. He would've preferred their first time to happen a little more naturally, or at least after they had learned each other's names, but he supposed this was as good a time as any.

"yes"
Remus reached out and put one hand behind his neck, and his other hand reached for his hips, and he felt his mate physically relax as he pulled him towards his own body.
"You feel like a dream." his angelic mate breathed out as he sighed against Remus' broad chest.
Remus laughed and pressed his lips against the man's; his mate was adorable.

-

As their kiss deepens, Sirius feels peace for the first time in ages, not just since he touched the sex plant.
He feels like this is the kiss he's been looking for, the kiss he wants forever. His mind quiets and it's a completely different type of restlessness that courses through his body.
Something in his chest cracks and opens, and Sirius knows he is irreparably ruined for anyone other than this mysterious stranger brought to him by fate.

The mysterious stranger wraps one of his big hands around his erection as he reaches around towards his arse with the other.
His fingers are already slick as he slowly and gently pushes in.
The stranger pushes him towards the ground, careful with him as if he's made of glass and Sirius complies.
He opens his eyes as the stranger pulls back slightly so they can catch his breath, never letting go of his cock.

Sirius looks into his brown eyes with hints of green; this man is so beautiful.
Where did he come from?
But before he can put together any theories, the stranger finds his prostate, and all rational thought leaves Sirius' mind.

His next moan makes him sound like a back alley whore, and he could care less. He needs this.

As the stranger pushes in a second and then a third finger and then puts Sirius' cock in his mouth, he can't help it. He feels his orgasm approaching quickly.
He is barely able to warn the stranger before he comes down the man's throat.
Holy shit, that was the best orgasm of his entire life.

He opens his eyes, and before his brain can catch up with his mouth, he says
"I need your cock"

Sirius is too desperate at this point to feel ashamed to ask for what he needs.

The stranger smirked, and it felt so right.
Sirius feels like that was the absolute right thing to say at that moment because before he can fully catch his breath, he sees the stranger conjure more lube and slick himself up. The next thing Sirius knows, he's been held steady by one massive hand as the stranger lines up his huge cock with his arsehole and begins to push in.

He wants to keep his eyes open, he loves eye contact, and he loves looking at this man's face, but Morgana's tits, this man's cock is enormous, and his virgin hole is screaming.
Sirius groans, "Slow, please."
"Is this too much?" the stranger asks as he bottoms out. He pauses, and Sirius feels a rush of warmth as he sees the stranger studying his face, sincerity etched all over it, as he looks to see how Sirius is doing.
Sirius never wants this stranger to leave him, and he says as much, "I need you, just give me a minute, just hold me."
Slowly the stranger kisses him again, and Sirius loses himself in the man's lips as he begins to rock into his arse slowly.
After he feels Sirius relax, he gives him a quick peck on the nose and slightly speeds up his hips.
Sirius can't believe this is happening and can't believe how good this feels. It quieted some deep throbbing inside of him, and he felt so right.
So full.

"yes," he suddenly hisses; he's never heard his voice sound like this before
the stranger must've heard something in his voice because his pace is suddenly ferocious, and Sirius loves it.

-

"Please, faster," his mate whimpered at him.
Whimpered.
Fuck, Remus was a goner.
His beautiful mate was so fucking perfect.

He let out a groan pulled his mate closer and tighter against him. This man felt so perfect in his arms.

Remus had never felt so good, so complete, and he was suddenly overcome with emotion as he thrust into him as hard and fast as he absolutely could.
Perfect. Beautiful. Mine. Mate.
His mate is making these wild sounds, and Remus can feel them in his body. His mate is clinging to him hard as he hits his mate's prostate with every snap of his hips. He can feel himself bruising the pale, perfect skin of his mate's slim hips. His mate is so tight it feels so perfect.
Remus runs his right hand up and down the pale, smooth, soft skin of his mate.
So fucking lucky. So beautiful. So perfect. I've been looking for you for so long.

"Yes, yes " his mate is scrambling to tighten his hold on his shoulders. His mate can't stop moaning, and he's tightening his arms around his neck and pulling himself closer and closer...Remus nuzzles against his temple even as he fucks the man within an inch of his life, and the little kisses his mate is pressing to his neck are making him feel wild with want.

"You're so good, oh this is so good ." Remus can feel himself getting closer with every word out of his mate's mouth, and he can't help but growl.
"Hold on, love," he says to his mate as he squeezes his own eyes shut. He can feel his mate approach his orgasm as well.
He can smell a few tears escape his mate's eyes as he whines against Remus' neck.
"almost there, my love," he says as he nuzzles his mate closer
"Ahhhh, fuck! I love you," his little mate cries out as he bites into the corded muscles of Remus' neck. Mate is claiming me. Perfect Mate.
As soon as he feels his mate's spend come between them, Remus can't hold back anymore, and he feels the base of his cock begin to expand.

His mate screams and arches his back as Remus' knot begins to catch.
Before he can even say anything to his mate, his mate bears his neck. "Please?" he whispers to Remus
"love?" he asks, and his mate looks up at him through his lashes, his grey eyes flashing with desire.
"bite me"
"do you know what you're asking for my love?"
"yessss" his little mate hisses.

Remus does then; he bites him. Not hard enough for a permanent claim but hard enough for a temporary one until he learns his name and takes him to dinner. The thought of forever with his mate is what finally does it; he comes so hard that he blacks out for a second.

When Remus catches his breath and feels like his brain has caught up with his body, he opens his eyes to see his gorgeous little mate gently running his fingers over the bite marks he'd left on Remus' neck.
"Hi," his gorgeous angelic mate says, a little shy but looking at Remus with eyes as bright as the stars.
Fucking perfect.