"Remus, would you check on Harry and Neville?" Minerva McGonagall quietly asked the werewolf who was once again teaching at Hogwarts. He was professor of an upper years Dueling class and a Advanced DADA class with a focus on Magical Beasts and Beings this time. "They asked to use the Transfiguration classroom to study, but if they're not there check the greenhouses, they've spent a lot of time out there lately with Neville's plants. I'm a bit worried about them. Today being what it is..."
Remus nodded. He could easily understand their avoidance of celebrating Halloween and neither had been all that much interested in the Halloween Dance to begin with. Hermione had been the one who insisted they attend with her, the three of them, but after the chaos at the Gryffindor breakfast table that morning, the Headgirl and most of the Gryffindor seventh years were not allowed to the dance and had a nice amount of detention to look forward to in the coming weeks
The Transfiguration classroom was empty so Remus summoned his cloak and headed out across the grounds for the Greenhouses.
The scent that assaulted the werewolf's sensative nose before he even opened the greenhouse door caused Remus to swallow and stifle a groan as blood rushed southward with a shocking intensity.
Neville was leaning against the wall of the greenhouse, a deathgrip on a hook that had been meant for hanging a flower pot from above his head, his robes shoved open and pants bunched around his ankles. Harry knelt in front of Neville occasionally choking as Neville thrust forward too hard on wobbly legs.
Neville gave a shout of "Teeth!" as Harry inexpertly scraped just a little to hard by accident. That was the most coherent word out of the stream of moans and babble coming from Neville.
Remus swallowed. Merlin. He.....He should go...should...one of the dragonpods gave out a keening sound and then released steam and pollen into the air.
Remus' hands quickly worked the fastening of his trousers. He leaned against the doorway the chill October air welcome against the unnatural heat under his skin. He fisted his cock, and watched the boys. Some rational part of his mind screaming the wrongness of it all the while but the need that burned through him ignored it easily enough.
The contrast between the pair made them all that more stunning. Neville sandy haired, solid and broad. Though the heavy lifting and hard work of countless hours of work in the greenhouses at school and at his Grandmother's had left him with a brawny strength, he'd never be slim or even athletically toned but there was no doubt of the appealingness of the young man Neville had grown into. Harry was still on the short side, lean and slim, if not for the age in the boy's green eyes and the aura of power Harry radiated these days delicate could almost be used to describe him. That percieved delicacy was very misleading, and couldn't be further from the truth. Remus was still bruised from the disarming hex that had thrown him into a wall the week before. Harry might not be physically imposing, bordering on androgynous and pretty but there was nothing weak about the boy.
Sweat and fresh dirt, need and the strange intoxicating scent of the pollen assaulted Remus' nose, he choked back his own groan as Neville babbled out, "Harrymmgonnacome" at the top of his lungs.
Remus' hand moved faster his own release crashed over him and what sound he might have made drowned by Harry coughing and choking after a botched attempt to swallow. Merlin...
His blood still burned as pollen clung to his robes. Relief was only temporary and his eyes were still fastened on the sight of the pair.
Remus stared a moment later as Harry struggled to his feet clinging frantically to Neville almost crazed with his own need as he rocked his still clothed hips against Neville's thigh in sheer desperation. Gorgeous. Neville light, tall, broad and gentle. Harry, small, dark-haired with an aura of power and not a little dangerousness. Perfect contrasts. Just perfect.
And wrong. So wrong. He shouldn't be here.
Remus gathered his composure enough to duck out of the doorway and out of sight. Bad enough he lacked the self control not to watch but he didn't want the boys to know he'd seen anything. Merlin it would be ages, if ever, before he got those images from his mind.
Reason was shaky as he hurried away. He had to put as much distance between him in the boys before it was gone, burned away by the heat and need once again rising in him. Bad enough he had watched, he wasn't going to cross the line further and join them