Willy lifted his head and bit into the meat of Remus's shoulder. The slide was perfect. He knew Remus loved him, but feeling him so intimately with the scent of him in his nose, Willy felt a sharp, sweet sting of regret.

Remus loved him so much, and Willy knew he took advantage. He did care deeply for his little mouse, but he knew he could never give Remus the same.

"Remus," he gasped, emotion choking the name in his throat.