innerslytherin (innerslytherin) wrote in ever_fixed_mark, @ 2008-05-18 23:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | adult content: sex: r or nc-17, adult content: violence, omc, peter, remus |
014: Blind-sided
Peter sprawled on the floor of the Room of Requirement and grinned at Remus. "You're beautiful, you know," he murmured, stretching one hand to trace over Remus' cheek. "And so kind and generous. If I take all the NEWTs I need, it'll all be down to your helping me."
"Yeah, well, you did the work. I didn't climb into your brain or anything." Remus rolled over and snuggled up against Peter's side. He brushed a finger through Peter's fringe. "You're brilliant, you just needed focus," he murmured in Peter's ear.
Remus had been right. N.E.W.T.s were looming just days away and over the couple of weeks in between the incident in Potions class and now, the looks and strange happenings around them had tapered off quite a bit, even if they hadn't stopped. Still, they weren't spending so much of their alone time worrying anymore. Remus smiled at the thought and kissed Peter.
"Mm, m'not brilliant," Peter said, wrapping his arm around Remus. He still liked hearing it, and he was glad Remus hadn't denied being beautiful. "I'm so glad to be with you," he murmured, kissing Remus' forehead. He was glad he'd agreed to go along with Remus' desire for keeping their peace. Remus had been right--as usual. Remus, he was beginning to think, was always right. He thought himself quite clever for having found such a wonderful person to fall in love with (and tried to ignore the fact that he was really mainly lucky).
Remus laughed lightly. "Yes, you are. You're going to take all your N.E.W.T.s and then some, and then I'm going to have a dashing, Auror-in-training husband." He kissed Peter again. "Do you know how much I fancy that? Fancy you?"
Peter gasped when Remus' words registered, and then he went still, staring at Remus. "Do--do you really love me that much?" he breathed, wanting to squeeze Remus tightly. "That you would--if we were allowed--you'd--" He broke off, feeling his eyes stinging a little suddenly. He knew Remus loved him, he'd known that from the first time Remus said it, and never had cause to doubt it. But hearing it like that...
Remus laughed. "Of course I do," he replied, but then something didn't seem right. If we were allowed to what? Remus peered at Peter thoughtfully for a moment before it hit him what must have come out of his mouth. Oh, God. Remus' smile went a little shy. "I mean, I know we... can't. I just started thinking about us... like that." He kissed Peter to shut himself up.
"God, Remus, I love you," Peter whispered when they broke apart. "I love you so much, so bloody much, God!" He was babbling, and he could feel tears prickling in his eyes, so he shut up and kissed Remus again. "Husband," he breathed, hardly believing it, and then kissed Remus again. He just wanted to cling to Remus and never let him go. To hold Remus so they became one person, inseparable, he just...was going to cry.
Merlin, was Peter tearing up? Remus wasn't sure how to take it at first, but Peter seemed so happy about it, so Remus stroked his fingers through Peter's hair as he kissed Peter, deepening it a bit. "You're just so good to me. So good, so perfect." He pulled back a little and nuzzled Peter's cheek. "I love you." He hesitated a moment before going on. "I mean, would you? If we could?"
"Yes, yes," Peter whispered. "I want to be with you forever." He felt like his chest might explode from happiness. Merlin, nothing could take this away! It suddenly didn't matter if all the Slytherins in the school ganged up on him, he would still be the happiest man alive.
Remus couldn't help the broad smile that bloomed on his face. Forever. "Oh, good," Remus blurted, then caught Peter's lips hungrily.
Peter tightened his arms around Remus and kissed him back, rolling them so Remus was on top of him. "Yours forever," he whispered, and pulled Remus back down for another kiss. He tangled the fingers of one hand in Remus' hair and hooked an ankle around Remus' leg.
"Okay." Remus grinned, rather liking the idea that Peter was his, and trailed kisses down Peter's jaw. "I like that." He slid his fingers under Peter's shirt, brushing it up Peter's side. His kisses moved to Peter's ear, where he whispered. "You're all mine," then he nibbled the lobe.
"Mmm, yes," Peter agreed, breathless. He arched under Remus' touch, pushing up the back of Remus' shirt so he could splay his fingers over Remus' skin. "Always yours. Your husband," he said wonderingly.
Remus chuckled softly, but started making quick work of the buttons on Peter's shirt. "Yes," he whispered, shifting against Peter a little as his desire to show Peter how he felt grew. They didn't need a wedding or a piece of paper to be one another's 'husbands.' "Just for us," he murmured, finishing the thought aloud and hoping Peter understood. He drew his hand down Peter's chest once he'd gotten the buttons open, then pushed it back over Peter's shoulder.
Peter smiled at him. "Yes, just for us," he agreed, pulling at Remus' shirt. "Take me," he murmured, watching Remus' face. "I want you to." His breath was still catching a little in his throat because of the emotion, but he was smiling as he spoke.
Remus shifted a little, letting Peter tug his shirt off, then looked down at Peter happily and stroked his fingers over Peter's cheek. "Oh?" He leaned down to kiss Peter, his fingers going first to his own trousers to work them open, then to Peter's. "You want me to really make you mine?" he murmured against Peter's lips, his tone heated, then started trying to push their trousers down.
"Yes, yes," Peter gasped, dragging his nails very lightly down Remus' back. "Make me yours!" He kissed Remus hungrily, wriggling his hips as best he could to get out of his trousers.
Remus made an eager pleased noise at that, and made himself sit back reluctantly to divest them both of the rest of their clothes. When he returned, he pressed himself back up against Peter and whispered the charms to prepare Peter. He nuzzled the spot between Peter's jaw and neck tenderly as he pushed himself gently inside of Peter, groaning at the way they just fit so perfectly. "Mm, Peter."
Peter groaned happily, bearing down and running his hands over Remus' back. "God, yes!" he gasped, arching his neck a little and enjoying the shivers Remus sent through his body. "So good!" He loved belonging to Remus, loved feeling as though they were part of each other.
Remus shifted, then rolled his hips against Peter, pulling out and pushing back in at an angle they'd learned in the past few months would make Peter squirm, hoping he hit it right, then curled his fingers around Peter's cock. His lips kissed over Peter's neck and shoulder as he moved again. "I love you so much. More than anything," he muttered before he lost the ability to speak coherently.
Gasping and whimpering, Peter clutched at Remus, his nails digging into Remus' skin for a moment before he caught himself. "Yes, yes, Remus!" he managed, clenching around Remus. He moved one hand to tug lightly at his hair. "Love you!"
Remus first hissed then moaned at the sting of nails in his skin, and automatically sped his thrusts, warmth and pleasure rolling through his body. Another whispered charm had his hand slick and Peter's cock sliding through it easily, his thumb circling the head as he bit lightly into Peter's shoulder.
Peter groaned and panted, beginning to lose himself to the pleasure rolling through him. He loved it so much when Remus was like this, when he took pleasure from Peter, when he bestowed it like a gift, when he let himself drop some of the control he usually had. "Oh, Remus," he moaned, clinging to him.
"Yes," Remus moaned, panting against Peter's skin and biting a little harder, still careful not to leave any marks. He was still sometimes amazed he had this with Peter, this love and this physical manifestation of it, the way their bodies moved like they were made to move together. He slid into Peter harder, sparing just a moment to move his hand off Peter to reach back and guide Peter's leg up over his hip.
"God!" Peter gasped, burying his fingers in Remus' hair. Every thrust was driving little noises of pleasure from him as the ecstasy built inside him. He arched his head back, his hands encouraging Remus to take. "Harder!" he managed. "More!"
A jolt of lust ran through Remus at that. It never ceased to amaze him that Peter liked it when he let go, lost control; Peter wanted it. Remus licked his lips and attacked Peter's neck with his teeth and tongue, biting and then laving his tongue over the heated skin in turn. His hips sped and his thrusts turned savage, which drew a rumble from his chest as his body tightened, pleasure coiling tightly around the base of his spine.
"Oh, fuck!" Peter managed, utterly pleased. He tugged at Remus' hair, every muscle in his body tensing, and then he came, crying out, almost surprised at how fast and intense it was. He held tightly to Remus until he felt his muscles turn watery with the aftermath of release, then slumped back, panting and gazing at Remus.
Remus was lost in the way Peter felt underneath him, the way it was pliant one moment and then the next tight with pleasure, clenching around Remus. It sent Remus over the edge and he kissed Peter as he came, his thrusts going a little erratic until he was through, and then he collapsed against Peter, panting against his neck. "God," he panted, a smile tugging his lips even as his eyes drooped shut.
Smiling, Peter stroked his hands over Remus' back, letting his leg slide down a little but twining it around Remus'. "Mmm." He felt wonderful, loose and well satisfied. "M'all yours, Remus. Only yours." He kissed Remus' hair and let his own eyes close.
Remus' smile grew wide and he kissed Peter's neck. "Yes. Absolutely." He shifted a little to pull out of Peter, then opened his eyes to look at him. He trailed a finger down Peter's throat, over his Adam's apple. "M'yours, as well, you know."
"Yes," Peter said, another thrill of happiness running through him. He tightened his arms around Remus and sighed. "God, I love having sex with you."
Remus laughed and snuggled closer. Merlin, Peter was adorable, and funny, and clever (more clever than Remus thought other people realised, and he rather liked that he knew more about Peter than the others). "It's mutual. I didn't hurt you, did I?" He pulled back a bit to look at Peter's neck and grimaced a little at the redness.
"No, I liked it," Peter confessed. He wondered if there was something wrong with that, liking the way Remus had bitten him. He stroked his fingers through Remus' hair. "It--it felt possessive. I like you being possessive." He'd felt outside for years, like his friends liked him, but not quite as much as they liked the others. But Remus...Remus liked him more than anyone. Remus wanted Peter to be his. It was such a wonderful feeling.
Remus brushed the back of his knuckles over the marks on Peter's skin, letting himself enjoy the idea of possessing Peter, of knowing Peter would be walking around with his marks on him all day. "I like that you like," he said, unsure whether he should admit to what he was thinking. "I love you so much."
Peter smiled at the little twinge of soreness. "I love you," he whispered. "We're so lucky, Remus. We have each other, forever." He squeezed Remus lightly, then relaxed, closing his eyes again. "Forever."
Remus' heart squeezed happily, and he slid off Peter so he could snuggle up to his side. "Yes, forever. But for now, sadly, we have class." He kissed Peter's neck a little, reluctant to get dressed.
"Oh, Merlin, is it that time already?" Peter groaned. "M'not sure I can walk." He fumbled around for clothing. It was funny, no matter how much time he had with Remus, it was never enough. But they were going to have the rest of their lives together. He couldn't help smiling at the thought.
Remus chuckled softly and forced himself to roll away, planting a kiss on Peter's shoulder as he did. "We probably look a mess," he said, reaching out for his shirt, then tugging it on. He turned to look at Peter. Things were dying down a lot, but the last thing they needed to do was show up in class sweaty and messy looking, and the marks on Peter's neck didn't help. "Mmm, need to do a glamour... on your neck."
Peter reached his fingers up to touch it, a little disappointed, though he could see the sense in it. "Probably," he assented. "You do it, since you can see it." He tilted his head back, watching Remus. When the glamour and a cleaning charm were done, Peter started pulling on his clothes. Just a few more days, he told himself. They could get through it, and then they'd be on their own. He couldn't wait.
Remus was pleased with his charm, but slightly disappointed not to be able to see the marks on Peter's neck anymore. He watched Peter dress for a moment, then pulled on his pants and trousers. He pushed himself up to his feet and held his hand out for Peter, pulling Peter to his feet and ducking his head to kiss the spot where he knew Peter's neck was bruised with a tiny smirk. "Just for us," he murmured.
"Just for us," Peter whispered, pulling him close.
Remus wrapped his arms around Peter and held him for a moment, then sighed and pulled back. "Arithmancy awaits us," he said, with a hint of genuine disappointment.
Peter grinned. "Now I know you love me," he teased. "You'd rather be with me than go to class." He kissed Remus and made himself step away, heading for the door.
"M'not married to my studies," Remus said, a playful gleam in his eyes, following behind Peter and thinking that after a shag like that he really wanted a fag, but it would make them late. They stepped out of the door and Remus was glad the hallway was mostly empty. He shifted his bag over his shoulder and frowned; it wasn't as heavy as it should be. "Bugger," he muttered, then shifted it again so he could look inside. "Forgot my book."
"Lucky me," Peter said, grinning. At Remus' last statement, he glanced over his shoulder. "What, you didn't leave it in there, did you?" He glanced at his watch and discovered it was a lot later than he'd realised; they were going to have to hurry.
"No, no I didn't take anything out in there." Remus leaned in a little to look at Peter's watch. "Go on, then, I'll get my book and meet you." He'd be late, but it was better than both of them being late.
"You sure? I don't mind waiting." Though they both knew it might be better if they came in separately, especially if they were late. People always would jump to conclusions--though in this case, they'd be right. His lips curled slowly as he looked at Remus. For that matter, if he went to the dormitory with Remus, he might find a reason for neither of them to leave it.
"No, really. Besides, if you came with me, I might drag you to bed; we'd never get to class and then we'd get another of Lily and James' lectures." He started off toward the dorm, turning to walk backwards, facing Peter, for a moment to mouth I love you before turning and breaking into a sprint toward the portrait hole.
Grinning to himself, Peter started for class. After a few steps he realised he'd better run; there was a chance he might not be exceedingly late. He dashed for the stairs.
Remus climbed through the portrait hole and sprinted up to the dorm, finding his book lying on his bed where he'd left it. After stuffing it into his bag, he started back out to the corridors. He was in such a good mood that he almost didn't care he was late. Almost. Still, even as he started down the stairs, taking then in twos, he was grinning to himself. Peter was his, his 'husband,' and soon enough they would be out of here and together all the time. They could shag like they just had any time they pleased!
His thoughts started to wander. He'd have to move back in with Da for a bit and Peter would move in with his mum while they looked for jobs and saved money and went looking for a home... well, honestly, they'd probably only be able to afford a flat, but hopefully they could find one by the sea. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he barely noticed the other two boys at the end of the corridor until he'd nearly ran straight into them. He looked up, stopping in his tracks, then smiled at two of his dorm-mates, Harkiss and McLeod.
"Hey, mates. Sorry, I'm running late." Remus started to push past them, but they blocked his way.
Harkiss raised his eyebrows. "Oooh, running late," he remarked, glancing at McLeod.
"Sorry, did he just call us 'mates'?" McLeod said, looking back at Harkiss. "The sodomite thinks we're his mates."
Harkiss and McLeod looked at Remus, their expressions ugly.
Remus looked between the two of them, his gaze staying on McLeod for a moment, thinking he really had to be mishearing the word that just came out of his mouth. Sodomite. They'd always been friendly before, but now that Remus thought about it, they'd been unusually quiet ever since Remus and Peter had been 'outed.' "Right," was about all Remus could manage, wishing he had the stones to make some snide remark about that term being just a bit outdated. "No longer mates. I'll keep that in mind," he muttered and tried to push past them again.
Harkiss' hand slapped his shoulder hard, pushing him backwards. McLeod moved to the side a little as Harkiss moved in, trapping Remus between them and the wall.
"The poofter Prefect," Harkiss said, folding his arms across his chest. "Is that how you thought you could get away with it, hmm? That shiny little badge on your lapel?" McLeod's hand darted out and snatched the pin. Remus heard cloth tear.
Oh bloody hell. Remus watched his badge as it was tossed across the corridor, then looked back, disbelief plain on his face. "Get away with... what?" He probably should have realised he was in trouble sooner than now, but this was so... unexpected. He fumbled in his pocket for his wand. "I'm not above docking points from my own house. Just let me go to class, all right?" As soon as his wand was out, Harkiss twisted his wrist painfully, and Remus yelped and dropped it.
McLeod sneered. "As if we didn't know what your kind is up to. The two of you, sneaking about, watching people, right in our dormitory--"
"--probably offering to 'help' some of the littler kids. Got any favourite firsties, shirtlifter?" Harkiss broke in. McLeod shoved Remus back against the wall, hard.
That knocked the wind out of Remus and his head smacked the stone, and for a moment he felt a little dizzy. He blinked hard and tried to focus again, wondering if he could make a dive for his wand. "Wh-what?!"
McLeod and Harkiss exchanged a look. "Maybe the pervert needs his ears cleaned out, Harkiss. Isn't there a spell for that?"
"Maybe he needs his bloody mind cleaned out, McLeod."
They were nearly identical smiles as they turned their attention on Remus, wands raised.
Fuck! Were they going to Obliviate him?! Or... something else, something worse... Remus automatically dove for his wand then, but one of their feet crushed his hand against the stone. The other kicked him in the gut and Remus rolled away, blinking through tears of pain up at them. "P-please. Don't."
Harkiss laughed. "Don't," he mimicked, and something hit Remus in the face. The last thing he heard was their laughter.