westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-16 07:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, kink: adultery, kink: oral sex, kink: rough sex, remus/james |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 16~ April 14, 1979)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: April 14, 1979
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1,350
Pairing: Remus/James
Kink(s): cheating, rough sex, oral
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Summary: 1979: One of the worst years of Remus's life. Also, one of the best.
Today’s Episode: The day after the full moon is particularly horrible, but James thinks it is good day for a visit.
Notes: The possibly insane blpaintchart has agreed to speed beta and Brit pick for as long as she can stand it while I try this…so generous is my Chart!! Not only that, she is veritable font of ideas! Also, thank you to McKay for running this crazy thing.
Need to catch up? Here are the previous parts: Jan 1, Jan 15: Day, Jan 15: Night, Feb 2, Feb 9, Feb 20, Mar 10, Mar 24, Mar 25, Mar 25: Later, Mar 26, Mar 31, Apr 1, Apr 11, Apr 12
Gideon came to collect him from the safe-room at St. Mungo’s the morning after the full moon. Transformation had been particularly difficult for Remus the night before. He had rubbed his back raw against the metal bars during the night, and the exhausted clinic healers had done only a minor patch job on him before sending him out. He was stiff and achy and drained and just wanted to sleep.
Gideon was unusually quiet as they walked to the hospital apparition point, especially as he should still be giving him shit for finding him alone and naked and tied to his bed the previous day.
“What’s the story, Gid?” asked Remus, his voice raspy. He must have been howling all night.
Gideon stopped and looked at Remus. He took a deep breath, then started talking all at once. “I don’t know how to tell you this, so I’ll just start. Right. Your boss, Mr. Billy, or whatever his name is? He was flooing and owling all night.” Remus’s gut twisted. “You were supposed to work yesterday.”
Remus felt his breathing become shallow. “No. I never schedule myself on the Full. That’s not right.”
“Well, he said it was, and he was fucking unpleasant about it too. I think there was some special event, with that Lockhart bloke again, and too many people, and the books were all in boxes in the back that were meant to be out at the event. Well, he was going on and on talking bollocks about you shirking your responsibilities, and then…well…” Gideon couldn’t look at him.
“What?”
“I told him.” Gideon was very pale when he looked at Remus.
“You did what?”
“It just came out. He really pissed me off, and I knew it wasn’t your choice you were not there, and I just…told him. That you’re a werewolf.” He inhaled and exhaled, hard. “Fuck, Remus, I’m so sorry.” He pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket and held it out to Remus. "Then this note arrived this morning.”
Remus was going to be sick. He didn't have to read the note.
“I’m sacked,” he said.
Gideon nodded, grim-faced. “I’ll cover your rent while you find the next job, mate. This was my fault.”
Remus shook his head. “Stop, Gideon. You can’t afford that. Someone else being a bigoted git is not your fault.” He took a deep breath and pulled his fingers through his hair. “Damn! Damn! Damn!” He rubbed his palms against his eyes, hoping to erase the last thirty minutes and find himself waking up again on the cold concrete of the safe-room.
Actually, he wouldn’t mind erasing the last three days and starting all over again. Fuck.
After a walking a few more contrite blocks together, Gideon patted Remus’s shoulder, offered one last apology, and apparated to his shift at the Comet factory.
Remus decided to walk the rest of the way home, hoping to shake off the itch of bitter hopelessness that was crawling in his belly. Instead of calming down though, as he walked each footstep pounded the misery of the last few days into his body and mind, the collapse of his friendships and Gideon’s thoughtlessness and losing Severus and the pain in his back and who the hell would employ him now and how bloody unfair his life was. The pull of the moon still in his blood, he had worked himself up into a rage by the time he reached his flat.
And there, just to make things even more perfect, was James, leaning against the wall in the corridor, waiting for him.
“Moony.” He stood up to greet him.
“What the hell are you doing here, James?” The fire building in Remus’s gut was ready to erupt. He fought back the desire to snarl and snap his teeth. "I'm too knackered to talk."
“We’ve got to work this out, mate,” James said, as Remus brushed past him and waved his wand over the locks.
“Work it out?” Remus repeated. “What do you think we need to work out?” He could smell James’s sweat.
James followed him inside. “Is what you told Sirius true? Are you boffing Snivellus?”
Remus couldn’t look at him. “I don’t know anyone named Snivellus, James.”
“Don’t be dense, Moony,” he said.
The bubbling anger burst free. Remus turned around and slammed James against the door, smashing it closed. James’s glasses twisted off his nose and clattered to the floor.
“What the fuck?” James exclaimed, but then Remus had him pinned to the door with his arm against his throat.
“Just admit it. You are here to collect what I owe you, am I right? Because I am such a horrible bastard for not blowing you, and because that is what our friendship has been reduced to? And your future wife be damned,” Remus’s face was inches away, his hot breath and spittle flying in James’s face.
“…I…can’t…breathe…” James struggled, pulling at Remus’s arm.
“So I am going to suck you off now, Prongs, so that we can be finished.” Keeping one arm stiff against James’s chest, he dropped to his knees and ripped open James’s trousers, the button flying across the room. James clawed at Remus’s hand, trying to free himself, but Remus’s was stronger and more determined.
He wrapped his lips around James’s prick, not caring for the scrape of his teeth or the roughness of the zip digging into his balls. Part of Remus wanted to gag, but his desire to settle this with James was greater.
To his amazement, James rapidly grew hard in his mouth, the scratch of his fingers against his arm lessened, and he let out a moan. Remus closed his eyes and let his exhausted mind wander, trying to imagine it was Severus in front of him, groaning and writhing, but James had to ruin his attempted fantasy by speaking.
“Fuck, Moony. I’ve missed this. You were always so good at cock-sucking,” and Remus was dragged back into the present. This really was why James was here. Fuck.
Remus let his teeth graze him harder, snagging on his crinkled edge of loose foreskin, nipping just a bit too hard. James reflexively hit him in the side of the head and yelped, surprised, and Remus growled and sucked him deeper. With his free hand, he pinched James’s balls, hard. James bucked against him.
“Is this what you do with Snivelly?” James asked, his voice pinched and breathy. “Does he like it rough?”
In reply Remus sucked him painfully hard, scratching his teeth all the way down his shaft, but James seemed to like it, and he pumped his hips three times, shoving his cock down Remus’s throat, and then he was coming, hard. Remus pulled away after the first sour drips touched his tongue, letting of his hot come spill onto his trousers and shoes and the floor. Then he made sure James was looking down at him when he spit the rest onto the floor and wiped his hand across his mouth.
In the last twitches of James’s orgasm, unable to stop himself, Remus leaned in and bit down on the head of James’s cock, drawing blood.
James screamed.
“Explain that one to Lily,” Remus said, releasing his grip and letting James free.
James got his breath back a bit and was staring at his knob. “Look what you’ve done to my bell-end, you fucking wanker!”
“I think it’s fair payment for how you’ve been acting. There are names for people like you.”
The violent urges that had boiled in his blood were soothed, but still tingling just below the surface. He turned away and stalked into the sitting room.
James had zipped up and was retrieving his glasses from the floor.
“Fuck you, Moony, I only came over to make up and invite you to the wedding. Lily wanted to be sure we were getting along for the big day,” he said.
Remus was quiet.
“I’ll owl you the invite, mate,” James said, then opened the door and walked out, slamming it behind him.
Remus collapsed onto the sofa and didn’t move for hours.