Helium Raven (severity_softly) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-20 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: severity_softly, kink: ice play, kink: oral sex, remus/peter pettigrew |
LMOM: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 19/30 (Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus)
Title: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 19/30 (I hope)
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing (this part): Remus/Peter
Characters/Pairing (overall fic): Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus
Summary: "It would take too long to explain the intimate alliance of contradictions in human nature which makes love itself wear at times the desperate shape of betrayal. And perhaps there is no possible explanation." ~ Joseph Conrad
Kinks/Warnings: oral, ice play
Overall warnings: Angst
Challenge: LMOM '08, day twenty
Word Count: 2000-ish
Notes: This part is set in the spring of '79. Going to be taking some major leaps in time here in the next few chapter. Stick with me! :D Thanks so so much to innerslytherin for the beta-reading and support!
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Peter used to think that time moved fast inside Hogwarts. Read the next chapter. Write eleven inches on Chimeras. Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff in Quidditch. Write another eight inches on the rune Naudiz. Snog Remus for an hour straight. Christmas hols. Detentions. N.E.W.T.s.
Suddenly they weren't in school anymore, and Peter expected it to slow down. But Summer became Fall. The Marauders became Order members. Marlene McKinnon became a memory at the age of 19. James and Lily became the Potters. Fall became Winter. The Prewetts became targets. Sirius and Emmeline became an item. Remus and Peter became flatmates. Winter became Spring. And Peter...
Peter got trapped alone in an alley on his way home after an Order meeting on a cool May afternoon and became something he'd never dreamed of. He told Remus he was just going to stop into the shops because they were out of bread, which was exactly what he did, but the bread never made it home.
Peter was lucky he made it home.
"Nearly killed one of our most promising," one of them had hissed through a shining silver mask.
Peter had staggered back into a wall, and stammered, "Wh-what?!"
"Don't play stupid, ickle one," came a woman's distorted voice. That one pressed him up against the wall as tightly as if they were lovers and whispered in his ear. They'd taken his wand before they'd started in on him, so Peter froze, wondering wildly what he could do to get away without it. "Can't have you out there trying anything like that again, can we? Though, in spite of your victim's wishes that you simply die for your daring, we have another idea, should you prove worthy."
"Please, I don't know what you're talking about!" Peter managed, but then she slid a knee between his legs and pulled back to look at him. Peter had wild urge to shout that he was queer, even if he still wasn't utterly convinced, just to get her to stop touching him, but she whipped off her mask and her hood fell back, and black hair cascaded into the spring air. "I don't see the need in all that. We're just going to kill you if refuse."
Peter managed a squeak, then cursed himself for it, and then she was pressing her cheek against his, practically nuzzling his face. "Was he your first, pudding?"
Peter barely heard the 'endearment.' "My-- first--?"
"Kill?" she murmured.
"I didn't kill anyone!" he breathed urgently. He'd just wanted to just get Snape away from Remus. Safely away. Maybe in Hospital for the rest of the school year until they left so he knew Snape couldn't touch Remus, after Remus had been so... careful in answering Peter's request not to fuck Snape anymore.
He'd instantly regretted it when Snape collapsed--was, in fact, violently ill in the brush that lined the forest, where he'd scampered as Wormtail to avoid being seen. "I didn't--"
The woman threw back her head and laughed, the sound ringing through the alley. Peter recognised the mad look, and it finally clicked who she was for the first time. Bellatrix Black.
"You tried," she whispered. "You almost succeeded. And almost no one saw you, little chameleon."
Peter's mind was reeling from the invasion that came next, the memories hurling past his eyes faster than he could stop then, but he still knew honour and glory were better than mockery and shame. They promised him he didn't have to do anything. He didn't have to hurt anyone. They promised him. And he could have all that. It would make his mum proud, they told him, after pillaging his thoughts, and Peter couldn't put his thoughts together anymore on his own. Still, he didn't think his mum would want him to be a Death Eater. He didn't want to be a Death Eater, no matter what he might think of Muggles. He didn't want to hurt anyone, not after seeing what he did to Snape.
But he didn't have to hurt anyone, they said, and they'd let him live.
When he staggered through the door of the flat he shared with Remus, he fell into Remus' arms and gasped at the way the fabric of his sleeve scraped against his raw forearm where the black mark lay hidden under a Glamour. Everything else around Peter was becoming something new...well, now so was Peter.
But he could handle this. It would blow over. He could do a Glamour on himself every day for the rest of his life, and if the Death Eaters won, he was still safe. And if Voldemort could make an exception for Snape...
Peter nuzzled Remus' neck, hoping he could do the same for Remus, if it came to that.
"What happened?!" Remus gasped, pulled Peter close.
"Death Eaters," he said. "I got cornered."
"Oh my God!" Remus' arms tightened around Peter, and he guided Peter to their couch. Peter let him, grateful for it, as his head was still spinning a little. "We have to tell Dumbledore."
"No!" Peter said quickly, and when Remus looked concerned, Peter softened his tone, his gaze going sad. "It's embarrassing," he whispered, and it was, but not for the reasons he hoped Remus would think he meant.
"What if they come after you again?" Remus asked, "What if--?"
"We'll tell him if that happens, all right? Remus, please," he begged, "please, just stay with me. I'm... please." He gave Remus a little tug and Remus complied and wrapped his arms around Peter where they sat, then a moment later pulled back.
"I need to get you ice," he whispered, and touched the bruise on Peter's forehead. Peter winced and Remus drew his hand back quickly, murmuring an apology before heading to the kitchen.
Peter had fallen and smashed his head when the Legilimens had been lifted, and he'd forgotten until just then. He was numb now, but maybe that was why his head was still so foggy. When Remus came back and pressed the ice to his head, Peter made a face, but gripped one of Remus' hands in his own, partly for comfort and partly so he had some leverage if Remus decided to change his mind.
"Peter..."
And there it was.
"I know," Peter whispered. "I just need you, Moony. They don't know where we live. They didn't follow me."
"You don't know what they can do!" Remus counter urgently.
Somehow, Peter had a feeling he would soon enough. But he didn't have to hurt anyone, he reminded himself numbly. And no matter what Remus thought, they wouldn't be coming for Peter again tonight. "I'm part of the Order, too, you know!" he said. "I know as well as any of the rest of you!"
Remus frowned, but Peter knew Remus would think Peter thought Remus was underestimating him.
"I'm sorry," Remus amended, and Peter pulled him close to kiss him. Remus returned it, awkwardly pressing the ice to Peter's forehead still, and Peter slid his fingers into Remus' shirt through the button holes. Remus gasped at that and pulled away, frowning. "You can't be serious."
Peter looked at Remus and blinked, then dropped his eyes. He hadn't really been intending anything, but he wasn't really hurting. He wasn't really feeling anything, and he almost thought kissing Remus some more... and then some, might make him feel a little better. He nodded, and Remus let out an exasperated sigh. "Please, Remus," he asked.
"Peter, I'm sitting here holding ice to your head. You're hurt. We should be telling the Ord--"
Peter kissed him again. It might make him feel better and distract Remus from going to Dumbledore. This time Peter clung to Remus' shirt so he couldn't pull away and deepened the kiss, drawing his tongue along Remus' until the tight lines of Remus' body started to relax. Eventually, Remus let the ice slip between then, and Peter gasped when it landed in his lap.
"Peter," Remus whispered, and there was still a hint of protest in Remus' words. Peter pulled open the bag of ice, then popped a cube in his mouth before kissing Remus again. This time Remus gasped and moaned and curled his fingers into Peter's thighs. They passed the ice between their mouths a moment, until it got too cold, and Peter crushed it in his teeth and swallowed, promptly moving his lips to Remus' neck.
"Oh! Cold!" Remus whimpered, and Peter chuckled a little and parted Remus' shirt. It struck him then that he'd just laughed. He didn't think he should be laughing right now. Not with that thing on his arm. He probably shouldn't be doing this at all, but it made him laugh. It made him feel a little better. Things could be okay.
Peter pressed Remus back into the couch and straddled him, pulling another cube of ice from the baggy and drawing it down Remus' chest. Remus squirmed and made that face he always did, that gorgeous one he made when something was toeing that line between pleasure and discomfort. "Moony," Peter whispered. I'm not what I was in that alley with you, he thought, drawing the ice around one of Remus' nipples, then down to his navel, dipping it inside.
Once it trailed back to the other nipple, and Remus was writhing and panting under him, Peter pulled Remus' trousers open. Remus' eyes flew open. "Pete, no," he whispered, but Peter grinned and sucked the ice into his mouth, then slid down Remus' body. He had to stop himself here, from asking if Remus had ever done this with Snape. Remus had finally gotten angry with him over that. But since he'd stopped asking, Peter thought he was starting to tell when something was new to Remus.
By the expression on Remus' face, this was new.
The ice melted on Peter's tongue and he dipped down and took Remus' cock in his mouth, and Remus cried out. "Fuck! Pete! Pete, please, cold!" Remus' fingers were fisted tight in Peter's hair anyway, and they weren't pushing Peter away. In fact, Peter wasn't sure he'd ever made Remus shout like that with just a suck job before. Peter sucked until his mouth grew warm again, and then he popped another ice cube in his mouth, keeping Remus occupied with his hand as he waited until his mouth was cold again to close his lips over Remus once more.
Before long, Remus was gasping for breath, and Peter eventually let the chill on his tongue fade for good, warming until the prick in his mouth felt blazing hot by comparison, which was when Remus shouted his name and came.
Peter still sputtered, but he was getting better at that. Much of Remus' come dripped out of his mouth when he pulled away, though, and he drew his wand to do a quick Scourgify.
Peter rested his head on Remus' thigh, and reclosed the baggy, settling what was left of the ice back on his bruise. Remus cracked an eye open and made a pained face, then whimpered. "Oh, dear Merlin, I'm the worst boyfriend ever."
Peter lifted his head and looked at Remus curiously, pushing aside the thought that that was incredibly ironic given the events of this afternoon. After a moment, he laughed lightly. "What d'you mean?"
"You get attacked and I just let you..."
Peter rolled his eyes and climbed up next to him again, wrapping his arms around Remus. "Don't be stupid," he whispered, even as Remus shifted to cradle him and resume the duty of holding the bag against his forehead again.
Part 20