LMOM #21: Recovery [Remus alone, NC-17] Title: Recovery Rating: NC-17 Word Count:625 Pairing: Remus alone (Remus/Monkey, Remus/Severus fantasies) Kinks: oral sex, bestiality, dream sex, wanking (sort of) Challenge: Lusty Month of May (#21) Note: Obviously... for Monkey Day (as proclaimed by snapelike and pre_raphaelite1). I felt horrible about writing monkey sex, even if it was just dream monkey sex...
If there were one thing Remus missed about home while he was away at Hogwarts (other than his parents) it was the telly. The telly was a wonderful Muggle invention that was good for any number of things. Most importantly, it was good for keeping your mind occupied while trying to recover from changing into a bloody beast on the night of the full moons. Remus doubted most Muggles knew anything about that.
He was stretched out on the sofa, wearing nothing but pajama bottoms, staring bleary eyed at the pictures moving across the screen. His body ached, but the ache which was sharp and piercing this morning had reduced to a dull, throbbing ache. It was just enough to bother him, but not enough to complain about. He groaned and rolled over onto his side, narrowing his eyes at the telly screen. Program after program blurred into one another. His mum brought him lunch and tea and more tea. He managed to part with the sofa long enough to go to the restroom.
While he was up, he changed the channel, settling on a programme that looked like it was showing one of those nature exploration shows. Remus was rubbish at care of magical creatures, rubbish at care of creatures, really, because animals always seemed to sense what he was, but he still loved watching programmes about them. He found it fascinating.
Remus first realised something strange was going on when he realised he was in a jungle. He was watching a group of monkeys playing, grooming, mating, eating. He watched them go about their lives ignoring him, until his eyes fell on one monkey in particular. He was a bit smaller than the rest, and he sat away from the others. He had deep brown eyes and an expressive face.
Remus moved closer to him. He felt the soft ground below his feet, heard the rain drops spatter as they hit the leaves. The forest was quiet.
The monkey had a large pile of bananas beside him. Remus watched, fascinated, as the monkey peeled the banana expertly with his long fingers and in one smooth motion shoved the entire thing down his throat. Remus blinked once, twice. What the fuck? Why was that erotic?
He watched the monkey do it again. And again. His dick jumped. How the hell could it fit an entire banana down its throat? He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't help but wonder... if it could fit a banana down it's throat... couldn't it fit his dick?
And then he didn't have to wonder any longer, because his dick was down it's throat, and it was sucking him; its lips were tight around his prick, its mouth warm and inviting. Remus groaned, and then realised how very fucked up this was. It had to be a fucking dream. But then... why would his dick be in a monkey's mouth?
He tangled his fingers in the dark hair. It felt smoother, longer than it should, and Remus looked down. It wasn't a fucking monkey... it was Severus. He began to thrust into Severus' mouth roughly; Severus could barely keep up with his thrusts, and Severus was gagging on his thick prick. Severus mouth was so tight and warm and so fucking fantastic. God he was so fucking close.
Remus let out another groan and thrust against the sofa cushions filling his pants with hot, sticky come. He was sweaty, and aching, and the telly was still on that stupid nature show. He blinked blearly, wondering how long he'd drifted off, and why the fuck he'd dreamed about a monkey sucking him off.... and why that monkey had become a certain dark-haired Slytherin.