Helium Raven (severity_softly) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-25 22:58:00 |
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LMOM: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 23/29 (Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus)
Title: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 23/29 (I hope)
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing (this part): Unrequited Remus/Dwayne, Remus/Frank, brief mention of Remus/Daisy (Spaced fandom)
Fandoms: Harry Potter/Little Miss Sunshine
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: mentioned: bukkake, orgies, double penetration, paddling/whips, D/s, collaring, cross-dressing, trannies, golden showers, object insertion
Overall warnings: Angst
Challenge: LMOM '08, day twenty-five
Word Count: 2800-ish
Notes: I realise the timeline in LMS canon is very jumbled up here, with Dwayne in school but not talking after enough time has passed for Frank's wounds to have healed. Just let me fudge it, I was writing fast. :P This part is set sometime in the mid-late 80's. Going to be taking some major leaps in time here in the next few chapters. Stick with me! :D Thanks so so much to innerslytherin for the beta-reading!
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The night Remus spent with Spencer left him feeling better than he had the entire year since leaving England. Still, he resisted going back to the club at first. He Apparated home at Christmas for a decidedly stilted Christmas dinner with his father, and he realised, in retrospect, that he probably ought to have told his father he was leaving England. His dad was just as alone now as Remus was, but they'd not been particularly close since Remus had been bitten. He didn't know how to help his father, and his father certainly didn't know how to help him.
After the meal ended in thinly veiled insults from both of sides of the table, Remus left his father's house and slipped into the first club he came upon. He spent Christmas night with a woman named Daisy who talked too much and was mediocre in bed, but helped Remus forget, none the less. That was until he rolled onto his back after they were done and she wanted to cuddle and talk about her feelings.
Remus had sworn off women when he was fifteen. He did so again after Christmas of 1982.
When he returned to New York the following week, Remus immersed himself in the clubs again. Eventually inns became too expensive and he started risking taking men home or going home with the men he'd pick up. After a while, the New York gay club scene had become so normal to him, he hardly noticed the trannies and men in leather. On more than one occasion, he woke up with a miserable hangover and lipstick on his clothes, even when he'd known there'd been a cock in his arse the night before.
This wasn't the life he was supposed to be leading. He wasn't supposed to be spending late nights in dirty back rooms with multiple men coming on him, or getting shoved against walls in flats of men whose name he didn't know, or taking two cocks up his arse while sucking a third, or learning how to properly use a paddle and whip. He'd been collared and had licked the boots of men with dark hair, pale skin, and caustic tongues and tried not to wonder what Severus was doing, and every time he sucked off a sweet-faced boy with a little extra around his middle, he violently shoved away the memory of the man he used to be with Peter.
It was lucky being a Wizard. When gay men started dying around him of something that couldn't be stopped, Remus knew he was safe--though after several years passed and people began to recognise him, they became a little leery of what Lupin might be carrying around with him. Still, the little English bloke that could suck two cocks at once while letting a third man stick the neck of a wine bottle up his arse was almost too much of a novelty to resist. They seemed to think all English men should be uptight, and maybe Remus really should have been, but he didn't much care for the way things should have been anymore.
It was also lucky being a Wizard when things got out of hand, when certain men decided start knocking on his door late at night after what Remus had thought was a one night thing. Most of them were one night things, but some people had a harder time accepting that. Or maybe they'd just never been with someone who would let them piss on them and wanted to give it another go.
Remus was starting to grow tired of the furtive Obliviates as the years dragged on. When he wasn't losing himself in getting fucked until he couldn't walk right, he felt ten years older than he should. Finally, on a hot August night, things got too out of hand when a bar fight in a seedy neighborhood broke out around him and landed him in a Muggle hospital. He spent several days there, and when he was finally released, he started looking for an out from the life he'd created around himself.
It was amazing his psychological evaluations were still coming off clean, but he always had been good at faking normalcy. His good record got him a teaching job at a Muggle High School in New Mexico. It was hot and dry and nothing like New York, and Remus spent the first month pacing his flat because he couldn't sit still. After years of always going, it was hard to stop.
He eventually caved in and found a gay club in the city, but it wasn't nearly as fast-paced as the ones he was used to. He resigned himself to an occasion suck job in a club bathroom, or a fuck in the back of someone's truck. After a while, he found you just had to know where to look for sex, but even then no one wanted to piss on him, or call him names, and if there were any cross-dressers or trannies around, Remus certainly didn't know where to find them. He wasn't inclined to ask, either.
So he settled into this more subdued life and tried to tell himself that it was better for him, rather than boring, and that it was good to have time to think, even when he didn't want to. It went fine until a student of his brought everything crashing down around him again.
Dwayne (he found out the boy's name later) looked so much like Peter it hurt. Aside from the dyed black hair and the slim physique, that was. The first time Remus walked past him on the school campus, he thought his heart stopped. Then he'd stopped dead in his tracks to turn and stare. Dwayne saw it, and turned around too, then darted a glance to each side of him before flipping Remus the bird. Remus clenched his jaw to keep it from falling right bloody open, then darted a few furtive glances around himself too before sticking two fingers up at Dwayne in return.
Most American teenagers would just think their daft Brit teacher was fucking up a peace sign, but Dwayne's eyes danced with mild amusement for the briefest of moments. Then the look slid off and he turned and walked away. It was almost painful to watch, and over the following weeks, Remus found himself eating lunch out in the quad where he might catch glimpses of the boy, instead of in his office, and taking a different way out of the campus in the afternoons because he knew Dwayne left that way.
It was stupid. He knew it was. He was at least ten years older than the boy. He could get himself fired, or worse, sent to Muggle jail. Sure, he could just Apparate away, but he had a feeling the Ministry of Magic would have a bit to say about a werewolf taking advantage of kids. Still, he couldn't help himself, and on more than one occasion, he found Dwayne catching his gaze. It was always the same expression that Dwayne wore too. He'd roll his eyes and look away, then hurry off wherever he was going.
Until the day that Dwayne actually screwed up his face in determination and walked up to Remus. Remus swallowed his heart when it tried to jump out of his chest.
For a moment Dwayne just stared at him - in fact, he did this long enough that Remus started to look around them to see if anyone was watching before clearing his throat. "Yes?"
Dwayne sighed, then shifted his bag and produced a pen and notepad from his bag. He scribbled something on it and them held it up for Remus to read.
I'm fifteen.
Remus blinked. Dwayne took the pad back, made two scratches on it, and then held it back up. The word "fifteen" was underlined twice.
"Ah," Remus started, then cleared his throat again. "Don't you speak?"
Dwayne looked off to his right irritably, as though the question were one he'd suffered through too many times to count, then flipped a page in his notebook and started scribbling again. He held it back up for Remus to read.
My uncle likes to fuck his students too.
Remus' jaw dropped, and he pushed off the stone bench he had been sitting on. "What?!" he said. "This is-- what do you--"
Dwayne rolled his eyes and gave Remus a look that shut hum up, and then just turned around and walked away.
Remus stopped putting himself where he knew Dwayne would be after that, except that he had found an Apparition point that was closer if he left the same way Dwayne did. Still, even when he wanted to look, he forced his eyes to the ground. It was bad enough that he indulged the fantasy of sleeping with a teenager, he didn't need that teenager to go off and do anything stupid. Of course, as teenagers were wont to do, Dwayne did anyway.
Remus was leaving school one afternoon and found himself stopped dead in his tracks. Dwayne stepped in front of him and held up his hand, then stepped aside to reveal he wasn't alone. Remus' heart thudded in his chest at the sight of the older man Dwayne was with, wondering if Dwayne had turned him in. Dwayne just gestured between the two of them, then stared at Remus, expressionless, before walking away and leaving both men standing there.
"Ah, hello," Remus said.
"You're English," the other man said, brightening.
"How astute," Remus said, not unkindly, but really, he got that a lot.
"Oh, ah, sorry. I wasn't expecting one of Dwayne's teachers to be-- nevermind."
Remus bit his lip and raised his eyebrows, then shifted on his feet again, wondering what he was supposed to be meeting this man for, but then the other man put out his hand. "I'm Frank. I'm Dwayne's uncle. You're Mr. Lupin?"
My uncle likes to fuck his students too, Remus thought, and turned to glower after Dwayne before remembering he'd left. He turned back and took Frank's hand. "Yes, I am. Ah, well, it's very nice to meet you," he said swallowing that Dwayne wasn't actually in one of his classes. "What can I help you with?"
Frank frowned, then glanced off where Dwayne had disappeared too. "He said you wanted to meet me," he said, once he'd turned around.
"He speaks to you?" Remus asked.
"No. No, he does not," Frank corrected, smiling a little.
Remus couldn't help but smile at that. Frank wasn't bad looking once he smiled. His nose was a bit thin and pointy, and he was probably a good ten years older than Remus. It wasn't as though Remus hadn't fucked and been fucked by older men before though. Remus didn't normally like beards, but it sort of worked for Frank. "Good, then it's not just me," Remus said. "Look, I think I know what this is about. Coffee?"
Frank looked a bit confused at first, but then he glanced over his shoulder once more and shook his head. "He just set me up with one of his teachers, that little shit," he breathed, then looked back at Remus with a brand new smile, and an appraising look in his eyes that hadn't been there before. He hesitated, and then finally said, "Sure. Why not?"
It wasn't until after they were seated at the cafe that Remus noticed the deep red scars that ran up Franks wrists, or the slightly sad look his eyes had when he wasn't paying attention. They chatted about teaching and Proust, and Remus guiltily admitted he'd not read Proust's writing.
"It's all right. No one has, really," Frank replied.
"You have. America's preeminent Proust scholar, right?" Remus said, smiling.
Frank smiled and took a sip of his tea. "Right." He glanced out the window again. "You really don't have to do this just because of Dwayne."
Remus frowned. "I'm not. I'm doing it because you have nice eyes," he said bluntly, and Frank glanced back at him quickly. "You ought to smile more," Remus added.
Frank frowned for a moment in thought, then smiled slowly. "Thank you," he said, and nodded a little.
Remus could tell he didn't quite believe him. He wanted to ask what had happened to Frank to cause him to be this way. The man was charming, if awkward He was attractive and quite smart. Of course, even if Frank told him, Remus knew he couldn't do anything to help Frank. Remus had been filling the emptiness he felt in his life with sex and alcohol. He was in no position to give advice or help. He tried to ignore the scars on Frank's wrists again.
"Would you like to come to my flat for drinks?" he asked. That might make them both feel better.
Frank actually looked surprised this time. He coughed and gave Remus another appraising look, then his smile grew wider. Remus beamed at him in return.
"All right," Frank said, then nodded and flagged down someone for their check. He paid and then he and Remus started out of the cafe. "How do you get around in Albuquerque without a car?"
Remus' lips twitched as he slid into the passenger seat of Frank's car, but he didn't answer. He was mentally going over in his head whether or not he had cleaned up all the evidence of his previous night's guest or not.
Once they arrived, Remus poured himself and Frank a drink and settled on his sofa with Frank, drawing his knees up on the couch so that he was facing Frank. He gazed at the other man for a long moment, tracing the lines of his face and neck, and Frank looked back, seeming a little sad again. After a moment, Remus couldn't stop himself. He took a sip of his whiskey and set the glass down, then curled his hand around Franks wrist.
Frank's eyes fluttered shut. "I don't want a pity fuck."
Remus' lips curled and he moved to slide into Frank's lap. Frank didn't open his eyes. Remus sifted his fingers through Frank's fringe, pushing it off his face to kiss Frank's forehead. "That's not what this is," he said. It wasn't, really. It was something he thought they both could use. He cupped Frank's face in his hands and kissed his mouth, liking the thick beard that scraped his lips. He didn't move until Frank responded a few moments later, making a little noise of need in his throat.
Remus stroked his fingers down Frank's face and neck, them brushed the backs of his hands down the front of Frank's chest. Frank's hands were much less subtle and moved to squeeze Remus' arse a moment later. Remus laughed softly and licked his lips. "All right," he whispered, and tugged at Frank's shirt until Frank lifted his arms and let it come off. Frank pulled Remus' off as well and then stood, picking Remus up with him.
Remus wrapped his arms around Frank's shoulders and his legs around Frank's hips and clung to him. He was surprised by the powerful gesture, but enjoyed it nonetheless. None of Remus' other fucks carried him to bed. The only times they ever lifted Remus was when they wanted Remus at their complete mercy. This was different, but still strong and bolder than he expected.
Frank started toward the kitchen, his beard scratching Remus' neck as he licked Remus' skin, and then Frank stopped and looked up at Remus. "Wait. Where's the bedroom?" he asked.
Remus laughed and pointed the other direction, and Frank turned around and walked Remus to the bed.
If Remus hadn't expected to be carried, he certainly hadn't expected sweet, sad-eyed Frank to be so demanding in bed. Frank drove into Remus like no one else had since he'd come to New Mexico. Remus was screaming with pleasure when Frank stilled and came.
Without much pause to catch his breath, Frank ducked down to take Remus' cock in his mouth. Remus hadn't caught his breath either - was, in fact, feeling a little dizzy. He curled his fingers against Frank's fuzzy cheek as Frank's head moved up and down over him. Remus came with enough force that he cried out again, and then sagged lifelessly against the mattress.
Oh, he might have to see Frank again. He wondered what else the other man was so talented at.
When Frank collapsed next to him, Remus turned a lazy, sated smile on him, which bloomed even more on his face at the unexpected, near-cocky expression on Frank's.
"That was brilliant," Remus murmured.
Frank's smile went slightly shy, but he just nodded and rolled onto his back. Remus closed his eyes and dropped his hand to his side to lazily stroke Frank's chest with his knuckles. After a moment, Frank closed his hand on Remus' and let it rest against his rapidly-beating heart.
"I think I owe Dwayne a book," Frank breathed. "I don't think he has The Birth of Tragedy yet."
Remus grinned and rolled over to press his face to Frank's shoulder.
Part 24