westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-27 06:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, kink: oral sex, remus/severus |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 27~ August 27, 1979: Later)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: August 27, 1979: Later
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1,300
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): oral, then some good ol’ vanilla boysex
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: Remus did not know how he had managed to go from the agony and misery of Regulus to this peaceful comfort with Severus in a few short hours. The shift was making him dizzy.
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!! Anything remotely clever is probably her doing…:) 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, Apr 14, Apr 24, May 5, May 6, Jun 1, Jun 2, Jun 30, Jul 20, Jul 20: Later, Jul 22, Aug 27
Remus arrived at Severus’s door still shivering with remembered pain and the emptiness of his failure.
Severus gave him one long look from the doorway and pulled him inside without a word. In silence, he stripped off the flimsy conjured robe, and tended to Remus’s wounds, old and new, applying a healing balm that erased the pain as soon as it touched his skin.
Remus sat still under his ministrations and watched Severus quietly work, knowing he did not deserve of any of this.
When Severus was through, he draped Remus in one of the loose black house robes he used when he was brewing, and pulled him down onto the bed. Remus grabbed Severus close and nestled into the crook of his arm, his head on Severus’s bony shoulder.
He might have slept a little. When he woke, it was to the soft stroking of his hair.
He cleared his raspy throat to let Severus know he was awake.
“I found Regulus today.”
Severus shifted his weight under Remus, attempting to mask the anxiety that jolted through his body. Remus wasn’t fooled, and pulled him closer.
“Did you learn what you had hoped?” Severus asked.
Remus shook his head. “He was there when Gideon was killed, but he doesn’t know anything.”
“He hurt you.”
Remus avoided Severus’s eyes, glad he’d been practicing emptying his mind. Severus did not need to see what had happened with Regulus. Ever. “A little. I was stupid. I got myself trapped.”
"You shouldn't do that.”
Remus smiled into Severus’s shoulder. “Oh, all right. If you say so.”
“This is not humourous, Lupin.”
Remus sighed. “I know.” He propped himself up on his elbows so that he could look down at Severus, his tone serious and businesslike. “I want you to take me with you next time.”
Severus looked up at him with a curious stare. “Take you where?”
“To a meeting.” He did not break eye contact. Let Severus pry in and see just how serious he was.
Severus’s eyes closed down with that mirror sheen. “No.” He pushed Remus away and sat up on the edge of the bed, lighting a fag.
“Why not? Aren’t you lot supposed to be looking for new recruits?”
Severus looked back at Remus in horror. “No,” he said, louder.
“Severus, I’ve spent a month thinking of nothing but cold-blooded, vengeful murder. Today a man cut me and I didn’t even care. Hell, a part of me may have enjoyed it. I’m lying to all of my friends, or maybe I don’t even have any friends left. Fuck it, I’m a slathering hell beast once a month. Even Regulus could see it. What the fuck am I doing fighting against the dark? I am the dark.”
Severus glared through a plume of exhaled smoke. “No.”
“I thought you’d be happy about this.”
“No.”
Remus shook his head, confused. “You don’t want me there with you?”
Severus stood up and paced over to his old chair, crossing his legs and puffing on his cigarette. He’d bought a second chair the last week, which was sitting by the door. Remus had noticed, but not mentioned it.
“I won’t let you come.”
“I’ll follow you.”
Severus let his hard façade crack for a moment. He raised one eyebrow and smirked. “You could try.” He took a long drag.
Remus sagged back on the pillows. “Shit, Severus, what the fuck am I supposed to do? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to believe in anymore. The only thing that makes sense is being here with you.”
Severus rose and walked back towards Remus. He crawled onto the bed and straddled his hips, then leaned in and kissed him, hard.
“You don’t need any of us, you idiot. You are better than all of them combined.” He stubbed out his fag and kissed Remus again.
Remus knew this was a ridiculous lie, but he liked hearing it anyway. “You’re only saying that because I’m the only one currently sprawled in your bed.”
“Perhaps.”
They rolled together into a tangle of limbs. Severus’s warm hands spread open the robe he had draped on Remus, and he let his fingers play over Remus’s still pain-sensitive skin with a light touch. Remus writhed under him, and reached for the buttons at Severus’s collar, popping them open one by one.
“What if I told you I think the same of you,” Remus added, running his tongue through the hollow of Severus’s throat.
“I’d vomit off the edge of the bed,” Severus said.
“Well then, I won’t,” Remus replied.
“I should hope not.”
Remus eased Severus out of his robe, and then slid his fingers into his pants and pulled them down with a firm tug. He did not know how he had managed to go from the agony and misery of Regulus to this peaceful comfort with Severus in a few short hours. The shift was making him dizzy.
Remus suddenly thought of something, and he broke away from their kiss. “You know I’m horribly allergic to silver, don’t you?”
Severus peered up from Remus’s chest. “I assumed. Why?”
“I just wanted to be sure,” he said. “Not everyone knows that.”
“Idiot wolf.” Severus’s licked down Remus’s chest and belly, and then casually sucked his cock into his mouth. Remus almost let out a joyful laugh, but knowing that would only earn him a scowl, he covered his mouth with one hand to stifle the impulse and ran the other through the tangle of Severus’s long hair.
Severus worked his tongue in slow circles around the head of Remus’s cock, until the slit was weeping fluid and Remus was flailing and thrusting on the bed. Severus released his prick with a nibble, then bit his way up Remus scars, nipping at the raised flesh all the way to Remus’s chin.
Severus was in charge today, it seemed. He muttered a few charms, rose up on his knees and positioned Remus’s prick at his arse. Without a word, he sank down on him, taking him all at once, bollocks-deep.
“Oh fuck, Severus, I don't deserve this,” Remus moaned.
“Most likely not,” Severus replied with a smirk. He set up an agonizingly slow rhythm, rising all the way up and sinking back down on Remus’s prick at each thrust. His own erection had flagged, as it sometimes did when he was focused elsewhere, but he had assured Remus more than once that the sensation of being fucked was, for him, its own pleasure. Remus lay back and let him ride him as hard as he wanted.
Severus increased the pace. As they ground together, Remus’s mind slowly released everything that had been broiling up in him: Gideon, Sirius, Regulus, the last month of angry misery and alienation. It all drifted away on the slow churning sea of sensation.
Drops of sweat rolled off Severus’s nose and chin and onto Remus’s cheeks and lips. He licked at the salty drops and his eyes opened into Severus’s focused gaze. As he felt the wave of orgasm sweep up from his balls and into his cock and through his body, he howled, and pulled out and came in gooey spurts all over Severus’s arse and his own belly, letting the spasms and shivers pulse through him while Severus met his lips in a soft, deep kiss.
Gods, he wanted to fuck this man for the rest of his life.
As they rested and quieted in each other’s arms, though, a troubling thought was wending its way through Remus’s mind and would not let go. He brushed Severus’s sweaty hair out of his face and looked at him. “Severus, if you are a part of a group that you find so miserable that you don’t want me involved in any way…what does that mean about you?”
Severus stared at a point on the ceiling for a full minute, the rise and fall of his chest slowing as he caught his breath.
At last he said, “It means I’m too far in to get out.”
Remus shivered at the cold defeat in Severus's voice and couldn't think of a single thing to say in response. Instead, he cocooned his long arms and legs around him, wishing they could stay there, wrapped together, safe, until they had transformed into something new and could fly away.