hpsauce (hpsauce) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-26 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: hpsauce, kink: genderfuck, remus/sirius |
LMOM#26 - Changes
Title: Changes
Author: hpsauce
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): genderfuck, femmeslash, first time
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 3261
Notes: well, i never forsaw myself ever writing graphic femmeslash - but if i had i know i would have expected it to be remus/sirius. thank you, gala_apples, for prompting me with it ;) erm, and i'm sorry for the sappiness of it and the angst and the fact that it may well be disturbing rather than hot - i gave it my best try...
Remus should have known better.
He'd been friends with Sirius Black for seven long years. It had become clear within a month that Sirius did not have the common sense God gave a gnat. It became clear after about a year that, unless Remus was there to lead him in the right direction, any adventure that started with the line 'I, Sirius Black, have the most wonderful and brilliant idea for a prank' usually ended with detention.
Therefore, one would think that now, eighteen years old and wise beyond his years, Remus would have known to steer clear of any of Sirius' brilliant ideas. Sadly, before Remus had learned anything about Sirius' awful luck, he had learned that he would do anything for Sirius' smile.
And therein lay the problem.
"There!" Sirius said with a triumphant smile (which made Remus' stomach do sommersaults) leaning back on his heels. He looked down at the cauldron with the sort of pride normally awarded to a firstborn son - strange if only because he hated potions lessons more than the thought of a detention with Snape.
"And that's it?" Remus asked, looking down at the viscous, bubbling concotion. He looked back down at the book spread out between them. It was pink, as the instructions said, and it did smell rather strongly of roses. "We just wait for it to cool."
"Nah," Sirius said, "cast a cooling charm. Prongs is getting out of detention in an hour and he and Wormtail will want it all ready by then."
Remus nodded, raised his wand and cast a cooling charm. He flicked his wand towards the cauldron, which promptly let out a hiss and splattered pink, rose-smelling potion all over the books, the nearest bed and the two startled boys.
Who promptly found themselves shifting into two startled girls.
"Fuck!" Sirius swore, his voice higher and seemingly less well suited to vulgar language. Remus laughed at him, only to have his normal, deep chuckle escape as a high, feminine giggle.
"Bugger!" he muttered. He turned towards Sirius with a mocking smile on his lips and promptly felt the smile fall away. Sirius stared back at him, a smile of his own slipping onto his face. Oh, even with the face holding it altered, Remus knew that smile.
"I'm not a girl!" he shrieked, "So don't look at me like that!"
He stood up, feeling more than a little confused and more than a little upset and more than a little like killing Sirius Black the second he could get his body back (because his mother had raised him right and he couldn't hit a girl - even if he was one himself.)
Sirius watched him rise with a look that could only be described as hungry. Remus swayed slightly, unused to the new centre of balance. He reached out one hand and Sirius grabbed it, steadying him. Sadly, he did so as he himself made to stand up and they instead ended up crashing into the floor.
Sirius' breasts, Remus pondered, made a very nice pillow. There were many things wrong with that sentance, of course, but Remus tries his best to ignore them if only to flatten the panic rising in his (suddenly ample) chest.
"Wow," Sirius muttered. He hand reached out and brushed against Remus' breast. Remus bit down on his lips as the fingers brushed against his nipple, covered only by the thin fabric of his shirt. A small sound still escaped and Remus felt his cheeks heat. He closed his eyes tightly, fighting against a wave of misery.
"Oh Moony," Sirius sighed, dropping his hand, "I'm only joking. For Merlin's sake. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want. I don't do that to girls and you're a lot more important than some Hufflepuff hussy."
Remus opened his eyes and looked into Sirius' new face. He raised a hand, brushing it against Sirius' hairless cheek. It was impossibly smooth under his fingers, as were his full lips. Sirius blinked, fluttering long, black lashes.
He raised his own hand, placing it on Remus' cheek. His thumb brushed across the skin under his eye. His other raised to brush a line down Remus' nose.
"You know," he said, "you make a very pretty girl."
Remus pulled his hand away and struggled to stand again. This time it was easier. He was able to stand tall before he stalked across to the door. He stopped before it. He couldn't go into the Common Room looking like this.
Sirius appeared to read his mind. He coughed, a light, high sound. Remus turned around. Sirius had perched on the edge of Remus' bed, legs cross neatly as if he was born to this and not forced into womanhood only minutes before.
"Moony," he said, "let's make the most of it."
"Make the most of it?" Remus asked, bordering on hysteria. He had things to do. He couldn't spend the next twenty-four hours as a girl. He had homework. "Make the most of what? I'm a girl, Padfoot, not a bloody superhero. There's nothing to make the most of."
As he spoke, Sirius stood and moved across to him. Even as a woman, his hips swaying in a way that was alien to them both, Remus recognised this as the Sirius Black swagger.
Sirius placed his hand under Remus' chin and kissed him. It was soft, Sirius' lips were full and amazingly pliant under Remus'. He opened his mouth, letting Sirius trace the line of his lips with his tongue before he pulled him nearer. Remus' chest was pressed against Sirius', the sensation almost suffocating but at the same time pleasant and comforting and intense.
Sirius' hands tangled in Remus' hair, suddenly long and curled around his shoulders.He pulled him closer with it, slipping his leg between Remus'. He pressed up, brushing against the place where Remus' cock had been, and Remus gasped into his mouth at the odd sensation.
Sirius pulled away with a sweet smile. He brushed a delicate hand across his chin below his lip, before pressing one slender finger to his lower lip, slightly puffy from the kiss. He smirked around it.
"What do you say?" he asked in that high, sweet voice.
"Wouldn't you rather have someone else?" Remus asked, fidgetting. He had dreamed of kissing Sirius for a long time. Those dream hadn't really involved breasts or long, curly hair or Sirius pressing against Remus' girly-bits - but the basic concept was the same.
And this was his one chance. Sirius wasn't queer. Remus supposed it might be better to have a lesbian encounter with his best friend than none at all.
At least this he could laugh off in the morning, blame it on stupid hormones or the thrill of seeing breasts or whatever else boys blamed when they woke up next to a strange girl.
"I want you," Sirius purred and then stilled, eyes wide. "I mean, girl you obviously...with your big breasts and your pretty eyes and your hair and your-."
"Alright," Remus said, stepping forward so that there was no more than an inch between their chests, "why not?"
Sirius kissed him again, sliding his arms around his waist and pressing his hand against the swell of Remus' arse. Remus leaned closer, wrapping his arms around Sirius and sliding his arms up his back, learning the new curves and hollows of his sides.
Sirius' hand slid under his shirt, cold against Remus' warm skin. His fingers were soft, teasing the soft flesh of Remus' wide hips before sliding up, tracing his narrow waist. They settled over Remus' breasts, cupping them in his hands. His palms brushed over Remus' nipples, making Remus gasp into the kiss.
Sirius caressed the softness of his breasts, kneading them in his hands gently. Remus leaned into his touch, brushing their hips together. It was in vain. Their hips brushed. their thighs bumped together awkwardly.
Remus distracted himself by battling with Sirius' buttons. He opened the collar of the shirt, unbuttoning it until he could see the swell of Sirius' pale flesh. He traced the line between his breasts, curving his hands under them. Sirius leaned forward, groping Remus' breast painfully hard. His fingers on his nipples were punishing and Remus whimpered, pulling away.
"Too hard," he gasped out.
"Really?" Sirius asked, "Roma seemed to like it."
"Too hard," Remus repeated. He leaned forward again, pressing his lips against Sirius. He moved his fingers down, slipping the shirt open fully. Sirius' hands retreated as he shimmied out of the shirt, letting it drop to the floor. His breasts brushed rhythmically against Remus' own with his movements. Remus brushed their lips together, eyes closed.
"You kiss like a girl," Sirius said, pulling away.
"Well," Remus said, only too pleased to point out that technically he was a girl, if only for one night. Instead, he blushed and looked down at the floor.
"You're ridiculous," Sirius muttered, fondly, "all embarassed."
Remus looked up at Sirius. He had been stunning as a boy, but as a girl he was something entirely different. There was something about the way his eyes twinkled and his lips quirked that was still Sirius, despite the finer features and beardless chin. His posture was the same, tall and proud, but the body entirely new, curvy and pale. His breasts were large, the nipples pale pink and hard.
Remus swallowed, looking away, even as Sirius laughed. He moved his hands down, unbuttoning his top quickly. He stilled for a moment, looking down at his hands, still clutching the thin, white fabric tightly. They didn't look like his hands, they were slender, softer, smaller. He only worried that his chest might still be his chest, even with the addition of breasts, scarred and bony and-
Sirius' hands clamped over his and pulled the two sides of the shirt apart, revealing Remus' own breasts. Sirius flushed, eyes like saucers. He pushed the shirt hurried from Remus' shoulders, his hands hurrying to touch every inch of Remus' torse, tickling his stomach until he squirms before returning to his breasts, brushing his fingers over the dusky nipples and tracing the curve of them against Remus' ribs.
"Fucking hell, Moony," he muttered, "we should have tried this before. They're amazing."
Remus smiled weakly as Sirius beamed up at him. His hands rested on his hips. It felt normal to do so. Sirius' hand tangled in his own for a second before brushing down, tracing the curve of Remus' hip and then moving around to follow the curve of Remus' arse. Remus shivered against him.
Sirius kissed him, sinking down to press his lips against Remus' throat, the dip between his breasts, the top of his stomach. His long hair tickled Remus' skin, making him squirm. Remus tangled his hands in his hair.
Sirius stilled before the buckle of Remus' trousers. They had slipped down, no longer held by his waist but unable to slip past his larger hips. Sirius' hands brushed against the narrow dip of his waist, teasing rather than tickling. Remus' shivered again.
Sirius reached for the buckle, fumbled clumsily with the fly, before he pushed the jeans from Remus' hips. Remus stepped out of the trousers, leaving him in only his boxers, baggy and tights in the wrong places. Remus stepped away, shaking his head.
"If you're scared," Sirius said, "we don't have to. I'm not even- what do girls even do?"
Remus wasn't sure why Sirius was asking him. Girls had always been a mystery to Remus. Now he was one and he was terrified of being naked, vulnerable, in front of someone who was both one- his best friend and two- a very pretty girl.
"I don't know," Remus said. He crossed his legs, bringing his arms up belatedly to cover his chest. He shivered, suddenly cold without Sirius' touch. He looked at Sirius' frowning face and then smiled weakly. "I suppose we could try and work it out."
Sirius smiled and Remus' stomach did a sommersault and he smiled back. Sirius slipped his own trousers from his hips quickly, stepping out of them. He was wearing briefs that looked even more ridiculous without their normal filling. Remus tried his best to ignored the bunched fabric at the front as Sirius stepped forward.
Sirius' hands brushed the bare skin of Remus' thigh, his fingers smooth and his touch soothing. It made Remus quiver, a strange heat pooling at the bottom of his stomach. Sirius brushed his fingers forward, rubbing along to the inside of Remus' thigh. He teased him with his fingers, warm and feathery on the inside of his thigh, tracing up and sliding under the hem of his boxers getting closer to- to- and then sliding away again, tickling against the soft, pale skin.
Remus whimpered, leaning forward. He wanted to touch Sirius too, feel the pale skin of his thighs with his fingers and taste it with his tongue, feel the brush of skin against skin.
Sirius' fingers traced up again, tracing a line along Remus' thigh where it met his hip and down between his thighs. Remus shuddered as Sirius' fingers traced a line there, the skin sensitive to his touch, seeming to flare at the brush of Sirius' skin against him.
Remus choked on a cry, biting down on his lip so much that it hurt. His hips twitched and Sirius laughed. His fingers lingered for a moment as the other hand traced up, curling in the waist of Remus' boxers.
Remus did not wait for Sirius to ask. He nodded, biting back a moan. Sirius pulled the boxers down, his hands stroking Remus' calves as he directed him by touch to step out of them.
Remus shivered in the cool of the room, curling his toes against the stone floor in embarassment. He'd never even seen a woman naked before. Now it seemed the first naked woman he would ever see would be himself. He looked down through narrowed eyes, ready to squeeze them shut again if it was too horrific.
He was fine. Sirius beamed up at him, hands resting on Remus' thighs, just below his hips. His fingers brushed them again before he reached one hand between Remus' thighs again, once again stroking slowly against the skin there. The feeling was intense, Remus trembled, closing his eyes. His breath came in shallow gasps.
Sirius' fingers brushed a point between Remus' legs and Remus moaned, eyes flying open. He bit down on his lip painfully, trying to stop his cry. Sirius smirked up at him, brushing against the same spot again. Remus' whole body quivered, his body alive with tension. He closed his eyes, turning his face up towards the ceiling. Sirius' other hand left his hip.
Remus squeaked as a Sirius fingers pressed into him, brushing against the lips before sliding inside. He shuddered, tense, as Sirius moved them. His other hand continued to caress that spot that made Remus groan. He thrust his fingers in a strong, quickening rhythm. The tips brushed against the walls inside, sending shocks of sensation that made Remus' thighs twitch and his breath come in shallower gasps. His touch was hard against Remus' clit, his fingers thrusting with a punishing rhythm into Remus' body. Remus squeezed his eyes shut, feeling as if his body was throbbing with magic. A gasp escaped followed by a whimper and he twitched, his whole body tightening.
"What's it like?" Sirius asked. Remus closed his eyes, panting as his knees buckled. Sirius clung to him, small hands digging into his shoulders, breasts against his side, knees against the back of his thighs.
"I-," Remus muttered, "good."
Sirius laughed, a high, feminine giggle that didn't quite hide the mockery underlying it. He took Remus' hand and slid it between his own thighs. The flesh there was warm and slick. Remus bit his lip, looking up at Sirius' sparkling eyes.
"I don't-," he stuttered because before that day he'd never even entertained the thought of seeing a girl naked and now Sirius was there, thighs spread and waiting and a girl and he wished that he hadn't turned down Alice Macmillan's proposition because he knew he was going to fuck this up.
"Breathe, Moony," Sirius said, soft hands on his narrow shoulders, stroking the silky skin where his slender neck ended. His lips twitched into a smile. "You've never been with a girl?" he asked.
"I-," Remus stuttered, "I can't because of my-!" It wasn't a lie, exactly. There were a million and one things he couldn't do because of his curse. He supposed having a girlfriend would probably have been included if he had ever shown an interest.
Sirius hushed him with a touch of lips against his own. One of his hand clutched Remus' wrist tightly, squeezing gently. His fingers brushed the inside of his arm.
"I know," he said and Remus swallowed and nodded, closing his eyes. "Just-."
Remus grazed his fingers between the folds, tickling the skin with twitching fingertips. Sirius quivered against him. His fingers searched, brushing against wet flesh until his fingers pressed against something small and raised and hard.
Sirius moaned, leaning his head forward to lay against Remus' shoulder. His thighs stiffened on either side of Remus' arm, urging his hand onwards.
Remus stroked his fingers against it again, feeling the rush of Sirius' hot air against his shoulder, the tickle of his long hair against his bust. Remus raised his other hand, meaning to steady Sirius' shoulder, but instead it slipped to his breast.
He cupped it in his hand, allowing his thumb to brush over Sirius' nipple as his fingers traced around the raised bump between Sirius' thighs. Sirius groaned against him, loud and low, sounding almost himself again. Remus repeated the movement, closing his eyes, imagining different circumstances.
He brushed his fingers backwards, stroking once more, light and teasing. Sirius whimpers, pressing his dark head into Remus' shoulder and touching his soft lips to the pale skin there. Remus' fingers traced back, the flesh becoming wetter and slicker against his fingers. He pushed a finger into Sirius, accompanying it with a rough tease of his fingers against Sirius' hard nipple.
Sirius drew him closer, hands strong against his back. Remus teased the edge of Sirius'- Sirius' cunt- with his fingers before sliding in further. He pressed in another finger, feeling Sirius wet and hot around him. He closed his eyes, leaning forward to press his lips against Sirius' breast.
His tongue swept across Sirius' nipple, cool and hard and pink against his mouth. He pressed his lips around it, breathing hot and wet against it. Sirius whimpered. Remus crook his fingers, taking Sirius' nipple into his mouth. He sucked at it, the skin milky and slightly salty against his tongue.
Sirius groaned against his neck, body shivering as Remus' fingers thrust in and out of him, his lips tight and hot and damp against Sirius' breast. Sirius squeezed around Remus' fingers, quivering against him. His lips traced over the soft skin of Remus' neck, unintelligable sounds escaping him, high and shaky.
He fall against Remus' chest, their lips pressed together one last time. Their breath came in excited pants, tired and boneless against each other. Sirius' fingers soothed him and Remus' brushed his hand against Sirius' back.
"Moony, you dark horse," Sirius sighed against his neck, his tone so entirely Sirius that Remus stiffened, afraid. "I always-."
"What?" Remus asked, sliding back.
"Well," Sirius muttered, "I always thought you were kinda queer."