gala_apples (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} gala_apples) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pervy_werewolf,@ 2009-05-26 17:42:00 |
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| Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: gala_apples, kink: bondage, kink: d/s, remus/charlie |
lmom day twentysix
Title: Control
Rating: r
Pairing: Remus/Charlie
Wordcount: 541
Kink(s): D/s, bondage
Challenge: LMOM 2009
Summary: In the aftermath, Charlie seems to be the one with all the solutions.
Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/?? - remus' condition has always made him feel out of control - ?? makes up for it by letting remus take charge"
although it's the shortest, i think it's in my top five favourite of what i've written this month.
This is how it happens.
It's strange but true that after the war- or years of skirmishes, really- Charlie becomes everybody's sounding board. Most of those associated with the Order have at one time approached him for what to do with their life. His advice is as practical as he is, and unlike most he doesn't take offence when his advice isn't followed.
He's also a good person to vent with, silently listening or bitching along at just the right times. Remus rather fancies the second, thinking himself too old for advice.
"I just don't understand when things got so out of my control!" Remus shouts, the bottle making a clinking noise as it's slammed onto the table.
This is how it happens.
Charlie doesn't reply for a minute. Just as it's time for Remus to either get embarrassed about his outburst and slink away, or begin his all too common rant again, the Weasley speaks.
"You could control me."
Remus startles, and the next minute becomes trying to keep the jostled bottle from spilling all it's contents.
"What... what do you mean?"
"An hour each week, you can have control of me. Order whatever you like. You'll get the chance to get that control, and besides I think having orgasms will help you but you're not the type that wanks, are you?"
"I don't understand. What do you get from it?"
"Well, for starters your list comprised of too old, too poor, and too dangerous for someone my age. But you never claimed too ugly, and everyone would have laughed had you tried. Aside from that, maybe I have a thing about being controlled."
This is how it happens.
Remus takes Molly up on her offer to baby-sit. Charlie meets Remus in the wood separating the Burrow from the village. Remus orders him to strip and seems to take on a whole new light as Charlie stands before him. Remus pushes him against a tree and tells him to hold still, then licks him all over so the cool breeze picks at him and makes gooseflesh form. Remus appears to nip at him roughly, though Charlie trusts that Remus is doing it with utmost care. Bites and torn skin are not jokes when it comes to Remus.
He ties him to the tree, one thick and rough rope around him and the tree like a belt. Remus pounds into him and Charlie can scream as loud as he wants because they're in a wood.
This is how it happens.
The play gets more elaborate. Remus and Charlie both invest in muggle harnesses and restraints. It feels much nicer being buckled into something canvas or leather then just having magic bind.
Their time together lengthens. First it begins to slip past the offered hour, neither noticing the clock as Remus lashes and Charlie counts them out through clenched teeth. Then it becomes more then once a week.
Remus starts to leave noticeable traces. No longer are there rope burns to hide underneath shirts, or cane marks underneath pants. Instead there are red rings on Charlie's wrists, or chaffing on his neck where the leash rubbed.
This is how it happens.
When Teddy is two, Remus offers Charlie a collar. Charlie accepts.