westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-05 06:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, kink: non-con, remus/?, remus/severus, remus/sirius |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 5~ February 9, 1979)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: February 9, 1979
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1200
Pairing: Remus/anonymous stranger, past Remus/Sirius, Remus/Severus (overall fic will be Remus/Severus with several other pairings included)
Kink(s): non-con (attempted, not them)
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Summary: 1979: One of the worst years of Remus's life. Also, one of the best.
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!! Not only that, she is veritable font of ideas! 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
Remus waited for a few days and then sent an owl off to Severus with this message:
Meet me. Friday. Nine o'clock. The King and Bishop. Downstairs. RL
He spent the remainder of the week thinking about the stew he knew Severus would be in deciding whether or not to make the rendezvous.
On Friday night, he put on his old jeans, unfashionably flared now that the styles had changed, and his dark khaki green bomber jacket and headed to The King and Bishop. On street level, The King and Bishop was a respectable looking pub off a side alley in Soho. Hidden downstairs in the pub, however, was a loud, dark club catering to gay wizards who were connected enough to discover its existence. The place had a seedy and desperate air, the eyes of every man in the place both searching and guarded, the music and the alcohol thinly masking their collective fear of discovery. Remus leaned against the club’s dark wall, taking in the scene, blood pulsing to the beat of Bowie's "Breaking Glass", waiting to see if Severus would show. His relaxed posture belied the utter agony of anticipation flooding his body. He was too distracted watching the crowd to notice that someone else had slid up next to him.
“James and I were just talking about where you had got to lately, you wanker,” said a voice at his shoulder moments before a warm hand slid around the back of his neck and soft lips brushed his ear. “Haven’t seen you since New Year’s.”
Bollocks and Shite. Sirius.
Remus turned to his friend. “Padfoot. You tosser. I’ve been busy. Got a job.”
Sirius leaned up against the wall next to Remus, his shoulder pressing in close. “Well, you need to set your priorities straight. Mates first, then bloody jobs.” He lit up a cigarette.
Easy for him to say, thought Remus, with his inheritance and his full vault at Gringott’s. Out loud he said, “Yeah, I suppose.”
“How’s life with Gideon? He still banging Meadowes?“ Sirius asked.
Remus kept his eyes on the crowd, searching for Severus. “Yeah, he’s under the thumb. Give me a drag.”
As he passed the fag to Remus, Sirius asked, “Who are you banging, then?” with a smirk and pressed his hand to Remus’s crotch, which gave an involuntary lurch. “Or is that why you are here?”
Fucking Sirius. He had been so many things to Remus. First friend, first crush, first kiss, first wank, first fuck. First heartbreak. First boyfriend with commitment issues. First cheating. First chance at forgiveness. And the first one to help him laugh at all of it.
Somehow, they’d made it through all of that shite at school, and still come out of it as best mates.
Fucking Sirius.
Remus took a drag and looked at his watch. It was almost eleven.
“I think I’ve been stood up,” he told Sirius.
Sirius put on a glorious pout and said, “Poor Moony.” He grabbed his cigarette back and stubbed it out against the wall, then pulled on Remus’s arm. “Fuck whatever stupid git didn’t show. He’s a moron. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. There’s a room full of cock for us to conquer right here. Let’s dance.”
In his red drainpipe trews and mesh shirt, Sirius was on the dance floor exactly four seconds before he had been pulled away into a full body grind by a two tall wizards whose sweat-slicked torsos made Remus squirm. He gave Sirius a wave and made his way to a less crowded corner of the dance floor, and lost himself to the music, the drinks he had sipped while waiting for Severus catching up with him all at once. The room was hot and throbbing with energy and he let himself close his eyes and simply move.
A body sidled up behind him and boldly grabbed his arse. An unfamiliar, boozy voice said in his ear, “You’re quite a package, sweetie.” The body eased closer, and a hard cock pressed against Remus’s hip.
Remus had never been tempted by anonymous sex, but the hours of anticipating Severus’s non-arrival, and Sirius’s sudden appearance, and the mood and the music and the booze…Remus turned around to face the stranger behind him, pressing his thigh between the man’s legs and grinding to the music.
The other wizard was broad and dark-haired and older, a heavy moustache disguising his upper lip. He was not Remus’s type at all, but if he didn’t look at the man’s face, he could imagine a different dark-haired man in his place, and that thought made his cock throb. He let the man guide him into a dark corner and continue his ungraceful grinding. The man’s hands grappled at his own trousers, and then he grabbed Remus’s hand and forced his hot prick into Remus’s palm and with his other hand pressed hard on Remus’s head, trying to force him to kneel.
And then Remus did not want to be there anymore.
“I…don’t…” Remus sputtered, resisting the heavy pressure of the man’s hand on his shoulder. Then everything happened very fast. He felt the brush of magic and he could no longer speak and his knees gave way and the man’s angry cock was shoved against his face. He struggled against the magic binding him down, but he couldn’t, and his mouth was being forced open…
He heard two things simultaneously: a shout of “Remus!” and a deep, booming, voice incanting, “Sectumsempra!” and then the man in front of him collapsed to the ground, bleeding from a nasty gash on his head.
The buzz of voices died down, and all eyes in the room were focused on the little tableau in the corner. The man’s binding spells had broken when he collapsed, and Remus looked up to see to whom he owed his thanks.
Severus was standing like a Fury, fire blazing from his black eyes, wand still held towards the man now cowering in pain on the sticky floor of the club. Dangerous.
Standing next to him, mouth agape, was Sirius.
Severus looked from Remus to Sirius, then back to Remus, and then turned on his heel (the heel of his gorgeous black boots, boots he would wear to impress, Remus noted somewhere in his muddled brain) and strode out of the club through the stunned crowd without saying a word.
Sirius darted to Remus’s side and knelt down. “What the bloody fuck was that about, Moony? Are you all right?” Remus nodded slowly. He was cold and shaking. Three bouncers had surrounded the moustached man and were dragging him to the door.
“Yeah. He stopped him before...” Remus shuddered. He wanted to run after Severus, and hold on to him tight, but he did not think he could move.
“What the fuck?” Sirius repeated, running his hands through his long hair. "This place is a real shithole."
“Can we get out of here?” Remus asked.
Sirius helped him to his feet. “Yeah.”
As they walked to the door through a sea of questioning eyes, Sirius added, “I wonder how Snivellus bloody Snape knows about The King and Bishop? If that creepy little runt is queer, I’ll cut off my left nut.”
Remus was too shaky to respond. He leaned against Sirius when it suddenly struck him.
Severus had come to meet him.
Against all odds, he smiled.