mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-07 17:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: thescarletwoman, kink: dirty talk, kink: dubious consent, kink: hate sex, remus/regulus, remus/sirius |
LMoM 7: Jealousy
Title: Jealousy
Author: thescarletwoman
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Regulus; implied Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): dub-con, hate sex, dirty talk
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: ~1700
Summary: For the first time, the tables are turned on Remus.
Notes: Continuing in the same arc. Due to a meeting with a rather unusual woman, Remus finds that it's sex before the full moon that helps to ease his transformations. To Rose for the uber-speedy beta. :*
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"Lupin."
Remus freezes momentarily at the sound of his name before lowering his head and quickening his pace. He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, hoping to get out of reach and to get away. He's so close, nearly to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. True, it's a place out of bounds for fear of any of the children getting eaten by the creatures that live in the depths. For Remus, though, he's the hunter and even in human form, the animals of the forest give him a wide berth. It's as if they can sense what he is, even when not transformed.
Remus isn't sure if this is a blessing or a curse.
"Lupin."
Again, the voice rings out across the grounds. He glances back and forth between the forest and the path leading up to the school. If he runs, he might make it.
"Lupin."
Gritting his jaw, Remus takes off at a run, moving towards the school. The school bobs on the horizon and he's moving closer and closer to the greenhouses. It's a Sunday afternoon, however, and there's no one around to see him or his pursuer. With a grunt, Remus attempts to increase his speed, though his legs and chest feel as if they are on fire. He pants with the exertion until his feet are taken out from under him. Bound together and unable to move, Remus pitches forward, slamming into the dirt with only his forearms to brace himself. He skids, cheek scraped by a couple of sharp rocks and he feels a pain in his knee. Able to only move his legs a bit, he's quickly able to discern that he hasn't broken anything.
Rolling onto his back, Remus can see him drawing nearer. His heart rate speeds up and Remus swallows hard. He's forced to look up and into the face of his assailant.
"Regulus."
He crouches down in front of Remus, running a finger along his cheek. "Did you hear me calling you?"
"I chose to ignore it," Remus replies. This is only Sirius's younger brother, attempting to play with the big boys. Unable to move his legs, Remus knows he's at the mercy of Regulus right now and there's not a thing he can do about it either.
"You've always ignored me."
Remus rolls his eyes, even if that may not be the brightest move. "I have not always ignored you. I was always quite pleasant if you'll remember. Now, I refuse to have anything to do with you after you decided to get your little tattoo."
Anger flashes in Regulus' eyes. Remus can see the change in his posture, in his stance, sees the way he holds himself a little higher as if trying to show that he's above such petty insults. All Remus can see is a petulant little boy trying to curry favour in the eyes of his parents.
"You'd rather be with him wouldn't you?" Regulus hisses, drawing his body closer to Remus's.
Remus's eyes widen almost imperceptibly before he manges to get his facial expressions under control. Regulus couldn't know that, he just couldn't.
Or could he?
Regulus is moving over Remus now, legs straddling Remus' hips. Regulus rocks against him and Remus can feel the press of Regulus' arousal moving against his groin. When Remus pushes back, he tells himself that it's a bodily reaction over any real desire to rut against Regulus in the shade of the greenhouses.
"So why not me?" Regulus hisses, leaning down to worry Remus's earlobe between his teeth. Remus cries out softly when Regulus sucks it roughly into his mouth, tugging and nipping along the sensitive skin. "Close your eyes and pretend that it's him who's fucking you."
"Regulus..."
Remus feels his legs spring free of their binds but in the same instant Regulus shifts the hex to his hands, effectively pinning them above his head. The grass tickles the backs of his hand and Remus wonders why he fixates on that when Regulus is unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them half-way down his thighs. Above him, Regulus licks his lips when Remus's prick springs free of his smalls and Remus hates himself for being aroused.
"It seems as if you're not entirely opposed to the idea," Regulus says, running his fingernail just under the ridge. Remus squirms on the ground, his shoulders starting to burn kept above his head for so long. "Are you imagining it's Sirius?" Regulus asks, lowering his head, breath ghosting across his length. "Wishing it were Sirius' mouth you were about to fuck?"
Regulus lowers his lips the rest of the way, taking Remus's cock fully into his mouth. Remus has no choice but to thrust, feeling Regulus's tongue working the underside of his prick. Regulus is rough in his ministrations, using more teeth than Remus is used to and while it should hurt, Remus has never been more turned on in his life. His hips move, eagerly thrusting upwards into Regulus's waiting mouth.
He's close to the edge, close to spilling himself inside Regulus when he pulls back, leaving Remus's cock glistening with saliva in the mid-afternoon sun. A soft breeze picks up and Remus shivers with the feeling of air brushing against his wet prick.
"Wanting Sirius to fuck you?" Regulus asks, retrieving his wand and touching it to the ring of muscle at Remus's entrance. A whispered Lubricus charm and Remus feels a slickness inside his arse. "Wanting him to put his fingers inside you, spread you, then shove his cock in you? Split you in half."
Regulus's fingers thrust inside Remus, one, then two and all Remus can do is lay there. His cock aches, ready for a release being too long denied. Before Remus can say anything, Regulus is sliding into him. Instantly, Remus tenses, his entire body going as stiff as a board. Logically he knows to relax will make this easier but he cannot force his body to do so.
Regulus arranges Remus's legs upward, hooking over his shoulders while he pounds into him. He varies the angles, varies the length and speed of the thrusts. Unable to touch himself, Regulus does so instead, roughly fisting Remus's cock while he fucks him. Remus soon finds he's pushing back, beginning to find the pleasure in the pain of having something thick and long pushed inside him.
Hell, it's really not that bad come to think of it. Once he manages to relax, he can feel the waves of pleasure sweeping over him. No, it's not so bad at all. A flurry of images burst before him, a variety of new and varied positions he can try with James and Sirius and Peter. Tilting his head back, his body stiffens once more, this time as his orgasm sweeps over him.
"Sirius," Remus says, a groan partially obscuring the words.
From the way Regulus snarls, Remus knows he heard the faux pax. The thrusts become all that more rough, Regulus's hands on his hip grip hard enough to bruise. Regulus finally comes, and rolls off Remus as soon as he withdraws. The charm is gone from his wrists and Remus gingerly lowers his arms, allowing the blood to flow into his fingertips.
"You bastard," Regulus growls. "It couldn't ever just be me, could it?"
Remus shakes his head. "You said it yourself, I've always wanted your brother."
Regulus does up his trousers, glaring at Remus. The sun has moved around and they're out of the shade but Remus feels as if the temperature has dropped rapidly, such is the icy look Regulus is giving him.
"Fuck you," Regulus says, turning on his heel and stalking away from Remus.
After a moment, Remus lifts his hips and does up his trousers, carefully moving to his feet. His entire body feels like one gigantic bruise, both from the sex and also from his fall. Remus limps back to the castle, going in the opposite direction he saw Regulus walk.
Only one good thing has come of this meeting: Remus has learned having a cock in one's arse isn't necessarily such a bad thing.