Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2008-04-04 13:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp fic harry/remus |
HP fic: Irresistible [Harry/Remus, adult]
Title: Irresistible
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Harry/Remus
Rating: adult
Warnings: chan (Harry is 15)
Summary: One the questions that Remus never allowed himself to ask was what James and Lily would think of this.
Note: Teenyfic, 450 words. Written for my 5-year LJ anniversary, for snegurochka_lee.
One the questions that Remus never allowed himself to ask was what James and Lily would think of this. He didn't need to ask.
Harry had, of course, been impossibly young when Remus saw him again for the first time since he been a baby, but he looked so very much like James had at his age that Remus had had to dig his nails into his palms to hold back the flood of memories of awkward adolescent fumbling and whispering. Even though the affair had after a time simmered down into friendship – James had, after all, married Lily – there was no chance that Remus could forget the first bloke who had brought him off.
Lily's eyes in Harry's face only made matters worse, because all the Marauders had been a little in love with Lily, really, including Remus, despite the fact that he'd never pulled a bird in his life and never wanted to.
Altogether he spent his year as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor carefully repressing all of his baser instincts, showing Harry only the affection he thought that an uncle or godfather might, since Sirius had forfeited that role (so Remus had thought at the time, glad to have been proven wrong in the end).
When Harry came to Grimmauld Place the next summer, though, he was fifteen, not thirteen, and although fifteen – nearly sixteen, but nearly was not yet there – fifteen was still too young, at least Remus wasn't his professor any more, and when Harry came to him one night, sneaked into his bedroom and whispered how much he wanted Remus, needed him, Remus no longer had the will to refuse.
He dared not ask, either, how long this could last, only savored the moments they had, the sweetness of Harry's body yielding to him, the quick flash of a secret smile across the table when no one else was looking.
Remus knew that it was wrong, completely wrong (Lily would have disapproved, oh yes, although James might have understood), knew their time together was finite, yet he carried on, meeting Harry in hidden corners at odd times, kissing him until Harry's lips were swollen and his eyes glazed with desire before bringing him to orgasm with hands or mouth, always making sure that Harry came first, so that if there was too little time it was Remus who walked stiff-legged back to his room to jerk himself off, Harry's name on his lips as his semen splashed thick and hot into his robes.
With enough time, though, he trembled and thrust into Harry's hand, against his smooth skin, unable to resist these precious half-hours of love and need and comfort for them both.