Title: Close to Godliness
Author: senjy
Character(s): Draco/Remus
Rating(s): R
Chosen Kink: Infantilism
Warning(s): blowjob
Word Count: 1,500
Beta: RL destroyed me this month, so I am posting this on the fly and without it having been beta read. Apologies for any glaring mistakes (and the crap title). Corrections are welcome.

Summary: Remus has learnt to love Draco's inner brat.
A/N: Set in the Strokes of Midnight universe.
Disclaimer: All familiar characters and situations belong to JK Rowling. No profit is being made.


Waking up with the sharp smell of urine assaulting his nostrils was a very clear sign to Remus that it was going to be one of those days.

The first time it had happened had been a considerable shock, despite the fact that their relationship had never been vanilla and they had often dabbled in that direction. It had led to an awkward conversation about Draco's father, followed by an embarrassing argument about which of them actually had the problem: Draco for volunteering something he needed, or Remus for still being hung up on their age difference.

Fortunately, it had quickly resolved itself into spectacular make-up sex, and the next time it had happened Remus had played along.

It didn't occur all that often, Draco was not comfortable enough with this element of his personality for him to dare indulging it too regularly, but the more that he did the more that Remus realised he had never said a truer thing the night he and Draco had got together: Draco was a brat, and Remus loved it.

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"Whoopsie!" Draco clapped his hands over his mouth, unsuccessfully smothering his giggles at how the splash he had caused soaked the front of Remus' shirt.

Remus shook his head and gave Draco a tolerant smile. "You're supposed to be cleaning yourself, not the bathroom in general." He reached for the sponge and poured onto it some of the custom made soap Severus and Harry had gifted them with at Christmas. The fragrant scent of Jasmine mixed with the steam rising from the bath water as Remus took Draco's small hand in his own and began washing the boy's arm.

Draco was going to turn thirty this year, but as he hummed happily under his breath, now and then pushing the boat Remus had conjured about in the water, it was easy to regard him as the boy he had become for the day. His skin was still as pale as it had ever been, and covered in only the lightest hair. Remus rubbed the soapy sponge in small circles over a skinny chest, watching as pink nipples puckered up under his attention.

Draco giggled and squirmed a bit. "Tickles."

"But we need to get you cleaned up," Remus told him, running the sponge down Draco's stomach. "You got all dirty. I thought you were a big boy now, but you still wet the bed."

Wide, silver eyes lifted to gaze seriously at Remus. "Sorry," Draco apologised in a hushed voice, his cheeks as rosy as his nipples with his embarrassment. "I am a big boy," he promised. "I won't do it again."

His eyes fluttered shut as Remus began washing his genitals, and a row of neat white teeth bit down on his bottom lip.

"It's all right," Remus told him, whispering against Draco's ear. "I know you don't mean to be dirty. You can't help it, can you? You can't help being a naughty little boy who wets the bed."

"N-No," Draco stammered, leaning back against Remus' supporting arm as Remus dropped the sponge with his other hand, and wrapped his fingers around Draco's stiffening penis.

Small, pale hands fisted in the damp front of Remus' shirt and Draco twisted, hiding his face against Remus' shoulder.

"Do you want to wet yourself again?" Remus asked hoarsely, holding Draco close with one arm as he moved the other faster. "You can't help yourself, can you? You try so hard to be good, but you're just a naughty, dirty little boy who can't stop himself from wetting the bed... or making a mess in his bath."

"R-Remus!"

Remus let go of Draco's softening cock and swirled the water about. "You're going to need another bath," he observed. "Perhaps I better join you, just to make sure you don't do it again."

Draco nodded vigorously. "I don't want to be dirty."

Unfortunately, Remus wasn't much good at keeping Draco clean.

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The parlour was comfortably warm, and Remus watched as Draco rubbed sleepily at his eyes with a bunched fist. Again, Remus was struck by the duality. Draco was a grown man and, despite still looking young, he would never be mistaken for a child. However, the flushed pinkness of his cheeks, the clothes he was wearing, and the puzzle that lay discarded on the rug in front of him made it easy for Remus to treat him like a child of sorts: a special boy, who needed looking after in ways more deliciously complex than real children required.

He watched out of the corner of his eyes, still pretending to read as Draco pushed himself to his feet. For a moment, he just stood looking down at the toes of his plimsolls, socks fallen about his ankles from rushing about the manor, vest and shorts wrinkled from wrestling with Remus on the lawn. His face was screwed up in concentration, and Remus wondered just what mischief or unreasonable demand the boy would next plunge them into.

In the end, he merely sighed, and tottered over to the large leather armchair Remus was sitting in. Remus pretended not to be aware, until a tentative tug on his shirt sleeve made him look up in enquiry and smile at Draco's shy look. Laying down his book, he opened his arms and let Draco crawl onto his lap.

It was these moments that had eased Remus into accepting Draco's strange need, as they had helped him realise a need of his own. Living in Malfoy Manor, existing more off Draco's inheritance than the cursory wage his liaison job brought in, Remus sometimes felt surplus to requirements. It was reassuring and deeply satisfying to know that Draco wanted him to look after him; that his beautiful, wealthy partner was made happy by his care and attention.

"Sleepy?" he asked, smoothing the blond hair he had helped brush that morning back from Draco's youthful face. The firelight picked out the faint stubble Draco had grown since that morning, but it was not heavy enough to dispel the fantasy they were wrapped up in.

"'M not sleepy," Draco said, pouting slightly. "I'm a big boy now. I can stay up as late as I want."

"As late as I let you," Remus corrected. He finished playing with Draco's hair by tucking a strand of it behind the boy's ear, letting his fingers trail down Draco's neck before coming to rest on his chest.

"As late as I want!" Draco insisted. He tried to out-glare Remus, and then suddenly decided to change tactics, smiling as he sweetly offered, "I'll be a good boy if you let me."

Remus narrowed his eyes, though his grin was irrepressible. "How good?"

"Extremely," Draco pronounced confidently. "If you let me stay up..."

"Incorrigible brat," Remus said fondly.

"So I can stay up?"

"So... you can show me how good boys behave."

It was strange how good and bad seemed to switch throughout the day, according to whim, or just how horny they were. Draco smirked, kissed Remus clumsily on the mouth, and then slithered down onto the floor to kneel between Remus' splayed legs. Pale, fumbling hands undid the fly of Remus' trousers, and Remus rolled his hips as his growing erection was freed from the confines of his underwear.

For a moment, the eyes glinting at Remus from beneath demurely lowered eyelids revealed Draco's experience and anticipation, but in the next heartbeat those eyes had shut, leaving a picture of innocence for Remus to contemplate while hot breaths teased against his flesh.

"What should I do?" Draco asked, not in a suggestive tone, but in an uncertain one that made Remus swallow heavily.

In the early days his conscience had screamed at him at this point, had railed against instructing a 'child' in such things. However, he had met Draco's gaze mere moments before, and he wet his lips before saying, "You should lick it."

"Lick it? Like an ice cream?"

"Yes."

The first swipe of Draco's tongue made Remus gasp. Not just at the moist warmth on his flesh, but also because of the look on Draco's face, like a child's as it enjoyed the simple but infinitely satisfying pleasure of an ice cream on a hot day. He lapped at Remus' cock, turning his head this way and that; tongue chasing the imaginary trails of melted cream as they slid down; lips briefly sucking the tip of Remus' cock as though Draco had just taken a greedy mouthful of his ice instead of patiently continuing to lick. The image of it was so powerful that Remus was taken by surprise, able only to jerk in his seat and bellow at the ceiling as he suddenly came.

It took him a long moment to recover his senses, but when he lowered his head and saw the white smear at the corner of Draco's mouth and over his chin, his cock twitched again.

"You've got it all down you," Remus growled, grabbing Draco's upper arms and dragging him up over his body.

"Sorry," Draco said, rubbing at his lips with the back of his hand.

"I think you'd better have another bath."

Draco nodded, biting his lip, but able to stop the smirk.

"I don't want to be a dirty boy, do I?"



End