LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #10 [Remus/Sirius, NC-17] Title:Scentillation (Revisited) #10: Loup Garou Author:pre_raphaelite1 Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Remus/Fenrir, Remus/Others Rating: NC-17 Kink(s): biting, dubcon, watersports/golden shower Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 675 Notes: All subtitles and summaries are names and descriptions of perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and therefore belong to the BPAL powers that be. I'm merely fangirling them with Remus/Sirius pron. And HP belongs to JKR, of course. Click on the pervy_werewolf tag of my username for previous entries. Today's Scent Description/Summary: The wild, untamed essence of lycanthropy. Primeval in its raw power and insatiable hunger: juniper, cypress and galangal with the barest touch of eucalyptus.
Scentillation(Revisited) #10: Loup Garou
“Where the hell were you, Moony?”
He stood inside an old farm house, light flickering in sickly yellow streaks over a peeling laminate floor that some hopeful owner had laid out over the damaged wood- some hopeful owner who was probably nothing but rot and decay now.
Remus sighed as he cautiously shrugged out of his coat. “You know I can't tell you that, Sirius.”
He grimaced as a thick cock was shoved into his mouth, forced down his throat, filling his head with the scent of old sweat, unwashed grime, and things he didn't even want to think about but couldn't keep himself from.
“Fuck Dumbledore!” The air practically crackled around Sirius as he gesticulated sharply.
The hand flew toward his stomach, and he didn't lift his hands up to defend himself, just kept them curled tightly at his side as it made impact and he dropped, breathless, to the ground.
Remus bowed his head slightly as he hung up his coat. It stayed for a moment then slid off the hook and landed on the floor.
His shirt lay in tatters on the ground, sheered off by dirty claws that were more animal than human and perhaps more dirt and old blood than either.
Normally fastidious, particularly with his clothes, Remus couldn't bring himself to care enough right now to bend over to pick it up. “No thank you, Padfoot. Right now all I want is a hot shower.”
He closed eyes and mouth against the hot spray of urine that was directed at his head, but he tipped his head back once it began to stream down over his chest, shuddering as it soaked his exposed throat.
“No! You're going to tell me what the fuck you were doing!” Sirius grabbed Remus' arm as he tried to move toward the bathroom.
His arms were wrenched behind his back, pulled back sharper and sharper until his body bowed and he was sure his shoulders would dislocate or be torn completely off.
“Let go of me right now, Sirius,” Remus growled as he took a hold of Sirius' wrist and squeezed it. It was enough- something was enough for Sirius' hand to release almost instantly, for Sirius to take a step back away from him.
He didn't pull away when those fingers went to his arse, when they pushed their way into his dry hole, but he knew to give a whimper of pain, let it escape through a tightly clenched jaw.
Sirius' expression shifted from anger into suspicion then into concern before he finally spoke, “You're bleeding, Moony.”
His whole body jerked as those foul teeth once more sunk into his flesh, a shout ripping from his mouth as they pierced his skin and held him in animal control as he was fucked.
Sighing, Remus lifted his hand up to the side of his neck, his fingers touch the warm slick of blood welling up from it.
When Fenrir pulled out of him, he could feel the come oozing out of his arse, stinging the torn skin as it dripped down his thighs.
“Then let me by, Sirius, so I don't bleed all over my shirt and the carpet,” Remus said before stepping forward and past Sirius who looked .
He shouldn't have been surprised when then next cock slammed into place, but it startled another cry from him; he was, afterall,--
“That fucking bastard,” Sirius breathed out as he followed Remus into the bathroom, “If we get through this, I'm going to fucking kill Dumbledore.”
Remus' mouth twisted as he found a cloth to hold to his neck, “We'll both do it. Together.”
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