westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-11 08:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, kink: oral sex, kink: public sex, remus/sirius |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 11~ March 26, 1979)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: March 26, 1979
Rating: R
Word count: ~1000
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Sirius/OC
Kink(s): Oh just trust me, there is one. But it is a surprise. Also, brief voyeurism, public sex, and oral
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Summary: 1979: One of the worst years of Remus's life. Also, one of the best.
Today’s Episode: Remus was going to have to deal with Sirius at some stage. He just wished it wasn't at a club called Disco Fever.
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, Feb 9, Feb 20, Mar 10, Mar 24, Mar 25, Mar 25: Later
The next night, Remus agreed to meet Sirius at a Muggle dance club called Disco Fever, although the name alone was enough to make Remus doubt the wisdom of this plan. All he really wanted to do was drag Severus back to bed and never leave.
But, he was going to have to deal with Sirius at some stage, so after a short exhausting afternoon shift at the bookshop, he returned to the flat to change into his one pair of flares and the horrible polyester paisley shirt his mum had bought him for his birthday. He waved a bleak farewell to Gideon and Dorcas, who were eating take-away and watching Ask the Family through the static on their crap telly, and headed out.
Disco Fever was just as trashy and cheap as Remus feared, and worse, Sirius was nowhere in sight, just a sea of women in too much make-up, and far too many men in white trousers. He made a beeline to the bar and ordered a pint.
Remus remained crunched in the corner for the next thirty minutes, trying to appear invisible, sipping his beer and chain smoking and scanning the flashing dance floor searching for Sirius’s familiar figure.
“You alone, honey?” A tall blonde woman with perfectly feathered tresses and a flowing purple dress had sidled up next to Remus and leaned against the bar. She moved in a cloud of toxic perfume that practically made Remus gag.
“No, I’m expecting someone,” he said, turning away from her. What the fuck? Now he was being chatted up?
She pressed closer, batting her blue eyelashes. “Looks like that someone is making you wait far too long.” Her voice was reedy and overly solicitous.
“No. It’s all right,” Remus said, and dropped his eyes. Fucking Sirius “He’ll be here soon.”
“He?” she said, aggressive interest in her eyes. Bollocks. “So you won’t mind if I kept you company as well? My name’s Teresa.”
Bloody hell. What was this? After one steaming hot shag, suddenly a badly dressed werewolf was a hot commodity at Disco Fever? Where the fuck was Sirius?
“I don’t want to disappoint you, but you are not really…” he searched for the right words, “…my type.”
“Ah,” the blonde woman leaned back against the bar, an amused look on her face. “Is that so?”
“Sorry.” Remus took a long last drag on his cigarette and then stubbed it out, intending to move out of the perfume haze to a new part of the bar.
The woman grabbed his wrist with a large, strong hand. “I suspect I am just your type, little boy,” she said, and pulled his hand down between her legs. “Everyone here is…”
Oh that unbelievable wanker! No, he wouldn’t. Sirius had not left him stranded at a transvestite disco club. No. No no no. But oh yes, he had, because that was definitely a rather impressive stiffy “Teresa” was pressing his hand against through her silky frock. Curiosity getting the better of him, Remus cupped his palm to confirm that, yes indeed, she was a he; as his hand moved, Teresa let out a little high-pitched squeal.
“What the fuck is going on over here?”
Remus and Teresa both looked up. Sirius was standing next to them, a look of absolute glee on his face, eyes fixed on Remus’s hand cupping Teresa’s crotch.
Teresa’s face lit up in recognition. “Sirius! Sweetheart!” She released Remus’s hand and turned to Sirius, kissing both his cheeks and squeezing his arse.
“I see you’ve met Teresa, Moony,” said Sirius, with a devilish grin, rubbing his hand up Teresa’s thigh and under her skirt. She slapped his hand back.
“Cheeky boy.” Teresa turned back at Remus. “You were waiting for this little fuck?” she asked, her thin eyebrows arching in surprise.
“Yes,” Remus said with a sigh.
Teresa ran her large hand over Remus’s cheek. “Good luck with that, honey,” she whispered in a baritone just loud enough for Sirius to hear. She winked back at Sirius over her shoulder, and he slapped her bum as she sauntered away to the dance floor.
Sirius turned back to Remus and waggled his eyebrows. “She loves me, deep down,” he said with a grin.
Remus had been preparing a long, wordy speech to Sirius about needing some space, and not wanting to fuck up their friendship again, and his peanut allergy, but that all flew right out the window, and this was suddenly very, very easy.
“I can’t. Sirius. I can’t do this again. I can’t share you with random trannies and every fucking member of the Order and god knows who else. We both know how this ends. I just can’t do it. I need someone who wants only me,” Remus blurted over the droning disco beat, keeping the words, and his name is Severus Tobias Snape, to himself.
Sirius looked shell-shocked, or as if Remus had just punched him in the gut.
“What the sodding fuck...? So that’s how it is, Moony?” Sirius replied, his jaw pulsing. “Well then...." he regained his composure and brought himself up to his full height, "...don’t let me keep you from your search for true love.” He slammed a hand into the bar and turned away.
“Sirius…” A fluttering panic gripped Remus’s chest as he realized what he had said.
“Sod off, Remus,” Sirius said, turning and spitting words into Remus’s face. “Apparently I have random trannies to suck off, and I don’t need a pathetic, cowardly fuck-up weighing me down.”
“Sirius, don’t be an arse…”
But Sirius had walked off after Teresa.
Remus watched him for a few moments, cold fear gripping his heart, before he edged around the club towards the door. Before he walked out, he looked back just in time to see Sirius in the far corner, kneeling in front of Teresa, sucking her huge cock down his throat.
He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he saw Sirius look his way for just a moment, before the door shut behind him.