pre_raphaelite1 (pre_raphaelite1) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-11 23:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: pre_raphaelite1, kink: drug/alcohol use, kink: licking, remus/sirius |
LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #11 [Remus/Sirius, PG-13]
Title: Scentillation (Revisited) #11: Ether
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG-13
Kink(s): Mesmerism? Licking, Drug Use
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 720
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: Glass globes fill with sweet vitriol, and the gas passes lazily through slim tubes. A misty fog veils the senses, and the world fades to hazy, opaque nothingness. Translucent blooms, ethereal white resins, and davana.
Scentillation(Revisited) #11: Ether
Remus watched as the mist curled languidly in front of him. It rose up until it was forced to gradually spill over on itself in sleepy tendrils that spread out then began the unhurried journey up again again. It was like someone had captured a single handful of ocean, trapped it in crystal then used magic to slow the churning foam to a sluggish, vaporous rise and fall. Up and over it went, then again... and eventually again.
His eyelids were drooped down partway over his eyes, the top of his vision blurred by his short eyelashes. What was left of his eyesight was fixed on the crystal ball. He was supposed to be looking for some sort of message, a sign, a prophecy, anything beyond the mist. At this point, he would even welcome seeing Slughorn dancing a naked waltz with Flitwick because at least it would be something different. But there was nothing there but swirling mist. There hadn't been anything other than swirling mist for the last... he didn't even know how long he'd been staring at white and grey. If he hadn't been so transfixed by the smoky whirls, he probably would have been nauseated by their constant movement.
Sirius had long since given up on attempting to see anything more than there was in the crystal. He was leaning heavily against Remus' shoulder, not even attempting to hide the fact that he wasn't paying attention. But from the quiet snores behind them, Sirius wasn't the only one to surrender to boredom and the sickly sweet fumes rising through the air. Remus half-wished he could sleep as easily, but the smoke was too familiar and his marks too important to let him rest easily.
He sighed, considering shaking the crystal like the snow-globe his mother had sitting on the side table in their sitting room. Maybe that would make the mist settled into something that could possibly be useful- and less monotonously hypnotic. In another few moments, Sirius would start drooling on his shoulder and this glorious day would be made complete. He couldn't imagine spending another day in this tedium, let alone another year. He had to drop Diviniation before his brain turned empty mist.
But something was starting to change. Warm breath softly rippled over his neck, only centimeters away from it. His eyebrows raised and he glanced down at the head resting on him. But all he saw was black hair, shining black hair covering Sirius' face.
“Padfoot?” Remus asked quietly.
“Mmm, Moony,” Sirius murmured, lips trailing over Remus' neck. His tongue swept over the pulse beating softly under the skin.
Remus shivered. This was certainly more interesting, but perhaps not ideal considering the location. When Sirius' pressed a tender kiss to his throat, Remus began to debate whether or not anyone would even notice what the two boys were doing. A rumbling snore that sounded distinctly like Peter tipped the scales away from “Will be Shocked by Male-Male Proximity In Same City” to “Won't Notice Loud Buggering On Their Laps.”
Remus slowly tipped his chin up to silently encourage the wandering mouth. It took full advantage of the opportunity, lips parting. Sirus' tongue swirled in elegant swirls, circling higher up to his jaw then sliding down again, slow and unhurried.
Lips twitching, Remus did his best to control his response to the familiar drifting pattern. But it was too much for him and he started chuckling, low and quiet.
Sirius pulled back and looked up at Remus quizzically, blinking sleepily. “Mmm? Whasfunny?”
His expression and fuzzy question sent Remus into further laughter.
“Moony?”
“Oh god... you're... you're it.”
“M'what?”
“You're the smoke. All smoky. And misty. And I have to drop Divination.”
Sirius patted Remus softly on the shoulder. “Er... I think you need out of the smoke, Moony.”
“M'not in you.” Tears started streaming down Remus' face, one hand pressing to his stomach as his shoulders shook with his laughter. The pillow that bounced off his head did nothing to dampen his mood.
“Oi. C'mon. Out. Now.” Remus let himself be dragged out of the room, stumbling over his feet a bit.
As he straightened the second time, one arm draped around Sirius' shoulders; Remus decided, somewhat despairingly, that the dizziness was probably more than just Sirius' mouth.
First person to leave feedback gets to choose the BPAL scent as the prompt/inspiration for the next day’s ficlet! Should this not work out, I'll pick a reviewer at my discretion. Thanks to ships_harry for this one.