mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-14 16:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: thescarletwoman, kink: rimming, remus/charlie |
LMoM 14: The Dragon Tamer and the Werewolf
Title: The Dragon Tamer and the Werewolf
Author: thescarletwoman
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Charlie
Kink(s): rimming
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: ~700
Summary: The night before the Dragon test of the Triwizard Tournament.
Notes: Continuing in the same arc. Due to a meeting with a rather unusual woman, Remus finds that it's sex before the full moon that helps to ease his transformations. To Rose for the uber-speedy beta. :*
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One could tell the story of the Dragon Tamer and the Werewolf. To create a beautifully woven story about how the two met, fell in love... It could happen, of course. And perhaps even one day, it is what the history books will say about the two.
Truth be told, it is not a fantasy meeting between the two of them. There isn't a long, drawn out courtship.
It is one night, nothing more. If there is love involved, neither party is aware of it. It is fucking, pure and simple. It is two men in the middle of nowhere finding their release in each other's arms.
There isn't love, unless one wants to consider the bonds of friendship to be love. Instead, it is a night shared between the Werewolf and the Dragon Tamer. It's the eve of the Triwizard tournament, the night before the first task. Harry has already seen the dragons and Hagrid has already committed a breach of trust by bringing him out to see them.
Charlie is aware. So is Remus.
They do their own part, bringing out the Horntail so all parties involved can see the dragons and go on to warn their students. There is no longer the element of surprise and Remus knows they've compromised the integrity of the games but at the same moment -- he cannot bring himself to care.
Not when Charlie has him pressed against one of the old trees of the forbidden forest, bark digging into his back. Not when Charlie has cornered him so completely, Remus drapped by Charlie's hardness and the tree behind. Charlie's tongue isn't gentle as it quests into his mouth, rubbing against his palate, hips grinding against his own groin.
Remus is glad for the noise the dragons lend, there's no way anyone can hear his moans over the din of the Welsh Green's keening noises. Or maybe that's how he sounds. He hopes Harry and Hagrid are far enough away that they won't investigate.
That they won't find him, legs spread and bark scratching his cheek while Charlie fucks him. They won't see the way he bucks backwards, taking all of Charlie inside himself. They won't see how he strokes himself in time with Charlie's thrusts, the way the head of his cock glistens with precome in the pale moonlight.
Their positions turn and Remus kneels behind Charlie, spreading his arse cheeks with his hands and thrusting his own tongue into that heat. Charlie bucks and writhes, moaning in a language that sounds like Romanian as Remus's tongue laves his entrance. Fingers take the place of the tongue, Remus fucking Charlie, his other hand cupping and rolling his cock and balls. Charlie is vibrating like crystal and with one final swipe of his tongue, Remus makes him shatter.
There is kissing and touching and cleaning spells muttered before both men stuff themselves back into their trousers. Remus has promised Albus that he will remain in the camp with the Dragon Handlers to ensure there isn't any tampering done by the escaped Death Eaters. From somewhere behind, he hears a twig snaps and tells himself it was a heavy footed animal and not Bellatrix. Remus adjusts his clothes and follows Charlie from their secluded grove to join the other handlers.
They know what has happened. One only needs to look at Charlie to see the contented grin on his face. Remus has a better poker face but given the way Remus has his arm curled possessively around Charlie's waist, there's no mistaking what happened in the copse of trees.
Was it love or was it lust? One doesn't know when it comes to the tale of the Dragon Tamer and the Werewolf.
Though, the fact that they found comfort in each other's arms for the rest of the night goes a long way towards proving there were feelings there.
Yet, when the Werewolf leaves the Dragon Tamer's tent the next morning, they never again speak of what transpired.
Ever.