katekintail (katekintail) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-15 21:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: katekintail, kink: blood play, kink: hate sex, remus/sirius |
LMOM: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 15
Wow. And to think I started this as a Remus/Julian fic... Good thing I have the month planned out!
Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 15
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Kinks: Blood lust, hate sex
Disclaimer: Not my characters or world. Just my creative juices. Please don’t sue. I don’t make a dime from this.
Summary: New Companions all around! Remus is in heat and in need of more things than sex…
Word Count for this part: 2,335
Notes: I’m in way over my head this year for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May. Any feedback you’ve got for me would be useful. Also, this is completely unbetaed, because of time constraints. Sorry!
Part 15
Where: Space station above the planet Bajor
When: 2370
“Oh my God!” Vince had emerged from the TARDIS and then stood at one of the windows, looking out into the endless expanse of stars and looking down at the planet below. He wheeled around. “I’m dreaming. I’ve got to be dreaming.”
“Maybe you are and maybe you’re not,” said Remus, walking over and putting his arm around the man. “Either way, you should have some fun exploring.”
The Doctor agreed. “We’re about three hundred and seventy years in the future. And, judging by the movement and sounds of this place, I’d guess we’re on a space station.”
They were, as it turned out. Amazed, Vince walked around in a daze, taking everything in but feeling highly overwhelmed. Remus definitely knew how Vince felt. The space station was filled with a hundred different species. A good number of the people they passed were human- as far as Remus could tell- but there were others that had green skin or strange ridges on their faces or long tails or even two heads. The diversity was incredible and, yet, so were the similarities to today.
The three ended up at a place called Quark’s. This bar-like establishment clearly stood as the entertainment center of the space station. Under the Doctor’s advice, they ordered the strangest-sounding drinks on the menu and alien-watched from their barstools as they attempted to drink. Remus had a bubbling concoction that tasted like blood-flavored alcohol. At the first taste, Remus was disgusted, but then he got rather used to it. In fact, he could see how it might catch on for some species or, maybe, vampires who wanted a new taste in their mouths.
Vince’s drink had no fewer than five umbrellas in it, which kept moving about, circling within. When he tried to take a sip, they hit him in the nose or eye, and he nearly dropped and spilled the drink on his first few attempts. He finally managed to quickly get a sip in and shrugged at the taste.
The Doctor easily tossed back whatever he was drinking. He’d visited a small machine upon their arrival at Quark’s and had used his sonic screwdriver to produce three small bars of gold-pressed latinum that were each equal to so many credits so as to get them through any duration of stay at the station. So he did not hesitate to order another drink. His second drink looked simpler and tastier than even his first. “I’m going to go have a look around. Would either of you gentlemen care to join me?”
Vince hesitated. “Do I know how this is going to turn out?” The Doctor’s shoulders rose briefly and he smiled. Vince nodded. “I’m in.”
“Remus?”
Remus shook his head. “Think I’ll poke around here a little longer, if you don’t mind.” Remus swirled the liquid in his glass, feeling strangely interested in taking another sip but not wanting them to witness a blood moustache. The taste was addictive. Or, maybe something of the wolf had rubbed off on him… maybe more than one something, actually.
The Doctor and Vince left, and Remus relaxed there with his drink. It coated his throat and made him feel jumpy. His skin tingled and the May-inspired urges residing in his loins were nicely dulled as his body gave way to different ones.
“If you want my professional advice, that stuff’ll kill you.” Remus looked up to see an attractive man standing over him. The man had on a black and gray uniform with a teal shirt underneath. There was a badge on his breast of a rectangle overlaid by a sort of triangle. And his accent- ohhh, his accent was marvelous. Remus couldn’t quite place it but loved it all the same. “Unless you’re planning to work that off in a holosuite.”
Not wanting to look as confused as he felt, Remus nodded. He took a stab at an answer. “Do you want to show me how?”
Before he knew what was happening, Remus was pulled along by the man, who claimed to be yet another doctor- Remus really should have known- a Lieutenant Julian Bashir.
Julian spoke animatedly with an alien that had the largest ears Remus had ever seen. In the end, Remus handed over the latinum bar and hadn’t bothered asking for change from the transaction, which made the alien far more obliging in the end. Remus worried briefly that he might need money later in order to eat or sleep somewhere. Now that Vince was along for the ride, the dynamic was changed and there was no telling how long they’d wind up staying in a place. He hoped this would be worth the price.
The holosuite was incredibly unimpressive at first. It was a small black room covered by an orange grid. Remus jumped, however, when Julian addressed a computer and suddenly the room was filled with not just images but a world that hadn’t been there before. It was real and three-dimensional. He could hear it and smell it and touch it. Magic could hardly have been used to do a better job.
The first program Julian showed him was definitely not Remus’ thing. The idea of a battle simulation got Remus’ blood bumping fast through his veins, but watching spaceships fire at each other from some neutral point wasn’t exactly what Remus had in mind. Nor was a recreation of a battle in America’s Civil War, though that was a bit closer. Remus watched the men fight for their lives and their country, advancing the blue and gray lines, taking lives in exchange for a few more feet of ground or a farmhouse stronghold that they hoped would last the night. Remus watched them fight, bullets and smoke bursting from the ends of their rifles and lodging deep in chests. In the end, however, Remus shook his head and Julian tried another, and then another. They moved through battle simulations and then spy situations. Remus could definitely see the attraction to dressing up in a snazzy suit, carrying a hidden weapon, and trying to discover who was doing wrong to whom and how stopping that could save the world. But it resembled his past far too closely. Though that made him think.
Remus cleared his throat. “Julian?”
“Mmm?” Julian had a computer console open on the wall and scrolled through the list of programs there.
“Can this place really reproduce anything?”
Julian nodded. “If it doesn’t have the location, characters, and story in its databases, you’ll have to step it through creating them. But there’s a wizard built in to help with that.”
Remus smirked. That was just what he had in mind. Julian looked a little disappointed, and Remus felt badly about that. The man was clearly attracted to him, but for some reason didn’t want him quite the same way most of the men Remus had encountered so far had. He certainly wouldn’t have minded playing around with Julian in some exciting battle reenactment, or playing around with Julian in some bed. But there was something he wanted much more. “I think I’ll take it from here, then, thanks.” Remus pre-paid for two more hours, then got to work.
It was slow-going. Obviously, the computer had never before shown this location, and even though it was years ago, Remus did his best to remember all the details about what his flat looked like. When he finally had that looking and feeling right, he moved on to the man he’d lived in that very flat with.
Sirius Black in his post-Hogwarts days had been a stunning sight. He’d decided to let his hair grow out, and that middle stage before it was quite where he wanted it to be had driven Remus crazy with desire. He’d repeatedly run his hands through the jet black mess, going deep under to massage the man’s scalp after a hard day at Auror training. Sirius had never been in better physical shape, either. Though he didn’t have Quidditch to help tone his muscles, running from Death Eaters in one’s spare time certainly kept one fit, even despite the fact that he still had the appetite of a growing teenage boy. What was more, the man rarely wore more than just his shorts around the house, and even those he neglected from time to time; it had been a stunning sight. What Remus had liked the most about Sirius then was that the man was his, right there for him any time he wanted a tender kiss or a rough fuck or just a shoulder and an ear. Remus wanted all of that again now and it didn’t matter what that took.
After what seemed like hours, Remus had done it. Sirius Black stood in the middle of their flat, as though it were 1980 all over again. It sent nonstop shivers racing up and down Remus’ spine. “Computer, start program,” Remus commanded, having seen Julian do likewise earlier to start one of the situations.
“Warning,” replied the computer, “no voice pattern on file for character. Warning: no behavioral program on file for character.”
“Um, ignore,” Remus told it, not sure if that was the right command or not. The last thing he needed was to program any of Sirius’ true behavioral traits into anything of the future. And he didn’t need to hear anything Sirius had to say, anyway. “Computer, start program.”
The beginning of the program looked awfully similar to the frozen set-up of the program, except for the sounds and a little bit of movement. The refrigerator ran in one corner, humming softly. Sirius’ chest rose and fell with breaths.
Remus reached out and touched him- warm and solid against his fingertips. “Sirius…” he whispered. “Why did you do this to me?”
The gray eyes blinked back at him apologetically, but Remus was hardly swayed. Instead, Remus began taking off his clothes; Sirius was already naked in all his glory.
“I finally had friends I could trust. I finally had a lover to spend my life with.” Remus stood in front of Sirius and put his hand on the man’s chest, right over a heart he could feel beating. “And then you went and betrayed me. What could possibly have made you do that?” Remus’ hand curled and the fingernails dug deep. It took three times curling and uncurling before he finally broke past the surface and scratched do deeply it drew blood. Remus stared at it a moment, sniffing it. It didn’t smell a thing like Sirius, but Remus didn’t care.
“Do you know what I had to become, Sirius? I’m an animal now. I have nothing left- no pack, no love, no home, no dreams. I’m a fucking whore and soon I’ll look too old to do that properly.” Everything he’d done over the last two weeks- everything after that wank in the bathroom stall- was completely forgotten. All that remained was the vulnerable, hurt man who had put all his trust into the one person who hadn’t deserved it. He screamed out loudly, now. “Peter had it right. How could you, Sirius? How could you do something like that?” Remus balled his hand up and punched as hard as he could.
Sirius took the hit, stepping backwards from the blow, doubling over. Remus was far from done. He kicked and punched, slapped and hit. He raked his fingers down the most sensitive parts of Sirius’ gorgeous body, and he only got silent tears back from Sirius. “You never even cared about me, did you? All that time, you were just using me. You were just biding your time. And I couldn’t see it. I was so close, but I couldn’t see it! I shared my bed with you every night and I couldn’t see you for what you were!”
Sirius was on the floor now, taking each kick Remus dished out, and there were quite a lot of them. Remus was crying now, too, and as the rage finally got the better of him, he sank down to the floor.
He cupped Sirius’ beaten face in his hands and kissed the man the way he used to. He only kissed Sirius with that sort of affection. He wrapped his arms around Sirius from behind, hugging tightly. He felt the blood hot and then cold against his skin. “This is for you, you bastard. This is for making me fall for you. This is for making me love you even now when I hate you.” His engorged cock tore into Sirius’ arse, ramming hard, but Sirius had no voice with which to cry out.
Designing this had felt like hours, but this part felt even longer. There was no telling how long Remus gave it to him, fucking him so violently, with such emotion, that Remus nearly made himself sick. Tears mixed with blood and Remus kept fucking him, hoping that this next thrust in would be the one that made Sirius break.
He sank his teeth into Sirius- the one thing he’d promised the man he’d never do. He bit down, tasting skin and blood and refusing to let go of that hold. He moaned with the orgasm finally took him, crying as it shook him against Sirius and he was forced to hold the man even tighter to keep from slipping out before he was done.
He pounded a fist against Sirius’ back and finally withdrew. He looked down at the body, wound up to kick it one last time, and felt a wave of relief pass through him instead. The tingling from the drink was gone.
Remus walked over to his old kitchen and ran the faucet. He took time and cold water to clean himself up. Then he put his clothes back on, checked himself in the mirror on the wall by the closet, and ended the program.
As he watched the image of Sirius Black fade back into nothingness, Remus decided it had been worth telling that alien to keep the change.
Fandom visited: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine