Helium Raven (severity_softly) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-15 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: severity_softly, kink: oral sex, remus/peter pettigrew |
LMOM: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 15/31 (Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus)
Title: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 15/31 (I hope)
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing (this part): Remus/Peter
Characters/Pairing (overall fic): Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus
Summary: "It would take too long to explain the intimate alliance of contradictions in human nature which makes love itself wear at times the desperate shape of betrayal. And perhaps there is no possible explanation." ~ Joseph Conrad
Kinks/Warnings: oral sex, angry sex, angst
Overall warnings: Angst
Challenge: LMOM '08, day fifteen
Word Count: 2250-ish
Notes: This part is set in 7th year. I plan to span 7th year to POA, and keep this canon compliant. Thanks so so much to innerslytherin and mnemosyne_1 for the beta-reading!
Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8 l Part 9 l Part 10 l Part 11 l Part 12 l Part 13 l Part 14 l Part 15
Peter wasn't sure where he was going, but he had to get away from Moony before he hurt him. Merlin help him, he wanted to hurt Moony. How could Remus make him queer and then turn around and fuck Snivellus?! It was disgusting, first of all, but second, Remus was Peter's. He didn't know when exactly he'd started to think of Remus as his, but apparently he did now.
He'd never imagined Remus would be the sort of person to suck Peter's cock and tell Peter how wonderful he was, and then go off and fuck someone else too. It was so... un-Remus-like. Remus seemed the sort to want love and all that nonsense attached. Peter had honestly started to warm to the idea of allowing Remus be more to him than just a release. Remus did things to him no one else could do, and he was kind and fun, and in spite of what his mum would think if she ever found out, Peter had overlooked Remus' dirty blood and furry little problem in the past. And that had been before Remus had taken to giving him orgasms that made his toes curl and left him hoarse from screaming! What could Remus possibly see in Sniv?!
At least I'm nice to him! I've never hurt him! I've never called him names!
Remus betrayed me.
His feet were moving faster than he remembered telling them to move, but he was still half-inclined to transform into Wormtail so he could move even faster. He'd heard that classroom door open again from the end of the corridor behind him, and he knew Remus was faster than he was, so he pushed himself. He wasn't quite sure where he was going until the grass under his feet told him he'd headed for the grounds. After he was halfway to the lake, he could hear Remus' feet trampling the grass as he ran after Peter.
"Peter!"
"No! Stay the fuck away from me, Moony!" Peter cried. He didn't stop or turn around, and his brows were drawn together so tightly they hurt.
Remus was right behind him now. "Please, stop, Pete," he panted, and reached out to touch Peter's shoulder.
Without thinking, Peter growled and turned on him, then shoved Remus hard. "Don't fucking touch me!"
Remus fell and landed sprawled out on his back in the grass.
Fuck. Peter was so angry he was nearly shaking, but the shocked expression on Remus' face sent a wave of overwhelming guilt through Peter. No one hurt Moony. No one hit Moony. Despite all the angry scuffles that had broken out over the years between the Marauders, no one ever laid a hand on Remus. It was an unspoken rule.
Remus was staring up at Peter with disbelief painted all over his face. The tension in Peter's mouth and brow didn't ease, but his eyes prickled, and he reached out a hand to pull Remus up. "Sorry," he murmured, even if he didn't feel so sorry. Remus eyed the offered hand for a moment before taking it and letting Peter pull him to his feet.
Peter paced away a few feet, then turned back. He felt a little deflated now that he'd shoved Remus when he knew he shouldn't have, but there was still plenty of angry left. "How could you be fucking Snivellus?" he demanded in a low voice.
"I just... I just... have been."
"You just have been?! What sort of answer is that?!" Peter shouted, and Remus winced, then glanced around them.
"Shh, Pete, please, let's go somewhere else," Remus pleaded.
Peter glared at him for a moment, then looked around the grounds. A few people were looking their way and Peter viciously wished he'd said the part about fucking Sniv louder. It would serve Remus right. "Where?"
Remus glanced around again and muttered, "Come on," then started back toward the castle. He kept darting glances back at Peter to make sure he was still there, and Peter followed, wishing he didn't still feel so much like hitting Remus again. Once inside the castle, Remus ducked into a hidden passageway, and Peter knew exactly where they were going. There was a room off this passageway, a little one the Marauders had found in fourth year.
When they both got inside and shut the door, Remus turned to look at Peter. "Why were you following me?" he asked.
Peter's jaw fell open. "I wasn't following you! Vance and Evans showed up and Sirius and James left me, and I went to find you and saw you go into that classroom. And then Sniv-- I thought he was going to hurt you!" he yelled. Peter had to clamp down on his anger all of a sudden because it was threatening to dissolve into tears. James and Sirius had their birds, and Remus, who was supposed to be Peter's Remus, was off messing about with Snape! Peter didn't really have anyone, did he? He looked up to see Remus staring at him as if he didn't know what to say. "How long?" he demanded, trying to force the unexpected hurt aside.
Remus shook his head, but answered anyway. "A while."
"A while?! Longer than you and me have..?"
Remus grimaced, and Peter knew the answer was yes, even without Remus saying it.
"Why does it matter?" Remus asked.
"Because of me! Because I let you-- you're with me!" Peter said, feeling awkward and angry and hurt all at the same time.
Remus glanced up, looking a little desperate, but Peter couldn't tell if Remus was confused or worried. "With you? You said, Pete. You said 'mutually beneficial.' I didn't think you wanted to be with me."
"I know what I said, but now things are different and you're mine. You can't be his if you're mine," Peter snapped, keeping a surly gaze on Remus.
He watched Remus for a moment, seeing the way Remus' expression changed, the confusion replaced slowly with lines that looked akin to mild outrage. "Hang on a moment, Peter," Remus finally said. "I'm not your personal property. I was only playing by your rules!"
"Rules have changed," Peter snapped.
"Unless you tell me that, I can't be held accountable for breaking them!" Remus turned and paced a few steps, then looked back at Peter; Peter watched him from across the room, chewing viciously at his thumb nail.
"I wanted more, Peter, but you were the one who didn't. You said you're not even gay!"
"I'm not! I'm only queer fo--"
"For me," Remus finished for him, shaking his head. "Merlin, at least Severus isn't afraid of being queer," he muttered.
Peter's mouth fell open, and his rage was suddenly back. How dare Remus compare him to Snivellus, like Snivellus was better than him?! If there was one person in this entire bloody school that Peter knew he was better than, it was Snape! "I could be a better queer than Sniv," he said through clenched teeth.
Remus snorted, and Peter's brows ached with how tight they went. He stalked across the room toward Remus. "I could! Was his mouth just on you?"
Remus' eyes went wide when Peter started to pull open his trousers. "No, Pe--"
"Good," Peter replied savagely, then dropped to his knees, tugging Remus' trousers open and pulling down his pants. Remus' prick wasn't hard, but he was certain he could fix that, and he took the soft member into his mouth.
"Peter, this isn't--"
When Remus reached down to stop Peter, Peter swatted his hand away, shutting him up. "Nngh!" he mouthed around Remus' prick angrily, started to suck. Remus' breath had gone shaky, and he was still trying to protest, but he wasn't managing to get out coherent sentences and he wasn't pulling away, so Peter ignored all that. He focused on the way Remus' cock didn't feel so threatening when it was small like this, and how it was actually sort of amazing the way it started slowly filling with each swipe of Peter's tongue.
There was that lovely powerful feeling again, making its way through his anger as Remus' cock swelled in his mouth. It didn't feel so dangerous to take Remus in deeper than he had in the past, once he had closed his mouth over Remus' prick entirely when it had been limp. After a moment, Remus' fingers fisted themselves in Peter's hair, and it felt like another victory.
"You're mad," Remus murmured, and Peter reminded himself to breathe through his nose. He took Remus in as deeply as he could manage without choking. "Ohhhh, fuck, Pete... this won't... fix... anything."
Peter frowned more, but dipped his head again, tracing the vein that ran along the underside of Remus' cock with his tongue and feeling his saliva go all sticky with Remus' precome. It will fix it. You're mine, he thought, then flicked his tongue at Remus' slit, mimicking something Remus did to him.
Remus gasped and jerked his hips, and for a moment, Peter thought he might fall, but then Remus just widened his stance. That made him a little lower, which made it easier for Peter to suck, and he cupped Remus' balls like Remus did to him a lot, hoping he wasn't too clumsy or hard with his grip. God, he was really sucking Remus' prick! It might have excited him, if he wasn't still so angry. I'm better than Snivellus. You want me, he thought at Remus, and then Remus' balls were tightening, and Peter made a face at what he knew was coming.
"Pete!" Remus warned, but Peter made himself take it, hot come shooting into his mouth. He coughed and pulled away too soon though, Remus' release dribbling down his chin as he sputtered. He was sure it wasn't normal to like the way that felt, so he didn't, even if he did. He debated whether or not to swallow. Remus always swallowed. Peter couldn't. He spat and then wiped his chin.
When he glanced back up, Remus was sprawled out on the little camp bed in the corner of the room with his eyes closed. He hadn't bothered to cover himself, and a small smile was tugging his lips. Peter glowered at him, and after a moment, Remus opened his eyes again. His grin went wider and more affectionate. "You can't expect me to keep fighting with you now, can you?"
"No more fucking Snivellus," Peter demanded.
Remus' smile slid off. "Pete."
"Don't Pete me. I don't want you fucking him when you're fucking me." A jolt of something went through Peter at that, because he and Remus hadn't actually fucked yet, but he ignored it. "He's probably one of them, you know. He believes all that Pureblood shite," Peter said, ignoring the tiny voice inside him that reminded him that he did too. Mostly, anyway. Remus could be an exception. "He'd turn on his own friends, if he had any. Actually, he did! You heard what he called Evans!"
Remus sat up, frowning. "He's all talk, Pete, honestly, and Evans could have tried a bit harder with him. She was trying not to laugh at the way James and Sirius were torturing him."
It was funny, Peter thought, but thankfully swallowed the words before they slipped out.
"You saw how he was after he said it, the way he begged her to forgive him," Remus continued.
"I don't care. He's one of them."
"He doesn't have the Mark," Remus countered.
"And Glamours aren't that difficult," Peter snarled. "Anyway, I want you. I want you, and he can't have you. He doesn't deserve you."
Remus turned his gaze on Peter again, looking as though he wasn't sure what to say, which must have been the case, because he didn't speak for a long time. Then finally, after the silence started to drag out, he said, "You want me. Not just like a dirty secret, you actually want me."
It was a question, even if Remus hadn't stated it that way. Peter could tell Remus wanted him to confirm the statement, anyway. Peter set his jaw and looked at Remus, then just nodded. To his amazement, a small smile reappeared on Remus' face, and a moment later, he reached down to tug Peter onto the camp bed and pull Peter against him.
Peter complied and wrapped his arms around Remus, while Remus stroked his hair. He felt a little better, but he was still frowning, and he couldn't help but wonder how Snape was going to react. Would Snape somehow convince Remus to keep shagging him? Could Snape convince Remus to lie to Peter?
After a while, his thoughts left Snape, and he started to think about the way Remus was holding him, the way Remus was soothing away most of his anger right now, and how nice it felt. "Did you know being a shirt lifter is a mental illness?" he asked after a while, hating how small his voice went.
Remus' hand paused for a moment,then resumed its gentle touches. "It isn't anymore. They used to think that, but not anymore," he murmured, and kissed the top of Peter's head.
Part 16