Helium Raven (severity_softly) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-17 21:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: severity_softly, kink: bondage, kink: bukakke, kink: face shot, remus/peter pettigrew |
LMOM: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 17/31 (Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus)
Title: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 17/31 (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: bondage, facial/bukkake
Overall warnings: Angst
Challenge: LMOM '08, day seventeen
Word Count: 2500-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 for the beta-reading and for helping me to recharge my batteries today when I was feeling draggy about this!
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It was with a sudden seizing terror that Remus woke up in a tangle of limbs.
"Oi, Moony!"
Remus jerked awake, then a soft mass shifted under him. A warm, moist hand pressed to his mouth, and he looked up to see Peter's expression was as alarmed as his own.
James and Sirius were up and looking for him, their feet plodding heavily across the floor. The next bed over, Remus heard his curtains pulled aside. "Time to get--! oh."
"Must've gone down without us," James said.
There was a pause, and Remus' heart hammered in his chest, waiting for them to come to Peter's bed and expose them. Finally, Sirius muttered, "Wormy's probably with him."
"When's he not lately?" James asked, and the footfall grew softer until it was out of the room.
"Merlin," Remus breathed when Peter withdrew his hand. He wanted to tell James and Sirius, but discovering Remus curled up against Peter was probably not the best way for their friends to find out.
Peter still looked worried. Remus reached up and smoothed back his fringe. "Good morning," he whispered. "I must have fallen asleep." Remus' stomach fell suddenly at the memory of how he wound up here last night. He'd just sort of numbly accepted Severus' rejection last night, and it had been nice to let Peter hold him, like he had held Peter before, but he suddenly realised as he looked at Peter that his relationship with Severus was over. Completely. And the way Severus had just dismissed Remus' implicit offer of more stung all of a sudden in the morning light.
"What's wrong?" Peter asked, and Remus realised his expression must have gone a bit off.
Remus shook his head and pulled his smile back on. "I just thought that were going to find us like this, is all."
"God, I know. That would have been horrible."
Remus frowned, and Peter caught it and let his eyes fall to the mattress. "Horrible?" Remus sighed and rolled onto his back, closing his eyes. "You said you wanted me for more than just having one off," Remus muttered.
"I do. I do, Moony," Peter whispered. "I'm just..."
Remus waited a few moments before looking up at Peter, whose face had gone anxious.
"I'mjustscared," Peter blurted, almost so quietly that Remus had a hard time hearing him.
Remus sat up enough to kiss Peter, and then pressed him back into the bed. For a moment, he had to force away the memory of the way Severus had kissed him the night before, really kissed him, and then just rolled his head to the side and tossed Remus. He drew out the kiss, focusing instead on the slightly off-rhythm swipe of Peter's tongue from how he was still just waking up, and the softness of the body beneath his, which were anything but similar to Severus' sharp angles. When he pulled back, Peter looked expectant, but dubious, and Remus wasn't really sure what that meant. He almost looked as if he were wanting direction, rather than soothing.
"You don't have to be scared with me. You've known me seven years." He stroked a hand over Peter's cheek. "I just... I just don't want to hide this from James and Sirius, okay? We don't have to tell everyone. And James and Sirius won't care."
"What if they--"
"I'll stop them. If they have a problem with it, I'll fix it."
Peter snorted. "Right, the all-powerful Moony. Because they listen to you so well. You never stopped them making fun of me before."
Remus frowned, then chewed his lip a little, letting his hand drop from Peter's face. It was true. He hadn't ever stopped the other Marauders teasing of Peter, even as he watched it take its toll over the years, but he just kept thinking it would be better if Peter were the one to stop it. "I didn't think you'd want me to." When Peter frowned, Remus added, "I didn't want you to think I thought you couldn't take care of yourself."
Peter's frown tightened in confusion for the briefest of moments, but then his expression shifted into one of pleased surprise. After a moment, Remus' lips curled a bit at the way Peter's entire face had brightened.
"Merlin, Moony, when I saw you and..." Peter's expression went muddled again, and he worried a lip, then seemed to shake it off and looked back at Remus. "I... I'd do anything for you to be just mine. Is Sni--Se--Snape--? Mmm."
Remus frowned again. "What?"
Peter shook his head. "You haven't said if he... you and..."
Remus looked at Peter for a moment, realising that Peter had cottoned onto his avoidance of saying specifically whether or not he would end things with Severus. Remus lifted his hand to resume stroking Peter's cheek, then ducked his head to kiss Peter, his lips parting Peter's thinner ones in several languid kisses. "If you want me, you can have me, but if you want me with strings attached, then I have my own strings, and I won't be just your dirty little secret."
Peter stared at Remus, his eyes darting nervously between Remus' for a moment, and Remus wildly wondered if he was going to change his mind. But then Peter swallowed hard, and nodded. "I... um. W-we can tell them."
If wasn't as confident as Remus might have wanted it to be, but he nodded and kissed Peter again, sifting his fingers through Peter's hair.
James and Sirius exchanged glances when Remus told them he and Peter were together, but they didn't look surprised. Peter had agreed that they could tell them that Peter was with Remus, not that he was queer, and Remus wondered if Peter really did believe that he was only gay for Remus.
Sirius got his fill of calling them both nancys, for which Remus kicked him several times, harder each time Peter's face got redder until Sirius yelped and relented and slapped a surly looking Peter on the back. Which was good because Remus was going to start hexing him next.
After dinner, Remus spent some time actually doing Runes homework, and when the room was settled in silence, he pulled the covers over himself to sleep. It didn't come, though. He couldn't help that bubbling feeling of happiness in him. Peter wasn't perfect, but Remus liked Peter and Peter was trying to make an honest go of a relationship, even if he seemed to keep having little stutter starts and spasms of fear. Peter knew what he was and liked him anyway, and now their friends knew.
Remus waited for as long as he could before pushing out of bed, but he was cut short by the sound of Peter walking over to his bed instead. Peter slipped inside and Remus automatically cast a silencing charm.
"Told you they'd laugh," Peter said, his tone unnecessarily hushed.
"Told you I'd stop them."
Remus kissed Peter and pulled him close, and Peter kissed back, sliding his arms around Remus' waist. Remus' fingers were in Peter's hair, and stroking his side, crawling up under Peter's shirt in a way that always made Peter squirm. Peter drew a sharp, soft breath and returned the gentle touches, his kisses growing hungry against Remus' lips. He pulled back, panting a little, just far enough away to whisper, "You could... tie me up... if you want."
Remus froze for a second, and then pulled back to look at Peter. Even in the darkness, Remus could tell there was colour in his cheeks. "Why?" he asked.
Peter bit his lip. "Mmn. You... Sniv is... he's still al-- I don't want you to go back... and you were tied... your ankles... when I walked in..." He stammered.
Remus' brows drew together. "I'm not going to go back, not now, so long as you keep trying."
Peter nodded, but only looked a little less worried. "I don't... I don't want you to lose interest."
Remus kissed Peter, feeling slightly bad that Peter was worried that Remus might get bored and leave, but also feeling like it was probably a good thing to push Peter out of his comfort zone a bit, or he might never leave it. Remus had been trying to be patient, but ever since Severus had let him inside him, all Remus had wanted when he was alone with Peter was to drive into him. He refrained, though, because he didn't think Peter was ready. "Do you want me to tie you up?"
"I want to do whatever you did with him."
After a moment, Remus nodded, and started to divest them of their clothes. Once they were both naked, Remus rolled Peter onto his back and crawled down the bed to kneel between Peter's knees. "You sure?" he asked, and Peter nodded. A moment later, Peter's hands and feet were bound to the bedposts, and he squirmed a little and jerked at the bindings. Remus could see his chest rising and falling rapidly. He ducked his head to kiss Peter's knee. He licked a trail up Peter's thigh, the backs of his fingers stroking between Peter's legs. Peter gasped and jerked again, and Remus hoped the silencing charm extended to the bedposts.
"Moony!" Peter gasped, and Remus' head jerked up at the tone. Peter was pulling the bindings around his arms taut. "I don't think I like this very much," he whispered urgently, and in a second the bindings were gone.
Remus held a sigh, but didn't say anything. He only crawled up Peter's body to kiss him. "It's okay. I don't want to do anything you don't want to do," he assured Peter, then a thought occurred to him. He kissed Peter again, smoothing his hands down Peter's stomach. "Do you want to tie me up?"
Peter drew a breath but just let Remus kiss his throat for a moment. "Do you want me to?"
Remus nodded, then rolled off to Peter's side, stretching out on his back and grinning at Peter. Peter looked at him for a moment, smiling, and then letting the smile slip off, then smiling again, as if he wasn't sure he should like the idea. Remus nudged him and Peter moved between Remus' knees.
It was a little surprising that Peter knew the spell to bind Remus to the bed, but Remus squirmed happily at the restraint, biting his lip and looking down at Peter from under his lashes.
"What should I do?" Peter asked.
"Whatever you want," Remus breathed, but when Peter didn't move, he added, "You could suck me, or touch me like I touch you sometimes. You could tease me, or... put your wand inside of me."
Peter's eyes went wide. "Merlin, in your arse?"
"Or... my prick," Remus murmured, then wondered if it was safe to suggest that to someone with no clue what they were doing. Peter's jaw fell open though, so Remus wasn't too worried about him trying it.
"Oh my God," Peter breathed, but now Remus couldn't read the expression on his face. He still looked unsure, but his eyes were roaming the way Remus' body was spread out before him, open and at Peter's will. "What did he do?"
Remus pursed his lips and shifted, his hips lifting in need without his thinking. He didn't answer, though, and after a moment, Peter amended, "What do you want me to do?"
"I want... I want you to come on my face," Remus said, which was tamer than what he really wanted, but Remus watched Peter blush anyway.
"You'd like that?" Peter said, sounding disbelieving.
Remus nodded. "Come here," he said, and jerked his head up to indicate he wanted Peter to move up the bed. Peter obeyed, and when he was close enough, straddling Remus' chest, Remus looked up at him. "I want you to fuck my mouth and come on my face," he said.
"Oh God," Peter said, his breath shaky, but Remus just opened his mouth, sliding his tongue out over his lower lip and closing his eyes, silently begging. Peter's breath went ragged, but a moment later, Remus felt the head of Peter's cock against his tongue.
"Moony," Peter whispered, and kept moving forward, and Remus hummed his approval around Peter's cock as it slid into his mouth. He did his best to bob his head over Peter's cock from this strange angle once Peter was as deep as he could go, sucking and tracing shapes against Peter's skin with his tongue. Peter moaned, and Remus heard him grip the headboard above him. "I won't hurt you?" Peter whispered.
Remus shook his head and Peter started to move, slowly at first, but Remus encouraged him by moaning around his prick, his breath going heavy through his nose. Merlin, Peter was doing this! Peter was thrusting into his mouth! Remus squirmed, wishing he could touch himself and loving how it teased and excited him that he couldn't. He moaned again, and Peter's hips jerked forward, sending a jolt of lust through Remus.
His fingers curled into fists where they were tied, trying to keep himself from jerking at the ties in need, and soon Peter's thrusts were growing faster. Remus whimpered around him, each noise cut off with each down stroke of Peter's cock against the back of his throat. Peter's fingers curled in Remus' hair, holding hims still, and then Peter was groaning, "''r'ou sure?"
"Mmmhmm," Remus whimpered. Peter pulled out, fisting himself in Remus' face until he came, moaning as milky release spilled and clung to Remus' lashes and cheeks. "Touch me," he begged when Peter was through, and Peter reached back and curled his fingers around Remus. Remus bit his lip, focusing on the way Peter's come dribbled down to his lips, and he licked it off, his body spasming with release at the taste and the feel of Peter's hand on him.
He fell back against the bed panting, and Peter stayed where he was for a few moments before sliding off to Remus' side. "Merlin, Moony, you must really like being queer," he whispered.
Remus choked out a laugh, squirming at how he was still restrained, spread open. "I do," he panted, his eyes still closed under the mask of thick fluid (Peter would eventually learn where not to aim, he hoped). "God, Pete. I like you."
"I like you too," Peter breathed.
"If you keep me like this, I might be ready to go again in a bit."
Peter was quiet for a moment, then Remus felt Peter trail a finger along his stomach. "Do you want to?"
Remus laughed again. "I wouldn't mind... but could you wipe my eyes?"
Remus felt Peter shift to look, and then Peter laughed too. "I suppose I could."
Part 18