Helium Raven (severity_softly) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-19 23:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: severity_softly, kink: first time, remus/peter pettigrew |
LMOM: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 18/30 (Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus)
Title: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 18/30 (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: first time
Overall warnings: Angst
Challenge: LMOM '08, day nineteen
Word Count: 2400-ish
Notes: This part is set at the tail end of 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 support!
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 l Part 16 l Part 17 l Part 18
For a while, Remus' daily life felt like it had a giant void in it, an empty spot that had been occupied by Severus for over a year. But, eventually, Remus learned to stop looking for him in the corridors and stop watching the way he brewed in potions class. It wasn't the same with Peter at all, which wasn't bad, and he'd gotten what he'd been wanting all along, but he missed Severus still.
It was nice, though, to have a real relationship, and Peter was warming up now that their friends knew and didn't seem to care.
N.E.W.T.s were looming just next week, and there was a funny sort of silence that had settled in the common room and in the dorms. Everyone was studying, or worrying about the exams, and Peter wasn't any exception. He and Remus had been going over and over the subjects that Peter had the most trouble with, but two days before exams started, Remus wandered into the dorm just in time to see Peter chuck his Herbology text across the room.
Remus blinked for a moment, and then leaned against the door frame. "What did Phyllida Spore ever do to you?" he asked.
"Who's Phylidia Spore?" Peter replied, frowning.
"Phyllida," Remus corrected. "The person who wrote our text."
"You know her name, Moony?" Peter asked, his frown slipping off a moment to be replaced with something that looked somewhere between surprise and exasperation. "Is there any part of your books you haven't read?"
Remus laughed and shrugged. "I just thought it was a funny name for a Herbologist, you know. Spore."
Peter shook his head and rolled his eyes, and then the frown settled on his face again. "Useless. I'm going to fail," Peter grumbled. "I'll wind up working at a Muggle grocery."
"Nothing wrong with that," Remus said.
Peter snorted, but didn't reply, and Remus frowned for a moment. He glanced at the door to the dormitory and drew his wand, casting a quick locking spell, and then climbed onto Peter's bed, slipping in behind Peter and straddling him. "You need to relax," he whispered, kissing the back of Peter's neck. He gripped Peter's shoulders and started to squeeze, kneading the tense muscles under his fingertips.
"How can I? I should be studying," Peter said miserably.
Remus nosed Peter's hair for a moment. "You can study too hard, you know."
Peter snorted again. "We've been trying to tell you that for years, and you decide to listen now? Now, when our entire future is resting on some test we have to take in two days?!"
"I just mean that you're not going to learn anything if you're too busy being worried about learning it." Remus curled his fingers around the collar of Peter's shirt, but Peter didn't lift his arms to let Remus undress him until Remus assured him that the door was locked.
Remus pulled Peter's shirt up, then tossed it aside and ran his hands along Peter's back, nudging Peter to lean forward a little so he could reach even the lower parts of Peter's back better. His thumbs pressed firmly into Peter, and after a moment, Peter groaned and relaxed visibly. "This is not going to help me pass N.E.W.T.s," he said anyway.
"It'll relax you enough so you can study more effectively." Remus scattered a few more kisses across Peter's shoulder blades and nuzzled his skin. Peter reached back and curled his fingers around Remus' thighs.
He went silent for a bit, letting Remus' hands work over him, feeling a few knots come undone along his spine. Remus wondered how it was possible for a seventeen year old boy to be this tense. It was like years worth of tightness had worked into Peter's muscles.
"Did you do this for him?" Peter mumbled.
Remus held a sigh, because it seemed like every new intimate thing they did, Peter wanted to see if Remus had done it with Severus, like he was keeping score. "No," Remus replied, his tone curt enough to stop any more questions about Severus without hurting Peter's feelings.
After a few minutes passed, Peter drew a deep breath and his hips shifted against Remus, then Peter leaned back against his chest, dropping his head back to Remus' shoulder. Peter rolled his head to the side to expose his neck, and Remus grinned at how much more subtle Peter was getting.
Well, not that this was particularly subtle, but it was better than "Would you kiss me here?" Remus slid his hands over Peter's chest and ducked his head to kiss Peter's neck.
"How about you distract rather than relax?" Peter suggested, squirming a little against Remus until Remus was growing excited.
Remus' hands moved down, over Peter's fleshy stomach to press against the front of Peter's trousers. Peter squirmed again, and Remus pressed up against him from behind, his hand rubbing over the hardening bulge in the front of Peter's trousers. "You don't think this is relaxing?" he murmured, pivoting his hips a little. God, they'd been messing around so long, and Remus kept fighting the urge to ask for sex, but with Peter's arse pressed against his cock, it was unavoidable that he wanted it yet again.
He checked the lock charm on the door quickly, and then banished their clothes, which made Peter gasp and tense (he didn't like being tied up, and he didn't like surprises, Remus had noticed), but a moment later he relaxed again when Remus curled his hand around Peter's prick.
"You sure it's a good spell?"
"Yes, no one will come in," Remus promised, and Peter tried to reply, but the words turned into a breathy sound of want. Remus' fingers squeezed and pulled and Peter squirmed, rocking his hips in a sort of opposite rhythm, thrusting into Remus' hand as it moved down him and pulling back as Remus drew his hand up. Each time it sent a fresh wave of need through Remus and his cock slid against the cleft of Peter's arse. "God, Peter," he whispered, his lips kissing across Peter's throat to his ear, where he sucked the lobe into his mouth and nibbled.
Peter either didn't notice the way Remus' cock was so close to his entrance, or he didn't care. "You smell good," Remus murmured, expecting Peter to say something about how Remus still insisted on cornering him after his morning shave each day, but all Peter could manage was an "Ungh."
Remus nipped his ear a little harder, his hand still working over Peter, Peter's breath coming hard against his shoulder. Remus' stomach flipped before he spoke, wondering if Peter would respond or run away, when he whispered, "I want to have sex with you," because he thought I want to fuck you would be more likely to cause the latter.
Peter gasped and his rhythm faltered against Remus' hand, but Remus kept stroking, changing his speed to match Peter's new one.
"You-- you," Peter managed.
"I want you," Remus repeated.
"I don't know ho-- does it hurt?" Peter asked, and Remus lifted his head to look at him.
He hadn't expected anything more than a refusal on his first mention of it, but Peter was looking at him, his gaze earnest, through his mild alarm.
Remus shook his head. "Not if you relax. And I'll be careful. You've had three of my fingers in you before, so it's no worse than that."
Peter's mouth fell open slightly. "Three?" he whispered, and Remus blushed, realising he'd been preparing Peter for this longer than Peter realised. He nodded, and Peter moved to turn and face him. He looked flushed and he was panting slightly, and Remus couldn't tell what exactly the expression on his face meant, but after staring at Remus for a few moments, Peter nodded.
Remus kissed him hard, sifting his fingers into Peter's hair and pulling him onto the mattress fully as Remus moved back on it himself. Once they were settled, Remus rolled then so that Peter was under him and rocked his hips against Peter, their cocks sliding against one another. Peter groaned and arched back against the mattress and Remus shifted down until he was between Peter's legs.
He watched Peter carefully for any sign that he was distressed, and gently guided Peter's knees up. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered, and did the charms to lubricate Peter. Remus slid an finger inside and watched the way Peter's face twisted at the invasion. Merlin, it was amazing to get to see Peter like this. They'd done this on numerous occasions, but it never ceased to amaze Remus that he was allowed to do it.
He ducked down and took Peter's cock in his mouth, sucking lightly as he slipped another finger inside. He crooked them at Peter's prostate and Peter gasped and squirmed. For all his reservations about full sex, Peter always seemed to enjoy this, and Remus made certain to circle that little spot inside Peter each time he slid his fingers inside. His lips moved laguidly, not wanting to bring Peter off like this, but wanting to keep him happy and not thinking about the way Remus' cock was now aching to be inside the tight heat his fingers were surrounded in.
"Moony," Peter whimpered, "Moony." He gripped Remus' hair, and Remus slid another finger inside, which caused Peter to make a strangled noise, but Remus noticed the way he lifted his hips to meet the slow press inside. Remus hummed around Peter's prick, hungry for more and enjoying the way Peter was slowly, over the months, learning to bend to him.
"Oh!" Peter gasped, and Remus pulled off his cock, sliding up Peter's body to kiss him with want and need and hunger. Peter clutched at him and Remus slid his now awkwardly-angled fingers out of Peter and pressed his cock against Peter's entrance. Peter sucked in a sharp breath and held it, and Remus took a moment to kiss over his neck and jaw, trying to sooth the nerves, which seemed to work. A moment later, Peter was panting again and reaching down to squeeze Remus' arse.
Remus licked his lips and pressed inside, sinking slowly in until his hips met Peter's arse. Peter made the most amazing noise Remus had ever heard him make - this sort of cry and moan and whimper all at the same time. Remus stared down at his face, the way his lower lip was trapped in his teeth and his eyes were clamped shut, and Merlin, he was inside Peter, wasn't he?!
"Remus-- you're-- so-- Rem--"
"You're so sexy." Remus breathed, not thinking.
Peter opened his eyes and his lips parted, though he still looked a little like Remus' cock might split him in two. He opened his mouth wider to speak, but nothing came out, then finally he managed a squeak, "What?"
Remus looked down at him, then ducked his head to kiss Peter gently. "I think you're sexy," he said.
"What d'you-- mean?" Peter whispered.
Remus trailed his lips along Peter's nose to the bridge, then down across Peter's cheeks. "You're amazing like this," he murmured, ignoring the way his body was telling him to move, in favour of letting Peter's body uncoil under him, which his unexpected praise seemed to be doing.
"Don't be stupid," Peter whispered, and Remus liked how his voice didn't seem as strained anymore. He shifted his hips and bit and Peter cried out.
"I think you're beautiful," Remus pushed, and shifted again.
Peter's fingers dug into Remus' back, and then surprisingly Peter's leg hooked around one of Remus' "More," he whispered.
It was barely audible, but it caused Remus to thrust shallowly automatically.
"Remus!" Peter panted, still clinging to Remus.
Remus thrust again, and shifted his hand between them to stroke Peter's cock, which produced a litany of "oh God"s from Peter's lips, until Remus kissed him, the sound getting swallowed. Remus gradually increased his speed, and Peter whimpered and moaned as Remus' hand matched the thrusts.
"God, Pete," Remus moaned. "Okay?"
"Mmhmm," Peter whimpered, and then, "harder," and Remus complied, feeling his body start to thrum with need. He twisted his wrist, and Peter groaned, and then Peter was spasming under him, clenching hard around his cock. Remus stilled for just a moment, watching Peter come undone, an then he brought his hand up to Peter's face. "God, so amazing," he whispered, his hips jerking hard and fast now at the memory of Peter's face just then. He kissed Peter, and then came, his entire body tensing as orgasm ripped through him.
A moment later he was slumped against Peter, breathing heavily against his hair. "Merlin, Pete, Peter, mmm."
Peter's fingers uncurled from where they'd dug into Remus' back, and his arms slid around Remus. "Thanks, Moony," he whispered.
Remus was paying attention to the way Peter's chest was rising and falling rapidly under his own, but a moment later, he murmured, "Thank you. Mmm, wanted you like that for so long." He kissed Peter's neck, and for a long while they went quiet.
Eventually, Remus slipped out of Peter and rolled off to Peter's side, snuggling up against him. He'd started to doze before Peter spoke again.
"You didn't have to say all those things," he whispered. "I would've done it without all that."
Remus frowned in confusion and lifted his head to look at Peter. "What d'you mean?"
"About me being... sexy, and all."
Remus stared at him for a moment, feeling a little saddened by Peter's words, then he shook his head. "I meant it." It was true. Peter wasn't traditionally attractive, but Remus liked him, and since they'd been together, Remus had grown to think of him as sexy as well, the way his face twisted with pleasure and the sounds he made when Remus was touching him.
Peter looked a bit disbelieving at first, but when Remus continued to look at him earnestly, his brows lifted a little. "You really mean that," Peter murmured, and Remus knew that even though it wasn't a question, Peter wanted confirmation.
"I really mean it," Remus whispered, and covered Peter's lips with his.
Part 19