gatewaygirl (gatewaygirl) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2007-09-21 23:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: gatewaygirl, kink: golden showers, remus/sirius |
OLD FIC: Territorial Adjustments, SB/RL, NC-17
Title: Territorial Adjustments
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Kink(s): Watersports (i.e., pissing)
Summary: This wasn't the sort of forfeit that Remus had expected.
Challenge: Inaugural challenge, old story
Notes: I wrote this after signing up for a fic exchange. Every time I sign up for a fic exchange, reading other people's squick lists gives me the urge to write watersports and bestiality. (No, none of the latter in this fic.)
"Fine. What do I need to do?"
Really, Remus should have known better than to have made an open-ended wager with Sirius. It might have been a need to show that everything was normal again, and he wasn't going to pepper their conversations with sharp little reminders of betrayal, as he had last spring. On the other hand, he thought, perhaps it was just that Sirius had smuggled in smooth amber rum, and plied him with it before suggesting the game. No doubt, he would be made to do something embarrassing, so everyone could see that Sirius had won.
Sirius, to his surprise, pitched his reply even lower than Remus's question.
"Come with me."
Sirius led him out of the common room, and then out of the school and along the edge of the lake. The further they went, the more nervous Remus grew. If Sirius meant to claim a forfeit in private, Remus had no idea what it could be. His tenuous trust wavered and reformed as they left the sight of even the students at the distant pitch and the more distant greenhouses.
Finally, in the shelter of a cluster of trees, Sirius stopped. "This will do."
"What do I need to do?" Remus could scent no one near. Peter might be, of course -- there were always little rodents somewhere around -- but he didn't think he was.
Sirius shrugged, but his face took on a dangerous light.
Remus tried another approach. "Why are we all the way out here?" Any hope that the tremor in his voice may have passed unnoticed died at Sirius's smirk.
"You said you didn't want me to embarrass you in front of everyone. You didn't think I'd be so unkind as to not grant that 'only' request, did you?" He stepped closer. Remus had the frightening thought that Sirius was going to kiss him. After a moment, he noticed that wasn't so much frightening as exciting, and that, in turn, was frightening. He stood frozen, and Sirius didn't lean towards him.
"What?" Remus choked out. "What do I have to do?"
A soft puff of air came out of Sirius's smirk. "Piss in your clothes."
Remus squeaked. "What?"
"You heard me." Remus felt Sirius's hands settle flat on the front of his trousers, not touching his cock but to either side of it, thumbs curling into his thighs just under his balls. "You can clean up afterwards; no one needs to know, and I won't tell. Enough that I feel it, though. All this --" He pressed. "-- wet."
Remus sputtered. "You are sick, Black!"
"You didn't ask for nice; you asked for not public."
"I won't."
"You said 'anything that doesn't hurt someone.'"
Remus shuddered and shifted back, but the touch followed relentlessly. "I can't."
"'Course you can." Sirius's voice dropped to a whisper. "Listen to the lake. Think of waterfalls."
"Sirius, please! Be reasonable. You wouldn't do it either."
"Of course I would." Sirius's hands shifted, incidentally pulling fabric tight across Remus's cock. Any more of that and he really wouldn't be able to.
"Fine. I'll do it if you do."
Sirius was supposed to laugh and say he hadn't lost the wager, but instead he shifted again, his knee bumping Remus's leg. "All right. But you first."
Hell. I just said I would, again. He won't back down; he'll just think it's funny.
Remus really did need to listen to the lake, and think of waterfalls. It didn't work. He closed his eyes against his tormentor's look of superior amusement, and tried imagining he was safe in the boy's loo by the Transfiguration classroom, extending his properly limp penis and watching pale urine stream out of the tip. He felt the first drops and had to will himself not to stop. If Sirius wanted wet, he'd give him wet, he thought fiercely, but the first sensation was warmth. It wasn't until he was finished, with drops trailing down the inside of his covered legs, that he felt it as liquid. The pungent scent of it was embarrassingly strong.
Sirius was still pressing, and his breath had gone ragged. Remus opened his eyes, expecting to see him trying not to laugh, but Sirius looked strange and fierce. Remus shivered.
"You said...."
"Yeah."
Remus was so surprised when Sirius bore him down that he didn't resist. Sirius went up to his knees, straddling Remus's hips, so Remus raised his upper body also, coming onto his elbows and frowning at Sirius. "You told me to --"
"Yeah." Sirius reached under his waistband, and Remus wanted to say, you can't do that -- you said in my clothes, but Sirius was just adjusting himself. He pressed forward and down, and a second flood of wet heat descended through Remus's trousers, covering his cock and balls and running between his thighs to pool in the sodden material beneath him. It smelling strongly of piss and Sirius, and Sirius pushed down as if he wanted to rub it into Remus's skin.
Remus struggled for breath. He meant to say something teasing -- "You know that's claiming behavior, don't you?" -- but all that came out was an inarticulate whine. Of their own accord, his hands were suddenly at Sirius's soaked flies, fumbling with wet buttons to get them open. That was the right idea, he thought. Now, before Sirius laughed it off and made it just randomly dirty.
"Fuck, Moony." The soft amazement in that whisper faded into a growl as Sirius, likewise, worked at Remus's trousers, managing two buttons and a zipper in no time at all, and wrapping one large hand around Remus's hard cock. "Like that -- my scent all over you."
Remus wasn't sure if the shaky words were a question or statement, but he didn't care. "Yeah. You and heat --" and so vulgar and real. He'd forgotten what he was doing, but Sirius remembered, catching at his hand and moving it where he wanted it.
"Do that. Get you another kind of wet."
The thin liquid was almost worse than wanking dry, but Sirius's hand was unbelievably better than his own. An uncontrollable tumble of words, most of them "yes", fell from his lips in way that should have made Sirius smirk, not look worshipful and perfect.
"Gods, Moony, want --"
Drops of thick come descended on his body in a warm line, chin to stomach, as Sirius cried out in pleasure. A hand followed, and Remus had only a moment to wonder why Sirius was trying to wipe that up -- it was only making things worse, and at any rate, they both dripped with cooling piss -- before the captured mess was spread along his cock.
"Better?" Sirius pulled faster now, his slicked fingers sliding in series over the each contour, rendering Remus incapable of response. "Like it all messy. Wanna do this again. Not in my clothes, though. Get those out of the way, next time, get it all on you --"
Remus came with a shout. He felt, rather than saw, Sirius
shifting down beside him. Rough lips covered his neck with gentle kisses, until
Remus turned to catch them in his own. As Sirius explored his mouth with slow
tenderness, light seeped back into Remus's vision.
"That was weird." The kisses had stopped, or at least paused, and Remus was staring up at the treetops, unable to look at Sirius.
"Too weird?"
Sirius sounded almost afraid, which gave Remus the courage to face him.
"No."
"Good." Sirius smiled charmingly, and reached down for a token intimate touch.
"Ugh, don't!" Remus grabbed at the hand that was flinching away and leaned over for a quick kiss. "I mean ... it all itches, now."
"It does, doesn't it?" Sirius pulled out his wand. "You know, I just happened to have studied a cleaning charm specifically for this. Convenient, yeah?"
As the smooth tingle of the spell removed any residual discomfort, Remus nodded. "Yeah." He stretched back to watch Sirius repeat the charm on his own clothing and body. His trousers were still gaping open, and his cock draped invitingly over the fold of fabric. Remus licked his lips. "I think you better teach me that charm, next time." He rolled on his side and shifted closer. Please say you meant it about doing that again. "It might take a lot of practice."
"Oh
yeah." Sirius laughed shakily. "Loads."
By the next week, they'd had quite a bit of practice, but not enough to manage the charm when the door opened unexpectedly. It was all Remus could to yank the covers up over his drenched skin. Sirius let his robes drop closed, but kept his back to the door as he panted for breath, and past the curve of his arm, Remus saw Peter tumble into the room, with James a step behind him. Both were obviously excited, but stopped with sudden unease, just inside the doorway. Remus was amazed at how cool normality fell across Sirius's features before he turned.
"Didn't you have a detention?"
"Jeffries got bit by a Venomous Tendrilled Fairyvine, and is spending the evening in the hospital wing instead," Peter said excitedly, but a moment later, his nose wrinkled. He looked uncertainly around the room. "It smells like someone wet their bed."
It was clearly his bed, Remus thought sourly, but before Peter's suspicious eyes could focus on him, Sirius fell back on to his own (dry) mattress with a completely unconcerned air. "Sorry," he said, not at all as if he was. "It's a canine thing; you wouldn't understand."
Peter's face screwed up still further at this confirmation. "Sirius! That's disgusting!"
Remus was more concerned about James. James had said nothing since entering the room. He gave a short sniff that informed Remus that he knew exactly where the smell was coming from, and then advanced on Sirius.
"Padfoot?"
Sirius didn't stand up, or in anyway acknowledge the way that James, forward on his toes, was attempting to loom over him. "Yeah?"
"I just want one thing clear. My bed is not your territory. Got it?"
Peter's brow furrowed as Sirius smiled broadly back at James. "Never thought it was, Prongs."
"All right, then."
An incredulous look, the clearest sign that James actually sussed the situation, grazed across Remus before James nudged Peter. "Come on -- let's go down to the common room."
"But, I --"
"I think the dog better clean up, don't you?" James's thin hand briefly covered Peter's mouth. "And that's private."
The
moment they left, Sirius was back, and his tongue was better than any cleaning
charm.