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LMOM: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 21
Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 21
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Cole, Remus/monkey
Kinks: Um, more sort of beastiality (see pairing!), sex magic
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: 1,916
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!
More notes: Okay, so I had this all written out and it's a rather dark part... but I couldn't resist working in the monkey. Totally makes the whole series better, doesn't it? LOL

Part 21

Where: San Francisco
When: January, 2003

“Where are we headed to now?” Remus asked impatiently. He drummed his fingers on one of the consoles, and got a look from the Doctor that was something like passive-aggressive frustration. Remus shrugged innocently and changed his question to, “Can I help at all?”

The Doctor pointed to one of the dials on the opposite side. “Point that to the third setting. And tug on that handle until I tell you to stop.”

As Remus stood there, watching the TARDIS hum along. Such a delicate system but such an amazing, living machine. Remus zoned out, thinking about their next destination. He was practically on fire at the moment, desperate for a good, hard shag. He hoped he’d have decent pickings wherever they landed, but at this point he’d probably be more than happy with a monkey if it let him get near!

Remus’ eyes unfocused as his mind strayed. Really, a monkey wouldn’t be all that bad, would it? A long tail that could curl around his thigh or his cock even. An urgent screeching that could conceivably resemble some of the sounds Remus had heard others make during orgasm. The monkey would have to be large though. Perhaps a world with giant monkeys; that had to exist somewhere in the galaxy. Or someone dressed in a monkey suit. Yes, that would do nicely, as well. Besides, where there were monkeys there were usually bananas and Remus had more than one idea of what he could do with one of those…

“Stop pulling!”

Startled, Remus looked down, expecting to see his hand unconsciously stroking his cock. Instead, he realized the Doctor was talking about the handle. Remus jumped back, hands off, and the TARDIS came to a halt.

This was supposed to be California, according to the TARDIS. Remus had never been to California but had always wanted to go there. However, when he opened the door, he suddenly wanted to leave. Naturally, they had been plopped down from the vastness of time and space right in the middle of a fascinating magical fight.

The Doctor could only watch as the three witches and Remus took on a very large, very mean-looking monster. He probably wound have liked to have helped, but one of the witches had frozen him. She'd tried to freeze Remus as well, but he wouldn't freeze. Instead, he joined up in the battle, adding a well-timed curse here and there at the scraggly, purple creature. The Doctor might not have been able to help at all, but he was able to observe everything that went on.

After a series of kicks, small explosions, spells, and objects hurled at it, the demon was sufficiently immobilized enough for the witches to assemble and have time to say their vanquishing spell. They would have been interrupted if not for Remus' vigilance accompanied by a jelly-legs jinx and a boil-producing curse.

The demon looked far worse but for a few seconds only. It turned from purple to a hot red then suddenly burst into flames. It disintegrated into a small pile of dust on the dark, asphalt ground.

"That was some spell," Remus said, approvingly. "You lot didn't even need wands- ah!"

One of the girls had suddenly vanished and reappeared at his side with a knife jabbing pointedly against his side. He'd never seen anyone Apparate quite like that before, in a trail of silvery blue glitter.

"Who are you?" asked the one who'd done the freezing in the first place. Her hands were up now, apparently ready to try freezing again or blowing him up.

Neither option sounded particularly good to Remus. "I hope I can be a friend," he said, raising his hands in a sort of surrender. He wiggled his wand. "I'm a good wizard. We were just traveling through and saw you needed help."

The witch with the short hair cocked her head at him. "He's telling the truth. He doesn't mean any harm. And he's…” she trailed off, blushing. Realizing that she must be at least partially empathic if not psychic, Remus blushed, too. But from the way the woman spoke, it didn't sound like she knew fully about this power.

"He's what?" prompted the one with the dagger.

"He's… English," the witch finished, kindly sparing Remus further embarrassment. There was nothing like a good fight to get the blood pumping though which head it pumped to wasn't entirely Remus' choice.

Remus nodded. "I guess we must do things a little differently in England than you do here in America." He demonstrated by Apparating a few feet to his left, well out of the way of the dagger. "And would you mind very much unfreezing my friend here?"

A swish of the hand did the trick, and the Doctor stumbled forward, having been frozen in mid run. "Thanks for that," he said, straightening himself up and brushing off his suit. "Pity. Looks like I missed all the fun."

"Fun?" The witches didn't seem to think what they'd been doing was especially fun, and Remus was inclined to agree, though it wasn't as difficult a task as he'd ever faced. Certainly didn't rank up there with fighting Death Eaters or the first time he'd ever faced a boggart.

"Well, it looks like you three have things well in hand," said Remus. "The Doctor and I will just be going then. Thanks."

Parting company seemed much easier than Remus had planned. No questions fired at them about where they'd come from, no torture to extract information, nothing more than a thank you. Probably they were preoccupied. Remus didn't mind; he found it refreshing, actually.

"You're all right?" Remus asked the Doctor.

He nodded back. "Except, while you were fighting, I couldn't help but notice someone else noticing. He ducked into that bar over there when the fight was over."

"Let's go after him," Remus said, though they were already walking quickly in that direction. The last thing they needed was someone exposing them, or magic in general.

The man sat at the bar, drinking out of a large stein and chuckling beer nuts towards a bowl a good few meters down the bar from him. He looked up at Remus and the Doctor and laughed. "Do the sisters have their own henchmen now? Did Phoebe get a magical restraining order out on my ass?" Remus and the Doctor approached him, flanking him on both sides. "Well you can skip roughing me up, all right? I didn't do anything. They didn't even know I was watching." He threw another nut, which landed on the very rim of the wooden bowl. The man sighed and waved his hand, apparently intending for the nut to slip in. Instead, the whole bowl immediately tipped and flipped, spilling nuts everywhere. The man groaned and lowered his head onto his arm, which was lying upon the bar.

Remus and the Doctor exchanged looks. Remus thought it would seem very stupid and uninformed to ask what was wrong. And he had seen this look in his clients well enough to have a good enough idea what was wrong, anyway. "You still love her, don't you?"

He nodded. "Yeah," came his voice, muffled by his tan corduroy jacket sleeve. "I love the little witch." Then he man lifted his head, blinking blearily for just a second as his eyes adjusted. "But I've lost her forever."

Remus knew that feeling all too well. He reached out and put a comforting hand on the man's shoulder. "I'm Remus, and this is the Doctor."

"Cole," said Cole with the sort of tone in his voice that someone might use just before jumping off a bridge.

"You're not going to try anything, are you, Cole?" the Doctor said concernedly.

Cole shrugged and looked at the Doctor. "I've killed myself about a hundred times now. I can't die. And I can't get her back. A beautiful, perpetual state of despair." He took another gulp of beer and repressed a burp.

Remus frowned. "Are you so certain you've lost her?"

He nodded again. "Oh, I'd say becoming possessed by the source of all evil, forcing her to marry me in an unholy ceremony, turning her into an evil queen of the underworld, tricking her into carrying my demon spawn, making her vanquish me, being completely unable to die, and stalking her has pretty much sealed the deal for me. I've tried everything I can think of and even some things that fell into my lap that I hadn't even thought of." He took several healthy mouthfuls of beer and slammed the mug on the counter. "There was this Egyptian spirit for example…"

Not really listening, Remus sat down next to Cole. This man had betrayed his lover. And yet, now all he felt was love and regret. He was miserable, frustrated, and at the very end of his rope. Cole wasn't Sirius, he reminded himself, but even if it had been, he might actually have done exactly the same thing. Remus placed his hand on the man's cheek, turned the man's face to the side, and kissed him.

"Jealousy?" the man asked, pulling back. "You think that'll work? But, she isn't even here to see."

"What I think will work is giving her space and letting her find her way. Occupy yourself in the meantime. She'll come around in time, mate."

"Time." Cole repeated sadly. His sad eyes looked into Remus'. Then he grabbed Remus by the shirt collar and crushed his lips hard against Remus'. Remus let him kiss as hard as he wanted; there were worse ways to get out all of one's emotions and aggressions, after all. And when Remus was finally released and free to catch his breath, he noticed the Doctor had already made himself scarce. Remus felt a twinge in his chest for not having noticed exactly when the Doctor left.

Remus looked around the bar for an exit, and located the next best thing. Soon the man had Remus up against the wall of a bathroom stall. It was dirty, rough, impersonal, passionless, and the man wasn't even paying Remus for it. Remus smirked and closed his eyes, feeling the cock pounding into him repeatedly as his hand made quick work of his own erection. He felt his balls tighten, contract, and his cock gave with a spasm, bathing a spot on the bathroom stall wall.

Cole grunted through a desperate, irresistible build-up, leading to a powerful orgasm that had him leaning forward against Remus before Remus could brace himself. Squished between a regretful part-demon and a now-slick wall, Remus had a chance to think about things. He thought about his relationships, about his place in the world, and about how he didn't ever want to be in this position again if he got back home. Cole's feet left the ground, taking Remus with him, and they hovered a few inches off the floor as Cole's body finished its much-needed release.

When it was over, Remus used a spell to clean them both off and tidy their surroundings. The man barely batted an eyelash at Remus' wandwork. "You're not from around here, are you?" he asked, stuffing his cock back in his pants.

Remus shook his head.

"So I guess we won't be doing this again?"

Remus shook his head. "Not unless you can travel through space and time."

He left the man in the bathroom with a thoughtful expression on his face.


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