Helium Raven (severity_softly) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-22 17:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: severity_softly, kink: sensory deprivation, remus/peter pettigrew |
LMOM: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 20/29 (Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus)
Title: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 20/29 (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: sensory deprivation
Overall warnings: Angst
Challenge: LMOM '08, day twenty-two
Word Count: 1850-ish
Notes: This part is set in the winter of '80. Going to be taking some major leaps in time here in the next few chapter. Stick with me! :D Thanks so so much to mnemosyne_1 for the beta-reading!
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1979 was a rough year, especially the last half of it, but 1980 was even harder. Frank and Alice were singled out after the Death Eaters killed the Prewetts. Luckily their Auror training had saved them on the occasions they had been attacked. By the end of the year, however, there was no denying what everyone suspected already. There was a spy in the Order.
It had all been easy to deny until their raid on a Death Eater safe house in the Cotswolds had turned into an ambush. The Death Eaters somehow knew they were coming, and the Order had showed up to an empty cottage. Once inside, the Death Eaters trapped them. Benjy was dead before they realised what was happening. Peter had nursed a burn wound for nearly a week and Moody had wound up in hospital for several days, unconscious.
Remus didn't know what to think. He didn't know how to feel. It somehow still hadn't seemed real until they sat through a three hour Order meeting a week later in which it was confirmed there was a leak.
Remus stumbled into the flat he shared with Peter and did something he almost never did. He headed straight for the drinks cabinet, retrieved the bottle of Firewhiskey, and drank from it without using a glass. When he turned around, Peter was hovering in the doorway, looking nervous and sad.
"D'you want some?" Remus asked.
Peter shook his head slowly. "Shouldn't be drinking," he murmured.
"Pete, when Gid and Fab where murdered, you got so drunk you couldn't stand up," Remus said.
Peter looked a little ill at the memory. "They were the first--"
"McKinnon died first," Remus interrupted, and felt ten years older by the way they'd all started keeping track. He immediately hoped it would never get to a point where it was too hard to do so.
"That was when we first joined the Order. Fabian and Gideon were the first ones I was friends with," Peter said.
Remus frowned, because Gideon and Fabian Prewett had treated Peter in a friendly manner, but Remus always thought it was because they felt sorry for Peter. Remus had resented them for it, but had kept his mouth shut to spare Peter's feelings.
Remus crossed the room and settled in at the kitchen table, taking another drink. Peter finally walked in the room too, and closed his fingers over the bottle, which he pried out of Remus' hands and took back to the drinks cabinet.
"How could someone do this?" Remus asked.
Peter didn't answer. He just walked up behind Remus and started to knead his shoulders. One hand moved up into Remus' hair and massaged his scalp.
"They know our names, Pete. They could know where we live, too." Remus had let his head drop down so Peter could keep touching him, but at that thought, he stood abruptly and started to recheck the wards on the flat.
"Remus," Peter said, but Remus didn't listen. He just kept moving about the flat, checking every entrance and window until Peter finally came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him.
"They won't come here," he whispered, kissing the back of Remus' neck.
"Peter, they could! That's the whole point! They know!" Remus snapped, and Peter's arms went tighter around him.
"Please don't get upset, Remus," Peter whispered more urgently. "Remus. Please, Remus. I'm trying not to be scared and I can't bear it if you get upset." Remus drew a deep breath and turned in Peter's arms. Peter was looking at him, his expression pleading. "They won't come here," he repeated.
Remus' lips pulled into a thin line, but he knew Peter needed the reassurance, probably more than Remus needed to vent and drink. "They won't come here," he said, not really believing it. It was strange, though, how the Death Eaters had never targeted their close friends, outside of the Prewitts. Maybe they didn't consider the Marauders powerful enough to worry about.
"Thank you, Moony," Peter said, and kissed Remus. "You need to relax," he added. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that everything is going all rotten, but please, Remus, you're all I have."
"You have James and Sirius," Remus said.
"No, you're all I have. They don't lo-- care for me, like you do."
Remus watched Peter's expression. It had been years, and Remus had admitted to Peter that he loved him, but Peter always stumbled on the word, even when Remus knew he felt it too. "You know, we could both die tomorrow. I'd like to hear you say that before that happens."
Peter's fingers went tight against Remus' back. "We won't, Remus. I promise we won't."
Remus shook his head. "You can't promise that."
Peter gazed at him for a moment, his expression almost mournful, and then he leaned in to kiss Remus, his fingers going to the top of Remus' trousers. "Let me make you feel better," Peter said. "I can do that, even if it's all I can do."
Remus looked at Peter for a moment before nodding and letting Peter guide them down the hallway to their bedroom. Remus still wasn't sure how to feel about what they'd found out today. He was still a little numb when Peter stripped them both and guided Remus onto the bed. When Peter straddled his hips and started to kiss Remus' chest, Remus exhaled a breath he didn't realised he was holding and let his body uncoil.
Peter flicked his tongue over a nipple and Remus finally gasped, and slid his fingers over Peter's back. Peter's head lifted and Remus looked at him. Peter was smiling faintly, even if his eyes still looked concerned, but then Peter bit his lip and looked away. "Can I--" he started, and then shifted away. He picked one of Remus' scarves off the floor where Remus had dropped it and held it up, then moved back to Remus and pressed it over Remus' eyes. "Can I?"
Remus' lips curled up slightly. "Blindfold me?"
"Yes," Peter breathed.
"Yes," Remus replied. "I trust you."
Peter made a funny little noise and tied the scarf around Remus' head, covering Remus' eyes. "You should. You're safe with me," he whispered.
Remus swallowed his urge to say that Peter couldn't protect him from Death Eaters. It was fortunate he did, because a moment later, Peter's hands were teasing him, ghosting over his chest and sides. Remus reached down to touch Peter, but found his arms bound above him a moment later. "This is for you," Peter murmured, and started to lick Remus' chest again.
It was amazing how not being able to see or touch Peter made every stroke of Peter's tongue feel more amazing than it usually did. Each touch and nip was unexpected, and it didn't take long for Remus to lose his breath, tugging against his restraints, because if he could just touch Peter he would know what was going to happen next.
"Pete," he panted, and Peter hummed, a contented noise, and licked the underside of Remus' cock. "Pete!" Remus gasped, but then Peter's lips were on Remus' stomach again, and Peter's tongue dipped into Remus' navel. Remus gasped and squirmed, and accidentally kicked Peter.
"Ow!" Peter exclaimed.
"Sorry!" Remus gasped. "I can't see where you-- Oh, God!"
Peter took Remus fully into his mouth before Remus could even finish his sentence, and Remus squirmed, but tried to keep still so he wouldn't hurt Peter again.
The warm wetness slid over his cock, and Remus whimpered, only able to imagine the way Peter might look, thin lips circling him, his tongue snaking along his shaft. Remus rocked his hips a little, and Peter moaned. Remus' already heightened senses went ablaze at the vibration around his cock, and he jerked at his bindings one last time before he came.
Peter coughed, but managed to swallow, or at least Remus didn't feel his come sliding back down his prick when he pulled away. He felt Peter shift away a little, and the room went quiet outside of Remus' laboured breathing.
Remus' heart slowed until it was only a dull thump against his ribs. "Peter?" he asked, when he could speak again.
"Moony."
"What are you doing?"
Peter didn't answer at first, and Remus licked his lips, shifting a little. His fingers curled around the magical ropes that bound him, and Remus brought his knees up a bit.
"Looking at you," Peter finally whispered, sounding a little embarrassed. "Want to fuck you like this."
Remus' body, which had been cooling down, went hot again at the suggestion. "Yes," he whispered, and then Peter was guiding his legs up. He could feel the heat of Peter's body over him when Peter leaned down, and then his entrance was slick with the spell he'd taught Peter so long ago.
It was a slow push that Peter entered Remus with, and Remus felt himself stretched and filled. He shifted and wrapped his legs around Peter when Peter started to move, and kissed back too late when Peter's mouth pressed against his, not having seen it coming. He caught up to the kiss after a moment, though, and Peter's thrusts started to come more rhythmically. It was perfect, being with Peter like this. Remus felt complete, even when their lives were crashing around them.
Peter whimpered against his mouth, and trailed his lips over Remus' jaw and shoulder. "Remus," he whispered. "Remus, Remus. You're so good."
"Mmm," Remus hummed, "Pete." He could anticipate Peter's thrusts with his legs over Peter's hips, so he expected it when Peter sped up. Still, he curled his fingers around the bindings tighter. "Kiss me again," he requested, and Peter did.
Fingers dug into Remus' hips, bracing Remus against Peter's increasingly demanding thrusts. Remus' body felt alive as Peter drove into him, and they both panted and whimpered and moaned as Peter raced to his completion, Remus' name on his lips when he stilled and came.
When Peter collapsed against him, skin hot and damp, he didn't pull out. He wrapped his arms around Remus as best he could and held him. Remus relaxed in his bindings and listened to the sound of Peter breathing, relishing the feel of Peter's hot breath against his chest.
"I'm so lucky you love me," Peter whispered. He sounded near tears and a moment later, Remus felt wetness dripping onto his chest.
"Pete," Remus whispered and tugged against his restraints, wanting to get his arms around Peter. "Let me go."
Peter sat up, pulling out of Remus, and wiped the wetness off Remus' chest. He sniffled. "I'm sorry."
The ropes went away and Remus pushed the scarf off his eyes, but when he looked at Peter, Peter had wiped the wetness from his face and was just gazing at Remus sadly.
"Don't be sorry," Remus whispered, and held out his arms to invite Peter back down, wanting to hold him. Peter complied and Remus kissed his hair. "You've been so strong. It's okay to cry."
Part 21