enigmalea (enigmalea) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-25 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: enigmalea, kink: oral sex, kink: prostitution, remus/omc |
LMOM #25: When Greece Meets Rome [Remus/Apollo, NC-17]
Title: When Greece Meets Rome
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1596
Pairing: Remus/Apollo (Original Character)
Kinks: oral sex, prostitution
Challenge: Lusty Month of May (#25)
Note: Apollo was originally created for a vampire RPG that I was in. He's a bartender with a bitch of a past and an obsession with vampires. I don't know what made me think about him when I started writing today's LMOM, but I went with it. Maybe it's because the Remus in my mind and Apollo are both bibliophiles...
"You got any spare change?"
Remus glanced at the direction the question came from and shook his head. "Sorry, no," he said after a moment.
"Well... I'll suck you off for a fiver."
Remus blinked and looked at the owner of the voice... really looked at him. He was shorter than Remus, which made him average height. He had wavy, dirty blond hair worn at shoulder length and deep chocolate brown eyes. He wore black skin-tight leather pants, an old Ramones t-shirt, and a jean jacket. He was handsome, in his own way... and he was young. Too young to be selling himself on the streets. Barely legal, if he were featured in a porn movie.
"How about some tea and something to eat back at my flat? For free." He really didn't have much to offer... he barely had enough for himself, but the thought of this handsome young man out on the streets didn't do anything for his conscience.
The boy blushed and looked around as if he could hardly believe what was happening. He brought his eyes back to Remus and licked his lips. "Yeah... all right," he agreed after a moment. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket and fell in step beside Remus.
"What's your name?" Remus asked after a few moments of walking in silence. They were about fifteen minutes from his flat on foot and he didn't look forward to being quiet the entire way there.
"Name's Apollo," the youth replied.
"Like the Greek god?" Remus asked, surprised that a Muggle would have such a name. Maybe it was an alias. It probably was.
"Yeah. That's him," Apollo said after a beat."Look... I... don't do this often," he added, shame clear in his voice. "I just... I'm between jobs right now... and..."
"No need to explain," Remus said softly. "I'm Remus," he added.
"Like... Romulus' twin?" Apollo asked.
"Exactly," Remus replied. They fell into an easy silence as they began to climb the stairs to his flat. Remus dug for his key in his pocket.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to bring prostitutes back to your flat? They'll rob you blind," Apollo said after a moment.
Remus froze, key in the door and looked at him as if he were insane. "Is that your way of telling me you're going to rob me?"
"No," Apollo replied. "But I could if I wanted to, now."
Remus snorted. "Good. I was starting to think my ability to read people had gone completely out the window." He unlocked the door and let Apollo in, kicking the door shut behind them. "Besides, I asked you to come here, not the other way around. I'd have been more suspicious if you'd done the asking." Apollo nodded, but he was already interested in the bookshelves lining one wall. There were three of them, packed to the brim, and Apollo seemed to be skimming them looking for something interesting. Remus was intrigued. What sort of prostitute was drawn to books?
He shrugged and left Apollo to look as he made his way into the kitchen. There wasn't much in his cupboard, but he pulled together a stir fry of veg and eggs and rice and left over beef from the night before. He turned around to plate the food and nearly jumped out of his skin. Apollo was standing in the doorway, leaning against the jamb with an amused expression on his face. Remus was struck with how much Apollo reminded him of Sirius.
"Have you read all of those books?" Apollo asked.
Remus grabbed the plates he'd been going for and shrugged. "Er... most of them. Some of them I've bought with the intention of getting through and never have."
"The Three Musketeers? A Midsummer's Night Dream? Brave New World? Eclectic taste isn't it?"
He handed Apollo the plates and pointed to the table, before fixing them both glasses of water and joining him. "How do you know it's eclectic?" Remus asked.
Apollo shrugged and tucked in without being told to. His previously open expression was suddenly closed and guarded. It was long minutes before Apollo said softly, "I spent a lot of time in the library after school. My Mum worked."
"Where's your Mum now?" Remus asked. He wasn't trying to pry, really, but if Apollo had a mother he couldn't imagine why the kid wasn't seeking help from her.
"Dead. Committed suicide when I was 15. Stuck a gun in her mouth and pulled the trigger," Apollo explained. It seemed to come out easier than his admission about the library.
"Were you the one who found her?" Remus asked. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Found her? We lived in a station wagon. I was in the back seat asleep when she did it. I woke up when the gun went off," Apollo said darkly. "I tried to put her brains back in... it didn't work."
Remus just stared at him, unable to determine whether he felt pity or horror. As many friends as he'd lost, he couldn't imagine what Apollo had gone through. "I... I'm sorry."
"It was three years ago. I'm over it," Apollo replied, though it was clear he wasn't.
Silence reigned in the flat again, save for the sound of forks scraping against ceramic and glasses contacting with the wooden table. Apollo shifted in his seat. "What do you do, then?"
Now it was Remus' turn to be uncomfortable. He blushed, took a drink of water, and shoved a hand through his hair before thinking about replying. "I'm... uh... between jobs right now."
Apollo's fork hit his plate. "Then what the fuck are you doing feeding me?" he snapped.
"I've got money coming. I just finished editing a friend's book. The money's in the mail," Remus answered truthfully. He'd edited Lockhart's most recent book... rewritten most of it, as usual... before sending it to the publisher. Remus had the Defence knowledge to make Lockhart's books remotely believable. Lockhart paid him well to do it. Who was he to turn down the money?
Apollo snorted. "Yeah... all right," he mumbled.
It was well after they'd finished eating when they finally finished talking. After Remus' admission things between them seemed to relax. Though they were from entirely different worlds and were complete opposites, they shared one thing in common – a love for books. Apollo had a nearly photographic memory and could quote passages from his favourites.
They'd both had hard lives, though Remus had at least had some periods of stability and contentment, and Apollo's seemed to be one long stream of misfortune. It was getting late and Remus couldn't help but ask one last question. "Do... you have somewhere to stay?"
Apollo shrugged. "I can find a place..."
"You can stay here. No strings attached."
There was a long pause before Apollo crossed to Remus and kissed him softly. "Remus, you have to be the kindest man I know. You have to let me repay you... the only way I can."
Remus froze and shook his head. "No. That wasn't what this was about."
"I know... that's why I want to give it to you," Apollo replied. He pulled Remus into his embrace, and kissed him again, his tongue prying open Remus' lips.
For once in his life Remus stopped thinking and just acted. His hands slid to Apollo's waist, guiding the young man to his bedroom. They fell together, naked, a tangle of limbs. They pushed against one another, joined cock to cock and lip to lip. They rolled, each trying to gain the upper ground. And then Apollo was on top and he slid down Remus' body and tongued his nipple.
Remus gasped, tangling his fingers into Apollo's long locks. Apollo licked and kissed and bit at the flesh on Remus' body, leaving bruising skin. It made the wolf howl. And then Apollo's lips were around his cock, and he was sucking. Remus moaned deeply and thrust... and that was his mistake.
Apollo seemed to take his thrust as a personal assault, and he growled deep in his throat. He pulled away from Remus' cock and licked up it's length, before taking the entire thing into his mouth. He pulled off an instant later, swirling his tongue around the tip and down the side. On and on it went, licking, sucking, kissing, but never maintaining a rhythm. It overloaded Remus' senses. He didn't know when the thrust... and he had no idea what was coming next. It was too much.
And then Apollo was massaging his balls, and Remus exploded. It took a moment from his to realise that Apollo has swallowed him deep into his throat and that the warmth was not just his come, but Apollo's sweet, sweet mouth as well. Remus collapsed back against the bed, panting, sweating, dizzy from sensation.
"Fuck... Apollo... that was... amazing," Remus mumbled. His limbs were heavy, and he wasn't sure he could move.
Apollo smirked. "Yeah, I know," he said, slinking up Remus' naked body to stretch out beside him. His hard cock pressed into Remus' hip and Remus reached down to take care of him. Apollo smacked his hand. "Wait. You can take care of that in the morning."
Remus nodded numbly. "Yeah... all right," he sighed. His hand slid down Apollo's back, his finger tracing the bizarre vampire skull tattoo placed just above his right arse cheek. Remus wondered what that was about as he slowly drifted to sleep.