LMOM: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 30
Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 30 Author: KateKintail Rating: R to NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Obi-Wan Kinks: 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: 3,495 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!
Part 30
When: Long, long ago Where: A galaxy far, far away
Remus stood with his back against the slightly curved walls of the TARDIS. It felt different than it had when he’d had his shirt off, and he closed his eyes, trying to commit it to memory. This whole month had been so incredible that Remus was terrified of forgetting it.
The Doctor came over and stood beside Remus. “You’re quiet.”
Remus shrugged.
“I’m not a mind reader.”
Remus smiled. “Sorry. I was just thinking about how wonderful this has been. I suppose you’ll be taking me back now?”
The Doctor rested a hand on Remus’ shoulder. “Do you want to go back?”
Remus nodded. “I want to. And I should. But more importantly, I have to. It’s been a month. It’s time for my transformation. I can feel it coming on already.”
Thoughtfully, the Doctor suggested, “What about one more trip first?”
“Doctor, I know you’ve dealt with werewolves before and you think you know me well by now- in fact, I’m sure you do. But when I transform, I’m no longer in my right mind. I’d kill anyone, even you, and not think twice. I become a dark creature, a monster. I’m too dangerous. I have to go back and get locked up.”
“I understand.” The Doctor squeezed Remus’ shoulder. “But your transformation’s not until tonight, right?” He smiled… and Remus smiled back.
*
The TARDIS wasn’t incredibly steady in sand. The Doctor circled around it from the outside, giving its position a good look. Then, apparently deciding it was stable enough, he suggested they head into town. They were about a quarter of a mile outside town, just around a sand dune. There was sand everywhere, actually. Even the buildings in town were made from a dark composite of it. It swept through town on the breeze, and Remus felt his eyes prickle.
“Takes some getting used to, I imagine,” said the Doctor, fanning his hand in front of his face as though to direct the ultra-fine sand particles away. The rest of the place took some getting used to, too, in fact. Nothing looked too appetizing, and there seemed to be such a variety of fare out for sale that Remus didn’t know what kind of aliens were meant to eat what. He saw few humanoids buying anything in the way of food and decided he wasn’t really as hungry as his stomach told him he was. He completely ignored the fact that he was usually ravenous on the day leading up to the full moon. He presumed the main reason for the unappetizingness of it all was probably how everything took on a yellowish tint, as if the suns- and there were two of them- gave off hazy yellow light.
The Doctor bought them bandana-type things to help keep the sand out of their noses and mouths when the gusts picked up. And the beverage he selected when they ventured into an establishment tasted tart and strongly alcoholic. Remus went for what he thought was a bowl of peanuts on the bar, only to find whatever was in the bowl was slightly alive. He decided against those quite quickly.
Tatooine was not the wonderful last trip Remus had envisioned- especially not after such places like New York City, Camelot, Narnia, and Middle Earth under his belt.
“I have a few things to see to,” the Doctor said, when they’d finished their quiet drink together- for neither wanted to discuss what needed to be discussed between them. “I trust you can poke around on your own for a few hours?”
Remus nodded. There was enough to see, Remus had to give the place that. He’d already spotted at least two dozen different species. And it was just as busy and diverse as the space station he, Vince, and the Doctor had visited. So if nothing else, Remus felt he could spend a few hours alien-watching.
“Just watch out for the Sand People. I hear they’re to be avoided.”
“What are Sand People?”
It was a perfectly logical question, but the Doctor chuckled at it. “People made of sand? I have absolutely no idea, actually.”
Remus chuckled with him, glad for a little levity. “I’ll be sure to watch out for them, then. Ta.”
Feeling slightly buzzed, Remus finished up his drink and left the bar before he was tempted to order another just to retain the safety and security of a place to sit. He wandered through the streets, looking at the shop displays and signs written in all sorts of alien languages he shouldn’t have been able to read. Remus wondered if, after his trips with the Doctor, he would retain the TARDIS’s translation assistance. He hoped so. He didn’t mind languages but there were so many in the wizarding world he really had no hope of learning them all properly.
After a while, Remus got the notion to return to the TARDIS and see what the Doctor was up to. No one had thrown himself at Remus- and, to be honest, he didn’t even know what gender most of these aliens were, let alone if their parts were compatible with his or not- so he decided it might be best just to head back.
When he got to the spot where he thought they had parked the TARDIS, however, Remus found no sign at all of the blue police box. He studied the sand, trying to discern a square that might have once held it, but he couldn’t even find that. No footprints, either, leading to or away, except for the ones he’d just made. Remus turned around, looking at the trail of his footprints in the sand. But a small wind picked up and shifted the sand, covering them slightly already.
Remus could have found his way back to town easily enough, if not for the blunt end of a spear jabbing into his side. Remus looked over to see a small something-or-other wearing sand-colored robes and a dark brown mask completely obscuring its face, with elongated goggles for eyes. This, Remus supposed far too late, was most likely a Sand Person. It brayed at him like a donkey, and Remus could sort of make it out in his hand. It was suspicious of him and wanted to know what he was doing that. Remus could hardly have said he was on the search for a blue, public police call box from 1950’s London.
And because he said nothing in answer, it seemed only appropriate for the Sand Person to hit him with some sort of laser gun. The blast struck his leg and Remus howled and crumpled to the ground, trying to think of something to say. But before he could say it, two things happened. First, he heard what sounded like a stampede but what was really a group of Sand People heading straight for him. And, second, he lost consciousness.
Remus opened his eyes, letting the darkness slowly ebb away, to see some full-sized figure dancing in front of him. There were pretty colors- blues and reds- and a sharp hum of something. As soon as Remus realized it wasn’t a dance but a fight, Remus tried to pull his wand out. But he slipped away again before he could do anything. He tried to push the darkness off, but it was too much for him.
*
Remus opened his eyes again, expecting more of the same- the sand and the fight- but instead found himself in a bed. It wasn’t like Giles’ bed where he felt instantly at home. It wasn’t even like Will’s bed on board the ship where he’d at least felt comfortable while recuperating from seasickness. It was small and uncomfortable, like a blanket on a piece of board and a bundle of cloth as a pillow.
Immediately, Remus remembered what had happened and he looked down to his leg only to see it was bandaged up neatly with bright white, clean bandages.
“You’ll be able to use it,” said a soft voice. “But it will take a little while to heal up. Luckily, the Tuskin’s blaster was on the lowest setting, or you would have lost it.”
Remus flashed for a moment on Cyrus’s wooden lower leg and felt immediately grateful that this month he’d been lucky so many times.
A man walked into the small bedroom with a cup in his hands. He wore brown robes not entirely unlike those of the Sand People, but they were much finer and much more a uniform than anything else. “How’s your head? Do you remember your name?”
Remus nodded. “I’m Remus Lupin.”
“And the year?”
Remus hesitated. It was 1984 in his time, but this planet’s time? He had no idea. “I remember,” Remus answered, hoping that would suffice. “But what happened? Where am I? Who are you?”
The man pulled a chair over and sat down by Remus’ bedside. “You can call me Ben Kenobi. I found you out there and brought you to my home. It’s not so far from where you were. But what were you doing out there without a speeder or transportation of some sort? The sands are vast.”
Remus knew that last part without having to have been told. “I was looking for a friend of mine. We were supposed to meet up later.” And suddenly, Remus was in a panic. “How long was I out?”
“Only half an hour or so,” Ben said reassuringly. “Here, have some water. It’s not cold, I’m afraid, but if you were out there for any length of time, you might be a bit dehydrated.”
He handed the cup over to Remus, who didn’t like the look of the brownish liquid within. But he was thirsty and the alcohol he’d had probably wasn’t helping his situation. It tasted like dirty water, and Remus’ sensitive taste buds detected all kinds of things that shouldn’t have been in it. But it was unmistakably water and Remus was glad for it, down to the very last drop.
“Maybe you should stay here until you’ve recovered?” Ben suggested.
Remus shook his head. It would be mid-day now, according to his calculations. In a little more than a handful of hours, Remus would be a wolf. He needed to get going. He needed to find the Doctor. Remus sat up, hand to his head to keep the sudden, overpowering dizziness within. Then Remus felt the man’s warm hand on his, and Remus froze.
“You should stay until you feel better,” said Ben.
Remus nodded. He needed to stay. He needed the man in bed with him, as well. “I should stay until I feel better,” Remus repeated. Then he blinked and snapped out of whatever he’d been in. “Actually, I can think of something that would make me feel much better.”
“Can you?” And now it was Ben’s turn to seem captivated. He moved close, hovering over the bed. “What’s that?”
Remus reached up and grabbed the man. He kissed him hard and pulled back, hope in his eyes. Ben rubbed his beard and licked his lips. “Remus, I’m afraid it’s been a while for me. I might not be the best-” Remus kissed him again, and Ben kissed back, and it was glorious. When Remus released him, Ben was grinning. “Forget what I said. Just kiss me again.” Laughing, Remus did just that.
Ben rolled onto the small bed with Remus, wrapping his arms around the man. It might have been a long time for Ben, but this was like riding a broomstick… or whatever they rode here on Tatooine. It came rushing back, and Ben moved with smooth, graceful confidence.
Their clothes seemed to fly off in their haste to touch each other. And Remus shivered with pleasure as Ben’s hand caressed him, sliding gently from shoulder to hip, where it paused respectfully for a moment before sliding down to thigh and back up to Remus’ cock. Just the mere touch of Ben’s skin against his made Remus yearn for it. He was already horny, obviously in heat, so it didn’t take much. But this was beyond what Remus had hoped for.
Ben was strong. His body was perfection. And his cock felt fantastic against Remus’ body. He was older than Remus by a few years, certainly, and Remus was so enthralled with this handsome man that he could not imagine Ben looking any better in his prime.
Remus loved the way Ben touched him- with so much care and awareness. However, Remus couldn’t get enough of the way their bodies fit together. Ben lay on top of him, caressing, rubbing, weighing Remus down. Remus rubbed his cheek against Ben’s shoulder and hugged him close. Ben hugged him back and spread his legs in invitation.
Remus could hardly wait to get inside. When he did, it was amazing. Remus wanted to pull out just so he could go back in again. He felt silly at first, but Ben’s body reacted beautifully from Remus’ thrusts, and then Remus couldn’t stop thrusting.
Not long into it, Remus felt a sort of glow rise up inside him. The sensation made his whole body feel at one with not just Ben but the room and everything in it from the bed to the air. It was magical, incredible, encompassing. Just then, as everything seemed to melt into him, Remus realized the two of them were no longer on the bed.
At first, Remus worried that he’d done it unintentionally with a wandless spell. But then he caught sight of Ben’s concentration and knew. Yet Ben didn’t look like he was using a lot of energy to keep them afloat in mid-air, several feet from the bed, from the ground. Instead, it looked like he was so caught up in the sex he didn’t know what was happening. In fact, he seemed utterly oblivious to the fact that other things were lifting up into the air as well.
Remus watched as a boot flew past, joining a small ball and the cup from earlier as they spun around the room in a large circle, with the two men in the middle. At first, Remus was wary of them, not wanting them to hit him. But then he realized they were moving along with him, moving along with what was building in the room.
He couldn’t describe it; he couldn’t even understand it. All he knew was that if they didn’t keep fucking, everything was likely to fall-including them- and the world would most likely end. And not just the world, this planet, but the entire universe and time itself. Everything was linked. And he and Ben were at the very center of it all.
Remus thrust up into the man, then decided it would be easier if he were on top. He rolled them over as easily as if they were in water. They moved fluidly, the air beneath holding them up as if they were too light for it. But Remus’ movement that had set them in motion couldn’t be stopped. They continued to spin in place, and Remus continued to thrust- sometimes on top, sometimes on the bottom.
The two men clung to each other, not daring to separate. Remus couldn’t believe he’d even thought about escaping this trip without fucking. How would he have lasted? And how could he have missed this? It was incredible, like all the heat inside him was burning up and filling the room with such a wonderful feeling. It was as if Ben were in heat, too, and so was the cup and the other objects zooming around. It was all part of it- the sand, the town, even the Doctor and the TARDIS wherever they were.
Remus’ whole body screamed with pleasure when the last bit slipped from him. His orgasm was strong and brilliant, but smooth, like an extension of the build-up, not the final result. Ben came, as well, and drops of cum fell from between the two of them onto the floor and the bed below.
When they were done, Remus hesitated to pull out, in case their physical bond was the reason for the levitating. He spoke a few words, hoping he had energy left for a wandless spell. The objects spinning around the room gently settled themselves down, followed by Remus and Ben. They touched down on the uncomfortable bed and Remus sighed deeply, hugging the man once more before separating.
“What are you?” the man asked Remus, as soon as he could find words.
“What am I?” Remus laughed. He located his wand in his trouser pocket. “You’re the one who started that.”
“And you got us down again. You can use the Force.”
Remus shook his head. “Magic.” But even as he shook his head, he wondered if they were just words for the same thing.
Remus used his wand to clean them up, and Ben waved his hand to summon their shed clothes to them. “Thanks, Ben.” The man didn’t react. “That’s not your real name, is it?”
Ben looked up at once. “Yes it…” he trailed off. “Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he said, sticking his hand out.
Remus laughed and shook it. It was strange to meet someone he’d just made love to while turning in mid-air. “Why the fake name that you’re obviously not used to using?”
Ben- Obi-Wan- hesitated, then took a deep breath. “Come with me and I’ll show you.”
After dressing, Obi-Wan took Remus to a small scooter-like thing he had by his home. They climbed on, with helmets and goggles to keep the sand off. And Obi-Wan explained as they tore off across the sands. Or, at least, the important parts.
“So after all that, you settled here to watch over him?” Remus asked, loud enough to be heard over the speeder.
“That’s right,” Obi-Wan called back to him. They were in sight of a house and Obi-Wan stopped the speeder far short. He sighed deeply. Then he handed a pair of what turned out to be binoculars to Remus. “Can you see them?”
It took Remus a few minutes to locate them through the binoculars and then get them into focus. But then he saw a young man and woman pushing a small boy around on what looked like a toy ship. It hovered only a few centimeters from the ground, and didn’t go at quickly, but the boy was laughing as though he was having the time of his life. He was only a few years old- four at the most, and an eerie feeling crept over Remus. “Luke looks like he’s having fun.”
Obi-Wan shrugged. “He has no idea what his parents went through, what the Jedi Order went through. He doesn’t know anything about who he really is. He doesn’t even know about the Force. It’s in him, though, strong in him like his father. So I’m here, watching over him until it’s time for him to know, until he comes into his powers.”
“And those people?”
“The only family he’s got, and just barely. His uncle and aunt. But they don’t know anything of the force.” Obi-Wan took another deep breath and let it out loudly. “But he’s safe with them. And, Force-willing, he’ll stay that way so long as I stay in hiding.”
“And remember that you’ve changed your name?”
Obi-Wan laughed. “That’s right.”
Obi-Wan watched the scene for a little longer, then started the speeder back up. They took off at high speeds towards town. Remus was reminded of riding behind Sirius on that flying motorcycle of his. He smiled at the memory and closed his eyes, feeling the wind slapping his cheeks.
“What in the world…?”
Remus opened his eyes and saw what he’d been looking for in the first place. “That’s it! Stop there, if you could, please?”
Obi-Wan pulled over beside the TARDIS and the Doctor. “Couldn’t find you in town,” the Doctor said. “Thought you might have come back.” He smiled at Remus and Remus’ companion. “And here you are.”
Remus kissed Obi-Wan, and felt something- the Force, magic, whatever it was- build between them. Remus was tempted, and there was no denying that. But he knew now what he had to do and this wasn’t where he belonged. So he broke off the kiss with a smaller kiss, and pulled back with a sigh. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” Obi-Wan nodded towards the Doctor, then sped away.
Remus took a last look at the world. Suddenly the two suns weren’t quite so bright and the sand wasn’t so hard. Then he followed the Doctor inside. The man was already fiddling with some of the controls.
“Doctor?”
The Doctor raised his head with a curious, “Hmm?”
“I know this is cutting it close, but I have an hour or two left and I was wondering if we could make just one more stop?”