gala_apples (gala_apples) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-03 18:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: gala_apples, kink: face shot, kink: fetish (any), kink: first time, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/lucius |
Title: Never tell them they're right.
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Lucius, mentions of James/Lily
Wordcount: 892
Kink(s): hair fetish, first time, wanking, facials
Challenge: LMOM 2009
Summary: With a pile of information from James and Sirius, Remus ends up looking for what he really wants.
Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/lucius - remus really likes lucius' hair"
James and Sirius would kill him if they found out. Which was funny, considering it was as least as much their fault as Remus’.
Stupid sodding James. Always commenting on Lily’s hair. Any other straight man, it would be breasts or arse or legs or even face. Who knew, there might actually be a man somewhere that truly cared about the beautiful blue eyes he told the woman they had.
But not James. All he cared about was Lily’s hair. The smell, apparently Lily used strawberry shampoo that was –at least according to James- heavenly. The colour; a red that sung of Gryffindor pride and bravery, a permanent pride accessory. The length; even before his infatuation with Lily, James refused to date girls with short hair. It wasn’t that he was against the feminist movement, he said, he just liked women to look like women, not women that wanted to be men.
But his favourite thing was texture. All three had heard enough blowjob stories to know Lily’s hair was soft and sensual against James’ thighs. It was enough to make Remus want to seek out a bloke with long hair, assuming he ever found another gay boy in the first place.
And Sirius was no better. Stupid bloody Sirius, with his stories. Sirius maintained that the entire family of Blacks, and everybody they associated with were evil. Degenerate, despicable people only good for Azkaban.
Now, Remus had no doubt that some were bad characters. But the last time he had heard people refer to a group as unquestionably evil, it was a new upstart in the ministry, Dolores Umbridge, talking about the need to control half-beasts like werewolves. And the last time he had heard the word degenerate, it was out of the lips of his disgusted mum in reference to those filthy homosexuals.
So was it any question that Remus wanted to meet some of these people and talk to them himself? Knowing full well that people wouldn’t find werewolves or homosexuals evil if they just talked to him, of course he wanted to give a few of the Blacks a second chance.
In the end though, James and Sirius both proved right. Like always, James and Sirius were right. Not that those words would pass his lips, not that they ever had in the past. That wasn’t something males admitted to each other, it interfered with the constant power struggle even best mates had. And besides that, if James and Sirius ever happened to be told they were right, it would just make them more insistent with all their other ideas.
Having attempted to talk to the family and friends, he’d learnt Bellatrix was a crazy bitch, Regulus was arrogant to a much higher and more annoying degree then Sirius, and Narcissa was exactly as her name described, completely narcissistic. But Lucius, Narcissa’s boyfriend, was the worst. He was rude, arrogant, and apparently actually believed that purebloods had a right to do whatever they wanted.
One of the rights Lucius thought he had was to engage in sex with whomever he wanted. The way he came on to Remus, Remus suspected if he hadn’t been willing, he would have been forced. It was a huge clue to the type of person Lucius really was, but at the same time he was the first queer Remus had met. It would have been practically criminal had he had the chance to get off, and not taken it.
And that’s where James had ended up being right as well. Because when Lucius decided to return the orgasm, and knelt at Remus’ feet, it really did make a difference to the sensation to have the blond hair lightly striking his thighs. Before Remus could enjoy coming down another bloke’s throat for the first time, the bastard pulled away. Haughty, even with pink swollen lips, Lucius declared he wasn’t interested in swallowing the leavings of a Gryffindor. Remus ignored him, spitting on his hand before beginning to wank. He was damned if he wasn’t going to orgasm.
The heat pooling in his groin, the grip that got tighter as he began to lose control of himself, nothing about having sex with someone else was different then handling himself. Having an idea that it would piss off the Slytherin, but not really caring, Remus didn’t bother to warn Lucius before he came. The white ribbons landed all over Lucius, spattering his face, wetting his hair. It began to slowly drip down the blond strands, and the image in front of him made his cock twitch with a second, more watery stream.
Remus dropped to his knees and tried to kiss the Malfoy. He wanted to taste his come on someone else’s lips, he wanted to lick it off Lucius’ cheeks and massage it into his hair until it was dried and crusty and undignified. Malfoy shoved him away and pulled on his school robe. Before walking away, he threatened Remus with death and dismemberment if he ever talked. Remus wondered if James ever had to put up with threats from Lily after a good session, and wondered if he could find someone else to have sex with that wouldn’t hate him as a person. Most of all he wondered how he would manage not agreeing with James and Sirius the next time they started raving.