lmom 5
Title: Happy Birthday Rating: nc17 Pairing: Remus/? Wordcount: 977 Kink(s): anonymous sex, rough sex, dub-con, non-con. (it's rape fantasy, so i'm not sure exactly how to label it. Challenge: LMOM 2009 Summary: Remus wakes up knowing something is wrong. Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/? - immobility/petrification - probably counts as non-con if it's just like 'oh look, a petrified person *gropes*...although you could make it consensual i suppose :) either way, remus-or-his-someone are petrified"
Remus woke up with the feeling something was wrong. The closed curtains left the area pitch black, so he drowsily reached for his wand to cast a Lumos. At least, his brain sent the signal to his arm, but he didn't move. He tried again, this time thinking more clearly 'I need to pick up my wand' but still his arm didn't go.
He was now completely awake, and scared. Why couldn't he move his arms? He heard a rustle of fabric and tried to look for who it was, but his neck wouldn't move either. He attempted to ask who it was, but neither his lips nor his tongue moved.
The bed creaked as whomever it was sat down. The room got colder as the blankets were pushed to one side and colder still as the person gave a tug at his flannel bottoms and his arse was exposed. The person touched him like he was a doll, heaving at his waist to get the fabric stuck between the bed and his stomach out. Remus realised as his limbs followed stiffly it was probably a petrificus totalus. His limbs were stiff as a board, not bending at all in the awkward placement, but he wasn't paralysed, he could feel everything.
He heard the 'whock' of someone gathering their spit, and his heart began to race. Without any warning besides the gut feeling he'd woken with, the person shoved two fingers into him. Remus tried to scream, tried until his ears hurt and his head rang with noise but no sound escaped him. The fingers burned inside him despite the wetness, and he wished with all his might he could turn over and clock the intruder, get his wand and hex the bastard.
The person rocked the fingers in and out of him, and though he tried to ignore it, how could he? The rough movement had just begun to hurt less when the person stopped and the fingers left him. Another 'whock' and Remus stomach quaked. He felt the warm head of a cock against his arsehole, then with one quick movement it was shoved into him and Remus let out the loudest scream of the night and he still made no noise.
The man spoke, a whisper quiet enough to not make the other Gryffindors wake up. "You like this?"
Thinking, desperately trying to ignore the sensation, he wondered how long whomever it was watched until he was in the perfect position. Remus always went to sleep on his side, always woke up on his stomach. To have access to him, he would have had to wait until Remus had rolled over.
Then the man started to thrust back and forth. With each movement he changed his angle minutely, occasionally hitting a place inside Remus' arse that made his body sing. It made it worse, somehow, that he could like it.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the man stopped. He climbed off of Remus and shut the curtains tightly against the sliver of moonlight. From outside the fabric wall, Remus heard him mutter something. Remus experimented and could move his tongue, which meant the spell was off. It was too late, there was no point in screaming now. He reached backwards and gingerly touched his arsehole. His fingers came away dry; there was no blood, but there was no semen either. After all that, the man hadn't even come.
He didn't have enough courage, but he wondered which one it had been. If he got up and checked each bed, one roommate would still be awake, staring absently into the canopy. He would know, if he looked. But he didn't really want to know.
One of the best, but simultaneously more irritating things about James and Peter and Sirius was their ability to completely lack morals if needed. Each birthday since third year, each celebratory flagon of firewhiskey had contained a tablespoon of veritiserum. After they were sure the recipient had drunk enough of the potion to tell the truth, and enough of the alcohol to not feel embarrassed about the truth, they'd be asked what they really wanted for their birthday. Sometimes you'd find yourself saying something you didn't expect, like in his third year he'd wanted someone to love him for what he was.
The three always did their best to fulfill the wish, even if it was distasteful. In fifth year, Remus had plucked a hair from Lily's head and Sirius had made the potion so Peter could polyjuice into Lily so James could have sex with the girl he was infatuated with. That's why when Remus had spilled his wish for this year, he'd been sure that it would happen. He didn't know when, and he didn't know who it would be, but it would happen.
I wish someone would molest me. Even with the alcohol, he'd blushed. What kind of person wanked to the idea of someone shoving him against a brick wall and hurting him? James and Peter and Sirius had been a bit stunned, but they hadn't said anything ridiculing, or revealing that they were disgusted.
No, he didn't want to know which one of them had done it. It would take away from the fantasy. If he knew which one of them had immobilized him and fucked him, he'd only be able to imagine them the next time he wanked. And it might even ruin the fantasy, because if it was James he'd probably apologise, and Peter would blush, and Sirius would cough and scratch his scalp awkwardly. He'd known them for too long to not imagine them realistically, even in wanking fodder.
He hadn't even wanted the Marauder to speak, too afraid that he'd recognise the voice. But whichever one it was had known better, because those few words shot straight to his cock. You like this? Fuck yes.