Summer Born (summerborn) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-09 23:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: summerborn, kink: public sex, kink: voyeurism, remus/omc |
LMOM #9: Bits of Blue and Gold (R)
Title: Bits of Blue and Gold (9 of 31)
Author: summerborn
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/OMC with Remus and Draco as voyeurs
Kink: Voyeurism, public sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Author Notes: Some will call this AU since Remus (and others, later) are alive post-war. For me, it is canon through HBP. You may wish to start at the beginning of the story.
Word count this episode: 1100
They went down a flight of stairs, and then David knocked on a nondescript door, waited for a muffled "Enter," and held the door open for Remus. He didn't come in after him, which Remus noticed with a faint surprise, and then turned his attention to the young man sitting on a stool in what was quite obviously a fully stocked and impressively laid out potions laboratory, with counters lining the walls and a single long table taking up most of the center of the room.
When Remus saw who was making potions in this lab, he couldn't help asking aloud, "Draco Malfoy?"
"Just a minute, Professor," the former Slytherin said. He was adding a thick raspberry-colored liquid into a boiling cauldron. After a moment he stopped and stood, taking off his gloves and laying them carelessly on the countertop.
"Thank you for meeting with me," he said, not seeming surprised at all to find Remus still alive after being reported dead during the war. But then again, Remus realized, he'd probably seen Remus' memories.
"I admit," Remus said warily, "I didn't think I had much choice."
Draco raised an eyebrow, but otherwise his face didn't change. "I hope David hasn't been misrepresenting the nature of our business relationship," he said. "Please, won't you have a seat? Not as comfortable as the rooms upstairs, but they do the job." He gestured to the stools.
Remus took a seat. "I haven't been a professor for a decade, Draco. Call me Remus. If you'll allow me the question, what exactly is the nature of our business relationship?"
"It's simple. You have become one of my suppliers, and I process your raw materials into finished goods for the consumption of my clients." Draco leaned against the nearest worktable. "Since tonight is your first commission for us, I'd like to review it with you so we can go over a few things."
A quick glance around the room showed Remus a Pensieve here as well, this one plain and unadorned, sitting on one end of the table in the center of the room. "What sort of things?"
Draco waved a hand. "There are ways of beginning and ending the memory that make our job easier when it comes to the processing. Also not everyone has a good feel for when, exactly, to start and end the memory. I can make sure you know what we want."
Remus smiled. "I see. You're the director."
"The what?"
"A Muggle term for one of the people who create motion pictures, the one who says what the actors should do and where the cameras should be."
Draco looked at him. Remus gazed back levelly. The boy was older since the war, obviously, but he also looked much healthier than the last time Remus had seen him. His face had lost some of its gauntness, his eyes that haunted look that had been in all the newspapers.
"If you say so," Draco said at last. "Shall we?"
-:-
Entering a Pensieve with someone else was odd. Remus couldn't remember doing such a thing before, but Draco seemed to show no hesitation in taking Remus' arm and tipping them both headfirst into the swirling surface of the liquid in the Pensieve.
They arrived in Nicholas' flat, just as he was announcing to the memory-Remus that he was tired of sitting around inside on such a beautiful night.
"All right," memory-Remus said pleasantly. "What would you like to do instead?"
Draco let go of Remus' arm but didn't move any further away. "Yes, this is exactly what I mean," he said, watching the scene unfolding before him with interest. "I've no doubt David didn't tell you much about starting the sequence of action, probably because you came in on the research project, but there are a few things you can do."
Remus watched as the two men in the memory gathered jackets and scarves. There was a small pang in his chest when he saw the way Nicholas laughed and cajoled memory-Remus out of his habits, into the wild night air, but he listened to what Draco had to say.
"Obviously," Draco went on, as they followed the other two out of the door, "the part we're interested in takes place elsewhere. For our purposes, it's usually better to start and end the memory in one place. That way our patrons don't have to move around to keep up with what's going on."
Remus could see the logic in that. It was odd, walking through what he knew was a chilly London night, without feeling any of the cold himself.
It was dark when they reached the park, darker than Remus remembered.
"Excellent," Draco said, stopping Remus some ways back of where the two in the memory had left the path. "So many of our memories are brightly lit; I can't tell you how difficult it is to get an interesting mix of scenes. And it's not as though we can change the lighting." He peered into the shadows to watch as Nicholas kissed the memory-Remus, their bodies molding together underneath the trees.
Remus found himself a little discomfited by watching himself while standing next to someone else watching, especially a former student. Especially knowing what was coming next.
"I meant to ask about that," he said, grasping onto Draco's last words. "The editing is amazing. I had no idea you were so good at Legilimency."
Draco gave him a sideways glance. "I'm not," he said. "But I'm learning. It's not very difficult to hide the true identity of people in the memory, of course, but to not leave any trace of the changes is impressive."
The two in the memory were getting more passionate. Any other time, Remus would have been happy to watch, as Nicholas really was enthusiastic as a lover, and the way he were beginning to bare parts of his body as he and memory-Remus lay down on the leaf-covered grass was tantalizing.
It was also impossible to focus solely on his discussion with Draco, as the boy was studying the movement of the lovers intently, very clearly interested in the scene. Purely for aesthetic reasons, Remus was sure.
"If it wasn't you," Remus began, but Draco held up a hand.
"Hang on," he said. "I'm trying to watch. We'll talk more in a moment or two."
Remus was reasonably sure the lovers would be more than a moment or two, even if the details were fuzzy in his head, but he obligingly turned his attention to the two under the trees and was quiet.
Continued in part 10.