LMOM #10: Bits of Blue and Gold (R) Title: Bits of Blue and Gold (10 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: 625
Remus was lying on his back on a cloak spread across the park's grassy carpet, his eyes closed in pleasure as Nicholas knelt between his legs, sliding his wet fingers into Remus in preparation.
"This is good," Draco said as he watched the two men together. "Do you have more like this?"
A wave of possessiveness swept over the real Remus. He would part with no more memories of Nicholas, good or bad. He cherished the intimate moments, such as they were witnessing now, and the difficult moments equally. He would never let go of Nicholas saying goodbye, no matter how it hurt to recall, any more than he would give up the memory of the day the met, in a Muggle record store, each looking for the last copy of John Coltrane.
More like this?, Draco had asked, as if it was a given that Remus would sell them if he had them. The possessiveness burnt hotter, until Remus had to catch hold of his anger and throttle it, had to clench his fists and deliberately relax them again. Even then, he was unable to keep it entirely from his voice.
"No," he said abruptly. "No more. Get me out of here."
Draco looked at him questioningly, then glanced toward the lovers.
"Oh god," Nicholas groaned at that point. He was answered by a low-throated growl, one Remus could remember him saying was a major turn-on.
Remus grabbed Draco's arm and hauled him away. He made it a few steps before Draco recovered from his surprise and pulled his arm out of Remus' grasp, and Remus let him. He was already regretting putting a hand on the younger man, who really hadn't done anything wrong. He was running a business, after all.
"Get me out of here," Remus repeated. Draco's gaze was wary, but he drew his wand and said a single spell. The next thing Remus knew, they were standing, shoulders touching, in front of the basin.
Remus drew a shuddering breath and took a step back, away from the Pensieve. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't think I can do this any more. He thought of paying off his landlord and a few other things, and said with great reluctance, "You can keep this one, at whatever the going rate was, if you want it."
Draco looked actually worried. "Let's talk this over," he started to say, but Remus interrupted.
"I'm tired of talking about it," he said. "I always knew there were some things I wouldn't do for money, but it wasn't until today that I realized there are things I won't sell, either. I'm sorry."
"I understand," Draco said. "If you like, we can set you up to withdraw your memories in a room with a Pensieve, so that you can view them again before they are edited. That way you won't have completely lost them."
Remus considered. That had been his first thought after taking this memory out, after all. But it wasn't the same, standing in front of himself and Nicholas, watching their lovemaking. He couldn't remember the way it felt. He closed his eyes for a moment and thought back to the first time he'd stayed over at Nicholas' flat, the sensation of waking up in bed with him, bodies twined together. If someone were to observe that scene, it would look like nothing more than two men in a bed, but Remus remembered the way his heart had pounded when Nicholas began to stir, began to press lazily against his back.
He opened his eyes again to see Draco watching him with something like hunger on his face. "Perfect," Draco breathed. "That's it, whatever you were just thinking of. That's what we want."
"I'm sorry," Remus said for the third time. "You can't have it."