elfflame (elfflame) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-13 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: elfflame, remus/bill |
LMOM # 13: Slices of a Werewolf’s Love Life: A New Start - Part 1, Remus/Bill, PG13
Title: Slices of a Werewolf’s Love Life: A New Start
Author: elfflame
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Remus/Bill
Kink(s) : Cross-gen
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 750
A/N: Just under the wire here… Thanks to wolfish_cat for the encouragement as per usual. :)
Part One | Part Two | Part Three A | Part Three B | Part Four | Part Five
Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten
Part Eleven
If there was one good thing about goblins, it was that they didn’t care who or what you were, so long as you did your job. That along with the fact that Egyptians seemed to have a bit of reverence for weres made living here in Egypt far easier for Remus than living in England. Not to mention the fact that there were no memories here to remind him of other days.
Here, he could forget about Sirius, James, Lily…and Severus. The problem was, there were new distractions that were almost as maddening.
Remus knew of the Weasleys, though he’d never spent any time with Arthur or Molly. He did remember Gideon and Fabian quite well. First from school, and then from the Order. He’d seen their Sister and her husband at their funeral, but he’d kept his distance.
So it made him feel like a wicked old man, drooling over their eldest son, despite his unconscious beauty. Barely out of Hogwarts, and yet so very tempting. Never mind that there were alt least ten years between them.
Still, he couldn’t resist the boy’s friendly manner. Bill was always there with a affable manner or a pat on the back, even an invitation out to drink after a successful find. Remus couldn’t count the number of times he’d had to help Bill back to his place after a few too many drinks. The way the boy’s lank body curled around his as he helped him home reminded him of some of his teenage daydreams of both Severus and Sirius.
But Remus had decided there was no way he would take advantage of Bill. No matter how beautiful the boy was, or how much his carefree attitude reminded him of Sirius or his lanky frame of Severus. After all, he didn’t even know if the boy was gay. And things were simply going too well. He couldn’t ruin them now.
Then the letter from Dumbledore arrived, and the offer to teach at Hogwarts. And not just that—to teach Harry. This would be his chance to regain some of the life that he’d lost twelve years before. And maybe finally prove to himself that Sirius no longer had a hold on him. The offer of Wolfsbane to keep him safe while at the school made the offer too irresistible to refuse, and he was quick to send back his affirmative response.
Of course, he had to tell Bill. Who insisted they needed to go out for a last drink together. If it had been Sirius or James, he’d have been on his guard. But with Bill, that thought just didn’t occur.
Which was why he found himself, drunk and staggering up to Bill’s flat with him with a few extra bottles to share between them shortly before dawn.
“Sorry about the mess, mate,” Bill said, shoving a stack of clothes off the sofa and dropping onto it. “Come sit.” He patted at the seat next to him.
Remus stumbled over to him, falling less than gracefully on the sofa, then handing Bill one of the bottles. “Here y’go, Bill.” He began to open the second, not watching as Bill took a sip. He took a slug of his own bottle, then let his head fall back against the back of the sofa. “Mmm…”
Obviously, Bill decided it was time to stop beating around the bush. He leaned in and kissed Remus, slow and deep. Suddenly, Remus felt completely sober. “Bill?”
“Last chance. I know you’re a bit…restrained, but who knows if we’ll ever see each other again. And I’ve seen how you look at me. I don’t do regrets.”
For a long moment, Remus stared at him. “You…”
“I’m interested in a night, at least. But if you’re not…” He pulled back, and Remus grabbed at him.
“No…I just…I’m so much older.”
“Ppft. Ten years. That’s nothing.”
“But…”
“Look, if you’re really not interested, Remus, that’s fine.”
“I just don’t know if it’s a good idea, Bill.”
“Why? Neither of us is involved with anyone. And this doesn’t have to mean anything more than a bit of fun between mates.”
Brain still a bit fogged with alcohol, it was hard for Remus to remember just what his reasons were not to sleep with Bill. Especially with Bill so insistent that it didn’t matter.
Deciding that maybe, for once, it was best not to think, Remus leaned in and kissed Bill the way he’d been dreaming of since he’d first met him.