LMOM#15 - Competition
Title: Competition Author: hpsauce Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Bill Kink(s): rough sex Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 1457 Notes: just a quick-fic tonight. a bit pressed for time (it being a friday night and all). better, plottier fic to come in the rest of the week ;)
It is the night before the full moon and Remus is curled in his chair, book settled on his knees.
The thought is not so much a thought as a feeling. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up and there is an itch. It tells him that things are not right. This is his space and no one but pack should be here.
He settles the book down and leans his head against the back of the chair. He removes his reading glasses and sets them down next to his teacup. He stands up and stretches his legs. Maybe if he goes for a walk it might disappear. Bill might disappear.
He makes it as far as the front door before he hears a growl. His body is tense, wound tightly. He stills at the creak of floorboards behind him. He tries to force himself to relax, force his shoulders to lower, his teeth to stop gritting.
Bill hits him with his full weight, sending them both to the floor. Remus' head hits against the solid wood of the door and stars dance before his eyes. His control is momentarily lost and he growls, teeth bared.
Bill growls back. He presses his body against Remus'. He is tall and broad, composed of compact muscle. He could easily conquer Remus if lycanthropy was not a factor.
Thankfully it is and Remus manages to push him off with a thrust of his hips and a well-aimed kick.
The younger man falls back with a weak cry. He stumbles, landing on his arse in the hallway. His legs are long and awkward. It takes him longer than Remus to regain his balance. By this point, Remus has already pushed himself forward.
He straddles Bill, bearing his teeth with a hiss. His hands push Bill's shoulder down into the carpet, revelling at the movement of muscles as he fights to escape. He leans closer, burying his face in Bill's throat. He bares his teeth.
Bill growls and rolls them over. He pushes Remus down. His eyes are still blue - human eyes - but the emotion reflected in them in pure wolf. He pushes his hips down against Remus'. He is hard.
Remus scrambles backwards, freeing his legs. Bill grabs his wrist but Remus pulls it from his grasp. They stare at each other, breathing deeply.
They leap at the same time. They bodies crush against each other. Remus' teeth graze against Bill's shoulder and Bill's nails dig into the soft flesh of Remus' back.
They fall to the floor with a crash. Remus rolls to have dominance but Bill is having none of it, he pushes Remus' face down. The carpet scratches his cheek, friction making his skin hot and painful.
He whimpers as Bill leans forward, breathing in deeply when his nose touches the hair behind Remus' neck. He licks there, a long stripe from shoulder to ear. He leans back, his breath coming in deep wheezes.
Remus pushes himself up and grasps Bill's shoulders painfully tight. He reaches his hands up and grips Bill's hair in tight fists. He presses his face against Bill's neck so hard that his nose is flattened against his cheek. He digs his teeth in, deep enough to mark but not deep enough to draw blood.
Bill growls, his hands scrambling for purchase on Remus' back. He pulls his shirt up, exposing Remus' back to the cold, wintry air. His fingers are hard and clumsy, his nails snag against Remus' skin, leaving painful scratches behind.
Remus bites down again, a warning.
Bill growls, tearing at Remus' shirt until they pull apart and the shirt can be discarded. His hands move quickly to Remus' jeans, pulling them downwards. The hard fabric rubs against Remus' cock with each movement, the seams painful against reddened flesh. Remus whimpers.
Bills smile is one of triumph.
The jeans finally slip away from Remus' hips, with some fumbling from Bill, his eyes narrowed in concentration. He throws them to the side, buries his face in Remus' crotch, against the fabric of his boxers.
Some part of Remus is mortified. Another part tells him that Bill has the upper hand and that it should not be allowed. It is the second that wins out.
Remus reaches forward and grabs Bill's hair. He pulls him upright, ignoring the sounds of pain the other man makes. He pushes him towards the wall, following close behind. Bill's back makes a thump against the wall. The mirror on the opposite shakes.
Remus digs his fingers into Bill's shoulders, bites the flesh of his neck once again, over the last mark. The pale, freckled skin there has reddened already, moving towards purple. Remus licks it once, almost an apology, before moving down. He rips Bill's shirt in his haste to remove it and simply throws the pieces asides, moving down to remove Bill's trousers.
It takes little work to have Bill naked. Remus growls and leans forward, pressing his mouth against Bill's cock. Bill whimpers and bucks his hips. As a warning, Remus bites down until Bill cries out in pain, tears springing to his eyes.
Remus throws Bill from the wall into the hallway, watching with satisfaction as he fights unsuccessfully to remain vertical. Spread out on the floor, he makes Remus' mouth water.
"Please," Bill says, bearing his throat in a canine show of submission. His body writhes, naked and hard, against the carpet.
Remus smirks as he lowers himself over him. He runs his hands along the musclular thighs. He digs his fingers in to the tender skin at the tops, causing Bill to buck and whimper. He leans down and bites the man's hips, leaving red teeth marks along the ridges.
He lifts Bill's knees without ceremony. He moves up the body until he can reach Bill's mouth. He kisses him, digging sharp teeth into his full lower lip.
When Bill's hands slip down to cup his cock he leans back and grabs them in a tight hold. He pulls them above Bill's head, pressing their cocks together as he fights to subdue Bill's struggles. He presses his wrists down into the carpet, leaning his weight against them as he pushes his cock between Bill's buttocks.
Bill cries out in pain, his body arching. Remus increases his hold on Bill's wrists, presses their bodies together until Bill is unmoving, sandwiched securely between the rough carpet and Remus' chest. His cock is wet between their stomach, hard and red and leaking despite the pain.
Remus growls as he buries himself completely. He rocks back and forward, thrusting at an uneven tempo. Each movement brings a whine from Bill, his eyes closed and tears leaking from them.
Remus bites down along Bill's chest, against his nipples, against his sternum, against each sharp angle and each bulge of muscle. He presses his body down with each thrust, Bill's cock pressed tightly between their bodies.
The friction against Remus' cock is almost painful, Bill is painfully tight around him, still tense and quaking. He flutters his eyes open and looks up in Remus' with a grin that it almost a grimace. Remus presses down on his wrists until Bill winces and moans.
Bill comes with a shout of surprise and pain, sticky warmth spreading between their stomachs. He tenses even more, squeezing Remus' cock until he has no way to stave off his own release. He comes with a growl, burying his face against Bill's shoulder and digging his teeth into the hard muscle.
Bill gasps for breath as Remus pulls out. He shakes and shivers like a drowned man. His flesh is a mass of pink and red marks, his wrists already showing the beginning of bruises. The bite against his shoulder is so precise that Remus can see the mark of each of his teeth.
Remus wipes at the drying semen on his stomach with the tattered remains of Bill's shirt. Now, the fight gone from his body and the wolf retreating from his mind, his face flushes at the sight of Bill's softening cock and patchwork skin. He looks away.
"Wow," Bill says, sitting up and ruffling his hair, making it even more tangled. He looks a picture of debauchery, red lipped and marked, with dried semen spread across his stomach. He stretches, revealing his cock, his bitten thighs, the smear of blood between them. He smirks.
"Next month?" he asks.
And Remus wants to say no. This is not what he wants, not what he needs.
"I might beat you next time," Bill prompts.
Remus growls, low in his throat. It's agreement enough.