gala_apples (gala_apples) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-15 18:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: gala_apples, kink: gagging, remus/sirius/james |
lmom day fifteen
Title: Home Life
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/James/Sirius
Wordcount: 2851
Kink(s): gagging
Challenge: LMOM 2009
Summary: Remus is forced to have a very awkward conversation with Harry after he misunderstands something. (au in which while lily died, james lived.)
Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/? - in which remus (or ?) is frigging loud and in order not to wake dormmates/weasleys/filch/death-eaters a gag is required"
When Remus was a child, he was never the action-play superhero type. He liked to read and draw, he could spend hours illustrating the book he'd spent the better part of the morning reading. Come Christmas, he got watercolour paints and ten galleons charmed so he could only spend them on books, but he never got a set of Gobstones. His parents tended to feel relieved that he genuinely enjoyed being quiet and still. Looking back, he supposes being such a good child twenty-nine days of the month probably helped make up for the problems he caused on the thirtieth.
Once in awhile though, they did become concerned he had no mates. Occasionally he was forced to go on a play date. It wasn't that they ever ended badly, per say, it was just he never had any follow up dates. Whomever it was inevitably thought he was too quiet, boring being a nicer description while creepy landed on the other side of the scale. Himself, he always thought the children he was forced to play with were messy and loud. There was nothing more that Remus disliked then loud. Even once he got to Hogwarts and became integrated into a talkative and passionate group, he found himself preferring to talk to just the three of them, rather then to shout to be heard in the common room.
That's why it came as such a big surprise when Remus found on the tail end of his first wanking session he was loud in bed. Too naive to cast a silencing charm, not ever considering he might need it, he woke up all three Marauders in the middle of the night. They never said if they heard him groaning throughout, or if it was just the shout at the end, but he was mocked for weeks before they found something else to laugh about. Twenty-five years later and he's still making noises.
The first four silent years they had together, James dating Lily, getting married to Lily, her thinking Remus and Sirius were a couple whilst James was seeing them as often as he could, Remus had never been quiet then. It was a release for all three to groan and swear and shout as much as they could for the brief trysts between jobs and Order missions and sleeping and eating and all the other trivial things that robbed them of time.
And then Harry was six months and Lily suddenly knew. James had slept on the couch at Sirius' house, not comfortable enough to sleep in the same bed as Sirius and Remus, no matter how often they'd fucked. They continued fucking, continued the screams and moans.
And then Harry was thirteen months, and Lily was dead. And James and Sirius and Remus were nearly dead, wrecked from emotion.
For the longest time they hadn't had sex at all. For over a month James couldn't look at them, only wanting to hold Harry in his arms. Remus and Sirius didn't know how to fix things, didn't know how to rebuild James strong again.
After they did start to have sex again, it quickly went on the list of Thing That Had To Change Around A Baby. Remus was an only child, and Sirius never had much direct dealing with Regulus, but as it turned out, babies needed to sleep a lot. Unfortunately, they were very sensitive while sleeping, and were very angry if they woke up abruptly.
After the first screaming orgasm immediately followed by delayed gratification for James and Sirius as they tended to a screaming Harry, they all realised their normal ways of sex weren't going to work any more. It was enough to crush a lower man. Luckily the Marauders were a creative bunch.
One popular solution was a variation of the leg locker curse, closing Remus' lips for the duration of sex. It literally- though painlessly- sewed his lips shut, completely muting him. It's good for fucking, the problem is it makes Remus unavailable for blowjobs.
The second solution was found after trial and error, and accidentally waking Harry up a few more times. They found that while Sirius' hand over his mouth didn't do anything to muffle the noise, Sirius' fingers in his mouth helps. Remus can concentrate on suckling on them, not moaning.
Which brought them smoothly to the next solution. If Remus' mouth was somehow occupied, there was no problem with sound. The most chaste method is a wet snog with plenty of tongue, but blowing and rimming are acceptable substitutes. His mouth could stay open, as long as something was in it.
Remus generally doesn't consider himself a kinky fellow, aside from the triad relationship that most people can't seem to grasp. But like all men, there are one or two things that drive him mad. Everyone's got a thing they enjoy. Sirius likes being out of control, whether it is being made to wait for orgasm, or being tied down. James likes a bit of pain with his pleasure. Remus likes leather. Muggle cowhide or magical dragonhide, both are divine.
It's the last solution of his boyfriend's that Remus likes best. James and Sirius have bought him several masks and gags, all spelled to always smell like new leather, even once it's worn in and butter soft. His favourite is the most classic, a black rubber ball that goes in his mouth while thin leather snaps attach the gag to his head and lock in the back.
They don't always use them, just like they don't always spank James or make Sirius wear a cockring. To make something routine is the first step to making it boring, and none of them want that for their sex life. They don't always need to silence Remus; Harry isn't home for ten months a year. Even during the summers he's often out of the house, sleeping over at the Burrow.
It's not that they feel the need to keep quiet so they can hide their relationship from Harry. He's well aware of the peculiar composition of his family, and loves them. It's more out of respect that they keep quiet, because it's not as though Harry is going to wake up crying if they're too loud. What child wants to hear their parents having sex?
So when Sirius wakes Remus up in the midst of an odd dream about leprechauns by sinking his lips onto his soft cock and working it until it's hard, Remus tries his best to stay silent. At a natural point- when Sirius moves for breath- Remus sits up and looks down on the man resting on his thigh.
"I was horny," he says unnecessarily.
"Yeah. I got that." Remus murmurs. He says the unlocking spell that allows him to open the full dresser beside the bed. It's too tall to put bedside objects on it; James' glasses and a cup of water are too high to reach. But it holds nearly all the toys they've collected in their seventeen years together, so it stays.
He opens the third drawer, the one that's level with the mattress, and one-handedly rummages through the gags and blindfolds. He can tell by feel which one he wants. Sirius presses a chaste kiss to his lips before Remus opens his mouth and Sirius puts the rubber ball in. After Sirius locks it on, Remus can't help but try to get it off, pushing his tongue against it, wriggling his jaw from side to side. Even though he's the one that wants it, there's just something that demands he try to escape.
Remus' hope that it's going to be a short session so he can go back to sleep is dashed when Sirius accidentally kicks James. A heavy sleeper when it comes to noise, the man wakes up instantly if he's nudged, and kick is more then enough to wake him.
Still, as they arch up his hips so James can lick at his arse while Sirius continues to suck his cock, Remus reckons he can afford to miss a little sleep
When Remus wakes up in the morning, it's not a surprise to find Sirius missing. He's always the first out of bed, though he doesn't work morning hours. Seeing James on the edge of the bed does shake him, before he remembers it's Sunday. While he wants to give the man a morning snog, on James' one day off he's not going to wake him up.
Remus carefully gets off the bed and goes to the closet, the small thing it is. The major problem with buying a house had been finding a place with enough storage for three packrats. It's summer, so Remus pulls down a light robe. Harry's going to laugh at him for being so traditional, and Sirius might join in, but Remus feels comfortable in them.
He closes the door quietly behind him, but it's no use. Before he's halfway down the stairs, James is beside him. "What do you think Sirius is making?"
"Well, considering we're three steps away from the kitchen, I'm not exactly concerned with figuring it out." Remus replies.
Sirius is flipping over three pancakes, the white batter and dark blobs leaning Remus towards wheat and chocolate chips though one can never be certain.
"I call the large one" James says, ever fifteen when it comes to his stomach.
"As if!" Harry replies.
"These are Harry's. If you want some, you better prepare a list of why it's worth my time to make you some."
Harry snickers at Sirius, and outright laughs at James flipping Sirius off behind his back. Remus spares a chuckle, one of the things he loves about his boyfriends are how youthful they are. But Sirius pulls out a second frying pan, and it's things like that that Remus loves even more.
Harry is just finishing his as Remus and James' batch are slapped out on plates. Harry stays at the table, it's likely he wants more; he's a growing teen and they are delicious. "Remus?"
"Yes Harry?" the teen often asks Remus advice, but not in the morning, and not around his other parents. Remus cuts a bite-sized piece and begins to chew it, confident he won't need his full attention to answer Harry's question.
"Uh, you know, er," Remus and James both look at Harry. The teen isn't prone to stammering, something's clearly off. Harry bites his lip, then tries again. "You know it's okay to like to be hurt, right?"
Remus splutters, eyes tearing as he desperately reaches for his glass of milk. James eyes are as big as saucers, and Sirius turns around to look at the teen, ignoring his cooking.
"It's okay to like it. Hermione says probably a lot of werewolves are submissive. She says as long as it's 'safe, sane, and consensual' I shouldn't worry. And I tried to tell her I wasn't worried, I just didn't understand, and the bossy git said I had to ask you because she wasn't about to explain it to me, and besides she wouldn't know why you like it because everyone has different reasons apart from a lot of submissives have traumatic pasts."
Remus has no idea how to respond, besides suppressing the urge to want to kill Hermione Granger. Sirius starts to cackle, and Harry turns to him.
"Stop laughing at him, that's not okay. Even if you get to hit him, you have to be respectful of him. He's still a person!" Remus admires the words and the sentiment behind them, it's the sort of thing that made Harry nearly be sorted into Hufflepuff before deciding on Gryffindor. However nice though, they're completely misplaced.
"Harry, I-"
"No, it's okay. I guess that's just what I wanted you to know, that it's okay. You're allowed to enjoy it. I mean, you probably already know that, and if you don't it should be James and Sirius telling you, but just in case." Harry looks sheepish, then fools around with his cutlery, no doubt wishing for another pancake to distract himself with.
To the background noise of Sirius cackling hysterically, Remus attempts to make sense of what so far has been a very trying morning.
"I'm not submissive Harry. While I agree with you, it's okay to be, and it's okay to enjoy it, I'm not. Uh, is this some sort of transference? Are you having this sort of relationship with one of your schoolmates, and you're not sure if it's okay, so you're testing it by saying it's me?" It doesn't make sense, but it's the only thing Remus can think of. Why else would Harry be bringing something like this up?
"Not that you should be having sex, you're only sixteen," James adds.
"Not that you shouldn't be having sex, as long as you're using protection and all that rot." When James glares daggers at Sirius, he continues. "Wot! We were shagging at sixteen, at least me and Remus were, and I'd bet you and Denise Hutchings were too."
"I'd tell at least one of you if I was having sex, and I'm sure whichever one would end up telling the other two, so you'd know if I was fucking. And no, it's not me. I know that you like it, and I'd appreciate you not lying to me."
"Harry, I'm not submissive!"
Harry stands up rapidly, the chair squeals against the floor as it moves backwards. "Fine. Whatever. I thought you all respected me more then to lie to me, but if I'm still the innocent child, well, I'm going to Ron's to colour and have a mother fucking bubblebath!"
He starts to storm out the kitchen, and Remus feels relieved as Sirius steps in front of him to stop him. If he'd actually made it to the living room Floo, the Weasleys liked him enough that they'd all lie about his whereabouts and never pass on the message that he had to come home.
"Pup. Stop. I think there's been some sort of misunderstanding. You tell us why you think Remus likes that sort, and we'll try to explain more. Not that you'll be getting intimate details, even if you're a teenager, you're still our child, and honestly? Telling all is sort of gross and incestuous." Harry smirks at the last, and Remus feels better. Sirius just has a way with their child that works when James and Remus fail.
"Okay. Whenever I'm home, Remus always has marks on his face in the morning. And I can hear you and James and the mattress, but I can't hear Remus. Not that I listen, because I agree with you about the grossness and normally I put my music on, but it's just strange. It's like you've ordered him not to come or something. And I don't know how you guys play, what version of the scene you like, but it doesn't seem fair that Remus never gets to do anything. So when I came back from Christmas hols, I asked Hermione if some couples hit each other or tell each other they can't come, and she said that it's called D.S. and she told me a bunch of other stuff."
"That's how you learned the word scene?" James asks. Remus thinks it's an odd thing to focus on, but James has always been the most protective of Harry and is undoubtedly praying Harry's never come close to any sort of scene.
"Yeah."
Remus figures it's about time he says something. James is clearly stuck in a rut of horror at the idea of Harry having sex, and Sirius shouldn't have to deal with it all. "Honestly Harry, we're not into that sort of stuff. Well, on occasion, but nothing like a D. S. relationship. The marks are because I'm rather loud, and when you're home we don't want you to notice so I on occasion wear a gag. I didn't realise they left marks."
It's a hundred times worse then having the sex talk with his parents at fourteen. Remus wonders if it had been that painful for his parents as it is for him, but reckons at least they didn't have to talk about their specific enjoyments.
"Yeah, just light ones." Sirius confirms.
"Why wouldn't you say something!"
"I didn't think Harry would notice them. I thought they were the sort of thing you only saw if you were looking!"
"Harry, you're never to join a Scene," James interrupts.
"Harry, you can have whatever sort of sex you want to have, whenever it is that you feel comfortable beginning to explore your sexuality" Sirius counters.
"So, whatever you're doing, and I really, really don't want any more details, but whatever it is, you're happy and you get to orgasm at the end?" Harry looks hopeful, and Remus is happy to tell him yes, everything is fine.
Sirius begins to cook seconds batches of pancakes, and Remus takes a moment from the new conversation about the Wasp's chances to pray to any deity listening that he never has to have this kind of conversation again.