LMOM#19 - Trust
Title: Trust Author: hpsauce Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Sirius/Fabian Kink(s): blood play, voyeurism Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 1966 Notes: yet another first :D gala wanted established remus/sirius where sirius likes blood play but it is too dangerous to do with a lycanthrope - so remus allows sirius to have a once-in-a-lifetime chance to act out his fantasy with someone else while remus watches.
The blood blooms across the cut, appearing in tiny dots that join together before escaping the confines of Remus' skin. The both stare down at it for a second before they spring into action.
"Fuck!" Remus mutters, scrabbling away. He holds his hand to his shoulder, trying to stem the flow. His eyes are focused on the dribble of blood and he doesn't look up until he sees a flicker of movement.
"Drop the knife!" he cries at Sirius. He wanted to be calm but the worst case scenario is taking over his mind and he feels sick.
Sirius' face crumples and he drops the knife to the floor.
"I didn't mean to-," he says as if it is not painfully obvious. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Remus nods.
"I know," he says, his voice still high and panicky. His heart is beating too fast, even now that the knife has been dropped.
Sirius looks relieved. He steps towards him.
"Don't!" Remus cries, holding out his injured arm. The cut starts bleeding again in earnest, pulled apart by the movement. He sweeps his eyes across the room. "Throw me a tea towel."
Sirius throws one across to him, face a mask of confusion. He shifts uncomfortably but Remus has other things to focus on now that he knows he's safe. He presses the tea towel down on his shoulder.
It's the one they bought when they went to Cornwall. Sheep smile up at him and he looks sadly back. It will have to be burnt.
"Moony?" Sirius asks, unsure.
"It's okay," Remus says, the flow has halted and he smiles up at Sirius. He picks his way around the kitchen, past the shattered bowl and the knife and allows himself to be drawn into Sirius' arms.
Sirius pulls the tea towel away and Remus stiffens. Sirius makes no move to touch the wound, just looks down at the line made by his own startled hands.
"I'm sorry."
Remus tries his best to relax into the embrace and ignore the feel of Sirius cock, hard against his hip. He swallows his fear, swallows his trepidation, swallows his inadequacy. He holds Sirius tightly.
"I know."
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"Are you sure?" Sirius asks.
It's months later and Remus has never been surer of anything. Sirius has made him happier than he ever thought he had a right to be. It is only fair that he gives him what he wants.
"Yes," Remus mutters, curling his fingers at the nape of Sirius' neck. The window is open, the room cold. Goosebumps break out across his skin. He sighs into it, closing his eyes.
"You wouldn't be jealous?" Sirius asks.
"You wouldn't be cheating," Remus says calmly, "because you'll have my permission."
"I want you to be there," Sirius says impulsively, squeezing with the arm thrown across Remus' hips. "It wouldn't be right, otherwise."
Remus sighs.
"Of course," he says, "I'm not going to do some bloody research while you're having a shag."
"It's only this once," Sirius says softly, brushing his other hand through Remus' hair. It's comforting. Remus doesn't need comforting.
"I know," Remus replies, his eyes closed. "I've said that already."
"Only once," Sirius mutters.
Remus hums in reply, shivering slightly. Sirius pulls up the covers and tucks them around Remus' shoulder, pressing a kiss to his skin, just above a bandage.
"Thank you."
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Fabian Prewett was a rather obvious choice. If Sirius had a type that was not just 'Remus', then Fabian Prewett probably fitted the mould perfectly. He was tall and slender with light brown eyes that were very nearly amber and lips that just begged to be nibbled on.
Remus watched from his armchair as Fabian removed his auror's robe with fluid movements. He was...he was gorgeous. His skin was perfect, spread tight over subtle muscles, lightly dusted with golden freckles. He pulled off his underpants and smiled nervously at Sirius.
Sirius smiled back before turning his gaze towards Remus.
Remus tried his best to look encouraging.
Fabian was a good choice.
Sirius strolled across the bedroom towards Fabian. They met in front of the bed. Sirius cradled Fabian's head in his hand before they kissed. Fabian groaned into it, pressing his body flush against Sirius'.
His skin was dark against Sirius' paleness, his red hair blended with Sirius' black curls, his arms held Sirius tightly, securely.
Remus swallowed, shifting in the chair as his cock twitched against his thigh.
Fabian's hands moved down Sirius' back, playing over his shoulder blades, the subtle lumps of his spine, dipping down with delicate touches before gripping Sirius' arse in his hands, grinding their hips together.
Remus's hand shuddered by his side. He gripped the upholstery in an iron grip.
Sirius groaned, pulling their lips apart. His neck arched, revealing his pale throat. Fabian licked a long stripe along it, brushing his teeth against his Adam's apple before pressing his lips around his chin.
Remus whimpered and Fabian turned towards him, lips twitching upwards. He licked another stripe along Sirius' throat, from the hollow of his clavicle to the lobe of his ear. Sirius shook in his arms.
Fabian guided him towards the bed.
"Moony," Sirius muttered weakly, his eyes flicking over to Remus' form.
Fabian nodded, moving Sirius like a life-sized doll, angled towards Remus. He brushed a hand along Sirius' chest, teasing his nipples with feathery caresses, stroking lines across the plane on his stomach with splayed fingers before he took his cock in his hand.
The flash of silver is so subtle that Remus almost doesn't catch it. His eyes flash up as the blade is drawn across Sirius' chest, a thin, straight line between shoulder and nipple. Sirius shudders at the touch of the cold metal, biting down on his lip.
Blood swells slowly. Fabian's fingers sweep across the line, dying his fingers red with Sirius' blood. He raises the fingers to his lip, smiling as he cleans it with his tongue.
Remus allows his hand to sneak across his lap, stroking at the inside of his thigh, beside his cock. The smell of blood is too subtle even for his nose. He watches them avidly, his lips sucked in, a reflection of Sirius' own expression.
Sirius arches towards the free hand, the blade still glittering in the light. He gasps for breath, his pants loud and high as Fabian draws a symmetrical line on the other side of his chest. The blood blooms quicker, it is deeper, Fabian leans over him, hiding his chest from Remus' view as he swipes his tongue along the bleeding line.
He kisses Sirius. Sirius pushes forward into it, desperately clutching at Fabian's shoulders. The blood smears across their chests as their bodies press together.
The air is tinged with it now, metallic and bitter. Remus breathes it in, wrapping his hand around his cock. His hands are harsh and callused. He strokes firmly but slowly, eyes hooded, view obscured by golden lashes.
"Moony," Sirius breathes.
Remus' eyes snap open. Sirius arches towards Fabian's touch, the press of cold metal on his skin. His eyes are fixed on Remus, lips parted and red with kisses and blood.
The knife rasps against the skin on his stomach, leaving pink lines but not breaking the skin. Sirius presses against it, the blade dimpling his skin. Fabian pulls back, not enough to brake contact but enough to cause Sirius to whimper in frustration.
Remus watches. The blade finally presses in, cutting across Sirius' stomach. Blood pools in his navel, traces the lines of the subtle muscles of his stomach. Fabian laps at it, blood smearing against his cheek. Sirius pushes his hips upwards, his cock hard and leaking.
Fabian swipes his hand across Sirius' bloody stomach and chest. His hand painted crimson, slick with blood, he wraps it around Sirius' cock. His movements are slow and steady and Remus moves to match the tempo.
Sirius strains upwards into the touch. His body arches and he growls deep in his throat.
The room smells of blood, sharp and heady. Remus thinks he can taste it in the back of his throat, feel it in his mouth. He closes his eyes, listening to Sirius' moans and Fabian's soft, subtle grunts. Imagining the taste of blood on his tongue. His hand grips tighter, his other grasping his thigh in a painful hold to ground him. He presses his head back into the chair, thrusts his hips upwards into his fist.
"Muh-," Sirius mumbles.
Remus opens his eyes with some effort. His chest is heaving, his cock hot in his hand, the tip wet. He looks over, startled to see that time has passed.
Fabian is straddling Sirius, fucking himself on his bloody cock. The knife is pressed to Sirius' throat, not hard enough to cut but hard enough that Sirius is pressed against the bed. His chest rising and falls with groaning pants. Sirius' eyes are closed, his hands balled into fists in the sheets, smeared with scarlet handprints. His hips thrust upwards with Fabian's movements, groans filling the room every time Fabian's buttocks touch his quaking thighs.
"Muh-," Sirius whispers between the groans and pants. He presses his hips upwards his hands, slick with blood and sweat, paint Fabian's chest with hurried, shaky movements and grasps.
Remus pushes up into his fist frantically as Sirius thrusts upwards, his whole body tense. Sirius comes with a weak moan. The knife cuts into his throat as he arches up. Blood slides slowly, in a weak trickle, down the lines of his neck.
Remus closes his eyes, squeezing firmly on his cock. He turns his face up towards the ceiling, breathing deeply. The smell is intoxicating, it fills his head until he can barely breath.
"Sirius," Fabian moans.
The room is suddenly too hot, the smell of blood is sickly sweet, no longer bitter and sharp. Remus opens his eyes, panting for breath. His hands move of their own accord, twisting up his cock in painfully tight tugs.
Sirius hovers over Fabian, knife now held in his own bloody hand. His lips are wrapped around his cock, red and swollen. He sucks with skill, Remus knows, and he wishes that it was Sirius' mouth on his cock now.
His dry palm chafes and he feels a tightening. The room feels suffocating, the air is thick with gore and he does not know if the feeling in his stomach is warning that he is about to come or that he will be sick.
Sirius pushes the knife against the flawless skin of Fabian's stomach, traces a line that may be a lightening bolt or might be an inexpert yes. Remus pushes his head back against the chair, feeling heat and prickling in his eyes.
He comes with hardly any sound. The two figures on the bed don't even seem to notice. Remus' breaths come in weak sobs. The semen drying on his stomach feels dirty and sticky. He stands up, wiping at it with his hand.
Fabian is still thrusting into Sirius' mouth, blood smeared on his hips.
Remus stumbles towards the bathroom, leaning on the wall as he passes. His head spins.
Later, when Sirius and Fabian have kissed goodbye, Sirius sits in the kitchen and patches up his wounds. Remus returns to the bedroom, cleaning the soiled chair with a flick of his wand. The same would be possible with the bed, he knows, but a change of sheets would be better.
He peels them from the bed. They are hard with sweat and blood and semen. He folds them in his arms, looking down at the hand shaped smears on the fabric.
He shivers at the sight of them, bile burning the back of his throat.