gala_apples (gala_apples) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-21 19:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: gala_apples, remus/fred weasley |
lmom day twentyone
Title: And The Show Goes On
Rating: nc17
Pairing: Remus/Fred
Wordcount: 1395
Kink(s): sex in heaven? i have no idea how to tag this. is this technically necro?
Challenge: LMOM 2009
Summary: When Remus moves to the next thing, he's surprised by who's there to greet him.
Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "Remus/dead-character-of-your-choice - wing-fic with pretty feathers"
From the moment he wakes up, he knows where he is. It doesn't concern him, though one'd think it should. People aren't supposed to be calm in a situation like this, at least according to most. Remus is completely content, however, and isn't planning on stressing out just to fulfill others ideals.
He is a bit surprised at the welcoming committee. The Big Being themself isn't there to meet Remus, not that he was truly expecting it. If this place exists- the question of hundreds of debates between him and his friends at Hogwarts- then he or she undoubtedly has more crucial things to work on. What he's always wanted is to see Sirius, or after sixteen years, finally be reunited with James and Lily. What his mum's always said is he'll see all his ancestors, but neither great great great great aunts, nor his parents are waiting when he wakes up. It's just Fred Weasley.
Of course, he looks a little bit different. Fred never used to have wings. They're huge, taller then he is. The round of each top sits behind his head like waves. They hold a shade shape, dozens of feathers wide near the top, with a single feather at the bottom points of each. The last feather goes past his feet, and that's when he realises Fred is floating.
"Not that you're not a great man, but why you?"
"James suggested it, actually. Thought everyone's welcome invitation should start off with a laugh." Fred grins, the feathers seem to ruffle a bit.
"Why would you do volunteer?" the man is dead, and he's still playing pranks.
"Because ever since the first time I saw you, I thought you were dead sexy. Ironic, I suppose, that we have to wait until you're actually-"
"Fred, you were fifteen!" parts of his old moral system are still within him.
"Yeah, and I could be again, right now." Fred closes his eyes and Remus watches in fascination as he becomes shorter, a bit thinner, and his hairstyle changes. "Or I could not be." He lengthens, widens, and his fringe flops back into his face. "You see, things like that don't really matter anymore."
Remus looks around him. It's like flying through a cloud during Quidditch, everything foggy and had to see, except he's not getting soaking wet from it. But Fred seems to glow through the fog to him.
"I would fancy having sex with you." Fred grins at him, making his cheeks with hundreds of beautiful freckles move. "The question is, do you want to have sex with me?
It should be a dilemma but it's not. "You know, I think I do."
"Well then, it's just that simple." Remus doesn't see Fred take steps, he's just suddenly against Remus. Fred's tongue is mapping out Remus' map, as Remus reaches to pull off Fred's tight boxers they just disappeared. Fred's cock is heavy and warm in his hand, Remus wonders if it was his real size or if he's changed it like he can change his hair.
He doesn't fall to his knees, he just sort of moves down a level until he's face to hips with Fred. Fred is so big it's hard to fit more then half of it in his mouth. Remus has never been the best cocksucker, preferring to get right to the fuck. He rolls up his eyes and looks at as much of Fred as he can. The man is making fists in the air, but the cloudy fog is actually staying clenched in his hand, like squeezing cotton candy.
Fred bursts on his tongue, thick droplets of come pooling in his mouth. Remus relishes the taste, he hasn't had it in over two years. He drinks and drinks and drinks it down, it seems to go on for far longer then it did the last time. Maybe it had something to do with where he is.
Remus shoots up in the fog while Fred stays were he is, until they switch positions and Fred is sucking at Remus' cock. It's bliss, Fred is the perfect cocksucker. since he doesn't have to worry about keeping his balance he moves his arms out and strokes the tops of Fred's wings. The feathers, as large as they are, are extremely fine. They almost tickle his finger as he strokes them. Remus can guess Fred likes him stroking them because the man is moaning around his cock, hands quivering from their place on Remus' arse.
The orgasm feeling is intense to the point of pain. Remus screams as the come rushes out of him, unworried about attracting attention. Fred swallows part of it and spits out the rest, which seems to disintegrate. Remus finds the mist supports him standing up, even though he's got wobbly knees. It sort of cradles him as he floats down to be face to face with Fred.
"So, when do I get my wings?"
"If you concentrate you can create your own. Most people don't bother wearing them, but I like wearing a classic image."
Fred starts moving away, without walking, the fog moves him. A second Fred appears, then Remus winces. "Is that George, did he just die?" that's the problem with dying in the middle of a battle, you don't know what's happened during the end.
Fred looks confused for a second, then Remus sees a figurative lightbulb come on. "No. George isn't going to get here for awhile yet. So I made him. He looks and smells and feels and acts exactly like George, has all the same memories, and manipulates the environment in the same ways that I do, or that real George would. He's everything George could be, and because I can manipulate myself I can make myself think he's the real one. But when George finally comes, this one will disappear, turn back into the fog."
"So why do you have a fake George?"
"Because I need him. You'll find you can create anything you want, as long as you concentrate on it. And here our brains are a bit enhanced so it's easier to concentrate on more then one thing. There are the real dead, and then there are those like my brother. If you concentrate while you look at them, you should be able to see right through them."
It makes sense to Remus. He can create everything he wants, houses, lovers, simulacrum of those still alive if you need them. It makes him think about Tonks for a moment. "So, everyone here is a metamorphagus? Tonks will be pissed when she finally gets here, a few decades from now."
"She's already here. Her mum is taking care of your infant. You and her can make a new Teddy to raise up here, until Teddy finally gets here, awhile from now."
Remus thinks about it, and doesn't feel shame about not wanting to meet Tonks or create a Teddy. "Where are James and Lily and Sirius?"
"Just picture their face while you say their name. You might not fit too well right now, though." Fred's face shows the closest to sorrow that it can in a serene and content place like this.
"What do you mean?"
"You're still in the body you came here with. Lily and James and Sirius all went young when they came. I think they're around seventeen. And they've created a Peter like I've created a George. I think James even made a Snape so they could have someone to prank on. They've chosen to forget all the harshness of the world and go back to when they were happiest. Are you ready for that?"
As Fred speaks the last sentence, Remus finds himself growing a bit shorter, standing a lot taller, and covered in recently healed pink scarring instead of the white they turn as they get older. He glides away through a bunch of clouds and he can hear Lily screeching at Sirius to stop farting in the distance.
Fred turns to George "Well, that was fun."
"I can't believe you bagged professor Lupin."
"Yeah, well I'm clearly the best lay in the Weasley family."
"I dunno, I'd say dad's pretty good. He did get Mum six times." George grins and Fred shakes his head wildly. He tackles George and his wings disappear so they can start a good wrestling match.