Summer Born (summerborn) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-23 23:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: summerborn, kink: prostitution, kink: voyeurism, remus/? |
LMOM #23: Bits of Blue and Gold (PG-13)
TITLE: Bits of Blue and Gold (23 of 31)
AUTHOR: summerborn
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Draco/? with Remus as voyeur
KINK: Voyeurism, prostitution
CHALLENGE: Lusty Month of May 2009
AUTHOR NOTES: This story takes place post-war, but follows canon only through HBP. You may wish to start at the beginning of the story.
WORD COUNT THIS EPISODE: 995
"Something to drink?" Draco motioned toward the far wall to a well-stocked wet bar.
"No, thank you," Remus answered. "Maybe you can just tell me what this is about?"
"Of course. I will try to he succinct." He gave Remus a small, wry smile. "You see, Mr. Lupin, we have many more customers than we do suppliers. Our business requires a great deal of variety in stock on hand, as I'm sure you can appreciate."
Remus nodded. Was that all this was about?
"Most people don't want to give up too many of their memories," Draco continued. "But typically, someone who has taken the trouble to learn the technique will find ten to twelve memories to part with before they are ready to move on. I would like to ask you to reconsider."
"I don't think - "
"Please," Draco said earnestly. "I'm not trying to insult you by repeating our discussion from the other day. I have a few new points to bring up, if you're willing to listen." He waited, and Remus did give his words some thought.
"All right," he said at last. "I'll listen, but I'll take you up on that drink."
"Certainly," Draco said as he got to his feet. "You already know what we can offer in the way of financial compensation." He took out two old-fashioned glasses and a crystal decanter. "But what you may not realize is the uniqueness you offer. We've had several willing to give us all sorts of everyday experiences, but... and I hope you'll forgive my frankness, but we've never had a werewolf before."
Remus accepted the glass of amber liquid Draco held out to him. That was certainly not an angle he'd considered. He wasn't entirely sure how to respond, so he took a sip of his drink to stall. Heavy, well-aged brandywine. "I don't believe I could give you any memories of being a werewolf, Draco."
The younger man's face tightened in disappointment, and Remus went on quickly, "Not because I am not willing, but because when I turn, I don't retain enough of myself to recall what I have done."
"But surely... Somewhere in your subconscious..."
"Awareness is required. Just as Harry could not use a a Pensieve to show us all what happened the night his parents were killed..." Speaking Harry's name brought up a flood of feelings for Remus, longing for the closest thing to family he had left, and more than a little bit of guilt.
Draco must have read something in his face, for he stood and went to the window, giving Remus a moment to get control of himself. "I understand," Draco said at last. "But allow me to say one more thing. Severus is invested heavily in this company, and for his sake, I would do what I could to see it succeed."
Remus looked around, taking in the expensive furnishings. "You do seem to have done well so far."
"We had good starting capital." Draco spoke without turning around, and to Remus' ear he sounded tired. "To be honest, I'm sure the only reason we're still here is that we have literally no competition. No one else can do what Severus has done for us."
They were both quiet for a time, Draco looking out the window with his arms crossed, Remus finishing off his drink. Finally he thought of a question he needed an answer to.
"Why were you the one owling me? What did he tell you about what happened?"
Draco turned to face him, his lips slightly pursed. "Nothing," he said. "I only know he met with you, came out in a fit of pique and was hardly good for anything the rest of the day."
Remus shook his head. "And no one else can do what he does? To process the memories?"
"I'm learning," Draco said stiffly. "It is not a simple feat."
"No, of course not." Draco fidgeted with his glass and finally set it down next to the sink. "One of the difficulties in learning is finding someone to check my work. Severus is so busy with his own processing..."
"What about the rest of your staff?"
"There's really just David and Rosalyn," Draco said. "And I've been hesitant to show them my latest since it's one of my own memories. They're good people, but..."
"I understand."
"Perhaps you'd be willing to take a look? If I've done my job, you won't even be able to tell who it is." Draco's tone was casual, almost diffident, but Remus could see this was an important question.
"I'd be happy to help," he said. "You say it's one of your own?"
-:-
Draco left him in the viewing room with the vial of memory. Remus took a deep breath and tipped it into the Pensieve, then lowered his head to the shimmering surface to immerse himself in the vision.
He saw Draco immediately, somewhat younger than he was now, but clearly past his Hogwarts days. He was pacing across the short span of open room, in what was clearly some kind of inn – it wasn't the Three Broomsticks, and Remus hadn't traveled enough to recognize this particular room.
A knock on the door; Draco instantly spun to answer it. He hustled whoever it was into the room and shut the door immediately after, bolting it and casting two different charms on it to ward off unexpected interruptions.
The other person was well cloaked, but his or her arms lifted, hands going to the throat to touch whatever was keeping it in place. In an instant, the cloak slid heavily to the floor, pooling around high, black, stiletto heels.
Remus was positioned behind the figure, who had turned when dragged into the room by Draco,and it gave him an excellent view of the newcomer: his eyes traced upwards from the heels, along classic fish-net stockings that ended mid-thigh, connected by garters to silk panties on a rounded, pert bottom.
Continued in part 24.