gala_apples (gala_apples) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-24 16:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: gala_apples, kink: bukakke, kink: group sex (4+), remus/fred/george/lee |
lmom day twenty four
Title:
Rating: nc17
Pairing: Remus/Fred/George/Lee
Wordcount: 2503
Kink(s): bukkake
Challenge: LMOM 2009
Summary: There becomes sort of a Babysitters Club around Teddy. (AU in which Fred and Remus both lived, with consequences. the exploding wall meant for Fred cut off part of Percy's leg, and Remus is sick.
Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/mass-of-gryffindors(or marauders- who are gryffs) - bukakke - where remus is all insecure about lycanthropy stuff and they want to show him they're there" i know this was my chance to turn your squick into a kink, so to make you like it better, i made it angst. i hope you love it.
Remus knows he's pathetic. He just doesn't care anymore. Given the choice between spending time with this twenty years younger then him and being alone, he'll take hanging out with children every time. Not that they're truly children, anyway. The youngest of the group is Luna, at eighteen. He knows people his age, moody, Arthur, no one can understand, he doesn't care about that anymore either. He does spend a moment or two thinking James and Sirius would understand, but then if they were around this wouldn't be needed.
It had started with a flood of offers to help baby-sit Teddy after Tonks' death. Everyone had been certain Remus was devastated about her death, barely able to breath from the sorrow. It wasn't true, he and Tonks had just been a very long one night stand, at first drawn together by their alliance, and then in the murky circumstance of Tonks pregnancy. Still, heartbreak or not an infant was difficult to handle by oneself.
Remus took some offers to help much more seriously then others. Hermione and Bill had been easy choices, and when Fleur became pregnant and Bill preoccupied, Ron had taken over with ease. He seemed to have a knack, like he did with chess. It made Remus wonder if Hermione and Ron were going to be the next generation of the seven child Weasley family, but confident all their children would love their parents.
As was natural, along with Hermione and Ron came Harry. He clearly cared about Teddy, though he was a bit awkward showing affection.
Where the surprise had come was Luna. Remus had accepted, too ill and too realistic about his prognosis to say refuse. He had stayed near his boy all day in case she determined Flurren Taskets were attacking and did something mental. As it turned out, strange at the best of times, Luna had a way of being remarkably silly that Teddy loved. She could make him gurgle with laughter, a sound Remus wanted to remember forever.
Another set of helping hands Remus had balked at was Fred and George, several time saying no, not watching his child to become a test subject for their experiments. Finally though, had come a rough day. He'd tried to contact others in a variety of ways but no one answered and he felt as though he'd overdosed on the twins Puking Pastilles. And though he hadn't seen a lot from his position beside the toilet, what he saw made him hope for the twins to have their own children one day. As silly as Luna was, Fred and George were better. Sometimes they even brought Lee Jordan with them, the twins charming bells onto his dreads so Teddy could pull them and play.
It made Remus happy to have such a group around him. It made his days easier, and it made for more people able to tell Teddy their memories of his father in the future. If no one else got that he didn't care.
The nice thing about having youth as friends was some didn't have jobs while the others were youthful and needed little sleep. It meant Remus could see most of them each night. When his condition had worsened, all the babysitters had drawn in close, not just gathering around him but becoming close friends themselves. It was peculiar to see Lee Jordan going to a Quidditch game with Luna, or see Harry, Ron, and Fred hang out whilst George and Hermione were at work, but everyone seemed perfectly comfortable.
There was only one issue. Harry and Ginny were constantly fighting; there was quiet betting in the group as to when they were going to break up. Ginny thought they should be spending more time together, seeing as they're dating, and Harry responded that he needed to be spending time with Remus.
Tonight the whole group is together. There's a sense that there's only going to be a few more months to do this, although no one acknowledges it out loud. Ron's brought a bottle of Firewhiskey, and Fred pours shots for everybody. Teddy is only a room away, and everyone aside from Harry can hold their liquor to take care of him if he starts crying. Remus wouldn't even hesitate with Harry, if Teddy started crying his adrenaline would flood and he would become as sharp as he was during the day as an auror.
When Fred pours second shots Remus doesn't feel drunk enough to think it's a problem with Teddy. He slurps it back and winces. It tastes off. He watches the faces of everyone else; they all twist their face as they drink it.
Luna though, right after she scrunches her face she says, "I'm grateful Fred spiked this drink with veritaserum because I think people aren't honest enough with each other. What are you grateful for?"
Lee, the closest to Luna slugs her in the arm. The way she's phrased it means everyone has to answer.
George starts. "I'm grateful that exploding wall only took off half of Percy's leg, and that no one I love died."
Fred's next. "I'm grateful for Lee being alive, because I think I might love him."
Lee, eyes wide with the proclamation, has to truthfully counter, "I'm grateful for getting my dream job. But I care about you too."
"I'm grateful for a lot. But getting my parents to know who I am again means the most right now." Hermione looks at Harry and Ron and swallows hard. It's obvious she thinks Harry and Ron will think she's supposed to be the most grateful for them surviving. But neither Harry nor Ron seem offended by not being first on her list.
"I'm grateful Ginny and Harry are arguing. I know it's horrible." Ron blushes, and crosses his arms.
Harry seems surprised but it doesn't stop him from saying "I'm grateful the people that died meant less to me then the people that survived. I can lose Hedwig, but I can't lose Ron, or Molly, or Remus."
Remus doesn't know how to phrase his, doesn't know how to make it not bare and bleak. "I'm happy that no one expects me to have a relationship."
Several of them fidget awkwardly. Fred looks apologetic, obviously planning this as a funny icebreaker game, he had no idea it would become so serious. Remus is about to turn on the radio so they don't have to talk until the serum wears off, when Luna -irritating Ravenclaw in a room of Gryffindors- has to push it.
"What do you mean?"
Remus knows as tight as he clenches his jaw, he'll still have to talk. He gives up and lets it spill. "No one expects a man to get a girlfriend or boyfriend. All my relationships have ended in disaster, and I'm sick of trying. It's the one advantage of dying."
Fred crosses his arms; it seems to be a Weasley trait in uncomfortable situations. "What makes you want to stop trying? If you could find love in the last few months you have, it might make the last nights better."
"I'm old, poor, dangerous, scarred, have a child, and I'm terminal. I've even less of a catch now then I was two years ago."
"I'm sorry, but we have things we really need to talk about," Hermione informs the larger group. The original trio apperate as one, and a good part of Remus is wondering what they're going to figure out about each other whilst they have to tell the truth. Most of the rest of him just wants to go to bed. The last sliver is something that will always be in the back of his head; how is Teddy?
"Look, as long as you're not too loud, you can stay as long as you want. You can see in the guest room if you want. I'm going to bed." Remus explains to Luna, Lee, Fred, and George.
He leaves the room and turns down the hall where the kitchen, bathroom and guest room are. Lately his magic's been too weak for him to do around Teddy, so he doesn't levitate his bassinet from the spare to his bedroom. He curls his arms around the sleeping infant, hair bright yellow as it always goes in sleep, and slowly walks up the stairs. He can't afford to fall over whilst holding his son.
Teddy's room is a neon blue that Tonks would have approved of, even though they didn't have time to paint before the battle. Remus settles him on his back and tucks the teddy bear in the corner of the crib. If he wasn't so sodding tired he would have heard a stampede of footsteps up the stairs, but as it is he barely manages to hang his housecoat on the hook.
"We turned the monitor off," George explains, startling the hell out of Remus. He turns around, all three young men are in his bedroom. "But Luna's in there. If Teddy wakes up or needs anything, you know she can take care of it."
"See, the thing of it, Remus?" Fred starts.
"We think you're a right catch," George finishes. The technique is different now that anyone can tell which one is which twin, but it does prove that they're of the same mind.
"And Lee thinks so too, though he's a bit shy compared to our boisterous selves."
Remus begins to undo the buttons of his sweater to go to bed. Fred moves forward, "Allow me to help you."
Remus startles when Lee steps close enough to undo his belt and the button of his fly. Even in his youth, he'd never had something like this happen to him. How was he supposed to react to two beautiful young men stripping him?
It's only when Remus is nude that the three begin to strip themselves. They do it quite efficiently, t-shirts are easier to take of then button down shirts. Lee begins the explanation "See, I'm poor,"
George, "I'm scarred"
Fred, "I'm dangerous." obviously referring to going into a berserker mode after witnessing Percy's injury and sending off Avada Kedravas by the dozens, not that anyone begrudged him afterwards, Ministry or Order.
Lee continues "We like old-"
"They know what they're doing-" George interrupts lasciviously.
"We like children-"
"Fun to hang out with, and they give us some of our best inspiration for the shoppe" Fred interrupts.
"And every human, witch, wizard, squib muggle is terminal, some just at a faster pace then others. So there's no reason you shouldn't be having sex until the day you die. Unless, you don't like us?"
Remus takes in Fred and George, stockier then he is but taller, a muggle hockey player build. They're covered in freckles, George's more on his limbs and less on his stomach, Fred with a sparser concentration. Lee's got long dreadlocks, nearly to his elbows, and flawless dark skin.
"You are without doubt the sexiest men I've seen in ten years, but there's no way I could have fuck you all. I'm not sure if I could even manage one, to tell the truth thanks to the Firewhiskey. And I'm not looking for a gang bang, really."
"There are other things. Just let us try tonight, then you can shrug it off if it seems like a bad idea." George smiles, and for some reason Remus decides to agree. He hasn't got much longer, each time he turns into a werewolf he gets sicker, and it's impossible to not turn. Why not do a bunch of crazy things, in between taking care of Teddy and writing out all the stories he wants his fifteen year old boy to know.
He surges forward to snog George, being careful to touch his shoulders and back instead of grabbing the man by the face the way he usually kisses. He doesn't want to feel what the Death Eaters took from George, and George probably doesn't want to be reminded. George tastes too sweet, like he's been feasting on icing for the last week, not like a man that's just drunk several shots of whiskey. Regardless, Remus loves it. It's like kissing Sirius straight after a visit to Honeydukes.
George eventually takes a step back. "Kneel, would you?"
Remus kneels and George, Lee, and Fred spread of in front of him in a semicircle. Their cocks are pointing straight towards him, and it's a hard sell for whom he wants to taste first. But before he has the chance to slip his lips on one, all three men start wanking. George is stroking slowly, with a squeeze near the head, almost as though he's trying to milk himself; the image makes Remus smirk. Fred is stroking as fast as his arm will let him, and Lee's got a middle pace but he's using his other hand to play with his bollocks.
On his knees Remus tries to keep up with them, he's older, slower to become erect. But once he's up and he's got a glob of spittle in his hand, he wanks furiously. He keeps his face level with their cocks but imagines their faces in his head as he jerks, thinks about if Fred tastes as sweet, or maybe the only time he tastes sweet is when he snogs his twin, and then Lee is there watching jerking and coming on Fred's arse as the brothers cupcake tongues rub together
And as his fantasies are swirling him to higher levels of need, nearly in unison the boys come. George gets the left side of his face, the come starts to drip down his cheek and onto his neck, whilst Lee shoots a bit further up and gets mostly in Remus' hair with a bit slowly dribble into his ear.
Fred on the other hand has attempted to aim down, and his spunk covers Remus' shoulders, drenching his greying chest. Lee drops to his knees and begins the same movement on Remus' bullocks he was working on his own, and it's enough. Remus groans and comes, flying onto Lee's chest. He starts to tip over and Fred is there to catch him. He leans against Fred as he quivers, nerves tingling post orgasm. George is the first to think of cleaning them up, he says something similar to scorigify and all the semen seems to disappear. George and Fred both lean under an arm and heave Remus to his feet, while Lee pulls back the blankets on the bed.
They dump him in, and Lee tucks Remus in. "You need to get some sleep. Luna or one of us will stay. Give us a thought, okay? Have a dream about it."
The three mean leave, and from his position in the bed they look a lot taller and stronger then they once were. They just might be strong enough to have a relationship with a dying man, without breaking when he eventually does die. He'll listen to Lee and let his dreams tell him.