LMoM#24 by odogoddess - 'Blue Moon'
Title: (15 Feb 1976) 'Blue Moon' Author: psyfic Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Regulus, Severus Kink(s): alpha remus, voyeurism, biting, dirty talk, felching Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 2,026
Author's note: If you are reading this for the first time, please go to the first entry and start reading there. Otherwise, this saga may not make any sense at all. Thanks!
15 Feb 1976
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
Reg had a word with the House. I'm pretty sure he told them to leave me alone, especially outside of the Common Room. We couldn't afford any points lost by bickering amongst ourselves. My house knows I tend to hex first and worry about consequences afterwards. They also know my hexes aren't harmless and even lackwits like Goyle respect the business end of my wand.
He might have also pointed out that a huge number of the points our house could boast had come from my tutoring of the not-so-lacking in wits in the House. At least I hope so. It's true, anyroad.
Still, he's saved my arse, literally. What the boys do to someone who loses our house its standing isn't particularly imaginative, but it is painful.
Privately all he told me was to keep away from Lupin.
'Jealous?' I asked.
He laughed. 'Look in the mirror, Sev. He's the reason we're behind to Ravenclaw. You had a jealous snit when he was chatting up that Mudblood gash you're so fond of. You think I hadn't heard?'
My hand itched to go for my wand, but I just stood there and stared at him.
'Now are we on the same page?'
I'd no intention of dignifying his insinuations with an answer. I just stared.
'Now I can overlook these little games you play with Gryffs, but not when they affect our House standing. Do we understand one another?'
I gritted my teeth.
'What I do and who I do it with is my business.'
Reg lifted a brow.
'Well, well. Haven't we gone beyond our station.'
'I thought you were upset because I was going beneath our so-called station.'
Reg stared at me, then finally smiled. It wasn't a good smile.
'Maybe, Sev old boy, it's time to demonstrate just how the station works and where it stops.'
RJL here.
Merlin, but I hate the day before full moon almost as much as the night.
I've got even more hair than usual. I'm huge down there and horny as a hare.
S has been plotting. He's boiling mad about SS having 'hexed him, and in front of a sweet, pretty girl.' I'm not sure which upsets him more, he goes on about it so.
I don't want to hear what he plans. I wish they would all keep me out of it. Can't they understand I'm a prefect, for Merlin's sake?
Lily tried to tell S he was just as much to blame for what SS had done, but he patted her head like she was a dog and said it was kind of her to be so nice, but she was wasting it on a no-good Slytherin. She glared at him and left.
I just hope SS isn't having a hard time of it in Slytherin House.
RJL here.
Oh, God, Merlin... I can't believe what I've done...
J & S had gone somewhere. They were thick as thieves with their plot and being sick of it I was glad not to have to hear them. P was in a panic over a Transfiguration paper and Lily offered to help him with it in the library.
I took a walk and ended up staring out from the crossover bridge. It was bitter cold, but I didn't care. I run hot at this time anyway, and the snow and chill felt soothing, calming.
'Well, well, if it's not Severus's little ginger Gryff.'
I could smell him, like I had in the loo that one time I watched him abuse SS. The thought did not help.
I went hard as stone and tried to ignore him.
'Not very friendly. I don't see what Severus sees in you.'
'I'm not in the mood for conversation,' I finally said, not turning. I could smell his mood -- piss & vinegar & hot blood. My fingers clenched on the wooden railing.
When he spoke, it was from right behind me.
'I'm sorry to hear that, but there is something we need to clarify, you and I.'
He was randy. I could smell that now, and it made me harder still. My muscles all tensed with my own need and I tried to relax before turning.
'What do you want?'
'It was my understanding that Severus means something to you. Well, he's been a rather naughty boy and is in quite a bit of trouble with Slytherin House.'
My stomach clenched now and I bit my lip.
'I'm sorry to hear that.'
'I knew you would be. In fact, I was hoping you might be willing to help him.'
I finally turned.
'What do you want?'
He smiled at me, a dazzling smile, as his eyes raked over me.
'Well, then, maybe I can see what Severus sees in you.'
My prick twitched and I dug my nails into my palm.
'What. Do. You. Want?'
'Oh, now don't be like that. Can't Gryffindors take a compliment?'
'You're wasting my time,' I tried to turn and head away, but he put a hand on my shoulder and stopped me. He squeezed my shoulder and I swallowed.
'It is not my intention to waste your time, my dear little Gryffindor. But I was hoping you would see clear to providing me some... answers.'
I froze. I didn't dare move. The urges were building. It was too close to nightfall. I was much too randy.
'Privately, of course.'
'No one else is here,' I managed to say.
'Ah, but would you want someone else seeing this?'
His other hand was on me, on my hardness, and I couldn't help it. I turned toward him and he smiled at me again, that beautiful dazzling smile so like S's and then he leaned his head in and rubbed his cheek against mine, his lips brushing my collar as he whispered, 'I'd love to fuck you.'
He didn't know it, but his movement was submissive to the beast in me, which understood it instinctively... and accepted.
Heat swept over me. It unknotted my muscles and made me feel suddenly, incredibly hungry in every way.
He thought he knew me, knew something about me, but he was just a stupid fool and I was in need. He would do.
'I know someplace we could go,' I told him, feeling completely and most terribly relaxed.
The Prefect's bath was empty.
I didn't spare him anything. I pulled my wand and stripped him.
He didn't complain. He just smiled like it was all a big game.
'Man of few words, eh? I like that,' he insisted.
He lifted his wand and I disarmed him. It was pathetically easy. One second he was twitching his hand toward his wand and the next I had it in mine. I set both our wands aside even as he blurted out the start of a complaint. It was unimportant.
Then I ripped open my trouser placket, releasing my aching prick.
He stopped complaining to stare. I truly was huge, purple with need, and dripping.
'Great Merlin, no wonder Severus can't stay away from you.'
I smelt and saw his arousal. It made me even harder.
Then it was as if I could smell Severus. The smell was uncertain, but I could scent arousal and dismay and it made me even more excited, that he might see and be as upset as I had been seeing him with Regulus.
I looked around and couldn't see him, but then one of my friends has an Invisibility cloak and anything is possible. Just the thought that he could be there drove me mad with need.
It was all I knew until afterwards.
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
I think Remus Lupin is a werewolf.
When Reg left I had work to finish, not my own. I did two of Goyle's papers, using my spell to make the handwriting his own. I finished an arithmancy chart for MacNair and then I left to find Reg.
I was concerned about what he might do.
I just saw him walking off the crossover bridge, followed by Lupin.
They headed for the Prefect's bath and I Disillusioned on myself, then followed them. I just got in before the door closed.
They never saw me.
They were too caught up in their own hijinks.
Lupin was like a bloody animal. Apropos.
He wasn't even fully undressed when he grabbed Reg and began sucking and biting at his neck. I fisted my hands, knowing how much Reg loved his neck being played with.
'Fuck yes!'
Lupin bit down from there, biting at his nipples and pinching at the other with his hand and Reg was clinging to him. I thought he'd spurt in the air.
Then Lupin spun him around and began to bite his neck and shoulders from behind. Reg just shook and gasped.
I thought when Lupin pushed him down, on all fours, Reg would stop him or complain. He's never done that for me, even when I asked him, at least not without complaining and expecting a lot more than I'm willing to give in exchange.
Reg bent his head onto his arms and left his arse up high, his knees spread and Lupin didn't say a word. He didn't use lube, either. He bent and sniffed like an animal, although that isn't what made me think he's a werewolf. He started licking Reg's bollocks and Reg whined and moaned like a whore.
Then Lupin started licking and sucking at Reg's hole and I had to look away. I've never been keen of that and glad it wasn't asked of me after Lucius had shown me how to do it. He had shown me, as I'd shown Lupin, in the water and only ever after ensuring the area was clean. It was how civilised gentlemen did such things, he had told me and whilst I hadn't cared for it, I appreciated his fastidiousness.
This wasn't fastidious. It was animalistic need made flesh.
Lupin sucked and licked and slobbered, clutching at Reg's hips and arse cheeks with grabby hands and a careless manner. He wasn't the least concerned with being careful and nor was Reg.
He didn't prepare Reg, either, beyond leaving his hole slick with spit. He got up onto knees and I held my breath. His cock was huge and purple and dripping.
He shoved it into Reg with one thrust, Reg's head fell back, mouth open in a silent exclamation, and I clenched my hands so hard it hurt. I waited for Reg to cry out.
'Oh, FUCK YES!'
I froze, feeling betrayed as I watched Reg shiver and push back into Lupin's hard, fast thrusts.
'Oh, Merlin! Fuck yes, yes, YES!'
Lupin growled.
'You filthy, fucking, beautiful arse thief, you!'
Reg moaned and moved in unison with Lupin who fucked him gracelessly, his fingers clenched hard on Reg's hips.
Suddenly he arched and grunted as he spurted into Reg. I could see the come dripping from between them, then, as he pulled out, still hard, watched as it dribbled from Reg who was still hard and moaning.
Lupin buried his face back there again, licking and sucking up his own spunk, and Reg wriggled and cried out filth over and over.
Then Lupin pushed Reg onto his back and bent and began to lick and suck at Reg's cock.
Reg screamed and arched and came all over Lupin's face and neck.
Lupin smiled, a truly terrible smile, and he grabbed Reg by the legs and pushed his knees apart and up, up onto his own shoulders and with one thrust, pushed his cock deep inside.
'Oh, Merlin, you're going to fuck me to death.'
Lupin just smiled and nodded.
I didn't want to watch anymore. What I had seen was bad enough.
Then I noticed something.
Reg was clutching at Lupin. Every time he did, Lupin snarled or growled. Reg just laughed and threw his head back or moaned.
I could see it, though. Reg, like most Purebloods, wore a solid silver and emerald Slytherin ring, a single coiled serpent holding the gem in its mouth. Beautiful things, but I could only dream of ever having one.
Where it touched Lupin, where it dug into his skin as Reg clutched at him, it was leaving marks.
Not pressure marks. Not that greenish-colour that some people's skin got from rings made of cheaper metals than the jeweller had claimed.
Burns. Small, perfectly delineated burns. Red scaled patterns matching the coils of Reg's ring.