gala_apples (gala_apples) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-28 18:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: gala_apples, kink: cross-dressing, kink: d/s, kink: humiliation, kink: spanking, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/zacharias |
Title: Dinner
Rating: nc17
Pairing: Remus/Zacharias
Wordcount: 1485
Kink(s): D/s, spanking, petticoat discipline, humiliation, wanking.
Challenge: LMOM 2009
Summary: Zacharias and Harry have never gotten along. Remus does not like this.
Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/zach(or draco) - spanking (or humiliation - oh, could be petticoat discipline, always the best kind of discipline) <--where remus punishes his partner for mouthing off"
if a visual is needed, this is what he's wearing: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thi
Remus has been waiting all night for an excuse. He tries to remind himself to be fair, note the difference between a joke and cruelty, but it's a sham. All he wants is one good reason.
It's not often he and Zacharias attend the weekly Weasley dinners. Molly's given him a standing invitation, Remus and whomever he's dating can come any time they want. He likes going, between Molly and Fleur the food is delicious and being surrounded by friends-even if they're not the Marauders- is always a pleasant feeling. It's the atmosphere that begins to surface whenever Harry and Zacharias are together that Remus hates.
Zacharias has never said why he hates the man so much. Remus has asked in all sorts of situations hoping to extract an answer; casually at breakfast, seriously during a Relationship Talk, curiously when they share their pasts, demanding whilst he's in total control during a spanking. Zacharias never has anything to say, silent in all situations except for the sniffling and tears streaming down his face for the last.
The hate seems to be mutual, Zacharias making scornful remarks at Harry then Harry biting back. Worse then that is the rest of the Weasleys jumping on the bandwagon of Protect Harry From the Evil Hufflepuff. The evening inevitably becomes a shouting match, or Zacharias trading abuse with every other person in the house. At this point, Remus knows to come alone or not come at all.
Tonight is different though. Tonight is a celebration of Fleur's becoming pregnant, and it would be rude to turn down the invitation. He and Zacharias pick out elegant robes to wear, and Remus warns Zacharias thoroughly of what will happen if he says a single out of place word to any of the other guests. Remus waits until the last minute before they apperate, holding Zacharias' hand. The later they are, the less time the blond has to talk to others.
Everyone else is wearing classy robes, and the dinner is oddly formal. Every time Zacharias starts to talk Remus places a hand on his thigh under the table to remind him to behave, or suffer the consequences. Still, he gets repeatedly distracted from his boyfriend, looking at the other men at the table.
Remus, having spent all his formative years as a muggle still sometimes thinks of robes as men in dresses. He can't possibly be the only one who thinks so, the only one who notices the similarity. Where Remus is different is that it thrills him, the tiny step between Kingsley wearing attire appropriate for work and Kingsley in a strapless white dress at home. Every man in the wizard world has it in them to be a beautiful woman, and he can always have a great wank picturing just about anyone acting so.
Just as George is accioing the second course from the kitchen to the table, Zacharias seems to snap. Remus hasn't been paying attention to Ron and Harry's conversation, more focused on his own conversation with Gabrielle on her potions apprenticeship, but Zacharias has obviously been following every word.
"You're so full of shit!" Zacharias spits over the noise of everyone else. Conversations stop as umpteenth Weasleys try to figure out what the problem is, and if they need to step in.
Finally he has his excuse. Remus puts his napkin politely on his plate and stands. The chair scrapes the floor and everybody looks at him. Everybody except Zacharias.
"Zacharias and I will be back soon. Molly, what's dessert?"
"I made a pumpkin pie."
"If you'd save two pieces, I'd be much obliged." Remus smiles, then wrenches Zacharias from his seat and sidealong apperates home.
"Zacharias. What do you think is going to happen now?" he begins to pace and the blond tracks his every step.
"You made a rule, I didn't follow. I'm going to get punished."
"Sodding right you are. That was a once in a lifetime dinner, and you spoiled it. Are you going to follow the punishment rules, or are we going to have a problem?" it's a trick question, one of the punishment rules is no talking. Zacharias silently walks into the bathroom and starts the shower. Besides being a rule, it gives Remus the chance to calm down. It's important that he not be angry when he punishes Zacharias, he needs to be in total control in his role.
Zacharias' hair is dark when he drops to his knees in the middle of the living room. His body is dry but he has a sensitive scalp and likes to let his hair air-dry, and Remus knows if he inhaled deeply the man would smell of green apples. Zacharias assumes the proper position, on his hands and knees, facing the armrest of the couch. If they spelled their couch to talk, it would have an entire book of kinky stories to tell. He's hard, youthful cock pressed against his stomach.
The punishment rules state once Remus cues Zacharias, the blond can crawl to the trunk resting against the wall and pull out three implements he's prepared to feel. Remus will pick one, and the punishment will commence, strokes depending on the toy and the severity of the disobedience Zacharias has committed. It's their routine, and Remus knows he makes a bad Master if he changes the rules on a whim.
At the same time, he's been waiting a long time for the perfect moment to add another dimension into their play. What better time to introduce it then when it's going to have maximum impact?
"Before we start, I'm granting you permission to speak. Do you have anything to say?" it's another trick question, not that Zacharias knows it. Remus knows his boyfriend well enough to know that Zacharias is going to spout off, and it'll provide him with the ideal opportunity.
"I'm not sorry. He may have saved the world as we know it, but he's still a git."
Remus almost sighs at the perfection. "You sound like a bitch. A whiny little bitch. And do you know how bitches dress?"
"What?" Zacharias sounds confused, like Remus expects him too. With such a confident man, it's great to hear a bit of uncertainty in his voice.
Remus holds out an armful of yellow silk. Zacharias frowns as he stands, taking the fabric pile. He shakes it out and his frown only deepens.
"I'm not wearing that, are you mental?"
"If you don't put it on this instant, this relationship is over." it kills him to say it, but Zacharias has to follow the rules of conduct, and has to know if he doesn't there will be consequences. The Hufflepuff can see in his eyes he's not lying, and there are a few heart stopping seconds when Remus wonders if he's pushed it too far, if Zacharias is going to refuse. If he does, their relationship is ruined regardless. Either Remus follows through and breaks up with him, or he caves and he no longer has any of the power that suits their dynamic so well.
But then Zacharias undoes the zipper on the back, and steps into it. Remus stands behind his boyfriend to zip it up, and then kisses Zacharias' neck. His hand darts up the ruffles so he can wrap his hand around his cock. As he starts to stroke he realises the dress is going to get stained and belatedly pushes up the short hemline. Zacharias hisses against the rapid pace of his hand, then lolls his head back as he comes across Remus' fingers. Remus spells away the leavings and tugs the dress back down over his thighs.
"I love you," he whispers, before apperating them back to the Burrow.
From the fury in his expression, Zacharias wasn't expecting to leave the house again. But he locks eyes with the younger man and without words makes him understand. This is a matter of trust, believing in one's Master even if you don't like their choices.
Everyone is staring as they sit back down at the table. Harry breaks first, beginning to giggle. Soon every Weasley is laughing as well, even Percy manages a chortle into a handkerchief before he settles down. Zacharias reddens, cheeks painfully bright. The pink of his skin contrasts badly with the bright yellow, but Remus thinks his boy looks adorable.
"Molly, if you have any left, can we have those slices of pie?" Remus smiles his most pleasant old professor smile and hopes it makes up slightly for clearly being a deviant. Gabrielle's eyes are pinned on Zacharias, and Ron is still laughing.
"Um, that is, yes, of course." She stands and hurries to the kitchen, coming back with two plates hovering in front of her. Remus calmly begins to eat his dessert, ignoring everyone's gaze. Ultimately, this is Zacharias' lesson, and it doesn't matter if he upsets others with it.