gala_apples (gala_apples) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-30 16:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: gala_apples, kink: dream sex, kink: oral sex, remus/justin |
lmom day thirty
Title: What He Does Know
Rating: r
Pairing: Remus/Justin
Wordcount: 3064
Kink(s): blowjob
Challenge: LMOM 2009
Summary: Justin is the first vistor when he wakes up, before he even know who he is.
Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/?? - amnesia fic - where remus or ?? has lost their memory but is still attracted to the other - they hope that returning to how things used to be (in all the kinky glory) will bring the memories back..." this didn't quite end up matching the prompt, but it's got the amnesia, and it's fluffy!
When it wakes up, it has no idea who it is, or where it is. It can't remember anything specific. It opens it's eyes and an alarm goes off. It's in a hospital, when the mediwitch apperates in it knows it's in St Mungo's.
"Oh good, you've opened your eyes. We were concerned if your body would remember how to do that."
It looks down at it's body in concern, lifting up the blanket. He's got a penis, and scars running all over his skin. A few are fresh, bandages slowly tinting red. But he's sure cuts aren't enough to make him forget things.
"What happened?"
"Oh, you remember how to talk. That's wonderful!" She's beaming at him, and it only makes him more worried. For being able to talk to be a good sign, he must have been in some sort of horrible accident.
She's muttering and Quick Quotes Quills are copying everything onto three different floating clipboards. He sits silently in bed, waiting for her to answer the question. Just as he's about to repeat himself, she walks to the door and tells it to let in Mr. Justin Finch Fletchly. A thin, tall, blond teenager walks in, and he wonders what his hair colour is. Maybe this is his son?
"Remus!" the blond shouts. Justin runs towards the bed and throws his arms around him. He doesn't know how to respond, has no idea what this person is expecting.
"I'm Remus, then?"
The blond jerks away, takes in his face like he's trying to judge if he's serious. Then he turns on the mediwitch, furious. "He doesn't remember anything?"
"Mr Finch Fletchly, you knew when you brought him in that there was a chance he'd never remember anything. He remembers how to use his limbs, and he remembers words and concepts. For that matter, he's not dead. You should be thrilled at your luck." Justin gapes at her, and even Remus, who's never met this boy before, can see that he's purpling with rage. Before Justin takes a swing, which Remus has no doubt is coming, she apperates away.
"You brought me in? Maybe you could tell me what happened? She wouldn't."
"You don't know anything about your past?" Justin asks, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Not a blessed thing."
"Okay, well... you're a werewolf. She said you knew concepts, you know what those are?"
Remus is horrified. It explains the extensive scarring, but the idea that he's one of those monsters that eats children is terrible. He nods his head mutely, trying to figure out how he can kill himself before the next moon. He doesn't want to hurt anyone.
"Well, you daft bastard, you wanted to save a few galleons so you bought from a dealer offering the potion at a lower price."
"Potion?" Not only is he a child-killer, he's an addict. Remus wants to go back to not knowing anything about himself.
"Yes, the potion that keeps people safe from being eaten on the full moon? Oh, you don't remember that part, do you? I can see it in your face." Justin makes an aborted move, and Remus wonders what's going on with this person. How is he mates with someone so young? "You take a potion the night of the full moon to turn you into a wolf instead of a werewolf. You don't hurt anyone, you never have."
"I don't?"
"Remus, you'd never hurt anyone." the teenager leans in and Remus is shocked to feel lips against his own. His body reacts naturally and his tongue slips into Justin's mouth. Justin twirls his against him, he tastes odd. Like cigarette smoke, but not.
When Justin finally pulls back, Remus smiles. "I guess we're boyfriends then. What we just did is pretty wrong if you're my son."
Justin splutters, wiping his eyes clean of tears of mirth. "No, we're not related. Actually, we've been dating about a year."
"And it's going..." Remus doesn't know why he's asking, Justin could easily lie and he wouldn't know.
"Pretty sweet. You love me, I love you, we don't often fight. Well, except now. If you knew who you were and I wouldn't feel guilty for doing it to a stranger, I'd fecking belt you one." Justin crosses his arms over his chest.
"What?"
In a flash Justin turns on the anger he'd had with the mediwitch. "What the fuck Remus! Have I taught you nothing? You ALWAYS buy from the same dealer, someone you can trust!"
Maybe Justin is the one addicted to potions. Or maybe he's werewolf too, and they have different suppliers. "You have a dealer?"
"I AM a dealer." Seeing Remus' expression he smiles. "Don't worry, it's only pot. I don't sell anything that could kill someone, not like that rat bastard that gave you a wolfsbane potion with triple the amount of slug eyes. I swear, if you ever remember his face I'm going to track him down, and I'm going to fucking kill him."
Remus startles as another alarm goes off in his small room. Justin glares. "That bint. I'm not leaving now, I've been waiting over a week for you to wake up. I don't care why she has her knickers in a twist, I'm not going to let her take me away from you. I'll be right back."
The curly haired teen stands and closes the door behind him. Remus waits for Justin to come back, but a few minutes later the door melts into the wall and there's no way out. Remus becomes certain that there's a silencing charm in play, and if there wasn't he'd be hearing Justin screaming at the staff. Even though he doesn't understand it intellectually, he gets an emotional response of contentment. For some reason it just seems right to be dating someone that makes scenes.
Bored, he begins to occupy himself with creating a past with Justin. He doesn't know how they met, but he imagines it's in a club. He imagines a hundred young sexy men thrusting against each other in a form of clothed orgy, and himself on the sidelines, not quite comfortable with dancing. And then the gorgeous blonde slips against him, and asks Remus if he'll buy him a drink because he isn't allowed to purchase alcohol.
He doesn't know when Justin first went home with him, but he imagines it's the same night. Justin, because by the end of the night Remus knows half the life story of the talkative boy, not only his name, is drunk off his arse, and in no way capable of getting home. He can't even slur to Remus where home is. So Remus brings Justin home with him, to his small flat in the middle of a muggle apartment block. He puts Justin on the couch and drapes a spare blanket over the fully clothed teen, taking off his shoes and placing them on the floor beside him. Then Remus retires to his own bedroom.
He doesn't know when they had sex for the first time, but imagines it's in the morning. Remus wakes up to wet heat surrounding his cock- Justin is giving him a blowjob to wake him up. His fingers tangle in Justin's hair, curly and knotted to begin with, worse with an evening's worth of sweat and melted gel, matted from sleeping on it. He pulls hard enough to rip out a few hairs as he's coming, but Justin doesn't seem to care, only untangles them from Remus' fingers before leading his hand to his cock. Remus gives the teen a handjob before they both get out of bed. Remus shows Justin where the shower is, but he's fully content to wipe himself up with a sock and wriggle back into his clothes.
He doesn't know when they met a second time, but imagines that Justin breaks into his flat. He comes home one day from his thrilling job- Remus decides he's a professional Quidditch player- and Justin is sitting at the kitchen table. He explains that he remembered the floo code, and he thought it was about time they see each other again.
He doesn't know when they went on their first date, but imagines that Justin takes him out to watch some of his rival teams playing Quidditch. Justin's eyes are glassy and he laughs too often, and for a while Remus doesn't understand. Then he does, and he's furious. But Justin explains that it's not a problem, that he won't stop just because Remus thinks it's naughty, but he can promise to never do it around him, if he wants. Remus doesn't like the idea of narcotics, but at the same time he's really beginning to like Justin. So he agrees.
He doesn't know when they fell in love, but thinks that it was probably something pathetically sappy. He fell in love with Justin on valentines day, when the man broke in to his flat whilst Remus was at work and covered the entire bed in chocolate- Remus senses he likes chocolate, though there's no way to confirm it- and when he'd sat around playing poker with all his married friends they'd laughed at him. But over the course of the night, each had individually told him that was the kind of thing they loved about their girlfriend, and sap was okay.
What he does know, is that if he never remembers how things started with Justin, it'll be frustrating, but okay. All that matters is that he can feel love growing a second time for the young man, and he knows Justin loves him as well.