LMOM#1: A Face In The Crowd Title:A Face In The Crowd Author:unbroken_halo Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/OMC Kink(s): Prostitution, anonymous outdoor oral sex, facial shot Challenge: LMOM10 Word count: 543 Summary: Taking refuge in Muggle London, Remus thinks he's alone until he sees a familiar face in the crowd. AN: Written for the Lusty Month of May 2010 challenge. Thanks to alisanne for the quickie once over. Any remaining mistakes are my own for fiddling it with it once more.
A Face In The Crowd
His fingers tugged at the greasy, dirty hair and he kept his eyes closed while the man's lips worked around his prick. Moaning, Remus canted his hips forward, thrusting back and forth, in and out of the slick mouth.
Warm fingers wrapped around his length, squeezing and sliding along his skin, hurrying him towards release. The suction increased and Remus gasped, his entire body tightening as he came. Finally, he opened his eyes, watching as the man at his feet caught each spurt on his face.
The fingers around him slowed, directing the last drops onto the cobblestones and Remus shuddered. The man's dark eyes opened and he grinned at Remus. Remus just sighed. The small bag of Muggle money fell from his fingers and landed with a clink at the man's knees as Remus was tucked away.
"Thanks, mate," the man murmured as he wiped his face then got to his feet. "See you around, eh?"
Remus only nodded as he watched him walk away. He glanced around then drew his wand, Vanishing the mess on the street and sighing. He never bothered to ask names anymore because it didn't matter. They were Muggles and didn't care. They didn't ask questions, didn't know what he was, so he was safe.
That had been his entire reason for hiding in London. While access to Diagon Alley was close, London was still large enough for Remus to lose himself in. And really, why would someone come looking for a known werewolf on purpose?
The stars were just appearing in the evening sky as the shadows were taking their places and the shop owners began to close up for the day. Remus turned toward home, meandering out of the alley with his hands in his trouser pockets. He paid little attention to noise on the street, only glancing up now and again before crossing the streets at the corners.
Stopping at the last intersection just before his own street, Remus looked up to check the light and he caught sight of someone familiar. He stared at the man, watching him walk through the thong of people. The man's strides made it seem as if he were gliding along the path. No, it couldn't be. Surely his eyes had deceived him.
Instead of walking across the street toward his flat, Remus followed the path around the corner, weaving through the crowd and trying to catch up to the person. It was no use though, and Remus fell behind. He watched the long legs eat up the distance between them, then he stopped on the path as the man turned.
Merlin! He'd recognize that face anywhere. But it couldn't be. He was supposed to be dead. Remus himself had seen You-Know-Who send the curse at him, watched as he'd fallen to the ground.
Remus had been just as shocked then as he was now, and only being jostled by a passerby brought him out of his stunned state. Shaking his head, he realized that he couldn't be the only one who'd 'died' on the Hogwart's grounds those many years ago.
They had lost so many good wizards and witches during the fight against Voldemort that he couldn't help the words that fell from his lips.