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Antigonie (antigonie) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-02 00:19:00

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Violent Turns: LMOM Day 1
Violent Turns: LMOM Day 1
Title: Violent Turns
Author: Antigonie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Fenrir Greyback
Kinks: biting, blood play, d/s, nipple play, rough sex. Some more graphic than others. I don't think I missed naming any kinks, but I could be wrong.
Challenge: LMOM: Tier 1, Day 1
Notes: This is my first time ever writing sex, slash, or anything graphic. This is also my first time ever posting any of my work for others to see. *nervous* I hope I didn't mess it up too bad. If I need to change any tags or anything, let me know. I am new to all of this.

It hurt in the most delightful manner. It was a pain so blindingly enjoyable that it made every nerve ending tingle with pleasure. This was what he needed. He could finish with just this. He didn’t need a hand or mouth gently caressing him in order to reach the threshold of blissful orgasm. No, he needed that hand and mouth put to a different use. A far more painful one.

As his nighttime companion’s sharp nails cut a path down his bare back, Remus arched up with a sadistic smile. A moment later, the smile was replaced by a breathy moan as the nails splayed across his chest instead. Remus was so caught in the anticipation of those nails traveling downward that he didn’t realize that he had become a subject of intense study. His only warning was the warm, volatile breath that washed over his left ear from behind.

“Having fun, my little wanton creature?” Fenrir Greyback softly growled before nipping at his neck. “I would never have guessed your passions ran in such directions. Submissive certainly, but I never though you would be into pain.”

A wicked grin played on Remus’ lips. He had to force his voice into something more than a pleading moan to reply, “You would be surprised at what I find pleasure in. I could teach even you a thing or two about pain.”

In truth, Remus had a difficult time believing that. He may certainly be getting his own sexual kicks out of a bad situation, but he had no doubt that Greyback had more knowledge about causing physical pain than he could even begin to contemplate. He was at least confident in the fact that part of the animalistic pleasure found in their sexual encounters was based on controlling the suffering as much as causing it.

It was easy for him to say that he was only here, on his knees and in the hands of someone so despicable, because he had no other way to survive. With James and Lily dead, due to Sirius’ betrayal no less, he had found it almost impossible to stay alive on the streets. Half starved and desperate, he had turned to various underground werewolf clans for some support. The truth of why he was residing with this particular clan was a little harder to admit. Remus submitted to Greyback because a piece of him, somewhere hidden in the deepest and darkest recesses of his mind, obscenely enjoyed it.

He remembered why when the hand on his chest began to move again. Glancing down, he focused on the nails that were now almost teasingly scraping an unfamiliar design over his torso. They were dirty enough to make him wince in disgust through his haze of passion. Ultimately, he supposed the muck wedged in those sharpened claws only clarified the filthiness inherent in the deed to be performed.

Without warning, the hand stopped teasing and demanded attention. Nails now cut into his chest, drawing five thin trails of blood from the base of his throat to his right nipple. Two fingers traced the outer edge of his areola before grasping the pert knob and violently twisting it. Hissing at the sudden sensory onslaught, Remus closed his eyes and allowed all but the basest mental processes to cease. Fenrir appropriately responded to his reaction with an increase in pressure and pace. The threshold between pleasurable pain and disfiguring torture was nearly breached when Remus felt a release in pressure. The left faced much the same treatment before a mouth replaced the now downwardly roaming hand.

There was no gentle kiss or soothing caress of tongue. A sharp nip of teeth and a forceful sucking on each nipple gave Fenrir’s hand enough time to graze through the thin line of sandy hair that led to Remus' already attentive member. His head fell back as a calloused hand wrapped firmly around his hard shaft and began to move. There was no tenderness, just rough jerky strokes that made every nerve ending pulse with an impending orgasm.

The teeth stopped torturing his bloody chest and instead latched onto his exposed throat in an effort mark an already marked conquest. Remus felt the erotic tickling sensation of fluid running down his collar bone, and he felt a sudden chill of pleasure at being unsure if it was blood or spit.

Thrusting shamelessly into Greyback’s hand, he felt his muscles tense in the effort to prevent himself from finishing too quickly. His sadistic partner seemed to desire his premature defeat though. While one hand continued its assault on Remus’ now aching cock, Fenrir slid one hand further back and stroked an engorged sack with one sharp nail. The tantalizing sensation almost made Remus take flight. With one final tug, he shot his seed across Greyback’s hand and arm.

Sagging forward to rest on both his hands and knees, Remus allowed the final spasms of a delightful orgasm to pass through his body. After a few minutes, he looked up in fearful anticipation.

Greyback greeted his stare with a feral snarl, “Now it’s my turn.”