LMOM- Collared: Part 9
Title: Collared Part 9 Author: KateKintail Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Kinks: Food smut Pairing: Remus/OMC, Remus/Sirius Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets. Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves. Word Count: 1,365 Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
It took Remus a moment to catch his breath after that one. He and Sirius had done some seriously kinky things in their time together, but they had never tried it in a swing magically suspended from the ceiling—who would have thought of doing that? Well, Linus, apparently.
“You all right?” Linus seemed out of breath as well, but he was grinning from ear to ear; apparently Remus had done something right.
Remus nodded in answer, glad his collar gave him that much ability to communicate. The sex was good and it was Linus’ right as the owner to demand anything of him. But Remus had no idea what the hour was or even what day it was. Most importantly, he was starting to get quite hungry. “Good,” Linus said. Then, “how about we raid the fridge?”
Thankfully, Remus’ stomach chose that particular moment to rumble, btu he nodded again so Linus wouldn’t miss how much he wanted food.
They headed down the hall and stairs, making a few turns Remus wouldn’t have anticipated, given the brief glimpse of the house he had received upon arrival. Perhaps the layout was magical and the configuration kept changing. Or perhaps the house was larger on the inside than the outside. Most likely, Remus wasn’t as good with special relations as he had supposed.
The kitchen was gigantic. It could easily have fit four of Remus’ old flats into it and still have had room for an ice cream counter on one side. Cupboards lines the walls forever in either direction, varying in size and shape, depending on what was being stored inside. There were two stoves and a fireplace to boot. Remus’ attention was also drawn to the sea of copper pots and pans hanging from a rack on the ceiling. Not a lot of wizards went for modern conveniences like these, but this one obviously did. The only thing the kitchen seemed to lack was a refrigerator. Remus looked around for it, but he couldn’t locate it until Linus walked right over to a cupboard and opened it up to reveal a cleverly disguised fridge. A gust of cold air rushed out of the fridge when it opened and Linus shivered as it washed over him.
Feeling protective about the man he had spent so much time already making happy, Remus went over and pressed himself to Linus’ bare back. He rubbed the man’s upper arms and chest, and he reached down to give Linus’ cold-shriveled dick a few rubs.
Naturally, Linus smiled and looked over his shoulder. “Knew there was a reason I chose you.” He tiled his head toward the open fridge. “What do you feel like eating? Roast beef and veg? Steak and eggs? See anything you like?”
It didn’t take Remus one second to see what he wanted. Everything looked good to him—healthy, substantial, filling. But what he instinctively pointed at was nothing of the sort.
Linus followed the direction of Remus’ finger and his gaze and chuckled He reached forward for a bottle of chocolate sauce. “This isn’t much of a meal,” he said. But Remus looked so longingly at the bottle he kept it out. “All right.”
Remus couldn’t help it—the prospect of having chocolate was too much—he kissed Linus’ cheek in appreciation.
“Well, well. A werewolf after my own heart. But you can’t just have chocolate sauce.” He pulled a drawer out at the middle of the fridge and took out a container of strawberries. The he went over to the counter to the left of the fridge and retrieved a few bananas. Next, he searched through a cupboard for a bag of marshmallows. “How’s this for starters?”
Remus nodded enthusiastically, getting the message, though he still eyed the cholate sauce with great desire. Whatever the man had in mind was find, so long as he got some chocolate. It had been entirely too long since his last taste of chocolate.
* Flashback- October 25, 1981
Remus’ ears perked up at the sound of a wrapper rustling. His head whipped around to see Peter with a small bag of candy he was supposed to be setting aside for trick-or-treaters. Peter was helping himself to a small chocolate nut bar. Mouth full, Peter gave Remus a shrug. Quickly, he chewed and swallowed. “I won’t tell Sirius if you don’t.”
Remus considered this for a second, then dug into the bag with Peter. Knowing how it would look to have a half-filled bag, the best thing to do was to just eat it all. Without thinking, he gorged on chocolate. Some was dark and paired with mint or orange or—in one case—raspberry. Some came with chewy caramel or chunky almonds. And some was simply creamy and sweet and delicious. He let every bit of it linger a moment on his tongue, enjoying the tastes even as he reached for a new piece.
When he stomach started to ache, he slowed down but didn’t stop. Soon, he and Peter had polished off a whole bag of chocolates. They sat together on a loveseat, amidst a hundred wrappers. He felt he might burst if he tried to eat just one more piece of chocolate, but it had tasted so good it was worth it. He closed his eyes and rested a hand on his tummy. He sighed deeply and then let his breathing slow. Maybe a nap would be a good idea just about now. And when he woke up he would finish gathering up the things to take over to James and Lily’s place.
“Merlin’s pants!”
Remus opened just one of his eyes. Sirius stood there in front of them, eyes wide.
“Whoops,” said Peter. “Busted.”
“I cannot believe you two. James and Lily asked us to do one thing and I come back from getting the groceries to find you like this? What were you thinking eating so much chocolate? This was for the kids who visit us next week. Why in the world would—”
The rest of his rant was cut short. Remus had stood, grabbed the neck of his shirt, pulled him close, and snogged him hard. Sirius seemed surprised at first, but then gave in. And even when Peter cleared his throat, uncomfortable at so much snogging right in front of him, Remus didn’t let up.
*
Linus lay naked on the center island in the kitchen, a pool of chocolate sauce on his stomach. At first, Remus dipped the fruit and marshmallows into the chocolate. Linus grinned as he watched Remus snack on the sweets. But pretty soon Remus wasn’t satisfied with just a few little tastes of chocolate. He set the other things aside, briefly considering stuffing a banana in Linus’ mouth to keep him quiet while he ate, and then began lapping at the chocolate. His tongue separated the chocolate from the man’s warm skin, lick by lick. The man shuddered at each touch, wet and rough.
It was a race to see if he could clean off all the chocolate before Linus came from the sensations. The chocolate was so good that Remus was sure he wouldn’t stop even then, but he preferred his chocolate to be sweet not salty. Remus opened his mouth, eating around Linus’ naval. His tongue darted down toward the sensitive skin, not tickling but stimulating.
“Ohhh…” Linus moaned. “So good.” That seemed to be Linus’ catchphrase when he was incredibly turned on. Remus had lost count of how many times they had had sex, but nearly every time had included that line. Remus couldn’t answer and didn’t want to stop eating chocolate to smile. As he licked, he blindly reached out and cupped Linus’ balls, squeezing tightly. Not yet. There were still a few smudges of chocolate around Linus’ right nipple, and Remus took care to lick around it before licking it. Linus gasped excitedly as the tip of Remus’ tongue flicked Linus’ nipple into an excited, hard little nub.
Remus released his grip and began massaging gently. It only took a few strokes of his hand before Linus came spectacularly. And, as Linus cried out in pleasure, Remus’ stomach rumbled again with hunger.