LMoM: Tried and True, 23 Title: Tried and True Author: Rosy Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus and Sevy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! Kink(s): spanking, fingering Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010 Summary: In every genre, there are cliches. That includes pornography. Notes: Really, I just wanted to do something fun and silly. :D Plus I thought, "Hey... wouldn't it be funny if someone wrote a smut fic like in Stranger Than Fiction where one of the characters hears the narrator?" Word Count: 1,145
His limbs were heavy and yet weightless, as if they were insubstantial and yet composed of an infinite number of elements. His body was little more than a veil keeping his mind from escaping its earthly constraints and floating away entirely. The walls he had built up so carefully dissolved into mist. He had no defenses, no protection... he was free.
"What do you desire?"
The voice floated to his mind from an unseen source. The deep, rich tones resonated through his mind, drawing him into the hidden chambers therein. "...desire?" Severus asked.
"Of all things you could have in this world, what do you most long for?"
The image surfaced from the velvety ether of his mind. Remus Lupin, nude and stretched out comfortably on a bed of white sheets. His silver flecked hair fanned out over the pillows. His skin still flushed and glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. His face was relaxed, content, lips curling in a faint smile. One hand was outstretched, fingers interlaced with Severus' own.
"...Remus," Severus murmured.
"You desire the werewolf?"
"Yes," Severus answered quietly. "He's more than the wolf. He is... so much more."
Severus blinked slowly, watching the strange shadows in front of him shift and coalesce into a familiar body. Smooth skin over wiry muscle, speckled with freckles and a dusting of curly hair over the pectorals. Amber-gold eyes warm and dancing, arms open.
Severus did not move.
"Why do you not go to him? You desire him."
"I am afraid," Severus whispered.
Remus beckoned him, reaching out. Severus longed to let those arms enfold him, to wrap his arms around Remus in turn. "Are you afraid he will not want you?"
"I am afraid of hurting him. I have done it so carelessly in the past..."
"And yet he still reached for you. He longs for you as well."
"I cannot," Severus whispered.
"He desires you."
Remus nodded, smiling gently at him. "And what if it is a lie?" Severus breathed. "What if he realized the truth?"
"And what truth is that?"
"...I do not deserve him."
Remus reached for him. All Severus had to do was reach out a hand... and yet his body refused to move. "You desire him."
"Yes..."
"You will do as he wishes."
"...yes."
Remus took his hands, pulling him back into his body. His mind was still swathed in the strange mist. "I want you," Remus murmured. "I want you to yield to me, and let me yield to you."
Severus blinked stupidly. "Yield to me... but..." He frowned, trying to put his thoughts in order and finding difficult within the mist.
Remus carded his fingers through Severus' hair. "Tell me what's bothering you. Why are you so hesitant?"
Severus leaned into the touch. "I hurt you... with the crop..."
Remus smiled. "For someone so brilliant you can be truly dense at times." He pet Severus' hair, and Severus felt himself relax further into obedience. "You have never given me more than I could, or wanted to take."
A tight knot eased in Severus' chest. He leaned into Remus' touch, and groaned when Remus' hands left him. Then something was pressed into his hand. The paddle was bound in black leather, which was supple as butter. It was wide, the handle fitting perfectly into his grip. He glanced at Remus, who smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. "You are so damn hot when you're topping me. You're going to do that now. You're going to spank me and make me come."
The words resonated through him, binding him like a geas. He could not refuse. Suddenly, he found himself sitting in a high backed chair, with Remus sprawled over his lap. Remus gave an enticing wriggle, and Severus caressed the small of his back and his ass. He considered, then drew his hand back and brought the paddle down with a loud crack. Remus yelped, his back arching... but his ass rose fractionally into the strike.
Severus caressed the curve of Remus' ass, seeing the skin turning pink. The next crack brought a darker flush to the skin, a flare of heat. Severus watched Remus squirm, felt his cock hardening against his thigh. "Sev..." Remus moaned. "I can take it... I want to take it. give it to me."
The control over his mind overrode any sort of fear crippling him. He brought the paddle down again and again. The skin warmed and turned a tempting shade of red. Remus gasped and moaned and wriggled, his cock throbbing against Severus' thigh. His fingers kneaded Severus' lap, the litany of profanity and begging going straight to Severus' cock. He put aside the paddle, caressing the abused skin. When his finger teased Remus' crease, his lover mewled and spread his legs. "Yes," he breathed. "Oh god yes fuck me Sev..."
Severus felt his arousal spike. A murmured word had his fingers slick, and he pressed two into Remus' tight entrance. Remus moaned, letting his head drop as Severus worked him. The fingers pumped in and out, finding just that perfect spot to make Remus scream. Severus watched the play of skin and muscle along Remus' back as he rocked onto Severus' fingers, practically fucking himself.
A shift, and Remus' cock slid between Severus' thighs. Remus gasped, head popping up as the friction on his cock increased. His hips worked frantically, pushing back against Severus' fingers and grinding against his lap. Severus added a third digit, stretching and probing and fucking his lover deftly. Remus panted and gasped out his name... and Severus found himself breathing heavily, watching.
When Remus' orgasm broke over him, Severus watched it ripple across his back. He felt it in the shuddering contractions around his finger and the sticky spurting against his skin. He waited until Remus was limp and sated, before resuming the gentle petting.
Remus purred, and then shifted. He straddled Severus' lap, lowering his body down to envelope his lover's cock. Severus gasped, gripping Remus' hips tightly and rocking up as Remus ground down. Remus was kissing him feverishly, rocking and and fucking Severus. Severus let himself be taken, thrusting up and losing himself in the sweet slide of their skin and the velvety heat of Remus' body. With a cry, he thrust up, burying himself one last time in Remus' body as his release rocketed through him.
The kiss became slow and sated, Severus' hands sliding up to caress Remus' back, even as Remus' hands buried into his hair. He could feel Remus' lips move, the words so quiet he could barely hear him.
"I love you... I trust you... my Severus..."
Severus sighed, giving himself up for completely lost. Somewhere... he had fallen in love... but doubt still nagged at him. This was a dream... would his Remus...?