katekintail (katekintail) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-01 21:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: katekintail, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/severus, remus/sirius |
LMOM: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 1
Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 1
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Mentions Remus/Sirius and Remus/Snape
Warnings: Um, angst & wanking... and starring Rentboy!Remus
Disclaimer: Not my characters or world. Just my creative juices. Please don’t sue. I don’t make a dime from this.
Summary: New Companions all around! Remus is in heat and in need of more things than sex…
Word Count for this part: 2,565
Notes: I’m in way over my head this year for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May. Any feedback you’ve got for me would be useful. Also, this is completely unbetaed, because of time constraints. Sorry!
Part 1
Where: some village outside London
When: May, 1984
Remus Lupin pressed his cheek against the cold metal bar of the cage. He shivered and took a deep breath. “Hello? Anyone there?” His call echoed down the deserted hallway and that emptiness made him shiver more violently than the cold. He detested the Ministry cages… especially this month.
He heard the sound of a door opening and closing, making way for footsteps and a jingle of keys. The cages were secured on the full moon nights with a series of locks, both physical and magical. Everything was taken away from the werewolf the night before- from wand to clothes. Remus was forced to wait for a Ministry official to remember he was there and let him out in the morning.
“Thank you,” Remus said as casually as he could, covering up with a bloody sheet as the man fiddled with the locks. The official smelt of coffee, toast, and jam. He had soft blue eyes, round cheeks, delicate features, and small ears. He had on Ministry robes, complete with crest, and smart, black shoes. Remus found it was not the least bit difficult to imagine what the man would look like unclothed. He pictured himself ripping those robes to shreds and pressing himself into that firm, uptight body.
The wizard eyed him closely as he jiggled a big, brass key in a lock. “You hurt at all?”
Remus was. Scratches covered his chest where he’d tried to tear free of the body of the wolf. There were bite marks on his arms where he’d anxiously chewed. There were bruises on his head where he’d rammed it repeatedly into the bars. “I’m fine this month,” he replied smoothly. The sheet hid most of the evidence.
The man didn’t care how he felt. He only cared about one thing. “You’re not ‘on’ this month, are you?”
Remus was careful about how the sheet fell around him, and how he held it. If he hadn’t been, the man wouldn’t have needed to ask. Remus’ erection was intense and his mind was already working through the softest places in his cell where he could toss the man and bed him. The room was mostly bare, with three walls of bars, one of sturdy stone, and a floor with a ripped-open mattress. “No,” he lied. “This isn’t my year.”
After pulling open the cell door, the man waved his hand to gesture for Remus to go. Remus pulled on his clothes as he hastily made his escape.
The sun seemed far too bright and Remus stood in it, blinking. He paused on the doorstep to the Ministry’s holding building, which looked like a run-down warehouse. He looked around, wishing he had someone to greet him afterwards. He would have settled for a perfect stranger willing to be fucked, though. But there was no one. The outside streets were nearly as empty as the inside of the building had been. As his eyes adjusted, they fell upon a poster for the musical, Camelot. “Lusty Month of May, indeed. They have no idea.”
Every few years in May, werewolves were overcome with their urges. Most were either filled with blood lust or with an overactive libido. Remus had never experienced the former, and this was his year for the latter. The month was so new and already he felt as though he might explode if he didn’t get in a good fuck before lunchtime. Of course, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to afford lunch if he didn’t get in a good fuck before then anyway.
So he took off down the street, basking in the sun for as long as he could, before entering one of the pubs he haunted. He was already ravenously hungry and the honest-to-goodness authentic, heavy pub food made him salivate. But he sat at the bar and ordered a whiskey he could just barely afford.
Remus lounged on the barstool, legs spread. He combed his fingers through his brown hair, styling himself to look approachable above all. The men in the area liked young and cute. They liked handsome. But, most of all, they liked a guy they knew would give him a decent blow job with absolutely no haggling or embarrassment involved. It was early yet for the lunch rush, but Remus was ready and hopeful now.
He rubbed a hand up and down his thigh and took a sip from the glass. The alcohol burned his lips and tickled his nose. It was supposed to slow him down and calm his groin, but today it wasn’t quite doing the trick. He longed to inch forward, scooting under the bar so that he could rub his cock inconspicuously. His raging erection pressed against the crotch of his trousers, and he wished he were wearing robes that would hide that. The last thing he needed was for the men he serviced to think they were smaller than he was.
Except that, right now, there were no customers to be had. There were a few patrons in the bar, but those consisted of two men playing pool in the back room, a group of elderly men splitting a pie at the far table, and… wait, who was that?
A man sat on the opposite end of the bar, drinking from a tall, opaque glass. He wore a classy, pinstriped suit that seemed tailor-fit to his slender body. Not much of his shirt could be seen except for a white collar, as it was trapped under the suit and a matching, brown tie. The equally brown hair was relatively short except for one part that flopped over from his part, falling over parts of his forehead. He was… well, dashing was possibly the best word Remus could think of. Most importantly, the man was staring straight at Remus.
It was rather strange, actually. A man who looked like that shouldn’t need to frequent an establishment like this for a good time. He should be able to go anywhere to pick up men for free. In fact, with the way Remus felt at the moment, he might have even paid to be with the man as opposed to the other way around. If it weren’t for his rumbling stomach, he might have done just that. Remus could almost believe the man was turning tricks, himself, but he was dressed far too nicely to be a rent boy in this part of the country.
Remus looked away, waited a tick, then looked back. Then man still stared at him. Remus looked down at his own drink, then back up. The man held his gaze. Wetting his lips, Remus cocked his head to the side, gesturing not-so-subtly towards the loo. The man blinked, then tilted his head at the very same angle to match.
Remus smiled charmingly, hoping his great relief did not show. This was just what he needed, and not a moment too soon. After rising from his stool, Remus tossed back the rest of the whiskey and made right for the bathroom.
The pub he had chosen was not what anyone might call a quality establishment. It served up generic food- usually hot- and always had a good selection of spirits on tap. Barmen weren’t too pushy when it came to tabs and didn’t stick their noses in. They never asked questions so long as their patrons paid up in the end. And that fact extended to the bathroom, which was used more often for sexual exploits than taking a piss, in Remus’ experience.
However, Remus preferred to do the deed just about anywhere other than the bathroom. It was a solid sort of grungy, where you know that no amount of scrubbing or painting would make a dent. There was a cracked sink beside a perfectly good one, and you had to be careful which you picked. The mirrors were warped. The floor tiles were broken. The stall doors never closed properly. And the light was a soft, florescent that made everyone look sallow and sickly.
Remus couldn’t imagine that man from the bar looking bad in any light, though. He desperately wanted to run his hand through that mess of hair and kiss that large mouth. The man was perfectly-made to give blow jobs, and Remus wished their roles could somehow be reversed. This time, he wanted to be the one receiving. He hadn’t had that since… well, since Sirius, if he was being honest with himself. The brief fling with Snape didn’t really count since Remus suspected some amount of mind control had been used in the process, and even so, it had only been one time when Snape had let Remus fuck him. Not nearly as satisfactory an affair as Remus had hoped for, which was the main reason he’d broken it off. Snape had been broody and quiet, brilliant and handsome. But he needed someone to keep up with him on all levels. That wouldn’t be the man at the bar, Remus knew that deep down. He’d given up finding anyone months ago.
Remus leaned back against a wall with a sigh. The man was taking quite a while and Remus couldn’t wait all that much longer. He turned his head, seeing part of a limerick scrawled onto the wall above his left shoulder. There once was a man from Laos/Whose dick was as big as a house. Remus stopped reading and rolled his eyes. He’d never been to Laos, but he doubted they had men of such stature there. Actually, Remus had never been much of anywhere. He’d never even been outside the United Kingdom. He regretted that fact, but he didn’t exactly have a disposable income with which to take a holiday somewhere exotic.
Remus shoved his hands in his pockets. Paranoia always made him check and double-check for his wand whenever he was meeting a new bloke. There was no telling who might be picking him up and he had to have a defensive spell ready just in case. His pockets jingled and he fingered the coins within. They were all muggle coins, not wanting to have to explain anything should they fall out on the muggle floor of this muggle pub’s muggle bathroom. He liked to check them, though. Sometimes the Ministry guards helped themselves to the belongings of those under their so-called care on full moon nights, but all his money seemed to be where he’d left it.
He hoped very much that the man might spring for a room somewhere, or at least have a vehicle of some sort to give them some privacy. This loo was all right for making arrangements, and it would do in a pinch if needed because at lease the lock on the main door worked, but Remus preferred just about anywhere to doing it in a dirty bathroom. He rubbed his cock through his trousers at the thought of it. As a rule, he never mixed business and pleasure, but Remus did not have much of a choice this month. It was the one time in his life he was actually glad of his disgusting situation.
Well… that wasn’t entirely true, either. He had had a good time with Sirius, years back, the last time he’d come into heat. And Sirius hadn’t been complaining then, either. But this time around, Remus would settle for clients. He had to.
Now where was that man? Horny and impatient, Remus strode to the door and peeked out. The man was nowhere to be seen. Remus scoured the bar, even leaning forward and bending down to see beneath tables. But the man was definitely gone. “Fuck!” He’d been such a looker, too. This was rotten luck and worse timing.
Remus backed in and locked the door behind him. Then he chose a stall and quickly yanked his cock free of his trousers. The walls of the stall were even more disgusting than the tiled bathroom wall had been, with lewd writings, sexual propositions, and all sorts of phone numbers scribbled thereon. That was all covered by… Remus could smell it, but didn’t want to even think about it. He merely pulled his foreskin back, gave his cock one, two, three, four, five good strokes, and then came magnificently into the toilet.
Shame flooded through Remus the moment release and relief had passed. He could go another night on rice, he decided. Now all he wanted to do was go back to his home, curl up, and forget who he was.
Remus tossed a handful of coins on the counter on his way out. He moved as swiftly as possible since angry tears prickled the backs of his eyes and he wouldn’t have anyone see that. He would have liked to have apparated, but couldn’t do so in an area so populated by muggles. The Ministry was already keeping an annoyingly close watch on him as it was. They didn’t seem to care that he had nothing to eat and no decent way to earn a living so long as he didn’t reveal magic or murder anyone. Though, come to think of it, they probably would have been happier to have him attack someone just so they could lock him up forever and be done with it.
Remus sensed something strange and, at the very same moment, saw something out of the corner of his eye. When he turned his head to look properly, there was nothing there… but the strange feeling remained. Gooseflesh broke out on his arms, despite the warmth of the sun on them.
Though he’d been eager to get home, Remus now slowed his pace. He was cautious and precise, walking in a predictable manner. If someone was following him, wanting to stay unseen, Remus didn’t want to shake him off, not until he’d figured out what was going on. Most likely, it was just the Ministry. The man in the bar hadn’t been a wizard, Remus had been sure of that. And if the Ministry was going to get on his case for tilting his head, that was really going too far. But, for some reason, Remus didn’t think that was what this was about.
He heard footsteps. Someone was coming up fast behind him. Remus looked ‘round to see an alleyway just up ahead to his right. He started to walk faster. Then he started to jog. And soon he was running. The footsteps followed him exactly, step for step.
Remus got halfway down the alley then wheeled around on the balls of his feet.
He stood there, in the shadows between two tall buildings, his wand out and at the ready, gripped tightly in his hand.
The problem was, the man in the suit was there as well, facing him, with a metal wand in his hand.