can I get a word in (edgewise) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-01 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: edgewise, kink: first time, kink: necrophilia, remus/sirius |
A Hundred Veils (LMOM 2008, 1 of 31)
Title: A Hundred Veils (LMOM 2008, 1 of 31)
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Kinks: First time, necrophilia of a sort (both in dreams).
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Wordcount: 1422
Summary: In which Remus gets an odd piece of advice from an odd source. (AU when it comes to some bits of Deathly Hollows.)
Notes: While considering participating in the "Lusty Month of May", I noticed that at the time, there were exactly 31 different pairing tags in the community (there have been a few added since then). I decided to use a different pairing - at random - for each day of the challenge, while still attempting to tell a coherent story. I also assigned the 43 kink-tags to the 31 days at random, though I'll be using the kinks more as a guideline than a rule. Tomorrow's pairing will be listed after today's entry as a "teaser".
Rain always disturbed Remus' sleep.
He wasn't sure if that was because of some childhood fear of thunderstorms, or because there was an inner part of him that wanted to be out there, running in it, shaking raindrops off his muzzle, taking in the explosion of scents that a fresh spring rain brought with it.
He didn't think about it much.
On this particular rainy night, he tossed and turned over and looked at the clock and turned over again, and on and on until close to one o'clock in the morning. When he finally did fall asleep, his dreams were also disturbed... only this time he could hardly blame the rain.
He was standing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, looking out and up towards the castle. Hogwarts was beautiful in any season, but there was something about the light in springtime that made him catch his breath.
How long he stood gazing at it, he wasn't sure, but after a while, something changed. The forest lost some of its stillness, and the clouds began to move again across the sky.
"Moony!" A joyous, terribly familiar voice called from behind him - from deeper in the forest.
Remus closed his eyes. If he could just hold this moment, just let himself believe...
"Moony - " The voice was closer now, and a touch of complaint crept into it. Sirius never did like being ignored.
He turned, and faced the dark part of his forest. And he knew that he was dreaming.
Sirius was coming toward him, Sirius in the full glory of unspoiled youth, Sirius made perfect in Remus' memory by the passage of time. His glossy black hair fell back from his face, setting off a flash of white teeth and the textured gray of his eyes.
"Moony?" Sirius crossed his arms and tapped a foot almost comically, the very picture of impatience. "You shouldn't keep me waiting."
Remus knew this day, now. "No," he said, reaching a hand up to Sirius' cheek with the faintest of touches. "No, you shouldn't have kept me waiting, Sirius."
"What are you talking about?" Sirius dropped his pose and laced his hands together behind Remus' back, bringing their bodies within a hand's breadth of one another.
"We had so little time together as it was," Remus murmured. "And you made me wait until my birthday, made me come out here to meet you - "
Sirius kissed him then.
Remus' hands went up, instinctively, winding through Sirius' smooth hair, pulling him closer as their lips met. Sirius kissed him wildly, thorough, and there was no mistaking the passion in the crush of their chests together, in the thrust and repositioning of legs, in the tilting of hips and the tight friction - how long since had it been since Sirius? How long since anybody?
Heart hammering, Remus broke away. He was caught between laughing and sobbing - he had never dreamed of Sirius before, not since the day Remus heard he was hauled off to Azkaban and why.
"Moony," Sirius was whispering against his cheek, nose burrowing closer like a hound on the trail. "You worry too much."
"Mmm." Remus shook his head. "You're dead, and I'm dreaming."
"So what's wrong with a little bit of dead between friends?" A grin, more imagined than seen.
Remus was no better able to resist Sirius' half-thought-out schemes now than he had been when they were in school. Giving over to the moment, he wasted no more time in pulling at Sirius' clothes to expose smooth expanses of skin and tight muscles, broad shoulders that tapered to lean hips. In the peculiar magic of dreams, buttons and flies were no trouble, and as soon as he tugged on something it vanished entirely. Remus barely noticed that he didn't have any clothes of his own to worry about before his attention was back on Sirius.
Skin on skin - ah, it had been so strange that first night to be naked together while standing up! Remus' fingers found Sirius' cock, bobbing proudly in the evening air, while Sirius managed to slide a leg between Remus' thighs, and they kissed and rocked and pulled and kissed and Remus was whole, and strong, and the rest of the world fell away entirely.
The instant the bliss had peaked, however, there was an unmistakable ache in Remus' chest. He lay his head on Sirius' shoulder and accepted it: this was nothing but a dream, and Sirius had been dead for almost four years, and Tonks had never been able to take his place, and he had never been what Tonks needed...
"Hey, it's okay." Sirius had wrapped his arms around Remus; they were lying together on the perfectly comfortable dream-grass. Remus was shaking. "It's okay," Sirius said again.
Remus took a breath, held it, let it out slowly. "Things must be worse than I thought if my subconscious has resorted to having sex with a dead man."
"Look on the bright side," Sirius said, releasing his hold a little bit. "You could be the one that was dead."
Remus snorted softly. "Thanks, Sirius, I feel tons better now."
Sirius flopped back onto the grass and pillowed his hands behind his head. "C'mon, Moony, think about it. At least you can go out and try to make changes in your life."
"I tried that, tried for two years with her, Pads. It wasn't right at all."
"So, what, you try one thing and it doesn't work so you become a recluse? Moony!" Sirius bumped his leg into Remus' side. "I know I don't have to spell this out for you."
Remus propped himself on an elbow. Sirius was a feast for the eyes, even with that annoyed look on his face. "Try something else, I got that much. The question is what?"
Sirius gave a long exaggerated sigh. "Look, you think you're talking to a part of your subconscious, which is fine, so let's pretend like this answer comes from your own brain. The problem with Tonks was that you got so preoccupied with what she wanted and needed that you stopped paying attention to what was good for you."
It crossed Remus' mind that there just might be more going on here than he could see. Who was to say that spirits beyond the veil couldn't actually show up in a dream from time to time?
"Okay," he said, considering what Sirius had said. "So... next time around, try to make sure I pay attention to my needs as well as the other person's?"
"No!" Sirius leaped to his feet and grabbed Remus' wrists. "Does that sound like the Sirius Black way of doing things?"
Remus allowed himself to be tugged to a standing position. "Wait, let me guess. I should go completely overboard and make sure my needs are being taken care of, because I've got to look out for number one?"
Sirius' grin stretched across his face. "Now you're getting it."
"I'm not that way, Sirius, I just can't - "
"You can and you will and I'm here to tell you how, Moony! There's a little place I know where you can get all of your needs catered to, I promise - "
"Not that dive in Westchester, Sirius, you know I hate that kind of - "
"Oh ye of little faith!" Sirius' smile had, if anything, grown, and a light fog had begun to swirl upwards from the forest floor. "This is a wizarding service, Moony, and they know what they're about. Treat yourself, eh? You're not getting any younger."
So that's where this had all come from. Forty years staring him in the face, of course his subconscious had turned to past relationships, from his first intimate time with Sirius to his latest disastrous engagement. He still counted himself lucky that he'd broken things off with Tonks before they'd actually gotten married.
"For my sake, Moony, just go and talk to them, okay? It's called Total Adventures - you won't regret it, I promise."
The fog had reached their waists now. Sirius dropped Remus' hands - he almost seemed to be drifting backwards imperceptibly.
"Sirius? Wait, I'm not done - "
"Ask about the World Tour. Tell them I sent you. On second thought," Sirius mused as the fog gathered, "don't tell them that - I don't think Lucius Malfoy would take it the right way."
"Lucius Malfoy?! Sirius, what - Sirius!"
But the fog had already swallowed him up, leaving just a glint off the gray eyes in Remus' memory.
Tomorrow's pairing: Remus/Lucius.