tetsubinatu (tetsubinatu) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-02 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: tetsubinatu, kink: voyeurism |
Survivor's Guilt Part 2
Title: Survivor's Guilt Part 2
Rating: M?
Wordcount: 514
Pairing:Remus, Harry/Hermione
Kink(s): Voyeurism
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Notes: post-DH (sans epilogue) Remus is not alone in the house
Since the first night that Remus wanked to Marianne’s golden curls he has felt a little less adrift. Normally he uses just five rooms in all of the echoing vastness of Grimmauld Place: bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, library and, of course, the gothic dripping dankness of the cellar at full moon. Kreacher can deal with everything else. This time, however, when he wakes in the middle of the night to hear noises coming from Harry’s old room he finds himself going to investigate.
The door is only ajar a sliver, but just as Remus reaches the beam of light marking the doorway he recognises the sounds that woke him and stops dead. Through the narrow opening come the slaps and grunts of enthusiastic, real sex. Remus can’t help his eyes drifting automatically to focus on the lit room, but he knows perfectly well that shifting to get a better view means that he can no longer claim innocence if caught. He pauses, eyeing the slow slide of entwined legs that is all he can see from Innocence, but then he recognises the voices and tiptoes across into Voyeurism.
From his new position he can see Harry’s bare buttocks driving between Hermione’s spread knees. From her enthusiasm he imagines that a fair amount of this rendezvous has already taken place; Tonks never sounded quite as wanton until after her first orgasm, and Remus places this keening grunt as immediately post-climax when the dying embers are easily re-ignited by vigorous penetration. He represses an urge to snigger at his didactic exposition. Merlin, it has been far too long since he was in Harry’s position, cock buried in an enthusiastic, dripping cunt. Jealousy and lust sweep over him, then are suddenly killed by a drenching wave of grief. Tonks, Emmeline, Lily... all the girls he fucked and loved from youth to middle-age - and most of the boys too - are dead.
Harry’s buttocks jerk and clutch unevenly as his own orgasm hits and during the heavy breathing and soft murmurs that follow Remus glides softly away, tears streaming silently down his face to pool soggily in his collar.
He sits in his bedroom gasping with the sobs he has refused to let out, pillow stuffed over his mouth to muffle the noise because he doesn’t have the breath or control for a silencing charm.
When he has recovered himself and is once again calm, asexual Professor Lupin, he goes to wait in the kitchen, knowing that the lovers will have to floo out from there. The front door, long unused even after Mrs Black’s portrait was finally removed, has jammed solid from the damp, and could never have been opened stealthily. The back door leads only to the garden, a dead end. Harry and Hermione must have flooed in, and Remus knows that he must rejoin the world long enough to find out why they are conducting secret trysts in Grimmauld Place in the middle of the night.
He may not have Tonks or Teddy or Sirius to live for, but he knows his duty to Harry.
Part 1 at: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/pervy_
Part 3 at: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/pervy_