rose_whispers (rose_whispers) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-02 12:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: rose_whispers, kink: frottage, remus/crossover character |
LMoM Day 2: Wynn
Title: Wynn
Author: rose_whispers
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Benton Fraser
Kink(s): Frottage
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 1656
Summary: Crossover with Due South, AU in that Remus is randomly alive post-DH. Diefenbaker finds a very naked Remus in a snowbank in the Yukon. Fraser has to help him out.
A/N: Today's rune prompt is Wynn: "The principle of happiness derived from bending with the wind, implying that an inner understanding and fluidity are important... joy and fulfilment will be achieved through hard work" (Horik Svensson's The Runes). Thanks to Lia for the beta! I think I want to develop this into a larger story...
The wind howled in a frigid frenzy, but Constable Benton Fraser didn't notice. The fire's embers were still providing a warm glow, and he was completely tucked into his bedroll. Normally Diefenbaker curled up next to him for the night, but the half-wolf was out in the dark Yukon night. Fraser stretched just a little, then covered his eyes with his stetson. Dief would find his way back when he was done whatever it was he was doing. Sleep began to set in, though the howling wind was becoming more urgent...
In three quarters of a second, Fraser was on his feet, ears pricked and a hand shielding his eyes against the light of the full moon. That wasn't wind. "Diefenbaker?" he shouted, knowing it was futile to shout for a deaf wolf. "Dief?" Fraser was already fully dressed in his parka, heavy sheepskin mittens, and woolen socks. He stepped into his thigh-high boots with practiced ease and started out into the cold.
~*~
The pain was always the first thing he became aware of, the bridge between his wolf and human form. The events of the night were no more than dawn mist, burned away by the blazing hot pain of bones cracking and muscles reforming. He collapsed, naked and shivering, in a snowbank, too numb to feel the cold.
He could hear a dog yelping somewhere close by, and he hoped that he hadn't injured it. He dimly, oh so dimly, remembered a dog last night, or maybe another wolf... frolicking like he used to do with Padfoot and Prongs and Wormtail. A tongue, wide and hot, lapped at his ear and he cracked his eyelids open wearily. Something furry and grey-white was standing over him, intelligent dark eyes staring into his.
"Hello there," Remus said, too tired to lift a hand to pet his visitor. "Was that you last night?"
"Diefenbaker!" another voice shouted, and then, "Sir. Sir! Are you all right." In a flurry of snow, a man in a red balaclava fell to his knees beside Remus. The wolf-dog yipped twice at him and then nosed Remus hard in the throat.
"Sir, can you hear me? I am Constable Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police."
Remus nodded, or tried to, anyway. "God, that's right. I'm in Canada." Shacklebolt and his grand "let's unite all the werewolves of the world under one happy banner of Wizarding equality" scheme. Damn him.
Focusing on what he could see of the other man's face, Remus noticed that the very edges of his lips were curling into a smile. "You're from England?"
"Excellent deductive skills," Remus groaned, trying to push himself upright and failing utterly. The constable caught him by the arms and helped him into a sitting position. "You might also have noticed that I have no clothes and it's approximately seventeen hundred degrees below freezing."
Fraser did a remarkable thing then. Removing his mitten, he licked his index finger and held it up in the air. Concentrating for a moment, he said in a light, congenial tone, "Actually, it's about minus 37 Celsius. That would be minus 35 in Fahrenheit or 236 Kelvin."
Remus blinked. "Really."
"Closer to minus 45 Celsius with the wind picking up from the North," Fraser amended. "We should get you out of that snowbank."
"What a novel idea," Remus muttered, allowing himself to be hauled to his feet. About to topple over, the dog-- Diefenbaker? What a strange name-- braced himself against Remus' knees.
"Would you hold my hat, please?" Fraser handed over the disc-like stetson, which he'd perched over his balaclava. "Thank you kindly. Now up we go."
"Wha-?" before Remus could say a thing, Fraser had him up off the ground and slung over his shoulders fireman-style. "Now see here!" Remus bellowed, but Fraser took off at a gallop through the snow, Diefenbaker speeding ahead of them.
The pain of every heavy step jolted through Remus, made worse by the fact that he was starting to feel the cold. Thank God Fraser was radiating body heat like an angry manticore. At least Remus' chest and stomach were warm. His arse, sticking up in the air over Fraser's shoulder, was so freezing that it might crack and fall off if jostled much more. Before he could actually lose a toe (or a testicle) to the cold, Fraser deposited him on a dirt floor in the mouth of a cave.
"Do you live here?" Remus croaked, looking around.
"No, I was weathering the storm here." The other man glared at a pile of ash. "Blast, the fire's gone out. Dief." He looked straight at the dog. "Fetch wood. Go find me some firewood, all right?"
The dog yelped and took off into the snow again.
Huddling in on himself, Remus tried to conserve body heat. Fraser hunkered down next to him. And put his arms around him.
"I beg your pardon!" Remus said, scootching away in shock.
"Oh, I do apologize," Fraser said, removed his balaclava, and cuddled up next to Remus once more. "That must have been disconcerting."
Remus stared at the man, his dark, curly hair a wild tangle and his kind eyes fixed with concern upon Remus. "Are you trying to warm me up?"
"Naturally. It would work better if we got into my bedroll, actually, in order to--"
"This is just fine, thank you." The immediate warmth of the cave, and of the man next to him, was heating Remus up perhaps a bit too much. A bedroll would be over the top. Fraser's lips curled into that deliciously boyish smile again, and Remus felt himself flush. Glancing down at his lap, he quickly drew his knees up to his chest.
If Fraser noticed his problem, he was too polite to say anything. Instead, he rubbed Remus' arms vigorously, restoring circulation. "May I ask your name?"
Trying not to lean into the touch too much, Remus told him, and added, "And I'm in from England to do a spot of ice fishing. I got separated from my party."
God, the half-quirked lips were going to be his undoing. He could just image the way they would feel against his own. "If I might be so bold, I don't entirely believe your story."
"Oh?" The hands had moved to his back now, and it felt so good, those strong, masculine fingers working him over like that. "Why, is the ice fishing here that bad?"
"No, it's just, you exhibit at least three of the five signs that identify a werewolf, and given that my half-wolf found you naked after a full moon, it is a logical assumption that you are actually a werewolf."
Remus sprang to his feet, poised to run. "How did you--"
"My uncle on my father's side was a Wizard," Fraser said, standing as well. "I think I might have inherited some part of it too. I don't know anyone else who can find a criminal by licking a piece of refuse he's left in his wake."
"That's odd, Fraser, not magical."
But the Canadian man didn't respond. He seemed to have just noticed that Remus was not exactly unhappy to see him. Blushing, Remus said, "Shut it, it's a natural response."
"To what, exactly?"
"Close proximity, a rescuer, natural body heat. Choose one." Remus knew he sounded panicky.
"Mmm. Would you step into the bedroll, sir?"
"Excuse me?"
"Step into the bedroll. I need to warm you up and standing around like this isn't working."
Pleased that Fraser was giving him an excuse to hide his erection, Remus complied. He was so absorbed in the task of figuring out how to get into the bedroll in the first place that he didn't notice what Fraser was doing. Not until Fraser slid in behind him and Remus felt the other man's naked skin against his own.
"What on earth are you doing?"
"Standard Royal Canadian Mounted Police procedure, Mr. Lupin. We need to warm you up." Strong arms wrapped around Remus, a hand splaying across his chest. The other hand stroked Remus' thigh, and he couldn't help but push backward, just to see...
Oh yes. Oh my yes. That definitely wasn't a gun in Fraser's pocket, because Fraser didn't have any pockets on just now. Reaching behind him, he grasped Fraser's taut buttock and pulled him closer. Neither spoke as Fraser's fingertips danced over Remus' thighs and through his chest hair, as Remus kneaded his arse. They rocked together, heat flooding through them both, and soon Remus forgot that he'd ever been cold or sore that morning.
Fraser's cock nestled against Remus' cleft, suggesting other ways to get warm, and his lips found Remus' throat, pressing urgent kisses against Remus' racing pulse. Unable to resist any longer, Remus rolled over, sliding his leg between the other man's. He tasted those quirking, mobile, delicious lips with a deep moan, and Fraser buried his hands in Remus' hair. They thrust against each other, lips and tongues meeting again and again as their cocks moved against each other, a hot, desperate slide of sensitive skin and burning, heady need.
"If you'll-- oh, excuse me, I--" And then Fraser was coming, his eyes squeezed shut, his head thrown back in ecstasy. The image was all it took for Remus to bury his face in the crook of the other man's neck, his own orgasm engulfing him, sending wave after wave of heat through him.
They lay in the cave, breathing heavily for several long moments as the sun crept in. "Thank you," Remus said at last. "For rescuing me, that is."
"The pleasure was mine. Er, that is to say..."
Oh, that blush. Remus wanted to see more of that blush. "May I ask you a question?"
Fraser nodded. "Certainly."
With a wicked grin, Remus said, "Would you mind showing me why they call you the Mounted Police?"