katekintail (katekintail) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-02 23:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: katekintail, remus/crossover character |
LMOM: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 2
I promise, once this setup is out of the way, there will be proper smut :-)
Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 2
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Mentions past-Remus/Sirius
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: 1,889
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 2
Where: still some village outside London
When: May, 1984
“Hold it right there,” said the man. “I’ve seen you kind before. I know what you are.”
Remus had no intention of going anywhere. His nose twitched. His heightened senses were working overtime now that he was so close. His arousal threatened to encompass him, but he pushed it back in the face of danger. The man smelled… like indistinguishable spices… and not the least bit human. In fact, Remus was absolutely sure he heard two heartbeats coming from that direction.
The man might know what he was, but he had no idea what the man was. “Oh, very good, you. Top marks.” Remus stared seriously at him, but tried to sound light and sarcastic. “I’m standing here with a wand in my hand. Not exactly hard to tell I’m a wizard, is it?”
The man blinked and cocked his head. “What?” He shook his head as if to clear it. “No, I mean. You’re a werewolf, right?”
Surprise registered on Remus’ face. Not even most magicfolk could figure that much out so quickly. It had taken the other Marauders a few years of living with him in close quarters before they knew for sure, and this man could spot his furry little problem from the other side of a smoky bar?
There wasn’t much to be gained by denying it, though, not if he wanted to figure this man out. “I am,” he stated. “And what are you, exactly?” Remus quickly ran through the list of magical creatures he knew about, but couldn’t even think of anything with two hearts, let alone something that could pass itself off as a human.
“I’m…” the man trailed off, still looking stunned but even more than that, he looked confused. “Hang on a tick, did you say wizard?”
Remus angled his wand upwards slightly and sent red sparks up into the air.
The man gasped in a pleasurable sort of way. “Fascinating. A real wizard. Really…”
Strange. He knew about werewolves but not wizards? Remus supposed maybe he had had a run-in with a werewolf in a muggle setting. Usually the Ministry was able to cover that kind of thing up to minimize damage, though. And what was that thing he was holding? Because it definitely wasn’t a wand. It was metal and had a bright blue light at the end. And it hummed. The hum would have been silent to anyone else, but to Remus it was a quiet, steady, sonic tone. It was a gentle, comforting sort of sound- almost mesmerizing. Maybe it was a trick… most likely it was a trick… but Remus had the feeling this man meant no harm.
“Back there,” the man said, gesturing back toward the street in the direction of the pub. “I thought you were a danger but now… I don’t think I’m here for you.”
Remus nodded. He had absolutely no idea what was going on, but when faced with a possible out, he was inclined to nod agreeably as opposed to asking questions.
The man took one more long look at Remus, then he lowered his sonic whatever-it-was. “Guess I’ll see you around.” He turned and took off at a run, the end of his suit coat flapping behind him.
Remus kept his wand raised for a few minutes after the man had left. His nerves were frayed and such close contact with someone made his skin tingle. He didn’t trust himself to move, and wasn’t sure what he would find when he emerged from the safety and shadows of the alley. He stayed put until his stomach rumbled and his senses told him he wasn’t in immediate danger.
The street was calm and quiet, in addition to sunny. People walked about, visiting shops, making their rounds. Cars whizzed past at a hectic pace. To his right there was a market with fresh produce on display in front. To his left was an old blue police box. Straight ahead was a small deli that would deprive him of his last few coins. And no matter what direction he looked, there was absolutely no trace of the man in the suit.
Remus looked both ways for safety then headed across the street. He was a bit hesitant to feed himself, and not just because of money. As soon as he satisfied his hunger, his other urge would take over tenfold.
The last time Remus had been in heat had been his last year at Hogwarts. That May they’d been studying hard for N.E.W.T.’s and already working for Dumbledore’s Order of the Phoenix in small capacities. They would have liked to have done more, but the headmaster had insisted they finish their studies, especially since Sirius and James had had aspirations of becoming Aurors.
Remus had always taken his studies seriously, but that month most of the books he’d cracked ended up with semen stains on them. In fact, his favorite position had been standing over the bed, fucking Sirius, who was splayed out on top of their collective books and parchment. He could still recall exactly how it felt to be inside Sirius, so tight but also so slick. And Sirius had been there for him every time Remus had needed him- sometimes as many as six times a day.
Remus remembered pulling Sirius aside in the Quidditch locker rooms and having him up against the lockers. He remembered fucking Sirius under one of the tables in the kitchen, and then explaining to the house elves that they’d only been looking for an apple that had rolled away. He remembered setting off a dung bomb in History of Magic just so that he could escape with Sirius into a nearby alcove. He remembered every permutation of sucking and fucking as though it were yesterday, and it made him both aroused and devastated. Sirius had been unbelievably sweet and accommodating, never complaining… unless Remus asked him to in order for the bondage play to seem more realistic.
And now, Sirius was bound, all right. The treacherous bastard had been locked away inside Azkaban, and if Remus never saw him again, it would be too soon.
Speaking of seeing someone, Remus was nearly run over a mere meter from the door to the deli. Unsurprisingly, the near-damage had been done by the whatever-he-was in the suit. He was being pursued by a large creature with a lizard-like face. It blundered down the street, gaining on the man. “Oy, need help there?” Remus called out, standing there while everyone else on the scene ran for their lives.
The man waved his hand dismissively. “Nope! Everything under control!” was the answer, though he sounded out of breath and didn’t even have his metal not-a-wand out. This looked so far out of control that it was almost comical.
Remus watched as the man ran across the street and the monster followed close behind.
“Sure about that?” Remus asked as the man ran past him again, going in a large circle.
“Ah- yep!” replied the man, dodging a fire hydrant just in time and leaping over a bench like a hurdle on his way back across the street.
There might have been some clever plan of capture involved, and Remus wagered it would have been a brilliant one. However, Remus had a better idea.
As the pair came round again, Remus casually pulled out his wand and shouted “Stupify!”
The creature stopped in its tracks at once and collapsed, dazed, onto the sidewalk. The man’s run turned into a jog, a walk, and then he just doubled over, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “Well… that was handy. Cheers.”
Remus shrugged and cautiously approached the thing. He nudged it with his toe to make sure it was still alive and breathing; it was, but just barely. Having mentally gone through a list of creatures only a little while ago, Remus was doubly-certain that neither of the two beings before him were human or, for that matter, from this planet. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on here?” Remus asked. He rubbed his thumb up and down part of the shaft of his wand, not sure he actually wanted to hear the answer.
“Right.” The man lifted his arm high into the air and bent his wrist, pointing straight down at himself. “Me: Alien.” He pointed at the knocked-out thing. “It: clearly alien.” Then he pointed at Remus. “You: werewolf and, apparently, wizard.” Then his finger quickly went back and forth, pointing at both himself and Remus. “We: just saved the world.”
Remus nodded. “Oh.”
“Oh?” The man laughed.
Explaining, “It’s just that this was a lot easier than the last time I helped save the world.”
The man looked at Remus with great interest, a bright smile on his face. “Oh I want to get to know you.” He stuck out his hand. “I’m the Doctor, by the way.”
“Doctor? Doctor who?”
“Why does everyone always ask that? Why does someone need more? The Doctor: it’s a perfectly good name if you ask me.” He shrugged. “And you are?”
“Remus,” said Remus. He took the Doctor’s hand and shook it.
“Nice to meet you, Remus. I wonder, would you help me get this guy back to my spaceship? He’s a bit… bigger than I’d counted on.”
Having difficulty not bursting out with laughter, Remus nodded. Aliens? Spaceships? Really? That was absurd. This man was obviously mental. And, yet, it would explain a thing or two. Like the two things beating in the man’s chest.
So Remus agreed and between the two of them, they managed to pull the creature all the way across the street. The Doctor, walking backwards and carrying the thing by its armpits, led them over to the small police public call box. He opened the door and backed in. Since Remus was holding onto the thing by its ankles, he was obviously forced to follow along. They set it down on the floor inside and Remus looked around.
The box had seemed only large enough to comfortably hold one or two people and a telephone, but it was a hundred times larger on the inside. Instead of a rectangle, it was a bright, beige dome inside. And instead of a telephone, it was tubes and pipes and some enormous thing in the middle with buttons and switches and lights galore.
The Doctor watched Remus’ expression closely. He observed. “You’re not surprised.” He sounded disappointed and he immediately dropped the front end of the creature onto the floor.
Remus winced at the loud, echoing sound and set his down a little more carefully. “It’s a typical thing wizards do with magic. We make the inside of a small thing larger than it seems on the outside.”
Shaking his head in amazement, the doctor ran over to the large mass of what Remus thought had to be controls. “I’m going to go drop this guy off on a prison world but then I’d like to thank you to repay you for your help. Any suggestions?”
“Well…” Remus thought about his choices. He pictured himself slowly unbuttoning that suit, slipping a hand under the wonderfully-pressed white shirt. He pictured being gagged with the man’s tie, tasting sweat and spice, as he eased his cock into the man from behind. Then he shook it off and cleared his throat. “I haven’t had a proper meal in a while.”
The Doctor grinned. “I know just the place.”