katekintail (katekintail) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-03 22:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: katekintail, kink: food smut, remus/crossover character |
LMOM: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 3
Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 3
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Vincent
Kink: Food smut
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: 2,695
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 3
Where: Eureka
When: May, 2006
“Welcome,” said the Doctor, throwing open the door of the TARDIS, “to Eureka.”
Remus wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when he suggested a meal… but he’d thought it would at least involve dinner. But after flying about the galaxy in the spaceship permanently disguised as a police call box, after visiting a penal colony planet, and even after everything Remus knew about magic, it was still a bit of a shock to walk out into what felt like a small town in the middle of nowhere. Though, honestly, the United States of America could very well have been another planet, for all Remus had experienced of it.
At first glance, Eureka was your ordinary, sleepy, little, isolated mountain town. A second look, however, revealed more technology than would be needed to run a small country. In fact, Remus thought perhaps that they might have travelled into the future. There were solar-powered cars and scooters, computer-controlled stoplights, and was that a futuristic baseball game? It was hard to tell for sure because Remus had never seen baseball played, but the fact that they were all wearing strange helmets and using partial bats and no real balls couldn’t have been typical.
The Doctor had obviously visited this place before, because he led Remus over to a diner. They sat down at a table and put napkins in their laps. According to the sun overhead outside, Remus could guess it was around three in the afternoon- well past lunch and too early for dinner. That would explain why the diner was nearly empty at this time of day, though a few people lingered at tables, drinking coffee and working off of small, personal computers.
The man who came over to the table, white apron tied around his waist, was jovial enough, though. “So what’ll you have?” he asked, with a slight lisp. There was the only thing slight about him, however. He was a large man, round at the middle and in the face. He and his mass of curly brown hair towered over the small table.
Remus looked around quickly, wondering if he had missed the menus. There didn’t seem to be any, though.
“Order whatever you want,” the Doctor told Remus. “Vincent’s brilliant. He can make… magic happen in the kitchen.” He practically winked at Remus, who was too overwhelmed with what he wanted to order to laugh at the joke.
What Remus craved was steak- a thick, juicy steak so raw it would practically bleed pink and red onto the plate. But this was lunchtime and that sort of thing was not appropriate. Moreover, he was not spaying for this meal so he did not want to seem to have extravagant tastes. “I’ll, ah…” It felt strange ordering directly to the cook and not from a preset menu. What if he didn’t even have steak?”I’ll have a turkey club, chips, and a side salad drenched in Thousand Island. Is that all right?”
Vincent smiled down at him. “Easy enough. Are you sure about that?” Remus paused for a moment, then nodded.
The Doctor ordered split pea soup and a seven-cheese lasagna. He also asked for colas for them both.
“Not sure I’ve ever heard of 7-cheese lasagna,” Remus said, thoughtfully, as soon as Vincent had disappeared into the kitchen to begin preparations.
“Neither have I. Thought I’d give him a challenge. Should be good.” The Doctor grinned.
Remus took a few minutes to look around the place. Apart from the lack of menus, it was your perfectly standard diner-meets-coffee house. Art on the walls. Potted plants by the door. And a television mounted up in one corner. It took Remus’ heightened senses to make out the words, since the volume was on but quite low. He listened to the commercials, then the news network returned to its main story about a flood and Remus turned back to the Doctor. “You brought us forward in time.” It should have been obvious, given the technology, but it wasn’t so far into the future. What was this town? “Except, it seems a bit advanced to be 2006.”
“This is a town full of scientists.” The doctor looked at Remus incredulously. “You’re seriously not stunned? Or, wait. Let me guess: wizards can time travel too?”
Remus shrugged and gave a nod. “We can go backwards and forwards to our immediate future and past, though I’ve never heard of a jump of more than twenty years like this one. However, we have very strict rules about who can use our time turners and how they can be used. The Ministry keeps close watch over that sort of thing so it won’t cause damage.”
“Just like they watch werewolves?”
Remus nodded. So that was how the man had found out about his condition- by tailing him as he left the Ministry holding facility.
The food arrived seconds later, and Remus found himself getting nervous as Vincent set down the plates and lingered a little longer. “Seven-cheese lasagna for you, Doctor. And for the doctor’s companion, a turkey club with French Fries and a side salad. I took the liberty of translating… and adding vinegar. Hope it meets your approval.”
It was scrumptious. Every morsel seemed tastier than the last. Remus devoured it, bouncing from sandwich to salad to fries and back again, unable to decide which he liked better.
“Now, then, Remus…” the Doctor trailed off leadingly.
“Lupin,” Remus completed for him.
“Good God. Really?”
Remus nodded quite innocently, mouth stuffed with lettuce, carrots, and radishes.
“Let me get this straight. Your parents named you Remus Lupin and then you were turned into a werewolf?”
Remus nodded again. “How’s that for fate? And you… you’re an alien? From what planet?”
For the first time, the Doctor seemed truly reserved. “Oh, one far, far away. You won’t have heard of it unless… you wizards don’t travel the stars, do you?”
“Only in astronomy class.”
The Doctor looked amazed.
“Metaphorically,” Remus added.
The Doctor relaxed.
“So is this what you do?” Remus asked, finishing off the last of the sandwich, scraping the drips of mustard and mayonnaise from the plate with the last smidgen of bread. “Travel through space and time, looking for trouble and fabulous cooks?”
“Just about, yeah.”
“Don’t your family and friends miss you back home?”
“Haven’t got that.” He wasn’t just reserved this time, he was practically serious. “There was a war and I’m the only one left.”
Remus gave him a wholly sympathetic look and reached across the table. His touch against the back of the Doctor’s hand was warm. “That’s me as well. The last war took my friends and family from me, too.”
“Which war?” asked the Doctor, looking thoughtful again.
“It was a war in the wizarding world. You won’t have heard of it.”
“So there’s no one to miss you back home?”
Remus shook his head. There was one, of course. Of them all, Harry Potter had indeed survived. But the boy was so young and living with his muggle relatives where he was safe and cared for. He didn’t need an unemployed, shameful werewolf in his life just because his father just happened to share the same dormitory with one a long time ago.
Vincent practically materialized out of the blue on Remus’ last bite. “How was it?” he asked, refilling the drinks.
“To die for,” said the Doctor, leaning back and patting his belly. “I’m done.”
“Glad to hear it.” He looked at Remus, his eyes twinkling. “And you… are you ready for a main course now?”
Remus was taken aback. How could he have known? It was a little disconcerting how well the man could read him and anticipate his needs. He wondered how many of his needs the man might be able to address with those soft lips.
“You stay here and have a bite or two more.” He rose and stretched. “I’ve got some things that going use a tune-up. I’ll be back for you in a few. Sound good?”
It sounded good, indeed. Slightly strange, naturally, but this whole day had been somewhat strange. As soon as the Doctor had left, Vincent slid into his seat and smiled. “A man like you… needs a big steak, am I wrong?”
Remus looked surprised. “How did you…?”
“Oh, honey, I know what everyone needs.” He blushed quite powerfully. “When it comes to food, at least.” He gently slapped the table in front of him and collected the empty dishes. “I’ll be right back.”
It wasn’t just the meat and potatoes Remus enjoyed, but the company. Vincent didn’t ask questions- which was certainly good as Remus had no idea how he would have explained anything- but the conversation was not the least bit awkward.
When it was time for dessert, however, things were surprisingly less smooth. “You look like a chocolate man to me,” said Vincent, strolling across the diner towards the door to the kitchen. He held Remus’ hand in his, squeezing tightly to pull him along. “But I can’t quite figure out… pudding or cake…”
The second they entered the kitchen, Remus froze. Practically every sinful chocolate concoction Remus could imagine was right there before him. “How did you…?”
“I have a very efficient oven system,” Vincent explained. “So…” He held his arms out. “What’ll it be?”
Remus licked his lips. His heart was pounding, blood rushing, breath racing. He looked around. “I think… maybe…” His gaze rested on Vincent. “You.”
Vincent cocked his head and smiled a bit sheepishly. “Like I said, I know what people need.”
Immediately, Remus was on him, stripping off their clothes except… except for the apron. He rather liked that. He liked the way it tented around the man’s erection. He liked the smells and nearly invisible stains on it. And he liked the way it felt against the back of his head as he licked his way up between the legs to the fat cock. Vincent groaned and went weak at the knees, sliding down against the slick metal front of the refrigerator, onto the ground in front.
The pudding was closest, and Remus brought the bowl down to the floor with them. He dipped his finger in and licked it off. The taste was sweet and creamy and he craved more. He stuck two fingers into the slick and slightly-sticky goodness and brought them out again, brown and dripping. He grinned and offered them over to Vincent, who licked them, smiling back delightedly. The man looked so adorable when he smiled.
But a little of the chocolate dripped down Remus’ hand and he jumped in to catch the trails before they reached his wrist. With their mouths so close, scrambling for the chocolate, there was nothing for it but for tongues to meet and lips to press hungrily.
As they snogged, their hands roamed. One found strawberries while another found a spray can of whipped cream. Remus depressed the button between them, forming a thick, sweet streak across Vincent’s hairy chest. He licked at it, testing, and liked the taste of the man even more than the whipped cream. Even when the chest was practically covered in cream, Remus concentrated on parts he’d already licked clean just as much. Remus slid down, his cock rubbing against one of the man’s hairy thighs as he passed his tongue around each pec and nibbled at each nipple. He had almost had his fill when he felt something rough and chocolaty intercede.
Remus raised his head to find a chocolate-dipped strawberry just waiting for him. Remus chuckled and took a bite, and Vincent finished it off with a second bite. Their kiss was even sweeter, now, and juicy. Remus squirmed, helplessly staining the apron with a few drops of precum.
It was fast- almost too fast for Remus’ liking- but it couldn’t be helped. It had been so long since that moment in the loo, and this man was so willing, gentle, and generous. Remus would not be able to hang on much longer. He communicated this was an urgent yelp as two large hands gripped the backs of his thighs and then his arse, pulling him closer. Remus slid about on top as his pelvis jerked, the whipped cream lubricating their movements. The man was breathing hard, making Remus on top move up and down.
Remus tried to restrain himself. He looked up, desperate for something that might delay his orgasm. Instead, he found several pieces of chocolate cake. Perfect. “You know,” said Remus, bringing one down and setting it nearly beneath the man’s chin. “I’ve heard that eating chocolate releases the same feel-good endorphins as sex does.”
“I’ve heard that, too,” said Vincent, squeezing Remus’ arse cheeks. “But my theory is that you must eat quite a lot of it in order to be exactly as good as an orgasm. Feel like testing my hypothesis?”
“Try and stop me.” Remus took a bite of the cake, which was moist and spongy. It was so rich it practically melted on his tongue. But it couldn’t possibly be as good as sex. Not by a longshot. Could it? He swallowed and separated a piece of the cake to feed to Vincent. Vincent opened his mouth wide to take it, and sucked Remus’ fingers as they pulled out of his mouth.
“Scientific observations?”
“Delicious. Mouth-watering. But I still want to fuck you, I’m afraid.”
Vincent grinned. “Let’s go.” Pushing the cake aside, he rolled over, beneath Remus. Remus knelt between the larger man’s spread legs, practically quivering from sugar and anticipation. Resourcefully, he dipped his cock right into the pudding. The thin chocolate sauce coated him and provided suitable lubrication.
Unable to wait a moment longer, he slid inside. Both men groaned and then laughed at their synchronized pleasures. “All right?” Remus asked, rather surprised he was asking. After all the times he fucked and got fucked over the past few years, he’d never even thought to ask about the other man.
“Better than,” replied Vincent. Like a gag, his mouth was still full of cake.
Remus took a deep breath and began pumping with a strong, steady rhythm. He felt the orgasm sneaking up on him, tingling from within and bursting to get out. Vincent’s fingers and toes curled, rubbing his cheek against the floor as he jerked along with Remus. As if they were heating tea in a kettle, they both reached their boiling points at precisely the same moment. Remus was in mid-thrust when Vincent cried out. Remus came silently, out of habit, but gasped with pleasure as he rode it out, longer than anticipated, longer than usual.
When they were done, Remus carefully extracted himself and collapsed onto his back on the cold floor. Vincent sat up and grabbed a dishtowel from an oven handle. He wiped himself off a little with two or three good swipes, then progressed to Remus. He rubbed lightly, carefully, but when the towel brushed along Remus’ nether regions, Remus cried out, “No!”
Remus sat up straight along with a fresh erection.
“Wow… didn’t you just…”
Nodding wearily, Remus pressed his hand over his eyes and fell back. “Long story. But…”
“It’s all right, honey,” Vincent said, sweetly. “I know what you need, remember?”
He crawled down and rubbed his face against Remus’ groin, his curls tickling the sensitive insides of Remus’ thighs and his balls. And just as Vincent’s mouth wrapped expertly around Remus’ cock, one of Vincent’s free hands snuck over to the bottom freezer and extracted something.
Remus looked down to see a mess of tinfoil which, unwrapped, could be nothing other than a frozen, chocolate-covered banana. “Oh yes,” Remus groaned, slamming his head back against the tiles so hard he saw stars for a moment.