Helium Raven (severity_softly) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-04 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: severity_softly, kink: voyeurism, remus/peter pettigrew |
LMOM: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 4/31 (Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus)
Title: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 4/31 (I hope)
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing (this part): Peter/Bertha Jorkins, Remus/Peter UST
Characters/Pairing (overall fic): Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus
Summary: "It would take too long to explain the intimate alliance of contradictions in human nature which makes love itself wear at times the desperate shape of betrayal. And perhaps there is no possible explanation." ~ Joseph Conrad
Kinks/Warnings: Voyeurism (sort of), angst
Overall warnings: Angst
Challenge: LMOM '08, day four
Word Count: 2000-ish
Notes: This part was supposed to be much smuttier, but the story wouldn't let it, so this part really pushes the whole PG-13 smut and "Remus is involved somehow even if only as a voyeur" rules about as far as one can without breaking them. I think. I hope. *G* This part is set in 7th year. I plan to span 7th year to POA, and keep this canon compliant. Thanks so so much to innerslytherin for inspiring the Remus/Peter love, and for the speed beta-reading. :)
Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4
Remus Lupin had clearly driven Peter mad.
Clearly.
Or maybe it was virginity.
It was probably the combination of the two.
Peter wasn't sure exactly, but it was easier to blame Remus, because Remus had touched him. Remus had stroked his hair and jaw, and Peter couldn't forget it now, because no one had ever touched him like that before. Sure, he had thought, in one misguided moment, maybe if he let Remus kiss him, maybe if he let Remus touch him, that he might be able to just get past it once and for all. But then Remus had seemed to know, and he touched Peter, and it reminded Peter what it would mean if he let Remus do stuff to him.
The problem was, Peter reasoned, that because he'd never been touched, kissed even, his teenage hormones were going berserk. He would have been interested in anything from anyone, at this point, and, well, Remus was safe. Remus wouldn't laugh at him.
Peter shook his head, trying not to think about the fact that Remus seemed to want to kiss him back. Just because Moony was, apparently, a poof didn't mean he had to be one, too. It was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year, the autumn wind was whipping around them, and Peter was going to get laid. With a girl. Even if he had to bribe one to do it.
It was easy enough to get rid of James and Sirius. James was off with Lily and Sirius had taken Emmeline Vance, which Peter thought was a bit odd, as he kept insisting he didn't even like her. Peter was left alone with Remus. Again. He couldn't get away from Remus, it felt like. Remus was showing up in his dreams. He was starting to resent Remus for it.
At least Remus had the decency to look awkward when they were alone now, for the first few moments, anyway. Remus was a good bloke.
"Did you get your eight inches done in Transfiguration?" Remus asked.
Peter wandered down High street next to him, trying to come up with a plan for getting rid of Moony, too, and walking a safe distance away without being too obvious. He huffed a laugh. "It's Hogsmeade Weekend, and you're on about homework."
Remus smiled, and for all that they were trying to keep distance, Remus' smile was still disarming, and did funny things to Peter.
"Right, right," Remus said.
"I suppose you'll want an educational tour of the post office while we're here instead of going to Zonkos?" Peter teased.
This time Remus laughed and seemed to relax a bit. "They ought to build a public library here," he answered, giving Peter a nudge.
Peter laughed then and tried to ignore the playful touch. That touch hadn't meant anything, he reminded himself. Remus was trying to act like nothing happened, so he could too. "You're so weird, Moony. Honestly."
Remus' smile went a little funny, but it didn't get any less warm. "Honeydukes is always a welcome trip."
Peter saw his chance, and blinked up at Remus. "If I give you some money, will you get me some Pepper Imps and Ice Mice? Maybe a bar of white chocolate, too?"
Remus wrinkled his nose at the last. "Sure," he said anyway. "Where are you going?"
"Scrivenshafts. Almost out of ink," Peter said. Remus wouldn't need to go. He was always well stocked.
"I have an extra bottle," Remus said, stopping where they were because they'd already passed Honeydukes.
Shite. Peter stopped too, and stared at Remus for a moment, then his brain caught up, and he answered before he'd even processed the words. "I like a certain kind. Otherwise, my quill gets all scratchy."
Remus nodded and Peter felt relieved. And nervous. Because now he had to go find a girl, and he hadn't even considered how to do that yet. There were all sorts of people here on Hogsmeade weekends, students past and present, people who lived in the area. Surely he could find some Pure-blooded (hopefully) witch who wasn't too ugly to make him stop looking at the way Remus' eyes had an almost golden quality to them and wondering what the stubble on Remus' skin felt like.
He realised he was doing just that, and Remus was looking at him that way again. He shook himself mentally. "Meet you at the Broomsticks in an hour?"
Remus blinked. "An hour?"
"Shops are busy today," Peter said, and then handed over some money to Remus, trying not to let his hand linger on Remus' skin too long.
An hour for Remus to go to Honeydukes and Peter to go to Scrivenshafts seemed like a lot longer than they needed, but Remus agreed so he wouldn't make Peter feel foolish. He picked up their sweets and shrunk the bag to fit in his pocket, putting a cooling charm on them to keep his body heat from melting the chocolate, and left the shop with a full forty minutes to spare. He wandered for a moment, then decided he was thirsty and stopped in a little cafe to kill time and quench his thirst. It was still thirty minutes until he was supposed to meet Peter again when he was done with his drink, and he wondered idly if Peter was trying to avoid him. It depressed him a bit, but he supposed he'd been a bit stupid the night Peter came to his bed. He sighed and went to use the loo before wandering back outside to try to kill the rest of the time he had left.
Remus was finishing up in the loo, ready to step out of the stall, when the door opened and he heard a woman's voice. He was just about to clear his throat from his stall and tell her she was in the wrong loo when a second voice joined the girl's. Peter's voice.
"In here?" the girl asked. "Why in the loo? Why in the bloke's loo?" She sounded vaguely familiar, and Remus tried to peek through the crack in his stall.
"Do you have money to buy us a room? You work at the Ministry now. I already bought you drinks," Peter said, and Remus' eyes went wide.
Oh, God. He needed to make his presence known now before it was too late, but Peter had just said that, and, Merlin, even that much would be embarrassing! What was Peter even thinking?! In spite of himself, Remus tried to get a better angle to peek out at them.
"I'm just a lackey. Just left school, you know; they don't pay me shite yet." The woman moved into Remus' field of vision and he had to swallow a gasp. It was Bertha Jorkins, who'd left school just the year before. Remus wasn't sure she looked happy to be here, but she didn't really smile a lot anyway. "Little Parker Pettigrew," Bertha breathed. Remus frowned when Peter didn't bother to correct her, and he saw Peter fight his own frown. "This is unexpected."
Peter shrugged. "I've always liked you, I guess." Bertha looked even more dubious, and Remus' frown deepened. That wasn't true. Peter had always rolled his eyes behind her back when she hung about James and Sirius when she was still in school. He'd called her a stupid cow in fifth year, in fact, after she'd reported him to a Prefect when she caught him smoking inside the castle.
But there Peter was, leaning in and kissing her, his hands fisting themselves awkwardly in the front of her blouse. She was bigger than him, taller and rounder (not that Peter was fat, no matter what anyone said; he was just... soft around the middle), and it might have been sort of cute except that Remus was sort of horrified.
Bertha turned up her chin to pull out of an uncomfortable looking kiss, and Peter kissed her chin and throat with closed-mouthed kisses, then pressed her up against the sink and into a wet spot on the counter. "Oi, watch it!" she said, but she didn't push him away. "Have you ever done this before?"
"Loads of times," Peter lied.
"Why here?" she complained again.
Peter looked annoyed, but his hand crept up to her breast and squeezed anyway. He ran his tongue over her jaw and started to shove her cloak off with his free hand. "Look, can we just fuck... and not talk?"
Remus looked away, having another momentary panic and wondering if he could cast a Muffliato on himself. He shouldn't be watching this. He shouldn't be listening to this. Peter would never forgive him.
Bertha muttered something and then her and Peter's feet shuffled a bit on the floor. The counter creaked, and she gasped softly, then moaned a bit. Peter wasn't making a sound. Remus couldn't look back. Clothing was being shifted, and Remus heard the zip of one of their trousers and Bertha huffed a breath. This seemed to go on for forever. Heavy cloaks dropped to the floor, and breathing grew quick.
"Put your fingers--" Bertha said, then moaned in earnest, and finally Peter made a funny gaspy sort of noise. "Keep doing that," she instructed, and her following soft whimpers echoed against the tile walls.
For a moment, Remus forgot himself and wondered how Peter would touch him, if he'd let himself. He wondered what kind of sounds Peter could get out of him. His hand pressed against his soft prick for a moment, but then Bertha gasped, "Ow!" and Remus' mind snapped back to how he was just standing in a loo, listening to Peter lose his virginity. God. He didn't want to hear this. He jerked his hand away from his cock.
"Sorry." Peter's voice was a whisper.
"No, just... Here," Bertha said, "Just... let's just fuck." There was another great shifting of fabric, another pair of trousers unzipped, and then... nothing. Dead silence. "Hang on, are you going to fuck me or not?" The room went silent again for one long unbearable moment. "Is this some sort of joke, Parker? Make stupid, brainless Bertha think you want to fuck her?"
"No, no," Peter said, and Remus could hear a funny vulnerability and panic in his voice. "No, I just--"
"Just what?"
Silence again. This time it lasted even longer, and it wasn't broken by Peter answering her. It was broken by the sound of clothes shifting again and the zipper of a pair of trousers, then feet were shuffling and the bathroom door swung open and closed. Remus stood there, frozen, afraid to move. He didn't know what to think. He felt a bit dirty for not having stopped them to start, and guilty because part of him was glad it went badly. He was glad it ended. He was glad Peter was still a virgin. Even if he knew Peter would never let him take Peter's virginity, he still didn't want to have to hear it when someone else finally did. After a while, he turned to open the stall door, thinking he was probably alone now, until Peter proved him otherwise.
"FUCK!" Peter yelled, and Remus heard him kick the bin across the room and all the rubbish scatter across the bathroom floor.
Remus jumped, held a gasp, and then froze again. Peter was breathing heavily and Remus heard him pace for a moment, and then stop. For another few minutes, there was no sound, no clothes being shoved back on, no washing up, no door opening and closing, and then finally Remus heard Peter heave a sob that made his heart break. When he finally allowed himself to look back through the crack in the stall, Peter was slumped against the counter. His hair was messy and his shirt and trousers were still pulled open sloppily. Peter had his head bowed and his hands pressed to his eyes, and Remus could tell he was trying to pull himself together.
Remus couldn't look away. He wanted so badly to walk out of the stall and hug Peter, but that would only make things worse. Instead he watched until Peter finally moved to dress, then listened for Peter to leave.
Part 5