mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-04 21:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: thescarletwoman, kink: dirty talk, kink: oral sex, remus/crossover character |
LMoM 4: May the Fourth Be With You
Title: May the Fourth Be With You
Author: thescarletwoman
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Luke (which is really implied Luke/Han...)
Kink(s): oral sex, dirty talk
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 2200
Summary: Remus is completely and totally infatuated with both Luke and Han. After one too many viewings, he finds himself in the story, as the ever-so-sexy Han Solo.
Notes: Not exactly in the same arc but it can be fit in. This was written because Rose's Gentleman Caller has horrible puns including 'May the Fourth be With You'. Happy Star Wars Day! Continuing in the same arc as the first three. Due to a meeting with a rather unusual woman, Remus finds that it's sex before the full moon that helps to ease his transformations. To Rose for the uber-speedy beta. :*
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Remus still remembers the Christmas when Star Wars came out and the Marauders managed to score a quartet of tickets to go to the cinema. He still is puzzled over the fact that it was called Episode IV, yet is the first film to be released. But then again, Remus doesn't ask questions he knows there is no logical answer to. Sirius and James had been fascinated by the idea of Muggles having 'moving' pictures of their own. And ones that talked no less!
Remus and Peter had enjoyed the near child-like quality James and Sirius had taken on, mocking them as their faces shined, taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds of Muggle technology. Peter had been completely engrossed in the mechanics of the film, wanting to dissect and pull apart the inner workings of the Millennium Falcon and R2D2. Remus, on the other hand, was more interested in the characters as opposed to any of the inner workings of the fim. Whereas Peter wants to inspect the mechanical aspects, Remus wants to inspect either Luke or Han. He isn't going to be picky.
Later that night, after Sirius and James have exhausted themselves following the sixth incarnation of the fight between Obi-Wan and Darth Vader and Peter is curled up in a ball, mumbling something about circuitry and its use in C-3PO, Remus gives himself over to sleep and his fantasies. It's over the course of the next few days that Remus has to make up excuses as to why he's going to the cinema again and again and again.
And why he wants to go alone. He doesn't want to hear Peter sitting next to him, coming up with some new theory as to why the Death Star has such a large weak spot. He wants to sit in the front row, centimetres away from the screen and watch Han and Luke, imagining that the moments they look towards the camera, they're looking right at him.
Sighing happily, a bucket of popcorn clutched in his hands, Remus settles in to watch the film for the sixth time.
"I knew you'd come back! I just knew it!"
Remus-as-Han moves forward, pulling Luke into an embrace, slapping him on the back. He steps back, after a moment, before the hug grows too long and laughs, running his hand through perfect hair. Remus breaks the dream long enough to marvel at his luck of being transformed into Han. He quickly pushes the thought from his mind before he completely disrupts the perfect dream.
"Well, I wasn't gonna let you get all the credit and take all the reward," Remus replies with a grin. Laughing, he playfully smacks Luke, though the smile fades ever so slightly when Leia steps between them.
"Hey, I knew there was more to you than money," she says, looking appreciatively at Remus.
His eyes, however, are only for Luke. The scene shifts to the palace, Remus lounging on an opulent red silk bed. He braces head on his hands, fingers lacing to form a bridge to hold it up. His head turns lazily towards the door at the sound of a knock.
"It's open," Remus replies, crossing one leg over the other, kicking his boots to the floor. It feels good to get into fresh clothing, no longer grungy from the heat and sweat of battle. A smile comes to his face when he sees Luke at the door.
"Amazing, you clean up rather well," Remus teases, kicking his other boot off the bed and to the floor where it lands with a dull thud.
"I could say the same for you, you know."
"What are you talking about? I always look this good."
"You do."
The two words are said with such heat that Remus swears he can feel the electricity between them crackle in the room. The smooth buckskin-like trousers he's wearing leave absolutely nothing to the imagination and Remus knows where Luke's eyes are drawn. He uncrosses his legs, drawing the leather tight against his groin, showing off the lines of his body to perfection. Luke's reaction doesn't go unnoticed.
"You know, this whole thing would be easier if you first, shut the door, two, stopped staring at me open-mouthed and third... joined me."
The words feel foreign, but it's how Han would speak, Remus rationalises. As they say, when in Rome... or on Yarvin 4...
The bed sinks with Luke's additional weight and Remus rolls onto his side, hooking a leg over Luke's. The boyish grin is back and Luke slides closer. "We're going to muss your clothes," Remus says, drawing a hand along Luke's white jerkin.
"Best you remove it then," Luke replies, moving one of Remus' hands to the bow tied at his waist.
Remus slips his hand inside, the other untying the sash around Luke's waist. The smile on Luke's face grows more impish as clothing is removed, revealing chisled features. Remus's hands explore the perfectly carved chest, his thumb and forefinger tweaking a nipple. Luke lets out a breathless moan which serves to drive Remus on, his thumbnail teasing the nipple to a hard nub, his mouth closing on the other. Remus gently urges Luke to his back, straddling the other man's think hips. His mouth explores, teeth and tongue maping their way across smooth skin. The drawstring trousers remove easily, though Luke's erection causes a momentary hangup.
A feral smile spreads across Remus's face, his eyes drinking in the perfect specimen of man before him. The thin dusting of dirty blond hair leading from his navel, gradually thickening to form the nest of curls from which his cock stands out from. The head glistens with precome, the small bead beckoning to be licked and tasted. Who is Remus to ignore such divine temptation?
The tip of his tongue teases the slit, Remus's hand wrapping around the base of Luke's cock. His head bobs forward, taking more into his mouth, his tongue working against the underside. Luke moans and writhes beneath him and Remus knows he's driving him to the point of madness with his teasing. His teeth graze along Luke's bollocks, drawing one into his mouth and tugging gently on the skin. The noises Luke makes reach a level akin to keening, losing the ability to speak in any coherent statement.
"What do you want?" Remus hisses, his mouth centimetres away from Luke's cock. It glistens with Remus's saliva in the dim light afforded by the room.
"I want you," Luke moans, his hands twisting in Remus's hair.
Remus' tongue licks the base of Luke's cock. "That's not good enough. Try again."
"Please."
"I didn't ask you to beg. I want to know what you want," Remus replies, pulling back, thumb running along the ridge of Luke's prick. "Do you want me to fuck you? Flip you over so you're on your hands and knees, feeling my cock fill you. Pound into you until you don't know what's up from down?"
"Yes."
"Take you here and now, before the ceremony. Spread you wide and bury myself within you," Remus continues, removing his own remaining items of clothing. His cock is erect, hard and aching and ready to fulfil every action he described in great detail. "Fuck you so hard that you'll be glad there is no sitting in Leia's presence. And take you back here when we are done for a repeat performance, hands tied above you so you're in my power."
"Yes," Luke hisses, wriggling beneath Remus to move onto his hands and knees.
Remus sucks in a breath, his eyes washing over the curve of Luke's arse. Remus sucks two fingers into his mouth, using saliva to act as a lubricant. He inserts a finger into Luke's arse, one, then two. Scissoring his long, graceful digits to spread Luke. Luke's head drops forward, his legs spreading ever so slightly to give Remus more access. A third finger enters him, pushing forward enough to make his middle finger brush that spot. When he hears Luke cry out in sheer ecstasy, he knows he's hit it.
Withdrawing his fingers, Remus spits into his hand, using a combination of that and his own precome to slick his cock. He kneels behind Luke, spreading Luke's legs to either side of his knees. One hand rests on Luke's hip while the other grasps the base of his cock, holding it in position while he slides forward, burying his cock inside Luke.
"So... tight," Remus grinds out, his head falling forward as he begins to thrust. "Fucking hell."
Luke groans and pushes back, meeting Remus thrust for thrust. Remus doesn't waste time, keeping his movements hard and deep: nearly pulling all the way out before thrusting forward with one smooth movement. He keeps up the maddeningly fast pace, unaware of the way Luke shifts to brace himself on his elbows so he can stroke himself. Remus's balls slap against Luke's arse with the speed of his thrusts, angling slightly to make sure he keeps hitting that spot again and again. Remus' balls draw up as he approaches the precipice. One, two, three more thrusts and he comes, spilling inside Luke. A few moments later and Remus can feel Luke's inner muscles tighten around his cock as Luke follows him into the throes of ecstasy.
Together they collapse, content and sated on the bed. Remus cracks open an eye and looks at the pile of discarded clothing on the floor. Hopefully it won't be too wrinkled, too noticeable in front of Leia.
A knock at the door draws both of their attentions and they freeze, paralysed at the thought of someone entering the room and finding them en flagrante delecto.
"Did you lock it?" Remus hisses, his eyes wide.
"I... I thought so," Luke stammers, his eyes darting between Remus and the door. "Can't remember if I did or not."
Remus throws him a look that clearly says 'next time make for damn sure it is'. "I'm sorry, the door is locked!" Remus calls out, hoping whoever is there is stupid enough to believe his words and not actually try the knob.
"Princess Leia requests your presence in the great hall immediately for the Presentation."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming, I'm coming," Remus replies, disentangling himself from Luke's arms.
"And here I thought you already did," Luke teases softly, running his finger along the length of Remus' half-hard cock.
Remus opens his eyes to see the last of the credits roll. He isn't sure when he fell asleep during the film, but he finds he really doesn't care. Not if the movie elicited such a wonderful dream. He glances at his watch, quickly calculating the amount of time left before he promised to be back home.
Three hours.
Enough time to hide in the loo and sneak back in for a second showing.
Maybe this time, he'll have the luck of dreaming himself into the storyline as Obi-Wan.
It always seemed like there was a bit more to Obi-Wan's relationship with Luke than met the eye.