tetsubinatu (tetsubinatu) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-05 22:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: tetsubinatu, kink: cross-dressing, remus/sirius |
Survivor's Guilt Part 5
Title: Survivor's Guilt Part 5
Rating: R
Wordcount: 794
Pairing:Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): cross-dressing
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Notes: post-DH (sans epilogue) Remus reminisces.
Harry was not happy, and he was not shy about letting Hermione know it. When Remus went off to inspect the bathrooms of their new digs (three, because Hermione had tried to share a bathroom with Ron before and wouldn’t wish it on anyone squeamish, which meant that George was sharing with him) Harry let her have both barrels.
“How could you do this to me?” he sulked dramatically, ignoring the cleaning charms with which Hermione was busily scouring the sink and oven. A sponge whisked by a little too close, leaving suds on his nose, but he only narrowed his eyes and ignored them.
“The opportunity just came up. I’d like to have seen you resist it!” she retorted sharply.
“But it’s not fair! I have first dibs and you know it.”
She rolled her eyes, and when Remus came in with an anxious look on his face making it clear that he had caught the tail end of the conversation, she punched Harry surreptitiously in the bicep. He elbowed viciously back.
“I’m so sorry, Harry!” Remus began. “I thought that the arrangement with Hermione was on a casual basis and if I had had any idea...”
Hermione pursed her lips and interrupted, “Harry’s just being childish, Remus. He wanted to sleep with you first.”
Remus sat down heavily in the nearest chair. “That’s... unexpected.” After a heavy pause he looked at Harry warily. “I... I really don’t think I could do that Harry.”
“But why not?” Harry burst out impetuously. “I’m the same age as Hermione, and I know you like men.”
Remus frowned. “You’re Prongs’ and Lily’s baby, Harry! I was in the waiting room when you were born. I held you when you were 20 minutes old; I thought I was going to drop you, but it was Sirius who did that.”
“Sirius dropped me?”
“Explains a few things,” Hermione muttered.
“Well but never mind that! I’m not a baby now.”
Remus looked a little guilty but remained firm. “I slept with your mother...”
Hermione cocked her head interestedly, watching Harry’s face run through shock, suspicion, jealousy and back to suspicion.
“Um... and Dad?”
“No. He was irredeemably straight. Had to have been to resist Sirius, really.” Looking around at the the two interested faces he added, “Sirius took it as a personal affront, I think. He always boasted that he could have anyone, male or female, at Hogwarts and here his best friend wouldn’t put out!”
Hermione pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and gestured to Harry to take the one on the other side. “So what did he do?” she asked.
“Well, the climax was probably when he borrowed Hetty Sansworth’s underwear. He must have been getting a bit desperate by that stage, I suppose. Hetty came from the same social milieu as Justin Finch-Fletchly - you know, old Muggle money and land.”
He smiled reminiscently. “She had the most beautiful underwear. Soft satin and lace.” One finger reached out to caress the air as if to touch long-gone lace and silk.
“The set Sirius ‘borrowed’ was cream silk with lace inserts; brassiere, panties and,” his voice hitched slightly at the memory, “a lace suspender-belt with matching stockings. Not only did she have the most gorgeous underwear, but she was a tall, athletic girl and he can’t have needed to adjust the fit too much because he looked stunning. He shaved his legs and threatened Peter and me with all sorts of dire consequences if we interrupted.”
Hermione grinned, “So how do you know all this then?”
“Oh I took James’ cloak and Peter turned into a rat, and we both hid under the bed with the best view - Peter’s. Of course James squeaked and ran away as fast as he could, Peter followed and... well, I reaped the benefits.” A reminiscent smile lit his face. “Sirius wasn’t just furious, but hurt, too. He never really understood why James wouldn’t sleep with him. When he started to rip Hetty’s underwear off I took the cloak off and kissed him, from his lips to his toes, until he felt loved again.”
Remus remembered the slide of silken stockings under his stomach as he tongued Sirius’ navel, Sirius’ swollen cock bobbing enthusiastically under his chest. With every kiss he lavished words of love on Sirius - ‘beautiful’, ‘gorgeous’, ‘unprecedented’ - until Sirius had given up on seducing James and accepted the adoration that Remus offered unstintingly.
Hermione gulped. The look on Remus’ face was too private, too passionate to be meant for them to witness. She glanced over at Harry, who had let one tear slide from the eye she could see. Gently she leaned over and let her tongue blot it from his cheek. The smile he conjoured up for her broke her heart.
Part 4 at: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/pervy_
Part 6 at: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/pervy_