rose_whispers (rose_whispers) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-05 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: rose_whispers, kink: alpha remus, kink: bestiality, kink: oral sex, kink: rimming, remus/bill |
LMoM Day 5: Lagu, Reversed (2 of 2)
Title: Lagu, Reversed (2 of 2)
Author: rose_whispers
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Bill
Kink(s): bestiality (alpha!Remus), rimming, oral sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 1121
Summary: After the attack by Greyback, Bill can't control his hunger. The night of his third full moon, Remus helps him get through it.
A/N: Today's rune prompt is Lagu, reversed: "In reversal the subconscious, or intuitive and receptive part of the mind, is turned upside-down, indicating that [one] has become mixed up and is about to get into real difficulty if firm and immediate action is not taken" (Horik Svensson's The Runes). Continued from Part 1. Thanks to Lia for the beta!
He is in the woods. Can't be inside tonight, inside is bad, bad, and he needs to be able to smell the summer air. He pauses, the muscles of his chest, his arms, rippling as he tenses. Scenting. Lilac is overwhelming, too much florality around this place, this cottage that doesn't smell like home. He misses the heat of the Egyptian desert. He is too hot, too hot, clothes are off, long gone, he needs to run...
He crashes through the woods, eyes flashing. Eyes are different than usual, he saw them in the mirror, they're wider, lighter, he didn't like the mirror, mirror is bad, bad, he sees too much there. Too many scars, he doesn't like scars. He throws himself down a hill, half-falling and he can see better than usual, see and smell, smells a badger, just to the left. Wants to catch the badger, break its neck, paint himself with its blood. Must catch, must kill...
A low growl permeates the clearing. It's so deep it's nearly inaudible, more a bass beat than a sound. Bill freezes, the badger forgotten.
He knows that growl. He heard it last night, felt it against his throat last night, last night he knew, he knew.... he knows....
The wolf stalks into the glade. It is huge, so much bigger than Bill had expected. Remus, he knows this is Remus, he smells Remus under the fur, the pheromones. It's Remus, Remus who touched him last night, who held him down and made him scream his release to the empty walls of his empty cottage. Remus who he craves, who he dreams about.
The wolf stands motionless. Bill is tensed, watching. Waiting. He hears the cicadas but dismisses them. He feels, feels, feels the full moon over head, tugging at them both. Tearing them both apart. At least Remus gets to change. Bill can't find relief, except when Remus gives it to him.
"Want," he says, his voice as low as the wolf's growl. "Need. Need. Remus." He drags his nails across his bare chest. He keeps them pared down so he won't hurt himself on these nights, but tonight it doesn't matter. He scratches hard enough to leave tracks, to draw blood, the smell of his own blood, his blood, for Remus. The wolf yips, crouches down. Leaps.
Bill braces himself, welcoming the rush, holds his arms out and the wolf collides with him. Feels fur, bristling and soft all at once, buries his face in the wolf's chest, breathing in its scent, Remus' scent, the taste of moonlight on Remus' skin. The wolf puts its paws on Bill's shoulders, shoves him backward just as the human Remus did last night, last night when Remus made Bill scream and Bill wants this, oh hell yes he wants it, wants it. Wants it with every heaving breath. A hot, wet nose presses against Bill's throat, tracks downward, breathes in the smell of his blood. Tastes his blood, tastes it, wide, wet tongue lapping it up. Bill groans, this shouldn't be sexy? He doesn't care. Needs it. His erection has never been so large, so hard, straining up toward Remus' hairy haunches.
The wolf pauses, staring into his eyes and he feels a moment so lucid it almost kills him. Remus' eyes are his own. He is in his right mind. This is Remus, not a wolf in Remus' place. He knows exactly what he is doing.
Bill shudders, gives into his urges, wraps his arms around Remus' lupine torso. Pushes him to the side, tumbling them and bringing his cock into contact with Remus' fur. He moans. So coarse, so finely textured, so much texture, feeling, oh, it's good and he ruts against Remus' stomach until the wolf's teeth descend. Latch onto Bill's throat and he stills. Hot breath moistens his Adam's apple, pliant tongue flicks against his skin. Teeth almost puncture, but Remus is completely in control of himself. In control. In control of Bill too. Like last night, he stills, let's go, gives himself over to Remus. To the relief Remus can give.
The wolf relaxes his jaw, snuffles his snout over Bill's torn chest, follows the scent of arousal downward, downward, Bill squirms needs it wants it oh god please, please--
Wet nose against the base of Bill's cock. Running over his length. Sniffing his tip and it's enough to drive him mad, mad, madder, please more-- did he say that out loud? Please more. And Remus complies, oh good wolf, good, wonderful wolf, wolf tongue, GOD yes. Remus' tongue is long, almost prehensile, runs up and down the underside of Bill's cock, its sides, tip, oh, his bollocks. Rolls Bill's bollocks with his tongue, first one then the other, the wet nose pressing against his cock and Bill has never felt like this, ever, ever, ever. He is tearing out tufts of grass, the green scent mingling with the aroma of Bill's arousal, of Remus' saliva, the whole wood must know....
Remus pauses to nose Bill's sac, to inhale heavily, to move lower-- OH! Wet, hot nose against Bill's arsehole and that shouldn't be good, shouldn't make him want it. He spreads his legs, plants his feet on the ground, pushes upward to give Remus better access. The wolf's tongue tickles, thrills, prods and Bill has never even thought about the erogenous possibilities there with another human being let alone a wolf but it feels so good, so nerve-tinglingly good...
The tongue withdraws and moments later wraps around Bill's erection, moving up and down, so similar to Remus' hand last night. The surety, the confidence, oh Bill likes this, not being in control, giving it all to Remus. He wants this, needs it, he's on fire, fire, FIRE floods through him, burns him clean. And he doesn't lose consciousness this time, he is more aware, more alive, more everything than he's ever been before.
"Remus," he gasps as the wolf licks him clean. "Remus, my god, I..." But the wolf retreats, is padding away, is going into the trees.... is gone. Bill sees how aroused Remus is as he goes. Just like last night, Remus gave him release but took nothing for himself. Nothing for himself, and Bill has so much to give, is going to give it....
Next month. He curls onto his side, enjoying every blade of grass beneath his heated skin, the smell of starlight, of moonlight, the return of birdsong to the glade. Next month he is pushing, exploring. He wants more, wants it all. Will give it all, if Remus will let him. Oh yes. Oh soon.