loony4lupin (loony4lupin) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-06 14:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: loony4lupin, kink: alpha remus, kink: biting, kink: dirty talk, kink: oral sex, kink: rough sex, remus/omc, remus/sirius |
LMOM #6: Anemone [Remus/Sirius, NC-17]
Title: Anemone (forsaken)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 925
Pairing: Remus/OMC, Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): Rough sex, Alpha!Remus
Challenge: Lusty Month of May
Notes: In honor of it being May, all the stories will be based off a flower.
Blind, sheer, uncontrollable panic set in just after he finished his History of Magic essay. The rest of the day, after the blatant molestation in the alcove, had gone surprisingly well. Sirius kept his hands and his stare to himself, it was almost a relief to have Sirius act normally around him. At the same time, it made Remus twitch with anxiety and the urge to rip James’ throat out every time he threw a friendly shoulder around Sirius. But it was right before the moon.
The moon.
The common room was quite empty but Remus decided against spending anymore time in the company of others. The wolf was close. And Remus began to doubt that Sirius spending anytime with him in the next twenty four hours before the moon rose was a good idea. Remus cringed as he reached the door to the dormitory and began to get ready for bed.
He had only been with one other person just before the moon and it hadn’t been the most dignifying experience for him.
He closed his eyes in shame. Fuck.
Terrance Peebody was a wonderful muggle boy who lived in the farm house across the valley from the Lupin’s cottage. Remus tried to smile as Terrance’s face popped into his mind, they had always been friends and the month before term had been spent in blissful confussion when Terrance had kissed him and Remus had, surprising himself, kissed back. August turned out to be a very gratifying month and Terrance had taken up the post of teaching Remus all there needed to be known about sex between men.
Remus sat on his bed, shirt off and only in pants, his bed clothes forgotten.
It was great and hot and wonderful until the day before the moon. Remus hadn’t been thinking. Such a fool. He had been incredibly horny, of course he was it was the moon but instead of understand just how close the wolf was… he went to see Terrance. Terrance had been begging Remus, for five days previous to take him. Terrance wasn’t a virgin and he had fucked Remus into the mattress plenty of times in their exploration of each other. But Remus had never taken him, mostly because he was barely in control when he was the bottom and he couldn’t imagine what it would be like with Terrance’s neck craned in submission, with wet heat around him and the idea had shyed Remus away.
The night before the moon seemed to be ingrained in Remus mind. The way he had pounced on Terrance and Terrance had begged, with whiny pleasant sounds that had shot straight to Remus’ groin. Remus had lost control when Terrance had taken Remus’ cock in his mouth, moaning around him and letting Remus fuck Terrance’s mouth. He had lost control when he ignored the look of panic on Terrance’s face when Remus rammed his cock down his throat and Terrance had choked.
But it hadn’t seemed to faze Terrance and after taking Remus’ abuse to his mouth he simply looked clouded over in pleasure and rolled onto his stomach.
”You’re so different tonight, so aggressive. Want you, want you to fuck me so hard I can taste you come… please, please… oh God. Yes, yes, wanna scream. Wanna be fucked by your cock Remus, please I’m begging for it… want it, want you, fuck me, fuck me. FUCK ME!”
Remus remembered every word that had come out of Terrance that night. He hadn’t even fucking prepared him, just thrust into Terrance raw and without lube. He could still remember the raw cry from Terrance’s lips before he had started to move, thrusting deep and hard. He hadn’t even given Terrance time to adjust before fucking him into the mattress, pulling at Terrance cock with such force that matched his thrusts. The things he had said that night, not in his own voice but in the voice of the Wolf. Nasty, filthy things that made Terrance buck harder and keen louder and all of those things, those words had terrified him. They were wrong coming from him, primal and wrong with poor, pliant Terrance. Yet, in his haze he had been amazed at how much Terrance and pushed back, how hard Terrance had been, trembling with need and how when he felt Terrance come all over his hand, he just fucked Terrance harder until he was crying unintelligible things into the mattress and Remus came, biting into the flesh of Terrance’s neck and drawing blood.
The words mine and bitch had snarled out of his mouth that sounded nothing like Remus and all like the Wolf and the coppery taste of Terrance’s blood had tasted good and Remus had lapped it up.
He had blacked out afterwards and Terrance had woken him up with kisses. Saying how amazing Remus was, how all Terrance wanted to do was be taken by him again. But Remus had felt so much shame, such deep and unfurling pain and uncontrollable tears that he had simply left and never said a word to Terrance afterwards.
What am I doing? The idea of marking Sirius, of taking Sirius made his cock stir and his stomach churn. He was sick. Remus looked down at his prick, it strained against his Y-fronts and every part of him was on fire.
And he hated himself for it.
The sound of steps outside the door made Remus’ insides crumple in panic.
He didn’t know if he could do this.
I don’t know if I can stop.