katekintail (katekintail) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-08 21:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: katekintail, kink: spanking, remus/crossover character |
LMOM: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 8
I haven't had notes about each fandom I use for each part, so a quick summary:
Part 3- Eureka; Part 4- Stargate SG-1; Part 5- Pirates of the Caribbean; Part 6- Queer as Folk US; Part 7- Velvet Goldmine
And from now on, I'll put it at the end of the part, too.
Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 8
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sawyer
Kink: spanking
Disclaimer: Not my characters or world. Just my creative juices. Please don’t sue. I don’t make a dime from this.
Summary: New Companions all around! Remus is in heat and in need of more things than sex…
Word Count for this part: 2,314
Notes: I’m in way over my head this year for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May. Any feedback you’ve got for me would be useful. Also, this is completely unbetaed, because of time constraints. Sorry!
Part 8
Where: Some island in the middle of the Pacific ocean
When: 2004
“Can’t help but notice how silent you’ve been since our last stop,” the Doctor said, sitting down beside Remus. He handed over a biscuit, heavy with jelly, and licked the remnants of jelly from his fingers.
Remus took the food but didn’t feel especially hungry. He shrugged.
“You didn’t like meeting your heroes as much as you thought you would? That’s the trouble with fantasies sometimes.”
Shaking his head, “It isn’t that. It’s just… back there… London in 1973… I was thirteen. I could have, I dunno, called myself or something. There’s so much pain I could have saved myself from, so many mistakes I hadn’t yet made. All I’d have to do to save the lives of my friends would be to leave just one message for myself…” He handed the biscuit back and pushed himself up off the floor of the TARDIS.
It was hurtling through time and space, on its way to a new destination, leaving thirteen-year-old Remus unreachable, back in the past where he belonged. Remus could only watch and add one more regret to his long list.
The way Brian and Curt had looked at each other had been the trigger. Sirius used to look at Remus exactly like that, back when there had been infatuation, lust, and love, back before the battles, the betrayal, and death. Remus had lost everyone he cared most about, especially himself. With a sigh, he leaned forward, hands resting on the edge control panel.
Suddenly, the TARDIS shook, leaned to the side, and several of the spinners spun wildly out of control. The Doctor leapt to his feet and raced over. “What did you touch?”
“Nothing,” Remus said, jumping back in alarm. “It just went off. I didn’t touch a thing. Honest.”
Most likely, the Doctor believed him. However, most likely, that didn’t matter. The TARDIS seemed to be flying itself now, and resisted every attempt at correcting its course by shuddering fiercely. The Doctor kept trying, nonetheless, fiddling with dials and buttons and switches. He ran around from one side of the console to the other, staring up at the glowing tubes and down at the blinking lights. Nothing made a bit of difference.
They crash landed so hard that both men fell to the floor. Just as quickly as they’d been thrown down, they got up and sprang towards the door.
The view as they stepped out of the TARDIS was amazing. There was a lush forest on one side and a stretch of beach leading off into crystal blue waters on their other side. "Maybe your TARDIS needs a vacation and brought us to a tropical paradise?" Remus asked, hopefully.
There was a piercing scream from the direction of the forest, and their heads turned in just enough time to see unnatural wisps of smoke rising, forming together, and then descending again beneath the tree-line. "With that? Not likely. C'mon!" He raced into the jungle, and Remus ran after him, wand out, with a strange sense that he'd done this before- not with the Doctor, of course, but when he was part of the Order. They were careful at all times. But more than once he and the others would hear something suspicious and then charge right towards the danger.
Back in England, however, there usually wasn't this much vegetation involved. In his jeans, shirt, and jacket, he was broiling, even when the sun wasn't catching him between the trees. He wanted badly to strip off his jacket, but didn't want to let his guard down, and he needed all his attention and coordination in order to run without tripping over roots or running into foliage.
They seemed to run for ages. The jungle was denser than Remus had counted on and more confusing. He knew he wouldn’t be able to find his way back now without magic. But as they reached the spot where what they’d witnessed should have taken place, they found nothing but trees. “I know I saw something…” The Doctor had his sonic screwdriver out, at the ready.
“And I heard something,” said Remus. “Hang on…” He closed his eyes and listened. It was faint but there. “The beeping- do you hear it?”
The Doctor shook his head, straining to listen, but Remus knew all he’d be able to hear were the sounds of the jungle. He pointed his wand in a direction and uttered a magnification spell. The Doctor’s eyes widened. “Beeping! Yes!”
Just then, a crunching, crashing sound made them both give a start. But that and the shaking, disturbed trees were in the opposite direction. “I’ll go after the beeping and you go after the smoke?” Remus suggested.
“Couldn’t have said it better. Be careful!”
“You, too.” Remus took off in search of the sound. Not before long he found a large, metal hatch. He blasted it open to save himself the effort of pulling, and, when the door swung open, Remus carefully made his way inside. He followed the alarming sound through a short hall, and realized the sound was accompanied by flashing lights and a small clicking sound as numbers flipped past on a rudimentary timer.
There was a computer terminal in the center of a room that looked like it didn’t belong on this island. It looked like a room that belonged in a city flat, not an underground bunker off a beach.
“And just who the fuck are you?”
Remus wheeled around, wand up, and saw no one. At first. Then he dropped his gaze down and spotted a man. He was handcuffed to a thick pipe and sitting on the floor, legs stretched out in front of him. His jeans were ripped and faded, his plaid shirt hanging off him. He had a shadow of a beard that had to have been a week old and dirty blond hair that fell down to his shoulders. He looked rough… and he looked fairly pissed. Though he also looked quite striking. If it weren’t for the alarm going off, Remus would have liked to have… “What’s going on here?”
“Oh nothing,” the man said, shrugging. “Just the End of the World Alarm going off.”
“The end of the world alarm?”
“Yup. As if you didn’t know.”
“I don’t.” He looked around worriedly. The sound was quite grating and disconcerting and there didn’t seem to be any obvious way to make it stop. “My name’s Remus. My friend and I just crashed here. You’re the first person I’ve met.”
The man narrowed his eyes at Remus. “You ain’t an Other, then?”
Confused, Remus shook his head.
“How am I s’pposed to trust you?”
“You don’t have to trust me,” said Remus. “Just tell me how to make this alarm stop.” The man stared coldly at him. “Look, I don’t care what you think of me. But I don’t want to be responsible for bringing about the end of the world, so just tell me what I’ve got to do, Mate.”
“Sawyer.”
“What?”
“That’s my name. Now get on that computer and enter the numbers.”
Remus blinked. Computer? Numbers? He was burning up after the run and shrugged off his jacket, but he still felt hot and panicked.
Sawyer pointed. “There!” He looked urgently at the numbers clicking down from ten. “Now!”
Remus went where the man pointed and found something that resembled a typewriter. He vaguely recalled hearing the word computer elsewhere, and wished the Doctor were with him now. This seemed like the sort of thing he’d be great with. Muggle technology wasn’t exactly Remus’ strong suit.
“Quickly! Type in these numbers: 4 8 15 16 23 42.”
The keys were all funny, and when he pressed them, he naturally double-checked to make sure they were showing up on the screen. Remus made it through about half by memory. “What did you say comes after 16?” His fingers were shaking. The alarm was- if possible- getting louder.
“23 then 42! Hurry!”
Remus finished typing them in but nothing changed. His heart leapt up into his throat.
“Hit the enter key, damnit!”
Remus inspected the keys before him, finally noticing the word ‘enter’ written on one. He pressed it and the alarm immediately ceased. The numbers that had been counting down flipped back, resetting itself.
The man relaxed, throwing his head back with a sigh. “A hundred and eight minutes more,” he said. He rattled his hand with the handcuff around so it clanked against the pipe. “Any hope you’ll get me outa this before then?”
Remus walked over and inspected the situation. He could get them off easily enough with a spell, but there must have been a reason for them. “What happened here?”
“One of the Others,” Sawyer said. “Waited ‘til I was alone down here. Broke in. Ambushed me.” He rubbed the side of his head, wincing. “Locke was supposed to be around here but…”
“My friend and I saw something in the jungle. He went after it and I tracked down this place.”
“Probably a polar bear.”
“A what?”
“A polar bear. This island’s got a couple of ‘em. Though the bears are just about the least of my worries since we crashed here.” He thought for a moment, and apparently the memories were too much for him, so he pushed them away by shaking his head. "So what're you going to do with me now?" He looked like a wide-eyed, sad little puppy dog. He was so vulnerable, so weak and helpless. Yet, Remus knew the man would lash out violently if only he could.
"Well, I thought I'd get those handcuffs off you, to start with." Remus squatted down and examined. He considered the possibilities a moment, then took out his wand. At this point, it was probably kinder to wipe the man's memory after all this, anyway. Otherwise he'd come out of this with far too many suspicions and questions, and the guy didn't seem to need any more of that. So Remus bent down and touched his wand to the cuffs. They sprung open and Sawyer snatched his hand back, rubbing his tender wrist. "That’s better." Then he looked at Remus, evaluating, pondering.
"You don't have to thank me," Remus said with a smile. He got up but was immediately pulled back down.
The man gripped him hard, kissing powerfully, shocking Remus even more than that bloody end of the world thingy had. "Fuck," he muttered when he shoved Remus back, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. "What are you?"
"Just a stranded traveler," Remus replied honestly, still a bit stunned. Not the best kiss he'd ever had, but one he was suddenly desperate to repeat.
"For weeks I've pretty much been resigned to my right hand. Not even so much as a gay flight attendant made it through the plane crash. And then you turn up all. all sweaty and rumpled and saving the day. You're sure your not one of the Others?"
"I'm not. But. would you care if I were?"
The man jumped him. Remus suddenly found himself pinned down on the floor, cheek rubbing into the thick Berber. Down came his pants, and no amount of sweetness or caring went into the man's movements. It was all about desperation and urgency and finally having someone to connect with.
Remus greatly preferred lube to spit, but he would take what he could get and be glad for it. Besides, he was capable of taking a lot.
The first slap against his arsecheeks warmed them, the second made him burn with anticipation. If he wasn't careful, he'd spill all over the carpet and his new outfit and- oh- the third was accompanied by a hard, cut cock poking at him. Merlin, that felt good! "Again," Remus begged. The fourth was the hardest yet, and the sound of the spanking echoed in the room and into the hallway a bit. "Again?"
"You don't get to decide that!" Sawyer explained, but spanked him again anyway, squeezing Remus' rosy cheeks afterwards. He was angry but he was damn attractive when he was angry. Remus looked back, over his shoulder at the man, closed his eyes, and slid a hand down into his jeans. It was a tight fit, compared to his trousers, but the closeness made it easier to touch. He ended up humping the floor as Sawyer pounded into him from above and behind. The firm, forceful, urgent thrusts threw Remus forward, grinding him so hard into the carpet that Remus hoped he'd feel it for days. The man went in deep and hard, finally finishing up with a groan and Remus' arsecheeks clenched around his cock.
Remus held out as long as he could, listening to the groans, feeling the intensity of the orgasm. But then the fire within him raged similarly and he came in his jeans against the floor, fist pounding the carpet in near silence.
He felt perfectly awful about performing a memory charm on the man. That obliviate had been the hardest one of his life, but had been preceded by another kiss- also not the best of his life, but one he was sure he would remember.
He met the Doctor not too far from where he'd left him. The Doctor looked frazzled. "Giant smoke monster thingy," he explained, gesturing behind him. "Nanoparticles, somehow genetically tied to the island itself. Somehow controlled by the island or something on it. It was after a group of people who claim to have been in a plane crash. Got them to safety and it didn't seem to like my screwdriver any, but I think I could use your help."
Remus grinned. Saving the world, getting laid, and defeating a giant smoke monster? Maybe the TARDIS should be responsible for picking their next destination as well.
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