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katekintail (katekintail) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-10 22:21:00

LMOM: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 10
Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 10
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Aya
Kinks: piercings, sex toys galore and if you really want the details, read the tags. Otherwise, just read the fic and enjoy what comes up
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: 2,751
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!
More notes: Oh, and I apologize to Lady K, if she's reading this. I really should have timed out my fandoms better so that LotR happened on today's, since I won't be getting your giftfic portion finished this month.

Part 10

Where: Tokyo
When: May, 1998

Remus had never fought people quite like this before. He’d been in fights with Death Eaters. He’d tracked and trapped demons. And he’d been up against all manner of fantastic beasts. But these four were something different. The tall one with glasses was clearly precognitient- seeing every move before it was made- and barely broke a sweat as blows were aimed in his direction. The ginger one was telepathic- being able to figure out exactly what was going through anyone’s mind- and always wore the same sadistic smile. The young one was telekinetic- manipulating everything from his weapons to his body- and relatively silent. And the fourth was… he was… absolutely insane and didn’t care how much he was injured; nothing at all stopped him. All four were talented fighters, besides, but matched against four better fighters.

Remus and the Doctor had managed to arrive pretty much smack-dab right in the middle of the battle. They were in a large, abandoned warehouse. It didn’t take long for Remus to figure out which side to stand with, especially when they noticed the holding pen of girls bound and gagged.

Besides, this was an excellent way to get his mind off Giles. He didn’t want to forget; on the contrary, he wanted to remember that morning forever if he could. But his thoughts kept straying to the people he had been forced to part with and the way things could have gone. He missed his old friends desperately. Twenty-four felt too young to him to have so many regrets. He would have liked to have woken up to the same man every morning- someone to have breakfast with, someone to share his heart with- and he would have liked to have pursued his dreams of professionally hunting dark creatures. Right now, getting in the middle of a battle between good and evil seemed like a pretty good substitute, frankly.

Without knowing the situation, or really anything about where or when they were, Remus had to be careful about what curses he used. The last thing he needed was a foreign Ministry of Magic descending upon him and questioning him. Remus dodged blows as best he could. The men fought with swords and arrows, knives and ropes, tricks and moves, swiftness and precision. They dashed around, fighting up close, then moving back, dodging what they could, trying to move in for the kill.

The Doctor seemed somewhat immune to the villains’ powers, but didn’t exactly have the sort of weapons on hand which were required for the battle. In the end, he managed to circumvent the fighters to start releasing the hostages.

Just as the four villains seemed to be giving up, they instead moved in for a final strike. Thinking fast, Remus sent a curse at the ginger one, knocking him to the ground, but not before the tall one got too close with a sword. Remus felt nothing at first except for the flap of loose fabric on his sleeve, like a draft. Then his arm felt heavy and began to sting sharply. He didn’t have time to mutter a spell to stop the bleeding as he sent a stunning spell into the fray. He moved automatically, without thinking, as though the war against Voldemort had just been yesterday. For all he knew, they might have traveled back in time and the war could have been yesterday.

The Doctor pulled a reluctant Remus back from the battle, just as the attackers fled. With the villains gone and hostages freed, Remus and the Doctor became the center of attention. “Aya and I will take care of the women while you take care of those two,” the tall, blond man said, reeling in the cord he’d used as a weapon. He was quite the looker and Remus tried to make eye contact with him, but the man barely noticed him.

However, the one who went with the blond man lingered for a moment before leaving, nearly unable to take his eyes off Remus.

Remus flushed then collapsed onto the pavement. The Doctor knelt beside him, as did another of the fighters- the youngest one. “Hi there. I’m Omi. And I’m going to destroy your shirt now. Sorry.” He ripped off the bottom part of Remus’ torn sleeve and pressed it to the wound. “It’s not deep. I don’t think we should do a tourniquet. But we’d better get you fixed up.”

“Can you walk?” asked the remaining fighter. He was not quite as young- he was at least of legal age- and he was very attractive. “I’m Ken by the way.”

“I’m the Doctor, and this is Remus.” The Doctor offered his arm to Remus, who took it gratefully and got to his feet.

Remus let them lead him away from the warehouse. He looked around a little, as he leaned against the Doctor for support. The shops looked strange, bright, colorful, foreign. It was dark outside, but everything was lit and flashy. And everyone they passed on the streets looked Asian. “Where are we?”

“Tokyo, I expect.”

Blue shorts and jeans with an orange sweatshirt tied around his waist. From behind, Remus watched Omi and Ken walk, and he wondered how it was humanly possibly to simultaneously feel both randy and woozy. “How is it that I can understand what everyone’s saying? I can even read the signs. I don’t know Japanese.”

“The TARDIS is translating for us.”

“Fascinating!” He turned to the Doctor and winked. Instead of the concerned expression he’d been wearing, the Doctor now burst into a smile. He tightened his grip around Remus’ waist like a hug.

After such an intense fight, Remus hadn’t been expecting to be taken back to a place called ‘The House of Kittens’. It turned out to be a flower shop. Remus’ nose twitched at the overpowering floral scent and he hoped his allergies wouldn’t act up. Luckily, however, they passed right through the shop to the back, and through another door into a house. The Doctor got as far as the kitchen, then insisted upon fixing them all snacks and drinks.

Their bathroom was well-stocked and Ken sat Remus down on the couch in the living room. “I’ve seen this done but I’ve never actually done this before,” he admitted. He set out a needle and thread alongside gauze and bandages.

“Better let me do it, then.” The blond one was back, along with the redhead, who was staring and silent again. “You can go help Bombay with a report to Persia.”

Ken nodded and got up, making room on the couch. “This is Yohji, by the way,” Ken said, gesturing to the blond one. “And that’s Aya.” He pointed to the silent man with the blazing red hair.

“Geez, Ken, you gave them our real names?”

“They risked their lives for us, Yohji. We probably would have been dead without their help.”

“You maybe. Your fighting was shit tonight, Siberian.”

Ken muttered something that Remus didn’t catch as he left the room, but he was certain it probably wasn’t too complimentary.

Remus sat and closed his eyes as Yohji sewed up the gash in his arm. Omi had been right; it wasn’t very deep. But it would heal faster this way and Remus was glad not to lose any more blood. His sleeve was already soaked and his shirt would have to be trashed. Remus bit his lip at the little pricks of the needle, not wanting to pass out from the pain.

He felt a hand grip his and opened his eyes to see Aya squatting beside the couch now. Aya still didn’t say a word but he held Remus’ hand, squeezing, and Remus squeezed back until it was all over. Once the wound was wrapped up, Yohji collected the supplies and took them back to the bathroom, leaving Remus alone with Aya. “Thanks,” Remus said. He owed them all a thank you for their kindness, but his sentiment towards Aya was special… because Aya was special. And Aya was… leaning closer.

Remus remembered what Giles had read him, about how straight men naturally wouldn’t be drawn to him but the willing, gay ones would. Remus faked a yawn. “Oh, sorry. S’been a long day.”

“You can sleep here.” They were the first words Remus had heard out of Aya’s mouth, and what wonderful words they were, too. “The Doctor can take the couch and you can have my bed.”

“And where shall you sleep?” asked Remus a bit playfully.

“Beside you,” said Aya, softly, holding Remus’ gaze. “Or beneath you… or with you inside me.”

Remus was well aware that the Doctor would have drinks ready by now, but didn’t even mention that as Aya took him upstairs. The strong, silent man had a rather simple bedroom, with just a dresser and a bed. There were no pictures, no mementos, nothing that distinguished it from a room that had never been lived in. The sheets were a rich, forest green, though, and attracted Remus’ attention.

Remus sat down on the bed and took off what remained of his clothing, careful to work around his bandage. “Sorry,” he muttered, as he sat on the bed, feeling self-conscious again as the man stared at him and his scars. “I’ll understand if you don’t want-”

“Baka,” he whispered back, and went to Remus. His pale hand slid against Remus’ side. The man wore a bright orange turtleneck and black jeans. The orange clashed wildly with his red hair but he didn’t seem to care. When he took off his shirt, it revealed a few scars, as well nipple rings. “I don’t usually…” he began, trailing off as words seemed unnecessary. You wouldn’t think he was the type to have something like this or ever do something like this. Yet, it made some sense. His eyes burned with desire and Remus could not fail to notice. “But I’d very much like to…” He leaned in close. His scent was intoxicating. Remus closed the distance that remained between them in an instant and kissed the man.

The man kissed back with equal amounts of enthusiasm, breathing warmly out of his nose against Remus’ already-tingling skin. The kiss seemed to last for ages. First there was tongue and then there wasn’t and then it was back again. It was deliberate, precise, and damn hot, if Remus were any judge. In fact, he was disappointed when the kiss finally broke.

To make up for his disappointment, Remus started kissing the rest of Aya. He trailed his kisses down the slender frame- long neck, striking collarbone, strong chest- stopping at a nipple with the tiny silver hoop in it. The man already had one earring- a gorgeous silver bar- but he had taken it off before he’d taken his shirt off, so Remus suspected it had a more personal meaning than these piercings. As his tongue lapped happily against the bud of a nipple and the warm metal, the man’s breaths came in tiny, excited gasps. Remus kneaded the man’s cock teasingly through his jeans while Remus licked and tugged at one nipple, then moved to the other. He alternated without warning, making the man squirm. And Remus had a strong sense that this was not a man who typically squirmed at anything.

When Remus’ tongue made it as far as the man’s naval, Aya pulled away. He rolled off the bed and returned with a small chest that had been beneath his bed. He paused, studying Remus pensively, then he handed it over. Remus took it politely and opened it up. The man wanted to play. Inside the chest was a small wand with several feathers at the end, a set of chains, and a hideous-looking pink dildo. “Which?” Remus asked.

“All of them,” Aya answered quietly.

“It’s always the quiet ones,” Remus chuckled. But as Aya unzipped his pants and slipped off his shorts, Remus began to salivate. “Ohhh… always the quiet ones indeed.” After all, Remus had been a quiet one, once upon a time, and now look at him. “Is four piercings where you stopped then?”

Aya smiled and nodded. “I find that four’s a good number.”

The chains formed the shape of a ‘Y’. The two small ends were clipped onto Aya’s nipple rings, providing just a little bit of tugging. The longer one ended with a black cock ring. But when Remus went to help Aya’s cock into it, Aya shook his head. Aya put it on a grinning Remus instead.

Then Remus had Aya down on the bed, legs spread wide so Remus could sit in-between, and provide proper torture. While Remus was unable to come, the man had to rely on his own powers of control to resist Remus.

Remus waved the feathers about the silver piercing with its smooth bead endings. Aya went mad with pleasure. His hands pounded the sheets and his cock twitched excitedly, long and thin, just like him. It was so sensitive, with the piercing in place, and Remus wished he knew how good the feather must feel. He pulled his foreskin back and tried it on his own, which felt fantastic. If he hadn’t had the cock ring on, he might have let himself come into the soft, tingle-inducing feathers. As it was, the softness fluttering and teasing made him want to forget this play. But, instead, he turned the feathers back on Aya, teasing, tickling, moving to Aya’s balls and then back again to the sensitive tip of the pierced cock.

The dildo turned out to be a Hello Kitty vibrator. Remus only barely recognized the iconic cartoon character, and thought it both incredibly inappropriate and entirely sexy at the same time. He wasted no time at all in switching it on low and inserting it into the man’s arse. The vibrations made Aya gasp and pound again at the bed. “Oh…” he cried out, a bit too loud. Remus quieted him with another long kiss. But among the snogging and the feather tickling and the vibrating dildo, it was almost too much for the man.

Aya lay there, wriggling about, squeezing his cock to keep his hand from stroking it, totally aroused and completely under Remus’ control. Excited, Remus’ cock twitched and Aya cried out again as the movement jostled the chains and tugged on Aya’s nipples.

That was the final straw, really. Remus got onto all fours on the bed, and the man climbed on top of him. He entered carefully, but once he was in, Remus was so thrilled he couldn’t feel envious about not feeling those feathers the same way. The sensation of the piercing coupled with the man’s lengthy thrusts was incredible. After the few first seconds, Remus was ready to burst with orgasm. But the cock ring worked its magic on him, keeping that back. Instead of moaning with pleasure, he spoke a magical word and it turned the vibrator up to high.

Aya’s moan would have done it again to Remus. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard from a human and he could- could really tell- that the man was delighted. Because of Remus. Not because of some stupid werewolf pheromones or some dark magic, but because the sex was good. So very, very good. He came powerfully into Remus, the piercing bobbing around inside. Remus gasped and felt his cock throb with desperation.

When Aya was finished and neither man was impaled any longer, Remus turned to Aya, grabbing for him. “Please,” he begged. “Let me come.” Aya smiled. A smile looked strangely out of place on his face but nonetheless pleasant. “Please… I have to come.” He could take the cock ring off himself, but where was the fun in that? Besides, “I want you to kiss me when I come.”

Aya started to slid down to get his mouth around Remus’ cock, but Remus held him in place. “No,” he said. “A kiss like the one before.”

As they kissed, the man unfastened and slid the ring off. Remus took a sharp breath and came unrestrainedly. Streams of come drenched Aya’s pale chest. And even after Remus finished, the kiss didn’t stop for several minutes.

Remus pulled back finally, needing a cool breath of air.

Aya unclipped himself and lay back upon the bed. “That’s one,” he said.

“Three to go?” Remus asked, still rather out of breath.

Aya closed his eyes and smiled again.


Fandom visited: Weiß Kreuz (Knight Hunters)