|phoenixfest (phoenixfest) wrote in phoenix_flies,|
@ 2007-10-30 14:53:00
|Entry tags:||fic: nc-17, fic: snapesgirl_62, hp/rl, prompt 30|
Fest Fic: Bad Touch
Title: Bad Touch
Prompt: #30. Harry dreams of doing it doggy-style. Remus helps him find out how good it can be...
Word Count: 2,200
Warnings (if any): rimming, fellatio, animals having sex, m/m intercourse
Author's Notes: for elfflame who on her birthday said there was not enough Remarry. I hope you and rakina enjoy your present. The fic title is from a Bloodhound Gang song. The song was stuck in my head the entire time I was working on this ficlet.
Betas: beautyfulevil, _ky_, and lolafalola on Cipher-wotr
Disclaimer:All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Remus Lupin leaned back in his chair and looked in disbelief at his young friend. He raised a trembling hand to shove his shoulder length greying hair behind an ear.
“Could you say that again, Harry? I must have misheard you.”
Harry leaned forward. Keeping his voice low, he repeated himself. “I said I have a fantasy of doing it doggie-style with you.”
Remus looked about where they were seated. No one in the open air café was paying attention to them. He frowned in puzzlement.
“I certainly hope you do not mean that I shag you here and now. This is a rather public venue for such things. I know the locals are forgiving of what tourists do. However, I highly doubt we would not be hauled off by the local constabulary.”
Harry sat back while gazing at his friend and hopefully soon to be lover.
“Honestly, Remus, all I want is to take our relationship to the next level.”
“Correct me if I am wrong. Weren’t you the one who up until recently could not decide if he was or was not attracted to men?” Remus kept his voice low so that other diners could not hear him.
“I am over the confusion, no thanks to Draco ‘gender confused’ Malfoy. Remus, think about it.” Harry moved closer while lowering his voice. “You and me in the moonlight, with soft grass beneath our feet.”
Remus half closed his eyes. He could easily imagine Harry spread out invitingly on a blanket.
“I put my paws on either side of you and slip in beneath your thick, bushy tail…” Harry’s words shattered Remus’ mental image, bringing him crashing back to the side walk café in Wizarding Indianapolis.
“Harry James Potter!” Remus’ exclamation made several people turn to look at the couple. Fortunately, this location was far enough removed from England that few if any of the local wizards and witches reacted to the famous name.
“Shh, Remus, please don’t make a scene.”
“Harry, I think we spent far too much time at that Muggle museum north of town. I am going to return to our hotel room. I suggest you also get out of the sun. Neither one of us is accustomed to this wretched humidity.” Remus signaled for their waiter quickly paid for the meal, and rose to leave. He glanced down at Harry before walking away from the table.
Harry dejectedly watched Remus leave. He had such high hopes for this trip to allow them to become closer. Being so far from home meant not being in the Daily Prophet every time he sneezed, and Harry found the experience to be liberating. He wanted to have an even more liberating experience.
Maybe Remus does not want to be topped by a feline. Harry thought while wandering back to the hotel. He stopped in at the tobacco shop on Monument Circle then went next door to purchase some chocolates. I hope I can court him with candy and cigarettes.
Harry rode the glass lift up to their floor. He had liked watching the people in the atrium the first time he rode up; now, he ignored the view. He exited once the doors opened and walked to the suite he was sharing with Remus. Harry used a touch of magic to unlock the door.
“Sorry about my outburst and leaving you at the café. I forgot I had the room key.” Remus’ voice drifted out of the dim bedroom.
Harry toed off his shoes before moving to join Remus. He perched on the edge of the bed.
“At least there were no Muggles in the hall when I charmed the door open.” He touched the older wizard’s hand. “Do you mind being away from the Wizarding world?”
“Not really, I am finding it relaxing to not have to dodge reporters. We owe Hermione a large debt for taking care of our travel arrangements.” Remus curled his fingers around Harry’s. “It has been confusing at times. Things are so very different from home.”
“I bought some cigarettes for you. I also bought a bit of fudge. The shop clerk said it was the best they had. Chocolate mint swirled together in a thick square.”
“Are you trying to entice me?”
“Possibly.” Harry eased down to snuggle next to Remus. He brushed a kiss across the stubble covered cheek. “Mmm, I like the way your whiskers feel.”
“Harry, you really cannot have meant what you said back there at the café.” Remus stroked his companion’s back.
“If you take the Wolfbane Potion, you are harmless. I have had fantasies about mating with you for a long time now. They are partly why I realized that I am attracted to men along with women.”
“The way I kept getting painful erections when I saw the photos in Ginny’s copies of Playwitch magazine was another clue.” Harry was grateful that Remus couldn’t see his blush.
Remus inhaled then chuckled. He could smell Harry’s embarrassment and found it to be charming. Cupping the back of Harry’s head, he pulled him closer for a kiss.
“I do appreciate the courage it took for you to share that particular fantasy with me. Not everyone would be comfortable admitting to wanting to perform an act of bestiality.”
“Remus, I am a registered Animagus. Is it really bestiality if an Animagus were to mate with a werewolf while they were both in their animal form?”
Remus chuckled. “When you put it that way, it does sound like it would not be such a thing. What is your form? I cannot recall if you ever told me.”
“Erm, it is sort of feline…” Harry hedged.
“Harry,” Remus sighed, “I would hurt you terribly if I were to mount you in the form of a house cat.”
“I am not a house cat.” Harry’s blush was much brighter. “Closer to a polecat actually.”
Remus burst out laughing. He released Harry so that he could curl up in a ball while he laughed.
“I know they are stretchy, but I doubt a ferret could…”
“Wolverines are part of the same family.” Harry’s voice trembled as he blurted out this fact.
Remus stopped laughing. “Wolverines and both kinds of wolf do not get along well. We would have to be extremely careful. I do not want to harm you.”
“Remus, I’ve thought it all out. Part of the reason we came to here is because of the large areas with herds of deer. They have a large doglike predator called a coyote that are found where there are deer. By the way, you did make arrangements to purchase the Wolfbane Potion in the Village?”
“Yes, I am to visit someone that comes highly recommended.” Remus sat up. “You really have planned everything.”
“Actually, I asked Hermione to help me make plans so that Moony could have a good safe run during the full moon. She suggested we visit a bed and breakfast in some place an hour south of here called Nashville. It is near a state owned nature preserve. I discovered today that there is a different nature preserve on the White River next to the art museum. There is another larger preserve to the north east of town.” Harry moved closer. He lightly touched Remus’ arm. “I really want to make love with you in our animal forms,” he huskily whispered.
“I think we need to try this out as humans first.” Remus moved closer, softly kissing Harry. His fingers explored the buttons on Harry’s jeans. “Sit up a moment?”
“Sure.” Harry eagerly sat up and watched Remus kneel in front of him. He shivered a bit when his t-shirt was eased off.
Remus traced the light dusting of hair that covered part of Harry’s chest. His fingers traced circles around the young man’s nipples, making them stand erect. He smiled uncertainly.
“I am not a pretty sight,” Remus murmured.
“I do not mind a few scars, Remus. Let me help you?” Harry smiled when Remus nodded his head. He slowly unbuttoned his soon to be lover’s shirt, easing it off slim shoulders. Harry dipped his head to lick then kiss the scars on the left shoulder and along Remus’ collar bone. Harry ran his fingers through the curls on the older man’s chest, following the line of hair down to his partially hidden navel.
Remus involuntarily sucked in his stomach at Harry’s touch. He watched in fascination while Harry unfastened his trousers then eased them down. Remus licked his lips. His erection was partially visible over his briefs. Harry traced a finger across the glistening tip.
“Want to taste you,” Harry whispered.
“Please.” Remus eased his pants down to his knees. He gasped in pleasure when Harry licked him. He watched Harry flick his tongue around his glans then stab it into his slit. He sighed, his fingers stroking Harry’s head when the younger man’s mouth surrounded him. Remus watched the smooth line of Harry’s back while he was engulfed in wet warmth. He felt fingers trying to slip between his legs and moaned.
“Need to take the clothes off.” Harry eased up from his ministrations. He pushed Remus on the shoulder, urging him to lie down. He tugged off the trousers and pants in one smooth pull then removed the rest of his own clothing before lying down next to his partner. He leaned over and went back to alternately sucking and licking on Remus’ cock.
“Tha’s good,” Remus slurred. He groaned when he felt Harry kneeling between his wide spread legs. It had been far too long since anyone sucked him off. Remus felt like he was going to either melt from relaxation or explode from excitement.
Harry eased a finger under Remus’ heavy sac to stroke the sensitive flesh right behind his stones. He buried his nose in the coarse curls, inhaling Remus’ scent. Harry moved slightly, bringing his partner’s legs over his shoulders before switching from giving fellatio to licking along the musky flesh between Remus’ cheeks.
Remus yipped in surprise. He shifted his weight, supporting it on his arms while rising his buttocks up higher for Harry’s questing tongue. Harry nipped him on an inner thigh.
“Doggie style, remember?”
Remus allowed Harry to help him roll over. He was soon on his forearms and knees with his legs spread in open invitation. Harry kissed one buttock then nibbled on the other before spreading Remus’ cheeks. He swirled his tongue around the puckered flesh. Furling his tongue, he drove it in. Remus made an incoherent sound in appreciation.
Harry alternately slurped and sucked, feasting upon his partner. He was mildly surprised to suddenly find himself under Remus.
“How’d you…why?” Harry blinked in confusion up at Remus.
“The wolf is not so gentle. If you want doggie style, let me show you how it is done.” Remus’ expression was slightly feral. He shifted his weight, rubbing against Harry’s erection.
“Erm…” was Harry’s intelligent reply. He rolled over onto his hands and knees at Remus’ urging. He yelped when he felt teeth grip the scruff of his neck. He spread his legs further apart then wriggled at the sensation of magic and moist warmth in his anus.
Remus hoped he had cast the silent spells correctly. If not, he would soon know that his partner was not lubricated and stretched properly for penetration. He thrust forward as if his wolf was in control, slowing the thrust when Harry grunted in pain. Remus paused, enjoying being surrounded by Harry’s tight heat.
“All right there, Harry?”
Harry briefly snorted with laughter at the question. His laughter changed to a moan of appreciation when Remus rocked forward and back. Strong fingers dug into Harry’s hips, holding him in place. He gasped when he felt Remus biting his neck for a second time.
“Going to ride you hard and fast just like a dog.”
Harry made a strangled noise in his throat.
Conversation ceased as Remus began to fulfill his vow. He set an almost brutal pace, alternating hard short stabs with long quick thrusts. Harry made an assortment of noises with each stroke. Remus reached around, griping Harry’s cock caressing, pulling and lightly pinching it on the upstrokes.
Harry began to wildly rock his hips, seeking more friction on his aching erection. He felt his balls drawing up and then he saw stars when Remus’ prick rubbed over his prostate. Harry’s cry of release was drowned out by Remus’ near howl of satisfaction.
Remus felt Harry’s muscles clenching, milking him of his ejaculate. He froze in place, holding onto Harry’s hips with both hands. Closing his eyes, he imagined what it would feel like to be tied to Harry and shuddered at this thought. His flaccid prick slid out of Harry’s warmth. He slowly eased off the younger man then nibbled on his flanks.
“Ghuh,” Harry collapsed face down on the bed. He smiled when he felt Remus partially lie on him. “That was better than my fantasy,” Harry drowsily murmured.
“I cannot wait until the day after tomorrow. Where will I be shagging you during the full moon?”
“Anywhere you want.”
Harry’s vow made Remus smile in masculine satisfaction.
Further A/N: The boys are visiting Wizarding Indianapolis, which is in Indiana. The place called Nashville does exist, it is about an hour and a half south of the capital city and has several art studios, scenic views and other visitor attractions. Nashville is also near Brown County State Park, Morgan-Monroe State Park, Yellowwood State Park, and the Hoosier National Forest. Hermione trying to send the boys south is for a good reason.
The IMA (Indy Museum of Art) is off 38th Street and Michigan road, right next to the White River. There are several acres of park surrounding the museum and among the wild life living on the museum grounds are: coyote, white tailed deer, red fox, otter, and muskrat.