LMoM 2: Curiosity Killed the Werewolf Title: Curiosity Killed the Werewolf Author:thescarletwoman Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Peter Kink(s): voyeurism, masturbation, oral sex Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 1000 Summary: Remus has never seen the 'gift' work... until now. Notes: Day 2 of pervy_werewolf's LMoM! And to Rose for the uber-speedy beta. :*
It isn't until Remus' seventh year that he truly understands how to use the Acid Queen's 'gift' to his advantage. Sure, he knows what sex is (who doesn't?) and of course, he's had sex since that afternoon his father paid for the whore to take his virginity. However, he never truly understood what she meant by easing transformations through pleasures of the flesh.
Any of the times he has had sex -- it never did anything to help him. Frankly, having Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail around has helped his transformations more than fucking. Sex is fun (no doubt about that!), but having his best mates around in animal form helps even more. Remus begins to assume that the Acid Queen had only wanted to fuck a child and Remus had been nothing more than a hapless victim.
That is, of course, until he makes a grand discovery: it's the proximity to the moon that makes all the difference in the world. Sirius and James are down in the common room, planning some new prank or idea they believed will be truly brilliant (but will end up with them both sitting in detention for the rest of the week) and Peter has excused himself upstairs to do some reading.
Sirius, James and Remus all exchange a glance and snigger behind their hands. 'Reading' has become their code for 'wanking'. Soon, Remus' curiosity begins to get the better of him. Remus' sexual partners have all been females up until this point and he cannot ignore the way his cock twitches in anticipation. Sirius and James have their heads together and they don't notice when Remus slips upstairs, unnoticed.
There is an unwritten rule somewhere amongst the Marauder Code that when a Marauder goes upstairs to wank, everyone else leaves him be. Remus, however, shatters that silent promise the moment his hand turns the doorknob. He peers through the crack, careful not to open the door too wide and alert Peter to his presence. He's aware this is dirty and wrong and he should close the door and sneak back downstairs before Sirius or James notices his rather conspicuous absence.
And yet he cannot turn away.
He watches Peter touch himself, noticing the differences in how both he and his best mate wanks. Peter's hand ghosts along his inner thighs, then up to his cock, stroking slowly. His hand never dips to tug and pull at his balls, but instead concentrates solely on his member. Remus swallows hard, feeling his own arousal uncoiling, hot and fast. For a man who has solely fucked women, it's disconcerting to have this quick of a reaction to another man's penis.
Then again, stranger things have happened. James, Sirius and Peter all became friends with a werewolf.
A hand slides down his abdomen, cupping himself through his trousers. The friction of cloth against his prick goes a long way towards soothing his arousal. Remus, however, cannot play the part of the voyeur, not when his elbow hits the door, sending it flying to hit the stone wall, revealing Remus. Peter squeaks, looking for something to toss over his lap.
"Remus!? What the hell?"
Hand cupped around his groin, Remus is caught. The two look at each other for a long moment before Remus decides to make the first move. Not really knowing why his feet carry him across the room, he moves onto Peter's bed, kneeling beside him. Peter's eyes are wide, glancing back and forth between his own exposed cock and the prominent bulge in Remus' trousers. In the same moment Remus bends over to kiss Peter, Peter's hand slowly slides up Remus' inner thigh, moving towards the catch of his trousers. Remus fumbles for his wand, flicking it in the direction of the door, slamming it shut. By the time the door has been closed, Peter has unclasped Remus' trousers, freeing his cock.
One hand rests on Remus' hip, gently urging Remus to move astride him. The fact that his trousers are bunched around his thighs makes the movement harder than it should have been. He's no sooner in position than Peter's hands cup his arse, head bobbing forward. Remus sucks in a breath the moment the head of his cock comes in contact with the warm, wet heat of Peter's mouth. He watches, enthralled, as his cock slips between Peter's lips in a steady in-out-in-out movement. All this time, they had a poufter living with them and they never knew it.
Then again, Remus is enjoying being sucked off by one of his best mates. What does that say about him?
Remus' hands run along Peter's shoulders to his hair, threading through the tawny strands. Remus is vaguely aware of a hand leaving his arse and he realises Peter is touching himself when he feels the breathy moans around his cock. Remus leans forward ever so slightly, feeling his balls tighten. He comes with a strangled moan, barely able to warn Peter that he's close. Peter doesn't pull back, however, and Remus has the strange sensation of being cleaned up with a tongue. Most of the women he's been with have had a strange aversion to swallowing. What's so different with men?
Now that it's over, Remus suddenly feels embarrassed having his cock peeking out of his trousers. He carefully stuffs himself back into his pants, zipping up his trousers and moving off the bed. By this point, Peter has cleaned himself up and they exchange a glance. No words are exchanged but the meaning is clear: this is one of those things they will keep to themselves and never discuss with the others. Remus slips out of the room and rejoins Sirius and James in the common room.
"Oi, mate! Where'd you go?" Sirius asks, wrinkling his nose.
"To the loo," Remus lies.
Peter rejoins them a few moments later and the four sit with their heads together, planning. Tomorrow is the full moon after all and for the first time in years, Remus has never felt more relaxed.