mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in scarletdreams, @ 2008-01-16 01:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2005, peter pettigrew, peter/remus, rated: nc-17, remus lupin |
[FIC] Remus/Peter -- Left Behind (NC-17)
Title: Left Behind
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Peter, implied Remus/Sirius/James
Kink(s): Nothing for once... fairly sweet.
Challenge: Lusty Month of May Marathon, day four
Words: 1685
Notes: Repost of the LMoMM fic - day Four
Originally Posted: May 2005
Peter knew he was the tag-along of their little foursome. If anyone had asked him when their group formed nearly six years ago, Peter would have said they would have been best mates forever; all of them on equal footing. He never would have imagined that at some point it would have become RemusANDSiriusANDJames (in some strange capacity that he couldn't quite wrap his brain around) and then... himself.
And they wondered why he grew quiet in his seventh year.
He knew he separated from the rest of them and he didn't mean to... it was just... that he didn't like being excluded. He could hear the soft moans and rustling of clothes and bedclothes beyond the hangings of James's bed and knew there was something going on that they were excluding him from.
Why couldn't they include him? What had he done that would warrant this sleight?
Lately he had been hanging with the Slytherins Sirius had always talked down about: Bellatrix and Regulus namely. They had welcomed him into their circle of friends and showed him what true friendship was. Of course, everything came with a price and Peter was still debating if the price was worth it.
If only the others would just pay attention to him like the Slytherins did. Then he could stay here and not have to worry about serving some Dark Lord.
"Peter?"
Turning towards the sound of the voice, Peter looked towards the doorway to see Remus standing there; rucksack tossed over his shoulder. Peter swallowed hard, wondering what he wanted as it wasn't often one of the others spoke to him without wanting something anymore. If they spoke to him it was to tell him 'to move off the sofa so he and Remus could snog' or 'to pass the potatoes'.
"What do you want?" Peter asked, turning back to his book.
Remus took an instinctive step back, his back now flush against the door he had just closed.
"To talk," Remus replied. "Sirius and James are downstairs and this was my idea," he added quickly. "So I don't want you to think they put me up to this."
"Never would have thought that in a million years," Peter lied easily, closing his book and turning to face Remus. "What's on your mind?"
Remus walked into the room, sensing that the first crisis had been averted. He motioned towards the bed with his head and when Peter didn't protest, Remus took a seat on the corner of the bed.
"You... haven't been..." Remus paused, pursing his lips. He had worked out this whole speech not but five minutes ago and yet when he actually went to talk, the words wouldn't come to him. Remus sighed and just decided to throw the speech out the proverbial window and to just talk and see where it took them. "What in Godric's name has been going on with you lately?"
Peter shifted uncomfortably on the bed. "Don't know what you're talking about."
"Come off it Peter," Remus replied. "You know damn well what I mean. You've been skulking about here like someone's killed your puppy." Remus paused briefly, thinking of puppy and knowing they both related it to Sirius. "Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best analogy, but you know what I mean."
With a sigh, Peter looked up at Remus. "You guys don't like me any more."
"Don't be ridiculo--"
"If you liked me," Peter said, interrupting Remus, "you'd kiss me like you kissed Sirius or James."
Remus froze. Of any response Peter could have given, that was the one he did not expect. Licking his lips, Remus knew he was only inches away from Peter and it wouldn't take much to close the distance between them. The longer he hesitated, the more it would hurt Peter in the end.
The barest touch of lips was the first kiss exchanged between Remus and Peter. Even through that first chaste kiss, Remus could feel the tension in the other boy's body leave in that single instant. Glancing at the door, Remus knew he had enough time to make Peter see that they didn't hate him; that he was still loved by the others.
Remus lightly ran a hand down Peter's face, catching the pudgy boy by surprise. A kiss had been all Peter was expecting and frankly didn't think he'd even get that.
"I--" Peter stammered.
"We do still love you," Remus whispered, slowly unbuttoning Peter's shirt. "They just didn't think you'd want to..."
He left the statement hanging there as he finally parted Peter's shirt, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his chest. Peter's chest was different than James or Sirius's; there was a different texture to it. Whereas James and Sirius were hard and all muscle, Peter was softer and tasted different to his tongue. He rolled one of Peter's dark nipples in his mouth and began to hear soft whimpers come from Peter's mouth.
"I... I do..." Peter replied, his voice cracking either from want or fear, Remus wasn't quite sure.
Remus's long fingers quickly undid Peter's trousers, lifting the boy's hips off the bed to pull the trousers and shorts off. He couldn't keep the slight smile from his face when watching Peter blush; the only one of the two of them completely nude. Remus remembered being much the same but after a few times of being divested of his clothing and feasted on by two very eager mouths, one learned not to be so modest.
"Shh..." Remus said, hushing Peter's almost whimpering peals as he began to stroke his cock. "I've got you and you're alright."
He fisted his cock on the gentle side, not wanting to scare the other boy; his eyes were too wide and he simply looked too scared at this revelation. With the way his chest was rising up and down, faster-faster-faster, Remus began to worry the boy might die of a heart attack.
Remus left him just before he came, kissing the downy hair of Peter's stomach. At least there was another boy in the Tower who had a bit of hair on his chest, Remus thought with half a smile.
"Roll over," Remus instructed, moving off the bed to get the jar of oil that currently resided in James's bedside drawer.
Peter's eyes widened. "W-why...?"
Remus stripped completely nude and walked back over to the bed before he answered. "Because I thought you wanted to know that we... er... I still loved you," Remus replied, unsure if he should really be speaking for their little threesome. "This is what we do."
Peter looked up at Remus with impossibly wide eyes, wondering how his voice could take on an almost instructional tone when talking about the notion of sex. There was a millisecond when Peter thought about saying no and his mouth had opened to protest, but instead a completely different question came out of his mouth.
"Will it hurt?"
A smile slid across Remus's face. "Only if you're tense."
Climbing onto the bed, Peter rolled over onto his belly as Remus instructed. With his hands rather than words, Remus moved Peter into position on all fours, his arse bared to the air. Remus placed a light kiss at the base of Peter's spine and felt the boy shudder beneath him. If this wasn't Peter's first time, he would have shown him so much more, but as it was he was too afraid to scare the poor boy off. Better to take it slow and do things the 'normal' way rather than how he'd found Sirius loved to be opened up.
Remus slipped one oiled up finger into Peter and nearly stopped when he heard the soft mewling sound coming from Peter.
"You alright?"
"Feels... funny..."
Remus chuckled, slipping a second finger inside, slicking his cock up at the same time. "It'll feel funnier in a minute. Just relax and you'll be fine."
Peter nodded, trusting Remus. After all, this was Remus and Remus wouldn't hurt him. And oh GOD...
With a low moan, Peter's hands clenched in the bed sheets as Remus finally slipped inside him. He was more than thankful that Remus went slow; otherwise he wasn't sure he could have taken this. At last the pain stopped and all that was left was this feeling of completeness. And Remus was right. It felt good.
"I'm going to move now," Remus said, his voice still sounding much like an instructor. Peter wished his voice would drop a few octaves and sound low and husky like he could hear sometimes with James and Sirius. But now, he didn't care. Now... Remus had him.
Nodding was his best response and Remus began to build up a rhythm between them. He continued his slow pace for as long as he could, giving Peter the opportunity to learn what it felt like to be fucked by another man. A hand trailed down Peter's chest before coming to rest on his cock; hands and hips thrusting and stroking in a beautiful counterpoint that made Peter see stars behind his eyelids.
It wasn't long before Peter finally came, spilling hot on Remus's hand and his own belly. His body clenched around Remus and soon Remus followed him, a soft cry accompanying his own orgasm. The two boys fell onto the bed together and Remus slowly pulled out of Peter, pulling the boy into his arms.
"We love you Peter," he whispered, sleep beginning to overtake him. "Never doubt it."
***
Peter opened his eyes, expecting to have a warm body next to him in which to snuggle with. Instead, he opened his eyes to a dark room and a cold bed. Peter wrapped his arms around himself, the last trails of Remus's scent dying in the air.
They were right. They were all right.
Peter swung his legs around and quickly tied the robe around his waist.
The sooner he committed to them, the better.
He wasn't gaining anything by staying here with the Marauders.
And to go to them, they promised he would gain everything.
Merlin help him if he was wrong.