Fic: This Boy Remus/Regulus NC-17
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Title: This boy
Pairing: Remus/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1179
This boy
There are many shivering bodies in the club, tight bodies, bodies of flesh in black cloth. Remus watches as they move, carefully, with obvious intention to tease and to arouse. Bumping into each other, as they have bumped into Remus, with half ritual and half casualness. Remus doesn’t move.
There is no blood in his hands tonight and he doesn’t look for release from that here. But the pounding headache he has had all day finds expression in the music, it fits, and for once so does his body. The press of human flesh against him doesn’t calm down the pressure in his brain, but makes it manageable. Torture here is for pleasure, not for power and fear.
Remus keeps his eyes low, away from the sharp lights. His drink is hot and spicy, and his fingers shake less and less as he feels the warmth spreading inside him. The stiffness of his joints becomes something else, an alertness that makes him roll his shoulders, look around and prepare to move.
The boy is on the other side of the room, watching. He is smaller than his brother, the bones sharper in his cheeks and the eyes more sly. But he is looking at Remus in a way Sirius never has, with calculation and some contempt. And quite a lot of desire, although he hides it well.
This boy is a Death Eater, Remus knows. There might be darker deeds in his hands than in Remus’ own, even though he is younger, only nineteen. Pale hands and long fingers, like his brother’s. But these are hands Remus could touch, wind up around his own, or crush, if he likes..
Remus looks at him and smiles. It is a pleasant smile, but there is a quality to it that makes the primordial brain shriek danger, danger, here be predators. The boy, however, doesn’t blanch, or turn away. His answer is a tilt of his head and a challenge, as he starts walking towards the exit, towards the rooms reserved for private entertainment. There is grace in his movements, knowledge that heads will turn as he passes, mouths go dry. Much like Sirius, but here the arrogance isn’t tempered with charm and good will, or friendship.
Remus decides that he can have this.
: :
The boy is still smiling when Remus finds him, leaning against a blackened wall. Remus considers speaking, but decides against it. He doesn’t want to hear the boy’s voice.
He walks straight into the boy and bites the pouting lower lip, keeping his eyes open to see the reaction. There is fear and determination, a slight curve of the mouth indicating condescension, but as Remus’ mouth forces the boy’s lips open, there is also hunger. No surrender though, and when Remus grabs hold of the boy’s wrists he mewls in discontent into Remus’ mouth. But his hands are held tight to his sides, and his body starts to move as Remus grinds against him, teasing with rough twists and long licks of his mouth.
It would be foolish to assume safety here. The boy doesn’t seem to be paying attention to anything except him, but Remus sends a silent spell to guard the room anyway. And if there’s anybody watching, well, they will have something to watch.
Remus lets go of the boy’s wrists, but doesn’t move away, opens the small buttons of the shirt and watches as the boy bites his lip. He uses the shirt to tie up the boy’s hands behind his back, his movements swift as the boy watches him from behind lowered eyelids. There are red marks on the boy’s body, from teeth or cigarettes or something else, and Remus is reminded of Sirius coming home from a late party, his shirt falling off his shoulder, a mad grin on his face. But a hot breath is burning against his face, and there is visible tension swirling under the boy’s skin as Remus tugs a nipple into his mouth. But the boy doesn’t move, doesn’t make a noise. A different kind of challenge, then. Remus moves his hands to the boy’s trousers.
Now the boy is vulnerable as Sirius has never been, as Remus refuses to be. Half naked, tied up, under enemy hands that might do anything to him, and yet enjoying his powerlessness. The thought should be disconcerting to Remus, but instead there is something that makes his stomach flip if he thinks too long on it. He pulls down the boy’s trousers, falls on his knees and looks up.
Rough bites on the boy’s collarbone, his mouth swollen and slack, almost panting even though Remus isn’t touching him. The cock before his face is dark and glistening, and Remus swirls his tongue to taste the precome. The boy’s hips jerk, and there is a hiss between his lips that turns into a moan as Remus begins to move his mouth. His hands are sharp on the boy’s hipbones, leaving bruises and feeling the nerves twitch beneath his fingertips.
The boy’s thighs are trembling and his mouth is biting obscenities when Remus stands up and turns him to face the wall. He kicks the boy’s legs further apart and presses a wand to his hip. A silent spell that makes the boy moan and stretch against Remus, a hand opening his own trousers, and then he is pressing into the boy.
Remus is sweating and his teeth are grinding together and he is pushing into the boy, this boy with a dark tattoo and filthy words in his mouth, this boy that isn’t Sirius, this boy that he can break. The rhythm in his hips is uneven, and the boy keeps groaning with each push, his bound hands pressing into Remus’ chest. Remus trails a hand from the boy’s hip to grasp his cock just as Remus bites down on his neck, drawing blood and a muffled scream from the boy. When he shudders into the boy, Remus twists his hand and the boy comes hard and hot over his fingers.
Deep breaths and the slowing of his blood do not bring calm, but he pulls out and spells himself clean. Regulus turns around, his hands still pulled taut behind his back, his hair in his eyes.
“Am I as good as my brother?”
Remus looks at him, the display of nakedness and vulnerable limbs, the invitation to do violence in his red lips and his swollen nipples.
“No, you’re not.”
With that Remus walks away.
: :
The air is cold and there is sweat chilling in his back. Remus’ fingers are still stiff from pressing into human flesh, and he can taste saliva and semen on his lips.
The walk back to the flat that he shares with Sirius isn’t long. Remus opens the door to find his flatmate sitting on the sofa, a cup of tea in his hand and a Marauder’s grin on his face.
As Remus closes the door behind him, he decides that he’s going to do something about this boy.
spessartine! Hope you like it!Title: This boy
Pairing: Remus/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1179
This boy
There are many shivering bodies in the club, tight bodies, bodies of flesh in black cloth. Remus watches as they move, carefully, with obvious intention to tease and to arouse. Bumping into each other, as they have bumped into Remus, with half ritual and half casualness. Remus doesn’t move.
There is no blood in his hands tonight and he doesn’t look for release from that here. But the pounding headache he has had all day finds expression in the music, it fits, and for once so does his body. The press of human flesh against him doesn’t calm down the pressure in his brain, but makes it manageable. Torture here is for pleasure, not for power and fear.
Remus keeps his eyes low, away from the sharp lights. His drink is hot and spicy, and his fingers shake less and less as he feels the warmth spreading inside him. The stiffness of his joints becomes something else, an alertness that makes him roll his shoulders, look around and prepare to move.
The boy is on the other side of the room, watching. He is smaller than his brother, the bones sharper in his cheeks and the eyes more sly. But he is looking at Remus in a way Sirius never has, with calculation and some contempt. And quite a lot of desire, although he hides it well.
This boy is a Death Eater, Remus knows. There might be darker deeds in his hands than in Remus’ own, even though he is younger, only nineteen. Pale hands and long fingers, like his brother’s. But these are hands Remus could touch, wind up around his own, or crush, if he likes..
Remus looks at him and smiles. It is a pleasant smile, but there is a quality to it that makes the primordial brain shriek danger, danger, here be predators. The boy, however, doesn’t blanch, or turn away. His answer is a tilt of his head and a challenge, as he starts walking towards the exit, towards the rooms reserved for private entertainment. There is grace in his movements, knowledge that heads will turn as he passes, mouths go dry. Much like Sirius, but here the arrogance isn’t tempered with charm and good will, or friendship.
Remus decides that he can have this.
: :
The boy is still smiling when Remus finds him, leaning against a blackened wall. Remus considers speaking, but decides against it. He doesn’t want to hear the boy’s voice.
He walks straight into the boy and bites the pouting lower lip, keeping his eyes open to see the reaction. There is fear and determination, a slight curve of the mouth indicating condescension, but as Remus’ mouth forces the boy’s lips open, there is also hunger. No surrender though, and when Remus grabs hold of the boy’s wrists he mewls in discontent into Remus’ mouth. But his hands are held tight to his sides, and his body starts to move as Remus grinds against him, teasing with rough twists and long licks of his mouth.
It would be foolish to assume safety here. The boy doesn’t seem to be paying attention to anything except him, but Remus sends a silent spell to guard the room anyway. And if there’s anybody watching, well, they will have something to watch.
Remus lets go of the boy’s wrists, but doesn’t move away, opens the small buttons of the shirt and watches as the boy bites his lip. He uses the shirt to tie up the boy’s hands behind his back, his movements swift as the boy watches him from behind lowered eyelids. There are red marks on the boy’s body, from teeth or cigarettes or something else, and Remus is reminded of Sirius coming home from a late party, his shirt falling off his shoulder, a mad grin on his face. But a hot breath is burning against his face, and there is visible tension swirling under the boy’s skin as Remus tugs a nipple into his mouth. But the boy doesn’t move, doesn’t make a noise. A different kind of challenge, then. Remus moves his hands to the boy’s trousers.
Now the boy is vulnerable as Sirius has never been, as Remus refuses to be. Half naked, tied up, under enemy hands that might do anything to him, and yet enjoying his powerlessness. The thought should be disconcerting to Remus, but instead there is something that makes his stomach flip if he thinks too long on it. He pulls down the boy’s trousers, falls on his knees and looks up.
Rough bites on the boy’s collarbone, his mouth swollen and slack, almost panting even though Remus isn’t touching him. The cock before his face is dark and glistening, and Remus swirls his tongue to taste the precome. The boy’s hips jerk, and there is a hiss between his lips that turns into a moan as Remus begins to move his mouth. His hands are sharp on the boy’s hipbones, leaving bruises and feeling the nerves twitch beneath his fingertips.
The boy’s thighs are trembling and his mouth is biting obscenities when Remus stands up and turns him to face the wall. He kicks the boy’s legs further apart and presses a wand to his hip. A silent spell that makes the boy moan and stretch against Remus, a hand opening his own trousers, and then he is pressing into the boy.
Remus is sweating and his teeth are grinding together and he is pushing into the boy, this boy with a dark tattoo and filthy words in his mouth, this boy that isn’t Sirius, this boy that he can break. The rhythm in his hips is uneven, and the boy keeps groaning with each push, his bound hands pressing into Remus’ chest. Remus trails a hand from the boy’s hip to grasp his cock just as Remus bites down on his neck, drawing blood and a muffled scream from the boy. When he shudders into the boy, Remus twists his hand and the boy comes hard and hot over his fingers.
Deep breaths and the slowing of his blood do not bring calm, but he pulls out and spells himself clean. Regulus turns around, his hands still pulled taut behind his back, his hair in his eyes.
“Am I as good as my brother?”
Remus looks at him, the display of nakedness and vulnerable limbs, the invitation to do violence in his red lips and his swollen nipples.
“No, you’re not.”
With that Remus walks away.
: :
The air is cold and there is sweat chilling in his back. Remus’ fingers are still stiff from pressing into human flesh, and he can taste saliva and semen on his lips.
The walk back to the flat that he shares with Sirius isn’t long. Remus opens the door to find his flatmate sitting on the sofa, a cup of tea in his hand and a Marauder’s grin on his face.
As Remus closes the door behind him, he decides that he’s going to do something about this boy.
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CC & Oh, Porn.
Date: 2005-10-07 04:11 pm (UTC)It seems too cold for me to really feel it. But I still like it altogether.
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Date: 2005-10-08 03:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-07 06:42 pm (UTC)There are red marks on the boy’s body, from teeth or cigarettes or something else, and Remus is reminded of Sirius coming home from a late party, his shirt falling off his shoulder, a mad grin on his face.
Yum. This Remus I like! Thank you so much, love. Wonderful. :)
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Date: 2005-10-08 03:46 am (UTC)Heh. I am terribly perverted, you know. I thought everyone knew that. *g*
And thank you! I'm so glad you liked it.
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Date: 2005-10-08 08:01 am (UTC)Loved it. Also this last line is just great (as I forgot to say before). he decides that he’s going to do something about this boy. Nasty Remus, honestly.
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Date: 2005-10-07 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-08 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-08 02:41 am (UTC)Oh, Regulus. *adores*
And I always approve of Regulus being tied up. Honestly, the boy's just asking for it. And now you've got me onto that I have nothing sensible to say...
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Date: 2005-10-08 03:49 am (UTC)And thank you! I'm so glad you like it, being as you are the princess of perv and writing the sluttiest Regulus possible...
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Date: 2005-10-08 04:14 am (UTC)*is distracted*
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Date: 2005-10-08 07:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 11:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-08 10:43 pm (UTC)Regulus Black and Remus Lupin... two of my favortite characters, together!
I loved the ending. Very nice.
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Date: 2005-10-10 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-14 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 11:17 pm (UTC)And I have to say, I swear we were sharing a brain at some point... a couple bits in here have lovely echoes to the drabbles I wrote in the pub at TWH.
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Date: 2005-10-14 06:08 am (UTC)But thank you! And yes, he does deserve that, doesn't he? Naughty Regulus...
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:15 am (UTC)I love this line, because it automatically brings to the mind what Remus has decided he can't have.
“Am I as good as my brother?”
Remus looks at him, the display of nakedness and vulnerable limbs, the invitation to do violence in his red lips and his swollen nipples.
“No, you’re not.”
Delicious.
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Date: 2005-10-14 06:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-14 04:17 am (UTC)Remus looks at him, the display of nakedness and vulnerable limbs, the invitation to do violence in his red lips and his swollen nipples.
“No, you’re not.”
Yay! Much cheering for Remus! Even if he is being a bit mean to poor little Reggie. Very prettily done, my lovely. :)
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Date: 2005-10-14 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-05 12:24 pm (UTC)“No, you’re not.”
With that Remus walks away.
GAH. ♥
The ending was brilliant, that he's going home to Sirius after being with Reg. Lovely, lovely.