Fic: Moon to Moon (5/30)
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salixbabylonTitle: Moon to Moon
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
salixbabylon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Severus, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Charlie
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Word Count: 581 for this part, ~17,300 overall
Disclaimer: Characters and places in this story, which appear in the Harry Potter novels, belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros. and Scholastic. I don't make, or intend to make money out of them. They're just so much fun to play with!
Summary: Thirty days in the life of a randy werewolf.
Author's Note: Set in some nebulous AU where Sirius is alive, Harry and the rest of the kids are 16, and everyone is staying at Grimmauld Place in the summer of August 1996. Credits to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pervy_werewolf for firmly planting the structural idea in my brain. Props to sirkayem for betaing!
Previous Entries
Moon To Moon
August 18th, 1996: Day 5
My sense of smell has definitely increased. I haven't smelled this many pheromones since teaching at Hogwarts. Everyone in this bloody house reeks like they've either just finished wanking or fucking and it's driving me absolutely spare. I doubt that everyone's standards of personal hygiene have plummeted – therefore my olfactory senses must have increased dramatically.
And not just the teenagers, either. By Circe's Holy Tits, I never wanted to smell Molly Weasley's fanny on Arthur's hands but now I think I have. That's a bit much for even my vaguely bisexual wolfishness.
Even more surprising than that (although fortunately in a different way) is Severus. I didn't intend to sniff him out, but now that I have... I can't stop thinking about him. Again.
Despite how much he and James and Sirius all loathed each other, I never really disliked him. I doubt he realized it but it's true, and in fact I had a terrible crush on him in our fifth year. And why? Because of the way he smelled, like sex and exotic herbs. And those long, pale fingers...
Certainly I was furious with him a few years ago for getting me sacked from teaching and outing me to the entire world, thereby consigning me to a life of unemployment and poverty. Even now sometimes I want to knock him down and pummel him until he apologizes for it.
Yet I have always found Severus intriguing and even a bit attractive. When he cleans himself up, as he has lately, he actually looks rather fit. He's got a strong, sinewy body that makes me want to wrestle him to the floor and see which of us will come out on top, and when his hair is clean and free of potions residue, it's quite nice. He's mostly grown into the nose, as he has his hands and feet. Frankly the sight of those elegant, long fingers has always made me want to feel them on and in my arse...
That, however, is not the image foremost in my mind after smelling what I can only assume must be his own seminal fluid somewhere on his person after he emerged from, of all places, the pantry-cum-potions laboratory beside the kitchen. He must have been wanking while he was brewing something. Perhaps it was a necessary ingredient or maybe he was killing some time while his current potion simmered...
I can almost see it, him hovering near a bubbling cauldron, unbuttoning his robes and freeing his stiff cock. His hands hovering around it, teasing himself with light touches for a moment, then curling a tight fist and starting to stroke. Perhaps he'd charm himself some lube, but I think it's far more likely that he'd use some oil or a special potion he made. I can't see him wanking himself dry – Severus seems like the kind of man who would go all out and do the thing properly if he was going to do it at all.
His hands, strong and confident, settling into a pattern and rhythm long familiar... I wonder if he likes a light grip or a tight squeeze, one hand or two, a little twist at the end or a thumb on his slit, smearing around the moisture there... I bet his cock is impressive. I'd give anything to see him, hands jerking himself, head thrown back, face relaxed in pleasure as he indulged in his solo passion...
Bugger.
Now I need to go have a toss.
Day 6
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Author:
salixbabylonFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Severus, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Charlie
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Word Count: 581 for this part, ~17,300 overall
Disclaimer: Characters and places in this story, which appear in the Harry Potter novels, belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros. and Scholastic. I don't make, or intend to make money out of them. They're just so much fun to play with!
Summary: Thirty days in the life of a randy werewolf.
Author's Note: Set in some nebulous AU where Sirius is alive, Harry and the rest of the kids are 16, and everyone is staying at Grimmauld Place in the summer of August 1996. Credits to
pervy_werewolf for firmly planting the structural idea in my brain. Props to sirkayem for betaing!Previous Entries
August 18th, 1996: Day 5
My sense of smell has definitely increased. I haven't smelled this many pheromones since teaching at Hogwarts. Everyone in this bloody house reeks like they've either just finished wanking or fucking and it's driving me absolutely spare. I doubt that everyone's standards of personal hygiene have plummeted – therefore my olfactory senses must have increased dramatically.
And not just the teenagers, either. By Circe's Holy Tits, I never wanted to smell Molly Weasley's fanny on Arthur's hands but now I think I have. That's a bit much for even my vaguely bisexual wolfishness.
Even more surprising than that (although fortunately in a different way) is Severus. I didn't intend to sniff him out, but now that I have... I can't stop thinking about him. Again.
Despite how much he and James and Sirius all loathed each other, I never really disliked him. I doubt he realized it but it's true, and in fact I had a terrible crush on him in our fifth year. And why? Because of the way he smelled, like sex and exotic herbs. And those long, pale fingers...
Certainly I was furious with him a few years ago for getting me sacked from teaching and outing me to the entire world, thereby consigning me to a life of unemployment and poverty. Even now sometimes I want to knock him down and pummel him until he apologizes for it.
Yet I have always found Severus intriguing and even a bit attractive. When he cleans himself up, as he has lately, he actually looks rather fit. He's got a strong, sinewy body that makes me want to wrestle him to the floor and see which of us will come out on top, and when his hair is clean and free of potions residue, it's quite nice. He's mostly grown into the nose, as he has his hands and feet. Frankly the sight of those elegant, long fingers has always made me want to feel them on and in my arse...
That, however, is not the image foremost in my mind after smelling what I can only assume must be his own seminal fluid somewhere on his person after he emerged from, of all places, the pantry-cum-potions laboratory beside the kitchen. He must have been wanking while he was brewing something. Perhaps it was a necessary ingredient or maybe he was killing some time while his current potion simmered...
I can almost see it, him hovering near a bubbling cauldron, unbuttoning his robes and freeing his stiff cock. His hands hovering around it, teasing himself with light touches for a moment, then curling a tight fist and starting to stroke. Perhaps he'd charm himself some lube, but I think it's far more likely that he'd use some oil or a special potion he made. I can't see him wanking himself dry – Severus seems like the kind of man who would go all out and do the thing properly if he was going to do it at all.
His hands, strong and confident, settling into a pattern and rhythm long familiar... I wonder if he likes a light grip or a tight squeeze, one hand or two, a little twist at the end or a thumb on his slit, smearing around the moisture there... I bet his cock is impressive. I'd give anything to see him, hands jerking himself, head thrown back, face relaxed in pleasure as he indulged in his solo passion...
Bugger.
Now I need to go have a toss.
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Date: 2007-06-04 03:18 pm (UTC)Yes, Remus, I often wonder what he'd be like when he's wanking too...
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Date: 2007-06-05 09:03 pm (UTC)...
What, what was I talking about? I think I drifted off there for a moment. ;)
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Date: 2007-06-06 10:38 am (UTC)