Fic: Moon to Moon (7/30)
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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: 823 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!
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Moon To Moon
August 20th, 1996: Day 7
Today I was cornered by the twins. I'm beginning to wonder what on earth is causing this bizarre teenage predilection for older men, and their former professor at that. I suppose I could understand crushes, particularly from the girls, as I had to deal with a few of those while I was teaching, but these blatant propositions are unprecedented. Have my cardigans suddenly become provocative? Is the offering of tea a new sexual euphemism?
Is there something in this bloody house that is turning us all into raging sex fiends???
Sigh. Anyway, there was I? Oh yes – the twins.
They were waiting in my room when I returned from my shower. I realize my bathrobe is a bit threadbare and small (a gift from Sirius when I was thirteen and suddenly embarrassed about wandering around in just a towel after bathing), but it in no way merits the lustful looks it prompted. After checking to ensure that it was belted firmly, I inquired what they needed.
"You," they said, not even bothering to come up with an excuse.
(If this trend continues, I weep for the future. The lost arts of romance and subtlety will simply descend into invitations to fuck. Simple, it's true, and direct, but boring. Sex is meant to be enjoyable – perhaps I should start using my new-found allure to invite them all into the library for lessons on sexual etiquette. Starting with "Do Not Slobber on Someone Unless Invited" and "Flirting Is Fun."
Merlin, I'm old. I remember when a look from a likely candidate and a nod towards the loo was enough. I'm being far too hard on them.)
Er. Right.
At any rate, the twins were not so easily put off as Harry. They clearly are more experienced (as I would expect, being older), and soon had me sandwiched between them. I confess I was too startled to react quickly. (Again, as with Harry, although for the opposite reason – the twins are quite enticing and if they were only a little older I suspect a romp with them might be quite fun. And yes – both of them. They apparently come as a pair, no pun intended.)
So there I was, one twin behind me, his cock pressed into my arse, lips on my throat, while the one in front had his hands on my waist, using his mouth to issue wicked invitations... Pink little tongue licking his lips enticingly...
I really wish I had fewer morals because even writing this has me hard and throbbing at the memory. It's been far too long since I had anyone at all in my bed, let alone two willing nubile young men...
(And yes I can tell Fred and George apart, usually. As far as I know, they are identical to the last freckle, but as a rule Fred is the more forward and more likely to initiate conversations, while George hangs back. Their attempted seduction, though, was too unexpected and while the more verbal twin in front was probably Fred, the silent twin rubbing against me was certainly more physically assertive. For my own peace of mind, I'll assume the one in front was Fred and the one behind was George. And who knows – perhaps George is more forceful in bed?)
I did, alas, turn them down and remove them from both my person and bedroom. Being a grown-up is wretched sometimes, or certainly does suck, to use the children's slang. (Merlin, what I wouldn't give for a nice good suck... Red hair twisted around my fingers, all eagerness and enthusiasm... Sigh.)
But I held on to my morals – the twins may be of age but they are still students. Not to mention their parents and older brothers' presence in this house being a bit of a prick-wilter. I can certainly wait a year and if they are still interested once they leave school, we'll see what comes of it.
One oddity was the parting words of Fred (I presume): "We just hate to think of you playing by yourself in here, all alone at night, with nothing but magic to aid you."
Do they know about the dildo? Was it from them? I suppose that the gift of a sex toy seems an appropriate way to issue a sexual invitation for those pranksters, but I'm still a bit surprised. Teenagers today are simply more worldly than I was – although by age eighteen I'm sure Sirius, at least, knew about such devices. He certainly knew his share of kinky spells by then...
So perhaps the dildo was from the twins. I suppose I'll have to thank them for it some time. I shudder to imagine the conversation, but with dread or delight is unclear. Perhaps a note would suffice...
("Abuse of parentheticals," I can hear old Professor Shamancastor saying, clucking his tongue. Ah well. My diary, my rules, so mental ghosts of former professors can just fuck off.)
Day 8
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Author:
salixbabylonFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Severus, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Charlie
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Word Count: 823 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 20th, 1996: Day 7
Today I was cornered by the twins. I'm beginning to wonder what on earth is causing this bizarre teenage predilection for older men, and their former professor at that. I suppose I could understand crushes, particularly from the girls, as I had to deal with a few of those while I was teaching, but these blatant propositions are unprecedented. Have my cardigans suddenly become provocative? Is the offering of tea a new sexual euphemism?
Is there something in this bloody house that is turning us all into raging sex fiends???
Sigh. Anyway, there was I? Oh yes – the twins.
They were waiting in my room when I returned from my shower. I realize my bathrobe is a bit threadbare and small (a gift from Sirius when I was thirteen and suddenly embarrassed about wandering around in just a towel after bathing), but it in no way merits the lustful looks it prompted. After checking to ensure that it was belted firmly, I inquired what they needed.
"You," they said, not even bothering to come up with an excuse.
(If this trend continues, I weep for the future. The lost arts of romance and subtlety will simply descend into invitations to fuck. Simple, it's true, and direct, but boring. Sex is meant to be enjoyable – perhaps I should start using my new-found allure to invite them all into the library for lessons on sexual etiquette. Starting with "Do Not Slobber on Someone Unless Invited" and "Flirting Is Fun."
Merlin, I'm old. I remember when a look from a likely candidate and a nod towards the loo was enough. I'm being far too hard on them.)
Er. Right.
At any rate, the twins were not so easily put off as Harry. They clearly are more experienced (as I would expect, being older), and soon had me sandwiched between them. I confess I was too startled to react quickly. (Again, as with Harry, although for the opposite reason – the twins are quite enticing and if they were only a little older I suspect a romp with them might be quite fun. And yes – both of them. They apparently come as a pair, no pun intended.)
So there I was, one twin behind me, his cock pressed into my arse, lips on my throat, while the one in front had his hands on my waist, using his mouth to issue wicked invitations... Pink little tongue licking his lips enticingly...
I really wish I had fewer morals because even writing this has me hard and throbbing at the memory. It's been far too long since I had anyone at all in my bed, let alone two willing nubile young men...
(And yes I can tell Fred and George apart, usually. As far as I know, they are identical to the last freckle, but as a rule Fred is the more forward and more likely to initiate conversations, while George hangs back. Their attempted seduction, though, was too unexpected and while the more verbal twin in front was probably Fred, the silent twin rubbing against me was certainly more physically assertive. For my own peace of mind, I'll assume the one in front was Fred and the one behind was George. And who knows – perhaps George is more forceful in bed?)
I did, alas, turn them down and remove them from both my person and bedroom. Being a grown-up is wretched sometimes, or certainly does suck, to use the children's slang. (Merlin, what I wouldn't give for a nice good suck... Red hair twisted around my fingers, all eagerness and enthusiasm... Sigh.)
But I held on to my morals – the twins may be of age but they are still students. Not to mention their parents and older brothers' presence in this house being a bit of a prick-wilter. I can certainly wait a year and if they are still interested once they leave school, we'll see what comes of it.
One oddity was the parting words of Fred (I presume): "We just hate to think of you playing by yourself in here, all alone at night, with nothing but magic to aid you."
Do they know about the dildo? Was it from them? I suppose that the gift of a sex toy seems an appropriate way to issue a sexual invitation for those pranksters, but I'm still a bit surprised. Teenagers today are simply more worldly than I was – although by age eighteen I'm sure Sirius, at least, knew about such devices. He certainly knew his share of kinky spells by then...
So perhaps the dildo was from the twins. I suppose I'll have to thank them for it some time. I shudder to imagine the conversation, but with dread or delight is unclear. Perhaps a note would suffice...
("Abuse of parentheticals," I can hear old Professor Shamancastor saying, clucking his tongue. Ah well. My diary, my rules, so mental ghosts of former professors can just fuck off.)
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