![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rynneOMFG VIXY!
You bought me MORE paid account time. Now you've basically bought me a full YEAR of paid account.
*WORSHIPS*
It's times like these when I REALLY need an "OMG I LOVE YOU" icon. *kicks computer that will not let her make icons*
Now you make me feel guilty because I still haven't finished that fic I was writing for you the last time you bought me paid account time. I really am writing it though! :D
But as I can't present you with more quite yet, tonight's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pervy_werewolf smut is for you. It's the first part of the series of ficlets that will hopefully carry me through until the end of the month, one that has an actual plot to the smut (wonder of wonders). I hope you like it--I gave it tons of DETAILS just for you ;).
...and I think it might turn into a Bring Back Black series of some sort. And just after I declare myself too uncreative to think of a good plotline for that...:p Dunno how plausible it even is, and it's certainly nothing along the lines of Helene's one, or the various others. And God, I can really see this becoming this incredibly long thing...and to think, the last chaptered R/S fic I wrote was way back in August. :p
Anyway.
Mind Over Matter (1/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius overall and for this part.
“Where are you?” Remus asked the person in his arms, the person holding him tightly around his waist as if afraid to let him go.
“Right here,” Sirius replied, and squeezed tighter for a moment. “You can feel me, can’t you?”
Remus tightened his own arms around Sirius. “I can feel you,” he replied, “and I know you’re here, but where are you really?”
Sirius jerked his chin towards the space around him, reluctant to let Remus out of his arms even to gesture. “No, I really am here. It’s Limbo, I think, though I doubt there's anyone around who can buy me out of here.”
Remus closed his eyes and slumped within Sirius’s arms. “Oh,” he said. “Is there any way that you can get out?” He opened his eyes again to watch Sirius.
“…I don’t know,” Sirius replied. He sat down on the ground and took Remus with him—if it was a ground, being nothing more than an apparently solid swirling grey mass, one that stretched out as far as the eye could see in all directions. “There’s something here that twists reality. Nothing’s real here, I don’t think. It’s all surreal. How do you get out of a place like this?”
“You have to make it real,” Remus murmured, resting his chin on Sirius’s shoulder. “But how am I here with you then? I’m real.”
He didn’t add the I think, but Sirius probably heard it in his voice, because he replied lightly, “So you are.” Then he appeared to think a moment. “Maybe you’re asleep? I mean, well you are asleep—I watched you go to bed—but maybe it’s because you’re asleep?”
“You watch me?” Remus asked, almost surprised. Not surprised that Sirius would watch him, but that he even could.
“And Harry.” Sirius nodded, then his face softened. “And Merlin, all the times I’ve wished I could just take you both in my arms and never leave you again…”
“Let’s not talk about that,” Remus said, almost sharply. He was not about to get into this, not right here, not right now. “Let’s just concentrate on finding a way to get you back.” He looked around at the swirling landscape. “Limbo is definitely a very odd place, and with such interesting properties if it can bring me here when I’m asleep. Why is that, do you think?”
Sirius shrugged. “No idea,” he said. “And I don’t really much care, as long as it keeps letting you visit me here. Maybe then I won’t go insane.” Sirius’s bleak forecasting of his own fate made Remus shiver a bit.
“You won’t go insane,” Remus said quietly, with a confidence he did not really feel. “I’ll find some way to get you out of here.”
Sirius smiled softly. “I know you will,” he said, his own confidence making up for Remus’s lack. “We just have to figure out how. And with you on the job, how can we not?” He grinned at Remus, and Remus had to smile back. Sirius’s grin always had been infectious.
“I’m going to have to do quite a bit of research,” Remus mused aloud. “I doubt there’s much on the Veil that isn’t confidential, but I’ll see if Dumbledore can get a wartime override on some of the manuscripts I’ll need. And I’m fairly sure there’s a few people I can ask who might know something…”
Sirius laughed. “That’s my Moony!” he said affectionately, hugging Remus closer to him for a moment. “Always planning ahead.”
Remus laughed a bit too. “It usually helped to keep you out of trouble before,” he pointed out. “I daresay a good plan could help you get out of this too. Just you wait, I’ll find a way out of here for you yet.” And maybe he would, too. It shouldn’t be impossible—he’d look it up and see if anyone else had ever managed to leave Limbo before…
Sirius shook his shoulder lightly. “Hey, don’t let your mind wander off here,” he said, his tone teasing though his eyes were serious. “I don’t think that would be a good thing.”
Remus blinked, then the implications of what Sirius said penetrated and his eyes widened. “Right,” he said, his voice a bit shaken. “No woolgathering in Limbo.” He smiled slightly, then sighed and made a move to get up. “Though the sooner I leave, the sooner I can get to work on getting you out of here…”
But Sirius pulled him back down. “Wait,” he said. “Don’t go yet. Stay.” Remus slowly sat back again, and Sirius buried his face in his hair. “Stay until you wake up, at least,” he said, his voice muffled. “Who knows when I’ll be able to hold you like this again?”
Remus breathed out slowly, then put his arms around Sirius. “I’ll stay,” he murmured. And Sirius was right—who knew when they’d be able to hold each other again?
They stayed there like that for awhile, holding each other while the solid grey mass swirled beneath them. Sirius buried his face in Remus’s shoulder. “I almost don’t know what reality is anymore,” he muttered into the hot skin of Remus’s neck. “I don’t know how long it’s been since I felt it…”
“A month and a half,” Remus murmured, rubbing soothing circles on Sirius’s back. “A month and a half since I’ve touched you like this…”
“Since we’ve touched each other like this,” Sirius corrected absently, his mouth now exploring Remus’s neck as his hands rested on Remus’s thighs. Remus let out a long, shuddering breath as Sirius worked his mouth down Remus’s neck and towards his chest, his clothes having vanished obligingly.
“Where’d my clothes go?” Remus managed to ask as Sirius slid his tongue over Remus’s left nipple, swirling around the hardened bud, then paused a moment to listen to Remus’s heart beat. He pulled back just long enough to answer Remus’s question.
“Vanished into Limbo, I suspect,” he replied, grinning. Remus chuckled. “No, really. Like I said, reality’s odd in this place. It’s almost like what you want to be real is real, and what you don’t want to be real…simply isn’t. That’s why I warned you about letting your thoughts wander. Who knows what might have come out of it?”
Remus shivered. He didn’t like the way Sirius was talking about this so matter-of-factly—it almost reminded Remus of that island in the Chronicles of Narnia he read as a child, the one where your every dream came true, only not what you’d expect. It had nearly driven the old Lord marooned on the island mad, and who knew what being in a place like this would do to Sirius, after having been in Azkaban and Grimmauld Place?
Sirius saw the look on his lover’s face and knew almost immediately what he was thinking about. “Don’t worry,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, you’ll see, especially once you get me out of here.” He flashed Remus a grin and raised an eyebrow seductively. “Now let’s get back to what we were doing before. Being able to say that I’ve had sex in Limbo is just too good an opportunity to pass up.”
Remus laughed in spite of himself. “Just like you to say something like that,” he murmured, but he soon found out for himself what Sirius meant about reality. He ran his hands over Sirius’s back and passively wished that the rough white cotton shirt he’d inexplicably been wearing wasn’t there, and then it wasn’t, leaving Sirius’s bare back free for Remus’s nimble fingers to run down.
“Yessssss,” Sirius sighed as Remus delicately ran his fingers up and down his back. He arched up into Remus’s touch. “Ohhh, don’t stop…that feels so good…after so long of not feeling…”
Remus shuddered, unwilling to think about what it would be like to not feel anything. He pulled Sirius closer to him, all their clothes having vanished sometime before, and was suddenly intensely glad to have Sirius like this with him once more. However long it would be before they did this again, at least there would be this one time to remember.
“Remus,” Sirius gasped as Remus let his fingers trail downward until he reached Sirius’s erection and curled his hand around the hot hard flesh. The oh-so-familiar flesh, all the veins, the comfortable fit in his hand…and the taste was so familiar too, as Remus stretched down to take it in his mouth. Sirius threw his head back and moaned as Remus ran his tongue along the slit and licked away pre-come, and his breath started coming more quickly as Remus worked his mouth and tongue up and down his length. It was all too soon when Sirius groaned deeply and came into Remus’s mouth and Remus swallowed the semen—tasting so very Sirius—before letting Sirius’s now-flaccid cock slip from his mouth.
“I’ve wanted that…for so long…” Sirius said as he caught his breath. “A month and a half felt so interminable here…”
Remus put a finger on his lips. “None of that,” he said sternly, but with a smile and a quick kiss. “You won’t be here much longer if I have anything to say about it.”
Sirius smiled and kissed Remus back. “Now I believe there’s something I should take care of…” he said slyly, his hand tracing a light ring around Remus’s hard cock before moving away.
“Sirius…” Remus groaned, thrusting forward against Sirius’s hand. Sirius just grinned and flipped them over so that he was crouching on top of Remus, then kissed him again.
“How I’ve wanted this…” he murmured against Remus’s lips, “…and now I’ve finally got you again here this way, I don’t want to let you go…”
“You won’t be,” Remus gasped as Sirius’s hand drifted down between his thighs and a finger, mysteriously slicked on some lubricant, delicately massaged the puckered ring of flesh. “I’ll—ahh, that feels good don’t stop please don’t stop—I’ll always be with you, even if—ohhhh Sirius—even if not here physically.”
“I know,” Sirius said softly, removing his finger and positioning his already-slicked cock, hard again. “I just…want the physical…” he said, and with that, pushed inside slowly.
Remus groaned at the feeling of Sirius inside him, and clutched Sirius closer to him as he pulled slowly out, then thrust in again.
“I want,” Sirius continued as he sped up the rhythm, “to be able to hold you any time I want, touch you any time I want, kiss you any time I want, fuck you any time I want. I want to be able to talk to you and watch the way your lips move, see you pour tea and watch how your fingers slightly caress the teacup as you bring it to your lips.” Remus was breathing hard as Sirius simultaneously spoke and thrust into him and he could feel a moan building in the back of his throat, but he didn’t want to interrupt the flow of Sirius’s words.
“I want to run as Padfoot with you as Moony and kill the blasted rat together. I want to hold you close after the transformation’s over and kiss your scars. I want to,” his breath coming raggedly now, Sirius struggled to form the words, “to fuck you into the mattress every night, and wake up with you every morning. I want to just…be…with…you!” And on the last word, Sirius came, pouring semen into Remus as he collapsed on top of him. Remus came a moment later, and they lay like that together in a sort of daze for a few moments.
After a minute or so, Remus pushed back a stray lock of Sirius’s sweaty hair off his forehead. “You will,” he murmured as light closed around him and he started to fall. “You will.”
And then he opened his eyes to find himself in his own bed in Grimmauld Place. He looked all around the room and down at himself for any signs of Sirius having been there, but there were none, though he hadn’t expected any. He sank down into the pillow and closed his eyes, fiercely hoping that what he had just experienced was not just a dream.
You bought me MORE paid account time. Now you've basically bought me a full YEAR of paid account.
*WORSHIPS*
It's times like these when I REALLY need an "OMG I LOVE YOU" icon. *kicks computer that will not let her make icons*
Now you make me feel guilty because I still haven't finished that fic I was writing for you the last time you bought me paid account time. I really am writing it though! :D
But as I can't present you with more quite yet, tonight's
pervy_werewolf smut is for you. It's the first part of the series of ficlets that will hopefully carry me through until the end of the month, one that has an actual plot to the smut (wonder of wonders). I hope you like it--I gave it tons of DETAILS just for you ;)....and I think it might turn into a Bring Back Black series of some sort. And just after I declare myself too uncreative to think of a good plotline for that...:p Dunno how plausible it even is, and it's certainly nothing along the lines of Helene's one, or the various others. And God, I can really see this becoming this incredibly long thing...and to think, the last chaptered R/S fic I wrote was way back in August. :p
Anyway.
Mind Over Matter (1/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius overall and for this part.
“Where are you?” Remus asked the person in his arms, the person holding him tightly around his waist as if afraid to let him go.
“Right here,” Sirius replied, and squeezed tighter for a moment. “You can feel me, can’t you?”
Remus tightened his own arms around Sirius. “I can feel you,” he replied, “and I know you’re here, but where are you really?”
Sirius jerked his chin towards the space around him, reluctant to let Remus out of his arms even to gesture. “No, I really am here. It’s Limbo, I think, though I doubt there's anyone around who can buy me out of here.”
Remus closed his eyes and slumped within Sirius’s arms. “Oh,” he said. “Is there any way that you can get out?” He opened his eyes again to watch Sirius.
“…I don’t know,” Sirius replied. He sat down on the ground and took Remus with him—if it was a ground, being nothing more than an apparently solid swirling grey mass, one that stretched out as far as the eye could see in all directions. “There’s something here that twists reality. Nothing’s real here, I don’t think. It’s all surreal. How do you get out of a place like this?”
“You have to make it real,” Remus murmured, resting his chin on Sirius’s shoulder. “But how am I here with you then? I’m real.”
He didn’t add the I think, but Sirius probably heard it in his voice, because he replied lightly, “So you are.” Then he appeared to think a moment. “Maybe you’re asleep? I mean, well you are asleep—I watched you go to bed—but maybe it’s because you’re asleep?”
“You watch me?” Remus asked, almost surprised. Not surprised that Sirius would watch him, but that he even could.
“And Harry.” Sirius nodded, then his face softened. “And Merlin, all the times I’ve wished I could just take you both in my arms and never leave you again…”
“Let’s not talk about that,” Remus said, almost sharply. He was not about to get into this, not right here, not right now. “Let’s just concentrate on finding a way to get you back.” He looked around at the swirling landscape. “Limbo is definitely a very odd place, and with such interesting properties if it can bring me here when I’m asleep. Why is that, do you think?”
Sirius shrugged. “No idea,” he said. “And I don’t really much care, as long as it keeps letting you visit me here. Maybe then I won’t go insane.” Sirius’s bleak forecasting of his own fate made Remus shiver a bit.
“You won’t go insane,” Remus said quietly, with a confidence he did not really feel. “I’ll find some way to get you out of here.”
Sirius smiled softly. “I know you will,” he said, his own confidence making up for Remus’s lack. “We just have to figure out how. And with you on the job, how can we not?” He grinned at Remus, and Remus had to smile back. Sirius’s grin always had been infectious.
“I’m going to have to do quite a bit of research,” Remus mused aloud. “I doubt there’s much on the Veil that isn’t confidential, but I’ll see if Dumbledore can get a wartime override on some of the manuscripts I’ll need. And I’m fairly sure there’s a few people I can ask who might know something…”
Sirius laughed. “That’s my Moony!” he said affectionately, hugging Remus closer to him for a moment. “Always planning ahead.”
Remus laughed a bit too. “It usually helped to keep you out of trouble before,” he pointed out. “I daresay a good plan could help you get out of this too. Just you wait, I’ll find a way out of here for you yet.” And maybe he would, too. It shouldn’t be impossible—he’d look it up and see if anyone else had ever managed to leave Limbo before…
Sirius shook his shoulder lightly. “Hey, don’t let your mind wander off here,” he said, his tone teasing though his eyes were serious. “I don’t think that would be a good thing.”
Remus blinked, then the implications of what Sirius said penetrated and his eyes widened. “Right,” he said, his voice a bit shaken. “No woolgathering in Limbo.” He smiled slightly, then sighed and made a move to get up. “Though the sooner I leave, the sooner I can get to work on getting you out of here…”
But Sirius pulled him back down. “Wait,” he said. “Don’t go yet. Stay.” Remus slowly sat back again, and Sirius buried his face in his hair. “Stay until you wake up, at least,” he said, his voice muffled. “Who knows when I’ll be able to hold you like this again?”
Remus breathed out slowly, then put his arms around Sirius. “I’ll stay,” he murmured. And Sirius was right—who knew when they’d be able to hold each other again?
They stayed there like that for awhile, holding each other while the solid grey mass swirled beneath them. Sirius buried his face in Remus’s shoulder. “I almost don’t know what reality is anymore,” he muttered into the hot skin of Remus’s neck. “I don’t know how long it’s been since I felt it…”
“A month and a half,” Remus murmured, rubbing soothing circles on Sirius’s back. “A month and a half since I’ve touched you like this…”
“Since we’ve touched each other like this,” Sirius corrected absently, his mouth now exploring Remus’s neck as his hands rested on Remus’s thighs. Remus let out a long, shuddering breath as Sirius worked his mouth down Remus’s neck and towards his chest, his clothes having vanished obligingly.
“Where’d my clothes go?” Remus managed to ask as Sirius slid his tongue over Remus’s left nipple, swirling around the hardened bud, then paused a moment to listen to Remus’s heart beat. He pulled back just long enough to answer Remus’s question.
“Vanished into Limbo, I suspect,” he replied, grinning. Remus chuckled. “No, really. Like I said, reality’s odd in this place. It’s almost like what you want to be real is real, and what you don’t want to be real…simply isn’t. That’s why I warned you about letting your thoughts wander. Who knows what might have come out of it?”
Remus shivered. He didn’t like the way Sirius was talking about this so matter-of-factly—it almost reminded Remus of that island in the Chronicles of Narnia he read as a child, the one where your every dream came true, only not what you’d expect. It had nearly driven the old Lord marooned on the island mad, and who knew what being in a place like this would do to Sirius, after having been in Azkaban and Grimmauld Place?
Sirius saw the look on his lover’s face and knew almost immediately what he was thinking about. “Don’t worry,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, you’ll see, especially once you get me out of here.” He flashed Remus a grin and raised an eyebrow seductively. “Now let’s get back to what we were doing before. Being able to say that I’ve had sex in Limbo is just too good an opportunity to pass up.”
Remus laughed in spite of himself. “Just like you to say something like that,” he murmured, but he soon found out for himself what Sirius meant about reality. He ran his hands over Sirius’s back and passively wished that the rough white cotton shirt he’d inexplicably been wearing wasn’t there, and then it wasn’t, leaving Sirius’s bare back free for Remus’s nimble fingers to run down.
“Yessssss,” Sirius sighed as Remus delicately ran his fingers up and down his back. He arched up into Remus’s touch. “Ohhh, don’t stop…that feels so good…after so long of not feeling…”
Remus shuddered, unwilling to think about what it would be like to not feel anything. He pulled Sirius closer to him, all their clothes having vanished sometime before, and was suddenly intensely glad to have Sirius like this with him once more. However long it would be before they did this again, at least there would be this one time to remember.
“Remus,” Sirius gasped as Remus let his fingers trail downward until he reached Sirius’s erection and curled his hand around the hot hard flesh. The oh-so-familiar flesh, all the veins, the comfortable fit in his hand…and the taste was so familiar too, as Remus stretched down to take it in his mouth. Sirius threw his head back and moaned as Remus ran his tongue along the slit and licked away pre-come, and his breath started coming more quickly as Remus worked his mouth and tongue up and down his length. It was all too soon when Sirius groaned deeply and came into Remus’s mouth and Remus swallowed the semen—tasting so very Sirius—before letting Sirius’s now-flaccid cock slip from his mouth.
“I’ve wanted that…for so long…” Sirius said as he caught his breath. “A month and a half felt so interminable here…”
Remus put a finger on his lips. “None of that,” he said sternly, but with a smile and a quick kiss. “You won’t be here much longer if I have anything to say about it.”
Sirius smiled and kissed Remus back. “Now I believe there’s something I should take care of…” he said slyly, his hand tracing a light ring around Remus’s hard cock before moving away.
“Sirius…” Remus groaned, thrusting forward against Sirius’s hand. Sirius just grinned and flipped them over so that he was crouching on top of Remus, then kissed him again.
“How I’ve wanted this…” he murmured against Remus’s lips, “…and now I’ve finally got you again here this way, I don’t want to let you go…”
“You won’t be,” Remus gasped as Sirius’s hand drifted down between his thighs and a finger, mysteriously slicked on some lubricant, delicately massaged the puckered ring of flesh. “I’ll—ahh, that feels good don’t stop please don’t stop—I’ll always be with you, even if—ohhhh Sirius—even if not here physically.”
“I know,” Sirius said softly, removing his finger and positioning his already-slicked cock, hard again. “I just…want the physical…” he said, and with that, pushed inside slowly.
Remus groaned at the feeling of Sirius inside him, and clutched Sirius closer to him as he pulled slowly out, then thrust in again.
“I want,” Sirius continued as he sped up the rhythm, “to be able to hold you any time I want, touch you any time I want, kiss you any time I want, fuck you any time I want. I want to be able to talk to you and watch the way your lips move, see you pour tea and watch how your fingers slightly caress the teacup as you bring it to your lips.” Remus was breathing hard as Sirius simultaneously spoke and thrust into him and he could feel a moan building in the back of his throat, but he didn’t want to interrupt the flow of Sirius’s words.
“I want to run as Padfoot with you as Moony and kill the blasted rat together. I want to hold you close after the transformation’s over and kiss your scars. I want to,” his breath coming raggedly now, Sirius struggled to form the words, “to fuck you into the mattress every night, and wake up with you every morning. I want to just…be…with…you!” And on the last word, Sirius came, pouring semen into Remus as he collapsed on top of him. Remus came a moment later, and they lay like that together in a sort of daze for a few moments.
After a minute or so, Remus pushed back a stray lock of Sirius’s sweaty hair off his forehead. “You will,” he murmured as light closed around him and he started to fall. “You will.”
And then he opened his eyes to find himself in his own bed in Grimmauld Place. He looked all around the room and down at himself for any signs of Sirius having been there, but there were none, though he hadn’t expected any. He sank down into the pillow and closed his eyes, fiercely hoping that what he had just experienced was not just a dream.
