Chapter 1: Poltergeists & Wet Dreams (Intro/dream sex)
Notes:
Hi🧡🖤💜
(A lil paranormal backstory, ghost wet dreams, and jealous sirius)
**no infidelity! wolfstar go on their date and that's it for remus, he's gone. remus is 100000% obsessed with sirius, and vise versa :)
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Chapter Text
Remus never saw his face.
It was always hidden somewhere in the curve of his neck, mouthing sweetly at his sweaty skin.
Sometimes it was between his arsecheeks, lapping at his hole, the phantom sensation of a tongue fucking into him from behind.
Sometimes it was a pretty tangle of reddish brown hair bobbing over his cock, swallowing it down whole.
This man of his dreams never choked, his hips never stuttered too soon. There was no weakness—just distant sensation. Ghostly touches that teased promises of real pressure. Wet sounds, but without the shivers of cool air hitting wet skin. It was always warm; it was always light as air, and it always left him wanting more than he had when he was awake.
This was ‘Byxbee’ the Sex Shop’s Resident Ghost, as Remus referred to his phantom ghost coworker fondly.
Sometimes Remus talked to him in these dreams, but Byxbee never answered with a voice Remus could pin down—it was always wordless declarations of affection and adoration, of longing and wanting, of being the closest thing a very single Remus had to a lover.
And it was all a fucking figment of his imagination.
Remus lay sprawled naked on the pleather couch in the pole room. He pushed his fingers into Byxbee’s light hair and groaned, the sound muffled in his hazy dream world. “Harder,” Remus urged with the dreamy echo of his voice, and he gripped down on that hair, guiding his ghost-lover’s mouth faster.
But it wasn’t enough.
It was never satisfying, and Byxbee was never fully real.
When Remus was so close, the build up subtle as his stomach pretended to coil, as pressure built hollowly in his cock as Byxbee sucked with all his inadequate might—
Remus felt the plateau of his pleasure.
And he couldn’t come. He could never come.
And the dream, once more, ended in a stalemate.
Remus opened his eyes with a start, feeling the little sliver of drool staining the corner of his mouth as the ache in his neck settled in from being hunched asleep across the shop counter.
He sat up, his mind still lingering in the haze of another sex dream about his imaginary ghost coworker, and he wiped the drool from his face. Holding the curls back and away from his flushed skin, Remus swallowed and shifted on his stool. He felt his cock, hard and aching, shift inside the tight confines of his trouser.
Another Byxbee dream.
Remus frowned.
“This is getting ridiculous, Byx,” Remus grumbled as he grabbed at his crotch and readjusted himself. “Fuck me if they ever get that camera fixed in the corner because me having wet dreams on shift would not do well for my job security.”
He swore he heard a muffled laugh behind him, the light rumble of a young man, but the window was also open, so he chalked it up to maybe some drunk college students having fun on a Friday night like he should have been.
“Fuck. Where was I?” Remus said to himself.
He talked to himself quite a lot at the shop, but it always felt like there was someone with him, like he had a friend, an accomplice filling in the space of the store.
And he had named this phantom energy ‘Byx.’ Byxbee, the Ghost of Amortentia: Mystic Hallow’s boringly dead adult toy store.
But there was a part of him that didn’t care that people thought he was joking when he mentioned the prospect of the shop being haunted. But his upcoming date—very mysterious, always vague, and perhaps even supernatural, Sirius Black the Second (Named after his grandfather, or great-grandfather, Remus couldn’t remember. The resemblance was uncanny, though)—
Anyway, Sirius seemed to believe him, and always looked displeased when Remus mentioned the ghost. Even going as far as making Remus relay possessive messages to the shop ghost when he called.
The thrill that potentially-a-vampire-Sirius liked him enough to pretend to be childishly jealous of a figment of Remus’s boredom at work sent flutters to his stomach.
But there was a part of Remus—the part that had read every erotic novel in the Paranormal Romance section of the shop’s library—that loved the idea of dating a vampire.
Which was equal parts exciting as concerning.
I mean, he knew faeries and banshees were real already—or maybe even one and the same.
No lie, unless he was crazy, but he’d lost his virginity to a banshee when he was seventeen—which had ended in the banshee screaming as she came and two camp counsellors dying once he’d gotten the hang of how to be a giving lover.
And then, of course, the faeries that lurked in the forest outside their small village back home. They loved tempting him into their parts of the forest as he grew into a young man, especially one with yellow eyes and long hair like spider silk.
His mother had to practically beat that one off of him, and Remus would be lying if he didn’t have a wank or two fantasising about allowing himself to be lured into another realm.
At least there, his faerie had promised him an eternity of pleasure and gifts, like a prized human pet.
And yet, Remus had listened to his mother and now he was working graveyards, trying to quell his insatiable need for vinyl, thrift shopping, books, too many tarot decks, and shining crystals and candles while making rent.
Sometimes he’d rather buy the shiny rock instead of lunch.
Sirius seemed hellbent on spending money on him, though.
And Remus’s resolve to not accept was becoming all show.
But, come on, what were the odds that Remus would have his reality warped and find another supernatural being?
“Vampires can’t be real,” Remus said to Byxbee. “I mean, faeries, of course. Back home, faeries rule the forests. We were just lucky to have some sanctuary in a clearing. And, sure, none of them ever wanted anything to do with humans—except the couple that were courting me—but vampires? TV trope. What say you, Byx?”
The shop was heavy with tension and silence.
Remus sighed.
“Okay… Pre-faerie concubine offer, I’d say 0%. Post-banshee, I’d say 50-50. Oh, but you should meet Sirius, Byx. Dressed head to toe in black. He looked positively Victorian, minus the sunglasses. Down to his black gloves and parasol. And he was outrunning a security guard at the hospital with a cooler bag. What else was I meant to think?”
The pages of Remus’s book fanned and Remus scoffed.
“I hadn’t marked my place, Byx!” he said in the off-chance it wasn’t a gust of wind. “Anyway, what would another supernatural being want with me? I’m so boring and predictable. And Sirius? Fuck, he’s eccentric and gorgeous—”
The cup full of pens on the counter tipped sideways and its contents scattered in front of the till.
Remus frowned. “That wasn’t very nice. Now I have to clean all those up.” He smirked to the empty store. “Unless you want to prove how much you enjoy my company and swoop them back up your ghostly self?”
One pen still lingering on the counter rolled towards Remus and stopped just short of the edge.
“Well, the gesture is appreciated, but please don’t overextend yourself.” Remus looked to the corner where he thought he saw a flash of a tall shadow and drawled, “You know, I don’t think Sirius would make me work harder because he was jealous.”
The light above the till flickered.
Remus’s cellphone rang on the counter. He gathered all the pens, swiped the cup, and discarded them at the counter, eagerly accepting the call.
‘Sirius Black’
Gorgeous selfie for a contact photo included.
“Hello?” Remus greeted.
“Would you prefer seafood, pizza, or steak?”
Remus smiled. “You can’t eat with me, so let’s just get something low maintenance, like a sandwich. And that way we can head over to the overlook on the mountain.”
“The city lights will still be there after you eat, and I told you, I’ll bring a smoothie.” Sirius shuffled something on his end that sounded like a notebook. “I have found an entire list of late night restaurants that I want you to try. All open well into the morning, so there will be no rush after you get off your shifts.”
Remus bit back a smile. “Already planning the next date and the first one hasn’t begun?”
He could hear the grin in Sirius’s voice. “I like you, Remus Lupin. Give me the chance to spoil you.”
Remus smiled until the radio dial maxed out on its own, blaring a migraine-inducing shrill throughout the shop space.
“What is that?” Sirius asked.
Remus fumbled for it, and turned down the knob, glaring at the radio. “Sorry. Things have been going haywire at work.”
“Which is...?” Sirius pried.
Remus still hadn’t admitted that he worked in a sex store and planned to keep that detail to himself until he managed to get Sirius’s cock in his mouth first.
“It’s a job that pays my bills,” Remus said. “Sometimes.”
“So mysterious, Lupin.” Sirius cleared his throat. “Back to business. Seafood, pizza, or steak?”
Remus hummed. “I like pizza.”
“Are you just picking pizza because it’s the cheapest thing I listed off? Because I’ll have you know this is artisanal pizza and costs just as much as the others, so you may as well choose what you really want.”
Remus scrunched up his nose. “It’s one of those thin-crust pizzas with truffle oil places, isn’t it?”
Sirius grew quiet, then answered, “It is indeed. And from your tone, that doesn’t sound like your preference. So noted, no thin crust pizzas or truffle oil in the future.”
“They’re okay, I just—”
“Remus, how many times must I say it? You shall receive whatever you want and only what you want. Now steak or seafood? I’ll research late night pizzas some other time, but for tonight there’s—”
The TV in the top right corner of the shop turned on, static grating on Remus’s ears.
“Hold on, Sirius— “
“What was that? It’s so loud over there.”
“Shit, where is the damn remote?” Remus grabbed the remote and tried to shut it off, but no matter how many times he pressed it, no matter the proximity, it wouldn’t register the signal. “Sirius, I can’t get the TV off. Byx, a little help—”
“He’s the one doing it!” Sirius groaned. “Tell that over-glorified poltergeist to stop being petulant. He had his chance. His chance is dead. Incorporeal.”
“He’s not real, Sirius—”
The TV blared higher.
“What did you say?” Sirius asked loudly into the phone.
Remus cursed, reaching up to try to feel out the buttons on the back of the suspended TV but no luck. He walked to the far side of the store and cupped the receiver in his phone and spoke into the microphone, “I have to go! Steak sounds amazing! Thank you!”
He barely registered what Sirius said, but it sounded like he may have called him ‘darling’ at the end, which made Remus temporarily malfunction and forget the TV was trying to drown him in static.
For the rest of his two hours at the shop before he closed down, he tried in vain to turn off the television.
“Have fun letting that grate on your nerves. I’m going on my date now, thank you very much.”
Remus shut off the lights and paused at the doorway when suddenly—
The TV finally went mute.
He gave the empty space of the shop a long, very dry and unamused look then shook his head and closed the door to lock up.
It was time to see if vampires could get it up.
If Sirius was one, of course.
Like he said before, 50-50.
Notes:
next: first date smut, vampire sirius, and remus being a supernatural magnet for queer cryptids, spirits, and fae🖤
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Chapter 2: Psychopomps & First Dates (blowie)
Summary:
After another brush with more supernatural dating competition, Remus assures Sirius that his cock is the only cock he wants coming in his mouth.
Notes:
tw: deepthroating, oral sex, cum swallowing, dirty talk, public sex
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Chapter Text
Three blocks away from Amortentia Adult Toys, there was a bench, a bus stop, a small garden box full of community herbs, and a library nook. Because of this library nook, Remus opted to take the bus now and then. He had a flirtationship with an anonymous resident in the neighbourhood, someone with an amazing taste in books.
Sometimes they even left notes to each other in the covers of the books they set in the community library nook.
Almost 2 AM, Remus sat at the bench, thumbing the pages of a book while he waited for Sirius to pull up quietly and whisk him off for their first date.
He never expected his potential-vampire date to show up on a motorbike, hair wrangled into a low bun that peeked out from under his helmet.
“Whoa…” Remus set down the book on the bench.
Sirius flipped up the mirrored shield of his helmet and grinned, bloodless, pale cheeks pushing up even higher in all the padding.
“I’ve never been on one of these,” Remus shouted over the shining black beast’s engine.
“First time for everything,” Sirius said flippantly, and unclipped the spare helmet from the backrest. He shut off the bike and swung his leg off of it so gracefully Remus couldn’t help but gawk at his easiness. He waved for Remus to come over, a wicked glint in his eyes.
Remus scrambled to shove his things in his worn leather messenger bag and lovingly put the book back in the library nook’s case.
Remus approached and eyed the motorbike warily.
Sirius’s grin fell. “Is this okay? I should have asked. I can swap out for the Rolls-Royce. It’ll only take me a minute to get back. The estate isn’t too far from here. Just up the road from the college.”
He realised his mouth was stupidly hanging open. “Rolls… The estate?” It was hard to tell from the helmet blocking most of Sirius’s face, but Remus swore there was a smirk hiding somewhere in there. He determinedly pulled the spare helmet over his head, his curls poking into his eyes a little.
Sirius tore off his gloves and, with gentle fingers, swept away the locks and tucked them back into the padding of the helmet. He tapped the bottom of Remus’s helmet to tilt his head back and buckled the straps like Remus was precious cargo.
“What if I make us fall?” Remus said as Sirius helped Remus with his gloves next.
His potentially-vampire date shook his head, then straddled his seat. Remus followed, awkwardly throwing a leg over the bike and leaving too much space between him and Sirius.
“You lean when I lean. And don’t be afraid to hold on tight.” Sirius reached back and, much stronger than he looked, pulled at Remus’s waist, sliding him up the seat.
Remus squeaked and scrambled to grab hold of Sirius’s shoulders.
“Closer, darling. I don’t bite.” Sirius turned the key. “Unless asked.”
Remus settled on the seat, thighs spreading wider to make room for Sirius’s hips. The purr of the motorbike under him crept its way straight to his cock as Sirius wrapped Remus’s arms around his waist.
“That’s it,” Sirius praised. “Be good and hold on tight, just like that for me.” Sirius patted Remus’s hands and trailed his gloved fingers over his bare wrists. “Good boy.”
Remus bit his lip and hoped the sound of the motor drowned out his groan.
Remus cut a piece of his steak—which was cooked and seasoned to perfection, and he really hated to think how much his pleasure was going to cost Sirius. He distantly wondered if the bloody pool his cut of meat sat in was at all enticing to Sirius, who was slowly sipping a glass of red wine next to an untouched basket of bread one of the waitresses had dropped off for him.
“I feel bad that you can’t eat with me,” Remus said for the ninth time that night.
“Don’t,” Sirius chirped, lips pinker than they had been on their casual coffee non-date a week ago. (Definitely seeming more alive than their first encounter during Sirius’s hospital escape.) “I’m full of smoothie and red wine right now. And I have the most gorgeous date who deserves a night out after a successful work week of—” Sirius feigned innocence. “What was it you did again, darling?”
Remus smirked as he chewed, then swallowed. “I’m a shop clerk.”
“For…?”
Remus cut his steak again. “A store.” He glanced up at Sirius, who was watching him with the biggest grin.
“What could possibly be so scandalous that you refuse to tell me after three weeks of knowing each other? Are you under a mob boss’s bankroll? Blackmarket extraordinaire? Do you deal in illegal exotic animals?”
Remus shrugged. “Maybe I’m using the allure of my job’s mystery to keep you entrapped. Ever think of that?” He chuckled. “It’s sort of the only interesting thing about me. I’m rather dull beside that one fun fact.” He popped the last piece of meat in his mouth.
It was quiet, so he looked up to greet Sirius’s silence and was met with the deepest frown he’d seen on Sirius Black the Second’s beautiful face.
“You have no idea of exquisite you are, do you?” Sirius said, as if genuinely confused.
“Exquisite,” Remus repeated. “You make me sound like art.”
“You are art. Which is why I don’t feel bad that I’m eventually going to turn you into one of the undead so I can keep you forever,” Sirius said with a smirk.
Remus brushed off his suspicion and laughed.
As he took a drink of water, their attractively dark and mysterious server, who had been very attentive all evening, stopped by with a small dessert. A scoop of black rice, topped with dark shredded chocolate, scattered with pomegranate seeds and a dark sauce that smelled like spiced peppers, cinnamon, and cocoa.
Remus gasped. “Did you order this?” he immediately accused Sirius in delight as he whipped out his phone to take a picture of the beautiful dessert.
Sirius glowered at the dessert, then turned to glower at the server.
The server shook his head, casting a not-so-subtle glare back at Sirius, then greeted Remus with a full smile that reminded Remus of a skeleton. “It’s on me,” he said with a sly smile. “For being such an easy patron. Perhaps sometime we could—”
Sirius took out his wallet and tossed two hundred-dollar bills on the table like it was blank paper. He abruptly stood and extended his hand to Remus. “Do you mind, darling? I’m feeling a little unsettled.”
Remus balked at the bills on the table, then asked, “Sure, are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” Sirius said with a pained smile. “I’m feeling a little light-headed from the wine and smoothie, and I don’t want to ride until we’ve walked it off a little.”
Remus smiled up at Sirius and took his cold, slender fingers. “Yeah, no worries.” He turned to the server and apologised. “It looks delicious, but I’m already so full. Thank you, though.”
“Maybe just a bite—” the server tried to insist, but Sirius pulled Remus into his side so effortlessly and with a grace that Remus felt like they were dancing.
“No means no, psychopomp,” Sirius hissed and led Remus through the throng of other patrons.
Outside, Remus took in a deep breath of the chilly autumn night and turned to Sirius with a wide grin. “Psychopomp?”
There was a pinch in Sirius’s brow and a slight scowl as if he’d stepped in something. “Does that happen to you a lot?”
“What do you mean?” Remus asked, tightening his grip on Sirius’s hand, and leading them toward the garden park next door.
“Supernatural creatures flocking to you.”
Remus laughed. “You don’t actually believe he was a ferryperson of the dead, do you?”
Sirius pouted. “Yes. And he was trying to trick you into eating the food of the dead. Talk about non-consent.”
Remus chuckled. If you asked him, sure, faeries were absolutely real. But ghosts? Creatures from the Land of the Dead? It all seemed a little far-fetched. He was only half hoping that Sirius Black the Second was a vampire, but if you asked him the chances, he’d still, with certainty, say only 50-50.
“So, you didn’t answer.” Sirius cast a side-glance. “Do supernatural creatures often harass you?”
“Assuming that they’re real?” Remus smiled. “Well. I mean. Back in the village I grew up in, there was this forest that surrounded us. Only one way in and out of town. And there was this guy who lived in the forest.”
Sirius stopped dead in his tracks and gave Remus a troubled look. “Faeries?”
“Yeah. I think. My mum was convinced it was faeries,” Remus said hesitantly.
Sirius threw his hands up in exasperation. “And let me guess, one of them promised they were a prince or something and offered you an eternity of gifts and pleasure for your obedience and company.”
Remus’s eyes went wide. “How do you know that?”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Because they’re nothing but charlatans! He wasn’t a prince. Probably just some backwater fae that lived on the outskirts of the forest. A ‘prince’ of his domain. The gifts he’d bring you would be foraged garbage—mushrooms and whatnot.”
Remus felt his cheeks warm a little. He wasn’t ready to admit he had actually spent a lot of his twenties bitter that he hadn’t accepted the offer.
“So, definitely not steak dinners then,” he said instead.
Sirius melted a little and sighed. He gave Remus a sort of lovey-dovey look and promised, “We’ve only just started, darling. We still have my list of night dinners, and that’s just local fare.” Sirius led them into a dark alcove surrounded by statues struggling to break free from ivy. Even the moonlight shied away from their privacy amidst the night-blooming garden.
Remus sat in the corner of the stone bench, tilting sideways and bringing his leg to curl up and rest on the bench so that he could face Sirius.
And Sirius used it as an excuse to rest his hand on the inside of Remus’s knee, scooting towards his date the way lovers did.
“I had a great time tonight,” Remus said, ducking his head and smiling down at his sweater.
“I like you, Remus Lupin. You’re interesting. I haven’t met anyone interesting in a long time.”
“How long?” Remus mumbled shyly.
“Feels like centuries,” Sirius said, looking away with a bored expression. “Could have been decades, but I try not to count. It’ll just drive me crazy.”
“Decades,” Remus scoffed. “You said the last birthday you celebrated was your 30th. I’m older than you by two years.”
Sirius, quick as lightning, leaned forward and stole a kiss on the corner of Remus’s mouth. He leaned back and said, “You’re too cute, Remus. And far too attractive for me to leave you alone in supernatural company, it appears.”
Remus teased, “You’re really superstitious, aren’t you?”
Sirius trailed his hand from Remus’s knee up his thigh and leaned forward, hovering his chilly breath over Remus’s lips. “Something like that…”
Sirius brushed past his lips and began mouthing at his jawline, cold whispers leaving goosebumps on his skin as Sirius murmured, “The downright wicked things I’m going to do to you, Remus Lu—”
Remus pulled Sirius’s hair into his fist and angled Sirius’s mouth back to his and kissed him hard. He mashed their lips together, teeth biting and dragging on Sirius’s lips, sucking it into his mouth until the pale skin turned pink.
Sirius let out a whimper of surprise as Remus manhandled him into submission. Sirius’s face relaxed, his mouth falling open as Remus delved and explored. Sirius went to trail his hand up Remus’s side when Remus caught it and locked his fingers around it.
“I think—” Remus breathed heavily, staring down at Sirius’s spit-slick lip. “—you mean the wicked things I’m going to do to you, Sirius Black the Second.” Remus leaned back in and laved his tongue over Sirius’s bottom lip, licking up the coating of saliva covering it, stealing a taste of Sirius as Sirius fought to touch him again. Remus squeezed Sirius’s wrist again. “I didn’t say you could touch, baby,” Remus’s warning ghosted across Sirius’s kiss-bitten lips.
He ran his warm hand over Sirius’s stomach, brushing his fingers up under the black silk shirt and digging his nails into cool skin.
Sirius groaned. “And I don’t follow orders—”
Remus shoved Sirius away from him, pushing him to sit back against the bench.
He raised an eyebrow, wondering just how long it would take for Sirius to do anything and everything that he was told.
He dropped off the bench to kneel between Sirius’s black denim-covered thighs and gazed up at him.
His maybe-vampire’s date mouth dropped open as Remus leaned down to mouth at the bulge in Sirius’s jeans.
Grappling at the edge of the stone bench, Sirius jerked as Remus stretched his mouth wide around his clothed cock and blew a deep warm breath, hot air seeping through the denim and awakening Sirius’s cock.
“You’re so fucking warm,” Sirius nearly choked. “Do that again, please, do that again—”
“Shhh, baby.” Remus smirked, settling his knees on the damp ground, the fabric of his trousers digging into the dirt. “If you’re too loud, people will hear you. You don’t want people to see you writhing like a desperate slut right out in the open like this, right?” He heard Sirius moan at the name, and Remus smiled darkly. “Already moaning and I haven’t even touched you yet. You get off on being caught like a whore, don’t you?”
“Fuck—I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but thank fuck I found you first,” Sirius breathed out. “Fucking psychopomp, and faeries, and that goddamn poltergeist—”
Remus smiled to himself as he took his time unbuckling Sirius’s belt, fumbling with the button slowly, and then yanked Sirius’s jeans over his hips.
Remus swallowed at the sight of Sirius springing free, his thick cock the rosiest he’d seen any part of Sirius’s body, just begging to be touched.
“No panties?” Remus asked, locking eyes with Sirius. The last bits of pale grey in Sirius’s irises were blown away as Remus leaned forward, opened his mouth, and poked out his glistening tongue. Saliva dripped down and collecting at the tip, and Remus languidly licked a stripe along the length of Sirius’s cock, catching the tip and following the shaft up and up, until he was pressing kisses to the base, nose nuzzling the dark, soft hair surrounding it.
Sirius squeezed his eyes shut, and he gripped onto the stone bench, his other hand nestling into Remus’s wild curls and pulling.
Sirius panted. “Fuck. Your mouth is so fucking hot.”
“Tell me how much you want me.” He took Sirius’s cock into his warm hand and squeezed, playing with the pressure. “Tell me how much you like me again.” He set a rhythm that had Sirius’s hips rising off the bench, meeting each of Remus’s strokes. “Tell me, baby. Tell me and I’ll let you fuck my mouth anytime, anywhere.”
“I—fuck!” Sirius cried out as Remus licked at him again. Sirius swallowed another cry as his cock wept, tight under Remus’s punishing fingers as he pumped him lower.
“I’m still waiting, baby,” Remus taunted.
“Please, I want to feel your mouth,” Sirius said loudly, but Remus shushed him again. He panted, hips rolling up into Remus’s fist. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as your hot mouth around my cock. Your tongue is like fire, I want to burn in it,” Sirius whispered reverently.
“You love this, don’t you?” Remus said lowly, leaning forward to flick his wet tongue over the white bead of pre-cum at the tip of Sirius’s beautiful cock. “Pretty cock on display… I bet your arse is just as pretty. I can’t wait to spread you open, sink my cock into your pretty hole, listen to you cry out with no one around to interrupt us.” Remus leaned down and bit into the soft flesh of Sirius’s thigh until Sirius whined. He let off and demanded, “Tell me how much you want it.”
“Remus, please,” Sirius whined, tightening his hold on Remus’s curls, gripping onto the stone even harder.
“I gave you an order,” Remus hummed nonchalantly, running his tongue around the head of Sirius’s cock again. He circled it, slowly loops, dragging even slower back to the start. Sirius’s leg spasmed. “You might not like following orders, but you’re only going to get to come if you listen, baby.”
“Please,” Sirius practically sobbed as Remus sucked the tip of his cock into his warm mouth.
Remus smiled. “I like when you beg for it. But that’s not what I asked you to do.”
He raked his eyes up Sirius’s body, the way the undone buttons of his shirt fell open even wider, his pale stomach and the dark hair trailing down it rising and falling.
“Now, tell me how much you want it,” Remus said, pumping Sirius’s cock harder, faster, making Sirius jolt from the bench. “Tell me how much of a whore you are for it, and I’ll let you come.”
Sirius bucked his hips up into Remus’s fist, flying faster over his cock. “I need it—I need your lips around my cock,” Sirius whimpered. “I’ll do anything. I’ll give you anything—I’ll give you everything. It’ll all be ours. Just you and me—” Sirius choked on a sob as Remus finally captured the head of Sirius’s cock and sucked earnestly. “It’ll be us and no one can stop us,” Sirius said, hand guiding Remus’s head. “We can do anything we fucking want. We’ll have anything we fucking wish, we can be—we can—fuck, Remus, please! I need to come.”
He took Sirius into his mouth again, this time with determination. He dragged his tongue over the underside of it, digging the tip of his tongue into Sirius’s cock harder as fingers yanked his head forward. He worked in a little more into his mouth and slurped at the drool escaping the seams of his lips. Sirius’s cock was still cool, so he made sure to work the hot cavern of his mouth over it, pushing hot air from his throat around it until Sirius careened in the darkness.
Remus was determined to be the best blowjob of his maybe-vampire date’s life.
Sirius’s gasped, mouth open in a silent scream as Remus dragged him further towards the edge of his orgasm. “I’m going to come—please, darling, let me come in you—” Sirius brought his head forward to gaze down his torso at Remus between his thighs.
Remus’s eyelashes fluttered open, and he gazed up, mouth full of cock, lips stretched obscenely, slick and glistening with pre-cum and saliva. He slid his hands up from Sirius’s thighs and gripped him by his arse, pulling him forward, swallowing as much of Sirius into his mouth as he could take.
Sirius thrust up, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat, making him gag, making him sing a siren’s song made just for Sirius, one to drown him in pleasure.
Sirius whined long and loud, no longer concerned about anyone else who might be in the night-garden. Remus felt Sirius grip him by his hair, forcing him to take the cock in his mouth in deeper, inch after inch, over and over.
“I’m going to give you the world, darling,” Sirius whined.
He coughed as Sirius began to hit his throat harder, propelling himself deeper.
“We’re going to fuck in palaces and tombs, and I want everyone to hear you make me come—”
Sirius’s hips stuttered under his mouth and he faintly registered in his light-headedness that the sound of his own gagging echoing in the stone alcove went quiet. The night went still as Sirius pushed himself as deep as he could into his mouth, pushing and pushing until Remus relented and swallowed, feeling Sirius’s cock slide into his throat and hearing Sirius groan with one final thrust.
Sirius held him there, shallowly grinding his hips into Remus’s face as Remus coughed, spit spraying out of the corners of his mouth.
“Don’t swallow—” Sirius quickly pulled back, allowing Remus to breathe as his cock emptied in Remus’s warm mouth. “—don’t swallow yet,” Sirius choked out hoarsely. “I want to see you full of me, darling.”
Remus pushed the cum sliding down the back of his throat forward, trying to keep what was left of it around his tongue as Sirius softened in his mouth.
When he let Sirius’s spent cock fall from his lips, he hovered between Sirius’s thighs with warm, milky saliva pooling around his pink tongue. White cum surrounding white teeth.
Sirius panted and dragged his hand out of Remus’s curls, and Remus immediately felt the relief of his hair being released from Sirius’s inhumanly strong grip.
“Let me see, my darling,” Sirius said, cupping Remus’s face in one hand and dragging his thumb across the seam of Remus’s sealed lips.
Remus opened his mouth and pushed up his tongue, feeling the white drool sliding off of it, a stream of it pushing over the edge of his bottom lip and dropping along his chin.
“Fuck me… I’m the luckiest bastard,” Sirius whispered. “Be a good boy and swallow for me.”
Remus closed his mouth and obediently swallowed, then opened it back up so that Sirius could see how good he was.
Sirius darted forward and took Remus by the chin and licked a stripe up the fallen trail of spit and cum along his chin. He lapped at the droplets until Remus was clean then pressed a delicate kiss to Remus’s nose. He whispered, “There’s my good boy.”
Remus rose off the ground, his knees cold, dirty, and damp, and hovered before Sirius. He pointedly looked at the bench by Sirius’s hand, a broken crag of stone jutting out as pieces continued to crumble from it onto the dirt.
Sirius’s eyes widened, and he quickly said, “These old benches—they can make anyone feel superhuman—”
“When I met you, you were running away from the hospital with a cooler bag,” Remus said, desire still heavy in his voice.
“I—I told you,” Sirius stuttered, face panicked, eyes still glazed over from the high of his orgasm. “I was rushing to get icecream home.”
Remus leaned forward, looking Sirius firmly in the eye. Sirius was still catching his breath. “But you’re on a strict liquid diet.”
“Well—”
“And you’re nocturnal,” Remus added.
Sirius deflected, “So are you, darling.”
“Yeah, but I’m not the one with a sunlight allergy.”
Sirius yanked his jeans up and zipped them, button and belt hanging undone. He jumped to his feet and pulled at Remus’s hand as if afraid Remus was going to run from him.
“Remus… I—I’m not—”
He felt himself watching Sirius, wondering if his gaze was as piercing as it felt.
Sirius broke under it, then sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat. “I’m… I’m exactly what you think I am.” He bit his lip, awaiting Remus’s judgement.
Remus cradled his face and brushed his thumb across it until Sirius stopped biting. “I had a feeling,” Remus said thoughtfully. “50-50.”
“I thought I had more time to woo you before I dropped the biggest red flag in human history,” Sirius pouted.
Remus smiled, a quirk of his lips really, and confessed, “I work at a sex shop. Amortentia Adult Toys. I’ve worked there for four years. I’m bad at maths and when I can’t be fussed with a calculator, I’ll make up my own prices when I’m ringing people.”
Sirius relaxed at the absurdity of Remus’s response.
“I moved to Mystic Hallows for college, but dropped out because they were telling me to read books I didn’t want to. And because I didn’t have time to read the ones I wanted,” Remus continued. “And, sometimes I can’t afford to go to the laundromat because I don’t know how to save money and I spend it all on things that make me temporarily happy. So, I re-wear my clothes, but if it gets too bad, I steal quarters from the till.”
Sirius burst into a fit of giggling. “That’s the thing you decide is weird enough to combat the fact that I’m a vampire? That you work in a sex shop and you steal quarters to wash your clothes?”
“That and I’m a little kinkier than the cardigans let on…” Remus grinned and leaned closer to rest their foreheads against each other’s.
Sirius hummed, bringing his hands up to rest on Remus’s chest. “I had a feeling, too,” he copied. “50-50.”
Remus bumped their noses. “I’m not fazed by your red flag. Take me back to your estate, Sirius Black the Second.”
Sirius smirked. “The First, actually. I may be impersonating myself—”
Remus surged forward and kissed Sirius, pressing his hips against Sirius’s, grinding the hard bulge of his cock into Sirius’s thigh, then licked into Sirius’s mouth in a dirty kiss. Remus relished it, the taste of wine still lingering on Sirius’s tongue, the cool, wet slide of it against his. He deepened it, and the wet sound of their mouths sliding so loud in the quiet night as he rut against Sirius’s hip echoed in the alcove. He pressed his cock into Sirius’s hip, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
Sirius broke away and Remus desperately tried to follow his mouth.
“Stop, or we’ll end up fucking in the bushes,” Sirius whined, pushing weakly at Remus’s chest. He sobered a little and looked up at Remus through his lashes. “So… You’re really not scared of what I can do to you?”
Remus leaned forward and bit at Sirius’s earlobe, scraping his teeth along the flesh then whispered, “I think you’re the one who should be scared of what I can do to you.”
Sirius shuddered and reached down for Remus’s hand, all but dragging him towards the parking lot.
Notes:
now we're getting into the real shit!!!
there will be blood.
a warning, but also a little enticing teaser for my fellow vampkink lovers :)
Chapter 3: Demi-Gods & Cumdumps (vampSex, bloodkink)
Summary:
tw: blood, biting, degradation, light spanking, anal sex
Chapter Text
Remus had no idea he ended up crowded into the corner of the foyer of the great Ancient House of Black’s Family Estate.
Somewhere along the way, he’d lost his helmet, his bag, his gloves, shoes, and as Sirius knelt down before him, was about to lose his trousers.
“Sirius,” Remus panted with kiss-bitten lips.
And then Sirius had the audacity to look up at him with those supernatural grey eyes, fluttering fans of dark lashes highlighting them, and Remus was done for.
Remus pulled Sirius back up and entrapped him within his arms, pulling at Sirius’s waist, holding him tight against his cock struggling to break free from his open trouser zipper. “Baby, get me to your bed.” He leaned forward and whispered hotly in Sirius’s ear, sending shivers down through Sirius’s body. “I want to make you scream properly.” He lay open-mouthed kisses along Sirius’s jaw. “Just like you deserve.”
“Fuck me,” Sirius cursed, hand snaking down Remus’s pants and wrapping his elegant fingers around Remus’s cock.
“That’s the ide—ah,” he moaned, all clever thoughts leaving his head as Sirius swiped the head of Remus’s cock with his thumb.
“Come on, Loverboy,” Sirius murmured, kissing Remus one last time. “Time to make due on your promises.” Sirius withdrew his hand and latched onto Remus’s waist, hauling him up and over his shoulder and walking through the grand, dark-pillared halls.
Remus talked nonsensical, commenting on everything he saw in passing, but Sirius paid no attention and continued to grope and massage Remus’s arsecheek until they arrived in a lavish room and he tossed Remus onto his dark sheets of a bed, crawling over him, stalking him like prey.
Sirius’s eyes turned black again with what Remus thought had to be more than arousal. Sirius looked hungry, and Remus felt the need to sink his cock into Sirius while Sirius sank his teeth into him.
“Bite me,” Remus breathed out, staring back into those devouring eyes as he fumbled with the zipper of Sirius’s jeans.
Sirius shrugged them off, pulling his silk shirt over his head in one motion until he hovered naked over Remus on all fours.
Remus kicked down his pants and trousers as Sirius pushed Remus’s cardigan off his shoulders, reaching for the hem of his jersey shirt and ripping it off so fast that it mussed his curls, sticking out in handsomely disheveled angles.
“I’m going to eat you,” Sirius whispered reverently, trailing his hand down from Remus’s neck, along his chest, nail catching a nipple and making Remus flinch in pleasure. Sirius dragged his hand across Remus’s stomach, flattening his palm against the hair trailing down to his groin and, at last, encircled his fingers around Remus’s cock once again.
Remus’s mouth parted, soft pants escaping him as Sirius stroked him slowly—up and down—so torturously slow that he grew impatient. He pushed Sirius over on the massive bed, slamming him back down against the mattress and moving between his thighs until Sirius lay beneath him, legs spread wide, cock on his stomach and pale-pink hole stretched wide around an anal plug.
Remus reached down and gripped the base, pushing it further into Sirius, making the vampire squirm as he fucked him shallowly with the promise of fucking him deeper.
“A little presumptuous for a first date, don’t you think?” Remus taunted, craning his neck down to capture Sirius’s lips.
Sirius opened his mouth, lips prying Remus’s wide as well, and thrusted his tongue forward, thick coats of saliva mixing until all they could taste was how well they blended.
Remus broke the kiss, lips still touching, and spoke, “How badly do you want to taste me?”
Sirius groaned, running his hands up Remus’s back. “I’ve never wanted someone’s cock and blood in me this bad in my damned life, but—” Sirius pushed Remus back slightly, just enough to get his wrist up to his mouth.
His eyes darkened, the shadows under them becoming more intense, and his fangs began to protrude, sinking down like stalactites in a cave. He bit into his pale wrist, sucking momentarily, then pulled his mouth back and a thin bloody trail seeped from the two puncture wounds.
Remus stared transfixed.
“Drink me,” Sirius begged breathlessly, writhing underneath Remus’s hand, now palming his sensitive cock. “Drink my blood and you’ll lose yourself to pleasure you’ve never known.” He lifted his bleeding wrist to Remus’s mouth, who stared at the dark red streams running down Sirius’s delicate forearm.
“Will it hurt you?” Remus asked gently then flicked his eyes up to Sirius’s, full of desperate desire. Remus smirked and asked lowly, “Or is that the point?”
Sirius’s mouth hung open as he breathed heavily under Remus’s massaging palm.
Remus captured Sirius’s wrist with his mouth and lapped at the metallic liquid with his tongue, sucking lightly at first.
Then his body jolted with electricity.
He let go of Sirius’s cock and gripped Sirius’s wrist with both hands, hard enough to bruise, forcing Sirius’s bleeding wrist closer, trying to devour his skin, his blood, his essence—what it meant to thirst for someone’s entire being.
Remus sucked and sucked, drawing more vampire blood into his throat, suddenly dry, parched, and aching, as if there wasn’t enough blood in all of Sirius to soothe it.
Sirius threw his head back and moaned underneath him, spurning him on harder. Remus made love to Sirius’s wrist, to his blood, and swallowed it down by the mouthful until he realized he no longer felt just-human.
Not human.
Not a vampire.
Like a god.
Remus tore his mouth away, the lower half of his face tinged crimson with smears and smatters of red. And he slammed Sirius’s bleeding wrist down against the dark silk-covered mattress, kissing him hungrily, letting new instincts and power take control of him.
“Lube,” Remus demanded. “Now.”
Sirius, in his haze of pleasure-filled blood loss, reached up to his mouth and bit twice along his palm, reaching down to coat Remus’s hanging heavy cock in a thick coat of vampire blood.
Remus ripped the metal plug from Sirius’s arse without care and tossed it. It bounced loudly off the nearby wall, denting the plaster, leaving a crack in the marble where it ricocheted.
Remus stared at the gouge in the wall in confusion, but Sirius pulled his face back to him, smearing more blood from his bleeding hand along the curve of Remus’s cheek, begging, “Remus.”
Sirius dragged their mouths back to each other and kissed Remus, minding his fangs.
Remus reached down and took ahold of his cock, lining the bloody tip against Sirius’s begging hole, and pressed forward, the head pushing against the ring. He pulled his head back a breath’s distance and demanded, “Beg for it.”
Sirius’s eyes fluttered closed, his hips moving up as if trying to penetrate himself on Remus’s cock.
“I said, ‘Beg.’” Remus dipped his hips down, barely splitting Sirius’s hole, just holding himself and making the stretch burn. “Tell me how much of a whore you are. Tell me how you want me to fuck you and drink you dry, and I’ll give you cock like no other.”
Sirius whined, scrambling at Remus’s hips, trying to draw him nearer, but Remus was stronger now, not so easily man-handled, and he reached back and slapped his hand hard against the outside of Sirius’s pale thigh, so hard it would leave a mark if Sirius wasn’t undead.
“Tell me.”
“I’m yours,” Sirius begged. “My body, my blood—it belongs to you, Remus. Please fuck me. Use me. Break me in half. Let me be your slave.” Sirius rolled his hips up, trying to take Remus just an inch deeper. “All I want is you,” he whispered reverently. “All I’ve ever wanted is you. Just fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.”
Remus pushed his hips forward, slowly stretching Sirius open, dipping the head of his cock past the tight rim and making Sirius gasp and squirm.
“Whose cock does this hole belong to?”
“Yours,” Sirius panted, feeling the burn of Remus’s warm body sinking into him.
“Who do you belong to?” Remus asked, pushing forward and forward, the slick blood urging him to sink in deeper.
“You,” Sirius pleaded.
“Say you’re a cockslut.”
“I’m a cockslu—ah!”
Remus shoved the rest of the way in, jolting Sirius up the mattress under him with his newfound strength.
“Say…” Remus smirked wickedly. “You’re my bloodslut.”
“I’m your bloodslut—” Sirius moaned at the drag of Remus’s cock. “I’m your bloodslut—I’m—” he chanted it, ringing off his tongue like a prayer as Remus slid out from his hole and shoved himself back in, propelled by the sanguine slick along his cock, collecting at the rim of Sirius’s hole.
“More,” Remus commanded, straightening up on his knees and grappling Sirius’s trembling thighs with denting fingers and burning palms.
Sirius felt his head knocking into the wooden frame of the headboard, his mouth permanently fixed open in a cry. His eyes glossed over until unshed tears obscured the black hungriness. He brought his hand back up and bit into it, over and over, puncturing his palm until it oozed red with bloody welts and pierces, until the surrounding air hung heavy with the scent of rust and sex.
Remus leaned down and captured Sirius’s outstretched hand with his mouth, sucking deeply, stealing a few mouthfuls for himself before collecting the sticky, thick red ooze in his mouth. He pulled back and bent his head, spitting below onto his cock, fucking Sirius’s arse with abandon.
Sirius watched the beautiful sight of his Remus, Sirius’s own eternal life dripping red from his human’s teeth. Remus pulled Sirius’s legs up higher around his waist, his arse lifting off the bed as Remus plowed into him, the sheer force sending the heavy bedframe smashing into the beautiful maroon velvet-wallpaper, ruining it, destroying it the way Remus’s cock was destroying Sirius’s tight arse.
Sirius tossed his head back. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—”
“Bloodslut,” Remus taunted, growing breathless as his cock pounded and plunged into Sirius’s arse, the rim of Sirius’s hole gripping onto the shaft, trying to keep it buried deep inside as if Remus had any intention of leaving Sirius’s arse until it leaked with red-streaked cum. “Did you imagine this? Did you imagine me swallowing down your blood so that I could fuck you the way you wanted, the way you deserve?”
Sirius’s head smashed against the headboard, the pain, the light-headedness, the feeling of Remus’s thick cock slamming into him, brushing up against the spot deep within him that made his toes curl and him see light in all his eternal darkness.
“How long were you going to pretend you didn’t need to be bent in half and fucked like a whore?” Remus egged on, skin hitting skin, balls slapping against Sirius’s plump, pale arse high in the air, presented to Remus’s like a prized toy for him to fuck and use as he wanted. “Were you going to humour poor human Remus Lupin, trying to make you come when all you wanted was for me to fuck you good?” Remus hissed darkly, “To fuck you stupid?”
Sirius’s eyes fluttered open, and he felt his body tense at the sight. Remus, eyes dark, curls ruffled and wild, his mouth and side of his face smeared in red while blood collected around his teeth, sat pooled along his gums, and dripped down off his chin leaving beads of red trailing along the contours of his chest.
“Unngh—Ughhh—Uh—Re—Remus—I can’t—”
“Come for me, bloodslut—” Remus said through gritted teeth, the pressure in his teased cock finally coming to a head.
He felt his stomach coil, his thighs tense so hard he felt like a string pulled tight, so tight he could snap any moment.
“Let me hear you, let me hear how badly you want me to use you. My own personal bloodslut, a high and mighty vampire, nothing but a used cumdump for my human cock—”
“Rem—AHH! Fuck!”
Sirius’s torso shot up into the air, his back arching off the bed as Remus held his legs up in the air, giving him nothing to grab, no purchase to ground himself as his orgasm wrecked him, waves of pleasure wracking his body as the light-headedness, the tightness of his throat, the pain of his bitten body sunk in.
His legs spasmed, his feet curling and uncurling and tensing again as Remus fucked into his arse, chasing his own climax.
Remus pounded into Sirius, spearing his lifted body onto his cock and making the vampire scream.
“Fuck—” Remus cursed, so close to his orgasm, he could taste it mingling with Sirius’s sweet blood on his tongue, slick on his lips. He licked his bottom lip, getting another taste, enjoying the rush of strength and pleasure filling his body just from the one swipe of his tongue. “Fucking take it, baby. Be good and use that arse to squeeze my cock.”
Sirius, blissed out of his mind, did his best to be obedient, to do as he was told, and squeezed his hole, coaxing the cum from Remus’s cock.
“Most beautiful fucking arse in the world,” Remus panted, his eyes fluttering shut, his hips snapping, his cock penetrating deep within the walls of Sirius’s hole. “And it’s mine. You’re all mine. No one is ever going to have you again.”
“Remus,” Sirius whimpered through the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Remus’s hips began to stutter as he plowed into Sirius. “Fuck—this arse—” three thrusts “—you ready, baby?” two “Come on, take it—take it—take my cock—that’s it—that’s—FUCK!” He slammed into Sirius’s arse, jolting him forward, Sirius’s neck craning up and to the side of the headboard as Remus used him as his own cumdump.
Remus spilled inside Sirius, his cum pushing deeper, spilling out of his hole only when Remus languidly thrust in a second and third time to ensure that everything was spent in his lover.
Sirius lay there, barely breathing, already near unconsciousness, and Remus fell on top of him, pressing blood kisses to Sirius’s clean, pale face.
He rolled off Sirius, his cock slipping out of his hole and with it, a trail of red cum leaking from him and down the crack of his arse. Remus craned his neck to watch it. A mixture of Sirius’s red and his white falling from Sirius’s body, and he dipped his finger through it, massaging it back onto Sirius’s used hole. Remus slipped his index finger inside and pulled the rim to the side, stretching it the way his cock did moments before, watching Sirius’s hole gape, his body already so pliant as if awaiting more cock.
“Remus,” Sirius mumbled sleepily.
Remus sidled up behind Sirius, his other hand drifting in comforting circles over Sirius’s hip.
“I want this forever,” Sirius whispered into the dark.
Remus buried his face into Sirius’s dark, wavy hair, and grinned. “You can have me forever.”
Remus slid two fingers into Sirius’s arse and left them there, delighting in how Sirius’s body slowly tightened back around them.
They lay there in the dark, Sirius bitten and pushed full of Remus, and Remus’s body coursing with Sirius’s blood.
Chapter 4: Werewolves & Dildos (DP, rough oral)
Notes:
No beta. We die like Byxbee.
cw: ofc anal sex, blood, alluding to many bitings but only 1 actual bite in this chapter, gratuitous consensual degradation, a mere hint of Daddy kink, rough oral, spanking uhhhh i think that's it for tags.... pretty tame this chapter, i'll make the next one more unhinged, scout's honour 🫡
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Remus settled into the mattress behind Sirius and used his hand to bob Sirius’s mouth over the tan cock affixed to the mirror until the silicone shone with spit. It was a perfect cast of his cock, engorged and thick, precise down to the last bulging vein.
“Roll that tongue, baby. Show me how much you love my cock in your mouth—”
Sirius ran his tongue over the ridges, stretching his aching jaw, and gazed up at Remus, waiting to be called a good boy, his human’s perfect pet—Remus’s eternal cockwhore again.
But Remus drew out the torture, slowly pumping Sirius’s mouth over the toy. He dipped down to lick at the bite wounds on Sirius’s shoulder and dug his tongue into puncture marks that had run dry of blood already. His gaze flicked up at the mirror, up through dark lashes, a devious and dangerous look in his eye as he opened his mouth wide and revealed the sharp glinting metal caps on his canines. The titanium fangs, gifted to him by the very victim of his overzealous biting, glinted in the single light of the room.
Sirius’s eyes darkened at the sight of Remus looking like him, that much closer to being one of them, the Undead.
Remus teasingly scraped the razor points of his fangs along Sirius’s bloody shoulder, catching the constellation of fang-pricked wounds that made Sirius’s cock swell and ache. He squeezed his thighs together, shifting on his knees in the cramped space between Remus’s legs, trapping them, keeping his body delicately balanced and completely at Remus’s mercy.
The silky hardness of Remus’s slick cock rubbed against the cleft of Sirius’s arse, making the growing frustration unbearable.
“Is one cock not enough again?” Remus’s voice buzzed along the shell of his ear. He shoved his hips against Sirius’s arse, bullying his vampire lover’s body forward and helplessly sending him choking on the silicone cast of Remus’s cock again. “Does my cockslut need both of his holes filled? I can fuck you, but what if I don’t let you come again, hm?”
Remus turned and pressed a hard, tauntingly loud kiss to Sirius’s neck and smiled up at their reflections in the mirror, titanium fangs poking out from his lips. “Are you willing to kneel here and take it like a good whore until Daddy’s had his fill of you? Will you be still and let Daddy dump another load in you? You’re so full of my cum already, it’s spilling out of you without my cock buried inside to trap it.”
Sirius pleaded, a pathetic whine that rose higher in his throat and muffled with the cock stuffed between his lips.
Remus leaned back up behind Sirius, keeping his arm outstretched to hold Sirius’s mouth on the toy, trapping him in place as he lined the blunt head of his cock with Sirius’s arse. The rounded head pushed against the rosy pink ring, and he watched as his cock pushed and pushed, making his lover's tight hole stretch around him, forcing him open for Remus’s use again.
“You’re still so tight, baby,” Remus praised, shallowly thrusting until Sirius cried in frustration again. “After this whole night of being used up. Who would’ve known all I had to do to get your arse ready for another round was to make you choke on a little cock?”
Remus thrusted forward, the smooth glide of milky cum spilling out of Sirius’s arse propelling him deeper.
Sirius moaned unabashedly and fluttered his pretty silver eyes closed, surrendering himself to the feel of Remus’s cock splitting him open again, but the cracking slap of his lover’s palm stung across the blushing curve of his plump arse.
A surprised, muffled squeal tore through the quietness of the small dingy studio, and blinking back tears, Sirius watched pitifully as Remus withdrew his cock again in punishment, leaving him aching, gaping around nothing once again.
“I said—” Remus hovered forward and used his hand buried in Sirius’s silky dark hair to fuck the toy deeper into his mouth. “—‘Eyes open,’ my love.”
Sirius’s throat spasmed with the intrusion, his eyes squeezing shut involuntarily as he gagged with Remus’s cruel pushes back and forth.
One—two—three—Remus fucked the toy deeper into his throat as he commanded, “Eyes. Open.”
Spit dribbled from Sirius’s mouth, droplets running down his chin, as he helplessly submitted to Remus’s order and forced his watery eyes back up on the mirror. He winced a little as Remus held him on the cock, but obediently kept them trained on Remus’s blurring figure in the mirror's reflection.
Remus loosened his hold ever so slightly, but enough for the vampire to splutter, glistening lips mouthing at the sides of Remus’s silicone cock as his cheeks puffed out with sprays of spit around the toy’s shaft.
“This is a special occasion,” Remus said, smoothing his hand over Sirius’s abused arsecheek. “You get to be filled up by two of me. You don’t want to miss a moment of it, do you?” He squeezed his hand, digging his fingertips into the raw flesh, nails scratching and leaving more red trails that declared Sirius was his. “Maybe we should make a third next time. Do you think you could fit one more in for me?”
Sirius whimpered at the thought. He’d take whatever Remus gave him as long as Remus finally let him come. He blinked away his tears and followed the path of drying blood smeared around his human lover’s mouth, the streams of it sliding down his neck, curving around his adam’s apple, and trailing off onto his chest. Remus’s nipple rings jostled with the weights pulling at them, and—fuck—all he wanted to hear was the sound of them clinking as Remus fucked him towards the edge of oblivion once more.
“My pretty pet,” Remus cooed. “Look at you, my immortal fucktoy. Just another pretty creature desperate for my cock.”
Remus let go of his grip on Sirius’s hair and ran his fingers soothingly over his aching scalp as a treat.
“How does it feel? To know that I can have any creature of the night begging for me to fuck them—” he spread his fingers, threading them between the strands, and took hold of Sirius’s head again, “—but you’re the only one who gets to feel my cum sliding inside you.”
His vampire let out another muffled moan.
“Be a good bloodslut and tell me you know what a lucky whore you are.”
Sirius tried to pull back off the toy, tried to answer like a good pet and end his agony, but Remus—hand fisted in Sirius’s hair—cruelly kept the bulbous tip of the toy precariously at the back of his mouth, even giving light, teasing pushes to keep him on the precipice of choking. Because Remus could, and because he knew Sirius would take it with the promise of coming still hanging over them.
“Aww, did you lose interest?” Remus pouted. “Does my bloodslut not want to come anymore?”
Sirius shook his head within Remus’s grasp, trying to throw the toy out of his mouth so he could buck Remus’s hand from his hair and answer.
“Mmmmph!”
“Speak up, darling. I’m starting to think you just want to be my cumdump tonight—that you don’t want me to touch that beautiful cock of yours. Is that it? You just want to be filled up with cum and left untouched? Well, if my cockslut isn’t interested…”
“Mmmph—mmmm—mmm—” Sirius pleaded with his eyes. After a moment of Remus smirking down at him, Sirius's shoulders sagged and he sighed through his nose. He nodded his head, as much as Remus’s clawed fingers would allow, and hoped that would be enough to quell his lover’s sadism.
“I guess that’ll have to do,” Remus tsked in disappointment. “I’m feeling benevolent, so you’ll get your fill of cock again. Only because this perfect arse...” He moved his free hand along the smooth curves of Sirius’s spanked arsecheeks and trailed his fingers between them, his thumb tracing down the cleft and around the rosy, glistening cum-soaked ring of Sirius’s hole in circles. “This beautiful, perfect arse was made for it.” He slowly dipped his thumb inside, playing with the stretch. “So wet for me, ready to be fucked over and over again like a cheap whore.”
Sirius’s eyes began to close as Remus pressed his thumb fully inside his arse and rubbed along the soft walls, searching for the edge of his prostate to rile him up more, but not quite deep enough. Sirius tried to move his arse back, his futile attempt to feel his overwhelmed prostate stimulated again, when Remus pulled his hand away completely and lifted his thumb to suck on the slick milkiness coating it. He smiled and licked his metallic fangs, as if trying to magically draw more of Sirius’s euphoric blood from them.
They’d been blood-sharing for hours—to where Remus was fucking like a god and Sirius’s body was warm and blushing.
Before Remus continued their game, he asked earnestly, “Do you need to feed some more?”
Sirius lifted his hooded gaze to Remus’s reflection, all haughtiness gone from his human’s eyes. He shook his head, “no.”
“Are you okay with me biting you again? Just once more. I want a taste of you, my love.”
Sirius nodded in anticipation, sparks of desire igniting the silver of his eyes.
Remus resumed his manhandling and trailed his free hand down Sirius’s warm back. “You need to feed more often, pet. You’re so pretty in red.” He ran his palm along Sirius’s smooth spine, pressing harder and harder, pushing at his lower back until Sirius’s back arched, raising his punished arse high in the air for Remus to admire, presenting his soaked hole to Remus’s liking.
“Keep like that. Don’t move.” Remus reached around and took hold of Sirius’s weeping cock. “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll fuck you so good.”
Sirius squealed around the toy at the jolt of pleasure, the rough strokes of Remus’s hand.
“Look at yourself while I take care of you. See how breathtaking you are?” Remus pumped his hand faster, his grip loosening, drawing out the pleasure longer. “That’s what I see every time you sink to your knees. My mighty dark creature, worshipping my human cock while writhing on the dirty floor in stained panties.”
Sirius moaned around Remus’s silicone dildo, losing himself in the ecstasy of Remus’s strokes and filthy words.
"I said arch your back," Remus ordered harshly, tearing his hand away and roughly pressing his lover's lower back until his hole was presented again. Remus chuckled and returned his attention back to Sirius's weeping cock. “So insatiable. You just want all my cum fucked into you, don’t you? You were born for this, my love—made to be fucked on your knees, split between two cocks. But only mine will do, won’t it?”
Remus abandoned Sirius’s cock and rushed to line his own with his hole, then slipped the head in without warning and started a new rhythm, a push and pull of deliberate thrusts meant to chase their pleasure instead of drawing out Sirius’s torment.
Sirius whimpered, obediently keeping his eyes on the mirror and watching as Remus leaned down over his arched back, whispered breath against his fang-torn shoulder.
“My prized cumwhore," he murmured lowly.
Sirius’s begging moans grew louder as Remus fucked him harder, with shorter thrusts, driving himself deeper.
“Oh, baby, I know,” Remus cooed. “Your arse belongs to me, your lips were meant to be pried apart and stuffed full, and I’m going to make sure you always feel it. I’m going to plug you up and gag you when I’m not using you, so you only ever know the burn of waiting for my cock and the reward of me fucking you with it. My beautiful pet. The luckiest, most fuckable bloodslut of the Undead.”
Remus pressed a gentle kiss to Sirius’s shoulder, a stark contrast to the slapping of his hips against Sirius’s stinging arse.
His lover's cock hung hard, throbbing, twitching with each pound of Remus’s cock into his wide, stretched hole.
“Hold still,” Remus commanded breathlessly, his patience running out. “Daddy just wants another taste—” Remus drew his mouth open wide, lining his fangs with the curve of Sirius’s shoulder, and sank the titanium teeth into his pale skin. The metallic tang of sweet vampire blood coated his tongue, a crimson river flowing into his mouth and staining his teeth. Sirius gasped as Remus drove the fangs in deeper, harder, more animalistic, devoid of the finesse of an experienced vampire. He lapped at the metallic saccharine trails and sucked deeply on the puncture wounds, leaving Sirius’s skin with red and purple bruises once he had his fill.
Remus tore away, breathing heavily through his mouth. The air was cold and electrifying on the warm immortal ichor against his lips and tongue. His body thrummed with an influx of strength and endurance. His senses heightened so that the mere pressure of Sirius’s arse wrapped around the shaft of his cock, squeezing tighter with every thrust back into it, was enough to make him come in his vampire again.
He finally pulled his hand away from Sirius’s hair, settling his palms on the round fleshy cheeks of Sirius’s arse and spread them wide, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward. He drove his cock back in with enough strength and force to shove the full length of Remus’s silicone cock into Sirius’s throat.
A chorus of gagging filled a crowded space between Remus, Sirius's body, and the mirror.
Remus watched Sirius move in tandem with his thrusts between his two cocks. He pushed and sent Sirius flying forward onto the cock affixed to the mirror only to grip him by the flesh of his arse and hips and slam him back down on his cock, down to the hilt, raw spanked pink flesh rippling with each slap of skin against skin in a fast, obscene rhythm of fucking that only a demi-god chasing his pleasure without a care could manage.
“Is this your dream come true?” Remus taunted, breath heavy, his chest rising and falling as he roughly palmed and scratched at Sirius’s arsecheeks. His stomach tensed and tightened, his core burning like the pleasure being squeezed from his cock as the rim of Sirius’s hole desperately tried to accommodate the stretch and ridges in Remus’s hard, heavy cock. “My bloodslut’s dream come true to have my cock filling him up at the same time. Is it everything you fantasised about? Everything you begged for when you found my little treasure trove of toys?”
He gave a harsh thrust, and Sirius’s throat spasmed around the toy, at the rough fucking of his throat by a cock he'd memorised the dips and ridges of. He squeezed his eyes shut at the rough intrusion, trying to stay present, not to succumb to the overwhelming stimulation on his body, in his body as Remus fucked him harder, frantic slaps of skin echoing in the small room.
“No, no, no, baby. Remember, I want you to see yourself, see how you look, back arched and stuffed full like a whore.”
Sirius felt himself floating, but did as he was told and opened his eyes again, his teary gaze trained on Remus’s reflection in the mirror.
“Always such a good fuck for me. Look at yourself now, baby—”
Sirius’s arms quaked under the strain and caught his own reflection in the mirror, the way his tears glistened mere inches away, how they stained tracks on his pale cheeks. mouth stretched obscenely around the tan cock.
“Look at that whore-mouth take me so deep while your arsehole squeezes me so tight. You don’t know which you love more, do you?” Remus gave a hard slam of his hips, smiling at the loud choke below him as Sirius was sent forward again. “You sound so pretty. And you squeeze so tight when there’s cock in your throat.” His thrusts grew sloppy as the words fell from his mouth, his orgasm closer than ever. “Let’s see if we can get you singing around my cock again.”
Remus slammed his hips forward, propelling Sirius forward onto his hands, gripping the sheets, pulled him back on his cock and snapped his hips forward again. Sirius gagged with the brunt of every thrust.
“Sing, baby, that’s it—”
The guttural gurgle of being fucked back and forth between the same cock while his raw arse bloomed in pain with every thrust made his stomach coil. His leaking cock dripped, cum pooling at the tip and seeping into the sheets below, so close—all he needed was—
“Fucking slut—fucking cumwhore, you love being fucked by two of me—squeeze me tight, choke on my cock and squeeze me tight, baby—”
Remus reached for Sirius’s cock again and squeezed his fist around it, tightening his grip as Sirius’s arse held onto his cock like a vise.
Remus abruptly pushed him down, the silicone toy slipping from Sirius’s mouth as his head and chest came down against the mattress while Remus continued to fuck him. Remus's hand ran up and down the vampire's blood-warmed cock. He squeezed tighter and closed his hand over the tip even as he covered Sirius’s body with his and rutted his hips into that plump arse, cock sliding in and out at an inhuman pace.
“Beg—” Remus commanded, burying his face into Sirius’s neck, biting at the skin, enough to remind Sirius his fangs were there. “Beg for me to let you come.” He stiltedly pumped Sirius’s cock as the brute force of his own slamming down into Sirius’s arse inched them up the mattress and closer towards the mirror.
“Please—Remus, gods—please make me come—I can’t—I—” Sirius wailed as he teetered on the edge of his orgasm at last, one long continuous cry as Remus fucked him with the ferocity of a demi-god.
Remus gripped his arm around Sirius’s waist, lifted him, cock still inside, and slammed Sirius’s body back down at a sharper angle, his arse higher in the air as his cheek smashed against the glass of the mirror, his hands shooting out to brace himself against the force of Remus’s thrusts.
The heat of his screams fogged up the glass as he whined and whimpered, allowing himself to be used by his human’s cock. “I need to come—I need you to call me a slut. Call me a slut—” Sirius begged, “—tell me I’m your whore.”
“You’re a desperate bloodslut,” Remus said through gritted teeth, rocking his cock into Sirius’s clenched hole, near delirious as he tasted his own orgasm. “My own vampire pet to drink and fuck whenever my cock so much as twitches.”
“Yes—yes—yes—yes—”
“So fucking good for me. You’re going to make me a vampire—” Remus slammed his hips into Sirius with furious speed, body winding up tight. “Ahhh—ahh—fuck—” Remus growled deep, a frustrated sound that ripped through his throat. “I’m going to fuck you like this for eternity. You’re going to live out the rest of your undead life on your knees, with your mouth wide open, begging for me to fill it, to fuck my cock in any way I want.”
“Remus, I’m going to come, I can’t hold it—I’m—”
“No,” Remus ordered. “Not yet.”
Sirius cried out. “Please! I can’t—”
“You’ll fucking hold it until I say so, because you’re mine.”
“Please!”
“No.”
“Rem—ahhhh—ahhhh—" Sirius's tortured throat screamed hoarsely. "Fuck, fuck me—Please!”
“You come when I come—” Remus groaned. “You think this is bad? I’m going to make you so cumdrunk, your tongue will salivate at the sound of my belt undoing." He moaned again, long and breaking. "You’re mine, Sirius—a vein for me to drain and a hole for me to dump cum in—my fucking perfect bloodslut—all mine—all mi—all—Fuck, now, baby, now—!" Remus buried the entirety of his cock in Sirius’s arse and came hard, his mouth drawn wide, the glinting metal of the fangs on full display. Cum painted Remus’s grip as Sirius’s body buckled under Remus’s weight, sore arms strung tight, his thighs shaking and spasming as Remus let go of his cock and smeared cum carelessly over their skin.
If this is what the future looked like, with Remus coming behind him, mouths and bodies slick with crimson trails of blood and drips of milky cum, their breathless panting in sync as their chests heaved and shook together—
Warm, content smiles full of affection as they turned to each other, Remus’s leg shoved possessively between Sirius’s sensitive thighs—
Remus could definitely see the appeal of eternity, and Sirius could, at last, appreciate it.
“At last!” Sirius shouted with a laugh into the empty store with its crappy fluorescent lighting and sealed boxes on shelves and on displays. "It's true! You do work at a sex shop."
Remus blushed behind the counter, swiping a sticker on another anal plug box while the light above the till flickered again. The lights had been flickering quite a bit since Sirius stepped foot in there during Remus's graveyard shift. “Yeah…”
Sirius turned on his heel to face him, a devious smirk on his face and said, “Remus Lupin, with the way you fuck as a mortal on a little vampire blood, you’re not allowed to blush over there in your cardigan. You can't fool me with your musty old tapestry-bags and romance novels.”
Remus’s mouth fell open, and he pointed to the novel he’d gotten from the community book nook by the bus stop again, recommended with a post-it just for him by his anonymous admirer. “That is not a romance novel! It’s a play, first of all. And—”
“Don’t try to school me, pet,” Sirius taunted, knowing full well what using Remus’s nickname for him would bring. “I was alive when Oscar wrote it. We were circling the same parties and the same men.”
Remus’s face went stone cold, and he set down the price-gun and anal plug, then rounded the counter. He snatched at the belt loop of Sirius’s jeans and manhandled him towards the counter until Sirius's arse came in contact with the glass.
“Are you trying to make me angry or jealous?” Remus’s words sent heat over the iciness of Sirius’s mouth, now colder with his resumed rationing of blood bags.
“Whichever one gets me fucked faster,” Sirius said with a smirk, wrapping his arms around the back of Remus’s neck.
Remus broke his façade and smiled, a goofy love-sick sort of smile that made Sirius melt at the sight of.
The vampire tilted his mouth up, fangs poking out happily, to meet Remus’s lips, when the hard plastic box of the anal plug from the counter hit the back of his head. It bounced back onto the counter with a clatter, and Sirius whipped around clutching his bruised scalp.
“Fucking poltergeist!”
“Sirius, he’s not real,” Remus said, trying to kiss Sirius again. The TV blared static suddenly, loud enough to make Sirius’s vampiric ears bleed. He covered them, glaring all around at the shop, searching for the spectre as Remus raced over to fuss with the television. Eventually, Remus just unplugged it and turned around to find Sirius with his pointed finger raised at the pleather black couch over by the changing rooms.
“You dick, he’s mine. I don’t care that you met him first. I made him come first. Better than those half-baked wet dreams you were giving. Now what do you have to say to that?”
Remus looked bemused, eyes darting between the empty couch and his hysterical lover. “Sirius—”
“His name isn’t Byxbee,” Sirius hissed with a pointed look at the couch. He turned to Remus and pouted. “His name is Benjy. He’s been a nuisance in Mystic Hallows since his ‘untimely’ death from typhoid in 1927. Though it was hardly 'untimely' from what I recall during my stay here in the twenties. Typhoid-Mary kept serving up food—" He spun around to the couch, hands on his hips, and drawled, "And all you drunken cheap idiot pub crawlers kept going back, even though she was making everyone sick!”
“Like ‘typhoid fever’?” Remus frowned and stared at the general space around the couch. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, Byx—I mean, Benjy.”
Sirius glared at the couch, tuning into a frequency only he could hear. “No, I won’t tell him that. You don’t get to have a petname. Only I get petnames because I’m his boyfriend, Benjy Fenwick.”
The stand of display dildoes next to Sirius toppled over onto him, and the vampire cursed, turning around with inhuman ire in his eyes.
“I’ll kill you again, you pathetic gust of wind.” Sirius rolled up his sleeves, black-polished nailed fingers flexing like claws. “We’ll get a cleansing in here. Smoke you out of the store. See you try to flirt with my boyfriend in his dreams when you’re choking on sagebrush and mugwort, you phantom-fuck. I know a witch who owes me a favour—“ Sirius paused, eyes in a conspiratorial squint as if he were trying to parse something out. “What do you mean 'he’s a witch, too'?”
Sirius cocked his head to the side and turned to survey Remus from his brown leather oxfords, up his too-short corduroy trousers, his rumpled dress shirt, a sweater, and another sweater on top of that.
Sirius turned back. “He’s not a witch. Look at him.” He waved to Remus and said, “Not a crystal in sight.”
“Actually,” Remus pointed at his nipples, “the little balls on my barbells are made of citrine and rose quartz.”
Sirius paused, staring at Remus with the beginnings of a smile.
“I feel weird if I don’t have something like that on me. And a woman at this shop I found on the other side of town told me rose quartz is good for self-love, and well...” He gestured to the particularly pronounced scar along his cheek and ghosting over the bridge of his nose. “They make me feel better about these sometimes.”
Sirius sauntered over to Remus and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. “You didn’t tell me you were a witch! That explains so much!”
“Well, I don’t know if I’d call myself a witch. Don't they do spells and cook things in cauldrons? I just learned how to make cheese toast without burning it black.”
Sirius swung Remus around with his inhuman strength. “And all those candles in your room!”
Remus winced from the squeeze and clarified, “There are physiological findings that correlate the colour red to increased blood flow and pressure, and it was date night—“ The corner of Remus’s lips pulled up in a smile and showed off his cute dimple. “I may have been trying to make sure I got lucky.”
“Sex is a guarantee with the way you fuck, Remus,” Sirius quipped. “Crystal power, candle magick, what else do you have up your cardigan sleeves?”
Remus looked off towards the couch where Byxbee—Benjy—once supposedly sat and then perked up. “I like tarot cards! They tell little stories that are scarily accurate. That’s kinda magick-y right? Even if I have to read the guidebooks?”
Sirius asked, “How many tarot decks do you have?”
“Uh..." Remus puffed out his cheeks. "I lost count after nine.”
Sirius smirked and asked, “And how do you cleanse your studio when it feels stagnate?”
“Stagnate?”
“Like the ‘vibes’ are off,” Sirius waved his hand around in the air by their heads.
“Oh. I have a spray bottle."
Sirius led on, "With...?"
"Water and rosemary sprigs. Sometimes lavender.”
“And where do you keep that?”
“On the windowsill, but only during the full moons.”
“Why?” Sirius egged on.
“I—I—“ Remus’s face went perplexed. “I don’t know. Mum always said to leave things you want to feel special on the nights of the full moon. And it feels like it's heavier after soaking in the moonshine.”
Sirius smiled and leaned up, planting a kiss on Remus’s cheek. “I wonder why your mother never told you about it.”
Remus shrugged in Sirius's grasp. “She told me ‘boring’ was safe, and that ‘interesting’ would bring disastrous consequences that would ruin our lives. The warning stuck even after she died.” He kicked the toe of his shoe against the loose piece of linoleum. “Every time something minutely interesting happened, she ushered me away and said she didn’t want me getting mixed up with the wrong sort.”
“Like me?” Sirius said mischievously.
“Well...” Remus broke out in a smile. “Yeah, kinda. She said she didn’t want me to end up like her, in a situationship with a grifter who seduced her every time she went near the well in the forest behind our cottage. My dad.”
“Did you ever meet him?” Sirius asked curiously.
“When I was in primary school, I would sneak into the forest, when mum was at work, and meet him by the well. He introduced me to all the animals, told me that the toadstools listened if you talked to them. I learned how to read the forest. I'm good at it. I always knew how the forest worked better than even the camp leaders." Remus frowned. "I didn’t see him so much after the faerie offered me a chance to be his human. Mum wouldn't let me. She said he would make me 'interesting,' and that I should stay 'normal.' So. I did. I'm just normal. I don't talk to toadstools anymore.”
Sirius chewed on his lip, then asked bluntly, “Was your father hot?”
“Sirius!” Remus groaned, wriggling in his vampire boyfriend’s hold, but failing to escape now that the vampire blood was out of his system.
“Answer the question!” Sirius laughed. “Was your dad hot? Was he handsome?”
Remus rolled his eyes. “I don’t know! I can't say that. Maybe? Lyall could’ve been more good-looking than average.”
“What did your mother have to say about him then?”
Remus smirked. “She said he was the most gorgeous, no-good scoundrel she’d ever met trapezing the forest.”
Sirius shot a dour look behind the counter where Remus supposed Byx had moved to. “I’m not an idiot. I know what creature his father was.”
“You’re saying my dad wasn’t some vagabond in the woods?” Remus’s eyes went wide.
Sirius smiled. “Oh, darling. You have so much to learn about my world—our world.”
The shop bell jingled and Remus’s employer—and one of his best friends, really—walked in.
Remus pulled out of Sirius’s embrace, keeping one arm lovingly around Sirius’s waist. “Pete! You’re up late, but I'm glad you're here. This is Siri—“
“Didn’t know your boss escaped the pound, Remus,” Sirius said icily, nose upturned as he practically gazed down his nose at Peter.
“Throwing a tantrum, Black? What’s wrong? Didn’t have time to use your boyfriend as a sippy cup today?” Peter replied just as quick.
“At least I can control my hunger. And I’d argue taking a sip from a blood bag is much more sophisticated than tearing apart Bambi in the forest when my paranormal hormones go haywire once a month. Tell me, do they make happy tablets to help with your Pre-Moonstral Syndrome yet?”
“Not sure. Why don’t you ask the hospital the next time you go stealing blood from the sick, innocent, and dying.”
Sirius glowered. “Well, it’s saving my life, so why not?”
“And what a wretched, damned life it is,” Peter said gruffly, crossing his arms, his stance a little more confrontational.
“At least I can eat chocolate without keeling over, pathetic mutt,” Sirius hissed.
“Pompous leech.”
“Rabid beast.”
“Sociopathic parasite—”
“You can’t eat chocolate?” Remus asked, eyes wide.
Peter and Sirius looked at Remus with fondness, then bursted into laughter.
Sirius left Remus’s side and sauntered over to Peter, who embraced him like a brother. “Good to see you. I heard you had gotten turned back in ‘73. I’m sorry I missed the cookout for it. I did send a postcard, though.”
“Still have it up on the wall in the mess hall at the commune.” Peter looked at Remus pitifully. “You just can’t quit with our lot, can you, Re?” He added wryly to Sirius, “This one’s like supernatural catnip. I’m constantly beating wisps, fae, the Dead, and the rest of the Night Crew away from the territory lines. All trying to get to this one to woo him.”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Don’t I know it. A psychopomp tried to roofie him on our first date into an eternity in the Land of the Dead.”
“Remus!” Peter sighed in exasperation. “What did I say about weirdos offering you food?”
“He was our server!” Remus exclaimed. “How was I supposed to know he was trying to lure me into the Land of the Undead or whatever?”
“Land of the Dead,” Sirius corrected. “Different from us vampires. Don't worry, darling, you’ll figure out the social etiquette between the sects with time.”
“Oh, Sirius,” Peter grinned, “you have to meet our latest wolf. Her name is Marlene. Dorcas got her three moons ago when she broke loose from the commune. You’d love her. She’s you, but cooler.”
“Impossible,” Sirius scoffed. “But it’s been a while since we all hung out. How’s Cas dealing with the slip-up? I know she’s hard on herself about self-control, but I told her last time, a hundred and fourteen years is nothing. She's but a baby. The control will come with time.”
“She was in tears during Marlene’s transformation, but they’re mates for eternity, no doubt about it. All worked out for the best.” Peter gestured to him and Remus. “Like you two. So, when are we celebrating Remus’s Dark Birthday?”
Remus replied at the same time as Sirius, “Soon—“
“We haven’t talked about—“ Sirius turned to Remus. “You mean it?” Sirius asked, eyes vulnerable like a puppy’s. “It’s not just bedroom talk when you say you want to be eternal with me?”
“Of course not,” Remus said, grinning wide and happy.
“What if you get tired of me?”
“I’ll never get tired of you, my love. I love you.” His smile faltered, and he added uncertainly, “But you might tire of me. I’m boring. There’s nothing special or particularly interesting about me or my life. Just... please, whatever you do, turn me. Even if you don’t want me. Don't leave me human. I want eternity. I want to be a part of this 'Night Crew.'”
Sirius raised an eyebrow and glanced at Peter. “Do you see why I have to fend off fiends of the Night Crew? He thinks he’s boring and unspectacular. He thinks he’s some plain ol’ Mary Sue. The humbleness is like a beacon for those parasites.”
“Remus...” Peter winced. “Super. Natural. Catnip.”
"What?" Remus asked cluelessly.
He chuckled. “The only reason no one harasses you is because your apartment and the shop are on wolf territory.”
“And it’s because I’m... a witch?”
"You're a witch?" Peter asked.
“No, darling," Sirius said, cupping his cheek and turning his eyes to his. "You’re much more than that. And you’re about to be even more when we finally celebrate your Dark Birthday.”
“So, I’m becoming a vampire?” Remus grinned.
“We’re throwing a rager at the estate!” Sirius announced. “Invite the pack, Pete. Remus, wear all black. Your human life is going out with a bang and a blood fountain!”
Peter coughed.
“And of course, we’ll get catering for our other ghoulish guests and their dietary preferences,” he added. “Oh, I can’t wait for you to meet Jamie. He'll definitely have to show up for it.”
“Your vampire friend, James?” Remus asked.
“They’re co-dependent,” Peter drawled.
“Not entirely wrong." Sirius shrugged. "He’s currently trying to woo a red-head and persuade her to join our Legion of the Undead.”
“Oh." Remus blinked slowly. "Uh, any luck with that?”
“No,” Peter said, flashing the onslaught of one-sided text messages, presumably from James. “She’s currently in love with Sirius’s little brother.”
“Also... a vampire?” Remus asked Sirius. He nodded, and Remus whistled with the unfortunate news. “That sucks for James.”
Sirius shrugged. “Not really. He’s already fucking my brother, so I suppose that’s his ‘in’ with his ginger goddess.”
"I don't want to burn too much of your moonlight, Sirius." Peter walked towards the counter then spotted the dildo display tower Byxbee had knocked down. “I see you’ve done some rearranging.”
Remus apologised profusely. “Sorry about the mess, Pete. There was—I mean, I guess there’s an actual ghost haunting the shop?”
“Oh yeah. Benjy’s had a crush on Remus since the first interview. Back when Remus was a wee twink and already causing a stir in the Mystic Hallow’s Night Crew—“
“Oh!” Remus chirped at the now pristine display. “Look, they’re all back in their places! And it looks better than before. Thanks, Byx.”
“Benjy," Sirius corrected then turned towards the bookshelf of erotica novels where the spectre was leaning. "Now he’s sucking up like he didn’t make the mess to begin with!” Sirius groaned. “Don’t fall for it, Remus.”
“Well, you three have fun. I just came to drop off quarters for the till because Tuesdays are Remus’s laundry day, and I know he swipes them from the register when he’s low.” He pulled out a money bag and set it on the counter. “Sirius, I’ll try to get Marlene on a nocturnal schedule so we can all hang out. Benjy, play nice—don’t go breaking stuff. Remus,” Peter gave him a dry stare, “please try to stay out of trouble.”
Remus reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks heating in embarrassment.
‘Supernatural catnip.’
Maybe joining the Night Crew would throw everyone off the scent, he pondered.
Or... maybe it could make it worse.
At least he had Sirius though, and that’s all that mattered in the grand scheme of things.
“So...” Remus began as the shop door jingled again with Peter’s departure into the night. “What was that about my dad again?”
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Chapter 5: Forest Nymphs & Fuck Dolls (Deepthroating, Collar/Chain)
Summary:
Yaaay we find out why Remus is so alluring and why Sirius suspects his dad was so hot.
Also smut. Lots of degradation in this one. Ye be warned!
Notes:
SURPISE, WITCH. I BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME
cw: anal sex, rough rough deepthroating, degradation, lots of name calling, objectification, collar/chain, tied to a post, fucked on that post, sex toy, ball gag, spanking, i think that's about it... :) happy (early) spoopy season!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
It was one of their few human dates left before Remus’s dark birthday.
Sirius had really gone all out—the shortest of black denim shorts known to both mortal and immortal kind, red lace peeking out from the frayed, gray hem framing his arse. He even swiped some dark makeup around his eyes, made his lashes thicker, looking positively poisonous like when he’d go hunting at rock concerts in 1983 for a night of fucking, fanging, and fun.
But his temporarily demi-god-like boyfriend had ripped the shorts in half—much to his dismay—then tore the panties from his arse but kept them stretched lewdly across his thighs—which made up for his ruined clothes.
Now back in his darkly furnished room at the estate, clutching onto a wooden post bolted into the stone floor, being fucked in a positively medieval fashion, he could barely recall his name, let alone the loss of his favorite item of clothing from the eighties.
Sirius yelped, lurching forward on his knees, making the heavy weights affixed to the biting clamps on his nipples sway and pull in a way that made his spent cock almost harden again. Another harsh smack landed against the flesh of his stinging arsecheek, the slap of Remus’s palm echoing louder than Sirius’s incoherent begging, muffled behind a round, slick gag.
Another slap, and Sirius whined, the sound heavy on the back of his tongue and trapped behind the red rubber ball in his mouth that even his fangs couldn’t penetrate.
“How are you doing?” his boyfriend asked. Remus’s voice was gentle, but there was a sinister edge to it as his rough hand meanly rubbed Sirius’s sore arse in a way that was meant to hurt more than comfort.
Sirius whined long and pathetically, but he didn’t snap his fingers, making Remus, drunk on vampire blood once again, smile viciously in the candlelight of the black velvet room.
“Of course you’re alright—you love being chained up, fucked like the worthless blood whore you are,” Remus said, driving his point by slowing down and slamming his hips against Sirius’s bouncing arse, driving his cock even deeper into his blood whore’s hole.
Sirius’s head was empty, Remus’s cock forcing every thought from it. The only thing keeping him tethered to Remus’s brutal punishment was the very real bite of the collar around his neck, digging into his soft throat, and the yank of the thick chain wrapped twice around Remus’s other hand.
His body coursed with Sirius’s blood, and he barely felt the hard metal pressing into his palm as he gripped and pulled Sirius by the neck higher, his other hand roughly pushing down on Sirius’s lower back to force his slut to arch, presenting his pink arse and filled hole higher.
Sirius whimpered, Remus’s cock as deep as mortally possible, and his hands scrambled onto the wooden post, one hand desperately wrapping around the metal loop on top of it—the loop a promise for another punishment yet to come.
Remus grabbed onto the pale flesh of Sirius’s arsecheek and held him in place, fingers digging in so hard that the little blood in the vampire’s body rose pink around them. “Stay just like that, pet.” Remus slowed and stopped, catching his breath, then dragged his cock out of Sirius’s arse, watching the rim of his used hole stretch around the length of him until the tip slipped out. “Your used hole is so pretty, blood slut. Gaping and freshly fucked. It’d be a shame not to fill it while I fuck those pretty lips next, wouldn’t it?”
Sirius listened to the rustle behind him, feeling his stretched arsehole starting to tighten closed without a cock to push the soft ring apart. Then he felt his boyfriend’s cock, the same ridges, the same rounded head, but lighter and colder than the inferno of vampire blood underneath Remus’s skin.
The silicone cast of Remus’s cock, the very one Sirius had been forced to choke on the week before, slowly slid into his slick hole, one inch at a time. A perfect replica of the cock that had been fucking him for the last hour, his hole stretched around it like a perfect fit. However, unlike Remus’s warm cock, this silicone one was longer and slid into him deeper. Remus pushed it in, inch by inch, until Sirius thrashed against the tension of the chain.
“Shhh, pet. Don’t fight it—just a little more—there we go,” Remus cooed until the long dildo was fully seated inside of Sirius.
Sirius’s eyes fluttered closed, his chest heaving and body tensing from the fullness. He tried to settle, tried to get used to the length, but he jumped and cried out when Remus’s hand came down hard on the flat end of it, the slap jolting the toy inside Sirius’s body further and causing his eyes to water.
“I know how much you love being filled from both ends,” Remus said, moving around Sirius to gaze down at his teary-eyed pet, mouth stretched wide around the red gag.
He pulled Sirius closer to the wooden post bolted into the floor, the toy jostling inside his arse as his thighs brushed past each other, the elastic of his red panties keeping his strides short and pathetic. He crawled along the floor on his hands and knees like an animal as Remus fed the chain through the loop atop the post and pulled until Sirius was chained as close as possible.
He secured the leash on the hook on the floor, then uncaringly grabbed and yanked away the rubber strap against Sirius’s cheek. Saliva dripped from Sirius’s lips as the red ball pulled from his mouth. He had no time to stretch his jaw before Remus stood over him and pushed his cock past Sirius’s pouty lips and into the gag’s place.
Remus didn’t start slow; he didn’t allow Sirius to adjust. He immediately set a brutal pace, the frantic slide of warm, heavy cock against his lover’s tongue before his cruelty took over and he made a game of repeatedly hitting the threshold of Sirius’s throat again and again just to hear him sing.
“This is what you’re good for,” Remus said, groaning loud and gravelly. “Just a hole to be filled and used, my prized cocksleeve, my useless cumdump—” Remus thrust in further, fully assaulting the back of Sirius’s throat now, the full, round sound of his gagging making Remus even drunker on power. “Fuck—you feel so good—” Remus rolled his hips forward steadily, in a pace to sustain his coming. “Whether it’s your arse gripping onto my cock or your mouth drooling around it, your holes don’t close unless I say they can. You’ll take cock every second of your immortal life until I say you can stop. Because you’re mine. You’re my toy. You’re my whore to use as I want, when I want—”
Sirius’s wet choking grew louder in the back of his throat, wetter and more devastatingly pathetic as Remus stepped further and took Sirius’s head in both hands. He pulled his cock back and snapped his hips toward Sirius’s face, but Sirius yanked his head back, hands pushing against the wooden post as Remus’s cock speared the back of his throat. The chain kept him from moving far, and Remus meanly stepped closer, until there was nowhere else for Sirius to run and hide.
“And where do you think you’re going, fuckslut?” Remus pushed his cock forward, the blunt, rounded head sliding along the back wall of Sirius’s throat until it stopped. He held Sirius’s head still, his cock right on the precipice of Sirius’s warm, tight throat. “You’re being awfully resistant for a thoughtless fuck toy,” Remus said with a dark laugh. “I think you need a reminder of your purpose, hm?” He gripped a handful of long, dark hair and ordered, “Look at me.”
Sirius opened his bright, silvery eyes, the wet tear tracks on his face dark and pathetic from his running mascara. He directed his hazy eyes up to Remus’s face, hardly seeing more than the shape of him through all the tears as he actively choked on Remus’s cock and tried to follow commands.
“Keep those pretty eyes open like a good cumslut,” Remus ordered. “I want to see them lose focus when I fuck your tight throat sore.”
Sirius kneeled there, silent and still, no more air left in his undead lungs to make a noise, but that was the point of all this—to remind him he was a fuck toy, to only make noise when Remus wanted to hear how desperate the torture made him.
Remus tilted Sirius’s head back, his neck fully straining against the chain, and used his hands and ungodly strength to keep Sirius’s mouth in place. He torturously dragged his cock back and forth along the back of Sirius’s tongue, teasing him at first before creeping further and further back until he met Sirius’s throat.
“Open up,” Remus taunted, fucking Sirius’s mouth harder, pushing the head of his cock deeper. “I said open your fucking throat, whore—” He forced his cock in, Sirius’s throat finally opening to him.
Sirius’s throat spasmed around the head, his adam’s apple jumping at the cock trying to bully its way deeper down his throat.
Remus demanded darkly, “Swallow it. Swallow around it. Do what you were made to do and choke on it—”
Sirius tried to do as told, but the head was too big.
The soft, wet muscle of his throat fluttered around Remus’s cock in a way that almost made Remus come before he had gotten his prize. He gripped Sirius’s head tightly, bending it back harder, and smashed his pelvis against Sirius’s face.
“I said fucking swallow it—”
Sirius’s eyes were wet. He couldn’t see a thing but resisted the urge to squeeze them shut so his boyfriend would get the pretty picture of him debauched and used. But as the pressure built in the back of his throat, he tried to make the cock in his throat move—thrust, slide, anything—until finally his body obeyed and swallowed around the tip of it.
Like a beast unlocked, Remus pulled back and rammed into Sirius’s throat, the rough drag across his sensitive, fleshy throat keeping Sirius’s head from floating off into that blissful place. Everything felt very much real—his knees on the stone, his hands on smooth wood, the chained collar pulled against the back of his neck as Remus’s hands pushed his head back against it; the cock brutally intruding his throat, one push after another.
“That’s it. Take it like a good pet. Do you like your new purpose? Do you like being a useless fucking set of holes for me to push my cock into? Because this is what every day of forever is going to feel like. I’m going to throw you on your knees and make you lick the ground while I fuck your arse loose with anything I see fit, with anything I want to see fit—and when your hole is used up, I’ll fuck your bloodslut throat until you’re tight enough to ruin again. Because you’re my toy now, just a dumb fuck doll to use as I please—”
Remus threw the threats of endless fucking and pleasure down at Sirius, and soon forgot to hold Sirius’s head in place, instead pulling Sirius’s mouth down along the length of him while he thrust in.
“Fucking whore—” Remus moaned, reveling in the wet sound of Sirius’s throat being penetrated with inhuman speed. “—you’re going to swallow everything I give you—you’re going to drink my cum and thank me afterward for filling you up—like a good immortal cum dump—”
Remus’s cock throbbed and pushed against the walls of Sirius’s throat as he chased his orgasm.
“Look at my powerful vampire now—your holes filled up like a mortal whore—you’re mine, you’re—” Remus let out a frustrated growl and reached down to the chain keeping Sirius trapped. He ripped it from the hook on the ground, the metal bending and crumpling like paper with his demi-god strength.
He pushed Sirius onto his back, the thick, long dildo in Sirius’s arse jerking against his prostate and making his overstimulated cock pulsate in delicious pain. Remus straddled Sirius’s shoulders and forced his cock back into Sirius’s now pliant throat and began to pump his hips, rutting against Sirius’s face mercilessly.
Sirius’s nails clawed against the stone tile, his fingertips gripping onto nothing but sleek marble, before he succumbed to his purpose and lay there, allowing Remus to use his mouth like nothing more than a fleshlight, an obedient doll made for cock.
Remus’s pelvis pushed against Sirius’s face, his thrusts chaotic and uneven. “Take it, bloodslut—” He moaned, deep and long, his cock throbbing and ready to burst. “Dumb whore, my braindead fuck doll—” Remus pushed his cock against Sirius’s mouth, stretching his lips around the very base of it, and fucked his throat with stuttered, chaotic abandon. “Fuckslut, swallow it—swallow my fucking cum—swallow, swa—Fuck!”
Remus’s mouth opened, and a loud, primal moan fell out of it as his cock spilled straight into Sirius’s throat, pulsating with cum within the tight channel of Sirius’s throat until he grew soft.
He rolled off of Sirius, flat on his back, as his chest heaved with labored breaths. His body was growing colder as the vampire blood in his system slowed and mingled with his human blood in a less aggressive way.
Remus felt a hand on his, and he looked down at Sirius in a daze. Sirius took in a long, deep, exaggerated breath and then chuckled, his fingers lightly playing with Remus’s.
Remus laughed lightly back. “You shouldn’t have told me that vampires don’t need to breathe.”
“Thank you,” Sirius replied.
“For what?” Remus hauled himself up and scooted to hover over Sirius’s splayed body.
Sirius smirked at him and answered playfully, voice a little raspy, “You said to thank you for coming in my throat.”
Remus blushed furiously and covered his face with his hands in embarrassment.
Sirius let out a full-bellied laugh and slapped Remus’s bare thigh. “You’re such a paradoxical human. You fuck like a Creature of the Night, then get so embarrassed by it. You work in a sex shop, for fuck’s sake.”
Remus leaned down and kissed his lips lightly. “Come on, let’s get off the floor.” He bent down and, still superhuman, scooped up Sirius without worrying about his lower back and leg. He walked them to the comically large canopied bed and teased, “All this Black Family money, and you couldn’t even spring for carpet in house.”
Remus finished drawing the seal on the floor for the séance. He sat cross-legged in a chalky green circle on the concrete floor of the sex shop behind the counter. He suspected Byxbee—or Benjy—was beside him, for all of a sudden, he really wanted to wear his cardigan again.
“What do you think, Byx?” Remus asked the space and wrote ‘Yes,’ ‘No,’ and ‘Maybe’ in chalk next to him. “Think it’ll work?”
He placed the chalk down in front of the answers, and right on cue, the chalk slowly rolled and stopped on ‘Yes.’
“I appreciate your confidence—” Remus shrugged. “Or maybe omniscience. I don’t know how ghosts see things, but I guess I’ll have the opportunity to ask.”
Remus lit the candles with an easy snap of his fingers, and as if aided by a ghost, the lights shut off in the store. He closed his eyes and held the celestite crystal pendant his mother had left to him before she died, focusing on following the instructions he’d gotten from the spellbook Sirius had procured from a witch out of town.
Learning the parlour tricks had been easy—lighting candles with a snap or blowing his tea until it turned icy and the glass cracked—Sirius bought him plastic cups to practice with afterward—but this was definitely more advanced.
Conjuring the Dead.
There was no rustling around him, though. Nothing along his hands to indicate that anything had changed and that it was time to break the meditation and open his eyes. And as time passed, he just grew sad.
He missed his mother, and doing all this just made him miss her worse.
Eventually, the longing grew too devastating, so he sighed and said defeatedly, “I don’t know, Byx. Maybe I’m just not powerful enough—” But when he opened his eyes, across from him, on the other side of the seal was Hope Lupin, looking rather silvery and translucent, but still undoubtedly his mother.
“Ma!” Remus said, about to jump up to touch her, but she raised a hand and gave him a pointed look.
She pointed down to the careful circles they both sat in, and the sigil bridging both. “First rule of the craft: Never trust any spirit enough to leave your circle—even if you think it’s me.”
Remus settled back in his circle and nodded his head. He grew up with all her strict, kooky rules, but he never once thought to break them—
Except for having a vampire boyfriend. And perhaps a werewolf boss on top of that.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she answered before he could, “Don’t waste time on me. It’s limited. Yes, I’m fine,” she said with a smile. “More than fine. I’m dead and passed over. Nothing bothers me anymore. The more time you spend in the afterlife, the less ‘earthly’ your problems are. Now, ask me about your father,” she finished knowingly.
“Sirius—my boyfriend—”
“Oh, you mean the vampire boyfriend who’s introduced you to the whole World of the Night that I warned you to stay away from?” she teased. “I’m joking. He’s very sweet on and to you, and that's all I can ask for.”
“Sirius says Papa was a nymph. That I’m a nymph.”
“Part nymph,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Look at all the trouble that man brought with his loins. I was warding faeries away from you even when you were an infant. Trying to swap you out for their changelings. Any witch worth her black salt knows when a baby is born of her blood or not.”
“But we’re guys,” Remus said incredulously.
“Remus—” Hope chided. “Be careful. Some may find that talk offensive.”
“Oh… Sorry.” He shifted and cleared his throat. “So…”
She smiled affectionately and said pityingly, “The more you’re around Sirius and Peter, the more you’ll get the hang of the Night World’s customs. And politics. Oh, that’s an important lesson to take away from this meeting: if you meet a witch who ever talks about your doings coming back to you ‘times three,’ avoid, avoid, avoid.” She rolled her eyes. “You curse a witch, it doesn’t ‘come back to you times three.’ There is no universal judge, jury, and executioner. If you curse a witch, that means that witch is most likely going to send a hex back your way. So one prank turns into an entirely decimated squash season in the garden.”
Remus’s eyes went wide. “Is that why we didn’t have pumpkins for Halloween when I was eight?”
“And no spaghetti squash for dinner either,” she grumbled. “That witch-bitch ruined a whole season’s crop because I cursed her with a little acne. Now, that’s a ridiculously disproportionate threefold retaliation.” She shook out her hands and did a gesture that made Remus grin, something he often did when he needed to ‘clear the vibes,’ and she pinched and pulled at the air around her shoulders as if she were picking energetic cobwebs from her head. “A spirit's earthly qualms sink back in the longer you’re here.”
“I won’t keep you long,” Remus said, eyeing the candle marking the time. “I mostly wanted to ask about Papa and to know why you didn’t tell me about this.” He flicked his fingers toward the box of chalk, and it slid across the floor until it hit the wall, then turned to her expectantly.
She pouted. “I thought it would be safer if you didn’t know we were part of the Night World.”
“Were you just going to keep me in the cottage forever?” Remus joked.
“It’s not like you would have wanted to leave if I had stuck around on earth a bit longer.” She chuckled. “You were always such a good, sweet boy, and all those blasted faeries were always trying to elope or enslave you in some shape or form. That’s why I had to ban you from visiting the well to see your father. I couldn’t trust him not to just shrug and say, ‘Well, he’s got to have a tryst or two eventually, my little nightshade.’” She air quoted. “He’s far too blasé, even to this day.”
Remus perked up. “You know where he is?”
She nodded with a scoff. “Of course, I do. Never lets me know peace, even in death.” She averted her gaze when she said it, frowning in scorn, but Remus saw the affection in her eyes as she often tried to hide when talking about his father. “You want him to meet Sirius, I’m presuming,” she said, returning her ghostly gaze to him.
“I want him at my Dark Birthday,” Remus said, feeling suddenly uncertain of his mother’s reaction. “I—I’m becoming a vampire. So I can be immortal.”
“So you can be with your boyfriend,” she said, steamrolling him. “Remus, pre-marital turning is more common nowadays, but I do think that maybe you should wait to trade your mortality until you’ve dated this vampire for at least a year—”
“Oh, I love Sirius, Ma. I really do. But I want to be a vampire anyway.”
“Oh.” She blinked. “Really?”
“Of course! Who wouldn’t?! Live forever, no more getting beaten up by my mattress or needing my cane because I stepped with my foot wrong in the morning. Also, I like the age I’m at. I don’t want to live forever when I’m like fifty!”
Hope stared stone-faced at him.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with someone’s fifties,” Remus said sheepishly.
“Well, if you want to be immortal for you and not because your vampire boyfriend is pressuring you to do it, then I heartily consent.” She smiled. “Also, when I finally decide to reincarnate, we’ll be able to travel like I was too scared to let us do.”
“You’ll remember me?”
“Oh yeah, my soul belongs to that of a witch. Every incarnation is always a witch, and when all witches hit nineteen, they start remembering their past lives. It just takes some study and indulging in it, which not all witches choose to do.”
“Wait, so I have past lives?”
“Of course you do. You’re part witch, aren’t you?” she replied with a tone as if she was perplexed that she kept having to remind him.
“I only just found out! It’s not like you told me.”
She made a face in apology and raised her hands. “You’re right, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… But yes, you have had past lives. Or at least one.”
“I wish I knew who I used to be…”
“Definitely a war general,” she said flippantly.
“War?!”
“You would pretend the north end of the garden was enemy territory and that the carrot bed was a mine field.”
“Lots of kids play pretend like that. Especially when they don’t have any friends aside from the frogs and birds,” he said with a furrowed brow.
"I didn't have any media featuring war in detail, let alone tell you what a mine field was." She drawled, “You also used to use the most profane language in your sleep, talking about battle plans and weapons that I didn’t even know existed.”
“Huh...” Remus recalled some of his fascination with history once she'd started tutoring him for home schooling.
“You also always played very roughly.”
He tried not to go beet red as the previous night’s activities with Sirius flooded his mind.
“So, your Dark Birthday. When is it?” she asked.
“We wanted to do it on the New Moon, but I don’t think Peter’s going to be able to come anyway. He has a new wolf, Dorcas, who hasn’t settled into the schedule yet. She’s still shifting on random nights, so he said he won’t be able to make it. We’ll probably do it in the next few weeks. Sirius wants his brother, his brother’s boyfriend, and that boyfriend’s girlfriend to come to the party. Along with a bunch of other creatures from the Night Crew to welcome me into the community.”
“Well. Everywhere he goes, he’s an absolute spectacle, attracts so much attention—” she warned, “not as much as you, of course, but I can send word to your father if you’d like him to attend.”
“Really?” Remus’s eyes lit up in the candlelight as a grin crossed his face. “That would be great! I haven’t seen him in ages.”
“Then it’s settled. All you need to do is send a letter to our cottage, but make sure you include a twig from the forest on your boyfriend’s property. That’s how your father travels.” She nodded toward the dwindling séance candle and said, “We’re running out of time, moonflower. At least for now.”
Remus melted at his mother’s old nickname. He smiled and shrugged, “I don’t have any more questions. I just want to talk to you if that’s okay.”
“Always,” she chirped. “I may not be around you in a physical sense the way Benjy is here, for example, but I’m always connected to you energetically. We’re witches; we have the same soul family.”
“Can you tell me more about what it was like for you being a witch?”
Hope smiled, and Remus and his mother sat in Amortentia Adult Toys, in their Colorful Crayola chalk conjuring circles at 3:45 in the morning, surrounded by candles and an eavesdropping ghost.
Notes:
Spoopy season approaches, and my personality is finally completing its annual download for all the spookiness
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