Day Seventeen Drabbles
Things are a little dark for Day Seventeen. Hot and dark... what a seductive combination. Enjoy.
Title: Dark Secrets
Author: dogsunderfoot
Summary: Sirius and Remus celebrate a victory over death. Of sorts.
Contains: AU Dark Pups, character death, rather bloody...
Notes:
Prompt Number: 38.
He hadn’t expected the ambush. The shock of betrayal made him sluggish and stupid so he couldn’t remember how to even perform a simple Stupefy.
The blood is salty and warm on Remus’ skin; Sirius laps at it as he fucks Remus.
Remus groans and arches his back into Sirius’ thrusts.
They took such pleasure in the torture. Sadistic bastards. Cutting charms, burning hexes, spells to peel skin from muscle and muscle from bone... They were all covered in blood. He tried to hold on for as long as he could, hoping to be saved. They’d covered their tracks well, however, taking the Potters’ Secret Keeper somewhere no one would ever guess-the Shrieking Shack.
“Harder,” Remus begs.
“Feels so fucking good,” Sirius moans. “So tight. So hot.”
“Need more.”
Sirius growls his next words: “Gonna come all over you then lick it off-every bit.”
In the end, the pain and hurt is too much. Peter feels himself fading away as they howl in mutual orgasm. He curses them with his last thoughts.
Remus is the first to notice. “He’s dead.”
“Good thing we got the location, then.” Sirius kisses Remus tenderly. “The Dark Lord will be pleased.”
Title: Lend me your Quill
Author: eprime
Summary: Voldemort discovers a spell that allows him to control the transformation of werewolves who are bound to him.
Contains: Dark Magic
Notes: I'm not a big Ayn Rand fan, but I love this prompt.
Prompt Number: 30 "One of the hotels costliest satin-shaded lamps stood in the middle of the floor, throwing a circle of light on wide sheets of drafting paper. Francisco d'Anconia, in shirt sleeves, a strand of hair hanging down over his face, lay stretched on the floor, on his stomach, propped up by his elbows, biting the end of a pencil in concentration upon some point of the intricate tracing before him."
The jars of richly-colored ink surrounded them. The amber glow from the wall sconces stretched their shadows across the intricate Persian carpet, whose pattern mimicked the twisting convoluted trails Sirius was inscribing on the pale skin of Remus' back. Loose pages of The Prophet littered the sofa and floor, fluttering with a whispering shuffle as the night breeze from the open French windows ruffled through them.
Dark Magic for Dark Creatures!
You-Know-Who Raising Army!
Werewolves at Will?
The rotting book lay open in front of them. Sirius painstakingly inked the last rune, whispering ancient words of power, and Remus shuddered and moaned, his naked body lit by the sudden illumination of the arcane symbols newly carved into his flesh.
"Wolf," Sirius whispered. Remus transformed. Outside, the sky was dark and moonless.
Moony came to Sirius and put nose to paws, obeisance before his master.
"Remus." Another whisper, another transformation, and Remus was kneeling before him, panting like he'd run a mile.
So softly, it might have been the kiss of wind through the curtains, "It worked."
"He'll never have you." Sirius promised.
They sealed the vow with blood and sex and magic.
Title: A Way Out
Author: chlare
Summary: Sirius may be trapped in Azkaban, but Remus will always be at his side.
Contains: One vague reference to self-hurt.
Notes: The lyrics I chose to work with from The Cave by the astoundingly amazing Mumford & Sons:
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
Prompt Number: 34 - words: healed, healing, or heal
He has counted minutes, hours, days. Anything to keep sane in this prison he is in for being too foolish, too trusting of those he loved.
Sirius counts how stupid he was for believing that four boys could survive intact through a war that gutted open so much. A war that has made shame and weakness shine; things Sirius never imagined feeling before.
In Azkaban though, it's only Remus he feels.
There's no avoiding that. He has kept his wolf so deep under his skin just to stay warm when the dementors get close. It's Remus who is anchored to his every nerve-ending to keep Sirius safe, a soft light inside him, grounding him, fighting off the aches in his heart that make him want it all to be over. He's felt Remus there in the dark, that soft voice repeating Sirius' name again and again in that soothing, calming way.
Sirius may be half the man he was, and his ransacked soul may never heal - but Sirius knows that Remus is the only thing keeping him this side of sanity.
The lilt of Remus' tongue, Sirius' name on his lips and the heat coils inside him, a flush rising to his cheeks. In his tiny, dank cell, Sirius' body is slick with sweat, listening to Remus in his head, reminding him there will be a way out one day, a way back to Remus' body and heart. The thought rips a low moan from him, scraping the back of his throat raw after months of disuse.
And when he's finally free, when he thinks it might all be over- That he might find Harry, might tell Remus everything-
"Sirius..."
A shiver so raw, so right rips through his body and he feels like he might be whole again.
Title: Dark Secrets
Author: dogsunderfoot
Summary: Sirius and Remus celebrate a victory over death. Of sorts.
Contains: AU Dark Pups, character death, rather bloody...
Notes:
Prompt Number: 38.
He hadn’t expected the ambush. The shock of betrayal made him sluggish and stupid so he couldn’t remember how to even perform a simple Stupefy.
The blood is salty and warm on Remus’ skin; Sirius laps at it as he fucks Remus.
Remus groans and arches his back into Sirius’ thrusts.
They took such pleasure in the torture. Sadistic bastards. Cutting charms, burning hexes, spells to peel skin from muscle and muscle from bone... They were all covered in blood. He tried to hold on for as long as he could, hoping to be saved. They’d covered their tracks well, however, taking the Potters’ Secret Keeper somewhere no one would ever guess-the Shrieking Shack.
“Harder,” Remus begs.
“Feels so fucking good,” Sirius moans. “So tight. So hot.”
“Need more.”
Sirius growls his next words: “Gonna come all over you then lick it off-every bit.”
In the end, the pain and hurt is too much. Peter feels himself fading away as they howl in mutual orgasm. He curses them with his last thoughts.
Remus is the first to notice. “He’s dead.”
“Good thing we got the location, then.” Sirius kisses Remus tenderly. “The Dark Lord will be pleased.”
Title: Lend me your Quill
Author: eprime
Summary: Voldemort discovers a spell that allows him to control the transformation of werewolves who are bound to him.
Contains: Dark Magic
Notes: I'm not a big Ayn Rand fan, but I love this prompt.
Prompt Number: 30 "One of the hotels costliest satin-shaded lamps stood in the middle of the floor, throwing a circle of light on wide sheets of drafting paper. Francisco d'Anconia, in shirt sleeves, a strand of hair hanging down over his face, lay stretched on the floor, on his stomach, propped up by his elbows, biting the end of a pencil in concentration upon some point of the intricate tracing before him."
The jars of richly-colored ink surrounded them. The amber glow from the wall sconces stretched their shadows across the intricate Persian carpet, whose pattern mimicked the twisting convoluted trails Sirius was inscribing on the pale skin of Remus' back. Loose pages of The Prophet littered the sofa and floor, fluttering with a whispering shuffle as the night breeze from the open French windows ruffled through them.
Dark Magic for Dark Creatures!
You-Know-Who Raising Army!
Werewolves at Will?
The rotting book lay open in front of them. Sirius painstakingly inked the last rune, whispering ancient words of power, and Remus shuddered and moaned, his naked body lit by the sudden illumination of the arcane symbols newly carved into his flesh.
"Wolf," Sirius whispered. Remus transformed. Outside, the sky was dark and moonless.
Moony came to Sirius and put nose to paws, obeisance before his master.
"Remus." Another whisper, another transformation, and Remus was kneeling before him, panting like he'd run a mile.
So softly, it might have been the kiss of wind through the curtains, "It worked."
"He'll never have you." Sirius promised.
They sealed the vow with blood and sex and magic.
Title: A Way Out
Author: chlare
Summary: Sirius may be trapped in Azkaban, but Remus will always be at his side.
Contains: One vague reference to self-hurt.
Notes: The lyrics I chose to work with from The Cave by the astoundingly amazing Mumford & Sons:
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
Prompt Number: 34 - words: healed, healing, or heal
He has counted minutes, hours, days. Anything to keep sane in this prison he is in for being too foolish, too trusting of those he loved.
Sirius counts how stupid he was for believing that four boys could survive intact through a war that gutted open so much. A war that has made shame and weakness shine; things Sirius never imagined feeling before.
In Azkaban though, it's only Remus he feels.
There's no avoiding that. He has kept his wolf so deep under his skin just to stay warm when the dementors get close. It's Remus who is anchored to his every nerve-ending to keep Sirius safe, a soft light inside him, grounding him, fighting off the aches in his heart that make him want it all to be over. He's felt Remus there in the dark, that soft voice repeating Sirius' name again and again in that soothing, calming way.
Sirius may be half the man he was, and his ransacked soul may never heal - but Sirius knows that Remus is the only thing keeping him this side of sanity.
The lilt of Remus' tongue, Sirius' name on his lips and the heat coils inside him, a flush rising to his cheeks. In his tiny, dank cell, Sirius' body is slick with sweat, listening to Remus in his head, reminding him there will be a way out one day, a way back to Remus' body and heart. The thought rips a low moan from him, scraping the back of his throat raw after months of disuse.
And when he's finally free, when he thinks it might all be over- That he might find Harry, might tell Remus everything-
"Sirius..."
A shiver so raw, so right rips through his body and he feels like he might be whole again.