Day Twenty Four Drabbles

Nov 24, 2010 19:52

This is our final post for the Moony and Padfoot Porny Prompt Drabble Fest! The quality of fics in this fest has been extraordinary, and we are in awe of the talent in our little corner of fandom.

Thank you to our authors for their enthusiasm and participation, our prompters for providing some damn HOT prompts for our authors to drool over choose from, and our readers for their support and pompom waving.

If you haven't already, feel free to repost your drabbles at your journals and the appropriate communities. Also, our prompts are up for grabs! If you saw a prompt you liked, but were too late to join in, or thought you'd like to write a longer story rather than be confined to a word count, by all means, grab it and run with it. We just ask that you reply to the prompt letting us know.

We are taking a break over Christmas, but will be back in January with a Team Last Drabble Writer Standing Challenge! Team Moony or Team Padfoot - who will be victorious?

Enjoy the final drabbles!

Your mods,
dogsunderfoot and remuslives23



Title: Freedom
Author: rhye
Summary: Sirius comes to spring Remus from the Dangerous Creatures Camp.
Contains: kissing
Notes:
Prompt Number: 13

Freedom

Sirius scaled the wall with the proficiency of a drunk elephant, but he made it over. He had not been prepared for what he would find, though. Cardboard boxes and wooden palates nailed together: the Dangerous Creatures Camp was not the prison he had imagined. How could he possibly find Remus amidst this bulk of humanity?

Sirius’s question was answered for him. It was nearly three in the morning, and while most shacks were dark, one nearby was lit. Sirius crept towards the light.

Peaking inside, Sirius saw Remus Lupin reading a book by the light of a candle.

“Remus,” Sirius hissed.

Remus dropped his book, which fell on the candle and caught fire. Sirius’s wand was out in an instant, dousing the flames.

“What are you doing here?” Remus whispered into the darkness.

“Springing you.”

“I belong here,” Remus protested. Sirius knew that Remus believed it.

“You don’t,” Sirius answered.

“I d--” Before Remus could finish his dissent, Sirius shut him up with a kiss firmly placed to the lips.

“Come with me,” Sirius begged. “Come with me and we’ll be together always.”

“Sirius...” Remus sounded long-suffering and frustrated.

Sirius silenced Remus with another kiss, and Remus leaned in this time. Sirius had found his lover inside of this self-pitying man.

“I need you,” Sirius whispered, moving further into Remus’s personal space, pressing their bodies together.

Sirius felt the moment that the tension in Remus gave way, that the fight left his body. “Are we going over the wall?”

Title: Why Sirius Loves Shaving the Muggle Way
Author: remuslives23
Summary: Sirius discovers the joy of shaving
Contains: Coming in pants
Notes: 'Tis hard to write shaving porn in 225 words.
Prompt Number: 37

Sirius held himself still as the sharp edge of the razor touched his skin. It scraped along his jaw, ploughing through the lather and exposing naked skin to the cool air in its wake. Remus pressed closer, straddling Sirius' thighs and dipping his head so close Sirius could feel each exhale warm his skin.

The even rasp of the razor soon faded as Sirius watched Remus work; the man utterly focused, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth in concentration. The tender care touched Sirius' heart, warmth blooming in his chest then spreading through his body until it sparked a fire low in his gut. He hardened, his skin prickling with awareness as the world narrowed to just him and Remus.

Their eyes met, and Remus smiled, rolling his own hard cock against Sirius' erection. Sirius inhaled sharply, trying not to buck his hips up into the touch. Remus' breath came faster as he slowly rocked their bodies together. Sirius was whimpering as Remus wiped the last of the foam away then gripped Sirius' smooth cheeks hard, kissing him desperately.

They rutted frantically and just seconds later, the scent of come and shaving cream was thick in each laboured inhalation as Sirius shuddered through his orgasm. He grasped Remus' denim-encased arse in his palms and arched up, sending Remus tumbling over the edge.

Title: Before the moon.
Author: katie_padfoot
Summary: it’s always so cold in the shack before the December full moon.
Contains: just some kissing. And some swearing.
Notes:
Prompt Number: 6.

The December full moon is always the worst - not because the transformation is any different, but because the weather outside is harsh and the shack offers very little relief from it. It has become a habit for Remus to go straight to the shack after classes on the evening of the full moon, and usually the others go to offer him company, but not tonight, because they all have detention and he doesn’t even know if they’ll make it down to watch over Moony. It’s just as this thought flits across his mind that the rotting wooden door to the bedroom cracks open, and Sirius steps across the threshold. Remus attempts to speak, attempts to protest but the raven haired boy shushes him quickly before gathering the dithering werewolf in his arms and kissing him soundly.

Sirius knows that Remus will disapprove of him skipping detention, but he doesn’t care - his friend, his boyfriend needs him and he’s not about to miss the full. So they sit, cuddled together in order to keep warm in the draughty house, kissing occasionally - enough to excite the werewolf inside the usually standoffish boy. He tries to protest but then Sirius is kissing Remus’ shoulders, biting gently along his collarbones… and oh god, flicking a warm tongue over a cold, pebbled nipple.

Its all too much and yet not enough for Remus, for the wolf who is so close to the surface, just minutes away from emerging. There’s a moan from Sirius and a fucking growl from Remus as they try to get closer whilst hastily removing clothing (partially in preparation for the change, but mostly for the feeling of skin against skin). One more kiss, one more flick of hot tongue against cold flesh… and then it’s over. Then it’s Moony and Padfoot.

Title: Chasing Skirts
Author: inverts
Summary: From the back, he really does look like a girl, but
from the front…
Contains: Cross dressing and a blow job
Notes: I am eternally jealous of the men I have known who have better legs for skirts than I do.
Prompt Number: 4

From the back, he really does look like a girl. Remus had almost left, thinking perhaps Peter had invited his date up to their dorm. Soft hair hangs to below his shoulders, and he shivers when Remus runs his fingers through it. His arms are thicker than Lily’s, and his shoulders wider, straining the sleeves of her cardigan, but the stolen clothes still fit, without the aid of a charm.

It was the legs that gave him away, Remus thinks, bringing his hand up the back of Sirius’s thigh. Remus doesn’t know a single girl with such nice legs, just the right amount of trembling muscle beneath his palm. His hand slides higher, pushing up underneath the fabric of the skirt,
and Sirius’s breaths are loud and shallow. His fingers encounter Lily’s laced, frilly underthings as his palm curves around Sirius’s ass, and he applies just enough pressure to turn Sirius around to face him.

From the front, the illusion is quickly broken. Sirius’s chest is too broad and flat, his jaw to strong, his lips to thin. Even if he were a stocky sort of girl, a gymnast perhaps, proof of his masculinity is found elsewhere. Remus drags his lips up Sirius’s neck and feels stubble, slips his other hand under Sirius’s shirt and encounters tense, tight muscles.

Sirius forgets to breathe as Remus drops to his knees, tugging Lily’s skirt down with him. His erect cock is pushing against the ruffled fabric of her stolen panties, stretching but not tearing, and Remus leans so close that when he exhales, the little frills flutter and Sirius inhales sharply. His breathy gasps turn to moans when Remus’s teeth close on the elastic and he pulls.

Oh yes, Remus thinks, Sirius’s cock filling his mouth. From the front, there is no doubt at all.

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