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gwendolyngrace) wrote2004-03-07 10:41 pm
gwendolyngrace) wrote2004-03-07 10:41 pm
anti-canon!
Okay, I got the idea for this as I was going to sleep last night, and got up this morning and started it, and finished it this evening when I was supposed to be getting ready to finish my taxes. Ah, well. That's what happens when one publicly defends an anti-canon statement.
You could say that this is an answer to this challenge, by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spare_change, but since I wrote this whole hours before I saw the challenge, that would probably be cheating.
You can read more about this version of Remus in Between the Lines. DuPresque is mentioned in Chapter 2. This is borderline R/NC-17 for smut and sexual inscription.
20 questions
Remus still was not used to the weather. He was teaching at DuPresque Academy, a little wizarding school tucked into a swamp outside Bayonne, LA. It was nearing Christmas and the days were still too hot. Only the damp at night often made it feel cooler than it actually was.
That night, Remus stumbled into bed to find it warm...and occupied. He jumped - the last time something had been in his bed here it had been a snake. He had asked at the time whether snakes habitually slithered into teachers' quarters or their beds, but Cable had said it had to be a student prank. Little devils must have broken the wards on the room.
This time, though, the source of heat chuckled and snaked out a hand to grab his arm. "Surprise," said Cable in his soft, almost Cajun, drawl.
"What the..." Remus blithered in relief and confusion.
"I thought, after where we left things last night, y'all'd like the comp'ny."
Remus drew breath sharply. Yes, he probably had given Cable that impression. Cable Valenciennes was the Care of Magical Creatures teacher, and had the muscles - and the scars - to prove it. He was gorgeous, he was a "good ol' boy"...and he was very, very interested. Remus couldn’t think why.
"I'm not sure I'm ready for that." Remus said carefully. He sat on the edge of the bed. "What I didn't tell you is that...it's only been a little more than a year since my...since my partner died." He was quite proud of how steady he sounded saying that. Then he instantly felt guilty. Then angry. 'Oh, bugger,' he told himself.
In the dim light through the window, Cable's smile faded. "Oh. I'm sorry, Remus. Was it...y'know, that there plague?"
"The what? Oh - you mean AIDS? No, he...er, he was killed, in the war against Vol-"
"Heah, even 'round here, folks gets touchy 'bout the name. Y'all was fightin' him, no?"
"Yes. He...well. It doesn't matter," Remus shut the topic down, at a loss to explain and unwilling to make Sirius sound a hero. "The point is..."
"Shore, I know, y'all jes' a mite cautious." He stood, shrugged into a loose pair of coulottes over his boxers, and lazily, almost teasingly, pulled a shirt over his head. "You change yore mind, you jes' know where to come, y'hear?"
Remus watched him go. Was it his imagination, or did Cable look even more muscular in the moonlight as he walked down the path toward his bungalow?
It took a week to accept Cable's offer.
The sex was all right. Not the best, but Cable was no slouch. A few nights later, they were back in Remus's little bungalow. He had a stack of exams to mark, but willfully ignored them when Cable offered a massage. The full moon would arrive in a few days and Remus could feel an achiness all over. He attributed it to the damp.
"What's that on yore case?" Cable asked as he kneaded Remus's back. "'Professor Remus J. Lupin.' Say, Remus," he asked, and Remus, face in the pillow, could feel Cable's broad and open smile, "what's the J for?"
"Er...John," he mumbled, unwilling to tell the truth.
But Cable must have sensed his hesitation. "Naw...no it ain't. C'mon, what is it?"
"It's dead embarrassing, that's what it is."
Cable shifted, and Remus felt his breath hot in his ear. "Y'all gon' have ta tell me now, sugah. Or I'll have to git it outta yo'." Another shift. Remus tried to turn his head, but Cable squeezed his thighs around Remus's waist. "C'mon, gimme a hint. Y'ain't no John, sho'nuf."
Remus sighed, then grinned despite himself. "Guess," he ordered impishly, curious to see what Cable would do.
"Mm..." Cable tapped Remus's wrists lightly, and he could feel the odd tingle that meant they were magically glued to the mattress. "Firs' rule o' workin' with dangerous creatures: make shore they cain't git away, no? Now then...James?" he asked, leaning down to drop a kiss between Remus's shoulderblades.
Remus shuddered. “No,” he said, his voice thick.
“Huh.” Cable began massaging again. “Jasper?” He dragged his fingertips down Remus’s spine. “Jacob?” He worked his thumbs over Remus’s hips. “Jeremiah.” He squeezed Remus’s buttocks gently. “Jonah?”
Remus twitched as Cable stroked a sensitive spot. “Not biblical,” he hinted through an involuntary shiver.
“Ooh, he likes it,” Cable observed. “Wants to play. Let’s see, then....” He leaned over Remus’s neck and began kissing his way down his back, punctuating each guess with a kiss. “Jake. Jeremy. Julian. Joel. Jethro. Naw, that’s biblical....” He pushed Remus’s legs apart, gently, and feathered kisses between kneading fingers, between muttered guesses. “Justin. Jason. Jeffrey.”
“Way off,” Remus teased. He was smiling, having fun despite the stupidity of the situation. Perhaps because of it.
“Well, hep me, then. Gimme a clue.”
“It’s a family name.”
Cable sat up. “Now what kind of a clue is that? Family name.” Remus felt the pressure lift from his back. A moment later he caught a glimpse of Cable and the neatly folded pile of clothing Cable was rapidly depositing on the chair in the corner. “Let the record show,” he announced to the room, as if dictating, “that the pris’nuh has shown...willin’ness to co-op’rate, but has not yet confessed. Therefore we have decided to continue the interruhgation, no.” Remus suppressed a chuckle, which became an inarticulate gasp when Cable returned to the bed and brushed something soft and multi-fingered over Remus’s inner thigh. Cable tickled up into the gap between Remus’s legs, reaching with the tendrils underneath to his balls and the base of his cock. Remus hissed.
“Family name,” Cable repeated. “Mus’ be a wizard family, right?” He slapped one buttock lightly. “Right?”
“More or less,” Remus hedged.
“Yo’ know, them half-answers gonna get y’all a lickin’” Cable observed, and to demonstrate, he threw his leg over Remus’s waist and bent down to lap a long, wet stroke across one deltoid. Next Remus felt a slight scratch on his left side. It started high, drew a line down toward his bottom, and then hooked left and up. “J...Janus? Junius?”
“No...” Remus shivered again, this time from the drying saliva on his back. The inscribed “J” felt wet, too. Sudden realization struck him. Ink.
“What’s the second letter?” Cable asked. He used the feather end of the quill again, making Remus twitch.
“N-not telling,” Remus replied obstinately.
“He really likes it,” Cable laughed. “Time to turn up the heat, I think.” He tapped his wand against Remus’s wrists, and they flew up to the headboard, over his head. It stretched his pecs, and next Remus felt the feathery touch against his nipples.
“Julius!” Cable said triumphantly.
“Close...that’s my father,” Remus admitted, enjoying himself too much to care. “You’re utterly mental, you know that?”
“C’mon, sugah, what’s so bad about this middle name, huh?”
“It’s...a lot to live up to, that’s all.”
“Honey, yo’ lives up to a lot.” Cable said sincerely, and then went to work in earnest. He pushed up on his hands and swung to his knees between Remus’s legs, then sidled down to sit there, reaching around and down to grasp Remus firmly. Each time he thought of a name, he accented it with his strokes. “Jafar. Jameson. Jessup. Josephus - Jonquilus. Jarus - Jay - Jared! Johanus - Justus!”
“Gods!” Remus shouted as sensation flooded through him.
“That good?” Cable asked him smugly.
“No, that’s...your final clue!” Remus flailed against his bonds, against Cable’s shoulders, against the stream of come that shot into Cable’s hands.
Later yet, Cable lay on top of Remus’s prone form, covering him, and idly massaging his wrists and arms where the spell had stretched him.
“So?” he asked softly. “Yo' gonna tell me, or do I have to ‘torture’ y’all agin?”
Remus shook his head. “You’ve had enough clues.” He twisted around to spoon against Cable’s chest. Cable said nothing. Remus sighed. “Jupiter. It’s Jupiter.”
“Ouch,” Cable comiserated. “Family name, huh?”
“My great-great-great-great-great-grandfather.”
“Huh. Suits you, though,” Cable mused, trailing his fingers down Remus’s side.
“How so?” Remus wrinkled his nose.
“Well, bringer of joy. And of course, the uh... largest of the planets.”
“Mm...” Remus took the compliment in stride. “Still, some days...I wish it had just been John.”
You could say that this is an answer to this challenge, by
spare_change, but since I wrote this whole hours before I saw the challenge, that would probably be cheating.You can read more about this version of Remus in Between the Lines. DuPresque is mentioned in Chapter 2. This is borderline R/NC-17 for smut and sexual inscription.
20 questions
Remus still was not used to the weather. He was teaching at DuPresque Academy, a little wizarding school tucked into a swamp outside Bayonne, LA. It was nearing Christmas and the days were still too hot. Only the damp at night often made it feel cooler than it actually was.
That night, Remus stumbled into bed to find it warm...and occupied. He jumped - the last time something had been in his bed here it had been a snake. He had asked at the time whether snakes habitually slithered into teachers' quarters or their beds, but Cable had said it had to be a student prank. Little devils must have broken the wards on the room.
This time, though, the source of heat chuckled and snaked out a hand to grab his arm. "Surprise," said Cable in his soft, almost Cajun, drawl.
"What the..." Remus blithered in relief and confusion.
"I thought, after where we left things last night, y'all'd like the comp'ny."
Remus drew breath sharply. Yes, he probably had given Cable that impression. Cable Valenciennes was the Care of Magical Creatures teacher, and had the muscles - and the scars - to prove it. He was gorgeous, he was a "good ol' boy"...and he was very, very interested. Remus couldn’t think why.
"I'm not sure I'm ready for that." Remus said carefully. He sat on the edge of the bed. "What I didn't tell you is that...it's only been a little more than a year since my...since my partner died." He was quite proud of how steady he sounded saying that. Then he instantly felt guilty. Then angry. 'Oh, bugger,' he told himself.
In the dim light through the window, Cable's smile faded. "Oh. I'm sorry, Remus. Was it...y'know, that there plague?"
"The what? Oh - you mean AIDS? No, he...er, he was killed, in the war against Vol-"
"Heah, even 'round here, folks gets touchy 'bout the name. Y'all was fightin' him, no?"
"Yes. He...well. It doesn't matter," Remus shut the topic down, at a loss to explain and unwilling to make Sirius sound a hero. "The point is..."
"Shore, I know, y'all jes' a mite cautious." He stood, shrugged into a loose pair of coulottes over his boxers, and lazily, almost teasingly, pulled a shirt over his head. "You change yore mind, you jes' know where to come, y'hear?"
Remus watched him go. Was it his imagination, or did Cable look even more muscular in the moonlight as he walked down the path toward his bungalow?
It took a week to accept Cable's offer.
The sex was all right. Not the best, but Cable was no slouch. A few nights later, they were back in Remus's little bungalow. He had a stack of exams to mark, but willfully ignored them when Cable offered a massage. The full moon would arrive in a few days and Remus could feel an achiness all over. He attributed it to the damp.
"What's that on yore case?" Cable asked as he kneaded Remus's back. "'Professor Remus J. Lupin.' Say, Remus," he asked, and Remus, face in the pillow, could feel Cable's broad and open smile, "what's the J for?"
"Er...John," he mumbled, unwilling to tell the truth.
But Cable must have sensed his hesitation. "Naw...no it ain't. C'mon, what is it?"
"It's dead embarrassing, that's what it is."
Cable shifted, and Remus felt his breath hot in his ear. "Y'all gon' have ta tell me now, sugah. Or I'll have to git it outta yo'." Another shift. Remus tried to turn his head, but Cable squeezed his thighs around Remus's waist. "C'mon, gimme a hint. Y'ain't no John, sho'nuf."
Remus sighed, then grinned despite himself. "Guess," he ordered impishly, curious to see what Cable would do.
"Mm..." Cable tapped Remus's wrists lightly, and he could feel the odd tingle that meant they were magically glued to the mattress. "Firs' rule o' workin' with dangerous creatures: make shore they cain't git away, no? Now then...James?" he asked, leaning down to drop a kiss between Remus's shoulderblades.
Remus shuddered. “No,” he said, his voice thick.
“Huh.” Cable began massaging again. “Jasper?” He dragged his fingertips down Remus’s spine. “Jacob?” He worked his thumbs over Remus’s hips. “Jeremiah.” He squeezed Remus’s buttocks gently. “Jonah?”
Remus twitched as Cable stroked a sensitive spot. “Not biblical,” he hinted through an involuntary shiver.
“Ooh, he likes it,” Cable observed. “Wants to play. Let’s see, then....” He leaned over Remus’s neck and began kissing his way down his back, punctuating each guess with a kiss. “Jake. Jeremy. Julian. Joel. Jethro. Naw, that’s biblical....” He pushed Remus’s legs apart, gently, and feathered kisses between kneading fingers, between muttered guesses. “Justin. Jason. Jeffrey.”
“Way off,” Remus teased. He was smiling, having fun despite the stupidity of the situation. Perhaps because of it.
“Well, hep me, then. Gimme a clue.”
“It’s a family name.”
Cable sat up. “Now what kind of a clue is that? Family name.” Remus felt the pressure lift from his back. A moment later he caught a glimpse of Cable and the neatly folded pile of clothing Cable was rapidly depositing on the chair in the corner. “Let the record show,” he announced to the room, as if dictating, “that the pris’nuh has shown...willin’ness to co-op’rate, but has not yet confessed. Therefore we have decided to continue the interruhgation, no.” Remus suppressed a chuckle, which became an inarticulate gasp when Cable returned to the bed and brushed something soft and multi-fingered over Remus’s inner thigh. Cable tickled up into the gap between Remus’s legs, reaching with the tendrils underneath to his balls and the base of his cock. Remus hissed.
“Family name,” Cable repeated. “Mus’ be a wizard family, right?” He slapped one buttock lightly. “Right?”
“More or less,” Remus hedged.
“Yo’ know, them half-answers gonna get y’all a lickin’” Cable observed, and to demonstrate, he threw his leg over Remus’s waist and bent down to lap a long, wet stroke across one deltoid. Next Remus felt a slight scratch on his left side. It started high, drew a line down toward his bottom, and then hooked left and up. “J...Janus? Junius?”
“No...” Remus shivered again, this time from the drying saliva on his back. The inscribed “J” felt wet, too. Sudden realization struck him. Ink.
“What’s the second letter?” Cable asked. He used the feather end of the quill again, making Remus twitch.
“N-not telling,” Remus replied obstinately.
“He really likes it,” Cable laughed. “Time to turn up the heat, I think.” He tapped his wand against Remus’s wrists, and they flew up to the headboard, over his head. It stretched his pecs, and next Remus felt the feathery touch against his nipples.
“Julius!” Cable said triumphantly.
“Close...that’s my father,” Remus admitted, enjoying himself too much to care. “You’re utterly mental, you know that?”
“C’mon, sugah, what’s so bad about this middle name, huh?”
“It’s...a lot to live up to, that’s all.”
“Honey, yo’ lives up to a lot.” Cable said sincerely, and then went to work in earnest. He pushed up on his hands and swung to his knees between Remus’s legs, then sidled down to sit there, reaching around and down to grasp Remus firmly. Each time he thought of a name, he accented it with his strokes. “Jafar. Jameson. Jessup. Josephus - Jonquilus. Jarus - Jay - Jared! Johanus - Justus!”
“Gods!” Remus shouted as sensation flooded through him.
“That good?” Cable asked him smugly.
“No, that’s...your final clue!” Remus flailed against his bonds, against Cable’s shoulders, against the stream of come that shot into Cable’s hands.
Later yet, Cable lay on top of Remus’s prone form, covering him, and idly massaging his wrists and arms where the spell had stretched him.
“So?” he asked softly. “Yo' gonna tell me, or do I have to ‘torture’ y’all agin?”
Remus shook his head. “You’ve had enough clues.” He twisted around to spoon against Cable’s chest. Cable said nothing. Remus sighed. “Jupiter. It’s Jupiter.”
“Ouch,” Cable comiserated. “Family name, huh?”
“My great-great-great-great-great-grandfather.”
“Huh. Suits you, though,” Cable mused, trailing his fingers down Remus’s side.
“How so?” Remus wrinkled his nose.
“Well, bringer of joy. And of course, the uh... largest of the planets.”
“Mm...” Remus took the compliment in stride. “Still, some days...I wish it had just been John.”
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I am also anti-John, because no Frenchman would ever be named Remus John Lupin. I think I may take liberties and call him Remus Jean Lupin in my (giant and trying desperately not to be AU) fic.
This Cable fellow reminds me of Gambit, and makes me long for implausible crossover Remy/Remy slash.
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