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gwendolyngraceLusty Month of May Challenge
Part 22/31
In which Remus takes a chance
Pairings this chapter: Remus/Kingsley
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Thalpotentiginy, pyrophilia
Wordcount: 3600 and a few more
Author’s notes: Two-thirds through! I can’t believe it. I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, truly. Next time I want to participate in a month-long challenge, someone remind me how much work it is? Thanks. I really liked writing this part. Hope you enjoy.
Remus’s stomach began to turn itself into knots about mid-afternoon on Saturday. He kept counting down the hours until his appointment with Kingsley Shacklebolt. The letter had been vividly graphic and just a touch on the dangerous side, but it piqued Remus’s curiosity in the abstract. Now that the reality closed in, he felt just a bit apprehensive. Kingsley was a loose cannon, even for a Slytherin.
By four o’clock, Remus was so nervous that he shut his books and didn’t even try to get more work done. He almost skipped supper, but Peter convinced him that he’d be better equipped to handle Kingsley with a little something to keep him going. He didn’t even really know what spooked him so much; he could probably match Shacklebolt for strength, and he was probably faster, too. But Kingsley was crafty, and he was clever, and while Remus was fairly sure Snape had not told anyone about his lycanthropy, if anyone could work it out, it would be Shacklebolt. Once he saw Remus’s scar, he would almost certainly know. And he was under no compulsion from Dumbledore to hide what he might know.
Remus was also a bit nervous, he realised at supper, because he had no idea whether Kingsley would try the things in his fantasy. He didn’t know whether he wanted him to try or not, either. Clearly, the tall, dark Slytherin was desirable in his own right. Few students looked as good as he did, on or off the Quidditch pitch, and he never had to look far for someone to share his nights. But the detail with which he laid out his plans for Remus, and those plans themselves, made Remus shiver with fear and anticipation. It was entirely new territory, and Remus didn’t know if he’d like it or not.
Remus ducked out of the meal a few minutes before everyone else, having eaten sparsely. ‘I know,’ he told Sirius, ‘I’m being ridiculous. But I need some air.’ Sirius shrugged, but before Remus left, he pressed a coin into Remus’s hand with a knowing look. Remus smiled. It was an “emergency signal” they had devised for one another long ago. If any one of them needed a distraction, he could signal the others by flipping the coin. It was a reminder that his friends could still help him if he wound up needing it. So Sirius is worried, too, he thought as he squeezed his lover’s arm before leaving.
He crossed the entrance hall quickly and left through the main door. It was cold, but Remus could ignore the cold for short periods of time. He took an abbreviated turn down to the lake and back. It was just long enough for his cheeks to turn bright red and his feet to start feeling a little numb. He really was just being stupid, he decided. Shacklebolt would never do anything that might jeopardise his career, including intentionally harm another student, even a werewolf. Encouraged, he opened the door and passed back into the drafty, but comparatively warm, entrance hall, just in time to see half the school come through on their way out of supper.
Kingsley Shacklebolt leaned against a column on the far side of the hall, near the staircase that led to Potions and the Slytherin dungeons. He had one foot balanced on the column, his arms were crossed, and he was chewing on the stick from a Honeyduke’s HoneyCone. He wore tight jeans and a collared, knit shirt under a green cable-knit jumper, no robes. He watched the younger students stream up the stairs or down to the dungeons with calculated disinterest. Rosier said a few words to him, but Shacklebolt merely shook his head and shrugged. Rosier continued down the stairs. Then Kingsley’s head swivelled toward the front door. He saw Remus, cheeks flushed and hair dishevelled from the wind, and he smiled.
Remus was not at all sure about that smile.
He crossed the entrance hall, trailing behind the last few straggling students. The other Marauders, he was glad to see, were nowhere in sight. As he came within polite distance of the sixth-year, he stopped. ‘Well, I’m here,’ he said unnecessarily.
‘So I see. Did you bring your cloak?’
‘Are we going outside?’ Remus asked.
‘We might,’ Kingsley answered cryptically.
‘Well, I’ve just been. It’s windy, but unless you mean to stay out, it’s not too bad,’ Remus hedged. Why all the secrecy? He decided that perhaps Kingsley just wanted to put him off-balance.
‘Would you rather stay in?’ he asked.
Remus was taken aback. Ordinarily, Shacklebolt liked to be the one in charge, something that according to rumour fuelled the mutual dislike between himself and his house-mate, Snape. ‘I gathered from our conversation the other night that you had specific plans,’ he said instead. He didn’t really want Kingsley to know that he knew what Kingsley supposedly wanted.
‘I do,’ Shacklebolt told him, swinging his bag onto his shoulder. ‘But they’re not confined to one place. I know somewhere we can go inside the castle, if you prefer.’
‘Okay,’ Remus told him. Kingsley held out his arm to invite Remus up the wide staircase, and Remus climbed.
Shacklebolt led him through several corridors and up numerous staircases before Remus realised where they had to be headed. There was a tunnel behind a portrait of Linus van Peltham that led to a small conservatory about midway up one of the towers. The Marauders had found it in their third year. They didn’t think Filch knew about it, but they didn’t know who else might, so they had never chanced using it for anything important.
‘Ever been in here?’ Kingsley asked as he moved the portrait aside.
‘Once or twice,’ Remus admitted. There was no sense lying. If Kingsley were trying to impress, he’d have to work harder. No one knew more about the castle than the Marauders, Remus was sure.
‘I use this room from time to time,’ the black boy explained as they picked their way through the dark tunnel, lit only by their wand tips. ‘I don’t think any of the teachers know about it, nor Filch. The house-elves clean it, but they’re never any trouble.’
‘No, they never are,’ Remus agreed, making conversation. ‘Have you ever been to the kitchens?’
‘Yeah, a few times,’ Kingsley told him. ‘I don’t like them in numbers, though,’ he went on darkly. ‘Creepy.’
‘Not as creepy as—’ Remus began, then cut himself off. They walked in silence for a few more steps, then entered the little room.
It was cosy, with a low fainting couch and many kneeling cushions, an ancient spinet and moulding stacks of music. Kingsley slung his bag onto the top of the instrument and pulled out several candelabras of various sizes and a quantity of candles to go in them. He also extracted a bootleg Wireless machine, which he flipped on and fiddled with the dials before finding a station he liked. ‘Get WWN at home?’
‘Yes,’ Remus answered. ‘Never bother here, though.’
Kingsley arranged the candlesticks and lit the candles with his wand. The light flickered over their faces in alternating bright and shadow. The flames also heated the room up nicely, for there was no fireplace.
‘Have a seat,’ Kingsley invited him, taking up a post on the chaise. It forced Remus to either sit next to him on the chaise or on a cushion by his feet. If he sat at the same level, he would have no backrest; if he took the floor and used the chaise for his back, he would make himself Kingsley’s pet. He chose the couch.
‘We’re not all scum, you know,’ Kingsley said a few minutes later, into the silence. ‘Slytherins.’
‘I never said you were,’ Remus said honestly.
‘Because your friends say it enough for you,’ Kingsley replied calmly. He didn’t sound angry or defensive, merely stating it as fact.
‘Well, they do rather use Snape as a definitive,’ Remus smirked.
‘Snape’s…let’s not talk about Snape,’ Shacklebolt said. They fell into silence again. ‘So, you and Sirius,’ he said after a bit. ‘That really, er, serious?’
‘Yes,’ Remus said. ‘But not wholly exclusive,’ he added. The last thing he needed was for Kingsley to decide he had more blackmail material.
‘He knows you’re with me, in other words?’
‘Yes.’
Kingsley grunted an acknowledgement. Remus thought he might have been disappointed, but it was hard to tell from the monosyllable.
‘Did your plan involve doing anything, or—’ Remus started, but he was cut off mid-sentence when Kingsley leaned over and kissed him. Enthusiastically. Remus opened his mouth and their tongues slid together, exploring each other’s teeth and lips. Remus turned for a better angle, found himself on his knees on the chaise, tipping Kingsley back toward the back rest. His hands were on Kingsley’s chest, holding him down. His flesh felt hot and thick, and he forgot his apprehension of earlier that day.
Kingsley peeled off his clothes between kisses. If Remus’s reaction surprised him, he took it in stride. He pulled off his jumper and the collared shirt underneath it, revealing a chest like polished mahogany and a pierced nipple to match his pierced ear. His muscles were far too defined and developed to have been acquired merely as a Beater. He leaned his bare back on the chaise, luxuriating, it seemed, in the way his skin reflected the candlelight.
Remus leaned back to get a good look. He swiped his palm over Kingley’s unpierced breast, then smiled as Kingsley caught his wrist and pushed his hand onto the pierced one. ‘Tug on it,’ he suggested. Remus hooked a finger into the ring and crooked it up. The whole nipple strained and Kingsley moaned appreciatively. Remus leaned in and teased the nipple with his tongue through the ring.
‘So good,’ Kingsley whispered. ‘You like this?’ he asked, plumping his nipple with his finger and thumb. ‘Bet you’d like to see me naked, hm?’
‘You’d be right,’ Remus told him, grinning. He backed away so that Kingsley could take off his very tight jeans. He shed his boots and then unbuttoned the jeans fly slowly, then slid them down his dark thighs to step out of them completely. He was wearing only a thong underneath, but he left it on and turned in the light. The string back stretched taut between his buttocks. McGonagall would have approved of his tight arse, Remus thought suddenly, and suppressed a laugh.
‘Something funny?’ Kingsley asked, turning back around.
‘No—well, yes, but not about you,’ Remus admitted. He offered his hand to bring Kingsley back to the fainting couch.
Kingsley sat, straddling Remus, and opened his arms. ‘Come back down here and get me hard again,’ he said. Remus leaned forward and teased Kingsley’s dark flesh with his tongue. Kingsley’s arms closed around his head and began to push down toward his crotch. Remus went willingly, but pulled up short at the g-string pouch. Instead, he licked his way to one side and back up Kingsley’s lats to his arm. Kingsley hummed in pleasure, but pressed down again.
‘Eager, aren’t you?’ Remus asked. He twisted his head away and went in with his hand instead. ‘Not just yet,’ he teased. ‘All in good time.’
Kingsley snorted and sat up. He put his hand over Remus’s and brought it to his lips. ‘Suck me now, Lupin,’ he demanded, forcing Remus onto the cushions next to the chaise, ‘If you want anything else, suck.’
Remus pulled away with ease, which he knew surprised Kingsley, but he didn’t care. ‘I’m not here to be dominated,’ he said strongly, finished playing. ‘You asked me, remember? I can leave now, but I don’t think you want me to do that, and you know as well as I do that your threats have no teeth. So it’s up to you, Shacklebolt. We can have a bit of fun as equals, or you can go find someone else to bully into stupid power games.’
Kingsley said nothing for a moment, sizing up Remus’s sincerity. ‘I really think you mean that,’ he concluded. ‘Okay. There’ll be time for that later, then. For now, get one of the candles,’ he said, inclining his head toward the cluster, ‘and bring it closer.’ Remus fetched one of the taller candlesticks, ones that had obviously been shrunk to fit into Kingsley’s bag. ‘Are you cold?’ Kingsley asked him as he fulfilled the request.
‘No,’ Remus told him truthfully.
‘Then would you show me your body?’ Kingsley asked. Politely, Remus noted.
Remus straightened. He pulled off his robes, revealing a pair of worn corduroy slacks and a jumper with holes in the elbows over a striped button-down shirt. He pulled off the jumper. ‘I don’t have anything to show you that’s quite as interesting as you do,’ he warned Kingsley.
‘Don’t stop,’ was all Kingsley said.
Remus unbuttoned his shirt and turned away when he pulled off the sleeves. He folded it fastidiously and set it on top of his robes and jumper, on a cushion to one side so they’d be off the floor. Then he shucked his shoes and stood barefoot on the musty floor. He came back to the chaise, still in his trousers.
‘You stopped,’ Kingsley whined.
‘For now,’ Remus told him. ‘See if you like this first,’ he continued. He knelt on the seat between Kingsley’s knees. Kingsley reached for the candle and lifted it out of its holder. He held the candle between their bodies, letting the flickering light glow against their skin. He lifted the candle to Remus’s scar.
‘What’s this?’ he asked, bringing the flame close enough that Remus could feel the heat, but just short of burning him.
‘Accident,’ Remus said shortly. ‘Dog bite,’ he provided his usual explanation.
‘Big dog,’ Kingsley said with raised eyebrows, but otherwise did not challenge it. A small droplet of wax poured off the top of the candle and landed on Remus’s arm. He hissed. ‘Did I burn you?’ Kingsley asked, snatching the candle away.
‘It’s not bad.’ Remus shook his head. He pulled at the coagulating wax. ‘Gets caught in the hair, though, ouch.’
‘Yeah, it can,’ Kingsley commented strangely. He seemed to want to say something, but hesitated.
Remus remembered in time that he was not to know Kingsley’s predilections. ‘It’s okay,’ he said with a smile. ‘Just…we should probably be more careful with the flames, eh?’
‘Careful, yes.’ He set the candle back on its pedestal. ‘Give me your arm,’ he said. He grasped Remus’s arm where the wax had left a faint red weal on the inside of his elbow. Kingsley lifted his arm and sucked gently on the welt.
Remus shuddered. Kingsley was talented. But before he thought of something to say, Kingsley had yanked on his arm to bring his scarred shoulder forward, and he was licking the bunched, pale skin with a broad, flat tongue. Remus braced himself against the backrest of the chair while Kingsley worked his way from shoulder to nipple slowly.
‘I like what I see,’ Kingsley rumbled once he had raised both Remus’s nipples to pertness. ‘How about the rest, then?’
Remus’s breath caught, but he rose and unzipped his trousers. He folded them and added them to the pile of his clothes, aware that Kingsley had stood and was moving around the room. The WWN continued its tinny serenade in the background. He felt Kingsley behind him a split-second before the other boy snapped his waistband against his back. ‘Those too, love,’ he ordered. ‘And then go have a lie down.’
Remus swallowed. Here was the test. He thought he knew what might be Kingsley’s next move. But he was here because he wanted to try it, and Kingsley was certainly proving to be as sensual as he appeared, and so far, they had done nothing that made Remus too uncomfortable. Biting his lip, he slipped the shorts down to his ankles and placed them over the top of his other clothes. He returned to the chaise and draped himself on it artfully, one leg bent under himself.
Kingsley stood by the standing candle, one hand hovering over the flame. ‘Damn, Lupin,’ he assessed as Remus took his seat. ‘You know, you ever want to tell Black where he can get off, I’ll be first in line to get what he’s got.’
‘Not first, Shacklebolt,’ Remus shot back, a little more harshly than he intended. ‘I mean, I know at least a few others who’d claim that right.’
‘Potter?’ Shacklebolt guessed. ‘Surely not Pettigrew?’
‘Did I mention names?’ Remus asked blandly. ‘Anyway, thank you.’
Kingsley growled, but smiled ferally. ‘You’re welcome. Now, as I was saying….’ He took up Remus’s previous position, looming over the pale young man. He held his hands bare centimetres from Remus’s skin, brushing over him with his body heat more than his pores. ‘You’re nice and warm,’ he observed. His hand paused over Remus’s erection. ‘Except here. Hot. For me, Lupin?’
‘Yes,’ Remus breathed.
Kingsley hummed approvingly. He leaned forward and parted Remus’s lips with his own in a soft kiss. ‘Look at me,’ he commanded, and Remus locked eyes with the other. Kingsley took down the candle again and extended the index finger of his other hand. Slowly, carefully, he reached into the pooling liquid by the wick and brought his finger away, coated in cooling wax. He peeled the wax away quickly before it hardened, then held his finger to Remus’s lips. Remus opened his mouth. Kingsley pushed his finger in, and Remus sucked it down as Kingsley pulled against him.
Kingsley’s eyes clouded with contentment. He repeated the process, and Remus sucked his finger cool again. This seemed to signify something for Kingsley, because he tipped the candle and dripped hot wax onto his breast. Remus sat up, wiped it away, and leaned forward to lick and suck the heated flesh. They repeated the action for his other breast, except that Remus slid his lips down from the burnt spot to the nipple ring, pulling with his tongue. Kingsley clamped his hand in Remus’s hair and pulled his head up for a demanding, searching kiss. He released his head only to push him back against the chaise. He put the candle back and selected another one with more wax pooled at its top. He tipped it carefully over Remus’s chest, shushing him when he hissed from the melted wax hitting him. Kingsley leaned over, not wiping the wax away, and chewed it off him.
He spat the wax on the floor and picked up the candle again. He dribbled wax in a line down Remus’s torso, stopping just short of the head of his cock. ‘Does this hurt?’ he asked in a breathy, hoarse voice.
‘Not…not that much,’ Remus admitted. Kingsley drew little circles and patterns in the hardening wax, then once again cleaned Remus’s skin in a series of tiny bites, followed by laving swipes of his tongue.
His cheek brushed Remus’s erection and Remus gasped with pleasure. Kingsley kissed the hairy underside around the base and then worked his shaft once or twice with his hand. ‘Patience, love, patience. Just hold that thought,’ he intoned in his deep bass.
They continued for another half-hour, Kingsley delicately tracing patterns in the wax and alternately licking, wiping, scratching them away from Remus’s flesh, back and front, but avoiding his cock. When he was pink all over with the tiny welts, Kingsley took up the smaller candle again. He held it in front of Remus’s eye. ‘Do you trust me?’ he asked.
‘Can I?’ Remus asked softly.
‘Hold still,’ Kingsley answered, unconcerned with Remus’s doubt, and lowered the candle slowly toward Remus’s cock. A small amount of wax dribbled down the candle, but Kingsley did not let it drip onto the tender flesh below. Instead, he brought the flame closer and closer, until its heat singed Remus’s pubic hair. He gasped and his breath sped up, but he forced himself to hold himself frozen, seeing that if he moved a muscle, he really would burn himself on the flame. The candle flame came close enough to sear just from its heat. His hair curled in on itself, drying up under the onslaught of fire. Kingsley tipped the candle, finally, and wax poured into the limp stretch of sac-skin, between his balls.
‘Ah!’ Remus shouted, and his cock twitched of its own accord.
‘Shh,’ Kingsley said, licking the wax away. ‘Feel it?’
‘Oh…yes,’ Remus closed his eyes.
‘No. Look at me,’ Kingsley ordered. His eyes fluttered open.
‘Kingsley…’ he pleaded.
‘Not yet,’ Shacklebolt said coldly. He blew cool air onto Remus’s sac. ‘I’m going to make you come just from doing this,’ he announced, and brought the candle back in range.
It took three more applications to Remus’s balls and shaft to make good on Kingsley’s promise. Remus reached for himself, but Kingsley slapped his hands away, and Remus came, his spunk shooting straight into the air like a geyser. Most of it fell onto his chest and stomach, but a fair amount hit Kingsley in the face where he held himself over Remus’s body. Kingsley scraped his face clean, then sucked his fingers. ‘Mm…’ he moaned as he licked his hand, and then he leaned over and licked up Remus’s wet stomach.
Remus sat up bonelessly and pressed his face to Kingsley’s chest. ‘Should I…?’ he asked, but Kingsley pushed him away.
‘No,’ he answered, standing up and coaxing Remus out of his reclined pose. ‘I want you to do me,’ he said.
Remus looked at him in surprise. ‘I’m afraid I’ll botch it,’ he admitted.
‘You shan’t,’ Kingsley assured him. ‘And I don’t care if you do, anyway.’
TBC….
Part 22/31
In which Remus takes a chance
Pairings this chapter: Remus/Kingsley
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Thalpotentiginy, pyrophilia
Wordcount: 3600 and a few more
Author’s notes: Two-thirds through! I can’t believe it. I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, truly. Next time I want to participate in a month-long challenge, someone remind me how much work it is? Thanks. I really liked writing this part. Hope you enjoy.
Remus’s stomach began to turn itself into knots about mid-afternoon on Saturday. He kept counting down the hours until his appointment with Kingsley Shacklebolt. The letter had been vividly graphic and just a touch on the dangerous side, but it piqued Remus’s curiosity in the abstract. Now that the reality closed in, he felt just a bit apprehensive. Kingsley was a loose cannon, even for a Slytherin.
By four o’clock, Remus was so nervous that he shut his books and didn’t even try to get more work done. He almost skipped supper, but Peter convinced him that he’d be better equipped to handle Kingsley with a little something to keep him going. He didn’t even really know what spooked him so much; he could probably match Shacklebolt for strength, and he was probably faster, too. But Kingsley was crafty, and he was clever, and while Remus was fairly sure Snape had not told anyone about his lycanthropy, if anyone could work it out, it would be Shacklebolt. Once he saw Remus’s scar, he would almost certainly know. And he was under no compulsion from Dumbledore to hide what he might know.
Remus was also a bit nervous, he realised at supper, because he had no idea whether Kingsley would try the things in his fantasy. He didn’t know whether he wanted him to try or not, either. Clearly, the tall, dark Slytherin was desirable in his own right. Few students looked as good as he did, on or off the Quidditch pitch, and he never had to look far for someone to share his nights. But the detail with which he laid out his plans for Remus, and those plans themselves, made Remus shiver with fear and anticipation. It was entirely new territory, and Remus didn’t know if he’d like it or not.
Remus ducked out of the meal a few minutes before everyone else, having eaten sparsely. ‘I know,’ he told Sirius, ‘I’m being ridiculous. But I need some air.’ Sirius shrugged, but before Remus left, he pressed a coin into Remus’s hand with a knowing look. Remus smiled. It was an “emergency signal” they had devised for one another long ago. If any one of them needed a distraction, he could signal the others by flipping the coin. It was a reminder that his friends could still help him if he wound up needing it. So Sirius is worried, too, he thought as he squeezed his lover’s arm before leaving.
He crossed the entrance hall quickly and left through the main door. It was cold, but Remus could ignore the cold for short periods of time. He took an abbreviated turn down to the lake and back. It was just long enough for his cheeks to turn bright red and his feet to start feeling a little numb. He really was just being stupid, he decided. Shacklebolt would never do anything that might jeopardise his career, including intentionally harm another student, even a werewolf. Encouraged, he opened the door and passed back into the drafty, but comparatively warm, entrance hall, just in time to see half the school come through on their way out of supper.
Kingsley Shacklebolt leaned against a column on the far side of the hall, near the staircase that led to Potions and the Slytherin dungeons. He had one foot balanced on the column, his arms were crossed, and he was chewing on the stick from a Honeyduke’s HoneyCone. He wore tight jeans and a collared, knit shirt under a green cable-knit jumper, no robes. He watched the younger students stream up the stairs or down to the dungeons with calculated disinterest. Rosier said a few words to him, but Shacklebolt merely shook his head and shrugged. Rosier continued down the stairs. Then Kingsley’s head swivelled toward the front door. He saw Remus, cheeks flushed and hair dishevelled from the wind, and he smiled.
Remus was not at all sure about that smile.
He crossed the entrance hall, trailing behind the last few straggling students. The other Marauders, he was glad to see, were nowhere in sight. As he came within polite distance of the sixth-year, he stopped. ‘Well, I’m here,’ he said unnecessarily.
‘So I see. Did you bring your cloak?’
‘Are we going outside?’ Remus asked.
‘We might,’ Kingsley answered cryptically.
‘Well, I’ve just been. It’s windy, but unless you mean to stay out, it’s not too bad,’ Remus hedged. Why all the secrecy? He decided that perhaps Kingsley just wanted to put him off-balance.
‘Would you rather stay in?’ he asked.
Remus was taken aback. Ordinarily, Shacklebolt liked to be the one in charge, something that according to rumour fuelled the mutual dislike between himself and his house-mate, Snape. ‘I gathered from our conversation the other night that you had specific plans,’ he said instead. He didn’t really want Kingsley to know that he knew what Kingsley supposedly wanted.
‘I do,’ Shacklebolt told him, swinging his bag onto his shoulder. ‘But they’re not confined to one place. I know somewhere we can go inside the castle, if you prefer.’
‘Okay,’ Remus told him. Kingsley held out his arm to invite Remus up the wide staircase, and Remus climbed.
Shacklebolt led him through several corridors and up numerous staircases before Remus realised where they had to be headed. There was a tunnel behind a portrait of Linus van Peltham that led to a small conservatory about midway up one of the towers. The Marauders had found it in their third year. They didn’t think Filch knew about it, but they didn’t know who else might, so they had never chanced using it for anything important.
‘Ever been in here?’ Kingsley asked as he moved the portrait aside.
‘Once or twice,’ Remus admitted. There was no sense lying. If Kingsley were trying to impress, he’d have to work harder. No one knew more about the castle than the Marauders, Remus was sure.
‘I use this room from time to time,’ the black boy explained as they picked their way through the dark tunnel, lit only by their wand tips. ‘I don’t think any of the teachers know about it, nor Filch. The house-elves clean it, but they’re never any trouble.’
‘No, they never are,’ Remus agreed, making conversation. ‘Have you ever been to the kitchens?’
‘Yeah, a few times,’ Kingsley told him. ‘I don’t like them in numbers, though,’ he went on darkly. ‘Creepy.’
‘Not as creepy as—’ Remus began, then cut himself off. They walked in silence for a few more steps, then entered the little room.
It was cosy, with a low fainting couch and many kneeling cushions, an ancient spinet and moulding stacks of music. Kingsley slung his bag onto the top of the instrument and pulled out several candelabras of various sizes and a quantity of candles to go in them. He also extracted a bootleg Wireless machine, which he flipped on and fiddled with the dials before finding a station he liked. ‘Get WWN at home?’
‘Yes,’ Remus answered. ‘Never bother here, though.’
Kingsley arranged the candlesticks and lit the candles with his wand. The light flickered over their faces in alternating bright and shadow. The flames also heated the room up nicely, for there was no fireplace.
‘Have a seat,’ Kingsley invited him, taking up a post on the chaise. It forced Remus to either sit next to him on the chaise or on a cushion by his feet. If he sat at the same level, he would have no backrest; if he took the floor and used the chaise for his back, he would make himself Kingsley’s pet. He chose the couch.
‘We’re not all scum, you know,’ Kingsley said a few minutes later, into the silence. ‘Slytherins.’
‘I never said you were,’ Remus said honestly.
‘Because your friends say it enough for you,’ Kingsley replied calmly. He didn’t sound angry or defensive, merely stating it as fact.
‘Well, they do rather use Snape as a definitive,’ Remus smirked.
‘Snape’s…let’s not talk about Snape,’ Shacklebolt said. They fell into silence again. ‘So, you and Sirius,’ he said after a bit. ‘That really, er, serious?’
‘Yes,’ Remus said. ‘But not wholly exclusive,’ he added. The last thing he needed was for Kingsley to decide he had more blackmail material.
‘He knows you’re with me, in other words?’
‘Yes.’
Kingsley grunted an acknowledgement. Remus thought he might have been disappointed, but it was hard to tell from the monosyllable.
‘Did your plan involve doing anything, or—’ Remus started, but he was cut off mid-sentence when Kingsley leaned over and kissed him. Enthusiastically. Remus opened his mouth and their tongues slid together, exploring each other’s teeth and lips. Remus turned for a better angle, found himself on his knees on the chaise, tipping Kingsley back toward the back rest. His hands were on Kingsley’s chest, holding him down. His flesh felt hot and thick, and he forgot his apprehension of earlier that day.
Kingsley peeled off his clothes between kisses. If Remus’s reaction surprised him, he took it in stride. He pulled off his jumper and the collared shirt underneath it, revealing a chest like polished mahogany and a pierced nipple to match his pierced ear. His muscles were far too defined and developed to have been acquired merely as a Beater. He leaned his bare back on the chaise, luxuriating, it seemed, in the way his skin reflected the candlelight.
Remus leaned back to get a good look. He swiped his palm over Kingley’s unpierced breast, then smiled as Kingsley caught his wrist and pushed his hand onto the pierced one. ‘Tug on it,’ he suggested. Remus hooked a finger into the ring and crooked it up. The whole nipple strained and Kingsley moaned appreciatively. Remus leaned in and teased the nipple with his tongue through the ring.
‘So good,’ Kingsley whispered. ‘You like this?’ he asked, plumping his nipple with his finger and thumb. ‘Bet you’d like to see me naked, hm?’
‘You’d be right,’ Remus told him, grinning. He backed away so that Kingsley could take off his very tight jeans. He shed his boots and then unbuttoned the jeans fly slowly, then slid them down his dark thighs to step out of them completely. He was wearing only a thong underneath, but he left it on and turned in the light. The string back stretched taut between his buttocks. McGonagall would have approved of his tight arse, Remus thought suddenly, and suppressed a laugh.
‘Something funny?’ Kingsley asked, turning back around.
‘No—well, yes, but not about you,’ Remus admitted. He offered his hand to bring Kingsley back to the fainting couch.
Kingsley sat, straddling Remus, and opened his arms. ‘Come back down here and get me hard again,’ he said. Remus leaned forward and teased Kingsley’s dark flesh with his tongue. Kingsley’s arms closed around his head and began to push down toward his crotch. Remus went willingly, but pulled up short at the g-string pouch. Instead, he licked his way to one side and back up Kingsley’s lats to his arm. Kingsley hummed in pleasure, but pressed down again.
‘Eager, aren’t you?’ Remus asked. He twisted his head away and went in with his hand instead. ‘Not just yet,’ he teased. ‘All in good time.’
Kingsley snorted and sat up. He put his hand over Remus’s and brought it to his lips. ‘Suck me now, Lupin,’ he demanded, forcing Remus onto the cushions next to the chaise, ‘If you want anything else, suck.’
Remus pulled away with ease, which he knew surprised Kingsley, but he didn’t care. ‘I’m not here to be dominated,’ he said strongly, finished playing. ‘You asked me, remember? I can leave now, but I don’t think you want me to do that, and you know as well as I do that your threats have no teeth. So it’s up to you, Shacklebolt. We can have a bit of fun as equals, or you can go find someone else to bully into stupid power games.’
Kingsley said nothing for a moment, sizing up Remus’s sincerity. ‘I really think you mean that,’ he concluded. ‘Okay. There’ll be time for that later, then. For now, get one of the candles,’ he said, inclining his head toward the cluster, ‘and bring it closer.’ Remus fetched one of the taller candlesticks, ones that had obviously been shrunk to fit into Kingsley’s bag. ‘Are you cold?’ Kingsley asked him as he fulfilled the request.
‘No,’ Remus told him truthfully.
‘Then would you show me your body?’ Kingsley asked. Politely, Remus noted.
Remus straightened. He pulled off his robes, revealing a pair of worn corduroy slacks and a jumper with holes in the elbows over a striped button-down shirt. He pulled off the jumper. ‘I don’t have anything to show you that’s quite as interesting as you do,’ he warned Kingsley.
‘Don’t stop,’ was all Kingsley said.
Remus unbuttoned his shirt and turned away when he pulled off the sleeves. He folded it fastidiously and set it on top of his robes and jumper, on a cushion to one side so they’d be off the floor. Then he shucked his shoes and stood barefoot on the musty floor. He came back to the chaise, still in his trousers.
‘You stopped,’ Kingsley whined.
‘For now,’ Remus told him. ‘See if you like this first,’ he continued. He knelt on the seat between Kingsley’s knees. Kingsley reached for the candle and lifted it out of its holder. He held the candle between their bodies, letting the flickering light glow against their skin. He lifted the candle to Remus’s scar.
‘What’s this?’ he asked, bringing the flame close enough that Remus could feel the heat, but just short of burning him.
‘Accident,’ Remus said shortly. ‘Dog bite,’ he provided his usual explanation.
‘Big dog,’ Kingsley said with raised eyebrows, but otherwise did not challenge it. A small droplet of wax poured off the top of the candle and landed on Remus’s arm. He hissed. ‘Did I burn you?’ Kingsley asked, snatching the candle away.
‘It’s not bad.’ Remus shook his head. He pulled at the coagulating wax. ‘Gets caught in the hair, though, ouch.’
‘Yeah, it can,’ Kingsley commented strangely. He seemed to want to say something, but hesitated.
Remus remembered in time that he was not to know Kingsley’s predilections. ‘It’s okay,’ he said with a smile. ‘Just…we should probably be more careful with the flames, eh?’
‘Careful, yes.’ He set the candle back on its pedestal. ‘Give me your arm,’ he said. He grasped Remus’s arm where the wax had left a faint red weal on the inside of his elbow. Kingsley lifted his arm and sucked gently on the welt.
Remus shuddered. Kingsley was talented. But before he thought of something to say, Kingsley had yanked on his arm to bring his scarred shoulder forward, and he was licking the bunched, pale skin with a broad, flat tongue. Remus braced himself against the backrest of the chair while Kingsley worked his way from shoulder to nipple slowly.
‘I like what I see,’ Kingsley rumbled once he had raised both Remus’s nipples to pertness. ‘How about the rest, then?’
Remus’s breath caught, but he rose and unzipped his trousers. He folded them and added them to the pile of his clothes, aware that Kingsley had stood and was moving around the room. The WWN continued its tinny serenade in the background. He felt Kingsley behind him a split-second before the other boy snapped his waistband against his back. ‘Those too, love,’ he ordered. ‘And then go have a lie down.’
Remus swallowed. Here was the test. He thought he knew what might be Kingsley’s next move. But he was here because he wanted to try it, and Kingsley was certainly proving to be as sensual as he appeared, and so far, they had done nothing that made Remus too uncomfortable. Biting his lip, he slipped the shorts down to his ankles and placed them over the top of his other clothes. He returned to the chaise and draped himself on it artfully, one leg bent under himself.
Kingsley stood by the standing candle, one hand hovering over the flame. ‘Damn, Lupin,’ he assessed as Remus took his seat. ‘You know, you ever want to tell Black where he can get off, I’ll be first in line to get what he’s got.’
‘Not first, Shacklebolt,’ Remus shot back, a little more harshly than he intended. ‘I mean, I know at least a few others who’d claim that right.’
‘Potter?’ Shacklebolt guessed. ‘Surely not Pettigrew?’
‘Did I mention names?’ Remus asked blandly. ‘Anyway, thank you.’
Kingsley growled, but smiled ferally. ‘You’re welcome. Now, as I was saying….’ He took up Remus’s previous position, looming over the pale young man. He held his hands bare centimetres from Remus’s skin, brushing over him with his body heat more than his pores. ‘You’re nice and warm,’ he observed. His hand paused over Remus’s erection. ‘Except here. Hot. For me, Lupin?’
‘Yes,’ Remus breathed.
Kingsley hummed approvingly. He leaned forward and parted Remus’s lips with his own in a soft kiss. ‘Look at me,’ he commanded, and Remus locked eyes with the other. Kingsley took down the candle again and extended the index finger of his other hand. Slowly, carefully, he reached into the pooling liquid by the wick and brought his finger away, coated in cooling wax. He peeled the wax away quickly before it hardened, then held his finger to Remus’s lips. Remus opened his mouth. Kingsley pushed his finger in, and Remus sucked it down as Kingsley pulled against him.
Kingsley’s eyes clouded with contentment. He repeated the process, and Remus sucked his finger cool again. This seemed to signify something for Kingsley, because he tipped the candle and dripped hot wax onto his breast. Remus sat up, wiped it away, and leaned forward to lick and suck the heated flesh. They repeated the action for his other breast, except that Remus slid his lips down from the burnt spot to the nipple ring, pulling with his tongue. Kingsley clamped his hand in Remus’s hair and pulled his head up for a demanding, searching kiss. He released his head only to push him back against the chaise. He put the candle back and selected another one with more wax pooled at its top. He tipped it carefully over Remus’s chest, shushing him when he hissed from the melted wax hitting him. Kingsley leaned over, not wiping the wax away, and chewed it off him.
He spat the wax on the floor and picked up the candle again. He dribbled wax in a line down Remus’s torso, stopping just short of the head of his cock. ‘Does this hurt?’ he asked in a breathy, hoarse voice.
‘Not…not that much,’ Remus admitted. Kingsley drew little circles and patterns in the hardening wax, then once again cleaned Remus’s skin in a series of tiny bites, followed by laving swipes of his tongue.
His cheek brushed Remus’s erection and Remus gasped with pleasure. Kingsley kissed the hairy underside around the base and then worked his shaft once or twice with his hand. ‘Patience, love, patience. Just hold that thought,’ he intoned in his deep bass.
They continued for another half-hour, Kingsley delicately tracing patterns in the wax and alternately licking, wiping, scratching them away from Remus’s flesh, back and front, but avoiding his cock. When he was pink all over with the tiny welts, Kingsley took up the smaller candle again. He held it in front of Remus’s eye. ‘Do you trust me?’ he asked.
‘Can I?’ Remus asked softly.
‘Hold still,’ Kingsley answered, unconcerned with Remus’s doubt, and lowered the candle slowly toward Remus’s cock. A small amount of wax dribbled down the candle, but Kingsley did not let it drip onto the tender flesh below. Instead, he brought the flame closer and closer, until its heat singed Remus’s pubic hair. He gasped and his breath sped up, but he forced himself to hold himself frozen, seeing that if he moved a muscle, he really would burn himself on the flame. The candle flame came close enough to sear just from its heat. His hair curled in on itself, drying up under the onslaught of fire. Kingsley tipped the candle, finally, and wax poured into the limp stretch of sac-skin, between his balls.
‘Ah!’ Remus shouted, and his cock twitched of its own accord.
‘Shh,’ Kingsley said, licking the wax away. ‘Feel it?’
‘Oh…yes,’ Remus closed his eyes.
‘No. Look at me,’ Kingsley ordered. His eyes fluttered open.
‘Kingsley…’ he pleaded.
‘Not yet,’ Shacklebolt said coldly. He blew cool air onto Remus’s sac. ‘I’m going to make you come just from doing this,’ he announced, and brought the candle back in range.
It took three more applications to Remus’s balls and shaft to make good on Kingsley’s promise. Remus reached for himself, but Kingsley slapped his hands away, and Remus came, his spunk shooting straight into the air like a geyser. Most of it fell onto his chest and stomach, but a fair amount hit Kingsley in the face where he held himself over Remus’s body. Kingsley scraped his face clean, then sucked his fingers. ‘Mm…’ he moaned as he licked his hand, and then he leaned over and licked up Remus’s wet stomach.
Remus sat up bonelessly and pressed his face to Kingsley’s chest. ‘Should I…?’ he asked, but Kingsley pushed him away.
‘No,’ he answered, standing up and coaxing Remus out of his reclined pose. ‘I want you to do me,’ he said.
Remus looked at him in surprise. ‘I’m afraid I’ll botch it,’ he admitted.
‘You shan’t,’ Kingsley assured him. ‘And I don’t care if you do, anyway.’
TBC….
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Date: 2004-05-23 04:19 am (UTC)