Remus/Sirius Kink Meme

[ceredwensirius]

As promised in this post (which no one read, lol) I am opening this journal up to an anonymous kink meme. This has nothing to do with my birthday, it just happens to be the most convenient weekend for me for awhile. So, this kink meme will run from now until 10pm January 17th, at which I will turn IP logging back on.

EDIT: Okay, so, this kink meme will run until it runs out of steam, I suppose. I thought to end it tomorrow but that is not to be. I suppose there is no set date now. When prompts start to slow and folks aren't telling me they are working on fills then I'll let everyone know it is coming to end. Also, I've cleaned up my edits a bit.

Rules

1. Anonymous comments only - all others will be deleted by me with no warning.
2. In the subject line of your request put 'Request'
3. One claim per request. Reply to the request comment with 'I've got this' or something, I'm not fussed and then go write your kinky goodness. When you're all ready, post your kinky goodness in reply to the original request.
4. This is a kink meme. No gen, no G, no PG, and no PG13. R and NC17 only. Anything else will get my delete hammer.
5. Remus/Sirius only, though they are free to bring along extra playmates if they so choose.
6. No flames. If I get enough of them I'll turn IP logging back on and this kink meme will be over.

These rules are subject to change by the management, er, me. I've never done this before and the rules as I've laid them out might be quite silly and unworkable. If that is the case, I'll edit the post and make a notation in red letters or something.

EDIT: Art fills are more than welcome!

EDIT 2: I just noticed people are forgetting to put Request in the subject line. People, don't make me spank you.

EDIT: 3 Multiple fills per request is fine. I DID say this was my first time hosting one of these things. :)

EDIT 4: Anon means anon. The rules are simple. Please follow them. I've been lax on reviewers and will continue to be so but if you fill a request, do it anon.

Comments

Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 5a/8

[(Anonymous)]

Part 5

I was coming from the locker room after a match when I saw Remus sitting in the grass necking with that tart Amelia Bones behind the bleachers. At fifteen emotions ran high and jealousy was quick to rear its head. I decided that if I couldn’t have Remus no one could. I made it my mission in life to chase off every girl that gave Remus the eye.

It worked pretty well for a while, when Remus chatted up a girl for longer than I thought proper I subtlety charmed the little wench away from him and would convince her that dropping her knickers for me was the better option. I would do anything to keep those harpies away from Remus.

My plan didn't work out the way I wanted it too.

James crowed that I was a ladies man. Peter called me a tart. McGonagall gave me disapproving stare and the girls circled me like sharks flashing coy smiles like deadly grins. That was all fine and well. I didn’t really care all that much what they thought but I was heart broken by the cold looks and acerbic comments I got after Remus caught me an empty classroom or broom closet with the flavor of the week. Now that I look back on it I think I was subconsciously going places where Remus would walk in on me mid shag.

On the mornings after he caught me with the girls I would wake up to a showered and dressed Remus. His uniform would be sloppy; shirt hanging out of his pants in the back, a few buttons undone and his tie no where to be found. I knew it grated on Remus to be unable to dress himself to his usually fastidious appearance but those mornings he wouldn’t allow me to help him.

The evenings were worse; Remus would still sit and brush out my hair for me with the same care and diligence. I sat with my head in his lap feeling like the most selfish and vile person in the word.

The guilt had rendered me restless and I just couldn’t settle down to sleep night when everyone was asleep I scoured the textbooks as I often did looking for things about lycanthropy. I didn’t find many things, and nothing that was true anyway. But I did some thinking on a passage I read.

If you live through a werewolf attack the chances are you have also contracted the curse. Humans who have been tainted with the saliva of a were wolf then become wolves them selves.

That one line spurred me into action. How could you be a wolf if you were something else? I snatched James' cloak from his trunk and ran as if possessed down the steps and through to the library's restricted section.

Seventeen books and a week of detention later, I had the answer.
To be safe and help Remus we would need to be Animagi.

Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 5b/8

[(Anonymous)]

James and Peter took to the idea right away and for months we poured over books and charts figuring out the process and working through it to find out what we would become.

Between research, pranking and classes I was so tangled up that I didn’t have much time to play the distraction. Despite being stretched thin I woke up every morning early to dress Remus and get his books for the day sorted out and into his bag.

Remus was calmer those days. He said it was because he was presentable and ready for the day, but I knew better. I just smiled and kissed his cheek before carrying on with my morning routine.

James was the first to find his animal. He found it some time in December while napping on Hagrid's back porch in the sun. He sat up, yawned and then declared that he knew just what his animal was.

I was envious. After all, it was my idea to become an Animagus. I had read everything at least three times and worked on the meditational exercises until I was lost in my head and James takes a nap and get the answer to the pressing dilemma? Of course I was angry and jealous but I tried not to show it.

Instead of being my usual snide and sarcastic self because I felt out of depth I took a step back from the research and the books and focused on Remus. It wasn’t too hard to do. I liked doing things for Remus.

I started showering in the evenings before bed. Getting in the bathroom moments before Remus would. I washed my own body and then when Remus had entered I offered too scrub his back. He never said yes but I did so anyway and reveled in the light and pleasurable moans he gave.

It went on for a few days before Remus turned to me when I was in the middle of soaping his shoulder blades. He watched me through narrowed golden eyes and I shifted back a bit, doing my best to forget about my erection and will it away at the very same time.

"Sirius," I just nodded, unable to speak. "Give me the wash cloth and turn around."

I froze for just a moment, afraid that he would be weirded out by the whole thing and kick me out of the bathroom or worse ignore me.

"Sirius." Remus called my name once more his voice still frightfully calm. I did as instructed and was surprised to find my self pulled against Remus. We stood back to chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist and moved his hands covered in soap across my chest and stomach in slow soothing circles. He shampooed my hair and then rinsed it with his usual care before he returned to my body petting and touching as the hot water poured over us.

I was putty in his hands. Remus' touch was firm, gentle and made me feel wanted like I never had before. I let my head lull back against his shoulder and luxuriated in his touch. Not once did his hands drift to my cock that blushed pink and stood up for him, ever hopeful.

When we were clean and both ridiculously hard (well at least I was) I left the steamy shower stall to retrieve Remus' towel. I stood not a foot away and patted his body dry with all the care I could.

Remus smiled for me and pressed his lips against mine before he left to our dorm room.

When he got there he would find his bed turned down and his pyjama pants laid out on his bed, courtesy of yours truly. I knew even then that I would do anything for Remus, any thing I possibly could. And if turn down service was what I could provide, it was what I would do. After all Remus was important.

Remus liked me even if he didn’t ever say it. He sat with me in the hospital wing when ever I was on the wrong side of some one's wand of just under the weather. Remus also would snatch extra apple from the breakfast table for me to snack on during class and was patient with me even when I was at my worst.

I was as good as I knew how to be, just for him.

Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 5c/8

[(Anonymous)]

Peter transformed in February when he was working up the nerve to ask out Gertrude Bigamies. Remus James and I all laughed at him good naturedly but I was Remus who gave him a shove and said; "Are you Man or mouse, Petey!"

And just like that he changed shirking and changing until a great brown rat was squeaking madly and trying to dart up James pant leg.

Again, I was irritated with my inability to grasp the mechanics and magic of the transformation. This time I grumbled and isolated my self, only appearing from my seclusion of my evening hair brushing. I could tell Remus wanted to interrogate me but he didn’t and I appreciated it far more than he knew.

In April Remus was talking to Gideon Weasley, an older bloke from the graduating class openly gay. He and Remus laughed and chatted easily as they walked side by side. I couldn’t help but glower from my half step behind and wish that Weasley was out of the picture.

I got Gideon out the best way —the only way, I knew how.

*

Gideon was a power fuck. He was built like a dragon; all muscles, masculinity and freckles. I didn’t know what to do with that much man, but he sure as hell knew what to do with me.

I was bent over an old oak desk braced firmly while Gideon kissed my tail bone and slid to his knees. His hands were large and his thumbs were calloused and rough as they held my arse cheeks open to expose me in the most shameful way possible. I felt a puff of warm air and then something slick and warm came into contact with the pucker of my anus.

As my subconscious (or Karma) dictated Remus strolled in to the class at that moment, holding the prototype map in one hand and clenching his wand in the other. Remus' Brilliantly gold eyes looked a moment from feral and are too wolfish at that moment.

"Gideon, get off of him please." Still Remus was infuriatingly polite, with a level voice. Gideon jumped up to his feet wide eyed and frazzled, clearly not expecting to have been found and ducked out of the door.

I stayed in position. My hands planted on the desk, arms braced, arse out and Trousers around my ankles. I couldn’t maintain eye contact and dropped my gaze to the floor.

"And here I was, thinking to only ever went for the ladies," Remus flicked his wand at the door making sure it wasn’t accessible. Remus' plush and chapped lips were on the side of my neck, sucking and biting. "You really are trying my patience."

"Remus." I moaned as he sucked one area particularly hard.

Remus didn’t say another word. He just walked around the table and draped himself over my body continuing to bite, nibble and suck on my neck. I didn’t mind that much, it was hot.

What irritated me was the face that other than those kisses he didn't touch me. I pushed my hips back to clue him into what I wanted but Remus onlychuckled and moved to the next bit of skin on my neck laving it with attention.

"Rem, I-"

"Hush."

In the end I followed Remus back to our dorm painfully hard, blushing scarlet, with a collar of mottled red purple hickies around my neck. Remus had laced his finger through my own leading the way and that's when I saw what animal I was.

I bowed my head and accepted it with grace because in truth a dog with out a master is a pitiful thing.

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 5c/8

[(Anonymous)]

Hoooooooot.
Eagerly awaiting the next parts. :3

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 5c/8

[(Anonymous)]

I'm glad you approve :D
I'm working on part 6 now. *typing typing* typing

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 5c/8

[(Anonymous)]

Wonderful! I have to admit I'm waiting eagerly for the rest!