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

Re: Request - D/s, collar

[(Anonymous)]

I'm on this like white on rice!

Re: Request - D/s, collar

[(Anonymous)]

:D

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 0/8

[(Anonymous)]

Please excuse the previous Anon-Fail
Title: Good Boy
Author Notes: I seem to be incapable of P0rn without plot at the moment so there will be p0rn with plot and sufficient build up. :) I'll post as I write it all up

“Good boy.”

Those are words I can never get enough of. I turned my face into the soft fabric of his trousers and smile secretively. The only sounds in the room are Remus’ soft breaths and the sound of that antique oak heirloom brush working its way through my hair. His strokes are even and firm, he worked out the snags and tangles ages ago. Right now he’s enjoying the feel of my hair and I’m enjoying the diligent attentions.

It’s during times like these that I can’t help but to smile. I’ve been his ‘Good boy’ long before Padfoot had ever existed, before I had left behind the cantankerous Most Ancient and Noble House of Black and before the bastard Peter ruined our lives.

Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 1/8

[(Anonymous)]

Part 1
It had all started on my first trip on the Hogwarts Express. James and I were looking for a compartment to stay in, far away from my irritating older cousins. We had ended up sitting with a pair of scrawny kids, both obviously poor and attached to each other. The girl had red hair and a freckled nose and the boy hid behind his curtain of hair only speaking to his companion. James tried to bait them several times but I got tired of it and wandered off.

I was walking past one compartment when I felt chills down my back. The feeling was so strange. It was like my body reacted on its own, I was pulling the door open before I knew what I was doing. What I saw inside was so normal that I was surprised. A thin pale-faced boy was stretched out across the padded bench with his legs crossed at the ankle with a book on his lap.

We locked eyes for a brief moment. I was completely taken in, hypnotized and mesmerized by his gold eyes. I knew that eye color couldn’t be natural; it was too intense and too …wild.

“Can I help you?”

“Ah, no …sorry.” I closed the compartment door and pressed my back against the door. I gasped for air –I still, to this day, can’t remember holding my breath. I went back to the compartment James was in and walked in on shouting match between James and the kid who I learned later was Snape.

Seeing Remus Lupin for the first time was memorable, but Feeling his hands on me for the first time was unforgettable. It happened one the morning in September.

As the heir to a pureblood dynasty you tend to get used to certain things, one of them being house elves. Before Hogwarts I was catered to at all times by House elves. While Kreacher served mother and Regulus, his much saner, nicer and gentler sister Beaztie acted as my nursemaid. Beaztie elves chose my clothes, cooked my meals, cleaned up after me, combed my hair and did practically everything for me. Because I never needed to take care of myself before I had never bothered to learn how.

It was the Sunday morning and I was near tears in the mirror with my silver comb tangled in my hair. I hadn’t plaited it as Beaztie had cautioned before bed and I woke up with a knotty impossible mess on my head. When the comb had been captured by the snarls of my hair I began pulling and yanking. I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn’t even realize anyone had come into the bathroom until I felt Remus’ hands pull mine away from my head.

Remus bit his lip in what I had thought at the time was concentration as he removed the comb from my tangled hair. We sat on the floor together, Remus behind me exercising his infinite patience as he slowly worked the worst of the knots out with his fingers before wetting the comb and some how managing to disentangle every strand of hair with out yanking pulling or cursing once.

Never before had anyone treated me with such diligence or care.

I think I fell in love with him at that moment.

I thanked him afterward; some thing wasn’t yet used to. The words were coarse and delicate on my tongue. I hated saying thank you, well I did until Remus smiled at me charmingly and shrugged.

After that moment I made it my business to see that smile. Pranks, only worked to make Remus smile on occasion. Most of the time he frowned disapprovingly. Remus' disappointed look was more like a crinkle of his brown and a slight pout. While endearing it made my stomach heavy with guilt and the yearning to do better. To be better so that Remus would smile at me again.

Good grades and clever wit made Remus grin but it wasn’t that same slow satisfied smile that I had gotten that day in the bathroom.

So I persevered, yearning for what I thought of as my smile.

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 2/8

[(Anonymous)]

Part 2

At the age of twelve I noticed that Remus was sick more often than he was well. It started small, I would notice that he was pale or looked tired but before long Remus didn’t feel like eating and constantly had aches and pains in his deep in his bones. I tittered to myself wondering what could be wrong, no one told us and we couldn’t find any illnesses in any of the textbooks we looked in but it didn’t stop me from trying to help Remus.

I took it upon myself to look after Remus.

In the mornings Remus always had problems getting dressed, his limbs never wanted to cooperate with him. They were sore most mornings and his fingers were swollen and stiff. Remus was nothing if not tidy and did his best to look presentable and well put together in the mornings. So I decided that I would help Remus dress in the mornings.

I took care to wake with Remus, before Peter and James ever got up and todress myself quickly. When Remus was standing under the hot spray of the shower trying to loosen up his stiff limbs I charmed the wrinkles out of his clothes. When He emerged from the bathroom dry and ready to dress I held him steady s that it was easier to put on the black trousers. Remus always tried but could rarely get his shirt on by himself with out swaying with pain so I helped him work his arms into the sleeves and circled around to his front to fasten all of the tiny buttons. I then fixed his tie with quick fingers, and held out the robes that he slipped into.

In the morning I always got a lovely smile and a sweet "Thanks so very much".

I nodded and went about my morning routine with out looking at Remus again, fearful that he might see the blush that spread across my face every time I was that smile.

In the corridors I made it my business to keep to Remus' heel, just a half step behind him to steady him if he had a dizzy spell or felt weak or catch him should he pass out. James would walk on my other side and Peter walked backward keeping in front of us all but still talking to and watching us as we traveled to and fro.

Remus never ate enough in my opinion so I made sure that he had enough on his plate every time I sat next to him during meals. When Remus' plate cleared of what ever he was eating I made sure that there was more before he turned back to an empty plate.

At night after we were all showered and hanging around the common room or dorm I would sit on the floor in front of Remus' open legs. Remus would almost unthinkingly summon my hairbrush and comb from the bathroom and while he talked he combed the tangles and stress of the day away then brush my hair until I was asleep with my head in his lap.

With out doubt, I lived for the evenings.

Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 3/8

[(Anonymous)]

Part 3
I was thirteen when I had my first wet dream. I was more than a little humiliating. I woke up earlier than usual that day and slipped from under my covers as quietly as I could. When my feet touched the carpet I looked around to see if any of my roommates had stirred knowing that I would never hear the end of it if they knew what happened.

James was still asleep, peter was tucked in behind the heavy canopy drapes and Remus was seated up ramrod straight his amber eyes nearly glowing in the dark as he tracked my movements. I stood completely still, watching Remus as he watched me. Those eerie eyes of his were more frightening than charming when he was awakened form a deep sleep and I couldn’t maintain eye contact for long. Let my eyes wander to the floor and over to my heavy antique trunk where my spare pants and pyjamas were.

I collected them quickly and shuffled off to the shower.

While I was under the hot water I beat off to Remus' eyes.

I fantasized about Remus knowing that I had made a mess of my pants because I was dreaming of him. I rubbed my thumb over the head of my penis when I imagined of his hands touching me the way I remembered from my dreams. I thought of Remus looking at me, watching me, seeing me and only me —love me.

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 4/8

[(Anonymous)]

Part 4
When I was fourteen it finally sunk into my head what a werewolf was.

A were wolf was the boy who slept in the bed across from mine, who loved sweets, books, gobstones and hated sprouts and looking messy. A were wolf was just another person. A Person who was always fighting the thing inside of him even during his sleeping hours, who woke up sore and aching and wasn’t supposed to eat onions, chocolate or grapes because despite the fact that he was human some of the beast remained in his body.

Remus was a werewolf.

And I admit when he finally admitted to it I was a bit wigged. Of all the things I had thought his sickness and constant need to visit home during the school year meant that was the last one to ever cross my mind.

Most of the afternoon he avoided James Peter and I.

In the late afternoon Remus sat far from the fire at one of the tables with a book, James saw his chance and came over dragging the sketches of the castle and prototype map behind him. At Dinner Peter asked Remus if he wanted the last of the devil's food cake.

Later that night when Remus was sitting on his bed I got my brush and sat cross-legged on the floor with my back against the frame and box spring. I tipped my head back to look up at Remus and handed him the brush. I sat still for over an hour as Remus pulled the brush through my hair.

Once he was done and I was just a moment from sleep I stood up and climbed onto the bed with Remus. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed tightly. He was still Remus no matter what and he just had to know that I knew that too.

"You've got me, Rem." I pulled back slightly and pressed a kiss to his cheek. It was something I had seen other people do when they comforted a person that was important to them but never had done my self. "You always have and you always will."

"You know, I think you might just be my best friend." Remus muttered with his face pressed into my shoulder.

"I'm yours. I promise."

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 4/8

[(Anonymous)]

This is so good! Please keep it coming!

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 4/8

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks so much! I'll be sure to finish this one =)

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 4/8

[(Anonymous)]

This is fantastic! I have no idea who you are, anon, but now I'd like to know! :)

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 4/8

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks so much! lets play guess the anon! You'll nevah know who this is! Mwahahahahahahahahah
Evil face —> >:{D

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 4/8

[(Anonymous)]

More please! :D

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 4/8

[(Anonymous)]

You've got it!

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 4/8

[(Anonymous)]

Ah, what happens next! *is greedily impatient*

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 4/8

[(Anonymous)]

welll.... you gotta read the rest to find out ;)

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 4/8

[(Anonymous)]

Really lovely! And completely unexpected to find such a long and thoughtful fill at a kink meme.

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 4/8

[(Anonymous)]

wait..what!?! where's the rest? loving this-hope I got this comment in the right place this time :)

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 4/8

[(Anonymous)]

I think its in the right place and the rest well another part has been posted :)

Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 4/8

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you :)
Ans as for the length of the fill i saw the prompt and fell into the den of a ver persuasive plot bunneh.

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!