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

Little Lion Man

[(Anonymous)]

This shouldn’t be attractive. (Oh, but it is, it is.) Sirius looks like nothing so much as a whipped cur, cowering in your kitchen, touching things only carefully, only for as long as he cannot avoid—as though he’s afraid of being shouted at. (Of being scolded. Bad dog. Bad.) You wonder if he acted like this around the other Order members, because of course he’s saved you for last. (Like a reward. Like dessert.) But they don’t know him well enough, they’ll have put it down to Azkaban, or the escape. You know better. (You’ve a leather collar hidden in a pocket of your valise, a leash somewhere else; you’ve never needed either to bring Sirius to heel.)

“Eat,” you say, and he raises his spoon to his mouth before he realises what he’s doing. Sirius, flushed with anger and embarrassment, is a sight you’ve waited for ages to see. “You look starved.”

“Rats aren’t very nutritious,” he offers, and grins. His smile is not what it once was, but the tentative expression is well-known and well-loved.

You smile back. “Just so. Eat.” It does something to Sirius, to be dependant on you. (It humiliates him.) It does something to you, too, to watch his pride broken. (It pleases you.) You nod encouragingly as he finishes the soup, and lean carefully back in your chair. Sirius looks up, looks down the length of your torso, and drops his eyes back to his empty bowl. “Done?”

“Yes,’ he grates, and, “Remus, I’m sorry I suspected you.”

“Forgiven if you forgive me.” Apologising has always been Sirius’ way of starting your trysts, but to ask forgiveness for this is ridiculous—this you cannot make into a game, when you’ve done worse. (Does he not want it, then?) You straighten, shifting your body behind the table again, desire hidden decently from view.

“No.” He’s up and rounding the table with a greater turn of speed than you’ve thought possible for him. “Remus. I’m sorry.” He’s on his knees now, and his eyes on your face seem innocent of any knowledge what that does to you. “I’m sorry I left you.”

This isn’t how it goes, and the panic mounting in your blood is almost enough to strangle your arousal. (Almost. Never enough.) You run a careful hand over his newly-cropped hair, and murmur, “Sirius, it’s alright. I left you, as well.”

He shakes his head, dislodging your hand. “My fault. I did it. Remus. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He’s crouching lower, spine arcing in a still-graceful line; his hands are tight around your ankles. (You do not do, you do not do; this is too much, too real, too sincere, you like the pretence of Sirius laughingly throwing himself at your feet, never this, oh God, never this.)

“Sirius. Sirius, get up.” He moves, quick and startled, like you’ll kick out at him if he doesn’t get out of range. “Sirius, please.”

“I’m sorry,’ he says, and again, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here, I simply, I had to see you, I’m sorry, what did I do wrong, tell me and I’ll try, Remus don’t send me away."

“It’s alright,” you say, and, “I won’t, Padfoot, it’s okay. Love, it’s alright.”

He nods, once, sullenly, and leaves the room as though escaping.

You set your face in your hands and most resolutely resist weeping. (Oh God, for all your sins, you never knew you wanted this.)

Re: Little Lion Man

[(Anonymous)]

Mmmm the angsty guilt is delicious.

Re: Little Lion Man

[(Anonymous)]

I love the subtle sexuality here. Sirius is irritated at his humiliation, and yet turned on by it, and therefore even more humiliated. It is a lovely little snarl he's got himself wrapped up in until it overwhelms and he needs honesty to ground himself which is where Remus loses it. This is just brilliant in the circling around and around on this theme. It is self-perpetuating and delicious.

Re: Little Lion Man

[(Anonymous)]

I ache for them yet this vicious cycle feels so plausible too.

Re: Little Lion Man

[(Anonymous)]

Ah God, they're so messed up and broken here. Such an interesting take on the prompt. Thank you!