AN: This story speaks of sex between two males. If you don't like it I'd suggest you turn around and pick something different. And since one of my characters in this story is an incubus you'd best believe that sex scenes will be attempted or alluded to!
Disclaimer: (which I forgot and am putting in after the fact) I clearly do not own these wizards or this setting. Damian is mine, but I will not claim to own anything that JKR created. I'm just playing with them I swear!
Incubus
Chapter 1- The Shower Scene
Remus Lupin was seen as many things.
To teachers he was a good student. To classmates he was polite and well mannered; just an overall nice boy, he was sure some of the parents thought. To his friends he was just that- a good friend despite his furry little problem.
Remus Lupin was all of these things and that was why it was just so hard for him to deal with certain aspects of life.
And it was more than a little bit ironic that he was hard right now.
He doubted that anyone really thought he jerked off. Maybe they assumed that as such a nice boy, good student, and wonderful friend he didn't do anything like that. That was a stupid thought. Who didn't indulge once in awhile?
The young werewolf was in the showers and he was wanking. No one else was there as Remus didn't choose to have anyone witness such a sight. It would ruin his façade- that Remus Lupin wasn't bad though he was a Marauder and had his share of detentions. That he was a good boy, that didn't change into a slavering beast under the light of the full moon, that the reason why he didn't date girls was because he was more focused on his studies rather than the fact that he wanted something that the girls didn't have.
His grip tightened on his length and he pressed his forehead against the damp tile and almost whimpered at the feeling and the wish that who he imagined to be so intimately caressing him was really there. That the boy he wanted was really there with him rather than running around with the others launching a prank and running from the scene laughing.
Sliding his hand over the soaped and turgid flesh Remus couldn't help but smile thinking about how he'd look. Sirius had the most wonderful laugh. If he really were here, if he really showed a sign of wanting him, of wanting to touch him in anything but a brotherly manner, Remus was certain that he'd be laughing in his particular way, smiling as he stroked and kissed him. Even as he would kiss the werewolf that smile would still linger.
The ghost of that purely infectious and enjoyable laughter floated past him, making him pause in his ministrations and listen over the pounding water, fearful.
Was that him? His face already pink from the surging of his blood and the heat of the water only deepened in hue. He was conflicted. If it really was Sirius what would he do? Would he hide the erection as best he could and hope that the other boy didn't notice as he took his own shower in the cavernous room? Or would Sirius spot him and make a joke about the polite student wanking off when no one was looking? What Remus hoped in the dark depths of his heart was something that his aching libido agreed with completely.
If Sirius were to come in alone, Remus wished that he was just as hungry for a friendly touch as he was. That he was hiding the same desires as he was. That Sirius also wanted him in particular and that to celebrate such an advantageous meeting that he would come over and touch him.
That was the werewolf's ruling fantasy and as he bit his lip and continued to listen he felt the answering touch he had been focusing on and longing for before he was interrupted.
He gasped at the hold and looked around himself before looking down his scarred body. He saw nothing. Not a soul was there. But he could have sworn he felt a hand running down his stomach and reaching for his- he gasped as he felt that touch again along with a light sort of tap or nudge under his chin to direct his gaze upwards and away from what was being done to him by some unseen hand.
Remus's mind was running through the possibilities. Ghost? If so he should try and flee and even if it embarrassed him, confront the specter and tell Dumbledore. Defense Against the Dark Arts was a subject he was adept at yet even with all his learning he couldn't bring himself to fight. The hope that he had lingered and made him stay pressed against the wall enjoying the torment of the touch as he thought of who it had to be, who he wanted it to be.
"Sirius?" he asked softly, as if to speak too loudly would break whatever spell had drawn the other boy here to commit these acts. He swallowed hard as he felt warm puffs of air against his member. He obediently kept his eyes away from the sight and to be honest it was only increasing his arousal.
"Padfoot?" Still no answer. Remus closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the tiled wall noticing that the water was no longer falling from the shower head above him. Did he turn it off himself or was it Sirius?
"Padfoot, if you're under that cloak I think Prongs will kill you. Taking it into the shower for a prank on me?" Remus didn't get the answer he hoped for- what was happening didn't feel like any kind of prank that Sirius would try. This felt, well, serious.
There was that laughter again, just so touchable, so vibrant, so confidant.
Okay, Remus thought in a surprisingly calm manner, Sirius is under the invisibility cloak or using some potion and is toying with me while I'm nude in the shower.
His breath came out in a hiss through clenched teeth as something new was introduced to Sirius's form of play. Sirius licked the underside of the shaft he had been stroking and began teasing the head.
Remus whimpered and searched for something to hold on to, maybe the other boy's shoulders, but couldn't find purchase. It was almost like he was intangible as well as invisible. Potion, Remus decided as the still invisible Sirius pushed him harder against the wall and with one had gripped him by the base and nearly swallowed him whole just like Remus had wanted.
Words were the werewolf's area of expertise, a weapon that was second only to his wand and knowledge of spells. But because of the attentions he was receiving he could hardly string two words together before moaning. The werewolf just had to try harder.
"Gods," he groaned under the sensations. "Don't you know how horrible it is to have you touch me and not be able to reciprocate? I want to touch you too, Padfoot! Why don't you let me touch you? See you? Are you afraid? Because your actions don't make me think so!"
To further aggravate him, the ministrations of the other man's lips, tongue, and hands stopped just as he was so close to his release. Remus's legs felt boneless; he wanted to sink to the ground, he wanted to fall through the tiny drain at his feet and get away. But still he stood, more than his heart aching from the sudden stop of the sexual play. He heard him moving, feeling the changes in the air. Sirius was still standing before him, close enough to kiss. If he was crazy enough to try he would lean forwards and claim those lips, taste himself on Sirius' tongue, running the risk of looking insane while kissing someone no one could see. But he didn't as the double header of not being capable of actually touching his lover of the moment and the risk of someone else from their dorms in Gryfindor Tower coming in and seeing such a strange thing; he'd been lucky enough that nobody had come in to see just what had been happening moments before! Sirius seemed to have the same thought, or at least had had it sooner than the werewolf had.
"I'm not scared. Why don't you show me how unafraid you are and meet me at the Room of Requirement?" Sirius said. His voice became impish and low as he slid a finger down Remus' bare and still damp chest till he reached the still engorged flesh to give it a loving squeeze that almost made Remus lose his balance. "You may want to take care of this- I doubt that you can walk there without somebody noticing even though it's getting late."
Remus nodded, feeling a little slow. "I'll meet you there. Give me some time to change and-," Remus faltered despite what they had just done together but not completed and what the meeting in the Room of Requirement entailed.
Sirius finished for him. "Finish yourself off?" he supplied. "Yes, go ahead and finish wanking." He laughed again and Remus felt his face redden a little more. "But I know you'll be ready for more when you come to see me- I intend to finish what I started."
Sirius didn't reappear. He didn't say anything else. But Remus knew that he was gone. The werewolf sighed and looked down himself before facing the wall, standing under the shower head, and turning on the water as hot as he could stand it.
He couldn't help it. He slid his hand around himself and did what he had already intended before he was given some help and then challenged to meet his love interest for what had to be a more private tryst.
Remus wouldn't lie and say it wasn't what he wanted. He was a young man battling against his romantic urges toward one of his best friends. Sex was a start and hopefully would end in what he fantasized quite a bit about as he lay in bed, separated by a few feet from who he wanted most. Those few feet may have well been a few thousand miles to the young werewolf. But this was progress, this was almost perfect, this was the summation of a goal he had held close to his heart and not whispered to a soul.
The sound of the water hitting the tiled surfaces was enough to cover his gasping groan, his sound of completion that marked the end of his moment of self indulgence.
Remus let the water wash away the evidence and hastily began to soap himself up and rinse off, finishing in record time so he wouldn't be late.
Remus had arrived, hair still damp and clothes askew. He looked both ways before walking past the designated area a number of times with only one thought in his head, repeating over and over.
I want a place to see Sirius. A place no one will find. Where no one will interrupt us, he thought again and again. Finally a door appeared and without hesitation he opened it and walked through.
He looked around and found a sumptuous bed covered in soft pillows and blankets, a fire place that was already crackling merrily, and a little table covered with small snack-like items and drinks.
Remus looked around but couldn't find the person he had come to meet here, frowning in confusion.
"Don't look so upset," an unfamiliar voice said from behind him. Remus spun and was faced by a man that seemed to exude devious and debauched thoughts as easily as breathing. It didn't help that the man wasn't wearing much and that a great amount of tanned skin and toned muscle was on display by the robe draped around his frame.
Tall but not painfully thin like Remus always viewed himself when he looked into a mirror. Beautiful with short raven hair and brows of the same hue over the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Lips that were perfect for smiles, smirks, and many other activities were a healthy pink. He was smiling at him now and Remus swallowed hard.
"Where's Sirius? He told me to meet him here- I don't appreciate piggyback entry into this room."
That was the only way he thought the guy had gotten in to this room, but how did he not hear him or see him? And why in the hell was he dressed like that and walking around the castle?
The man that was certainly not school age smirked at him, and Remus felt oddly trembly. And what was that…no he couldn't be!
What ruined meeting a complete stranger that was nearly naked more than getting the start of a stiffy in their presence? Remus didn't know but would have been glad if the earth just opened up and swallowed him right now.
The man laughed and for a moment Remus thought it was in response to his inconvenient erection. He had brought nothing to cover himself with and tugged the ends of his open school robe to hide it.
"Now now, Remus lets leave the earth out of this. I on the other hand wouldn't mind swallowing you up," the man said while licking his lower lip.
Remus began to back away. "Who are you? A teacher? You're much too old to be a student…"
The man shrugged. "I could claim that role of teacher in a way. I'd claim to be a doctor just for my excellent bedside manner." And again with the laughter. Remus didn't laugh with him.
"But where is Sirius? Have you done something with him? I've you have done anything to hurt him I swear-," Remus was stopped by the man's relaxed and at ease manner.
"You're really worked up aren't you? I think I could help you with that but before I make any more offers maybe I should clear the air." Remus waited expectantly.
"First, my name is Damian. I have done nothing with your Sirius but I've done plenty with you." When Remus's eyes widened in response the man chuckled. "Remember, just a little while ago. You were in the shower when an invisible guest proceeded to blow you?"
Remus felt his face get red and tried to look away from the man who only laughed at his reaction to his words. What came out of his mouth wasn't a denial. It wasn't a point blank telling off to the stranger. It was a pitiful- "But I thought it was Sirius!"
The man named Damian nodded thoughtfully before correcting him. "No, you wanted it to be Sirius. He was the one you were thinking of as you attended to yourself. You love him so much but aren't any closer to having him. I wanted to do a good deed," Damian said, hand over his heart, "so I did something you really really wanted Sirius to do for you- I even made certain that no one would walk in and interrupt us!"
"Where is Sirius right now?"
"He's with a girl," the man said apologetically, "I'm sorry to say that you don't have a chance with him."
Remus' heart deflated at those words, but oddly enough he could still feel the stiffness in his pants. He didn't know what was up but was going to find out-
"Ah! Little detective are you? I'll be you'll find out! Was it a drug or a spell or something that causes you to act like this?" Damian shook his head. "Haven't you realized yet that I've been completing just about every thought you've had or made a comment concerning it? Doesn't that seem just a tad bit odd?"
When Remus remained silent the guy once again shook his head. "I'm so sorry- I just have this effect on people! Random arousal, not being able to form sentences, or catch on to certain things. You see, I am your school's new demon." He chuckled. "The Latin meaning for the name Damian is demon after all. I was getting so tired of being called Daemon so I changed it."
"What are you? You said you're the new demon for our school but that doesn't tell me anything!"
"Oooh!" Damian said excitedly, clapping his hands. "I think you're coming out of it! You stopped speaking in questions for once and gave me a statement that ended with an exclamation point!"
Before he could speak Damian raised a hand to stop him.
"I think it's best to show you rather than talk about it."
In a breath, in a blink, the beautiful man disappeared and was replaced by another person just as handsome in Remus's eyes. He gasped as Sirius took a step forward, still in the clothes he had last seen him wearing. But the smile was all Damian.
Blue eyes turned grey, hair grown a bit longer to go past the shoulders just an inch or so, smiling that damned demon's smile.
"I'm an incubus," the man wearing Sirius's form, using his voice said. "Moony, I can bring you all the pleasures you could dream of. I want to, where the other me, the boy you know so well and call your friend, is probably off banging some easy girl from your year right now. He would never touch you like I would."
In shock, Remus didn't notice at first how close the incubus had gotten to him. All he could really think of was how good it felt to have Sirius look at him that way, to have his arms around him pulling him closer to the body he had admired when he was certain no one was looking, and to have his lips so close so he might have a chance to steal a kiss.
"You wouldn't have to steal anything from me Moony. I'd give it to you. I can hear your every thought if you hadn't noticed already. You think it and I do it," Sirius laughed and it was just like the real one's laugh, like the one he heard in the shower what had made him think that it was Sirius there with him rather than a stranger.
"I don't have to be a stranger, Remus. I could be your secret lover. No one would ever have to know- no one will be any wiser that you're a shirt-lifter. Your Sirius will never find out and your friendship will be safe. An afternoon of classes and adventures with him could lead to an evening spent with me fulfilling every little desire he could have kindled in you."
Any protests he could have made were falling away under the on slot of the possibilities and just the flare of wanting in him. Was the demon doing this?
"No, that's all you. See, you get it. Why don't you give me a spin, eh?"
He knew it was wrong. He knew it was bad. But he couldn't stop himself. He shrugged out of his school robes and took off his shirt. He began to work on his pants as the incubus still in Sirius' form looked at him in a decidedly hungry fashion.
"Of course I'm hungry," Damian said happily in response to the werewolf's thoughts. "A healthy incubus is a well fed one," the demon said watching in pleasure as Remus shivered at those words. "And I'm sure you'll feed me well. If what I was treated to in that shower was an appetizer I can't wait for the main course."
AN: Will this story be deleted? Possibly, even though I've seen fics out there with way more involved mature scenes. Will it be deleted just for the topic? I don't know. I just had the idea and decided to run with it. It's been a long time since I posted anything and said to myself 'What the heck!' Maybe it will get me to finish my other fics… And the title has absolutely nothing to do with the band, of course!