Chapter 13
Moony and Sirius
Rugby, England
Break the locks, open the door silently.
Holy shit.
Take back my earlier comment about Black and Lupin.
Black was lying facedown on the bed, face tilted towards the door. He was handcuffed to the top posts, spread eagled and pushed as far down as he could be against the bed. His back, shoulders and upper arms were cut heavily by a knife next to the bed.
Yet I never saw anyone more blissful. His face showed nothing but rapture as he lay there, confined and wounded. He was biting his lip, almost as if he were afraid to scream, but his eyes were closed tightly, tears streaming down as he blushed.
Lupin was a different sight entirely. He was the top, and he made no moves to be gentle about it. He kept his hands on the bedposts, careful not to touch Black. His expression held so much loathing and need. Almost as if he did this only to get out the urges until he found someone else, even if Black seemed more than willing to give him the universe, much less his body. If Black's expression was the most eager to please and blissful I'd ever seen, then Lupin's was the most disgusted and spiteful.
It wasn't fair. Even for Sirius Black.
Black moaned softly, more of a whimper in pain than passion. Lupin snarled.
"S-sorry," he mumbled, but as soon as he tried to close his mouth again he let out a pleasured wail that seemed impossible from the torturous position he'd been put in. Again, Lupin snarled, more angry this time.
Alright, so maybe Black got off on pain. But something told me that wasn't it.
"Moony!" he groaned, and Lupin grabbed the knife again, slashing his arm.
"How many times have I told you to stay silent?"
"I'm- I'm sorry, Remus, you just feel so good I can't-"
"Stop calling me that!" He slashed again, deeper this time, and this time there was no doubt that the wound hurt and Sirius Black did not like being hurt like this.
Probably not. Not after being imprisoned. But why did he let Moony do it then?
Because that was Moony on top, not Remus Lupin.
Moony who hated Black, not Lupin who'd never even dream of confining him, much less cutting him for expressing pleasure with his lover.
If one could call Moony that.
"I like breaking pretty things."
This was beyond broken. No one deserved to be played with like this, not when they were so obviously in love with the one harming them. If Black knew what was going on as well as I did, I'm sure he'd rather be in Azkaban again.
Because it was obvious when Black spoke that he'd thought this was real. It was obvious on his face that he felt Moony loved him back as much as he loved him.
But if he felt that way, then he'd never researched werewolf mating habits.
The wolf is a naturally dominating creature, but it is submissive to its primal instincts. Feed. Hunt. Mate. As long as it can accomplish these feats, it won't care how it's appetites are satisfied.
But the host.
If it is a Male wolf with a female partner, it will be slightly submissive but somewhat dominating, wolf wanting only to pass seed and man wanting only to be loved. Female on male is the same, except she wants nothing more than to bear children. Male/male or Female/female is another story entirely. In this case, the wolf will not be allowed to breed, but will instead give in to much heavier, more frequent sexual desires. The wolf just wants to be sated, and always takes the submissive role. This is because the wolf feels that if it were able it would be the mother, the female role, and the man/woman is used to being dominated by the wolf. In short.
If Moony loved Black, he would be the one tied to the bed while Black took top.
There was love in this room, alright, but like I'd told my mother, it was indeed unrequited.
And for some odd reason as I watched Lupin pull out of Black and leave the room while Black begged him to come back with an expression filled with hopeless dreams, I felt my own heart break.
But I didn't leave as I watched Black sob into his pillow, crying out for the wolf- man who'd walked away without a backwards glance.
Moony and Sirius
Rugby, England
Break the locks, open the door silently.
Holy shit.
Take back my earlier comment about Black and Lupin.
Black was lying facedown on the bed, face tilted towards the door. He was handcuffed to the top posts, spread eagled and pushed as far down as he could be against the bed. His back, shoulders and upper arms were cut heavily by a knife next to the bed.
Yet I never saw anyone more blissful. His face showed nothing but rapture as he lay there, confined and wounded. He was biting his lip, almost as if he were afraid to scream, but his eyes were closed tightly, tears streaming down as he blushed.
Lupin was a different sight entirely. He was the top, and he made no moves to be gentle about it. He kept his hands on the bedposts, careful not to touch Black. His expression held so much loathing and need. Almost as if he did this only to get out the urges until he found someone else, even if Black seemed more than willing to give him the universe, much less his body. If Black's expression was the most eager to please and blissful I'd ever seen, then Lupin's was the most disgusted and spiteful.
It wasn't fair. Even for Sirius Black.
Black moaned softly, more of a whimper in pain than passion. Lupin snarled.
"S-sorry," he mumbled, but as soon as he tried to close his mouth again he let out a pleasured wail that seemed impossible from the torturous position he'd been put in. Again, Lupin snarled, more angry this time.
Alright, so maybe Black got off on pain. But something told me that wasn't it.
"Moony!" he groaned, and Lupin grabbed the knife again, slashing his arm.
"How many times have I told you to stay silent?"
"I'm- I'm sorry, Remus, you just feel so good I can't-"
"Stop calling me that!" He slashed again, deeper this time, and this time there was no doubt that the wound hurt and Sirius Black did not like being hurt like this.
Probably not. Not after being imprisoned. But why did he let Moony do it then?
Because that was Moony on top, not Remus Lupin.
Moony who hated Black, not Lupin who'd never even dream of confining him, much less cutting him for expressing pleasure with his lover.
If one could call Moony that.
"I like breaking pretty things."
This was beyond broken. No one deserved to be played with like this, not when they were so obviously in love with the one harming them. If Black knew what was going on as well as I did, I'm sure he'd rather be in Azkaban again.
Because it was obvious when Black spoke that he'd thought this was real. It was obvious on his face that he felt Moony loved him back as much as he loved him.
But if he felt that way, then he'd never researched werewolf mating habits.
The wolf is a naturally dominating creature, but it is submissive to its primal instincts. Feed. Hunt. Mate. As long as it can accomplish these feats, it won't care how it's appetites are satisfied.
But the host.
If it is a Male wolf with a female partner, it will be slightly submissive but somewhat dominating, wolf wanting only to pass seed and man wanting only to be loved. Female on male is the same, except she wants nothing more than to bear children. Male/male or Female/female is another story entirely. In this case, the wolf will not be allowed to breed, but will instead give in to much heavier, more frequent sexual desires. The wolf just wants to be sated, and always takes the submissive role. This is because the wolf feels that if it were able it would be the mother, the female role, and the man/woman is used to being dominated by the wolf. In short.
If Moony loved Black, he would be the one tied to the bed while Black took top.
There was love in this room, alright, but like I'd told my mother, it was indeed unrequited.
And for some odd reason as I watched Lupin pull out of Black and leave the room while Black begged him to come back with an expression filled with hopeless dreams, I felt my own heart break.
But I didn't leave as I watched Black sob into his pillow, crying out for the wolf- man who'd walked away without a backwards glance.