Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 6
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Brian/Remus/Justin
Kink: threesome, double penetration
Disclaimer: Not my characters or world. Just my creative juices. Please don’t sue. I don’t make a dime from this.
Summary: New Companions all around! Remus is in heat and in need of more things than sex…
Word Count for this part: 2,325
Notes: I’m in way over my head this year for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May. Any feedback you’ve got for me would be useful. Also, this is completely unbetaed, because of time constraints. Sorry!
Part 6
Where: Babylon in Pittsburgh, PA
When: May, 2003
This didn’t feel right. It had been a long time since Remus had gone clubbing. Even when he'd been the appropriate age for frivolous, reckless sexual behavior, he'd had much better things to think about- like Voldemort and Death Eaters. The last time he'd been to one, Sirius' hands had not left his body once during the entire night. He hadn't needed to worry about how to pick up or who to go home with at the end of the night. He hadn't needed to worry about what he looked like or how he danced. To Sirius, everything Remus did was sexy.
Looking back, that really should have been Remus' first clue that Sirius Black was certifiably insane.
When the Doctor had suggested some place a little more fun, somewhere Remus could feel free, somewhere Remus could finally indulge his urges properly, Remus' mind had not immediately jumped to the conclusion that they would be traveling to a gay dance club in Pittsburgh. In fact, even after the Doctor had presented it as their destination, Remus seemed reluctant to believe that was where they were headed. They had the whole vastness of space and time stretched out before them- why in the world would someone choose Pittsburgh?
The club was called Babylon, and the line to get in wrapped all the way around the building. The Doctor had been disappointed by the sight and had offered to go back to the TARDIS to try to get there a little earlier. But Remus, with the sneaking suspicion that the machine was a lot more difficult to work and therefore harder to control down to an exact hour, offered to get them in. Squeezing the Doctor's hand tightly, he Apparated them both inside. It was so crowded that no one noticed them appear in the corner, and anyone nearby was so drunk anyway that it probably didn't even matter.
Once they were inside, however, was when the difficulties began. Remus hovered by the bar with a beer in his hand, dreading it every time someone came on to him or even just came up to him. He just couldn’t fathom why anyone would be daft enough to want him. It was one thing to be stuck on an alien planet or a pirate ship, where adrenaline and close quarters were chiefly to blame. But this was different. These men had choices and, if given the choice, Remus probably wouldn’t choose himself either.
“Go dance,” said the little voice in his head, at the same time as the Doctor came up beside him and said it.
“Why are you doing this?” Remus asked. He took another gulp of beer. It was strangely cold. Why were Americans so fixated on cold beer?
“Because you need some fun in your life,” replied the Doctor. “And with you in this condition, this month at least, I suppose you could say that I’m saving London from you.”
Remus snorted. Traveling with a horny Remus was hardly tantamount to saving the world.
“Isn’t there some love potion or spell you can use?”
“Actually, there isn’t.”
The Doctor looked fascinated. “Stunning, transporting, time travel, mind reading- those are all completely within a wizard’s power but a simple little love spell isn’t?”
Laughing, “Well, I technically they do exist and I could perform one, but they’re rather frowned upon in the wizarding world. And I have a personal dislike of them. Free will is a rather precious part of existence.”
The Doctor grinned and nodded. He snapped his fingers. “See, that’s why I like you, Remus.” He slammed his hand down on the counter, leaving money to cover Remus’ drink and a tip. “I want you to go out there now and experience life.” He practically shoved Remus towards the dance floor.
What Remus did next wasn’t exactly dancing. It was a strange, rhythmic something the kind of resembled what the rest of the men on the dance floor were doing. Except that he moved more carefully than they did, worried about making the wrong move. He thought about each move of the arm and wiggle of the arse. It was all calculated and concentrated upon. He had to fit in. He had to move like them. But all the blood in his body raced to his cock, making it impossible for him to think clearly. His dancing got worse as he studied the beautiful men around him. Most had their shirts off. Some had their arms up. All looked like far better catches than Remus would be.
But, surprisingly, someone came up behind him in less than a minute. The man practically humped him from behind, grinding and swaying, forcing Remus’ body to move more fluidly to the loud thumpa thumpa. Remus closed his eyes and threw his head back, his cheek brushing against the man’s. From the feel alone, he was handsome- strong jaw, just a hint of manly stubble. He peeked, one eye open, and caught a glimpse. The man wasn’t just handsome- he was hot.
And he wasn’t alone. Remus suddenly found he had two men vying for his attentions, not just one. The second was shorter, blond, and fucking adorable. His crotch pressed into Remus’ thigh, displaying a fresh erection. All three of them moved in synch, with Remus sandwiched between, suddenly feeling more relaxed and self-assured.
They danced through one song, and then right through another. By the third, Remus was sweating and their hands teased at his shirt. Remembering Will immediately noticing his scars, Remus stiffened and forced his shirt back into place. Hot or not, he would never make it to the back room if they saw what the wolf had done to him. And he so desperately wanted one of them to drag him into the backroom. Some mindless, dirty sex was just what he needed right now. No ships, no bindings, no strawberries. Just sweat and urges and letting an orgasm build up as long as it wanted before it burst from him in the darkness where he could scream out his release without a bit of restraint. But how was he to choose between the two of the men?
“You need to come home with me,” the one behind Remus whispered into his left ear, chewing persuasively on an earlobe. He rubbed his cock right up between Remus’ arsecheeks.
Remus looked at the blond man, wondering if he was going to make such a persuasive argument. The man smiled and blinked at him alluringly. “Come home with us,” he corrected.
“It’s still technically my loft, Justin,” said the one behind.
“And I still live there, Brian,” said the one in front.
Ah. The two were a team, then. This was a thing they did. They snuck up on some unsuspecting guy and pursued him until he caved and went home with them. This was more than Remus had bargained for, certainly. He’d be going without telling the Doctor, and just about anything could happen to him there. The Doctor had told him that strange things happened more often than not wherever the Doctor traveled and who was to say this wouldn’t be trouble staring him right in the face.
Oh, but his cock was so hard. His whole body throbbed with need in time to the music. He wanted nothing more than to rip off their clothes and fuck them both right then and there. And he’d been through a war. He could take care of himself if something unexpected came up. “All right. Back to yours, then.”
“Mmmm,” said the blond one- Justin. “English. That’s nice.”
Remus grinned. “Cheerio, Mate.”
The loft was exquisite. Remus realized that he didn’t even know what year it was. For all he knew, all of this rich-looking furniture was decades old. But to him, it looked plush and gorgeous and the bed was practically on a raised platform in the middle of the whole thing.
It was a hundred times more comfortable than the bunk on the ship- not that that hadn’t been more comfortable than the dirt or a hard tile floor. In fact, this was just about the best place he’d had sex so far this month. Compared to a grungy bathroom stall, this was practically vanilla.
Or it was until they tore off his clothes, making a button fly off his trousers and ripping a sleeve and part of the collar off his shirt. Remus didn’t even bat an eyelash at it as he scrambled to do the same to them. Hands were everywhere and bodies were hard and ready.
There was loads of snogging, which Remus was always fond of. He never kissed his clients; that’s where he drew the line. So kissing was more intimate than anything else, and these two did it so very well. One kissed him, then the other one pulled him over and took over. Then they kissed each other, right in front of him, which made Remus’ cock twitch madly with desire. “Fuck me,” he murmured.
They took it as a request. And they took turns. They must have bought condoms by the caseload, and these were more comfortable than the ones Remus was familiar with. He preferred using protection spells, especially when his clients paid him more when there weren’t real condoms involved. But these were smooth and didn’t fill the bedroom with a strong latex smell. The lube, too, was nice and subtle, even when lathered on by the handful.
One of them penetrated him, pumping hard, while the other kissed him deeply. Then they switched, without a word, with fluid, understanding movements. Remus went from feeling like a plaything at the center of attention to feeling like part of a slow, sexual dance. And unlike the dancing before, this was one his body responded to instinctively. He didn’t think about it because he didn’t have to.
When he knelt on the bed, gripping the headboard, as they both eased into him, he whimpered and swore.
“S’all right,” one of them- Remus couldn’t figure out which at the moment- told him. “Walls are pretty well insulated. Just let go.”
They went deeper and Remus cried out. He couldn’t help it. He looked over his shoulder to see them kissing each other as they fucked him. His knuckles went white as he gripped the headboard, wishing he could hold his cock instead. He thought he would have exploded by now. They were deep inside him, then out, then in again and he had never been in so much pain with so much pleasure at the same time. He screamed “Yes!” and bit his lip so hard it bled. He tucked it into his mouth, sucking, not wanting to drip on the expensive, high thread-count sheets.
It didn’t last long; Remus couldn’t have lasted long. The one who’d been behind him stayed behind him, and the one who’d been in front of him moved in front of him. They lay on their sides, slick and moving with urgency. They held each other tightly, arms around chests and other arms. They moved as one, swaying a different sort of way now.
Remus wanted to wait, but his urges were too strong. He gave into the sensation completely and came with another, surprising yell. The other two came shortly after, and Remus found his hand, which had been stroking Justin, suddenly drenched in creamy ribbons.
When they separated, Brian and Justin kissed again, and Remus gingerly pulled on his shorts. His arse burned, but in a lovely, reminding sort of a way. He thought about asking for a shower, but he didn’t need to.
“Clean up,” said Brian, nodding towards the bathroom. Justin had his arm around Brian, and murmured something to him, nuzzling his jaw line. Brian cleared his throat. “We’ll get you a change of clothes, too.”
Remus shook his head. A spell could clean and repair his well enough.
“Believe me, it’s the least we can do,” said Justin, smiling.
As Remus stood under the shower head, letting the water rain down on him, he found himself smiling, too. This definitely felt good. In fact, it felt right.
He walked back to Babylon to find the Doctor standing out front, waiting for him. The Doctor noticed Remus’ change of clothes- a tight pair of jeans, a maroon turtleneck, and a black leather jacket- and raised an eyebrow at him. Remus noticed the Doctor’s condition- lack of breath, laces of one sneaker untied, and a rumpled suit- and raised an eyebrow at him.
Then they both laughed.
"So," said Remus, taking the Doctor's arm as they walked back to the alleyway where they'd parked the TARDIS. "That was fun."
"Feeling better?"
Filled with the sort of euphoric self-confidence that only came after an extremely satisfying fuck, Remus nodded contentedly. It had felt wonderful to be desired, to have men truly attracted to him, and not to have to collect money from them at the end of it all. "I thought this May would be bloody miserable. Typically it's just the one day a month when I detest being what I am, and this month I was in for being reminded every minute of every day. But now. now I have a friend, and I get to travel." How was it best to put this? Surely the Doctor knew when he got up to at each destination. Otherwise, why would the Doctor have thought to bring him here? However, there were certainly some more tactful ways of putting it.
"And make all sorts of new friends?" There was one of those tactful ways now.
"Quite right." A little harmless fun never hurt anyone.
"If you thought tonight was fun, just wait and see where I take you next."
“Backwards? Forwards? Sideways?”
The Doctor thought for a moment. “Tell me about when you were younger…”
Remus stared, not daring to hope.