Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 7
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Curt/Brian/others
Kink: orgy/group sex, hero worship/fantasy fulfillment; also- a warning about drug/alcohol usage and waaaaay too much glitter (as if you could ever have too much glitter)
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: 1,060
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 7
Where: A manor somewhere in England
When: May, 1973
Between the glitter and the black nail polish, Remus Lupin hadn't stood a chance. He didn't know much about muggle music, but he hadn't completely escaped the last decade without noticing the existence of glam rock. Since he was half-wizard, half-muggle, he managed to get the best of both worlds growing up and nothing had captured his attention as an adolescent like the glam rockers. His younger self would have been in awe of Remus' current position.
He was sure that, of everyone in the room, in the orgy, he was probably the only one who wasn't in the band or an official sort of groupie. They didn't seem to mind, though, and no one even asked him how he'd come to be there. They'd just seduced him, removed his clothes, and pulled him down onto the pillow-filled floor. There was squishiness beneath him and constant movement around him as people took it upon themselves to touch or taste everything within reach.
Smoke hung heavy in the air- a combination of tobacco and marijuana. Tastes of various alcohols were on everyone’s lips along with lipstick. The lamps were dim and candles places strategically around the room provided extra light. Music from that night’s concert played in the background.
Curt Wild looked even more gorgeous in person, and his touch was electric, shocking, sweaty, and firm. Remus found himself being pulled over to Curt and devoured. Curt's tongue and teeth worked against Remus' neck, licking, sucking, scraping. The long, dark hair fell across Remus' face but he let it lie there, stirring at each of Remus' breaths. He breathed in the man's scent- wild and dangerous, nuzzling the handsome face, kissing temple, forehead, hairline, and top of head as Curt's kisses meandered around Remus' neck.
There was someone else also at Remus' right side- someone tall and skinny and bright blond. That man had one hand on Remus' cock and another on Curt's. After kissing both quite tenderly, he began stoking them both, in time. Remus shuddered happily, thrusting into the hand to encourage a quickening of pace, though he refused to come before Curt did. Remus recognized the strokes, the
handiwork of someone who'd done this a hundred times before but still enjoyed it. There was a woman kissing that man from behind, working her tongue down to his arse, where her head disappeared from Remus’ sight.
On Remus' left side was the main star of the stage, Brian Slade. Most everyone was naked, though Curt still wore a flashy, gold shirt. It was unbuttoned and hung open on his frame, revealing and hiding certain parts of his chest. Brian, however, was almost entirely clothed still. He wore an outfit bedazzled with sequins and glitter, some of which rubbed off on Remus' skin as Brian ground himself so
elegantly against Remus' side.
Remus turned onto his side, instinctively, and moved gracefully into place. He took Brian's cock out from the glittering white pants and eyed it longingly. Then, together, they guided it into Remus' mouth. Remus circled his tongue around it, pulled back the foreskin, repeated the circling, and heard Brian gasp with delight. Remus had had clients who wanted nothing from him other than a good blow job, so Remus' skills weren't an issue. But his heart raced furiously, practically leaping out of his chest, at the realization that he was servicing his longtime idol.
What was complicated was the fact that someone else had just slipped three well-lubricated fingers into Remus' arsehole. Remus forced himself not to bite down against the sensation, reminding himself that he’d so recently had so much more. Once the fingers were in and maddeningly close to his prostate, Remus' body relaxed with bliss.
Remus stretched, one of his hands landing on Curt’s chest. It sought out nipples, tweaking, teasing, pulling until Curt growled like a wolf, grinning all the while. His other hand rested on the top of the head of a man who was climbing onto Remus for a ride. Their eyes met, and a joint was passed between them, as well as understanding.
Remus took a deep breath, held it for as long as he could, then resumed sucking Brian. Remus closed his eyes at first, sensations bombarding him from every direction without end. The movements were slow but steady, and Remus felt as though he was being carried away on a cloud of bliss, buffeted this way and that on the whims of total strangers.
Except that they weren’t all strangers. He felt as though he knew these people- even the ones whose names he did not know. They were all part of that beautiful culture he had once dreamed of being a part of, knowing that he would fit in if only he’d been old enough. They’d been his role models, his examples, his wank subjects, his fantasy subjects. These men had been all he’d thought about when he’d first admitted his urges to himself. These men’s music had touched his heart and their appearances had fascinated his mind.
And now, here he was- not just among him, but fucking him, and letting him touch them. Remus opened his eyes, wanting to take in every part of it. He felt light, removed from the situation, loving every second as every feeling was heightened and lingered within him. This was Curt Wild and this was Brian Slade- Maxwell Demon- and this was Remus Lupin.
He came with Brian’s cock still in his mouth, and his groan during his orgasm sent the rocker off as well. But even when he was finished, Remus was ready for more. This was the right month for it, after all, with all the time in the world and no need to hold back.
Remus swallowed, grinned at Brian, and rolled back over. Curt and Brian were eyeing each other. Even with all these people between them, moving about them, the pull between the two that Remus had only seen on tele or read about in music magazines was undeniable. For a moment, he was sad for them, knowing how it would turn out for them in their futures. But then he remembered that was his past but their future. And right now, the present was what mattered.
Remus kissed Curt, which got his blood pumping again.