Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 9
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Giles
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: 1,795
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 9
Where: Sunnydale, California
When: May, 2001
Remus didn't realize he'd left his new jacket back in the hatch on the island until they were well on their way elsewhere. He had no choice but to declare it lost. He was glad that they ended up next in California, and not somewhere cold and rainy like back home in England. Nonetheless, in the end, he ended up in bed with an Englishman.
“Oh, how I’ve missed this!” Remus said, stretching out in the queen-sized bed. Even after an intense fling and a night of deep sleep, the white sheets still felt crisp and cool against his naked skin. He lay on his stomach, arms and legs splayed out. Then he pulled his limbs inward and rolled onto his back.
“You missed staying up until all hours, running around in the dark after vampires and demons?” Giles carefully sat down on the bed, a tray on his lap. The tray held the contents of a full English breakfast, and Remus salivated at the sight. There were two plates, each heaped with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, hash browns, mushrooms, and half a tomato. There was also a small teapot and two cups with lemon wedges.
“Well, I wasn’t thinking about the vampire hunt, exactly, but that, too, I guess.” Remus moved up and sat down beside Giles. He shared half the burden of the tray. “Once upon a time, I wanted to do that for a living. I got full marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts at school. Always my best subject, which is king of funny, considering what I am.”
He stopped at once, rather startled to have admitted that.
But Giles was still calm and merely lifted the pot to pour the hot water for the tea. He handed over a cup. Then he took off his glasses and polished them on a bit of the bed sheet closest to him. “I, of course, know you are a werewolf.”
Remus gulped down the tea, letting it scald the roof of his mouth. How was it that so many people could figure him out so quickly? Did he have a neon sign over the top of his head flashing ‘once a month I turn furry’?
“I’ve known a werewolf or two in my time,” said Giles, sipping his own cup of tea, then diving into his breakfast. “And it explains a lot.” He took and swallowed a forkful of eggs. “Sorry there isn’t any black pudding. Here in the states it’s a little hard to come by and there’s sausage already.”
“No,” Remus said, tucking in. “This is grand, really.” He sighed happily and ate to his heart’s content. The night had been heavenly- including the part where they’d traipsed through the cemeteries for hours- and the morning was beginning to look even better. Already he had a bit of snuggling next to a handsome bloke and a fully belly.
“It’s not often I entertain someone who appreciates this sort of thing. Usually it’s all power bars and lattés at Starbucks.”
The food was best hot, so they ate steadily. Remus questioned Giles about his reasons for becoming a Watcher, and Giles asked Remus about the wizarding world. Giles knew much more than he would say, however, and when it came to speaking about the present, he was quite tight-lipped. Giles steered the conversation back to last night, and ended up popping up momentarily to retrieve a large tome. They leafed through it, talking about magics and beasties until what remained of their tea had grown cold.
And then, as Remus reached across Giles’ front to turn a page, the back of his hand brushed skin and immediately tingles ran through him. He leaned closer to Giles, turned the page, and buried his face into Giles’ neck. He breathed out- heavy and warm- and lapped his tongue at the man’s ear. “Would you consider giving it another go before I go?”
Giles tilted his head towards Remus, smiling. “How could I resist your powers? Mmm?” He moved away from Remus only long enough to set the tray of dirty dishes on the nightstand. Then he moved close again and thumbed through the book until he got to a page about werewolves. “You’re a werewolf in heat, after all.”
Remus’ hand was busy snaking down Giles’ front, pausing at the more sensitive portions on its way to Giles’ crotch. But as he went to grip Giles’ cock, he caught a glimpse of some words on the page, which stopped him completely. In fact, it froze him up and made him retreat back a few centimeters. “What’s this?”
“Surely you know how it works- that your body gives off an increasingly alarming level of pheromones to attract mates to you.” He reached over and picked up Remus’ hand, squeezing it tightly. “Just a few minutes around a horny werewolf in heat and I wouldn’t stand a chance- no man would, if pursued.” He directed Remus’ hand back to his groin and encouraged rubbing.
But Remus pulled back even further. No matter how alarming the news was, it sure did explain a lot.
Giles looked puzzled and repeatedly attempted to solicit Remus’ affections, but the werewolf was trying not to budge. The tent of sheets over his lap felt differently. His erection ached relentlessly for Giles’ attention. “I can’t,” Remus whispered, as the sheet was pushed off and Giles’ hand obliged. “Please… don’t…” But his crotch tingled with need and he arched his back slightly, thrusting forwards with his pelvis. “Giles…”
“It’s all right,” Giles soothed.
“It’s not,” Remus said, shaking his head. His whole body screamed for release, but his mind still insisted something was wrong with the situation. He had been inadvertently luring men to him this whole time. And while that was what he’d needed as much as wanted, it wasn’t particularly fair to the other men… even if they had seemed to enjoy their times with him immensely.
It was the hardest thing to do, but he pulled himself away from Giles and climbed out of bed. He wrapped a sheet around his waist as he walked across the bedroom. The walls were lined with lovely, dusty old volumes about vampires and black magicks and demons. Remus closed his eyes against them. Even though he knew he was capable of hurting people as a werewolf, he had always been careful to take care not to harm anyone. That was the reason he’d agreed to go to the Ministry holding cages every month when he didn’t have money to build a safe room. He never wanted his affliction to take over and harm people, and yet he had. He wasn’t any better than those dark monsters in the book now.
“Remus?” Giles got out of bed and went to him. His arm- with tattoo on the shoulder- came around Remus from behind. “Come back to bed.”
“I can’t.” Remus tensed up and pulled away.
“But you’re in heat…”
“I’ll spend the month wanking if that’s what it’ll take. It’s not fair to you and to anyone else.”
There was a serious albeit awkward pause. Then Giles laughed. “You misunderstand, Remus.” He went back to the bed and sat down. “See here.”
Remus waited a moment, then his curiosity got the better of him and he joined Giles on the bed.
“You see? You send out pheromones, as I said, but they only work on the already-willing. And I presume they will only work on gay men, since that’s the sort of mate you’d want.”
“Right.” This was doing nothing to change his mind.
“They’ll help you to attract mates, but the person still has a choice.” Giles set the book back down. “And I shall exercise my free will by expressing my desire to have you another time.” He cupped his hand to the side of Remus’ face. “I’m afraid I have nothing to help me persuade you except… perchance…” He other hand removed his glasses. Then he leaned in and kissed Remus.
Remus kissed back, then licked his lips. The taste of the tea and the full breakfast made him smile. He gripped Giles by the shoulders and pushed him right down, onto the open book. “All right then. Last chance to back out!”
Giles chuckled and shook his head. “I wish to remain at your mercy. Do what you will.”
Remus threw off the sheet, only wrapped and tucked loosely around his waist. He buried his face in Giles’ crotch to begin with, breathing in deeply. He wasn’t so sure that Giles didn’t have pheromones of his own. Remus ran his tongue against Giles’ balls and up the stiffening cock. The pages of the book crinkled as Giles shuffled slightly on top of it, back pressed against the pages.
“I’d like you to take me this time,” said Remus. The night before, adrenaline running on high still from the hunt, he had had Giles twice before passing out with exhaustion. Remus had had a number of older clients, but none so distinguished as Giles. None that made his blood boil, none that understood his needs so well. “If you would like to, naturally.”
Giles indulged him. He moved careful, calculating movements. It was slow but all sorts of sensual. Every time Remus wanted a part of his body touched, Giles seemed to know and a finger or tongue or cock was there. Stroking and teasing, rubbing and tweezing, Remus gasped more often than not, amazed at the touch and the expertise. Places that he hadn’t even remembered he had tingled anew. The man would easily make a mint if he wanted to take on a third job.
Giles’ strokes were slow and steady- not weak exactly, but caring. It was quite a contrast with Sawyer’s urgent fucking. For once, Remus could relax and not worry about holding out because Giles wouldn’t let it be over so quickly. Every time Remus’ breathing quickened and heart raced, Giles changed positions or angles, letting the urges die down just a little, preserving the moments as long as they would last without really having to try. The pacing was natural, perfect- a slow build to one of the most amazing, intense orgasms Remus could remember having.
“Shhh, what’s this?” Giles asked, rubbing a thumb against the corner of Remus’ eye where wetness was forming. They had embraced and held each other through silent aftermath.
“I have to leave, don’t I? I don’t belong here in this time with you.”
Giles nodded and wrapped both strong arms and one equally strong leg around Remus’ naked body. “You do have to leave with the Doctor,” he agreed. He kissed Remus’ forehead. “But you don’t have to leave right this minute.”