Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 13
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Stuart
Kinks: Wanking, rimming, frottage, all that good stuff
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: 1,087
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 13

Where: Babylon, Manchester, UK
When: May, 1999

Stuart’s hand had barely begun its work in Remus’ pants when Remus came. He couldn’t help it, really. The man was hot beyond belief. Long face, sparkling eyes, tight curly hair. He smelt of half a dozen people, and Remus had an idea that he might have had a dozen more in as many hours. He seemed the type, this one, the kind who went after what he liked and liked about everything and everyone he saw. Remus couldn’t help but get carried away and let this man have his way.

Stuart had cruised him, seduced him, and then pinned him in a doorway. Remus felt the wood against his back, and against his thigh. The man was packing from the very first second. And after he came, Remus grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around to repeat the action. “Do you want to shag?” Remus whispered as his hand rubbed hard up and down Stuart’s cock. “Or just this?”

“This is fine,” said Stuart. “Just shut your face and… and-oh!” He kissed Remus hard. “Where the fuck did you learn th-that?”

Remus grinned against another hard kiss. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Not going to… fuck that’s good!” He gripped Remus’ arms tightly. “If you stop, I swear, mate… ngh!” Stuart came into Remus’ hand, smiling with relief and charm. Charm sort of oozed out of him, though there was obviously a never-ending supply.

“Couldn’t be bothered for one more, could ya?” Remus asked.

“What’s that?” Remus rubbed his crotch up against a firm thigh. “Christ, you’re hard again already? What are you?”

“You definitely wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Remus laughed. “But how ‘bout it?”

Stuart unzipped the jeans and tugged them down just a little. Stuart’s grease-soaked curls brushed Remus’ balls as his tongue made its way back to Remus’ arse. It teased between the arsecheeks, wet and probing. Remus turned, pressing up against the doorway. He hugged it as he felt the man’s tongue probe, then dive in. Remus gasped with pleasure at each lap and growled playfully every time Stuart decided to retract his tongue and make Remus wait a tick. He was doing the servicing, sure, but Remus wasn’t supposed to forget who was in charge here. Remus pretended to whine, and the man went faster. Remus pretended to beg desperately, and the man reached up to wrap his hand around Remus’ cock. Remus pretended to cry out in helplessness, and the man finished him off.

It would take a long time for the grin to leave Remus’ face after this. “Gotta get a drink,” Stuart said, rising to his feet and letting Remus take care of his pants. He grabbed Remus, hand against the back of Remus’ head, and kissed him hard.

Remus followed him up out of the blue-lit backrooms and into the strobe light-lit nightclub. The songs were different from the last one, but the underlying thumpa-thumpa couldn’t be missed. As the Doctor picked Remus out of the crowd, another man located Stuart. Stuart couldn’t be bothered with introductions. He took the man’s drink and chugged it down. Then he moved on wordlessly towards the bar. The man stood there awkwardly. He had shortish brown hair and a smile to knock you dead. “Ah… hiya. I’m Vince.”

“Remus.” Remus touched his hand to his chest.

“And I’m the Doctor.”

Vince snorted with laughter. “Oy that’s rich. Did Stuart put you up to that? Bet he did. Where’s he off to?” He looked over his shoulder. “Off to get pissed, probably, the twat.”

“Sorry?” said Remus, not following a bit of this. The man rambled when he was nervous.

“The Doctor, he says,” said Vince, waving his hand at the Doctor. “Him. And I’m supposed to ask, what ‘Doctor Who?’ and then you have a laugh?”

The Doctor shook his head. “No, I really am the Doctor.”

“Right,” Vince nodded. “And I’m the Master. Or, better yet, I’m a cyberman. New model. Just came out. Looks exactly like a gay man but inside, just wants to delete you.”

The Doctor looked both uneasy and curious at the same time. “How do you know all that?”

Vince rolled his eyes. “I’m only a fan is all. I’ve even got a K-9 back at my flat.”

The Doctor’s eyes went wide. “You have K-9? What’re you doing with him?”

Vince shrugged. “Well, not the real one, obviously. He was a birthday present from Stuart, actually. Remote controlled, glowing eyes, extendable probe, all that. Even says phrases if you push his button.”

Talk about euphemisms! Remus cleared his throat nervously. The Doctor merely smiled. “So you think you know about me?”

Nodding. “Yeah, o’course. I know enough to know that’s not a proper outfit for a Doctor,” he said, looking the Doctor up and down in his blue, pinstriped suit. “Don’t look a think like the Doctor, any of ‘em. You must be mad if you think I’ll buy into this. Couldn’t even be bothered to go out and get a hat and scarf, could you? Honestly. I’m not impressed. Does this routine usually win you a shag?”

Remus and the Doctor exchanged looks. “Come with us.” The Doctor hooked his arm around one of Vince’s. “Something you should see.” Remus did the same with the other arm, so Vince was trapped- laughing, but trapped. He let them take him outside, down the street, and into a dark alley.

“Now, mates, I’m not up for all that shite Stuart goes for. If you’ve just lured me here for a gang bang…” Vince trailed off as his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the alley. “Oh my God! That’s the TARDIS!”

The Doctor nodded. “Yes it is. As I’ve said, I’m the Doctor. Did you expect me to move through time and space with my companion in a red double-decker bus?”

Vince broke free of them and circled around the blue police box. “Oh my God. That’s a really great likeness.” He knocked on it. “Bloody brilliant, that! Even sounds like more than plywood. Mind you, I’ve seen the specials. I know how it’s done. All wood and paint and unimpressive inside. Bit of a letdown really. Almost don’t want… but I have to. I won’t get my hopes up at all, but do you think I could step inside. You know, for a laugh and all? Say I’ve been inside the TARDIS?”

The Doctor grinned. “Go on in.”


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