Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 14
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Tsume
Kinks: Watersports/golden showers, bestiality (thought I'd get two of the extreme kinks out of the way together! LOL)
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: 1,057
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 14
Where: Some city in a devastated world
When: Some time in the future
Remus lifted his head and sniffed the air. It had a very strange smell to it. Something like decay… something like ash… something like gunpowder.
“What happened here?” Vince asked as he stepped out of the TARDIS and looked around. “We’re in the future,” he said, as a spaceship-type vehicle zoomed overhead.
“Humans carry on. They evolve, they adapt, they create, but sometimes they move too quickly and take things too far.”
Remus realized now what the scent was: apocalypse. It seemed impossible that he could know that, but this place was strange. It looked real- run down and futuristic, but real. However, it didn’t feel real.
Remus followed the two men into the heart of a city. He navigated the narrow, dirty, stone streets easily, accepting the path like a maze he would be able to solve if called upon. The people he passed went on with their business, completely ignoring the new travelers, not because they were too busy but because they knew better.
It was there, on the street, that Remus passed him- close-cropped white hair, tanned skin, amber eyes, ripped black leathers, and earrings. Remus’ jaw would have dropped even without the scent. But his nose twitched, his head turned, and his feet stopped.
“Remus?” the Doctor asked, concerned.
“He’s not a man,” Remus whispered, more to himself than to anyone else. “He looks like a man, but he’s not.” Remus clenched his teeth and growled playfully, lip curling. Not a man, but a wolf. And soon he would disappear around the corner, lost to Remus forever. Unacceptable.
Quickly, Remus turned to his companions. “I’ll find you later. But I have to… that man… I’m sorry.” It was more than just an urge; it was an obligation. He felt it in his blood. He needed this.
He barely stayed around long enough to hear that it was all right for him to take off. Then he tore after the man- the wolf- with his nose twitching, hair on his arms standing upright. Remus caught up with him at the very end of the block. “Hey!” he called out, but received no response. The man walked with hands in his pockets, taking long strides with his legs. Remus reached out to touch the man’s shoulder, to hold him back, but he reached out and found only air.
The man turned and glared at him, teeth barred. But, like Remus, the man sniffed the air. “You’re not human,” it said. “Not completely.
“Neither are you,” Remus pointed out. His hand moved down, through the fake image of a man, until it reached something furry: a wolf’s shoulder. Remus bowed his head submissively, without a tail to tuck between his legs or ears that would lie flat against his head. He made a soft whimpering sound.
“I haven’t met another wolf since…” The slender fingers reached up and touched the large, X-shaped scar on his chest.
Remus wasn’t sure how much to say, but he knew he couldn’t say anything out in the open. There was magic at work here, and certainly there must be a reason why this wolf used a glamour to appear to be a human. “Is there somewhere we can go?” he asked.
The wolf nodded and took him to an abandoned building. It looked as though at one point a team of workers had tried to refurbish it, but now it was nothing more than concrete floors, metal scaffolding, and wooden frames. From the roof, Remus could see the whole of the city stretched out before him. He tried to look for the Doctor and Vince, but a tongue lapped at his face and paws pressed into his chest, stealing his breath and his senses.
Remus sunk down to his knees and whimpered again. Things were so much easier for wolves. It was all about convention, smell, nature, urges. There was no need to use stupid pick-up lines or pay for dinner. There was no need to write your phone number on a wall and hope someone called it. There was no need to talk or feel or understand. Everything was already defined and understood.
Remus felt fur brush his face, and then he felt something wet strike his cheek. He closed his eyes and listened to the trickle. He basked in the warmth. And he inhaled the scent deeply. Wolf piss was so much more concentrated than human piss or even werewolf piss, and Remus went hard immediately at it. “What’s your name?” he asked softly, his moving mouth receiving a drip or two of urine. The taste sent shivers up his spine.
“Tsume,” he replied. “Yours?” He asked as though he didn’t really care.
“Remus.”
A nod. “Are you in heat, Remus?”
Remus nodded back.
“Do you have a mate, Remus?”
Remus shook his head. “My pack is gone.” The pain in his heart throbbed as he said those words. It leapt up into his throat, choking him up.
“So is mine,” said Tsume. “I’m going to have you now.”
“I’m yours.”
A wolf’s anatomy was much different from a human’s, but as Remus bent over, on his hands and knees, he didn’t care how it happened so long as it did happen in the end. It would look like one man fucking another, anyway. No one needed to know that the weight Remus felt against his back was really a wolf’s body. The leather-clad arms that wrapped around Remus’ waist were really fur-covered. The nose and mouth was a muzzle that loved to nuzzle and lick at the back of Remus’ neck. The hands were paws with claws that played gently against his skin.
Tsume’s penis was short and weak, but once it was firmly lodged inside Remus’ arse, the blood rushed to it and made it hard. Tsume gave little grunts of thrusts, not pulling back because of the small barbs but pushing in deeper. They were locked tight, and Remus came with a cry.
But they weren’t done by far. Tsume stayed there, tied to Remus, continuing to hump. He nipped at the base of Remus’ neck and Remus shuddered. It lasted forever, or so it seemed, and Remus came repeatedly, pleasurably, no fewer than a dozen times.
Thank Merlin for cleaning spells.