Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 28
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Lancelot
Kinks: Oh I dunno. Kinda hero worshipy, this part.
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: 1,970
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 28
Where: Camelot
When: May, sometime in the 12th Century
Remus couldn’t believe his eyes. It had been worth leaving it all behind- the elves, the firefly, the sexy vampire- just to be here now. “I didn’t even think it was real,” Remus said. He turned to the Doctor, shining with excitement and gratitude and still a little disbelief. “How did you know?”
“I pay attention to clues,” the Doctor said, shrugging innocently. “Or you can call it a lucky guess. Either way, Remus Lupin, welcome to Camelot.”
They stood at the top of a tall hill, looking down over wide expanses of meadow leading eventually to a dense village. And at the center of that village was an enormous white castle Remus had only seen in paintings and picture books. Books had been his only companions when he was a young child. And the tales of Arthur and his Knights of the Roundtable had given him more knowledge and examples of courage, cleverness, and passion. Remus knew each story by heart. He had imagined himself in them a hundred times- a thousand, even. But never did he once think he could actually be part of them.
The Doctor squeezed Remus’ hand. “What are you waiting for? Transfigure our clothes and Apparate us down there or we’ll miss the May Day celebration.”
Remus’ jaw dropped. “You mean they really did have those, then? With the maypole and dancing and feasting and everything?”
“Absolutely,” the Doctor nodded solemnly. “At least, I think they did. I last visited Camelot under different circumstances.”
It was May as Remus had never imagined it. He and the Doctor sat on a blanket, utterly full and exhausted, having sampled food from more than a dozen plates. The Doctor had insisted they try a bit of everything, and three goblets of spiced wine later, they were both better for so much food in their bellies. Remus had danced with the Lady Guinevere herself, and had watched the children and youngest maidens dance around and about the tall, white maypole until it was all decorated with woven, pastel-colored ribbons. Everyone had flowers in their hair- enough to make Remus’ highly-sensitive nose twitch- and the field was not just green from grass but white and yellow and pink and all other colors besides from flowers not even touched. The sky was a cloudless blue and the temperature a warm perfection. Remus watched Guinevere snuggle up on her blanket, surrounded by her ladies in waiting, and saw an extremely rough and handsome man take a seat next to her. Remus’ heart skipped a beat. King Arthur was everything Remus had ever imagined him to be- instantly, Remus felt drawn to him, wanting to take up the sword and fight in his name. If ever there were someone he would fight for, it was King Arthur.
Remus lay back, his head in the Doctor’s lap. The Doctor stroked Remus’ head lazily as he tickled a buttercup under Remus’ chin. Remus was having such a good time that he almost forgot about what else the month of May meant to him and what it did to him. That all came flooding back when Remus looked to the treeline not far from them and spotted a regal-looking man. Remus would have liked three guesses to his name, though he was fairly sure he could have guessed it in one. “Doctor?” Remus asked, softly. “Would you mind if I abandoned you yet again?”
“Not at all, Remus.”
Remus sat up, studying the Doctor’s face. “Are you certain?”
The Doctor nodded. “Of course. I want you to have fun, remember? That’s why I brought you here of all places.”
But suddenly Remus was uncertain about this. Suddenly keeping his distance seemed a better course of action. “What can I say to them? I know of their lives, their loves, their betrayals, their sacrifices. I know of their fates-”
“Just as you knew of your own weeks ago.” The Doctor was suddenly quite profound. “You made a choice then. You decided what was best. You knew you could not change your history nor anyone else’s. I trust that if you did not speak then, when you had the chance, you will not do so now.” He smiled at Remus. “Now go and have yourself some fun with Lancelot.”
Remus looked again towards the trees. “So that is Lancelot then? I thought it must be, but I wasn’t sure.”
“It is,” the Doctor said. “And I really shouldn’t meet him. I’ve met him before. I’ll meet him later. I looked different but I was still me.” He sighed. “It’s kind of complicated?”
Remus smiled at him. “It’s all right. For what I have in mind, it’s probably better I go solo anyway. But will he have me?” Remus thought briefly about using Polyjuice and a hair from Guinevere’s head. It would not be the first time in the legend that sex came because of magical disguise.
“I have a feeling he will,” said the Doctor. “But you won’t know if you don’t try.” That was true enough.
Remus did his best to approach, looking interested and cheerful but entirely laid back and non-threatening. Lancelot still appeared a bit uneasy to see him. He tried to look as though he hadn’t been looking at anything in particular. “Hello there.”
“Hello. I don’t think I recognize-”
“I’m new here. My name’s Remus.” He held up a bottle. “And I’ve brought libations.”
Lancelot started at the bottle for a moment, then smiled broadly.
*
They sat against a tree, not so far into the forest so that they were well hidden but still able to see parts of the maying party. Remus couldn’t help but notice that the more Sir Lancelot drank, the more he looked out towards the blanket where Guinevere and Arthur rested.
“The more you drink, the more you look at him.”
Remus lifted his head with the bottle and blinked. “Excuse me?”
Lancelot nodded towards the Doctor. “I can’t help but notice that you seem preoccupied with that fine gentleman there. Is he a friend of yours?”
“Yes,” said Remus, wondering how exactly to describe the Doctor.
“Is he a lover of yours?”
Remus hesitated. That was a tricky question. Not a lover in every sense of the word. But once upon a time he had fancied the Doctor. And the Doctor still did it for him, to be sure. However, the love he felt now for the Doctor was not of that sort. Should the Doctor come to him at the end of this and suggest they become something more, Remus would not quickly deny him. Or would he? “No. Not a lover per se.”
“Of course not,” said Lancelot quickly. “I did not peg you for a dandy.”
“You might have done,” laughed Remus. He handed the bottle over and Lancelot took it, hugging it to his chest like a security blanket. “I do very much prefer the company and affections of men.” He watched Lancelot tip the bottle back, then stare beyond the trees again at… “As do you?”
Lancelot swallowed and would not meet Remus’ eyes.
And it finally made sense to Remus- the unwavering loyalty, the undeniable love… it wasn’t just born out of duty after all. And his coveting of the Queen was only because it was as close to the King’s bed as he could get. Or… or would the three share a bed, with Guinevere in the middle? However it happened, it hadn’t happened yet and Remus could not speak a word of it.
“Sometimes betrayal is another kind of love,” Lancelot whispered. “If I have learned anything at all as a knight, it is that wars can destroy terribly. If you are lucky, they will end and leave peace and love in their places. If I am lucky, the wars will never end.”
At a complete loss for words, Remus could only sit open-mouthed at this pronouncement. Then lips met his mouth and it took his brain a whole second to realize he was kissing Lancelot. The Sir Lancelot. Or, rather, the Sir Lancelot was kissing him. And then Lancelot was touching him, with a hand callused from gripping the hilt of his sword. The hand that would both save the kingdom and help send it spiraling into ruin now undid Remus’ belt and loosened his leggings. Remus’ shirt was almost a size too big, and Lancelot’s hands moved freely beneath it.
Remus leaned into him, nipping at his neck with tiny kisses. “Show me how a great knight makes love,” Remus whispered.
Lancelot laughed and downed the rest of the bottle. “He makes love like anyone else, I expect.” He ran his hand over his thin moustache and goatee.
Shaking his head, “No… I won’t believe that.” Even if it were true, Remus knew it would feel different to him. Lancelot’s cock wouldn’t be just any cock.
Remus lay in the grass, disheveled, half-undressed, lying beside a broadsword. The man had come armed to the picnic and festival, and Remus had expected no less from him. But for one glorious hour, King Arthur would have to be his own protector.
Lancelot caressed Remus’ chest and pushed the leggings down to Remus’ thighs. His touch was fierce and exact, pulling Remus hard and fast. Remus gasped happily, making sure Lancelot knew he liked it. Lancelot knelt between Remus’ legs, and Remus gazed up at him longingly. Curly brown hair. Smoldering brown eyes. Devilishly good looks. Straight out of the books, he was, but real and warm to the touch.
After Lancelot slid his lance in, he reached down and pulled Remus to him. Remus straddled him, legs spread as wide as they would go. Remus clenched and relaxed, wrapping his arms and legs around the stalwart knight.
The first thrust felt as though it went right up through Remus to his head. Remus hadn’t really been expecting such force, and he’d moved up a bit along with it. But as Lancelot rocked down, Remus prepared and clung to the man more tightly, and the second time he stayed put even better and felt the thrust hit him even deeper. It was exquisite and almost unreal.
And the man had a warrior’s stamina, his pace slow at first and quickening only a little as time went on. His arms wrapped around Remus, holding him close, holding him tight. The two rocked together, sighing and gasping, grunting and moaning, matching the other’s will and readiness, not wanting it to be over too soon.
Remus felt the man’s heart racing against his own, and he knew when the man’s breath sped up that his own was doing the same. Lancelot yielded and gave of himself through a nuzzle of beard against cheek or the caress of a hand against Remus’ back. And, yet, the glorious thrusts continued in full, not diminishing in strength for their quickness. Each took Remus over completely, making him tingle and twitch, gasp and yelp, and he buried his head in Lancelot’s tunic when he finally allowed the pleasure to overtake him.
*
“How was it?” the Doctor asked, as they strolled through the castle grounds, so Remus could have one last look before departing. “Or should I say, how was he?”
Remus shrugged. His arse still hurt. “Bit of a disappointment, really.”
The Doctor stopped in his tracks. “Really?”
Remus shook his head and laughed. “No, not really. It was magical.”
“How magical?” the Doctor asked.
Remus put his arm around the man, pulling him close. “I still want to travel with you. You’re not rid of me yet.” His war might be over, but there was still fight left in Remus Lupin. He would not let his world crumble from a betrayal committed years ago.