Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 23

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: R

Pairing: Sirius/Remus overall

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing

Warnings/Kinks: wanking

Summary: Sirius wants to teach Remus a lesson about the joys of wanking.

Notes: Written for the Lusty Month of May at pervy_werewolf

Word Count: 1,932

Part 23

            In their dormitory room, James and Sirius were actually doing homeworks. They had several feet left on an Astronomy assignment due that afternoon by five o’clock. Remus badly wanted his bed and the room all to himself, but instead he slipped into the hall silently. So rare was it to see the pair of them concentrating on their studies, and on a Friday no less, that Remus dared not interfere.

            In the boy’s bathroom, there was a horrible stench. It seemed that someone had set off a stink bomb during the fifth years’ Charms class and the smell wouldn’t come off with a spell. It was the sort of prank Remus would have attributed to the Marauders, but it seemed someone else was already taking their place now that they were seventh years and would be leaving soon. As it was, there was no room for him in the bathroom, as every stall was taken by boys cleaning themselves the slow, hard way with soap and water.

            In the Gryffindor common room, students were everywhere. Some were playing, some working, but most just sitting around and enjoying the fact that classes were done for the week. Lately, Remus had been no stranger to wanking in front of others but in secret. However, he did not have the invisibility cloak this time; it had not been in James’ trunk when Remus had checked earlier.

            In the Hogwarts hallways, there was always someone: professors, fellow students, staff, ghosts, even a certain kitten belonging to Filch which always seemed to have her eye on Remus. The alcoves here and there were slightly more private, but with people constantly passing by, there was no telling who might find him. Remus liked sexual thrill as much as the next horny young teenager, but even he had to draw the line somewhere.

            In the classrooms, there were all sorts. Late classes were still in session, and classrooms not being used were locked with special spells to keep students out. In some rooms, professors sat, grading papers. In one, the members of the dueling club were practicing. In another, a Charms study group was meeting. Remus wasn’t in the mood to wank off in a classroom, anyway, even if he could find one in which to do that. He was eager to find somewhere, but that didn’t mean he’d be able to wank just anywhere.

            In the secrete passageway behind the one-eyed witch, Remus found Peter. Peter seemed curious about Remus and wanted to tag along with him since he was heading to Hogsmede as well. There was a Hogsmede weekend scheduled for the next day, but Peter liked sneaking over a day early to get first crack at the goodies put out just for the students. Remus was not in the mood to walk all the way there and back. His hard-on was raging and his libido was thumping in his ears. It drove him to make up an excuse and wish Peter luck.

            In the Quidditch locker room, the Ravenclaw team was strategizing, making honest assessments of their skills, and taking an inventory of their equipment. From the look of it, they would be a while. And the building would be locked while they practiced, anyway, so Remus was in for a long wait. He felt he had waited long enough already.

            In the Astronomy Tower, the Bloody Barron was berating Peeves for breaking all the telescopes the students used for their studies. Peeves kept sticking out his tongue and the Barron was getting louder and louder. That scene wasn’t exactly the most erotic to wank to.

            In the prefect’s bathroom, someone was bathing. He could hear the water running into the bathtub and the door was locked. It was the last place  Remus could think to look at the moment. He knew the greenhouses would all be locked except for the one where a class was being held. He thought maybe of going up to the roof, but he’d never worked out a spot on the roof of the castle where he could sit and not be seen by someone on the ground or from one of the many towers.

            In desperation, Remus walked across the grounds. The memory of yesterday was still fresh in his mind. Today there were even more people outside, enjoying the weather and the start of the weekend. The only place outside which was unoccupied was the forbidden forest, and Remus wasn’t stupid enough to venture in there on his own. With werewolf blood in him, there was a good chance he would emerge untouched, but it wasn’t the place to go to enjoy a wank, that was for sure. The thought of trees, however, made him think of the Whomping Willow and a thought struck him.

            In all haste, Remus made his way to the wild tree. When he was positive no one was watching, he slipped into the passage with a prod to the secret knot. The walk was a long and agonizing one, even as he hurried. He thought, momentarily, of stopping right there and plating himself in the dirt to take care of himself. And, though he had always been a bit kinky, he couldn’t work himself up to such a thing; he wanted to get to the shack.

            In all his years at Hogwarts, Remus had never ventured to the Shrieking Shack when it wasn’t the day of a full moon. Remus had absolutely no love for the place, even though it made it possible for him to attend Hogwarts. The shack was where he turned into a monster every month, scratching and biting at himself. The shack was where the wolf was in control of him. But it was also where he could actually be alone and now it was time for him to regain control.

            In the Shrieking Shack, the door in the floor secured behind him, Remus drank up the silence. Not only would he be able to wank here, but he could be absolutely as loud as he wanted. If the people of Hogsmede heard his howls and moans, they would simply think it was the ghosts they presumed haunted the place. And, as it was long after the full moon, sounds would help push them in the direction of ghosts rather than a werewolf.

            In the bedroom upstairs, a large bed stood low to the ground. Remus lay down on it and immediately stripped off every item of clothing, out of habit. He usually balled them up and stuck them under the mattress so that he could not destroy them too badly. It seemed strange to be in the Shrieking Shack fully clothed. But it also felt strange to see his whole body as he wanked. For a few moments, he thought he could cope with the fact. But he kept staring at the scars covering him and, here, he could already not take his mind off his condition. The fact that he was a werewolf was the last thing he wanted to think about.

            In the bed, there were no pillows. The wolf was far too fond of feathers. There was, however, a blanket. It was slashed and torn in a dozen or more places, but it covered him well enough from the neck down. It was such a nice sensation, Remus thought, to feel the intense pleasure of his hand on his cock without having to watch it. Nonetheless… he did peek a few times. But, as he stroked, he ended up closing his eyes anyway.

            In all his moments, Remus was fairly certain, he had never felt more glad to be him as he did now, in the midst of orgasm. Having access to his place to be alone… having a place which made his blood run hot… he was almost glad to be a werewolf. He could feel it in him now, rising and fighting to gain control. He could feel the animalistic desire taking hold, craving all he was giving it and more. He stroked until his fingers and flesh started to hurt from friction, but ignored it and kept right on stroking. It was simple, basic, rough and raw. His enhanced senses were flooded.

            In the back of his mind, where he typically buried the thought, the wolf came to him. Vague images of running through the forest, the sound of his snarling, the sensation of his fur standing on end, the taste of his own blood in his mouth. Though he’d never admitted it to himself when in human form before, that fucking incredible feeling of his back bent and his rough tongue lapping at his unsheathed, pink cock. Remus gasped, reluctant to let it get to him, but not being able to imagine anything so good. And then he was coming, with the howls and moans that he’d expected and more. Spasms and grunts and hot come all over and groans so deep he could feel them in his toes.

            In exhaustion, afterwards, Remus rolled up in the tattered blanket and fell asleep.

*

            It was dark when Remus woke up. Though the windows were all boarded up, he could feel the darkness around him. Not to mention, his stomach was growling like the animal he’d just moonlighted as and his pocket watch told him it was long after dinner. Quickly he dressed. He thought to clean up but had a strange notion to wear himself home like this without shame, since no one would be able to see it under his clothes anyway. He could go straight for the showers and melt in the hot water and not emerge for hours after.

            It was as long a walk back to the castle as it had been to the shack. He was as desperate to get to the final destination this time, as well, but for a much different reason. Remus had plenty of experience in getting caught, thanks to the Marauders’ pranks. But he really hated to be caught because of a silly mistake like falling asleep for way too long.

            It was McGonagall who discovered him, though just one corridor away from the portrait of the Fat Lady. “I suppose you have a good reason for being out after hours, Mister Lupin?” she asked, foot tapping dramatically and arms crossed over his chest.

            It was not that Remus was a stranger to telling lies, either, but that he despised lying to professors. He groaned inwardly and tried to think of something he could say. He had visited the Hospital Wing? No, Madam Pomfrey would tell her that he hadn’t been there. He had to return library books? No, the library closed early on Friday afternoons. He had been to the Shrieking Shack to masturbate like an animal in peace? “I’m sorry, Professor.”

            It was not enough. “Thank you, but I’m afraid I will still have to give you detention. Instead of a trip to Hogsmede tomorrow, you will be re-potting plants in Greenhouse Two. If you finish before lunchtime, you may join your friends in town.”

            It was a fair punishment, Remus thought. Simply glad she had not demanded an explanation as to his whereabouts and conduct, Remus went straight to the Gryffindor dormitory. He took that long shower he’d promised himself, finding that the bathroom was empty apart from him. In the irony and hot water, he worked out how to explain to Sirius the reason why he wouldn’t be able to go along on the trip to town… in a way that wouldn’t make Sirius piss his pants with laughter.