Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 24

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Sirius/Remus overall

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing

Warnings/Kinks: wanking, plantporn (is there, ah, an actual or accepted term for this?)

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

Notes: Written for the Lusty Month of May at pervy_werewolf  This is my first time writing this kink (I haven’t even tried tentaclesex before) so I hope it turned out all right.

Word Count: 2,309

Part 24

            Just after breakfast, Remus headed out to the greenhouse. He planned to work hard and fast, and he planned to work right through lunch if that was what was needed for him to get the job done and get out with his friends. To that end, he had a sandwich stashed in his pocket.  

            He worked under the supervision of Professor Sprout. She had him elbows-deep in dirt, repotting Magallias. They were thick, furry vines with white flowers that were used in a variety of medicinal potions. But the tended to grow quickly and take over a space. These ones were just babies but had already overgrown their pots and were snaking up the side of the back wall. The new pots were three times the size, but needed the proper mixture of nutrients and moisture in the soil or the vines would not take.

            It was a slow process, especially the part where the vines did not want to be moved. Whenever he came within a foot of a pot, hands outstretched, they shrunk back or hopped a few centimeters away, pot and all. Worse yet, when he cornered them and stuck his hands in the dirt, the plant would physically attack him. They’d shake about to make him lose his grip or wrap around his wrists or strike out towards his face. “Get off me! Bloody plants…” he muttered with annoyance as two of them grabbed both his wrists and he had to pull free.

            “They need to get to know you,” Professor Spout had said, all smiles even when Remus jumped back with a start as one of the vines shot out at him so close it brushed his cheek, and then shook its leaves angrily at him. “But be sure not to squeeze them. They don’t like that.”

            Remus wasn’t even getting that far with them. He concentrated on the new, larger pots at first, filling them to specification, which was hard to do as he kept getting dirt on the parchment upon which the mixture was written.

            “I have to go over to Greenhouse Four for a few hours,” Professor Sprout told him. “Come get me if you need anything.” He nodded back, feeling both relieved and apprehensive to be left alone. The job was difficult enough without someone breathing down his neck. But he anticipated enough problems to need some professional help with the plants.

            As he worked, he found himself talking out loud. First it was little things like “add a half liter of water… where did I put that measuring cup?” and “mix in figinbaum powder if the color of the leaves is grey-green… yes, they sort of are. Better add it just in case.” But then it progressed to “Don’t worry, little vines. I’ll figure it out. And then you’ll have nice, new homes.” He smiled to himself. “I know trying new things can be a little scary, but it really is best for you.” Who was he sounding like now? “I’ll take care of you and step you through it. And, I promise, you’ll enjoy yourself in the end.”

            Remus glanced over at the vines, taking the time to admire them. Apart from the attacks and the obvious fact that they wanted to have nothing to do with being uprooted, they weren’t so bad. They actually looked rather pretty- perky leaves and bold white flowers which went deep so that it made Remus long to look more closely. He abandoned the pots and stuck his hands in his pockets. “I won’t touch you,” Remus promised soothingly. “I just want to take a look. All right?” Hoping that, somehow, the plant would understand his intentions from his tone of voice if not the words themselves, he approached. One of the vines shook nervously, and his hands would have been doing the same if they weren’t in his pockets. But it calmed when he stood his ground and leaned forward to sniff the flower but not touch.

            Its scent was heavenly— sweet and rich— and so good that he immediately let out a breath in order to take in another, deeper, longer. He closed his eyes as he inhaled, losing himself in the scent.

            That was when the plant struck. It shot its pollen right into his face. In total, there were four different vines in four different pots. But all four squirted pollen at him almost simultaneously. The air around him was thick with it, coating his nose and throat as he gasped instinctively in surprise. Then he turned his head, pinching his nose with thumb and forefinger as he sneezed. It bent him over.

            He stayed that way for a moment afterwards, eyes still closed and body frozen for he felt something touch his back. At first he thought it was just his imagination. He felt dizzy and strange, and surely there was no one else there with him. But then he realized it was the plant. It was no longer pulling away from him but reaching out to him. He felt something brush against his side and he opened his eyes just as one of the vines slid against neck and chin. It caressed his cheek and lingered at his ear, as though whispering something just for him.

            Another of them pushed at his robes, and its wordless message was all too clear. Remus asked anyway, “You want me to take off my robes?” The plant’s answer was to nudge him again and to slid down the waistband of his pants just enough to be a tease. Deciding that this was crazy, and clearly not thinking straight in any respect, Remus nonetheless pulled off his school robe and dropped his pants to his ankles. He stood there, in socks, tie and white, and a button-down dress shirt. He faced the plants, all four of which were reaching out to him now.

            Was this how the plants got to know people, as Professor Sprout had said? Was this the real reason she’d left him alone? Was this really what he should be doing right now?

            Remus wasn’t sure at all. What he knew was his body felt fuzzy, like it was tingling everywhere, and his head felt light. His thoughts were racing, but his body moved so slowly in reaction. His heightened senses, too, were several times what they normally were. When one of the vines touched him, for example, he felt it everywhere. His skin hummed with the sensation and that rushed through his whole body. The leaves so smooth, with gentle veins, half his hand in size. The vine itself so furry and fuzzy. The flower petals so soft and seemingly fragile. Faced with such realizations, Remus could not help his thoughts as he wondered what it would feel like for the vines to touch him elsewhere… down there… inside… “Oh Merlin,” he breathed, talking directly to the Magallia plants as much as himself, “I’m getting hard.”

            Not only hard, but hard and craving a good wank. Nearly ever part of his mind told him that this was not a good idea, that he should not reach down and touch himself. But his body was singing and his erection was growing like the very plants themselves. Indecision held him for a minute, maybe two, until he felt that mix of furry and smooth taking hold of him. He looked down to see one of the vines had wrapped itself around his cock.

            Remus gasped. The feeling was miraculous. Pleasure shot through his body— hot, tingly, encouraging. No matter what he was thinking and no matter how wrong he thought this was, the truth was that he wanted this more than anything else at this moment. “Yes,” he told it, reaching down and petting it gently as its grip went tight, then loose, then tight again. “Yes please.”

            Another vine stretched out, finding his waist. It nuzzled against his hip then slid around his back to his other hip. With a tiny tug, it pulled Remus a few steps closer, so the two other vines, which were shorter, could reach him as well. After the pull, it stayed around his waist, the end continuing around him by sliding over the front of his thigh to the inside of his thighs. The vine pressed up against his sac and they sat, heavy and full, right on the vine.

            The third vine went straight for his naval, then slid up his front, under his shirt. It paused at his neck for a moment, stroking, then moved to his mouth. It eased his lips open and slid inside, feeling like the fullness of a cock but somehow knowing not to go in deeply.

            At the same instant, the remaining vine shot between his legs. It slid up his crack, and then back down again, gently and alluringly. Remus gasped and leaned forward, hands on the edge of the wooden table upon which the pots sat. The vine went up and down two more times, then slid inside him. The fullness was unbelievable. He thought he could distinguish the leaves inside him as well, and the whole thing went in so easily as though with lubricant.

            As the two began to slide in and out, fucking two if his orifices, he moaned and closed his eyes. Every movement seemed stronger and more vivid than it really was, so all of this stimulation overpowered every bit of him, making him feel transported. Pure, undeniable ecstasy grabbed hold, which the plants seemed to feed off of. The two went faster.

            But the one wrapped around his cock began to unwrap itself. Confused and unhappy, Remus looked down at it. Instead of stroking him, it moved back and wrapped around his wrist. At first, Remus thought that the vine wanted to be sure to hold him there, though the one around his waist was already doing a good job of that. But then he realized the vine was moving his hand, directing it to his cock so that he could jerk off.

            Remus would have given a muffled thank you, but did not want to choke and cough. He had a feeling the plant understood his sentiment, however, as he wrapped his hand around his cock and began to pump.

            His whole body was helpless against the jolts of pleasure shooting through it everywhere the vine and his hand were touching. The one in his mouth pulled out, dripping, and hovered in front of his face for a moment. Remus watched as the petals on one of the flowers pulled back to reveal the small, round head of the stigma and the long, skinny style. It moved forward, playing at his lips, at then entering his mouth. Instinctively, like he had been doing with the vine, Remus sucked. The pollen was sweet as some poured out into his mouth, making his mind numb. His eyelids grew heavy and his hand slowed its strokes.

            But then he felt the plant take over completely, moving his arm for him, rubbing his balls, pounding into his arse. He felt himself being lifted off the ground, hanging in mid-air, but wasn’t sure if it was just his mind playing tricks or if it was the plant. The sensations filled him until he silently spilled his seed.

            The Magallias did not release him immediately. The one at his mouth came away first. Then the one in his rear slowly pulled itself out of its dark, warm residence. The ones at his crotch, however, wound themselves around him more. Remus blinked sleepily, thinking he should be worried that it would squeeze him to death, but he had such caring and trust for the plants by now that he could not work himself up to worry. They cradled, him, turned him, and lowered him onto the ground amidst the new pots he’d been working on. His head still light and his body still fuzzy, he let himself drift off to sleep for a few minutes.

            When he woke again, not long after, he felt himself again. He sat up and looked up, finding all four plants sitting in their pots and snaking up the walls like normal. He found his trousers up again like nothing had happened, though he noticed they were unzipped. Quickly Remus zipped them up and pulled his robes on over his head. When he reached for one of the plants, it did not move at all, neither shrinking from him nor going to him.

            His fingers sunk into the dirt along the sides of the pot and curved when they hit the bottom. Then, he gingerly pulled the whole plant up and set it down again in a larger pot. It waved and shook as Remus added soil around its roots and base. He repeated the process with the other three, which reacted identically. He cleared away and stacked the old pots on the side of the table, and lifted the big pots and their new residents back onto the table again. “See?” Remus said, picking up the watering can and giving them a good watering. “Told you you’d like your new home. You were very good about it. Good plants… nice plants…”

            The doorknob of the greenhouse clicked and turned, and Remus looked back, just making out a blurry figure through the steamy, foggy glass door. It was Professor Sprout, come to check on his work before she headed to lunch. She approved, with a smile, and said he was free to go. But Remus lingered a little longer with the plants. He could go to Hogsmede any time he wanted; he was just there the day before, after all. But this… this had been special. And he wanted to be sure the plants were settled in and happy before he took off, however long that took.