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Oh, I'm on a POA spoiler high. :) I've read so many reviews and comments about the movie/premiere I think my head will spin off. God, I'm so excited. I can't wait to see it. Lupin and Black are who I'm most excited about, can't wait to see that hug. :) Apparently it's great. ^_^
Had to take a break from the squeeage to write a bit. Funny, how when I'm having such a great day I feel the need to write some angst. Strange.
Title: Early Morning Goodbyes
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Ron
Warning: graphic slash
Summery: Remus hates seeing his lover leaving so frequently.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.
Early Morning Goodbyes
Ron was curled up at Remus’s side, sleeping peacefully. His red hair hung over his eyes in a messy scrawl, fluffed by the pillows.
Remus enjoyed these few quiet moments they spent together. It was rare for them to be alone and simply enjoy each other’s company now. It had been getting progressively harder to do since the war was officially declared, and that had been some years ago.
But the moments they did manage to get were too precious to waste. The few times they saw each other briefly at Order meetings or during prolonged fights with Death Eater cells they both relished in, though it was far from satisfying.
When they were able to spend real time together, not just rushed whispers of endearments or fleeting glances across a table, they lived and breathed it like oxygen.
In Remus’s eyes Ron was still a young boy, the one who’d cried in the kitchen at Grimmauld place alone after hearing about Bill’s death, the one Remus had lovingly put his arm around to try and calm the boy, the one who in a frenzied moment of strong emotions had leaned up and kissed his square on the mouth, refusing to pull away, regardless of how much Remus had forced it off.
Remus knew the boy had grown up, had graduated Hogwarts and then Auror training. He knew he was no longer a scared boy, frightened of simple things like spiders. But even though he knew this, in Remus’s eyes Ron was still a child.
He shouldn’t be doing such things with him, even if he is over age. He never should have started, but the moment those silken lips touched his he was lost. Remus couldn’t refuse Ron anything, even though he knew he should.
Ron should be out with a boy his own age. He shouldn’t spend what little free time he has on an old, ill man like Remus, but he does anyway. He always came back on the nights he was in London, even if it’s only to venture to his flat, crawl into bed with Remus and sleep until morning dawns.
And so Ron slept contently, his head pillowed against Remus’s side, as the older man woke to see his young lover still encased in his dreams. The clock said that they had few moments left together. Ron was due out to France with Harry, and he would be returning back to Africa.
“Ron, wake up,” he whispered, nudging the boy softly in the shoulder. Ron yawned, his eyes blinking open in a stupor.
“It’s early,” the boy said, burying his face back in Remus’s chest.
“You’re supposed to leave in twenty minutes,” Ron sat up abruptly, swearing softly to himself. Remus only smiled and carded his fingers through the fiery red hair.
“It’s not fair. They never station us together,” he told Remus quietly, sitting up against the headboard, closing his eyes.
“Maybe they will for our next mission,” Remus remarked, though he had little faith in what he was conveying. They worked in different fields. Ron tracked down Death Eaters, while Remus worked with other ‘dark’ creatures.
“Maybe,” Ron agreed, not sounding convinced.
Remus sensed the despair evident in his lover’s voice, “It’ll be fine,” he comforted, wrapping both arms around him. Ron smiled and leaned up to kiss his lips gently.
“I hope so,” Remus remained silent, only holding Ron close. They stayed like that for the better part of five minutes, until Ron looked up at the clock and sighed, “I really should get ready,”
“Not yet,” Remus whispered, pulling him back down to lie underneath him on the bed. Ron laughed as their lips captured each other’s hotly.
Ron rolled over, pinning Remus down, spreading the older man’s bare legs so he lay between them. The beginnings of his arousal pushed up against the Remus’s cleft, thrusting suggestively. Remus moaned quietly and urged Ron closer, while grabbing a vial off the nightstand.
“Be quick,” he told him softly, handing the vial to Ron while kissing him gently on the nose, “we don’t have much time,”
Ron rubbed his hardening erection with the oil, stroking the tip until he was ready. He took Remus’s long legs and hooked them over his shoulders, positioning himself in front of his hole.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice trembling weakly. His gaze kept breaking to glance at the clock worriedly.
“Yes,” Remus breathed, his hips bucking upwards. Ron pushed inwards, embedding himself inside his lover in one long thrust. They both moaned, wrapping their limbs around each other so they were completely entangled.
Ron thrust in and then out, building a quick rhythm. Remus gasped and writhed underneath him, encasing his own erection with his hand, pumping in time with Ron’s movements.
It didn’t take long from there. Ron sped up, his thrusts becoming irregular and jerky. He moaned deeply and leaned forwards, burying his head in the crook of Remus’s neck as his came inside his lover’s channel. Remus followed seconds later, his seed spilling out between them.
Ron lay exhausted, refusing to move for the better half of a minute, “I don’t want to leave,” his voice trembled with emotion. Remus unhooked his legs from around Ron’s shoulders and pulled the smaller man closer.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, “we’ll see each other when our missions our over with,” Remus could only pray he was right.
Had to take a break from the squeeage to write a bit. Funny, how when I'm having such a great day I feel the need to write some angst. Strange.
Title: Early Morning Goodbyes
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Ron
Warning: graphic slash
Summery: Remus hates seeing his lover leaving so frequently.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.
Early Morning Goodbyes
Ron was curled up at Remus’s side, sleeping peacefully. His red hair hung over his eyes in a messy scrawl, fluffed by the pillows.
Remus enjoyed these few quiet moments they spent together. It was rare for them to be alone and simply enjoy each other’s company now. It had been getting progressively harder to do since the war was officially declared, and that had been some years ago.
But the moments they did manage to get were too precious to waste. The few times they saw each other briefly at Order meetings or during prolonged fights with Death Eater cells they both relished in, though it was far from satisfying.
When they were able to spend real time together, not just rushed whispers of endearments or fleeting glances across a table, they lived and breathed it like oxygen.
In Remus’s eyes Ron was still a young boy, the one who’d cried in the kitchen at Grimmauld place alone after hearing about Bill’s death, the one Remus had lovingly put his arm around to try and calm the boy, the one who in a frenzied moment of strong emotions had leaned up and kissed his square on the mouth, refusing to pull away, regardless of how much Remus had forced it off.
Remus knew the boy had grown up, had graduated Hogwarts and then Auror training. He knew he was no longer a scared boy, frightened of simple things like spiders. But even though he knew this, in Remus’s eyes Ron was still a child.
He shouldn’t be doing such things with him, even if he is over age. He never should have started, but the moment those silken lips touched his he was lost. Remus couldn’t refuse Ron anything, even though he knew he should.
Ron should be out with a boy his own age. He shouldn’t spend what little free time he has on an old, ill man like Remus, but he does anyway. He always came back on the nights he was in London, even if it’s only to venture to his flat, crawl into bed with Remus and sleep until morning dawns.
And so Ron slept contently, his head pillowed against Remus’s side, as the older man woke to see his young lover still encased in his dreams. The clock said that they had few moments left together. Ron was due out to France with Harry, and he would be returning back to Africa.
“Ron, wake up,” he whispered, nudging the boy softly in the shoulder. Ron yawned, his eyes blinking open in a stupor.
“It’s early,” the boy said, burying his face back in Remus’s chest.
“You’re supposed to leave in twenty minutes,” Ron sat up abruptly, swearing softly to himself. Remus only smiled and carded his fingers through the fiery red hair.
“It’s not fair. They never station us together,” he told Remus quietly, sitting up against the headboard, closing his eyes.
“Maybe they will for our next mission,” Remus remarked, though he had little faith in what he was conveying. They worked in different fields. Ron tracked down Death Eaters, while Remus worked with other ‘dark’ creatures.
“Maybe,” Ron agreed, not sounding convinced.
Remus sensed the despair evident in his lover’s voice, “It’ll be fine,” he comforted, wrapping both arms around him. Ron smiled and leaned up to kiss his lips gently.
“I hope so,” Remus remained silent, only holding Ron close. They stayed like that for the better part of five minutes, until Ron looked up at the clock and sighed, “I really should get ready,”
“Not yet,” Remus whispered, pulling him back down to lie underneath him on the bed. Ron laughed as their lips captured each other’s hotly.
Ron rolled over, pinning Remus down, spreading the older man’s bare legs so he lay between them. The beginnings of his arousal pushed up against the Remus’s cleft, thrusting suggestively. Remus moaned quietly and urged Ron closer, while grabbing a vial off the nightstand.
“Be quick,” he told him softly, handing the vial to Ron while kissing him gently on the nose, “we don’t have much time,”
Ron rubbed his hardening erection with the oil, stroking the tip until he was ready. He took Remus’s long legs and hooked them over his shoulders, positioning himself in front of his hole.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice trembling weakly. His gaze kept breaking to glance at the clock worriedly.
“Yes,” Remus breathed, his hips bucking upwards. Ron pushed inwards, embedding himself inside his lover in one long thrust. They both moaned, wrapping their limbs around each other so they were completely entangled.
Ron thrust in and then out, building a quick rhythm. Remus gasped and writhed underneath him, encasing his own erection with his hand, pumping in time with Ron’s movements.
It didn’t take long from there. Ron sped up, his thrusts becoming irregular and jerky. He moaned deeply and leaned forwards, burying his head in the crook of Remus’s neck as his came inside his lover’s channel. Remus followed seconds later, his seed spilling out between them.
Ron lay exhausted, refusing to move for the better half of a minute, “I don’t want to leave,” his voice trembled with emotion. Remus unhooked his legs from around Ron’s shoulders and pulled the smaller man closer.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, “we’ll see each other when our missions our over with,” Remus could only pray he was right.