Two Drabbles or Your Mods are Great Big Perves
As you may or may not be aware, your mods are great admirers of the - ahem - male form, and have had some trouble taking their eyes off the pic we used in the last post to promote the new drabble fest. Here's the photo for those who missed out (and boy, did you miss out!):
It's all dogsunderfoot's fault, really. She could stand it no longer and begged (on her knees and everything) for prompts and a word count so she could work her frustration out in drabble form. Her minion, remuslives23, being an unashamed copycat, got all 'grabby hands' and asked for prompts as well.
This is the result. This isn't part of the Moony and Padfoot Porny Prompt Drabble Fest. This is your mods making up for the fact they couldn't play with the other drabblers in the first round and the result of them enjoying the male physique just a little more than is healthy.
Just for fun, guess who wrote what!
Title: Defining Moment
Author:
Word Prompts: Stubble. Mirror. Whisper
Word Count: Exactly 300
He stands in the mirror and regards the scar on his shoulder. They think it was MacNair that MacNailed him with that curse, but they’re not quite sure. He runs his finger along the jagged ridge, thinking of the Himalayas on Remus’ dad’s globe.
“A good mate of mine says scars are sexy,” says a voice behind him.
“Really?” Sirius raises an eyebrow, and their eyes meet in their reflections.
“Says they make a bloke look brave.” Strong arms encircle his waist, pulling him back against a firm chest.
“Is that all he is to you? A good mate?”
“Well, he might be a bit more than that.” Soft lips touch his shoulder.
“How much more?”
The blue eyes glitter in the dim light. “One of my best mates.”
He lets his hands move up the scarred arms in which he is nestled then knots his fingers behind Remus’ neck.
“One of your best mates?”
“The best.”
He huffs in amusement. “A friend with benefits, I suppose.”
Remus slowly slides his left hand up until he touches the new scar. He nips at the skin below Sirius’ ear.
Sirius can’t help but close his eyes. The feel of teeth against his sensitive skin sends sparks along every nerve, ending at his cock.
“My boyfriend.” A tongue strokes the back of Sirius’ neck.
Sirius smiles.
“My partner.”
There is another gentle bite and then a soothing kiss at the sharp angle of his stubble-coated jaw. He can feel Remus’ erection pressing against his arse, and he moans softly. He turns his face to the side, hoping he can catch Remus’ lips. He lowers his hands and intertwines his fingers with his boyfriend’s, his partner’s...
“My lover,” whispers Remus.
“Mine,” Sirius breathes into Remus’ mouth as their lips meet over his scar.
Title: Forgiveness in a Heartbeat
Author:
Word Prompts: Hands. Intimate/Intimacy. Scent.
Word Count: Exactly 300
He knew his scent well after nearly six years sharing a dorm room. Remus didn't bother turning around. His body ached from the bone-breaking transformation two nights ago, but the ache in his heart... He closed his eyes. That was a pain that couldn't be soothed with potions or spells or time.
"Remus?"
The whisper sounded like a shout in the quiet room, and Remus felt the heat of another body warming his cool skin. He shivered at the intimacy they'd become so comfortable with, yet felt so very wrong now.
"Remus, I..."
The voice broke on a sob, and Remus felt a sympathetic sting in his own eyes before he blinked it away. It was unforgivable. Trust - a fragile, rare gift that Remus had offered to only a chosen few - had been shattered with a careless, thoughtless taunt; Remus' secrets exposed for the sake of petty revenge.
He wanted to scream, to rant and rage at the one whom he loved above all, the one with whom he'd trust his life.
The one who had betrayed him.
Hands reached for him, stroking over his bare back, skimming along the waistband of his low-slung jeans before curling around his waist, sliding up his sternum to rest over his heart.
"I'm sorry."
The words were mouthed into his shoulder, his skin absorbing the regret and remorse that soaked the three syllables, his blood taking up the refrain and sending it searing through his veins, right to his broken and bleeding heart.
Remus turned his face, sighing as Sirius nuzzled into his neck, leaving a wet, salty residue on Remus' skin.
"I'm sorry."
A gentle kiss was pressed to his throat, stubbled chins scraping, bringing blood to the surface.
"I'm so sorry."
He was forgiven in the space between heartbeats.
It's all dogsunderfoot's fault, really. She could stand it no longer and begged (on her knees and everything) for prompts and a word count so she could work her frustration out in drabble form. Her minion, remuslives23, being an unashamed copycat, got all 'grabby hands' and asked for prompts as well.
This is the result. This isn't part of the Moony and Padfoot Porny Prompt Drabble Fest. This is your mods making up for the fact they couldn't play with the other drabblers in the first round and the result of them enjoying the male physique just a little more than is healthy.
Just for fun, guess who wrote what!
Title: Defining Moment
Author:
Word Prompts: Stubble. Mirror. Whisper
Word Count: Exactly 300
He stands in the mirror and regards the scar on his shoulder. They think it was MacNair that MacNailed him with that curse, but they’re not quite sure. He runs his finger along the jagged ridge, thinking of the Himalayas on Remus’ dad’s globe.
“A good mate of mine says scars are sexy,” says a voice behind him.
“Really?” Sirius raises an eyebrow, and their eyes meet in their reflections.
“Says they make a bloke look brave.” Strong arms encircle his waist, pulling him back against a firm chest.
“Is that all he is to you? A good mate?”
“Well, he might be a bit more than that.” Soft lips touch his shoulder.
“How much more?”
The blue eyes glitter in the dim light. “One of my best mates.”
He lets his hands move up the scarred arms in which he is nestled then knots his fingers behind Remus’ neck.
“One of your best mates?”
“The best.”
He huffs in amusement. “A friend with benefits, I suppose.”
Remus slowly slides his left hand up until he touches the new scar. He nips at the skin below Sirius’ ear.
Sirius can’t help but close his eyes. The feel of teeth against his sensitive skin sends sparks along every nerve, ending at his cock.
“My boyfriend.” A tongue strokes the back of Sirius’ neck.
Sirius smiles.
“My partner.”
There is another gentle bite and then a soothing kiss at the sharp angle of his stubble-coated jaw. He can feel Remus’ erection pressing against his arse, and he moans softly. He turns his face to the side, hoping he can catch Remus’ lips. He lowers his hands and intertwines his fingers with his boyfriend’s, his partner’s...
“My lover,” whispers Remus.
“Mine,” Sirius breathes into Remus’ mouth as their lips meet over his scar.
Title: Forgiveness in a Heartbeat
Author:
Word Prompts: Hands. Intimate/Intimacy. Scent.
Word Count: Exactly 300
He knew his scent well after nearly six years sharing a dorm room. Remus didn't bother turning around. His body ached from the bone-breaking transformation two nights ago, but the ache in his heart... He closed his eyes. That was a pain that couldn't be soothed with potions or spells or time.
"Remus?"
The whisper sounded like a shout in the quiet room, and Remus felt the heat of another body warming his cool skin. He shivered at the intimacy they'd become so comfortable with, yet felt so very wrong now.
"Remus, I..."
The voice broke on a sob, and Remus felt a sympathetic sting in his own eyes before he blinked it away. It was unforgivable. Trust - a fragile, rare gift that Remus had offered to only a chosen few - had been shattered with a careless, thoughtless taunt; Remus' secrets exposed for the sake of petty revenge.
He wanted to scream, to rant and rage at the one whom he loved above all, the one with whom he'd trust his life.
The one who had betrayed him.
Hands reached for him, stroking over his bare back, skimming along the waistband of his low-slung jeans before curling around his waist, sliding up his sternum to rest over his heart.
"I'm sorry."
The words were mouthed into his shoulder, his skin absorbing the regret and remorse that soaked the three syllables, his blood taking up the refrain and sending it searing through his veins, right to his broken and bleeding heart.
Remus turned his face, sighing as Sirius nuzzled into his neck, leaving a wet, salty residue on Remus' skin.
"I'm sorry."
A gentle kiss was pressed to his throat, stubbled chins scraping, bringing blood to the surface.
"I'm so sorry."
He was forgiven in the space between heartbeats.