A Gift For Maraudersaffair: Bonding and Fantasies (Remus/Draco)
Author: digthewriter
Recipient: maraudersaffair
Title: Bonding and Fantasies
Pairing: Remus/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count/Art Medium: 1500
Summary: Remus and Draco can only hold off on their feelings for so long.
Author's Notes: To my dear recipient, I hope you enjoy this fic. It was written in haste as a pinch-hitter, and I hope I did it justice for you. Best Wishes and Happy Holidays!
Remus knocked on the door, frantic, worried something was severely wrong with him. He didn't wish to go and see Draco Malfoy again, but ever since the war had been over, Draco had been the man who'd managed to save his life.
"Remus!" Draco said, looking startled. There was something off about him - it was a look in his eyes that Remus couldn't decipher. He looked … disappointed? No, that wasn't it, but Remus couldn't dwell on it. Just being there at his door, in front of Draco, brought him an odd comfort.
"It's been a strange night," Remus said, nearly whispering. Feeling embarrassed as he was all of a sudden feeling better and maybe it was all a false alarm.
"It isn't the full moon," Draco said, calmly. His demeanour had quickly changed to that of a Healer, the one who provided him the potions, to keep him from changing. It'd been a successful year, Remus hadn't changed, and he'd been so bloody tranquil. That was until this month, he'd been panicking at every turn, needing to go and see Draco and give him a potion to fix this…whatever this anxiety was.
"No. I just don't-"
"Come in, Remus," Draco said, moving aside, allowing Remus to enter his home. Remus had been there before a couple of times but never like this. Never in such a panic. Never with an ache.
"I…" Remus took in a deep breath. There was something different tonight about Draco's home. He lived in a small flat just on the border of a Muggle and a Wizarding village. Close enough to be near St Mungo's and the Ministry but also far enough. Remus knew that feeling, he'd been living like that before the second war, as well. Now he shared Grimmauld Place with Harry, but Harry was often out on Auror missions or at the Burrow as he was dating Percy Weasley.
"What's that?" Remus asked, shaking all other thoughts out of his head.
"I…" Draco hesitated, looking sheepish. A tint of red came across his cheeks, and he cleared his throat. "I wasn't expecting company."
"Are you with someone?" Remus asked, his heart beginning to pound again. What was this feeling? He didn't understand.
"No. Of course not."
"Of course, not?" Remus asked.
"I'm a very busy person, Remus, don't exactly have time to date," Draco said, still awkward, but as though trying to go for humour.
"Why do you smell like sex?" Remus blurted out. That's what it was, and the more Draco blushed the more obvious it was becoming.
Draco took a deep breath. "Did you need something, Remus?"
Remus smiled. When they'd started his healing process, Draco used to call him Professor but now, after much insistence he'd started to call Remus by his given name.
"I…" Now it was Remus's turn to hesitate and turn red. "It's embarrassing given as I am twenty years older than you…"
"Yeah?" Draco nudged, his eyes wide.
"I didn't wish to admit it before, Draco, but I think I've bonded with you."
"What?" Draco asked, still calm, with an eyebrow raised.
"I… I don't know… are you going to make me repeat it?"
"Why do you think that's the case?" Draco asked, he walked away from Remus to sit on the sofa. They had been awkwardly standing around when Remus all but barged into Draco's flat-accused him of smelling like sex. Whatever Draco did with his free time was not Remus's business, but it seemed like it was becoming Remus's business.
Draco gestured for Remus to take a seat across from him.
Remus chose to sit next to Draco.
"I can smell sex on you. If you don't have company, it means, I've interrupted… something." Remus did his best to be tactful.
"So, you have," replied Draco. "I am twenty one years old. I'm not going to apologise for-"
Remus laughed. He placed his hand on Draco's shoulder, it felt warm, comforting, and he wanted to do more. He wanted his fingers to trail up Draco's neck, grab his chin and tilt his head towards Remus.
"Fuck…" Remus said, pulling his hand away.
"Don't…" Draco said, looking surprised himself, as if he didn't mean to express anything. "I mean… What's the difference between bonding and mating?"
Remus smiled. He edged himself closer or maybe it was Draco who'd shifted towards him. "If I've bonded with you, and if we give into the physical desire, I believe that'll give me the choice of choosing you as a mate."
"Oh…"
"Can I kiss you?" Remus asked.
Draco's eyes locked with Remus’s, and they spoke volumes. Remus wasn't crazy. He wasn't dying. He wasn't turning. They both wanted each other. It was as clear as day now. What had started as a potion master, training to be a Healer doing Remus a favour had now become an aching desire to be near each other.
"Please," said Draco. He threaded his fingers with Remus's and pulled him close.
In a moment's notice, Draco was laying flat on the sofa and Remus was on top of him. Draco wrapped his legs around Remus's waist as Remus kissed Draco, biting and sucking on Draco's lower lip until he shoved his tongue into Draco's mouth. Draco moaned around his tongue, and he thrust up- they were both hard and the smell of sex and desire Remus had sensed when he'd arrived at Draco's flat seemed to intensify.
"Who were you wanking to?" Remus asked in between kisses. His hands found themselves under Draco's shirt, taking it off, and then touching him everywhere, biting and kissing Draco's neck and shoulder, all the while not stopping rutting against Draco. He was half a moment away from ripping all their clothes off and taking Draco right there on the sofa.
"What?" Draco asked, out of breath.
"You were touching yourself, it's why you took a while to answer the door, who was it? Was it someone specific you were fantasising about?" Remus heard himself growl the question. He was curious, needy, and jealous all at the same time. He wanted to know what Draco fantasised about and he wanted to kill whoever it was.
"You're a fool," Draco said, half laughing, half distracted. His hands were working on the belt on Remus's trousers.
"What?"
"You… Remus. I touch myself thinking about you. I want you to fuck me. I've wanted it for a while. I fuck myself with my fingers, wishing they are yours… I imagine your monster cock inside me…" Draco stopped speaking and moaned when both their trousers were finally pooled down to their ankles and Remus's cock brushed against Draco's.
"Fuck me, Remus. It's what I want. It's what I bloody fantasise about."
Remus pulled back, but only so much so he could turn Draco around. When Draco was on his stomach, he summoned a tube of lube and handed it to Draco. They weren't wasting any time, thought Remus, how long had it been that Draco had wanted this?
Could it be…maybe the reason Remus felt like he was bonding with Draco was because Draco's desire had allowed it?
"Do I need to…?" Remus started to ask but Draco was already shaking his head.
"No, I'm ready. It was going to be a good night for me tonight, and now it's only going to get better."
It didn't take long before Remus had lubed himself up and he lined the head of his cock against Draco's hole.
"It's now or never, Draco, last chance to…"
"Gods, Remus. Just shut up and fuck me!" Draco snapped. "I'm going to come without touching myself if you keep prolonging the inevitable."
Remus didn't need to be told twice. As if things weren't perverted enough for him, he also suddenly developed a desire for Draco to call him Professor again. Maybe it was strange before because deep down he wanted to see Draco on his knees when he'd call Remus Professor.
One step at a time, Remus told himself.
As Remus pushed in, Draco let out another moan, he pushed back on Remus's cock, wanting it more. "Come on then, Professor. Show me what you've got…"
Remus groaned, his manhood, his wolf, all intertwining as he pulled out and pushed into Draco over and over again until they were both running out of breath and came in unison. As he crashed on the sofa, turning and pulling Draco into his arms, Remus allowed himself to continue the fantasy which was clearly already active in Draco's mind.
"Well, Mr Malfoy…" Remus drawled. "That's an A for effort but I'll need you to stay in detention for some extra lessons."
Draco made a sound Remus had never heard before. He giggled and buried his face in Remus's neck. "Yes, Professor. I'd like to be your top student."
The ache Remus felt earlier that day was now gone. It was replaced by the soothing sensation of feeling Draco's body next to him.
THE END.
Recipient: maraudersaffair
Title: Bonding and Fantasies
Pairing: Remus/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count/Art Medium: 1500
Summary: Remus and Draco can only hold off on their feelings for so long.
Author's Notes: To my dear recipient, I hope you enjoy this fic. It was written in haste as a pinch-hitter, and I hope I did it justice for you. Best Wishes and Happy Holidays!
Remus knocked on the door, frantic, worried something was severely wrong with him. He didn't wish to go and see Draco Malfoy again, but ever since the war had been over, Draco had been the man who'd managed to save his life.
"Remus!" Draco said, looking startled. There was something off about him - it was a look in his eyes that Remus couldn't decipher. He looked … disappointed? No, that wasn't it, but Remus couldn't dwell on it. Just being there at his door, in front of Draco, brought him an odd comfort.
"It's been a strange night," Remus said, nearly whispering. Feeling embarrassed as he was all of a sudden feeling better and maybe it was all a false alarm.
"It isn't the full moon," Draco said, calmly. His demeanour had quickly changed to that of a Healer, the one who provided him the potions, to keep him from changing. It'd been a successful year, Remus hadn't changed, and he'd been so bloody tranquil. That was until this month, he'd been panicking at every turn, needing to go and see Draco and give him a potion to fix this…whatever this anxiety was.
"No. I just don't-"
"Come in, Remus," Draco said, moving aside, allowing Remus to enter his home. Remus had been there before a couple of times but never like this. Never in such a panic. Never with an ache.
"I…" Remus took in a deep breath. There was something different tonight about Draco's home. He lived in a small flat just on the border of a Muggle and a Wizarding village. Close enough to be near St Mungo's and the Ministry but also far enough. Remus knew that feeling, he'd been living like that before the second war, as well. Now he shared Grimmauld Place with Harry, but Harry was often out on Auror missions or at the Burrow as he was dating Percy Weasley.
"What's that?" Remus asked, shaking all other thoughts out of his head.
"I…" Draco hesitated, looking sheepish. A tint of red came across his cheeks, and he cleared his throat. "I wasn't expecting company."
"Are you with someone?" Remus asked, his heart beginning to pound again. What was this feeling? He didn't understand.
"No. Of course not."
"Of course, not?" Remus asked.
"I'm a very busy person, Remus, don't exactly have time to date," Draco said, still awkward, but as though trying to go for humour.
"Why do you smell like sex?" Remus blurted out. That's what it was, and the more Draco blushed the more obvious it was becoming.
Draco took a deep breath. "Did you need something, Remus?"
Remus smiled. When they'd started his healing process, Draco used to call him Professor but now, after much insistence he'd started to call Remus by his given name.
"I…" Now it was Remus's turn to hesitate and turn red. "It's embarrassing given as I am twenty years older than you…"
"Yeah?" Draco nudged, his eyes wide.
"I didn't wish to admit it before, Draco, but I think I've bonded with you."
"What?" Draco asked, still calm, with an eyebrow raised.
"I… I don't know… are you going to make me repeat it?"
"Why do you think that's the case?" Draco asked, he walked away from Remus to sit on the sofa. They had been awkwardly standing around when Remus all but barged into Draco's flat-accused him of smelling like sex. Whatever Draco did with his free time was not Remus's business, but it seemed like it was becoming Remus's business.
Draco gestured for Remus to take a seat across from him.
Remus chose to sit next to Draco.
"I can smell sex on you. If you don't have company, it means, I've interrupted… something." Remus did his best to be tactful.
"So, you have," replied Draco. "I am twenty one years old. I'm not going to apologise for-"
Remus laughed. He placed his hand on Draco's shoulder, it felt warm, comforting, and he wanted to do more. He wanted his fingers to trail up Draco's neck, grab his chin and tilt his head towards Remus.
"Fuck…" Remus said, pulling his hand away.
"Don't…" Draco said, looking surprised himself, as if he didn't mean to express anything. "I mean… What's the difference between bonding and mating?"
Remus smiled. He edged himself closer or maybe it was Draco who'd shifted towards him. "If I've bonded with you, and if we give into the physical desire, I believe that'll give me the choice of choosing you as a mate."
"Oh…"
"Can I kiss you?" Remus asked.
Draco's eyes locked with Remus’s, and they spoke volumes. Remus wasn't crazy. He wasn't dying. He wasn't turning. They both wanted each other. It was as clear as day now. What had started as a potion master, training to be a Healer doing Remus a favour had now become an aching desire to be near each other.
"Please," said Draco. He threaded his fingers with Remus's and pulled him close.
In a moment's notice, Draco was laying flat on the sofa and Remus was on top of him. Draco wrapped his legs around Remus's waist as Remus kissed Draco, biting and sucking on Draco's lower lip until he shoved his tongue into Draco's mouth. Draco moaned around his tongue, and he thrust up- they were both hard and the smell of sex and desire Remus had sensed when he'd arrived at Draco's flat seemed to intensify.
"Who were you wanking to?" Remus asked in between kisses. His hands found themselves under Draco's shirt, taking it off, and then touching him everywhere, biting and kissing Draco's neck and shoulder, all the while not stopping rutting against Draco. He was half a moment away from ripping all their clothes off and taking Draco right there on the sofa.
"What?" Draco asked, out of breath.
"You were touching yourself, it's why you took a while to answer the door, who was it? Was it someone specific you were fantasising about?" Remus heard himself growl the question. He was curious, needy, and jealous all at the same time. He wanted to know what Draco fantasised about and he wanted to kill whoever it was.
"You're a fool," Draco said, half laughing, half distracted. His hands were working on the belt on Remus's trousers.
"What?"
"You… Remus. I touch myself thinking about you. I want you to fuck me. I've wanted it for a while. I fuck myself with my fingers, wishing they are yours… I imagine your monster cock inside me…" Draco stopped speaking and moaned when both their trousers were finally pooled down to their ankles and Remus's cock brushed against Draco's.
"Fuck me, Remus. It's what I want. It's what I bloody fantasise about."
Remus pulled back, but only so much so he could turn Draco around. When Draco was on his stomach, he summoned a tube of lube and handed it to Draco. They weren't wasting any time, thought Remus, how long had it been that Draco had wanted this?
Could it be…maybe the reason Remus felt like he was bonding with Draco was because Draco's desire had allowed it?
"Do I need to…?" Remus started to ask but Draco was already shaking his head.
"No, I'm ready. It was going to be a good night for me tonight, and now it's only going to get better."
It didn't take long before Remus had lubed himself up and he lined the head of his cock against Draco's hole.
"It's now or never, Draco, last chance to…"
"Gods, Remus. Just shut up and fuck me!" Draco snapped. "I'm going to come without touching myself if you keep prolonging the inevitable."
Remus didn't need to be told twice. As if things weren't perverted enough for him, he also suddenly developed a desire for Draco to call him Professor again. Maybe it was strange before because deep down he wanted to see Draco on his knees when he'd call Remus Professor.
One step at a time, Remus told himself.
As Remus pushed in, Draco let out another moan, he pushed back on Remus's cock, wanting it more. "Come on then, Professor. Show me what you've got…"
Remus groaned, his manhood, his wolf, all intertwining as he pulled out and pushed into Draco over and over again until they were both running out of breath and came in unison. As he crashed on the sofa, turning and pulling Draco into his arms, Remus allowed himself to continue the fantasy which was clearly already active in Draco's mind.
"Well, Mr Malfoy…" Remus drawled. "That's an A for effort but I'll need you to stay in detention for some extra lessons."
Draco made a sound Remus had never heard before. He giggled and buried his face in Remus's neck. "Yes, Professor. I'd like to be your top student."
The ache Remus felt earlier that day was now gone. It was replaced by the soothing sensation of feeling Draco's body next to him.
THE END.