fic: What Ghosts Unclean
What Ghosts Unclean | txilar | Adult | 1000 | Regulus/Remus
Warnings: Issues of consentof a, er, different sort
Fanfic100 Challenge: 035: Spirit
Till flesh and spirit are molten in sunder--
These things are over, and no more mine.
-Swinburne
Remus was leaving his room when he heard a noise behind him. He turned to see Harry sitting in the middle of the hallway.
“Harry? Is everything all right?”
The figure shifted slowly and didn’t answer. He glanced at Harry’s door. It was open and the room empty.
“Harry, what’s-”
The figure unfurled, stood, and was lit by the glow of candlelight. Remus’s heart seemed to shrink inside his chest and all its blood rushed to his ears. His eyes rolled back in his head and everything went dark.
///
Remus felt a shifting beside him and heard soft laughter. He woke with a start.
“Professor-I mean, Remus, are you all right? What happened?”
Remus stared dazedly at the worried faces around him. He was tucked onto the sofa, a blanket over his shoulders.
Molly shooed the children away and summoned tea from the kitchen. “There, dear, have a bit of chocolate with that.”
He sensed her question but had to clear his throat before he could answer, and it was husky then. “It wasn’t a boggart, Molly. I don’t know what… I thought-I suppose I was seeing things.” He accepted the tea and chocolate and looked up to see Harry giving him a shrewd glance.
///
When Remus returned to his room he was not alone.
“You’re not real.”
The figure smiled.
Remus looked away shaking his head, but saw the figure reaching out for him. He stepped back hitting the wall.
The figure frowned with concern.
Remus closed his eyes. “You’re a figment of my imagination, you’re not real. You. Are. Not. Real.”
Remus heard laughter and felt warmth against him and the humid tickle of breath at his ear.
“I told you I’d haunt you, didn’t I?” The low almost nasal voice cut through his skin like a hex and shivers coursed through him as though hands were running all over his bare skin at once.
Then it was over, still, silent, and cold. Remus opened his eyes and felt vaguely foolish to be huddled against the wall. He hadn’t felt like that since he was 17.
///
“I’ll haunt you until the end of your days, half blood!”
“You can’t haunt me, you aren’t dead yet.”
“I can do whatever I want!”
Remus just laughed at him.
“I’M A BLACK AND I’M A PUREBLOOD!” Regulus bellowed, face flushed, furious that Remus was laughing at him. “You just wait, Lupin, I’ll get you.”
Two summers later, Regulus was quicker, taller, and much smarter. Remus avoided him whenever possible.
That night, it hadn’t been.
“Well, if it isn’t loopy Lupin, all alone. I’ve been studying Dark Magic all summer and I thought about you every single day.”
In a flickering moment Remus’s wand was in Regulus’s left hand, his cheek was against the wall, and his hands bound by hissing snakes twisted around his wrists.
Regulus stepped close, “Didn’t I warn you Lupin? Didn’t I tell you not to mock me?”
“Sod off, you pervert.”
“That’s some insult. I’ll think on it.”
He pressed close against Remus and leaned his head on Remus’s shoulder making obscene noises. Remus struggled as Regulus reached around to the front of his robes. Pushing them aside he undid Remus’s trousers, reaching his hand inside. Remus shifted his hips, but Regulus just laughed in his ear and pushed his hips against Remus. Remus could feel him pressing hard through the fabric of his clothes. Regulus’s hand tingled around him and Remus’s stomach swayed as he thought of the charms being used.
Remus’s head tipped forward, digging into the plaster, his shoulders twisting away from Regulus’s hold. “Sirius will have your arse for this,” he ground out.
“Oh it’s going to be worth it, Lupin, so very worth it.” His lips closed on Remus’s neck followed by teeth and more Dark charms.
///
“Wakey-wakey, Lupin.”
Remus tossed and turned muttering in his sleep twisting against the sudden heat in the room. He’d already pushed his blankets off once, how did-
“Wake up Lupin!”
-Remus blinked awake suddenly. There was pale light in the room and his breath caught when he saw where the warmth came from.
A pale figure straddled him.
“Oh no,” he moaned.
“Oh yes,” Regulus moaned back arching and rubbing against him.
I can’t feel this, Remus thinks, this is impossible. This isn’t real.
“Oh I’m real, Lupin, very real,” Regulus whispered, hands rubbing over Remus’s bare chest. “As real as I can be,” he amended before scraping Remus’s nipples with very real fingernails.
Remus cried out and sat up reaching. Regulus laughed as his hands brushed through the thick water-like warmth. “This is a haunting, Lupin, how easy did you think it would be?” He reached down fingers wrapping around Lupin’s cock.
Remus fell back against the bed, mind roaming for a spell, hex, a curse, something. Before anything could click into place, a pulsing warmth enveloped him and pulled, sucking, circling, and consuming his every thought. He looked down and at the sight of Regulus’s mouth around him he moaned again, hips rocking of their own accord. Regulus looked up at him and the warmth increased, like warm honey consuming him. His fingers grabbed at the sheets, then his own hair as his body arched, warmth and pleasure spreading writhing throughout his body like (hexes curses snakes) nothing else ever had.
“I always wanted to fuck you Remus.”
His eyes jerked open. Regulus was stretched across him, chin on his chest, staring him in the eyes.
“Shame I was so scared of Sirius. But he isn’t here now is he? I’ve got you all to myself.”
“Go away,” Remus whispered hoarsely.
Regulus’s eyebrows twitched. “I’m a figment of your imagination, just where, pray tell, should I go?” He knelt, smiling, and placed his hands on Remus’s knees rubbing them gently. Remus frowned as Regulus slid warm fingers (like oil like melting like hot tears) down the inside of his thighs.
Remus trembled. This isn’t possible.
Regulus pushed his legs apart.
/end
Warnings: Issues of consentof a, er, different sort
Fanfic100 Challenge: 035: Spirit
Till flesh and spirit are molten in sunder--
These things are over, and no more mine.
-Swinburne
Remus was leaving his room when he heard a noise behind him. He turned to see Harry sitting in the middle of the hallway.
“Harry? Is everything all right?”
The figure shifted slowly and didn’t answer. He glanced at Harry’s door. It was open and the room empty.
“Harry, what’s-”
The figure unfurled, stood, and was lit by the glow of candlelight. Remus’s heart seemed to shrink inside his chest and all its blood rushed to his ears. His eyes rolled back in his head and everything went dark.
///
Remus felt a shifting beside him and heard soft laughter. He woke with a start.
“Professor-I mean, Remus, are you all right? What happened?”
Remus stared dazedly at the worried faces around him. He was tucked onto the sofa, a blanket over his shoulders.
Molly shooed the children away and summoned tea from the kitchen. “There, dear, have a bit of chocolate with that.”
He sensed her question but had to clear his throat before he could answer, and it was husky then. “It wasn’t a boggart, Molly. I don’t know what… I thought-I suppose I was seeing things.” He accepted the tea and chocolate and looked up to see Harry giving him a shrewd glance.
///
When Remus returned to his room he was not alone.
“You’re not real.”
The figure smiled.
Remus looked away shaking his head, but saw the figure reaching out for him. He stepped back hitting the wall.
The figure frowned with concern.
Remus closed his eyes. “You’re a figment of my imagination, you’re not real. You. Are. Not. Real.”
Remus heard laughter and felt warmth against him and the humid tickle of breath at his ear.
“I told you I’d haunt you, didn’t I?” The low almost nasal voice cut through his skin like a hex and shivers coursed through him as though hands were running all over his bare skin at once.
Then it was over, still, silent, and cold. Remus opened his eyes and felt vaguely foolish to be huddled against the wall. He hadn’t felt like that since he was 17.
///
“I’ll haunt you until the end of your days, half blood!”
“You can’t haunt me, you aren’t dead yet.”
“I can do whatever I want!”
Remus just laughed at him.
“I’M A BLACK AND I’M A PUREBLOOD!” Regulus bellowed, face flushed, furious that Remus was laughing at him. “You just wait, Lupin, I’ll get you.”
Two summers later, Regulus was quicker, taller, and much smarter. Remus avoided him whenever possible.
That night, it hadn’t been.
“Well, if it isn’t loopy Lupin, all alone. I’ve been studying Dark Magic all summer and I thought about you every single day.”
In a flickering moment Remus’s wand was in Regulus’s left hand, his cheek was against the wall, and his hands bound by hissing snakes twisted around his wrists.
Regulus stepped close, “Didn’t I warn you Lupin? Didn’t I tell you not to mock me?”
“Sod off, you pervert.”
“That’s some insult. I’ll think on it.”
He pressed close against Remus and leaned his head on Remus’s shoulder making obscene noises. Remus struggled as Regulus reached around to the front of his robes. Pushing them aside he undid Remus’s trousers, reaching his hand inside. Remus shifted his hips, but Regulus just laughed in his ear and pushed his hips against Remus. Remus could feel him pressing hard through the fabric of his clothes. Regulus’s hand tingled around him and Remus’s stomach swayed as he thought of the charms being used.
Remus’s head tipped forward, digging into the plaster, his shoulders twisting away from Regulus’s hold. “Sirius will have your arse for this,” he ground out.
“Oh it’s going to be worth it, Lupin, so very worth it.” His lips closed on Remus’s neck followed by teeth and more Dark charms.
///
“Wakey-wakey, Lupin.”
Remus tossed and turned muttering in his sleep twisting against the sudden heat in the room. He’d already pushed his blankets off once, how did-
“Wake up Lupin!”
-Remus blinked awake suddenly. There was pale light in the room and his breath caught when he saw where the warmth came from.
A pale figure straddled him.
“Oh no,” he moaned.
“Oh yes,” Regulus moaned back arching and rubbing against him.
I can’t feel this, Remus thinks, this is impossible. This isn’t real.
“Oh I’m real, Lupin, very real,” Regulus whispered, hands rubbing over Remus’s bare chest. “As real as I can be,” he amended before scraping Remus’s nipples with very real fingernails.
Remus cried out and sat up reaching. Regulus laughed as his hands brushed through the thick water-like warmth. “This is a haunting, Lupin, how easy did you think it would be?” He reached down fingers wrapping around Lupin’s cock.
Remus fell back against the bed, mind roaming for a spell, hex, a curse, something. Before anything could click into place, a pulsing warmth enveloped him and pulled, sucking, circling, and consuming his every thought. He looked down and at the sight of Regulus’s mouth around him he moaned again, hips rocking of their own accord. Regulus looked up at him and the warmth increased, like warm honey consuming him. His fingers grabbed at the sheets, then his own hair as his body arched, warmth and pleasure spreading writhing throughout his body like (hexes curses snakes) nothing else ever had.
“I always wanted to fuck you Remus.”
His eyes jerked open. Regulus was stretched across him, chin on his chest, staring him in the eyes.
“Shame I was so scared of Sirius. But he isn’t here now is he? I’ve got you all to myself.”
“Go away,” Remus whispered hoarsely.
Regulus’s eyebrows twitched. “I’m a figment of your imagination, just where, pray tell, should I go?” He knelt, smiling, and placed his hands on Remus’s knees rubbing them gently. Remus frowned as Regulus slid warm fingers (like oil like melting like hot tears) down the inside of his thighs.
Remus trembled. This isn’t possible.
Regulus pushed his legs apart.
/end