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05 August 2005 @ 08:59 pm
Flow, R, Remus/Fenrir  
Title: Flow
Author: malfoil
Pairing: Remus/Fenrir
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they're JKRs.
Summary: Fenrir bites into the skin, where he can taste blood and despair...and it's new.
Warning: Um...a little underaged sex. So if that offends you, you probably shouldn't read this.
Word Count: 850

When he first bites down, he barely gets a feel for the small boy in his arms. The body quivers and shakes and begs and pleads. Fenrir loves it most when they fight, but this boy isn't fighting. Not really. He is moving like all the rest, but he is crying, and it the soulful, despairing kind of cry that Fenrir has seen in his own kind. It chills him and, for the first time in his life, he stops.

He can't see the face - only brown hair is visible, along with tear-stained cheeks. Fenrir has long ago trained himself never to look at the faces, only at the bodies. He sees necks and arms and legs but never faces. It isn't that he doesn't like seeing them, but there is always that whimpering look. It reminds him of small animals that beg, and Fenrir hates begging. It is disgusting to him, the beg of a small child. It sounds only of whining and tears.

This boy - his father called him Remus, a name that Fenrir remembers years later, when they meet a second time - is different. He is accepting. He has already got the shy, reclusive nature of the wolf. Fenrir bites down harder, trying to shake the feeling. As the blood flows more readily into his mouth, he can feel the boy's life swarming into him. Normally, the blood tastes fresh and alive, but this boy is too quiet. Fenrir begins to worry that perhaps the boy is poison, and stops once more.

"Please," whispers the boy, Remus.

Fenrir thinks as he sucks on the wound, drawing out blood because he needs it, almost more than he needs air. His mind struggles to find something that will make this boy more alive, for the blood feels useless to him, and dull. Remus has stopped struggling and Fenrir's paws hold him still as he transforms. He continues to lick at the boy's neck, the taste of blood slightly more acidic in his human form.

His brain is on automatic as he first tries soothing Remus, brushing back the soft hair, wanting him to feel protected, so that he'll relax and the blood will sweeten. This does not work, and Fenrir growls low in his throat. He scratches at Remus, which makes the boy flinch and nothing more. His hands work down the front of Remus's tan shirt and he stops, this time only briefly, as he reaches Remus's zipper.

"No...not there," says Remus, the first words he's spoken since Fenrir has deepened his bite.

Fenrir yells at him to shut up and Remus cries, softly. The wolf slips his hand below the small jeans, searching. Remus is crying more steadily now.

"Stop," Fenrir says in a low voice. "Stop now," he says a moment later, when he can still see silent tears. This time, unlike the others, Fenrir watches the boy's face as he begins to stroke him, feeling the small prick harden in his hand. "Yes...just like that," he says, encouraging the boy who is no longer crying, but gulping. Fenrir knows without interrogating that the boy Remus has never done this before, or at least not with another person. He continues stroking and Remus's gulps turn into tiny moans. Fenrir can see that Remus is helpless and he grins, an idea forming in his mind.

It has been a long, long time since he's done this. He pulls Remus's jeans down, covering the young form with his own. The boy is breathing hard now and Fenrir is delighting in the smell of mixed fear and excitement. He doubts that the boy will ever feel as alive in his life as right now.

He places his cock, larger than Remus's, into his hands. He watches as their cocks rub together - watches Remus's young face. Thin nails dig into his skin as he pushes his cock against Remus's stomach, feeling the young hardness against his own. He strokes them both, his large hand covering them, moving so fast that his hand is almost a blur.

And then he comes, his white heat spurting over Remus's flat stomach, on Remus's still-hard prick. Fenrir knows he must act fast and transforms, jaws hovering above Remus's neck. He lets the small boy ground upwards, into him. The tiny nails feel like nothing as Remus grabs him and cries out, his seed spattering over the bottom of Fenrir's coat.

Fenrir bites down and the blood is so much sweeter. It is thick and flowing and almost blue. It is the purest thing Fenrir has yet tasted and he licks at Remus as the boy passes out.

Fenrir trots away with a blood-stained muzzle. He licks his lips. For a short pause, he looks behind him, at the unconscious body, and the best meal he's ever had.

If only all of them could be like that, he thinks and turns to go back home.
 
 
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these points of data make a beautiful linebiichan on August 6th, 2005 04:29 am (UTC)
My god. This is the most perverse thing I have ever read.

I love it.
malliemalfoil on August 6th, 2005 04:30 am (UTC)
Perversion is a good thing? Lol, when did that happen?

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. :D
lilith_boy on August 7th, 2005 12:14 am (UTC)
Hmm...there's not much to say about this. It's well done, it depicts Remus' fear fairly well. Also, erm...

EEEEWWWWWW!!

I think that the first person sums up my feelings very well.
malliemalfoil on August 7th, 2005 11:40 pm (UTC)
Ewww? Are you talking about the subject matter or the writing? I think you mean just the underage thing, but I am not sure.

Thank you for reading at any rate. I hope you liked it.
pensavemoony on August 8th, 2005 01:51 am (UTC)
It's one of those things so disturbing beautiful that you want to look away, but you can't; it's like impending doom, like watching the 'train wreck' or the burning burning down. The darkness and evil of it, just, sucks you in. I will not lie, it made me sick. But it made me sick because the writing made the content even sicker since it seemed real. You played with the character and their emotions on such a human level; horrifying. If I wasn't such a 'sick' writer too, I'd say you need your head checked. So, disturbing piece, however, I doubt it was really supposed to give you warm and fuzzies in the first place ;)

malliemalfoil on August 10th, 2005 05:09 am (UTC)
I don't think it's good to be disturbing but I know what you mean. I think I do, at least. I wasn't sure I'd be able to write something like this, but you know how sometimes something grips you and you just can't shy away from it? This was like that. I don't know why, but this pairing just grips me. There's so much raw emotion there. It's powerful.

Thank you for saying such things and not feeling disgusted like "how could you write that?" but more like...I don't know. I'm always a bit hesitant to write things like this. I hope it worked for you. :P
pensavemoony on August 10th, 2005 03:04 pm (UTC)
I write fic for the television show alias and I always wrote the hardcore dark ships; I can see why this one would draw you in. When I read it in HBP I viewed it as something like this; that Greyback is just a little child molster. It sickened me; I really, really hate Greyback. I think I hate him more than Lord Voldemort. But what you did here was take that raw emotion, that sickness and pervision and channeled it into good writing. Good writing isn't always rainbows and lolipops. Sometimes you have to deal with the darker side of human nature; if you didn't, you would just be telling lies. So what I'm trying to say if I understand you need to write one. I might crave and write Greyback/Lupin before the seventh book too.
(Anonymous) on August 8th, 2005 09:25 pm (UTC)
Like a dying dog
Rihgt, this will probably turn some heads, but this reminds me of when I sat and watched my dog die. Don't worry, he had to put down, and a vet came to my house to adminster a lethal injection, and I stayed at sat by him and watched him dying. Nothing morbid-I just liked him so much and wanted to be the last thing he remembers. Like your story, watching him dying was sickening as he was doing just that-dying-but in another way, it was beautiful, not his death, but because he was leacving his pain and suffering. Like your story, it was beautiful and disgusting, disturbing and comforting-for different reasons, but also like watching my dog go through the assumedly strange experience of death to escape the clucthes of pain, it was also compulsive. At some time throughout both events, I felt like turning away-but I couldn't, or did and found myself turning back to watch-or knowing or should, but not being able to; just knowing deep down inside that I have to stop and watch....or read, in this case. ;)

Amazing, deep stuff. As for perversion being good, who's to say what's to say and what's not to say? The lines between good and bad are probably more blurred than some think....I expect the mingle alot too....its just a simple case of what you believe is good or bad-or perverse or not.

-Slyffindor_Smiles; from Restricted. org-a web-site where I got the link to this site from; also a website which I feel you should join as it specialises in Harry potter slash and quite a few people there (including me) are baying (geddit?) for some good clean nasty angsty Fenrir/Remus action. You could be our man/womna....
malliemalfoil on August 10th, 2005 05:12 am (UTC)
Re: Like a dying dog
I've never had to watch any of my animals die. I haven't had many, but they tended to die quietly so I never had to be part of that pain. Death still haunts me though - the idea of it, I mean. I can't imagine what watching your dog was like.

I wanted to tell a story, that was all. I'm not sure if it was perverted or not, but sometimes people are perverted. And not in the sexual way, but in the things they enjoy. Like Fenrir.

Lol, I'm not sure what that site is. I'm still trying to make the changeover from being a reader to actually writing things, so...what's restricted.org? Are there a lot of stories like this on here? How do you get on there? Sorry for all the questions, I'm still sort of new. :/

And thank you for your comments, they were very heartfelt.
williamlongtail on September 24th, 2006 05:51 pm (UTC)
Creepy
That was really perverted and somewhat creepy...but not in a bad way...in fact I liked it (maybe I am somewhat twisted...). It's a good fic. I like the pairing too (but usually Remus is not that young).

Just one thing...how old is there Remus? 'cause if he is around 13\14 or older ok, but if he is like 10\11 he wouldn't cum.
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