mooningremus

Remus really had taken his week with Willy as both magical and temporary. Especially when they'd parted ways with Willy giving no indication that he wanted to see him again. And Remus, who felt as if he'd been given more than enough and had little to offer in return, hadn't felt right about asking.

That night as he locked himself in the storage unit he felt... despair. He was so used to being miserable that having been happy for a while and following it up with this... it somehow made it worse than usual. And somewhere inside him he could feel the wolf's rage, too. It had liked Willy. A lot.

He blacked out as usual, and the next morning remembered nothing. But he knew that whatever happened, it was so much worse than it had been in a long time.

There was blood smeared everywhere. His blood. And he was covered in scratches, where the wolf had turned on itself with nothing else to take its rage out on. His head felt fuzzy, too, and he realized there was blood in his hair... oh, he must have slammed his head against the wall. That's what that spot on the wall was.

He honestly didn't know what to do. He couldn't go to a hostel like this.

Finally he threw on his coat and tried his best to keep his head down as he limped through the streets of London... back to Willy's doorstep.

And when Willy opened the door, the first words out of his mouth were, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know where else to go..." And then swayed on his feet, looking as if he were about to fall over.

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Remus' face slightly drained of color. "Oh, I just... I mean, you were using the word love a week ago!"

"Well, yes. I did," he replied, his smile still sweet and his gaze soft. "But why would you love a fae and doom yourself like that?"

"I'm not doing it on purpose," Remus said quietly.

Willy chuckled softly, hiccuped, then smiled as he kissed Remus.

"My little mouse," he murmured between kisses. "You're making a huge mistake."

"You don't think you could love me?" Remus said, though he wouldn't have trouble believing that. What did he have to offer, really?"

"I have no heart, Remus," he whispered, kissing along his neck. "Don't worry about it now."

He hiccupped once more, then took a deep breath and held it while nuzzling against all the spots that made Remus moan.

Remus wished he hadn't said anything. And of course now it was rattling around in his brain. But he still moaned a little when Remus touched him.

Willy decided that after an obviously devastating truth, Remus deserved such tenderness and care. He kissed lower, lower, and finally he parted his lips and took him deep.

Surely he could make him forget.

At least for a moment, Remus really did practically forget. He moaned and gripped the sheets.

Willy devoted all his energy to Remus's pleasure. Fingertips, palms, and has mouth never stopped, not even when he looked up the length of the man's body to watch his face.

Remus' face was pure bliss. "Oh god, Willy..." he whispered.

Willy took hold of each of his hips in a rough grip and forced him still. His focus was absolute and he drove Remus to the edge and over with his silent demand.

Remus hardly even realized that he was getting close to the edge... when suddenly he was coming with a sharp cry. As if he just couldn't help himself, when Willy clearly wanted him to.

Willy drank him down, dried him off, then moved back up. The first thing he did was find the cream, then he painted Remus's lips and kissed it all away, getting drunker by the second.

Remus sighed as he kissed him back, having practically forgotten his ill-advised confession.

Willy stretched out beside him and draped both an arm and a leg over him. The fae nuzzled into his neck.

"You're delicious," he murmured softly.

Remus smiled. "So are you. And I will make you all the cream and cake you could ever want."

"You can't keep me a drunken sex slave forever," he laughed. Then laughed harder. Then rolled away and laugh full and well and deep.

Remus blushed. "I didn't get you drunk on purpose," he insisted.

"Oh, but what if you'd had?" he drawled. He rolled back to him and traced the line of Remus's jaw. "How would you take advantage of poor little me?" he asked with a lazy smile.

"Mmmm if I had, I guess I just did?" Remus murmured.

"That you did, little mouse," he laughed softly. Willy stretched just a little, then closed his eyes. "The room is spinning," he said softly then.

"Why don't we sleep then?" Remus said softly, resting his head on Willy's shoulder.

"An excellent idea," he breathed, drowsy and drunk. He'd been hard but he'd flagged and hadn't even noticed. There had been love enough and now he was sleepy. Considering how light and infrequently he slept, it was odd to see him so tired. "Pull up a blanket."

Remus pulled up the blanket over both of hem. "Goodnight, Willy," he whispered.

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