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Yet another fic: Remus Knows, Marauders slash, NC 17
Okay, this has gone onto Eros and Sappho, so I have decided to post it on lj, even though I was slightly leary of doing so, today:
Title: Remus Knows
Characters: Sirius/James, Remus
Warnings: Voyeurism of a sort, masturbation
Summary: Remus knows what Sirius and James do when they think he's asleep.
Rating: NC 17
Notes: This story is based on Cravache's Their Little Secret which is a good story, whatever went on with the author, and I reccomend reading it- http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=8020&PHPSESSID=aa96692f3bf2981cbc73a2549cb046ab . You don't need to have read that to read this.
Remus Knows
Remus knows that James is straight. Everyone can see that look in his eyes when he sees Lily, like she is the only person in the world and he would do anything for her, should she ask.
Remus knows Sirius likes girls. He can always be seen in the common room, snogging one girl or another. But Remus also knows that awful jealous look Padfoot’s face gets when he is looking at Lily, when James won’t see it. And Sirius never thinks anyone but James could see it.
Remus knows this, yet he can’t manage to muster the surprise he knows he is supposed to feel when he first hears the changes in the sounds of their room at night. When he first hears the bed-curtains being pulled back and murmurs and movement and other sounds that his friends try not to make.
Remus knows it’s wrong to like boys, he’s been told it’s wrong all his life. He still can’t help it though, can’t help wishing he was in that bed, with either one of them, or both. He has tried liking girls, and some are alright, but none seem to get to him in the same way as his dark-haired roommates.
Remus knows then that he should tell them that he heard them, or that he hears them, when it happens again. He tells himself it’s happened for too long now; he can’t let them know he hears. He tells himself it would be too embarrassing for all of them, and tries to believe it.
Remus knows that when he hears the muffled gasps and cut off moans that they never quite manage to suppress completely, he should not get hard. He should not reach down into his pyjama bottoms while biting his lip and trying to pretend he is sleeping.
Remus knows that he likes it, listening to these private, intimate moments, while James and Sirius are in a world of their own. He likes imagining what they look like while he strokes his cock in time to the movement he hears two beds over.
Remus knows he probably doesn’t sound like he is sleeping anymore, when his breathing gets harsher, but the other boys are too far gone to care as well. He knows when he hears that whispered “James” that they would not hear anything from him less than a scream.
Remus knows as he comes that he should not listen, should not do this, but Remus knows he will do it again, and again. There is no way he will manage to resist, though Remus knows he should.
Peter knows all of this too. But no one notices when the pudgy boy’s snores stop. They are all too busy to realise that Peter knows everything.
Fin
Title: Remus Knows
Characters: Sirius/James, Remus
Warnings: Voyeurism of a sort, masturbation
Summary: Remus knows what Sirius and James do when they think he's asleep.
Rating: NC 17
Notes: This story is based on Cravache's Their Little Secret which is a good story, whatever went on with the author, and I reccomend reading it- http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=8020&PHPSESSID=aa96692f3bf2981cbc73a2549cb046ab . You don't need to have read that to read this.
Remus Knows
Remus knows that James is straight. Everyone can see that look in his eyes when he sees Lily, like she is the only person in the world and he would do anything for her, should she ask.
Remus knows Sirius likes girls. He can always be seen in the common room, snogging one girl or another. But Remus also knows that awful jealous look Padfoot’s face gets when he is looking at Lily, when James won’t see it. And Sirius never thinks anyone but James could see it.
Remus knows this, yet he can’t manage to muster the surprise he knows he is supposed to feel when he first hears the changes in the sounds of their room at night. When he first hears the bed-curtains being pulled back and murmurs and movement and other sounds that his friends try not to make.
Remus knows it’s wrong to like boys, he’s been told it’s wrong all his life. He still can’t help it though, can’t help wishing he was in that bed, with either one of them, or both. He has tried liking girls, and some are alright, but none seem to get to him in the same way as his dark-haired roommates.
Remus knows then that he should tell them that he heard them, or that he hears them, when it happens again. He tells himself it’s happened for too long now; he can’t let them know he hears. He tells himself it would be too embarrassing for all of them, and tries to believe it.
Remus knows that when he hears the muffled gasps and cut off moans that they never quite manage to suppress completely, he should not get hard. He should not reach down into his pyjama bottoms while biting his lip and trying to pretend he is sleeping.
Remus knows that he likes it, listening to these private, intimate moments, while James and Sirius are in a world of their own. He likes imagining what they look like while he strokes his cock in time to the movement he hears two beds over.
Remus knows he probably doesn’t sound like he is sleeping anymore, when his breathing gets harsher, but the other boys are too far gone to care as well. He knows when he hears that whispered “James” that they would not hear anything from him less than a scream.
Remus knows as he comes that he should not listen, should not do this, but Remus knows he will do it again, and again. There is no way he will manage to resist, though Remus knows he should.
Peter knows all of this too. But no one notices when the pudgy boy’s snores stop. They are all too busy to realise that Peter knows everything.
Fin
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I'm pretty new around here, but I have noticed this.
*wicked sharp*
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And angst is okay...I've been bitten by it too. But again...I blame Lee...she's insidious.
*giggles*
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and I love that you can go on about anst then giggle. You rock!
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Now...my current one-shot (and the backstory under construction) are full of the angst! *sniffs and laments*
Course it could be the modern fairytale the story is paralleling...*rubs chin*
Oh I giggle...perhaps I'm mad...*snickers*
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Then, of course, there's the alternate pov excersize on hbp I need to edit up.
Oh, the pov is that of the monster in Harry's chest :p
I giggle and snicker too. Maybe we're both mad. Or we're normal and it's everyone else that's insane...
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You know...the monster in Harry's chest reminds me suddenly of Alien!
Though...the Spaceball's version of that scene...where it gains a top hat and cane and does a singing dancing act out the door...
Now I know I'm wacked...heh!