A way to completion

Title : A WAY TO COMPLETION - part 2 : My perfection.

Rating : NC - 17 / Adult.
Pairing : RL / EV, SS / EV.

Kinks / Warnings : Voyeurism, rough sex, dirty talk.

Notes : Second part of \" A way to Completion \" and since the publication of the Half-Blood Prince, I\'m honoured to announce that this fic is officially AU. So NO HBP SPOILERS !!!

Notes #2 : Review please !!! I want to know what you think about my work !!! ( and my spelling as well ! )

Disclaimer : Harry Potter\'s universe belongs to Rowling. The plot is entirely mine.

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It began at school. From time to time, I found myself staring at a boy. Sometimes a fellow Ravenclaw. Sometimes a Gryffindor or a Slytherin. I even remember a tall Hufflepuff with long red hair.

But as the years passed, my eyes were more and more attracted to one particular face. A scared face with deep, amber eyes. As the years passed, I found myself attracted to Remus J. Lupin.

When did it begin exactly, I don\'t know and, truth be told, I don\'t care. I don\'t care about history or causes and consequences. Not anymore. What I clearly remember, it\'s the moment I understood who Remus truly was ... what he was.

I was in the Common Room, watching the full moon rising and suddenly ... I understood. A werewolf. Remus was a werewolf. Just the though of it made me shudder, a hot knot forming in my stomac. Three nights later I cornered him in the Prefect\'s Bathroom.

For a long time, I thought it was his lycanthropy that determined my choice. And I was right ... but not in the way I thought. For a long time, I thought I choose him because, if things went out of hand, I could always use the knowledge of his true nature to silence him. It\'s only years later that I understood it wasn\'t his lycanthropy in itself that attracted me, but its consequences on Remus\'s behaviour.

There was no need of Legimensy to see that Remus Lupin was an insecure person, used to deception and rejection. He was so sure that everybody would abandon him in the end, once they knew his true nature, that he contended himself with whatever peolple had to offer. And that\'s why I chose him.

Because he didn\'t expect anything from me. No weakness or perfection. He just accepted me and what I had to give. He always does and always will. No matter how simple or wicked it might be.

That\'s why I trust him. Why I\'m not afraid of him, werewolf or not. Why I\'m here, eyes closed, sitting on the edge of his bed, naked, his clothed body pressed against my back while his hands caress me, making me shiver in anticipation, both to the roughness of his voice and to the knowledge that we\'re not alone.

I love Remus\'s voice, his words. Gentle, soothing, erotic, exciting, crude ... so many words, so many emotions ... and always the same rough voice ...

\" She\'s so soft, Severus, so sweet. The sweetest chocolate is bitter in front of the taste of her skin, of her juices ... honestly, Severus, you should taste her ... \"

At those words, my mind races as I imagine Severus, his head between my legs, lapping my cunt, my juices trickling on his chin, and I shudder. Remus must have sense it \'cause his fingers come to a stop on my inner thigh and I can feel his hot breathe in my ear, burning my skin ...

\" My, but you want it, don\'t you Emmy ? \"

His lips graze the tender skin with each whispered word and I bite mine.

\" You want his tongue in your cunt ... you want him to lick you until you scream and come in his mouth ... you want ... him ... \"

I want to answer, I need to, but I cant\' find my voice so I nod weakly. Remus chuckles.

\" Oh, but I\'m not sure if our dear Severus will agree ... \"

I freeze and my eyes open.

Severus is sitting in his armchair, perfectly still. His black eyes are focused on me, but they\'re cold, empty.

He doesn\'t want me. I know it. I\'ve always known. I disgust him. For him, I\'m just the werewolf\'s whore. A slut who cheats on her pureblood husband and enjoys having an audience. He doesn\'t understand. He can\'t understand. What Remus means to me. What they mean to me.

When I was six, my father was murdered by Death Eaters. My mother loved him more than her own life and when he died, I was the only thing left in her world. Her love imprisoned me more certainly than any cage could have done.

I was her one and only daughter, her princess, the light of her days. She gave me everything and all she asked in return was for me to do the best. Not the best that I could, no, it wouldn\'t have been enough. She wanted the best. She wanted perfection.

So I\'ve done what she expected me to do.

I went to the right House, married the man she had picked. I even joined the Order to try and get her revenge. Since I was six, my life wasn\'t my own anymore.

And I was so tired, so sick of it ...

That\'s why I came to Remus. Why I lured him into dark corners or empty classrooms. Why I dropped to my knees or spread my thighs whenever he wanted. Whenever I could. Why I still do it twenty years later. Because this - whatever it is - is mine.

But we aren\'t children anymore. We lost that innocence that come with the awkward experiments of adolescence. Now we have experience. Too much experience. We\'re old and there\'s a war going on. We could die in a week. In a day. Tonight.

But when we fuck, the world vanish and the only thing left is the heat of his cock in me while he shags me rotten through the mattress, the floor, the wall.

When we fuck, the only thing left in my world is Remus.

Remus J. Lupin is all that I am not. All that I was always taught to look down on. A half-breed. A werewolf. Too poor to buy a proper robe or have a home of his own. But strong and brave and real.

Strong enough to fill me. To fill the blank of my perfection.

The roughness of his fingers. The scars of his skin. They\'re the only things to make me real. To make me free. Free of what my mother made me. Free to feel and give and hurt and scream.

That\'s why I crawl and surrender to him. Why I\'d love him if I could but I can\'t so I want and lust and crave ...

I crave his touch as much as I crave Severus\'s eyes on me. \'Cause Severus is all I despise. A Death Eater. A traitor. All that I could have been. A Slytherin. A man broken by his choices. Full of darkness and pain and hatred.

And I want it. I need it. I need that hatred unleashed against me. In me. I need to take all that pain, that violence deep into my core and burn it with my flesh. I want to be the pyre where he\'ll find his redemption. His salvation. I want him.

So I don\'t care if he despises me. If he uses me. If he doesn\'t understand. Beacuse my need is greater than him. Greater than me.

So I beg.

\" ... Sev\'rus ... please ... need you, Sev\'rus ... pleasepleaseplease ... \"

My voice is weak, heavy with want and lust and I start when Remus interrupts me, his words light and clear.

\" Perhaps we should make the offer a bit more ... tempting. \"

He grasps my thighs and forces them open, exposing my cunt to Severus\'s gaze.

\" So Severus, what do you think ? Enticing, isn\'t she ? You should indulge her, you know. She\'s so sweet and tight and compliant. \"

His wet tongue brushes the shell of my ear and I whimper, arching my back, my legs opening even more.

\" Come on ! Take her, Severus, you won\'t regret it. She\'s better than a million Galleons whore, I promise ! \"

Severus stands and I hold my breathe while his black eyes rake over my exposed body. Slowly, so slowly, he starts to move, one step after another, each one making my heart race faster until I hear nothing but the blood running through my veins.

Two more steps and he\'s standing right in front of me, so close I can feel his black robes ghosting over my skin. Trembling with need, I look up and the pure hunger burning in his eyes cuts through my soul. He pushes his robes aside and unfastens his trousers. Remus\'s grip tightens, spreading my thighs wider, offering me for the taking.

Remus loves me wet and begging for more, and I cry out when Severus thrusts in, burying himself to the hilt, the raw penetration tearing me apart.

\" Like it rough, huh Severus ! \"

Severus\'s only response is to pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. His cock is thinner than Remus\'s, but longer somehow and his thrusts are hard, merciless.

Soon he\'s pounding into me like a beast, the coarse fabric of his trousers burning my tighs, my folds, so intense my eyes water. He pierces me like a white-hot blade and I scream my pleasure so hard my throat hurts.

Severus flinches and hisses hoarsely.

\" ... too noisy ... \"

Remus\'s laughter vibrates against my back and I feel his hands leaving my thighs, his nails trailing a hot path on my skin to my breasts. One hand settles here, pinching my nipple, while the other heads to my chin.

His fingers invade my mouth, gagging me and I chocke. I must concentrate to take deep breathes with my nose, red spot dancing in my eyes. I love Remus\'s fingers. They\'re so long and rough and demanding and I suck them, laving them with my tongue as I usually do his cock.

Remus\'s growl is all the warning I get before his jaw digs into my throat, almost drawning blood. The pain rushes through my flesh, mixing with the burn of Severus\'s feral thrusts in my cunt, of his nails sinking into my thighs, holding me in place.

White pleasure breaks in me, overwhelming, so intense it could consume me, destroy my very soul, but I don\'t care. I don\'t care about consequences. I relish that pleasure. That pain. I lose myself into it till there\'s nothing left of me but my burning body, till heart and soul and mind melt into flesh.

This is real perfection.

The fingers in my mouth. The nails in my skin. The teeth in my flesh. The cock in my cunt. All real. All perfect. All mine.

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Tbc ...