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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Remus
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Adult +
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5
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7,103
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5
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Chapter 5
Tonks was not pleased in the slightest. “We have to do what?”
“Tonks, my dear, you don’t have to do anything. It’s Remus who has to do all the work,” Albus said.
“Using my body! And what if we switch and I end up with… doing that? No offense, Harry.”
Remus spoke up, then, because Albus did not seem to be calming her down. “Remember, we woke up in our own beds, our own clothes, just in new bodies. So if this works the way it did the first time, you just have to wait for your body to come back to you. Harry and I are the only ones who have to, um, do the work.”
Harry said nothing while they argued, just sat on the edge of his bed looking thoroughly embarrassed. They had had to tell Tonks the plan, but it didn’t mean Harry had to enjoy having his very private dream repeated to yet another participant in it. Finally, she gave in, convinced that this was both the only way and that she would not have to do anything but keep anyone from barging in.
She stepped outside and took up her watchful post, looking much more irritated than Remus ever allowed himself to look. But she was hopeful, that much was obvious. She didn’t want to be a werewolf any more than Remus ever had, and she, at least, had some way to cure it.
Remus turned his focus back to Harry, though, and he asked, “Are you ready?”
Harry flushed and told him, “I guess I have to be.”
He managed a tentative smile, though, and so Remus smiled back as encouragingly as he could. Then Remus turned to Albus. “I suppose we should go ahead, then.”
“Of course,” Albus said, though he didn’t budge. Remus cleared his throat. “Right then. You’ll need your privacy.” Albus cast a number of silencing and locking charms about the room, then he made his leave, shutting the door firmly.
That done, Remus looked at Harry, his smile wavering. He didn’t have to ask where to begin; he’d heard the details of the dream three times now, and so he knew well enough. Albus had said to recreate it as exactly as possible, and so he did.
He walked to Harry, who looked up at him from his seat, hands planted and clawed into the sheets from nerves. He slid easily to his knees at the foot of the bed, pushing Harry’s legs apart and settling between them. Remus watched the boy’s face for signs that he wanted to back out, all the while undoing the fly of Harry’s trousers.
He reached inside, pulled Harry’s cock free of his pants. It was already hard, ready for his attentions. Remus palmed and stroked it, watching Harry’s eyes flutter closed and listening to the little gasp he made. “Don’t forget the dream. Focus, Harry,” he said, and Harry nodded and made a whimper through his nose as he forced his eyes open again.
Remus lowered his mouth then, feeling a stab of guilt for doing this to Tonks’ body, for having pressured her into allowing it, no matter that it was necessary for the change. He let his lips slide over the spongy head, and it was strange to feel more padding on his mouth, though it was smaller. He flicked his tongue just under the ridge between head and shaft, and Harry let out a shaking breath.
Fingers petted once through Remus’ hair, before they jerked away. Remus let his mouth slide lower, jaw stretching, and he wondered if Harry’s girth was really what it seemed, or if his smaller hands and mouth had much to do with it. He released that cock with a wet smack as it slid from between his lips, reaching to pull Harry’s pants and trousers down. The boy obligingly lifted his hips, and Remus pushed him back onto the bed, pushing one leg over his shoulder to rub his thumb in a tiny circle over Harry’s pucker.
He lapped gently at one of Harry’s balls, then looked up at the boy. “Focus, Harry,” he said again, and Harry moaned, pushing up to his elbows to look at Remus. “Do you want to be fucked? Want to have a cock inside you, want to be split in half and fucked red and raw until you can’t move?”
“Ye-hesss,” Harry whined, tossing his head back for a moment.
“Then focus. Switch—” and he choked on his own words. There was no moment of darkness, no real feelings of dreaminess or disorientation; he was simply one thing, and then he was changed. He looked down to see his hands were larger, nails bitten down, more familiar now.
Harry stared at him, and finally asked, “Remus?”
Remus was so pleased he pounced atop Harry, wrestling him to the mattress and smothering his mouth with a wet kiss. When he pulled out of it, breathless and flushed, he grinned toothily, and it finally felt proper on his face again.
“Tonks, my dear, you don’t have to do anything. It’s Remus who has to do all the work,” Albus said.
“Using my body! And what if we switch and I end up with… doing that? No offense, Harry.”
Remus spoke up, then, because Albus did not seem to be calming her down. “Remember, we woke up in our own beds, our own clothes, just in new bodies. So if this works the way it did the first time, you just have to wait for your body to come back to you. Harry and I are the only ones who have to, um, do the work.”
Harry said nothing while they argued, just sat on the edge of his bed looking thoroughly embarrassed. They had had to tell Tonks the plan, but it didn’t mean Harry had to enjoy having his very private dream repeated to yet another participant in it. Finally, she gave in, convinced that this was both the only way and that she would not have to do anything but keep anyone from barging in.
She stepped outside and took up her watchful post, looking much more irritated than Remus ever allowed himself to look. But she was hopeful, that much was obvious. She didn’t want to be a werewolf any more than Remus ever had, and she, at least, had some way to cure it.
Remus turned his focus back to Harry, though, and he asked, “Are you ready?”
Harry flushed and told him, “I guess I have to be.”
He managed a tentative smile, though, and so Remus smiled back as encouragingly as he could. Then Remus turned to Albus. “I suppose we should go ahead, then.”
“Of course,” Albus said, though he didn’t budge. Remus cleared his throat. “Right then. You’ll need your privacy.” Albus cast a number of silencing and locking charms about the room, then he made his leave, shutting the door firmly.
That done, Remus looked at Harry, his smile wavering. He didn’t have to ask where to begin; he’d heard the details of the dream three times now, and so he knew well enough. Albus had said to recreate it as exactly as possible, and so he did.
He walked to Harry, who looked up at him from his seat, hands planted and clawed into the sheets from nerves. He slid easily to his knees at the foot of the bed, pushing Harry’s legs apart and settling between them. Remus watched the boy’s face for signs that he wanted to back out, all the while undoing the fly of Harry’s trousers.
He reached inside, pulled Harry’s cock free of his pants. It was already hard, ready for his attentions. Remus palmed and stroked it, watching Harry’s eyes flutter closed and listening to the little gasp he made. “Don’t forget the dream. Focus, Harry,” he said, and Harry nodded and made a whimper through his nose as he forced his eyes open again.
Remus lowered his mouth then, feeling a stab of guilt for doing this to Tonks’ body, for having pressured her into allowing it, no matter that it was necessary for the change. He let his lips slide over the spongy head, and it was strange to feel more padding on his mouth, though it was smaller. He flicked his tongue just under the ridge between head and shaft, and Harry let out a shaking breath.
Fingers petted once through Remus’ hair, before they jerked away. Remus let his mouth slide lower, jaw stretching, and he wondered if Harry’s girth was really what it seemed, or if his smaller hands and mouth had much to do with it. He released that cock with a wet smack as it slid from between his lips, reaching to pull Harry’s pants and trousers down. The boy obligingly lifted his hips, and Remus pushed him back onto the bed, pushing one leg over his shoulder to rub his thumb in a tiny circle over Harry’s pucker.
He lapped gently at one of Harry’s balls, then looked up at the boy. “Focus, Harry,” he said again, and Harry moaned, pushing up to his elbows to look at Remus. “Do you want to be fucked? Want to have a cock inside you, want to be split in half and fucked red and raw until you can’t move?”
“Ye-hesss,” Harry whined, tossing his head back for a moment.
“Then focus. Switch—” and he choked on his own words. There was no moment of darkness, no real feelings of dreaminess or disorientation; he was simply one thing, and then he was changed. He looked down to see his hands were larger, nails bitten down, more familiar now.
Harry stared at him, and finally asked, “Remus?”
Remus was so pleased he pounced atop Harry, wrestling him to the mattress and smothering his mouth with a wet kiss. When he pulled out of it, breathless and flushed, he grinned toothily, and it finally felt proper on his face again.