Charm Of The Beast

Title: Charm
of the Beast

Rating:
NC-17

Pairing:
Remus/Charlie Weasley

Summary:
Charlie tried to convince his love
W
Warning:
fluff.

A/N: This is my Merry smutmas present to Becky Hoadley. Thanks to my beta, fluffylamma

 

“And beauty is not a
need but an ecstasy … a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.” -- Gibran

 

Remus
Lupin was a lot of things, but he was not beautiful.

 

At a glance, people would see him as plain and boring. His
prematurely grey hair, the lines of sorrow, pain, and tiredness that were
etched in his face, his unadorned garments because he could never afford more,
and most of all his status as one of the darkest, most dangerous beasts in the
world would deter almost everyone from even thinking of courting him. The rest
of the population would run when they found out about the scars that marred his
thin body or saw with their own eyes what he was when the curse of full moon wrecked
his body and soul.

 

For years he had resigned himself to being alone for the
rest of his - hopefully short - life.

 

Bookworm was one of his popular nicknames. He liked to read and study in an attempt to escape
from reality: the harsh world around him, and the raging beast within who
always demanded to be acknowledged, even when
the moon was waning. But he had never in his life read a romance story or anything
that remotely resembled one. It was just too painful
to read about the sort of thing he could never experience.

 

Fucking, though, was familiar to him. Realizing that a full relationship
was not possible, the best he could do to satisfy his sexual urge was through
occasional quick sex from whoever was drunk enough not to notice his plain
look, or the scars adorning his body.

 

Like Charlie Weasley.

 

“Let’s fuck!” Charlie had slurred. The pressure of the war
and his recent confrontation with his brother, Percy, had pushed him to the
limit. Like many other young men, he had turned to alcohol as his means of
coping.

 

Remus had agreed, thinking that Charlie would not remember
and that rough, meaningless, sex would provide them with some kind of relief,
no matter how momentary.

 

The problem was, Charlie had remembered. And had insisted
that they were lovers. “Weasleys don’t do one night stands,” he had said.

 

That was how it all started: the two of them becoming fuck
buddies, although Charlie kept insisting they were more than that.

 

But how could Remus believe that?

 

Remus stared at the criss-crossed white and pinkish lines on
his chest, the result of his self-mutilation habit. His eyes moved downward, to
the huge scar on his left thigh; the scar from the bite that had ruined his
life. How could he believe that Charlie saw him as more than the only
accessible fuck buddy available in Grimmauld Place?


 

His reverie was shattered when he felt a pair of eyes
staring at him from behind. He turned around to find Charlie’s eyes fixed on
him with unmistakable adoration. Remus’ hands came upward reflexively, covering
his chest where most of the scars resided.

 

“Don’t,” Charlie said softly. “You’re beautiful. I want to
see you.”

 

Remus snorted. “You’re joking,” he said casually, hiding the
turmoil he was feeling.

 

Charlie didn’t respond. He unzipped his jeans, showing his
hard cock. “Need more proof?” He smiled, his eyes never wandering from the
amazing wet body of his lover.

 

“You’re just horny,” Remus said. “You\'d even find Buckbeak
attractive.”

 

Charlie only laughed heartily, not at all offended. “Me? Horny? Well, yes… but it’s because of you.” He quickly
divested himself of his clothes to join his lover under the shower.

 

“Charlie, please…” Remus closed his eyes as his lover began
to lick one of his scars, making Remus shudder. He was torn. Part of him wanted
Charlie to continue the heavenly ministrations. Another part wanted his lover
to stop, because the gesture made him vulnerable, making him hope for the impossible;
for someone to truly love him, despite the scars, despite his affliction,
despite himself.

 

Remus whimpered. His young lover’s hands were caressing
Remus’ inner thighs at a maddening pace, arousing Remus to the point of
incoherency.

 

Charlie was now playing with Remus’ right nipple with his
tongue. His hand moved from Remus’ thigh to his balls, then to his cock. The
red-haired man swirled his tongue on the hardening bud for the last time and
moved to taste the left one.

 

“Oh God,” Remus moaned, as Charlie’s hand began to tease the
tip of his cock. Remus had forgotten why Charlie shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t
make love to him with such tenderness. He only wanted his partner to never stop
this blissful touch.

 

“I want you to fuck me, love.” Charlie whispered softly into
his lover’s ear.

 

Remus did not have time to ponder the last word of his lover
as Charlie fisted his erection and guided it to his ass.
sp; sp;

“No,” Remus objected. “Not like that. Turn around,” he
ordered with husky voice.

 

Charlie turned to face the wall. “I am ready. Please, just
fuck me.”

 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Remus whispered in Charlie’s ear,
inserting one finger into Charlie’s hole.

 

“You’ll never hurt me. I know it. I trust you.”

 

His words surprised Remus. Charlie trusted him. Charlie trusted
Remus, a werewolf. Charlie trusted a werewolf not to hurt him. Charlie…

 

Charlie sensed his lover’s hesitance. He reached out and
guided Remus’ wet cock to his entrance. Then he pushed backward, engulfing
Remus’ cock at once.

 

“Ah…” Both of them moaned, shocked at the intense sensation
of suddenly being connected to each other.

 

Time seemed to stop. Remus closed his eyes, fought hard to
retain control over his body. Charlie felt so tight, so good, that Remus was
afraid he would hurt his younger lover in his passionate lovemaking.

 

The dragon trainer would have none of it though. He clenched
his ass, knowing what it would do to Remus’ self-control.

 

“God, Charlie! Don’t do that.”

 

Charlie grinned and did it again. Remus lost it. He pulled
out and slammed in, fucking Charlie hard and fast, as the red-haired man
shouted for “harder” and “more”.

 

Finally, it was too much for both of them. Charlie cried out
his release, clenching around Remus’ cock, triggering his partner’s climax.

 

The hot water had run out. The water from the shower was as
cold as ice. Yet, Remus and Charlie felt as if they were burnt, so hot were
their bodies pressing against each other. Their hearts pounded so loud it felt
as if it echoed in the bathroom. Remus gripped his lover’s waist hard while
Charlie braced himself against the wall so that they would not collapse to the
floor, shaken as they were be ine intensity of their orgasms.

 

It was Charlie who moved first. He turned off the water and
wandlessly cast a drying charm on both of them. Then he turned to Remus and
kissed him. Long, and sweet, and loving.

 

“You’re beautiful,” he said afterwards. His chest was
pressed against the werewolf he had come to worship, feeling the rough contour
of his lover’s skin.

 

“I am not,” Remus denied, though he let his partner’s finger
trace the scars on his chest. “You forget that I am a beast. And a beast can’t
be beautiful.”

 

Charlie smiled. “You forget who you’re talking to,” he said,
“I have always loved beautiful beasts, love.” Then he kissed the beautiful, wild,
and his werewolf.

 

*finish*