Late Night Indulgence

Pairing: Ron/Peter (or Ron/Scabbers)
Warnings: Bestiality of sorts, but not, since we all know that the rat Scabbers is really Peter Pettigrew.
Summary: Peter watches Ron sleeping and wants to warm himself against the boy\'s body...
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling, no copyright infringement is intended. I play with them in my head and for fun; not earning money from sharing it with fanfic readers. The plot here is mine though, don\'t blame her for that!
A/N: Written for a friend as a christmas present.


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Late Night Indulgence


The night was dark, naturally, and cold, also quite naturally since it was close to winter. Peter was freezing, even though he was covered with fur in his current form.

Being a rat did have its advantages though, he thought as he sat on Ron\'s pillow, watching the boy sleep. He was free to roam the castle, he had no problems getting food - crumbs were left almost everywhere by children munching cookies they\'d been sent from home, if he was fast enough to get to them before a house elf decided to clean up - and he could squeeze into the tightest spots. This sparked an idea, and carefully, so he wouldn\'t wake the boy, Peter crept in under the covers to curl up against Ron\'s warm body, away from the chilly air in the room.

Peter thought that he couldn\'t have chosen a better family to hide with, and he was grateful that he had been handed down to Ron when he\'d started school. Ron was so nice to him. He was always caring, always petting and holding him, always loving. Not to mention that Ron was also so nice looking with that red mop of hair and the cutest little freckles all over his face. Well, all over his body really; Peter had often watched the boy shower and dress and undress and... Lately, Ron had begun touching himself, sticking his hand down into his pyjama pants and stroking. Slowly at first, as if in wonderment (Peter had to admit that it had been fantastic, those first experiences in his own young teens a revelation); then faster, more frantic, as he sought release. Peter shivered slightly at the memory of the sounds Ron made then, the heavy breathing, the moans that he tried to keep as silent as possible - it sounded so good.

Peter liked watching, but more than that, he liked touching, rubbing against warm skin. Warm, naked skin was infinitely better than a warm, pyjama-covered body, so without further ado, Peter clambered up on Ron\'s stomach and managed to squeeze his head in under the elastic waistband of the boy\'s pyjama pants. It felt a bit tight over his neck as the elastic was stretched, and for a moment, Peter felt a wave of panic. He was trapped! He was going to die! He was... He took an unsteady breath and pushed forward, trying not to scratch the pale skin of Ron\'s abdomen with his claws.

Pale skin, yes. Peter couldn\'t see anything in the darkness of Ron\'s pants, but he knew... Freckled and warm... Peter shivered with anticipation as he moved down a bit, then stopped to nuzzle the boy\'s flaccid penis. Oh yes, he thought, it smelled just as delicious as he had hoped - musky, a bit earthy, very much like Ron, only more so. He flicked his tongue out for a quick taste as well.

If moaning had been a natural sound for a rat, Peter would have done so now; as it was, he had to settle for a sigh. He didn\'t think a squeak would be suitable for the occasion. Peter continued to explore Ron\'s crotch, and while he did, the boy\'s body reacted to the soft touches of the little rat nose, the silky brush of fur against sensitive skin and erogenous zones.

Peter did give a small squeak when Ron\'s now hard prick twitched as he tried to manoeuvre around so that he could face the other way, towards Ron\'s head... both heads. He froze, his nose wiggling nervously. Had Ron woken up? Peter waited anxiously. When Ron didn\'t move and the boy\'s breathing didn\'t change, he relaxed again and slowly slid around, the fur of his stomach brushing against the hard shaft. Perhaps, Peter thought, he could just stay there a while, just rub against Ron? What harm was there in that?

Another small squeal was muffled by the covers when Peter straddled Ron\'s cock. His own rat shaped genitals were quite sensitive from arousal, and the pleasure that washed over him as he rubbed them against the hot flesh was incredible. Peter realised just how much he\'d missed this - intimacy, pleasure, sexual gratification - and it certainly wasn\'t a bad thing at all that the boy\'s prick was enormous in comparison to his own body. Quite the opposite, it was even more arousing, a size queen\'s dream. Peter began to breathe more rapidly, and his heart thumped so hard that he was almost afraid that Ron would be able to hear it.

As Peter came closer to his release, Ron made a sudden and violent movement, sitting up in the bed and squeaking loudly. If Peter hadn\'t been busy, he would have been proud of Ron for making such an excellent noise. As it was, he found himself caught by frantic hands that were scrabbling for him in the trousers, and fingers that closed around his body - too tightly at first, but then gentler as Ron recognised him.

\"Scabbers?\" Ron whispered a bit hoarsely, \"What are you doing?\"

A soft squeak was the only reply, and Ron lay back on the bed again with a thump, as the need and arousal caught up with his brain after the fear and surprise had settled. He was hard, he was horny... he had a rat in his pyjama pants. Ron put a hand over his face as ideas ran through his mind. He couldn\'t, could he? But he was horny, and Scabbers didn\'t seem to mind... and it wasn\'t his fault, the rat had started it! Yeah, that would go down well if anyone woke up and saw him, a part of his mind told him sarcastically. Ron bit his lip to keep silent when his pet rubbed its chin against the sensitive head of his cock. That was it. He might be damned for eternity, but he just couldn\'t hold still anymore, and rocked his hips slightly while holding the very cooperative Scabbers in place.

It was a weird feeling, the soft fur of the rat\'s belly against his hard cock, but also very good, and Ron\'s breath hitched as wave after wave of pleasure tingled its way through his body, tension coiling up in the pit of his stomach. He didn\'t last long, and whether that was because it had been some time since he\'d last masturbated or the intrinsic wrongness of the situation, Ron didn\'t know, but it took less than a minute before a low moan left his lips and sticky wetness left his prick. It smeared Scabbers\' fur as Ron continued to move him against his now softening flesh, until he was oversensitive and his body would have no more of it.

Ron let go of Peter and placed both hands over his face. He knew that no one had seen or heard anything, but he was ashamed of his actions anyway. Bloody puberty! he thought, and sighed. A soft, wet poke against his chin and a little ratty sound, which Ron had always found adorable, made him look up. He could just about make out the shape of Scabbers, standing on his chest and looking at him.

\"You don\'t hate me for this?\" Ron whispered, wondering why he was asking Scabbers when he knew that he wouldn\'t get an answer. It did feel better though when the rat nudged him with that tiny nose again as if in reply. \"It\'ll be our secret, ok?\"

Peter squeaked softly and curled up on Ron, waiting until he recognised all the signs of the boy having fallen asleep. Then he carefully moved onto the bed, and then the floor, where he changed shape, reclaiming his human form.

He looked at Ron with a smile on his thin face, still feeling a bit overwhelmed by the intensity of the earlier experience. He was still hard though, as he hadn\'t received the same kind of friction that brought release to the boy - the angle hadn\'t been quite right for that. But Peter didn\'t complain, it had been the world\'s best foreplay, and the thought of Ron\'s cock sliding against the entirety of his body made Peter\'s groin throb with need.

Peter\'s hand found its way down to his cock and the strokes were fast, hard and efficient; he just needed to come as soon as possible. When he did, it was with a soft sigh, careful not to wake Ron or his dorm mates. After taking a few moments to calm his breathing, Peter reached out to brush Ron\'s hair away from his face in a tender gesture.

\"I\'m a good pet to you, Ron, right?\" Peter whispered into the darkness of the room before once more taking on the form of Scabbers, Ron\'s special pet. And perhaps, he thought, he was even more special to Ron now.