Punishment

Title: Punishment
Author: Participant #026 Pansy Plumm AKA Irana
Gift For: Participant #041 Sultana Tress
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Rating: Filth, filth and more filth
Warnings: Sheer PWP; D/s overtones, spanking, rimming, wand play, fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk
Disclaimer: Don't sue me. I'm just playing with them, getting them dirty. I'll wash them off before I return them. Really.
Word count: 3659
Summary: Harry wants Remus, and he gets him.
A/N: Written for the 2007 fic exchange. The request was: I'd love to see Remus/Harry with Remus using sex as a pseudo-punishment to keep Harry in line. It would be particularly fun if turned out Harry was the one manipulating the situation so he could be 'punished.' Student/teacher would be wonderful, and so would lots of dirty talk. Remus matter-of-factly describing dirty things would be especially hot. AU is fine but not required; I just like alpha!Remus and a lovely, sassy Harry Darling Sultana, as you can see from the warnings, the boys did as they liked. I was powerless to do much besides watch. Thank you to my darling S for the speedy beta.

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The first time Remus spanked Harry he'd felt a confusing mix of satisfaction, pleasure and guilt for days. The satisfaction had come from his wolf; it had felt he was putting a younger pack member in its place. The pleasure was what made him feel guilty; the soft skin of Harry's arse had felt delicious under his bare hand, and the way his handprints had shown against it had made him hard in his trousers, hard enough that he'd had to go and take care of it even before he'd dismissed Harry. He'd left under the pretense of allowing Harry to get dressed, gone into the loo, silenced it and wanked fast and furiously to the images of Harry's arse and the memory of his hand against it.

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The first time Harry got Remus to spank him, he'd almost given up hope that this stupid plan would ever work. He was seventeen now, fully an adult, but he couldn't seem to make Remus see him as anything more than Sirius' godson and James and Lily's son. It had been quite by accident that he'd hit upon his idea; he'd found a bunch of photos in Grimmauld Place in Sirius old room.
In one of them, Sirius had been bent over a chair, legs spread, with Remus behind him, striking his arse with some odd sort of short, soft looking whip with a lot of tails. He'd found out later it was called a flogger, but what had stuck in his memory was the look of pleasurable pain on Sirius' face and the lust in Remus'. Not to mention the hard on Harry had gotten every time he thought about that photo.
He'd filled Ron and Hermione both in on his plan once he'd thought of it. He would do things that he knew pushed Remus' patience, things that would challenge his wolf's authority, and hopefully that would be enough to make Remus spank him. Eventually, he reckoned Remus would realize he got off on it, but maybe then Remus would stop treating him like a child and start treating him like a man.
He'd been carrying out his plan for a month before Remus finally snapped four days before the full moon and spanked him, and although he hadn't done anything like what he'd done in those photos to Sirius when he spanked Harry, Harry had found it very enjoyable. He'd been glad that Remus had left him alone to dress, as he'd managed to pull on his pants, trousers and robes in time to conceal the rather uncomfortable erection he'd had. He'd fled as fast as possible then and wanked himself into one of the strongest orgasms he could ever remember in his young life.
It had been nearly a month since then, and Harry was more than ready for more. Maybe this time, Remus would do a bit more than spank him.

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Harry put his plan into action immediately by making it a point to be late to every single one of his classes that day, glad that Potions wasn't one of them. He was trying to raise Remus' ire, not Snape's and frankly, he knew far too much about the sort of punishment he was likely to garner from the Potions master, and it wasn't one he wanted.
By the time DADA rolled around – it was Harry's last class of the day – Remus had already heard about his behavior and was a little incensed that Harry had been deliberately late to his class as well. He gave Harry a look that clearly spelled discipline when he walked into the class room, but said only, "Detention after class Mr. Potter. And five points from Gryffindor."
He never saw Harry duck his head and grin.
Throughout class Harry did little things to further Remus' ire – not paying attention, talking in class, drawing when he should have been taking notes – though Remus never took points for it. No, he had decided that Harry deserved another spanking, a harder one than the last, and he would take every infraction from his skin. It never occurred to him that he was thinking more as an alpha wolf keeping his beta in its place; it simply seemed the best solution. It had calmed Harry down for this long since the last time after all, there was no reason it wouldn't work again, and everyone knew betas had to be reminded of their place every so often.
At the end of class when everyone stood to leave, Remus simply looked at Harry in a way that dared him to move. Harry didn't of course, since he was right where he wanted to be. Or nearly, anyway.
Remus gave Harry a tight smile once the last student had left the classroom and stood. "Follow me, Harry," he said, dropping the 'Mr. Potter' and letting Harry know he was in for it.
Harry just managed to control his shiver. Wouldn't do to give the game away just yet, now would it? He followed Remus submissively from the classroom, through Remus’ office and back to his private quarters, stepped inside and waited for Remus to speak.
"I'm not quite sure just what’s gotten into you lately Harry, but this behaviour is unacceptable. You will remove your robes, shoes, socks, trousers, pants and unbutton your shirt." He pointed to the desk in the corner and continued. "I want you to go to the desk once you’ve done that, place you hands on either side and bend over. Is that clear?" he asked.
Harry nodded. He didn’t dare speak, not with the way his heart was thundering. He was beginning to think this might have been a bad idea. Remus didn't seem the least bit aroused, just hacked off. That wasn't the plan at all.

Remus was silent while Harry did as he was told. He managed to hold on to his impassivity until Harry leaned forward to grip the edges of the desk. He'd widened his legs so he could balance – shirt rucked up around his waist – and Remus felt his cock twitch as the firm cheeks of Harry's arse fell slightly apart and he got a good look at Harry's balls hanging between his legs. He lifted his eyes and stifled a groan at the shadowed cleft, everything in him wanting to prise Harry's cheeks open further so he could look his fill at what he knew lay hidden there.

He debated the wisdom of spanking Harry this way for several longs minutes; minutes during which Harry quivered with tension as he waited for the first blow. Remus knew himself – his desires – well enough to realize that if he did punish Harry in this position, punishment wouldn't be all Harry got. He'd very likely end up with Remus' cock buried balls deep in his arse and he was positive Harry was still a virgin. He didn't doubt the boy had played around some, but…

Remus' thoughts derailed as Harry shifted his hips from side to side to accommodate his position before he settled more fully across the desk. Remus found himself licking his lips and moving toward Harry, cock half hard in his trousers, the only thought in his mind to take what was on display before him. He was standing beside Harry before he knew it, his hand trialing lightly down Harry's spine, fingers brushing lovingly over the curves of his arse down to his leg and back up his inner thigh. He caught himself just as he was about to slide his fingers through that enticing cleft and pulled his hand away.

"R-Remus…" Harry whimpered, not even certain what he'd been about to say. The feel of Remus' hand on him had shocked him into awareness, and he felt the hope that this might all work out as he wanted it to after all slide up and down his spine like an electric current.

Remus heard the husky whisper and sucked in a ragged breath. If his touching Harry had accomplished anything at all, it was to force Remus to acknowledge that Harry was no longer a boy but a grown man. He'd known it in the back of his mind, known it deep down where he hid his heart; he simply hadn't been prepared to accept it. After all, Harry had destroyed Voldemort mere months ago and had taken to having his life be his own with a vengeance.

He'd told the Dursleys off, bought himself a smaller place than Grimmauld despite objections, refurbished his wardrobe with clothing that not only fit properly, but flattered him and begun dating. Harry was a student yes, one he was about to discipline, however he was also an adult, and strong enough to keep Remus from doing anything untoward. Harry was a man who knew what he wanted just as clearly as he knew what he didn't.

Having so reassured himself, Remus fetched the small paddle he kept in his box of toys and turned back to Harry. He could feel the desire thrumming in his body, the awareness and expectation humming through his wolf, and knew with certainty that whatever happened now, it would be more than a teacher disciplining his student. For the life of him, he couldn't bring himself to stop it before it began, before he saw where it went. He wanted Harry, he knew that. This would give him the chance to find out if Harry wanted him as well.

Harry was damn near hyperventilating he was so excited. He didn't know why exactly, but he was positive that things would be different this time, that this time Remus would play with him the way he'd played with Sirius. Maybe he'd finger him, or maybe he would rim him. He felt his cock twitch at the very idea of that and just managed to still his moan before it left his lips.

He gasped when he felt something cool and hard slide over the sensitive skin of his arse and he wanted to push back against it, it felt so good. But he didn't. He didn't want Remus to stop before he got started and he wanted to have this, wanted to know what it felt like, so he held as still as he could. He wondered if Remus was hard, or if he was getting there. He wondered what it would feel like if Remus decided to fuck him and his cock twitched and lengthened a bit more.

Harry had never let anyone fuck him. He'd topped a few times, enough to know he liked it, but he hadn't trusted any of his partners enough to bottom for them. He hadn't felt safe as ridiculous as it sounded, and he felt safe with Remus. He knew Remus wouldn't hurt him no matter what he did to him and he was rather hoping Remus would be his first that way.

Remus enjoyed the contrast of the polished wood against the creamy smoothness of Harry's skin and remembered the delightful way that skin had reddened the last time he'd touched it. He abandoned the paddle, deciding he'd rather do this with his bare hand, and set it on the desk nearby.

"You are not to move Harry," he commanded. "Is that understood?"

Harry nodded, and then gasped in surprise as the first blow landed against his bare backside. The blow stung and he understood he was meant to answer. "Yes, Sir," he managed as he tensed for the next blow.

"You will count after each blow. If you fail to count, you will add to your punishment," Remus continued. He debated giving Harry a safe word, but he had no intention of taking things quite that far, so he decided against it. Besides, that was something that he needed to discuss with Harry before they played games of that sort, providing Harry was interested.

"Yes, Sir," Harry said promptly. This was killing him – the waiting – his flesh cooling from the only blow he'd received. He wanted more, wanted to feel the sharp prick of pain and the arousing tingling as the warmth set in. He wanted to feel the heat settle in his balls, pool in his cock, wanted Remus to make him come. He cried out as Remus landed the next blow, and just managed to call out 'One' before the next one struck.

Remus smothered a groan at the feel of Harry's flesh under his palm, licking his lips as his handprint bloomed against that skin. The sound of Harry's voice as he counted ratcheted Remus' desire higher and he rained down five more blows in quick succession. Slowly, he smoothed his hand over Harry's rosy cheeks, allowing his fingers to dip slightly into the cleft, watching Harry carefully for his reactions. His heart leapt and his full cock leaked as he noticed the way Harry's body seemed to arch into the gentle touch on his arse.

Remus brought his hand to his lips and sucked on his middle finger, then stepped between Harry's legs to spread them wider, opening Harry completely to his eyes. He trailed the wet finger along the cleft, circling the tiny pucker and growled low in his throat when Harry whimpered. At that sign of Harry's willingness, he stepped completely away and pulled off his robes, removing his shoes, socks and vest before he unbuttoned his shirt.

Harry nearly cried at the loss of sensation. He wanted that finger back, wanted more, wanted something, and the idea that Remus might leave him like this – hard and leaking and needy – was almost enough to make him beg. Instead, he shifted his body along the desk and pushed his arse out towards Remus, hoping the picture he made would draw Remus back to him.

Remus growled when he saw that and bent down to whisper in Harry's ear, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were enjoying this. You look delicious this way, did you know? Arse spread open, begging me to take it." He used his right hand to push Harry's shirt up to his neck, then slowly slid it along his skin to caress his arse before he brushed his fingers over Harry's arsehole.

Harry moaned. The words, the tone of Remus' voice, the feel of his fingers there all combined into the most debilitating shock of pleasure Harry had ever felt. He groaned as Remus straightened enough to deliver another solid smack to his arse and forgot to count, causing Remus to chuckle darkly.

"Tsk tsk, Harry. You forgot to count. Whatever shall I do with you?"

"Anything you want," Harry panted, wanting it too badly to care how he sounded.

A fresh surge of lust hit Remus right in the balls, and he shifted behind Harry, falling to his knees. "I do believe more punishment is in order," he decided. He called his wand and conjured a cock ring at the base of Harry's prick; arousal surging to new heights as he realized it was leaking Harry was so excited. He flipped his wand in his hand and trailed the handle along Harry's perineum, dragging it slowly over the twitching flesh beneath it, pushing gently at the entrance enough to tease but not enough to penetrate.

"Do you like that Harry?" he asked as Harry made the most delicious sound as the cool wood played over his sensitive flesh. Harry didn't answer, but Remus decided to let it slide. He was almost certain Harry had reached the point where he was beginning to drown in sensation. The begging would come soon enough. He continued to tease Harry with the wand, drawing it up and down Harry's cleft, occasionally pushing at Harry's hole.

Harry was dying. This was more than he'd imagined, better than he'd hoped it would be and he decided immediately he would do things to be punished as often as possible if this was the form his punishment would take. He moaned as the wand lifted from his skin, only to return slick as it pushed insistently at his arse. He was glad he'd been playing with his arse then, forcing himself to relax and groaning throatily in pleasure as he felt it beginning to slide inside him. "More," he pleaded, unaware he was even speaking, and his breath hitched as he felt it push farther inside him.

Remus couldn't resist; he leaned forward and licked at Harry's skin where it stretched around the hilt of his wand. The sight of his wand sinking into Harry's arse made his cock throb insistently in his trousers with the need to be where his wand was. He pulled his wand out and replaced it with his tongue, growling possessively as he got his first taste of Harry there. Harry keened as he fucked him with the flexible muscle; long teasing thrusts alternating with short stabbing ones, and Remus gloried in the needy, begging sounds escaping Harry's lips, the wolf inside him howling in triumph.

Harry was overwhelmed with sensation and need. He was aware he was talking, begging Remus to let him come and he sobbed when Remus lifted his head to remind him he was being punished and declared that Harry would come only when it pleased Remus to let him. The delicious torture went on for what seemed like forever as Harry's fingers whitened in his effort to keep his grip on the desk.

Remus pulled away from his treat, wanting more, and hauled Harry away from the desk. He pushed the other man to his knees and pulled his cock free from his trousers. "Suck. It, Harry," he demanded, the tip leaking more as Remus imagined that lovely mouth wrapped around him.

Harry eyed the sticky, bulbous head before leaning forward and sliding his tongue over it, sighing as he got his first proper taste. He sucked the head completely inside his mouth, enjoying the feel of it pulling his lips taut, and then took a few inches into his mouth, laving it with his tongue.

Remus groaned. Harry had a mouth made for sin, and if he allowed him to do this for much longer, this would be over before he wanted it to be. "Such a wicked mouth, Harry," he murmured. "You look so good like that, mouth wrapped around my cock, cheeks hollowed." He thrust forward experimentally and his eyes rolled as Harry just took it. "Such a perfect little cocksucker," he groaned. "So greedy."

It was getting to be too much, too good, and he didn't want Harry to close up on him, so he fisted a hand in Harry's hair and pulled him away. "As perfect as that mouth is, I'd rather have my cock in that sweet arse of yours," he growled. "Would you like that Harry?"

Harry didn't answer; his vocal cords wouldn't cooperate around the lump of need closing his throat. Instead, he turned around and presented his arse to Remus, leaning on his crossed arms on the floor, legs spread as wide as he could comfortably place them.

Remus took that for the invitation it was and crawled between Harry's legs, bending to lap at him once more. He conjured lube for his fingers and slowly pushed one inside the velvet heat of Harry's body. "So tight. You haven't done this before, have you?" he asked, and waited until Harry answered, holding his finger still inside him.

"Just fingers," Harry finally managed. "Wanted to wait, wanted it to be you."

Everything in Remus flared possessively at that and he rotated his finger, stretching Harry enough to add another. "Mine," he growled as he added a third, thrusting deep and hard and a feral grin crossed his face as he brushed over Harry's prostate. "Once I take you Harry, you're mine. You'll belong to me and I will not share."

"Yes," Harry hissed as he pushed back on the invading digits. "Please."

The tooth clenching tightness was driving Remus insane and he pulled his fingers free to coat his cock with the lube still slicking his fingers, mixing it with the large amount of pre-come already adorning the shaft. He placed the purple head against Harry's opening and pushed in one long, slow slide until he was sheathed completely, gasping for breath as the ridiculously tight passage closed around him.

He took several long moments to savour the feeling, then pulled out and pushed back in, keeping his pace slow at first, but quickening his thrusts as Harry begged, the needy, wanting sounds driving him closer to the edge until he was pushing in hard and fast, over and over. When Harry shifted so he slid deeper, he groaned and slammed into Harry once, twice, then bit down on Harry's shoulder as he flooded Harry's arse with his come, branding him, claiming him as his own.

He pulled out slowly and flipped Harry onto his back, ducking his head and whispering the charm to release the cock ring, swallowing Harry down as his balls finally released a flood of semen. Harry went limp beneath him and he smirked as he realized Harry had blacked out.

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When Harry came to, he was cradled in Remus' arms under comfortable blankets and he snuggled closer to the warm body holding him. "That was brilliant," he murmured. He kissed the skin closest to him and sighed in contentment.

"You enjoyed that far too much," Remus commented lightly. "Was that what you've been after all this time?"

"Umhmm," Harry murmured. "Was beginning to think it wasn't working," he confessed. "Glad I didn't give up."

"You could have said something Harry," Remus replied.

"You wouldn't have taken me seriously," Harry said immediately. "But you wolf would, so I played to it."

"You sneaky little…"

Harry shut him up with a well-placed kiss. "Got us what we both wanted though, didn't it?"

As Remus pulled him in for another kiss he couldn't help but agree.

~ Fin ~