Motionless

Title: Motionless
Rating: NC18
Pairing: Remus/doll, Remus/Harry
Kink(s): Agalmatophilia – sexual attraction to statues, frottage
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2006 challenge – Response # 5
Notes: Because it's a kink that fascinates me, and really, if it were completely possible anywhere, it would be in the HP verse.
Beta: The lovely celticangel76.
Word Count: 1007

Remus flushed so badly he turned nearly purple when Harry caught him with the anatomically correct male doll. It was a kink he'd never told Harry about because he hadn't even been able to explain it to himself without feeling like he was a dirty old man. Since there were times – usually only in public – when Remus felt every bit the depraved man he was accused of being, having Harry find him this way only reinforced that feeling. At least he did until Harry began asking questions.

They weren't the sorts of questions he'd expected at all. Instead of 'What the hell are you doing?' the first thing Harry had asked was "What does that feel like?' After gaping in shock at Harry for long moments like a madman with no recognition of anything surrounding him, Remus had finally swallowed and shook off the fear that had frozen him when he'd looked up and seen Harry standing there watching him.

The wolf in him gloated about having chosen the perfect mate while the man in him felt only relief that his lover wasn't running screaming in disgust. Sliding slowly from the doll and ignoring the slick, smooth feel of the magically warmed mannequin underneath him, Remus stood with as much dignity as possible given the situation.

"Well, it's… it's sort of exciting," he finally managed to murmur.

"Why?" Harry asked curiously, stepping into the room.

Remus blinked. Why did he find it so erotic to frot himself against an inanimate object? "Because," he began slowly, "in my mind it's a bit like having someone completely under my control, unable to do anything but feel what I'm doing to them."

Moving over to sit on the bed, Harry looked at Remus, curiosity still unsatisfied. "If you wanted to play bondage games, why didn't you just ask?"

"It's not the same thing. Even if I tied you… my partner… down, they would still be capable of moving, or squirming or thrusting when I don't want them to." He wondered what Harry was thinking, if he was beginning to regret putting up with the myriad kinks Remus knew he had.

Finally Harry spoke. "A modified version of Petrificous might work, don't you think?"

Remus blinked, then blinked again. He had never thought of that. But then… "Even so, how would you suggest I go about asking? I can see it now; 'Harry, I want to cast Petrificous on you and make love to you.' Somehow Harry, I can't imagine that would have gone over well at all."

Harry arched a brow at him and smirked in a way Remus knew he'd learned from Malfoy. "Have I ever said no to anything you wanted to try?"

Remus shook his head. Not once had Harry ever balked at anything Remus had suggested they do, his curiosity and subsequent delight in what they did only causing Remus' orgasms to be more intense that he'd ever managed with anyone else.

"So when do you want to try it?" Harry asked before Remus could verbally respond, leaving Remus gaping in an unattractive manner. Harry grinned. He loved sex with Remus, loved everything about Remus in fact.

"You want to… you want me to… you want to do this?" Remus asked, stumbling over his words.

Harry nodded, his grin widening. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself, and if you want to do this, why not do it with a flesh and blood person rather than whatever that thing is made from?"

Remus couldn't fault the logic in that, and he had to admit he liked the idea. His prick twitched approvingly, making its enthusiastic agreement known.

Harry, catching the motion, grinned and shoved the doll off the bed. "So now then?" he asked, stripping hurriedly out his clothes.

Remus gulped as Harry lay down on the bed on his back, spread eagled, and lubed his fingers with a muttered spell. He gasped as those same fingers pushed into the arse he loved being inside of and watched as Harry stretched himself open.

"I'm going to cast the charm now Remus," Harry said. "I won't be able to move voluntarily, but you'll be able to move me about the way you want me. Ready?"

Shockingly aroused, Remus could only nod and gasp as Harry whispered the words to the modified spell with himself as the focus. Remus could see the muscles stiffening slowly, but realized Harry's body did not have the normal rigidity of the Petrificous spell. Harry's eyes were the only thing he seemed to have control over as they pled with Remus to get on with it.

Hands shaking, he reached out and traced them gently, slowly, over Harry's calves, sliding up his inner thighs and slowly over his cock, warm and full and hard. He slid between Harry's parted legs and lowered his head to lick and kiss at the skin of Harry's neck, his hips undulating slowly above Harry's. The very idea that this was Harry, Harry lying underneath him still as a statue, Harry giving him control in a way he hadn't been able to ask for it, Harry loving him enough to indulge him in this and suddenly Remus' hips were moving much faster. Cock against cock and Remus could feel his breath come shorter, his heart pound and he shifted so that he could gain the maximum amount of pressure, pushing down hard and fast, over and over, until suddenly he was coming a flood over Harry's stomach.

It was all he could do to drag himself off of Harry and whisper Finite, and when he did Harry's body convulsed and sperm sprayed from his cock. Remus blinked in surprise, jaw dropping.

"Harry?" he asked.

"Remus, you've got to try this. It was… it was… I could feel it, but I couldn't move… and then… the sensation… it just got better… and intense… and bloody hell, Remus it was fantastic."

Remus smiled slowly as he leaned forward and began to lick Harry clean. "Next time, I'll be the statue."