FQF Fic Entry

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Title: Lines of Communication

Author: Lady Feylene

Disclaimer: Characters and whatnot still not mine. Still not getting paid.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Remus/Draco

Summary: Challenge 47. Male Character A doesn't want to sleep with Draco's masks any longer. He forces Draco to break completely before giving him what he wants. Continuation of my Remus/Draco series that began in ‘Failings of Monsters and Man’.

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This was not the way it was going to be. Remus allowed Draco a few hours to himself, making excuses as to why he wasn’t at dinner. It really didn’t seem as though anyone was too worried. He half wished Severus were still around, if only so he could discuss the situation with him.

Something was wrong. Draco was too emotionally distant. There was some reason he was holding back, some reason he wouldn’t open up. But what that reason was…

//I’ll speak to him tonight.// That was all Remus could do, really. He ate his dinner in silence, no paying much attention to the conversations going on around him. He cleaned his place, and excused himself.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like some coffee, Remus?” Molly asked him, frowning slightly.

“No thank you.” Coffee would *not* be a good idea so close to his change. The full moon was coming on quickly, and he’d discovered that caffeine agitated the transformation.

“You never have coffee after dinner anymore…” she went on. “It’s not healthy, Remus…”

“Molly, it’s the wrong time of the month,” he said with a warm smile. “Believe me, in a few days I’ll have drunk every drop of coffee in this house.”

“Oh dear, that’s right! Your time’s coming up, isn’t it. I’ve been so busy it flew right out of my head!”

“Not to worry,” Remus assured her. “As long as Severus hasn’t forgotten-which he hasn’t-we’re fine.”

“What…what will you do?” Molly asked, hesitantly.

“Pardon?” Remus didn’t quite understand. He’d do what he always did. Change, and spend the night…in…his…room. Oh dear. “I…I’m not sure, actually. That didn’t even occur to me…”

“Mmm. I’d imagine,” Molly said, tersely. “You’ll have to come up with something.”

“And we will.” This was beginning to bother him. He noticed that the rest of the kitchen had gone silent. They were listening. They were listening! Why was it any of their business?

“Maybe if he wasn’t so used to sleeping in your room…”

“That is enough!” Remus wasn’t going to take it any more. He had had enough of it. “I am sick and tired all of your thinly-veiled hints, your comments, your looks! There are *vastly* more important things to be concerned over then who I share my bed with. It is my life, I will do as I please with it. He is of a legal age and more then willing!”

“Remus Lupin!” Molly exclaimed. “This is *not* the sort of talk to…”

“It has to be said!” He wasn’t going to just let this go. “And I’m going to be the one to bring it out into the open. It is my life. It is my choice. I will bugger him in wolf form if I damn well feel like it and you had all better grow up and focus on what’s important! Good night.”

He wasn’t going to allow them to retaliate. He had said his piece. There was a *war* going on, for the love of Merlin.

What did they expect him to do? Spend the rest of his life mourning a man he’d lost twice in one lifetime? He’d moved on the first time, he was moving on now. That was what was healthy.

He wondered if it wasn’t so much Draco’s age, as his identity. Had he chosen to begin a relationship with say…oh, say Hermione. Would there be this same reaction? Or would they be so pleased that he’d found someone so sweet, and kind and clever?

It didn’t matter. He’d dealt with it, and he hoped to Merlin that that stilled any more vocal protestations.

Draco was already in bed. Remus couldn’t tell if he was asleep, or simply lying there. He was quiet anyway, closing the door softly and padding to the bathroom. He changed into a clean nightshirt, and entered the dim room.

“Draco?” he called, softly.

“What?”

“I weren’t sure if you were asleep or not.” Remus slipped into bed, the lamp on the bedside table casting an eerie light over the bed and it’s occupants.

“No.”

“You missed dinner.”

“I know.”

“Yes, of course.” He didn’t seem much like talking. Oh well, Remus was on a roll. “Can we please talk?”

“No.”

“Draco…”

‘There’s nothing to talk about!” Draco snapped, turning so his back was too Remus.

“Actually there is…” They really needed to figure out what was going to happen when Remus transformed.

“No!” Draco twisted around, eyes flashing. “I know what you’re going to say!”

“Oh?” This was going to be good. “Please, go on…”

“You’re going to start asking me ‘why don’t you feel, Draco?’ That *always* comes up. ‘You’re so *distant* Draco, why?’ I just am! You all expect me to break down and start crying about how…how my father abused me, or ignored me, or pushed me or conditioned me or something. Or how I was never shown love or affection from my parents, or how I was really very miserable my whole life and now I’m dead inside. I hate to disappoint you, but none of it’s true.”

Where had *this* come from?

“This is just how I am,” Draco continued. “It’s not that I don’t *feel*, I just don’t feel anything for *you*. Or at least nothing worth discussing.”

“I see…”

“I’m not done yet! I’m not an emotional person. I wasn’t ‘made’ to be like this, I just am. I have feelings. I get happy, I get sad, I like things, I hate things. I’m not going to go around *talking* about it. And I’m not going to have any worthwhile feelings for someone after a handful of weeks. So I’m sorry to dash al your hopes of ‘drawing me out of my shell’ but you’re just going to have to deal with me as I am.”

“Are you done yet?”

“Almost. I don’t pretend to be anything I’m not, Lupin. And no, I don’t call you Lupin to distance myself from you, I call you Lupin because I don’t care enough to use your first name. It’s stupid anyway. So you can stop telling people what a poor, maladjusted child I am because I’m perfectly well adjusted and happy with who I am. *Now* I’m done.”

“Thank you,” Remus said. “As I was going to say before you cut me off, the full moon is in a few nights.”

“Excuse me?”

“The full moon. When I transform. It’s in a few nights. What are you going to do that night?” Helpful as Draco’s little speech had been, it was actually highly irrelevant.

“Oh. I don’t know.”

“I’m not dangerous,” Remus told him. “You can stay here, if you’d like…”

“No. Do you think Professor Snape would stay over that night and keep me company?”

“You can ask him,” Remus said. That would probably be the best idea. “I’m sure he will. Now…what was all of that about?”

“If you still need an explanation, you’re stupider then I’d thought.”

“I was just wondering what brought it on, that’s all.” Other then the fact that Remus tried to discuss their relationship earlier.

“It always happens. Whenever I’m with someone it comes up. I don’t get attached very easy. Everyone thinks there’s some deeper meaning for it.”

“Well…I’ll admit the thought had crossed my mind.”

“I’m not troubled. I just…it’s been three weeks, for Merlin’s sake! A serious relationship doesn’t happen in three weeks!”

“I see.” Remus sighed. Well, now the age difference became a problem. “That’s not exactly how I see it, Draco.”

“Oh lord…”

“Hear me out…” Remus went on. “I…I am much older then you, Draco.”

“How does that work, anyway?” he intereuped.

“Pardon?”

“You’re not human. How does that work?”

“Er…not that much different. Werewolves do have a slightly longer lifespan then humans, but not by too much.”

“What’s not too much?”

“I…I don’t know exactly. Can we please stay on track here? As I was saying…I am much older then you. For me…I’m not the sort that enters into a relationship unless it’s going to be serious. I don’t have the time or the strength not to.”

“Can I remind you I said from the start I didn’t want anything serious?” Draco asked.

“I know…but…this is becoming rather intense.”

“Not too much…” He was uncomfortable. Remus could smell it. There was more going on then Draco would admit.

“If you didn’t have some sort of feeling for me, you wouldn’t still be with me. It’s too much of a hassle to keep this relationship going.”

“Can we not talk about this?” Draco turned over again.

“Why not? What is the problem Draco? Why don’t you want to talk to me?”

“I don’t like to, all right!”

“Why not?” Remus wasn’t going to let this go.

“I just don’t! Not everyone is born with the desire to discuss every little feeling they have. I’m not like that!”

“All right.” Remus sighed. He wasn’t getting anywhere this way. He’d have to try another tactic. “Are you tired?”

“Yes.”

“How tired…” He slid a hand over Draco’s waist, laying it on his hip. He let his fingers trace lazy circles over the place where his thigh met his hip, and kissed the back of his neck.

“Not *that* tired…”

“Oh, really?” He let his hand slip downwards, running his fingertips over Draco’s slowly-growing erection.

“Mmmm….”

Remus chuckled, kissing along Draco’s shoulder. He wasn’t in any hurry tonight. He coaxed the younger man to full arousal, his own body responding as Draco pressed himself firmly along his body.

“We could probably do it like this,” Draco said, moving his backside against Remus’ erection.

“We probably could,” Remus agreed. Draco reached around and brought his other hand around, bringing it to his lips. Remus sighed as his lover drew his fingers into his mouth, sucking on each in turn.

“I don’t really want to move, so I think we ought to try it.”

“All right.” Remus took his fingers away and began gently massaging Draco’s entrance. He kept his movements on the boy’s erection slow and steady. He knew that drove him crazy.

“Faster…” Draco urged.

“Faster?”

“Please…”

“Tell me why you’re with me…”

“Don’t do this.”

Remus squeezed gently, one finger slipping inside. “Tell me Draco…”

“Don’t!”

“I just want to know if I should be putting as much effort into this as I have been…” he twisted his finger, knuckle scraping against Draco’s prostate.

“Later…”

“Later?” A second finger.

“Please? I…I can’t talk when you’re doing that to me…”

“Can you answer simple yes or no questions?” Slightly faster along his erection.

“Maybe…”

“ALl right.” Remus ran his tongue over Draco’s shoulder. “Do you care about me Draco? At all?”

“Mng…” That wasn’t a good answer. “Maybe…”

“Maybe?” Fingertips found his prostate, rubbing it mercilessly.

“Yes!”

“Yes maybe, or yes you have feelings for me?”

“Mnrg…”

What was it that Severus had said about Draco being stubborn? Remus twisted his hand, his thumb facing the base of Draco’s shaft. He squeezed tightly, his fingers working as a make-shift cock ring. His pinky finger quested upwards, tracing the sensitive ridge of flesh where the stalk of Draco’s shaft met the head.

“You’re not answering very well.” That was painful. It strained his little finger.

“Mph.”

“Yes or no?” He knew there was a spot…Draco had to be nearly there. He could feel how tight it was., and by the way he was writing…

“Yes!” Draco snapped, sweating profusely now. “Yes, all right? Fine…please…let me…”

“All right.” Remus released his fingers, and felt Draco jerk and shudder against him as he climaxed. He fell limply onto the bed, drained.

“You’re a bastard,” Draco muttered.

“And you never properly answered my question…” Remus went on, finishing preparing Draco and spreading him for easier entrance.

“Did too…” Draco grunted.

“No…” Remus held his hips and moved slowly. “What were you saying yes to?”

“Your question…how can you…talk so easily?”

“Control,” Remus said, closing his eyes. He increased his pace, deciding to let things go for the moment. He understood what Draco was trying to tell him, he wouldn’t torment him anymore. He clutched Draco’s hips tightly, busying himself again and again into the younger man’s body, until he found his peak with a soft moan.

“I won’t bring it up again,” Remus said, cleaning them up and drawing Draco up against him.

“Thank you!”

“Unless I feel I need to…”

“You won’t.”

“I’m sure I will,” Remus said, chuckling softly.

“I hate you.”

“We’ve established this.” Remus kissed him gently and settled in. “Good night Draco.”

“Good night. Remus.”

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