FIC: Strawberries and Surprises

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FQF Entry Number Three from me. I’m on a role! This one’s hot, I promise you. Yummy, yummy hot sex. Third in my little Remus/Draco challenge series.

Challenge # 50. Draco's partner has the oddest fetish that he's ever heard of, but hesitantly goes along with, until it becomes one of his own.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Remus/Draco

Title: Strawberries and Surprises



“Our sex life is getting boring,” Draco drawled, rolling over in bed.

“Draco, our sex life has only existed for three weeks. How can it be boring?”

“We do the same bloody thing *every* night!” How could Lupin *not* see how boring that was?

“Am I that bad?” Lupin asked, propping himself up on one arm.

“You’re not *bad*, you’re just boring. We snog, you go down on me, you shag me. Occasionally we manage a different position. We really need to spice things up.”

“I’m actually rather happy with our sex life…”

“I’m not.” Draco wasn’t going to let this go. “Don’t you have any fantasies or anything?”

“Fantasies?”

“Yeah…you know. Fantasies. We can try role playing or something!”

“I’m not one for role playing…” Lupin shook his head.

“Have you ever tried it?”

“Yes.” The werewolf nodded. “I’ve tried it, and it was…awkward. I didn’t feel right. I want to make love to *you* Draco.”

“You would be,” Draco went on. “Just…with a little something extra. What sort of role playing did you try?” He was curious now. Lupin didn’t talk much about his past sexual experiences.

“Oh, well, that’s really not any of your business Draco…”

“Considering we’re naked in bed together, I’d say it is.”

“Point taken.” Lupin sighed. “Just generic scenarios. It was embarrassing, and I don’t like thinking about it.”

“Fine. No role-playing. Fetish’s?”

“No!”

“What? Just asking…” Draco rolled his eyes. Lupin was such a damn prude sometimes! “You *have* to have at least one…”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Draco rolled over on to of Lupin, pinning him down. Or at least making a show of it, Lupin was ten times stronger then he was. Especially so close to the full moon. “Tell me…”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” Lupin asked, lying meekly and allowing Draco to hold him down.

“So maybe we can try it…”

“I don’t think I’m quite as licentious as you,” Lupin said, with a small grin. “I fear my own petty fetish’s would leave you wanting.”

“Try me.”

“Fine. I…I enjoy…” Lupin was flushing slightly. Oh, this was going to be good! Prudish and proper Lupin had some kinky sex fantasy! “I enjoy food.”

“Food?” Draco had to have heard wrong. “That’s not a fetish, that’s a necessity for living! That’s something you do when you’re bored, not something to spice up your sex life!”

“You asked.” Lupin frowned slightly. “I’d appreciate it if you weren’t so snide about it.”

“Has anyone ever indulged this….’fetish’ of yours?” Draco asked, with a drawl.

“Yes.”

“Oh.” The world was full of all sorts, it seemed. “What did you do?”

“We licked whipped cream off of each other,” Lupin said. “It was quite arousing.”

“Whipped cream?”

“There were also strawberries involved. Believe me Draco, it’s far more sensual then you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking you’re mad.”

“I can tell. But don’t dismiss it until you’ve tried it,” Lupin said, leaning up to kiss him briefly. “You may enjoy it.”

“It’s *food*.”

“You asked what I enjoyed, and I told you. If you’re not interested, fine. Lie down so I can go down on you, hmm?” There was a slight twinkle in Lupin’s eyes, and Draco groaned. He’d try the stupid food thing, if only to add some variety to their sex life.

“Fine. Wait here.” He hopped off of the bed and grabbed a bathrobe. He supposed it was better then the usual. It wasn’t that Lupin was *bad*. He was actually pretty damn good, but Draco liked *variety*!

He headed down to the kitchens, his bathrobe wrapped tightly around him. He’d made a stupid effort not to piss people off the past week, and now instead of being openly hostile to him they ignored him.

“What are you doing up?”

“My business, not yours.” All right, so he didn’t make an effort with Tonks. He couldn’t stand the woman, really. She was loud and raucous and a complete freak of nature.

“Hungry?” she asked. She was sitting at the table, eating some sort of cold meat.

“No.” Draco began rummaging around for anything that he supposed would pass muster as a sex aide. “Do we have any whipped cream?”

“Uh…I don’t know. Why?”

“Still not any of your business.” Draco opened a cupboard. Why was nothing simple to find in this god awful house? “Strawberries?”

“Yeah…oh. God. Ew.”

“What?” Draco asked, straightening up. All that was in there was bread. He fixed an icy glare on Tonks, who was staring at him in a rather disgusted manner.

“I just…oh…god…”

“So eloquent.” Draco rolled his eyes. Aha, there were the strawberries. He grabbed the bowl and headed over to the ice chest.

“You’re a sick little boy, Malfoy. Remus is more then twice your age.”

“And that’s none of your concern, now is it?” he said, coldly. He bent to the ice chest, and rooted around until he found a small jar of what was supposedly whipped cream. Oh, and maybe the chocolate sauce would be good to.

“You’re really bringing him down, you know that don’t you?”

“It’s his fucking choice, *Nymphodora*.” He knew she hated that name.

“You watch yourself,’ she said, looking angry. “You don’t know anything about him! He’s lonely and he’s hurt, and you’re easy.”

“Lonely and hurt?” Draco laughed. “You’re off your rocker, woman.”

“That just shows that you don’t know a damn thing! Has he *ever* mentioned Sirius to you at all?”

“Black?” What the hell did Black have to do with anything. Oh yes, they’d been friends, hadn’t they? “No. Why would he?”

“I figured.” Tonks shook her head. “Just get out of here…”

Draco scoffed, and marched back upstairs-arms full of what he’d pilfered from the kitchens. He shoved the door open with his hip, and dumped it on the bed.

“Here,” he said, brushing his hair out of his face.

“Draco…” Lupin gave a small, soft smile as he looked at the assorted food goods. “Is everything all right?”

“It’s fine.” Draco slid off his robe and sat on the edge of the bed. “That freak was down there.”

“What have I told you about Tonks?”

“A hell of a lot more then you’ve told me about Black, apparently.” Draco just tossed it out there, curious to see Lupin’s reaction. He hadn’t expected the older man to clam up so tightly.

“Sirius is none of your concern.” Lupin spoke more harshly then Draco had ever heard him. What was *that* all about. “What made you say that?”

“Nothing…Tonks made some stupid comment is all, didn’t know you’d get so damn worked up over it.”

“Oh.” Lupin sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. He really needed to do something about that hair, there was far too much gray in it. “I’m sorry I spoke harshly, Draco.”

“You’d better be!”

“Draco…”

“Sorry.”

“I know. I haven’t snapped at you before, and I’m sorry.” Lupin put his hand on Draco’s thigh. “Sirius…is a delicate subject, that’s all.”

“Why?”

“We were lovers.”

“Oh.”

Draco didn’t know what to say to that. He felt…dirty in a way. And now Tonks’ comments made sense.

“She said you were using me because you were lonely.”

“What?” Lupin looked legitimately angry. “What did she say Draco, specifically?”

“Uh…she said you were lonely and hurt and I was easy, and that was the only reason we were together.”

“Draco, look at me.” Lupin placed a hand under his chin and forced him to look him in the eyes. “I am *not* using you. Sirius died over a year ago. I mourned, and I have moved on.”

“Okay…” It wasn’t *that* big a deal. Well, obviously it was to Lupin. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at her. She’s a bitch.”

“She…she speaks without thinking,” Lupin said. “That’s all.”

“Well, she needs to watch what she says.”

“She does.” Lupin nodded, and pulled Draco close to kiss him firmly. “Has she put you off?”

“No.” Draco shook his head. It took a lot to put him off. “Did she put *you* off?”

“Only for a moment.” Lupin chuckled against Draco’s lips. “Now let’s see what you found, hmm?”

***

The nerve of that girl! Remus was angry beyond words, but he certainly wasn’t going to let on to Draco.

He was not with Draco simply because he needed to get laid. He was fond of Draco, and he was growing more and more fond of him by the day. And yes, he did notice certain similarities between Draco and Sirius but that had been *after* they’d begun sleeping together.

“Whipped cream,” Draco was saying, handing Remus a small jar. “Strawberries and chocolate sauce. I have no idea what to do with them, you do it.”

“All right,” Remus said with a smile. He’d deal with Tonks later. “Lay down.”

Draco did as he was told, laying on his back. Remus opened the jar of chocolate sauce first, and dipped his finger in. He painted a think line down the center of Draco’s chest, feeling him squirm underneath him.

“Cold?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I’ll fix that…” he leaned down and ran his tongue over it, licking it up with practiced precision. He couldn’t have *too* much of it, not this close to his change. Another finger dipped in, then swirled around Draco’s hardening nipples. He lowered his mouth to each in turn, licking and sucking away all traces of the chocolate.

“Feels good…” Draco mumbled, and Remus chuckled. Of course it did.

“So will this.” He opened the whipped cream, and smeared a bit over Draco’s flat stomach. It was licked up quickly, Remus’ tongue snaking into the younger man’s navel. He felt him shudder again, hopefully with pleasure.

“Now, I *would* put some of this *here*,” Remus ran a finger over Draco’s hardening erection, “but you’re tired of me going down on you, so…”

“No! Try it…”

Well, Draco was warming up to this quite nicely. Remus grinned, and took a good amount of the sugary stuff, before coating Draco’s erection.

“Cold!”

“Just a moment.” Remus licked his fingers, before swallowing Draco’s shaft whole. He couldn’t be cold any longer. He sucked hard, his tongue wiping the confection that covered Draco’s erection. He was hard already.

‘Better…” Draco muttered, and Remus felt him twist and arch his hips, forcing himself deeper into Remus’ throat. He relaxed his muscles to take it in, but then released. He wanted to try something a little bit different.

“How daring are you feeling?” Remus asked, reaching for a strawberry.

“I dunno…”

“May I try something?”

“I guess…” Such enthusiasm. Remus scooted down on the bed and urged Draco’s legs apart and up. “What are you doing down there?”

“You’ll see.”

“No I won’t because I can’t see my own arse!”

“Just wait a moment.” Remus took the strawberry and licked it, enjoying the feel of it along his tongue. He wetted it, and pressed the pointed end against Draco’s tight opening.

“What…is that?”

“A strawberry,” Remus said, pushing it in a bit farther. “If you’d like me to stop, just tell me.”

“Uh…no. It’s fine. Weird.”

“I’d imagine.” Remus licked his lips, and plucked the green stem off of the fruit. Much better. He doubted he could push it in any farther, at least with any hopes of getting it comfortably out. He lowered his head, and placed his lips around the strawberry.

“Oh!”

Well, that was a good sound. He bit down, tearing the top off. Juices ran over his lips, his tongue, and Draco’s pale skin. Remus swallowed, and slipped his tongue in to wedge loose the rest of the fruit. Draco was squirming and whimpering, and Remus’ tongue found the small nub of his prostate. He ran his tongue over it, before drawing out what was left of the strawberry.

“Was that all right?” He asked, glancing up.

“Mng.” Was all Draco said. Deciding to forgo another strawberry, Remus returned his tongue to Draco’s entrance. He ran the tip around it, licking up all the strawberry juice that had spilled. He then returned his lips to his young lover’s erection, bringing him quickly to a rather intense orgasm.

“Is this more exciting than normal?” Remus asked, licking his lips.

“Yes.” Draco nodded. “Wont’ make fun of your food thing anymore.”

“Thank you. Here…let’s try something else.” Remus moved back up the bed and laid down. “Your turn.”

“Oh, fun.” He couldn’t tell if Draco was being sarcastic or not. The blond took the jar of chocolate, and smeared some over Remus’ erection. Soon his soft lips followed, licking and sucking and scraping. Oh, that was lovely. Remus didn’t think Draco had gone down on him before. He was right, it *was* the same every night. Not anymore.

“I don’t want to finish you this way,” Draco explained, as he pulled his mouth away. “here.”

He shifted, and then straddled Remus’ hips. “I’ve seen this in dirty magazines.” Draco explained, lowering himself over Remus’ erection. Oh that was *wonderful*. Remus had never done it this way before-his partners had all been much larger then him.

Draco was tight and hot around him, and he was still slick from saliva and chocolate sauce. He gasped, and held Draco’s hips tightly as he moved over him.

It was over far too soon. Far, far too soon. But the mind shattering orgasm was enough to excuse that, Remus decided. Oh yes. Quite worth it.

“I’m a mess now,” Draco said, as he climbed off of Remus. “I’m sticky.”

“Yes, that happens.” Remus agreed. “Would you like to take a bath before bed?” He already knew the answer to that. Draco had a slight obsession with bathing.

“Yes.” Draco hopped off of the bed and darted into the bathroom.

“I’ll be in in a moment,” Remus called, cleaning up the bed. Thankfully Draco didn’t seem too affected by Remus’ earlier revelation. They would have to talk about Sirius at some point, but not now. Later. When Remus knew the words to say, and was comfortable enough to *say* them.

For now, he’d just hope that Draco would want to do that again!

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