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Fic: Scent, HP, Harry/Remus.
So I come back from a month in internet exile, bearing fic.
Title: Scent
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Remus, mention of Ron/Hermione.
Rating: NC-17 (Shameless PWP)
Word count: 1722 words.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and her publishers. I'm making no money.
This fic was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
salixbabylon, who went above and beyond her beta duties while I was working on my Percy Ficathon fic, and basically cheered me through it. She requested Harry/Remus, with a Virgin!Harry and something to do with Remus' sense of smell.
"You need to get laid."
Harry turned his head in Remus' direction so fast that Remus was sure he'd given himself whiplash.
"Whaaaat?" he spluttered.
"You need to get laid. Preferably before you burst. Your pheromones are making me light-headed."
"I... What... I mean, what the hell?" Harry was staring at him over the book he had been trying – and failing – to concentrate on.
"Your pheromones. It's three days until the full moon, and while Hermione's PMS and Ron's resulting bad temper would usually be enough to distract my nose, right now I'm guessing you haven't had sex in a while. You're twenty and male, saviour of the wizarding world and Witch Weekly's most eligible bachelor; you're hardly wanting for willing girls, so I must confess I'm mystified. Why aren't you getting laid?" Remus had rather thought it was a simple enough question and couldn't quite understand why Harry was abruptly turning an alarming shade of red and spluttering.
"You... you can't just come out and ask questions like that!"
"Whyever not?"
"Because... it's personal! And you shouldn't go around smelling people anyway!"
Remus lifted his hands in a slightly mocking gesture of surrender. "You know it's not like I can help it, Harry. And as I recall, it was one of those things I expressly told you all about before you moved in here. I just thought maybe talking about it would help."
"You," Harry bit out, "are the last person who could help, Remus. Sorry. And you've never worried about this before so I don't see why you're worrying now. Please just go away and try to ignore the... pheromones," he said, irritation clear in his voice.
Remus lifted an eyebrow and closed Harry’s bedroom door behind him instead, giving the two of them some privacy. Harry was right about one thing – he hadn't done this before and that was a shame. It seemed like Harry needed some guidance, and while Remus was probably not the most experienced person in terms of having sex, by virtue of having been best friends with Sirius and James, he was a very experienced listener.
"Look, Harry, you've got nothing to be ashamed of. I know I haven't spoken to you about the birds and the bees, and I doubt you need that particular talk anymore, but I'm just a bit surprised. Not many men I know would pass up the opportunities you’ve had to get laid. I've been around you before when the moon is this close and you haven't exactly radiated frustration like this before, so what's with the sudden attack of hormones?"
"Look Remus, just go away." Harry resolutely turned his face down to his book and glared at it, as if it had done something to him.
"No. I'm trying to be a friend." Harry groaned but didn't look up from the book or respond, so Remus decided that he might as well continue the conversation on his own.
"Let me guess. There's someone you like, now – probably a lot. And... the reason you don't want to talk about it is because you're relatively sure you can't get her. It's not Hermione, is it?"
That got Harry's attention and he yanked his head up to give Remus an aghast glare. "WHAT? NO! What gives you that idea? Don't even say it out loud, Ron would murder me!"
"So, who is she then? Is it Ginny? I thought you were happy for her and Colin."
Harry looked at Remus and then closed his book with a resigned sigh. "Look, Remus, it's not someone I want to talk about. Would you please go now and let me brood in peace?"
Remus didn't leave. He'd noticed something very interesting: a particular choice of personal pronouns in Harry's negation, and he was stunned enough to drop down to sit on the bed next to Harry's feet.
"Oh dear," he said softly. "It's not a she, it's a he, isn't it?"
Harry's expression was reminiscent of a gnome caught in a stunning spell and Remus knew he'd been right.
"Is he – whoever it is – the first guy you've been attracted to?" Then a horrible thought occurred to him and Remus gasped, "It's not Ron, is it?"
"REMUS!" Harry's voice was tinged with desperation.
"Okay, so it's not Ron. That's good. Still. Why aren't you trying to make something happen? It's not like being a pouf is that unusual, not anymore." He fought the slight jealousy that was starting to make itself heard, trying not to let the emotion show in his voice. "I know it's scary to want something completely different all of a sudden, but it’s hardly that different from being with a woman."
Harry blushed even more furiously and looked away, frowning at the wall. Then he mumbled something very indistinct which Remus didn't catch at all... except for the presence of the word 'never' in the middle of the sentence.
It couldn't be, could it? No, he didn't believe it. But he had to ask anyway – he'd come this far, if he backed out now Harry would never learn to trust him.
"Are you a virgin, Harry?" He didn't seem able to raise his voice above a whisper, but Harry clearly heard him, because he snorted.
"Yes, Remus. I’m a virgin. Are you happy now? Finished dredging out all my awful secrets? Just leave me alone!"
Harry was still blushing furiously and glowering at the wall, but there was an undertone of something in his voice which puzzled Remus. Then he drew a deep breath to reply to Harry’s outburst but at once forgot what his words had been.
The room smelled of musk.
It was a scent Remus was intimately familiar with, having been a horny teenager himself once, living with three other boys in the dormitory at Hogwarts. He could smell his own scent in the room, but most of the musk was Harry's and Remus was absolutely certain that it had increased since he entered the room.
He was quite familiar with his sense of scent by now and he knew very well how it worked. There was only one explanation for Harry's yearning to smell stronger now than when he’d entered the room.
As the realization slammed into him Remus almost gasped with it. The air in the room was thick with desire, not just Harry's but by now also his own. He thought briefly that it was a pity Harry couldn't smell it – he found it intoxicating.
"No, Harry – I'm not quite finished revealing all your secrets." Remus knew his voice had gone husky but he honestly didn't care. And oh, how Harry responded to it; now that he knew what to look for Remus could easily see the tension in Harry's shoulders and the shallow breaths he was taking.
"Remus?" Harry whispered. He sounded uncertain as he finally lifted his head so their eyes could meet.
"Why hadn’t you told me?" he breathed back, trying to keep his control as he moved further up in the bed, approaching Harry, who seemed to shrink back into the cushions behind him.
"Told you what?" Harry replied, almost entirely unconvincingly, as his voice broke in the middle of the sentence. He cleared his throat. "Told you what?" he repeated with a bit more conviction.
"That it was me," Remus said softly, just before putting his lips on Harry's throat in an open-mouthed kiss.
Harry made an 'oh' sound, somewhere deep in his throat. It was a sound that went straight to Remus' cock and made him dizzy with delight, so he reasoned that Harry must like it.
Harry had made several more sounds, ten minutes later, when Remus finally made his way up that smooth throat to give him a proper kiss. Most of them had been desperate and breathy and they were driving Remus mad. He couldn't understand how, while he fastened his lips over Harry's, Harry could still manage to release such a deep-throated moan, and how, while he nibbled on Harry's earlobe, Harry could sound like he was sobbing into Remus' shoulder.
"Want you... oh, Merlin... Wanted you... for so long," Harry gasped between kisses.
Remus was only too happy to do his best to render him incoherent, undoing buttons and drawing down zippers, baring the skin of Harry's chest to his ministrations. He was elated to feel Harry's hands twine into his hair, and pleased to realize that Harry offered no prudish resistance to being kissed and licked. He was incredibly turned on when he realized that Harry was arching up into every caress, moaning his approval of what Remus was doing to him.
Harry might have been inexperienced but he was definitely not a complete innocent, Remus reflected, as he felt strong legs wrap around his hips and give a tentative thrust upwards as their bare skin met for the first time. Remus was only too happy to oblige him as best he could, and Harry abandoned all reserve when he felt Remus' hand wrap around both their cocks.
It didn't take long for either of them to come, Harry delirious from Remus' closeness and Remus inebriated by Harry's desire hanging in the air.
They lay in the bed afterwards, Remus breathing deeply and enjoying the scent of their come. Harry was ensconced in the crook of his shoulder, pulse rabbiting madly against Remus' skin.
"You could smell it?" Harry said softly, once his breathing had evened and his heart stopped beating double-time.
Remus nodded.
"Are you sure… you want to get stuck with a virgin?" he asked hesitantly, turning his face into Remus' chest rather than looking up.
"Are you sure you want to get stuck with a werewolf?" Remus replied, feeling rather than seeing Harry wincing against his shoulder.
The silence stretched and Remus had almost resigned himself to Harry's inevitable negation, when Harry said, "It's just a part of you, and you’re the one I want."
"I might say the same, then," Remus said, once he trusted his voice not to catch on the lump in his throat.
He felt Harry smile and dared to look down to meet those bright eyes, all the more brilliant by the grin on his face. "So," Harry said, smirking, "How long do you think it will take us to rid me of that virginity?"
Title: Scent
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Remus, mention of Ron/Hermione.
Rating: NC-17 (Shameless PWP)
Word count: 1722 words.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and her publishers. I'm making no money.
This fic was written for
salixbabylon, who went above and beyond her beta duties while I was working on my Percy Ficathon fic, and basically cheered me through it. She requested Harry/Remus, with a Virgin!Harry and something to do with Remus' sense of smell."You need to get laid."
Harry turned his head in Remus' direction so fast that Remus was sure he'd given himself whiplash.
"Whaaaat?" he spluttered.
"You need to get laid. Preferably before you burst. Your pheromones are making me light-headed."
"I... What... I mean, what the hell?" Harry was staring at him over the book he had been trying – and failing – to concentrate on.
"Your pheromones. It's three days until the full moon, and while Hermione's PMS and Ron's resulting bad temper would usually be enough to distract my nose, right now I'm guessing you haven't had sex in a while. You're twenty and male, saviour of the wizarding world and Witch Weekly's most eligible bachelor; you're hardly wanting for willing girls, so I must confess I'm mystified. Why aren't you getting laid?" Remus had rather thought it was a simple enough question and couldn't quite understand why Harry was abruptly turning an alarming shade of red and spluttering.
"You... you can't just come out and ask questions like that!"
"Whyever not?"
"Because... it's personal! And you shouldn't go around smelling people anyway!"
Remus lifted his hands in a slightly mocking gesture of surrender. "You know it's not like I can help it, Harry. And as I recall, it was one of those things I expressly told you all about before you moved in here. I just thought maybe talking about it would help."
"You," Harry bit out, "are the last person who could help, Remus. Sorry. And you've never worried about this before so I don't see why you're worrying now. Please just go away and try to ignore the... pheromones," he said, irritation clear in his voice.
Remus lifted an eyebrow and closed Harry’s bedroom door behind him instead, giving the two of them some privacy. Harry was right about one thing – he hadn't done this before and that was a shame. It seemed like Harry needed some guidance, and while Remus was probably not the most experienced person in terms of having sex, by virtue of having been best friends with Sirius and James, he was a very experienced listener.
"Look, Harry, you've got nothing to be ashamed of. I know I haven't spoken to you about the birds and the bees, and I doubt you need that particular talk anymore, but I'm just a bit surprised. Not many men I know would pass up the opportunities you’ve had to get laid. I've been around you before when the moon is this close and you haven't exactly radiated frustration like this before, so what's with the sudden attack of hormones?"
"Look Remus, just go away." Harry resolutely turned his face down to his book and glared at it, as if it had done something to him.
"No. I'm trying to be a friend." Harry groaned but didn't look up from the book or respond, so Remus decided that he might as well continue the conversation on his own.
"Let me guess. There's someone you like, now – probably a lot. And... the reason you don't want to talk about it is because you're relatively sure you can't get her. It's not Hermione, is it?"
That got Harry's attention and he yanked his head up to give Remus an aghast glare. "WHAT? NO! What gives you that idea? Don't even say it out loud, Ron would murder me!"
"So, who is she then? Is it Ginny? I thought you were happy for her and Colin."
Harry looked at Remus and then closed his book with a resigned sigh. "Look, Remus, it's not someone I want to talk about. Would you please go now and let me brood in peace?"
Remus didn't leave. He'd noticed something very interesting: a particular choice of personal pronouns in Harry's negation, and he was stunned enough to drop down to sit on the bed next to Harry's feet.
"Oh dear," he said softly. "It's not a she, it's a he, isn't it?"
Harry's expression was reminiscent of a gnome caught in a stunning spell and Remus knew he'd been right.
"Is he – whoever it is – the first guy you've been attracted to?" Then a horrible thought occurred to him and Remus gasped, "It's not Ron, is it?"
"REMUS!" Harry's voice was tinged with desperation.
"Okay, so it's not Ron. That's good. Still. Why aren't you trying to make something happen? It's not like being a pouf is that unusual, not anymore." He fought the slight jealousy that was starting to make itself heard, trying not to let the emotion show in his voice. "I know it's scary to want something completely different all of a sudden, but it’s hardly that different from being with a woman."
Harry blushed even more furiously and looked away, frowning at the wall. Then he mumbled something very indistinct which Remus didn't catch at all... except for the presence of the word 'never' in the middle of the sentence.
It couldn't be, could it? No, he didn't believe it. But he had to ask anyway – he'd come this far, if he backed out now Harry would never learn to trust him.
"Are you a virgin, Harry?" He didn't seem able to raise his voice above a whisper, but Harry clearly heard him, because he snorted.
"Yes, Remus. I’m a virgin. Are you happy now? Finished dredging out all my awful secrets? Just leave me alone!"
Harry was still blushing furiously and glowering at the wall, but there was an undertone of something in his voice which puzzled Remus. Then he drew a deep breath to reply to Harry’s outburst but at once forgot what his words had been.
The room smelled of musk.
It was a scent Remus was intimately familiar with, having been a horny teenager himself once, living with three other boys in the dormitory at Hogwarts. He could smell his own scent in the room, but most of the musk was Harry's and Remus was absolutely certain that it had increased since he entered the room.
He was quite familiar with his sense of scent by now and he knew very well how it worked. There was only one explanation for Harry's yearning to smell stronger now than when he’d entered the room.
As the realization slammed into him Remus almost gasped with it. The air in the room was thick with desire, not just Harry's but by now also his own. He thought briefly that it was a pity Harry couldn't smell it – he found it intoxicating.
"No, Harry – I'm not quite finished revealing all your secrets." Remus knew his voice had gone husky but he honestly didn't care. And oh, how Harry responded to it; now that he knew what to look for Remus could easily see the tension in Harry's shoulders and the shallow breaths he was taking.
"Remus?" Harry whispered. He sounded uncertain as he finally lifted his head so their eyes could meet.
"Why hadn’t you told me?" he breathed back, trying to keep his control as he moved further up in the bed, approaching Harry, who seemed to shrink back into the cushions behind him.
"Told you what?" Harry replied, almost entirely unconvincingly, as his voice broke in the middle of the sentence. He cleared his throat. "Told you what?" he repeated with a bit more conviction.
"That it was me," Remus said softly, just before putting his lips on Harry's throat in an open-mouthed kiss.
Harry made an 'oh' sound, somewhere deep in his throat. It was a sound that went straight to Remus' cock and made him dizzy with delight, so he reasoned that Harry must like it.
Harry had made several more sounds, ten minutes later, when Remus finally made his way up that smooth throat to give him a proper kiss. Most of them had been desperate and breathy and they were driving Remus mad. He couldn't understand how, while he fastened his lips over Harry's, Harry could still manage to release such a deep-throated moan, and how, while he nibbled on Harry's earlobe, Harry could sound like he was sobbing into Remus' shoulder.
"Want you... oh, Merlin... Wanted you... for so long," Harry gasped between kisses.
Remus was only too happy to do his best to render him incoherent, undoing buttons and drawing down zippers, baring the skin of Harry's chest to his ministrations. He was elated to feel Harry's hands twine into his hair, and pleased to realize that Harry offered no prudish resistance to being kissed and licked. He was incredibly turned on when he realized that Harry was arching up into every caress, moaning his approval of what Remus was doing to him.
Harry might have been inexperienced but he was definitely not a complete innocent, Remus reflected, as he felt strong legs wrap around his hips and give a tentative thrust upwards as their bare skin met for the first time. Remus was only too happy to oblige him as best he could, and Harry abandoned all reserve when he felt Remus' hand wrap around both their cocks.
It didn't take long for either of them to come, Harry delirious from Remus' closeness and Remus inebriated by Harry's desire hanging in the air.
They lay in the bed afterwards, Remus breathing deeply and enjoying the scent of their come. Harry was ensconced in the crook of his shoulder, pulse rabbiting madly against Remus' skin.
"You could smell it?" Harry said softly, once his breathing had evened and his heart stopped beating double-time.
Remus nodded.
"Are you sure… you want to get stuck with a virgin?" he asked hesitantly, turning his face into Remus' chest rather than looking up.
"Are you sure you want to get stuck with a werewolf?" Remus replied, feeling rather than seeing Harry wincing against his shoulder.
The silence stretched and Remus had almost resigned himself to Harry's inevitable negation, when Harry said, "It's just a part of you, and you’re the one I want."
"I might say the same, then," Remus said, once he trusted his voice not to catch on the lump in his throat.
He felt Harry smile and dared to look down to meet those bright eyes, all the more brilliant by the grin on his face. "So," Harry said, smirking, "How long do you think it will take us to rid me of that virginity?"