Midsummer Festivities
Remus sighs heavily, for the upteenth time since they left the camp to go searching for Barty and Sirius.
“Cheer up Remmy, we’ll find them.”
“Who goes off into the woods with someone they barely know without telling anyone?” He grumbles, hands in his pockets. It’s cold enough that he’s breathing vapour.
“Well they probably didn’t anticipate Pandora having a crisis when they left. Were probably trying to be sneaky, yno, Barty is Regulus’ best friend. Thats kind of a no-no. He’s found out now, I bet.” Mary ponders.
Remus scoffs. “Yeah, I’m sure.” He sighs again. “Why is it so fucking cold? It’s the middle of summer, isn’t it?”
“We’re in the mountains Remmy, it’s cold up here all year round.”
“Ugh what bullshit, I’m freezing my balls off,” Remus complains.
Mary smirks, nudging him. “Would you like me to warm them up for you, baby?” She says coyly.
“Not with your ice-cold hands,” Remus laughs. He’d already pulled away from holding her hands because they were freezing.
“Well they’re warmer now,” She says, and he’s sure they are, after being tucked under her armpits for the last twenty minutes, but that’s sure not enough to get him out of his pants in this cold. “But that’s not what I meant,” She finishes.
Remus turns to her with a brow raised. “Oh?”
She giggles, “Well now I’ve got your interest, do I?
Remus sidles closer to Mary, leaning into her side. “You always have my interest Mary, my love,” he smiles.
Making a sound somewhere between pleased and frustrated, Mary presses Remus up to the tree, and kisses him soundly, pressing her tongue into his mouth when he gasps.
The kisses are frantic, messy, and she grinds against him, beginning to get him hard before quickly freeing his cock from his pants and dropping to her knees heavily. She doesn’t even look up when she takes him in her hand, going straight in with her mouth.
Mary was nothing if not a woman of her word, and she started by wrapping her hot mouth around his balls, one at a time, letting it go with a pop, and holding it in her hand to keep it warm while she began to work his cock with her mouth.
Remus’ hands go to her hair, sliding through already sex mussed curls, his head leaning back against the trunk of the tree, fully relaxing into it as she worked him over.
“God, Mary, fuck you’re incredible,” He praises as she takes him into the back of her throat, bobbing, sucking, getting messy and looking absolutely sinful when he glances down at her.
Mary meets his eyes, and he’s close, so close. He grips the back of her head with one hand, the other on the tree to hold himself up, he feels like he could just fall over right now, his legs are jelly. He tilts his head back and moans, eyes fluttering closed at how good it feels.
The sounds of the night are fading away as he reaches his orgasm, and he hears a quick “crack”, Mary’s head jerking to the side, and he assumes she cracked her neck as she doesn’t pull away.
He guides her back to position, and her jaw slacks, he can press even further in now, the wet sounds of his cock fucking her throat the only sound he registers as he ruthlessly fucks her mouth. Oh god, she’s a keeper.
He’s cumming, “Oh fuck, Mary, oh, Mary o—” He startles when he feels a pressure, hard and firm like wire pressing across his chest, and pushing his arm down. He’s still cumming, but his hand that was on the back of Mary’s head is yanked against the tree. His eyes fly open, and all at once, he sees Mary, limp and lifeless falling to the ground, mouth open and ruined with spit and cum, and an arrow in her temple.
By the time his flight response is activated, it’s too late. He’s secured to the tree. He looks around desperately for the person who’s done this. He doesn’t have to look for wrong, because there he is, Peter fucking Pettigrew, dancing around the tree like it’s a maypole, unwinding razor wire around Remus and the tree.
Fuck.
“Peter! What are you doing? Let me go!”
Peter cackles, and begins to hum a song as he skips past Remus and back around the tree, another wrap of the wire around Remus’ body. It’s going lower, towards Remus’ exposed cock.
“No, no, no,” Remus begins to panic, squirming under the wire while he can, while its over the top of layers of clothing, because as soon as it hits skin, he’s done for. If theres a time to fight, this is it.
“Peter please,” Remus cries, struggling against the wire.
“Quiet Remus, you’re interrupting the serenity of my favourite midsummer festival activity.”
“What the fuck are you talking about you insolent little rat!” Remus cries.
Peter scowls at Remus as he comes back in front of him, baring his teeth and yanking tight on the wire.
“The maypole, Remus,” Peter says, before forcing a smile and continuing his song, skipping along, pulling the wire down, right at cock height as he passes.
Remus’ screams light up the evening air. Peter doesn’t care. Most of the others are dead now. Besides, they’re scattered. They won’t make it to him in time.
Peter relishes in his screaming as he rounds the tree again, and again, winding the wire back up his body until it reaches his neck, and he smiles at Remus, coming in close as he does his final round. He’s delirious with pain, sobbing and begging for Peter to stop, asking again and again, why, why, why?
“Because I’m hungry, Moony. And not just for the flesh.”
Peter looks into Remus’ eyes for a moment, before pushing his head forcefully to the side, facing Mary’s limp form.
“At least you got yours before you let her go, hmm? Tell me, Remus, how did it feel to fuck a corpse?”
Remus lets out a sob, and Peter rolls his eyes, pulling the wire tight against his neck, rounding to the back of the tree, and pulling, hard.
Remus’ blood soaks the tree, trickling through bark to the floor of the woods, feeding the soil of Peter's favourite mountain.