- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- Riddikulus
- Characters:
- James Potter Remus Lupin Sirius Black
- Genres:
- Humor
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Stats:
-
Published: 04/08/2003Updated: 04/08/2003Words: 740Chapters: 1Hits: 864
Belly Dances with Wolves
Amelia and MinaClare
- Story Summary:
- Remus is The!Man. He will always be the man. Don't mess with the man. In fact, Remus is so much The!Man that Sirius and James are forced to obey his every command. So are several other Hogwarts students. But how long will all the The!Man-ness last? Is life mearly playing a sadistic joke on Remus?
- Chapter Summary:
- Remus is The!Man. He will always be The!Man. Don't mess with The!Man.
- Posted:
- 04/08/2003
- Hits:
- 864
- Author's Note:
- This was written by Amelia and MinaClare after a long discussion in the chat about why nobody seems to give Remus any women. Hasn't anybody noticed that? Remus is always always lonely. Even when he is given a mate, it usually ends badly for him. And none of this Monk!Remus crap either.
BELLY DANCES WITH WOLVES
Life for Remus Lupin was good; very, very good.
Remus Lupin laid back on his silken pillows, smiling with content as he listened to the gentle music playing in the background of his life. He stretched out his legs, sprawling on the dais. Clapping his hands, Remus opened his mouth as bunch of grape was brought to his lips. Leaning in, Remus closed his mouth around the small purple fruit. He chewed, looking up at the hedonistic woman. She had black and white hair, amber eyes, and was clad in red and gold. All of Remus' things were red and gold; red and gold were the colors of a true king.
"Would you like any more, Master?" the woman cooed.
Remus grinned. "No. Thank you, Lessah."
Sakura crawled over to Remus' side, her skimpy costume barely concealing her form. Her Asian features made her one of Remus' more exotic girls. "Is there anything we can get you?"
Sitting up, Remus looked around. "Yes, where are my fanboys?"
"Ficcing spam," came the grumbling reply.
Sirius Black and James Potter entered the tent from somewhere out of Remus' line of vision. They were also clad in red and gold, but wearing many layers to that Remus' harem wouldn't be distracted by them. Of course, any distraction would be useless. Both Sirius and James were eunuchs. They would never give pleasure to Remus' girls. They stood beside Remus, holding large feathery fans.
"What do you wish of us... master," Sirius asked though clenched teeth.
"It's hot in here, fanboys. Fan me," Remus commanded. "And a little less attitude on your part Sirius."
"Of course, master," James said. "Sirius can't help but give you attitude master. He's an idiot."
"That I am," Sirius agreed, but still through clenched teeth.
Ah, this was the life.
Remus clapped his hands. "Dancing girls!"
Three women entered the room, dancing before Remus. On the left, with white-blond hair was Narcissa. On the right, a stunning raven-haired woman, Florence. The one in the middle, whose red hair shined as she moved, led them. She led the other two, writhing around erotically.
"Li-Lily!" James stuttered. His fanning ceased as he gawked at the dancing girl.
"James, you have stopped fanning..." Remus warned him.
"B-but... Lily!" He pointed.
"Lessah, Sakura... Blindfold my fanboys."
Pouting, Lessah and Sakura pulled themselves away from Remus. They grabbed silk scarves and tied them around James and Sirius' heads.
"Is this really necessary?" Sirius whined.
Remus shook his head, opening his arms to accept Lessah and Sakura back into his embrace. "Would you prefer that I gouge your eyes out?"
"Oh... No Master," James blindly flailed his arm, smacking Sirius in the chest. "Shut up, Sirius."
"But how are we going to fan now?" Sirius snapped, tugging at his blindfold.
"You should know where I rest now." Remus pulled Lessah and Sakura closer. "Tell me girls... Who is the sexiest man in the world?"
"You are Master," Lessah replied, nibbling on his earlobe.
"I am?" Remus turned his head to the fanboys. "What about James and Sirius?"
Sakura ran her hands over Remus' chest. "Oh, you are much sexier than the Snape-faced eunuchs, Master."
"Hey!" James stopped fanning. "We are not Snape-faced eunuchs!"
Remus gaped. "Then what are you, fanboy?" His voice was tense.
"Umm..." James lowered his head. "We are Snape-faced eunuchs, Master."
"Good." Remus clapped his hands. "I grow weary of your highly suggestive and provocative dance, Lily!"
Lily, Narcissa and Florence stopped dancing, falling to Remus' feet. "Is it time for your pleasure, Master?" Lily asked.
Remus pondered this for a moment, looking at each of his girls. "Yes. Yes it is."
Giggling, the slaves began to crawl onto Remus, caressing and kissing him.
"Remus," The slaves whispered sensually as they crawled onto him.
Remus shut his eyes tightly. "What happened to Master?"
"Remus, wake up, you stupid git!"
"What did you call me?"
"A stupid git," Sirius repeated as Remus opened his eyes, sitting up.
His head had been laying on his History of Magic notes. The ink had transferred to his cheek.
"You fell asleep."
"Oh... So I did." Remus wiped the trail of drool off his chin.
"So what were you dreaming about?" James asked.
"Oh... This and that." Remus replied.
"I bet he's as boring in his dreams as he is in real life," Sirius laughed.
Remus grinned, collecting his books. "Oh, completely boring.... Fanboy."