Fairy Boys: Momentary Seizure of Love

Remus J. Lupin had never considered himself a masochist.

The pain inflicted upon his thin frame every month was like the moon's pull on the oceans -- it swept and roiled over his skin like breaking waves, sometimes gentle, often not. The floating, clutching fingers of seaweed were his screams, the salty bubbles of froth were his tears, the warped reflection of the moon in the water was his body. Warped out of shape, pitted with scars of long-ago assaults, flickering... bright and beautiful, yes -- he knew he was beautiful. But warped.

And then he fell in love with a star.

It was unspeakably strange. The moon was such an overbearing force in his life that he knew nothing would ever be stronger. But that's because he didn't look closely enough at the things around him. That was a strange thing too. The meticulousness of his schoolwork, his curiosity and burning desire to read every book ever written, his pensive, philosophical moments of thought so deep that no amount of finger-clicks in front of his nose or repetitions of his name could rouse him... he should have known that stars are bigger and brighter than the moon.

Bigger and brighter than the moon, and so much warmer. And the pain his star inflicted upon his thin frame was delicious. The stretching and bites and thrusting and pinching fingers closing hard around stiffened nipples, the way his arms were held tightly above his head as those beloved teeth worked their own particular brand of magic over his body, each momentary seizure of love merging into the next and building up inside him until he exploded in a supernova of bliss.

Remus J. Lupin had never considered himself a masochist.

Until he fell in love with his star, and forgot about his moon.

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