amuly | Pray the Gay Away: Chapter 8

Title: Pray the Gay Away: Chapter 8
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 2,101
Rating: R
Summary: Remus' parents send him to a Christian camp designed to help him control his “Same Sex Attraction”. Once there, Remus finds himself rooming with the devilishly handsome bad-boy, Sirius Black. Will he give in to temptation? Could the attraction he feels for Sirius be more than physical? Non-Magical 1970s AU
Chapter Summary: Remus and Sirius get in trouble; Remus' dad shows up; Remus needs Sirius.
Warnings: underage frottage, child abuse
A/N: So, yeah, I totally stole from South Park again. The whole time I was writing this chapter all I could think was: "Then why did we find this 1974 Sears Men's underwear catalog in your room? ... This is what makes you confused! This is confusing you right now, isn't it?!"

Previous Chapters:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

When they stormed into their cabin after dinner, Remus was lying stomach down on his bed, flipping through one of the Bibles available in every room. Sirius was on his back, smoking casually with one leg and arm draped out the open window. Remus later found he couldn't even recall what they were talking about: James' obsession with Evans, the latest kilometer times, or how Lucius' nose was just now returning to normal. Whatever it was, it didn't really matter.

“Stay where you are!”

Remus jumped almost a meter in the air, turning over and staring as three counselors burst into their cabin. Counselor Martin was at the head of them.

Sirius reacted more cooly: taking one last drag at his cigarette before flicking it out the window. “Time for another raid, is it, Martin?”

Martin didn't reply, instead gesturing to the two other counselors to search the floor and under their mattress. Sirius and Remus were grabbed and manhandled outside, where a fourth counselor watched over them. Sirius threw himself down onto the front step, sighing rather dramatically. To his dismay, Remus found he couldn't join him: Pastor Philip had warned that one more infraction would result in his parents being called in. For all his mental uncertainty over his sexuality, Remus had been careful to be on his best behavior in front of the counselors. Remus shifted nervously, eyes focused on the cabin door.

A minute later Martin strode out, magazine clutched triumphantly in one hand. “What exactly do you call this?” He continued before Sirius could shoot back some smart-arse response. “Because I call it temptation! Filth! Degradation!” His eyes stopped on Remus'. “I think Pastor Philip would be interested to hear about this newest incidence of backsliding.”

Remus froze with fear, eyes wide and body trembling. Ever-ready to come to his rescue, Sirius leapt up, positioning himself between Remus and Counselor Martin. “Take me in to see Phil. It's not Remus' magazine – he didn't even know about it.” When Counselor Martin appeared unmoved, Sirius stepped close, pressing the issue. “Look at him: he's too scared to try something like this.” When Counselor Martin's expression seemed to soften, Sirius leaned in even closer, lips almost touching the counselor's ear. “Let Remus off, and I'll make it worth your while.”

Face contorting into something terrifying and with a desperate roar, Counselor Martin shoved Sirius back into the arms of another counselor. “Pastor Philip! Both of you! Now!”

Remus ignored the apologetic and concerned looks Sirius kept shooting him as they were frog-marched across the camp and to the main offices. Right now, he was so paralyzed with fear he could barely spare a thought for the other boy marching next to him. They were going to call his parents. His dad would show up, and...and...

Would they put them in their own room? Could they do that: just leave him and his dad alone in a room together? Or would they send him home? Maybe...maybe the camp would protect him. Only let his dad yell at him. Of course, there would still be consequences when he went home: there always were.

Sirius was dragged into Pastor Philip's office first, while Remus waited outside under the watchful eye of two counselors. There were the sounds of shouting and chair legs scraping across wooden floors for all of five minutes, and then Sirius was being dragged out. “Remus, listen, I tried. Just tell them you didn't know about the magazine. Please, Remus...”

Wide, terrified eyes flicked to Sirius' desperate grey ones as the two boys were hauled past each other. For an instant Remus was overcome by the urge to rush into Sirius' arms, to bury his face in his neck and never, ever leave. But the counselors were hauling at both of them, and their eye contact broke as Remus was pushed into Pastor Philip's office.

The Pastor stared stonily at him, and Remus blurted out the first thing in his mind. “Don't call my dad.”

For a long, long moment, the pastor just stared at Remus beneath thick eyebrows and etched-in furrows. Finally, he unclasped his hands and spoke. “I told you last time: one more infraction, and your parents would have to be notified of your backsliding. This is one more infraction.”

“I didn't know,” Remus whispered. He knew it wouldn't do any good, but he had to try and use Sirius' excuse.

“You knew.”

Remus couldn't argue in the face of such faith-based certainty. He watched – desperate tears pouring down his face – as Pastor Philip picked up his phone and dialed his parents' number. The blood rushing through his ears at two hundred decibels prevented Remus from hearing any of the conversation, but he knew by the look on Pastor Philip's face as he hung up the phone what had been said.

“Your father will be here tonight.”

Back outside, Remus couldn't even see Sirius waving or hear him hollering. All he could focus on was the dirt road leading into the camp, and the knowledge that his father would be driving up in just a couple of hours.

He felt like he was going to be sick.

Back in their cabin, minus one wank magazine, Sirius kept trying to speak to him. Remus curled up on his bed and faced the wall, unable to move or speak or do anything as he waited for the hours to pass. After an hour, Sirius gave up trying to talk to him, and crawled into bed with Remus. He threw an arm over the catatonic boy, pulling him close. Remus let him. He might as well enjoy this last bit of contact while he could.

When Counselor Martin came and got him, Sirius was back in his own bed and Remus was still curled up, facing the wall. Lacking any other options, Remus started following Counselor Martin on the short walk to the main offices. His family car was in the dirt road.

For just a moment upon entering the meeting room, Remus felt a small flare of hope. Maybe Counselor Martin would stay in the room with them, and then his dad wouldn't do anything. As Martin pulled the door close, Remus felt the last of his hope leave him. He turned to the irate face of his father.

“Dad...”

Remus limped back to his cabin. To his surprise he felt...different from how he normally felt after his and his dad's “talks”. Normally he was upset, disappointed, and scared – terrified, really. Now, he felt angry. He wanted to kick and punch and scream at the top of his lungs about how ridiculous and stupid this whole thing was. He wanted to scratch and bite and...

He slammed open the door to their cabin, spotting Sirius sitting crossed-leg on Remus' bed.

Remus suddenly had a new idea as to what he felt like doing.

Without another word he stalked over to his bed, crossing the length of the cabin in just a few long strides. Sirius' eyes were concerned as Remus gripped his shoulders, then grew wide as Remus pushed him back and climbed on top.

“Remus, what-” was all Sirius managed to get out before Remus was kissing him, shoving his tongue in Sirius' mouth and nipping at his lower lip. Sirius responded instantly, bringing his hands up to frame Remus' face and and kissing him back.

Remus lifted his head and scraped his teeth down Sirius' jaw, like he might an expensive bar of chocolate. Sirius moaned and writhed beneath him, body arching to Remus' touch. Barely understanding of what he was doing himself, Remus tore at Sirius' jeans until he wrapped one long-fingered hand around Sirius' cock. Sirius yelped, eyes flying open at the rapid escalation.

“Remus, wait. What...ohhh...” Sirius' eyes squeezed shut as he bucked helplessly into Remus' hand. With a grunt of frustration Remus released him, tearing at his own trousers with both hands until they were both naked from the waist down. Gripping them both in a single hand, Remus sighed and panted as he jerked them together. Slick, heated skin rubbed against its twin, causing Remus to shudder with pleasure at the sensation.

Beneath him, Sirius looked like a bug pinned to a board: all writhing, jerky movements, entirely given over to Remus' control. Remus ducked his head down to capture Sirius' lips in another kiss. He grunted in surprise when he felt Sirius' hand go to tangle in his short hair, pulling their lips closer together in desperation. Their hips moved together as Remus continued to jerk them closer and closer to orgasm.

With a gasp Remus pulled away from Sirius, tucking his face into the other boys' neck. He was close – so, so close. He could feel himself teetering just on the edge, orgasm pressing at his insides, begging for release. Sirius' other hand was skittering across his body, touching at every piece of flesh he could find. As those bitten-off nails dug into Remus' arse and squeezed, Remus found himself falling over the edge, orgasm flaring out from him and onto Sirius' stomach.

As Remus' body twitched and arched against Sirius', he felt Sirius' hand wrap around his and help jerk the other boy to completion. Sirius' moan was loud and long, hand clenching spasmodically at Remus' arse. Their come mixed on their stomachs as Remus collapsed against Sirius.

The high tide from his orgasm rapidly receding, Remus groaned as the aches and pains of real life returned. He tried to roll off of Sirius, only to collapse in a painful sprawl on his side. Sirius was there in an instant, orgasm-glazed eyes managing to blink slowly in concern.

“Remus, are you hurt? Did he...”

Remus tried to shy away, but Sirius was already plucking at his shirt, lifting it carefully up over Remus' arms and head. The whisper of the material falling to the ground almost covered Sirius' soft gasp upon seeing Remus' torso laid bare. “Remus...”

Helplessly Remus tried to cover himself with his arms, only to have Sirius gently pry them away. He cracked open an eye, to see Sirius gazing down mournfully at Remus' chest. Remus glanced down himself, only to look away a moment later. Most of his body was red from the beating, but it was also mostly in areas that wouldn't bruise: his stomach and sides. At least, wouldn't visibly bruise. His ribs however were re-injured, and he knew there'd be purple bruises by morning there.

“Roll over. If...if it doesn't hurt too...”

Compliant – due to orgasm, or Sirius' quiet concern, Remus didn't know – Remus rolled onto his stomach, lowering himself with a wince. He heard Sirius draw in another breath, fingers ghosting over the welts that Remus knew crisscrossed his back. “It's...” Remus started, swallowing thickly. “It's not as bad as it looks.”

Remus jumped at the feel of Sirius' lips pressing just above one of the worst welts, then relaxed as he continued to pepper his back with carefully-placed kisses. “No,” Sirius murmured. “It's worse.”

Remus' felt his eyes sting with tears as he buried his face in his pillow. “Turn off the lights,” he whispered. With just a little bit of leaning, Sirius managed to flick off the two bedside lamps. To his surprise, rather than returning to his own bed, Sirius carefully maneuvered them both under the covers of Remus' tiny camp bed. Safely surrounded by the thick blanket of darkness, Remus allowed himself to turn his head and glance at Sirius from beneath a fringe of brown locks. Sirius' big eyes looked almost black in the dim light. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to Remus' lips.

“I said I'd protect you,” Sirius whispered, voice cracking.

“You can't protect me from this. From him.”

“Yes I can.” Remus shifted as Sirius wrapped a careful arm around him, pulling their bodies closer together. “I can protect you from anything, Remus. And I will.” Remus felt his eyes growing heavy in the darkness: his orgasm and beatings finally creeping up on him in the form of an undeniable exhaustion. “You'll see, Remus. I'm going to find a way,” Sirius' voice was growing more indistinct as Remus found himself drifting to sleep, “I'm going take us away, and find a way to keep all these arseholes away from us. No one is going to hurt you again.”

Continue onto Chapter 9.

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From:

liebedance.livejournal.com

Bah! Squee! Love! Poor Remus... but Sirius, god. Yes. Also, for the last chapter which I just now realise I didn't review. Have I mentioned I love how you write them? I really wanna smack Remus' parents. That's just not right. :( But Sirius is just fab.

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museme87.livejournal.com

Good for Remus! This was a very hot chapter, and I'm glad that Remus took the initiative. I could kill his father though.

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gngrlvr1.livejournal.com

I love how Sirius tried to protect him, even offering himself to that Counselor. Then kissing and cuddling him after, too sweet. Also Go Remus! I'm glad he's finally starting to come around. Just wish it hadn't taken a beating from his father to do it :( (bastard child abuser!)

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pica-scribit.livejournal.com

*hugs them both* My poor sweet boys!

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