Fic: Harry Potter ~ Something With Bite [NC17] (Severus Snape/Remus Lupin) Title:
Something with Bite
Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Severus Snape/Remus Lupin Summary: Things changed after the war, and when Remus tries to recapture a moment, he finds out just how much. Challenge: Written for the Bring Back the Porn 2011 EnticementGuilty Pleasure Challenge Word Count: 2,295 Genre: Alternate Universe; Darkish!Fic; PWP; Humor Highlight for Warnings: * Violence; vampire!Snape; Dub-con; Blood Play; Awkward Sex; “Bottoming from the Top”; Sleepy Sex * A/N: I saw a post that sometimes the fanfic sex is too perfect. *chuckle* Yeah right. Not in this fic!
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The pale man was all dressed in black, the only color the red stripe ring of his cane as he tapped it before him, marking out a path to the table in the corner.
“Told you he was harmless, Millicent,” a snide female voice muttered.
“Severus Snape won’t be harmless ‘til he’s twenty years in the grave and even then I’ll sleep with one eye open and heavy wards, Pansy.” The voice was deep for a woman, and just as familiar as the first.
“If you two vipers wouldn’t mind moving your chairs, I’d get where I’m going,” Severus barked. “Unless you’d like to see a blind wizard casting hexes?” he asked in a lower tone. The chairs scraped along the floor as the two witches hurriedly cleared a path. The other patrons watched, a muted buzz of conversation rising and falling as Dumbledore’s man tapped his way toward his regular table.
Twin footsteps hustled away, Pansy and Millicent electing to move rather than remain within aural distance. Snape sniggered as he reached out for the table’s edge, his fingers lightly dancing on its scarred wood as he shuffled into the booth.
“You look pleased with yourself, Severus.” Snape stilled, his cane hitting the table with a loud thwack as he turned in his seat.
“Kept man,” he snarled under his breath. “What are you doing here?” The cane tapped nervously against the table and then stilled as Snape’s fingers tightened on it and it shrank into a wand.
“No longer kept, Severus.” The man on the other side of the booth put his legs out, trapping Severus’ feets between them. “It seems my indenture is over and I’d like to celebrate.”
“Lupin, I’m blind, not daft,” Severus said in a huff. He slid his wand up his sleeve just as a cup of Russian chai slid in front of him. He let the steamy scent and the heat guide him as he reached out to curl his hands around it. He raised the cup slowly, inhaling the steam before sipping gingerly at it.
Remus Lupin made a sound deep in his throat that made Severus smirk against his cup. He knew his face was open in this persona. All the better to lure you in, Lupin, Severus mused.
“I was wondering if your offer was still open.” Lupin’s legs tightened around Severus’. “I feel like letting go.”
Severus felt the tabletop before him and found the saucer exactly ten inches from his chest and set the chai down gently. He tilted his head, his blank eyes staring in Remus’ direction. Not having to blink often, the silvery eyes made people squirm, as if Snape were practicing a particularly strong type of Legilimency.
“It’s been ten years, Lupin. Why would you assume an offer I made in another lifetime would still be in force?” Severus leaned forward a bit, his left hand surreptitiously sliding over the table to move the cup and saucer. “Why would I want you?”
“I’ve heard of the remarkable blind brewer, Severus. Even without sight you can make Wolfsbane, Amortensia, hell…any advanced potion better than any other Potions master alive.” Lupin’s legs released Severus’ as he leaned forward himself, his hot breath reaching Severus. “You’d love to have my fur, my saliva, my…emissions…for your potions. I’d like to know this new you.”
A frisson of awareness shivered over Severus’ spine and he reached across the table to grasp blindly at Lupin’s wrist. The git let Severus flail for a bit before grabbing his hand and placing it on his wrist.
His grip was tighter, tighter than it should have been and Severus felt the werewolf’s pulse speeding up. He pulled Remus across the table and Apparated away.
Severus landed on one knee, Lupin still in his vise-like grip. The werewolf’s body hit hard and twisted, but Severus didn’t let him escape. He finished his tug and had Lupin by his knee, breathing hard.
“You’re mine now, Lupin!” Severus growled. He shook his head and his blank gaze transformed into dark eyes. Dark eyes that had a decidedly red tinge to them.
“You were in disguise?” Lupin asked groggily. Severus tilted his head like before and listened to the sound of his prisoner pushing material out of the way of his wand. Severus had no such impediment and plucked his wand from his sleeve easily, tucking the tip under Lupin’s chin.
“Accio Lupin’s wand!” Severus’ voice was silky smooth, taunting Remus. “When one is a vampire, Lupin, one does what one must. They’d never leave me in peace if I didn’t seem harmless now, would they, that nebulous ‘they’? You wouldn’t have left your cozy place at Nymphadora’s side, whatever the provocation, if I’d been swanning about in all my glory, would you?”
Remus’ teeth ground together before he answered, “No.”
Snape laughed and stood up suddenly, dragging Lupin from the ground easily. He pulled his captive along a sheep track, avoiding holes and stones with ease as Remus stumbled along. They stopped when the ground leveled out and Remus gasped at the sight. “You brought me to the country? Why?” He began frantically pulling in the other direction as Severus moved inexorably forward toward a brightly-lit mansion.
“I brought you home, you dunderhead,” Snape growled. “To my home.” Remus’ hackles rose in response and he swung at his captor. Even that didn’t stop the vampire and he finally dragged Remus through the mansion’s wards.
“You’re mine,” Severus snapped out. “You came to me, remember? You offered yourself. You. Are. Mine!” He shook Lupin, emphasizing each word.
Without a touch the door burst open and slammed shut behind them as Snape began shredding Lupin’s robes with talon-tipped fingers. Soon, Lupin was pressed against a Chippendale settee, his clothing in tatters around him and Snape’s hands pinching and grabbing at his cock and bollocks. Remus pushed back and tore the Muggle-style jacket Snape was wearing as he tried to find a wand, any wand.
“I told you I would claim you, you dirty beast!” Snape’s talons incised runes on Remus’ flesh, or at least tried to, as he twisted and snapped his teeth in Severus’ face. At that, the fangs came out and Lupin’s jugular was suddenly between them, his heartbeat almost drowning out Snape’s next slurred words: “Mine to fuck, Lupin.”
Severus scrapped his fangs over the throbbing vein and Remus stilled, his breaths coming in heaving gulps. “Mine to do with as I please.” He bit down with excruciating slowness, drawing the moment out. His free hand pushed aside torn material to tug at the werewolf’s nipple only to find an incongruous ring. He smirked around his mouthful of werewolf blood and swallowed leisurely, his finger twisting and yanking in counterpoint to his sucking. Lupin still fought, his hands pushing at Severus’ chest with increasing weakness.
Severus raised his head to see Lupin’s cock was trapped by the elastic of his y-fronts, the mushroom top peeking over the waistband. “Touch yourself, Lupin,” Severus whispered darkly.
“Fuck yourself.” Lupin kneed Severus in the groin, startling him into loosening his grip. He pushed hard, his weakness of before a feint. The vampire flew across the foyer, hitting a table, and setting a candelabrum to dancing across it.
Remus ran, not toward the door so close to Severus but into the mansion, skidding slightly on the marble tiles as he rounded a corner. He side was burning, but his ire was flaring hotter, his mind assessing potential weapons even as Snape caught up with him.
The werewolf ducked, narrowly avoiding Snape’s talons as they caught in his ragged clothes. He twisted away and ran into a display case. The glass cracked as Snape slammed him into it. The damned thing fell on top of them, pinning Remus.
Severus willed his body to mist and reappeared kneeling by Remus’ head. “Even my home knows you’re mine, Lupin.”
Remus moaned in pain and Snape stopped gloating when he didn’t respond. He knew the glass couldn’t be why Lupin wasn’t fighting back and he heaved the case off of the werewolf. A quick survey and an almost frantic pushing aside of tatters showed Severus a silver filigree fan had cut into the werewolf’s chest, the metal burning and marking his skin.
“Damn!” Severus pulled at the fan and Lupin’s moans became screams. “Lupin, damn your eyes for not giving in when you should have,” he whispered, fangs out and nicking his lips. The taste of his own blood made Severus curse the air literally blue as he raised his wrist and tore it open.
He pressed the abused flesh to Lupin’s blue lips and ripped the metal fan from the werewolf’s chest. Remus screamed around the wrist at his lips and then began sucking, his own overgrown canines scraping over the exposed flesh and making Severus aware of his burgeoning sex. Long minutes were spent trying to remove his wrist from the werewolf’s preternaturally strong hold and willing his prick to deflate until a more appropriate time.
Lupin’s broad tongue swiped over Severus’ wrist as he inexorably pulled it away, his dark blood rimming Lupin’s mouth obscenely. Severus couldn’t help himself and leaned forward to lick it way, his tongue flicking out like a snake’s to clean and then to trace Remus’ lips.
They both sighed as Severus drew back. “Will you run again?” he asked softly.
“Will you remove the silver from your home?” Remus shot back. He closed his eyes in a wince as Severus’ poked at his wound. “Shouldn’t your blood be healing me right about now?”
“Your own abilities should be doing that, but since it was a real silver filigree fan that sliced you open, you’ve got silver poisoning.” The edges of the wound were bluish-grey, and a bit brittle under Severus’ probing fingers. “It seems I cannot play roughly with you for a while.”
They sat on the marble floor as Lupin began laughing hysterically at that quip and Severus rolled his eyes. “Really, Lupin, I thought you a sturdier creature.”
“Your idea of foreplay is deadly, Snape,” Remus said tiredly. “Wake me up when you want to make love…” He passed out while Severus’ mouth fell open in surprise.
Remus woke up to a prick nestled in the crack of his arse and a chilly arm wrapped around his waist. He pressed back and wriggled, the prick slipping up and down the crack as he reached down only to find Snape’s hand wrapped around his cock and fisting it slowly. He felt Snape’s toothy smirk against his shoulder blade and then those fangs dragged over his skin and up to his shoulder to bite down. Remus bucked and partially rolled over.
“Ow!” Snape had one hand over his mouth, his dark eyes snapping at Remus’ dazed look. “’Ou bwoke my fang, bastwerd!”
He couldn’t help it. Remus laughed and removed the vampire’s fang from his shoulder. Snape was not amused.
“You’re a vampire. For Merlin’s sake…or Dracula’s sake, or whatever, suck it up and I’ll fuck you,” Lupin finally said. Snape’s glare didn’t lessen, but he lay back down and threw the covers off for ease of access.
“Fwuck me gooth, Wupin!”
Remus bit his lip so he wouldn’t laugh again, but when he put out his hand and grasped Severus’ cock he lost any urge but to lavish praise upon it. Thick with a twist to the left, it throbbed under his hand and then on his lips. Soon, Severus was lisping out yeth, yeth, yeth with each lick Remus bestowed on it. When he took it in his mouth, inch by inch, Snape shot up and into the headboard, scraping it on Remus’ overlarge canines.
“What the hell, Severus?” Remus whined. “I was just getting start—”
Severus pulled Remus over him, sounds he didn’t understand flowing around them as Remus felt his arse cleansed and lubed. Then he was hovering above Snape’s magnificent prick and gravity was doing the rest as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and Severus was babbling and lisping and Remus was clawing his life story into the vampire’s pale chest. They gasped together when Remus’ slide down the pole up his arse was complete. With creaking knees, the werewolf pushed up with Severus’ help, then they did it all over again. And again. And again. Then they did it faster. With more yethes and plenty of howling.
In the morning, Severus found himself impaled on Remus’ cock, sleepily rocking back into the werewolf’s embrace. He turned his head and bit Lupin’s wrist, drinking from him as his orgasm built.
Each suck seemed to reach into Remus’ cock and draw it in, deeper and deeper, until Severus came, teeth clamped down in his lover’s flesh even as Remus bit his shoulder, hard.
When they woke again, Lupin was looking smug and well-bitten. His silver wound was still blue, but there was a scar now. Severus touched it gently, feeling the shape of the filigree burned into his lover’s skin.
“You’ve marked me for life, Severus,” Remus sighed as those long fingers began tracing other scars.
“Youth bette’ belie’f it,” Severus responded. Remus leaned over to kiss him, his tongue darting in to map the regrowing fang.
“Twying to kiss ith and make it bette’?” Severus asked around Lupin’s slippery muscle.
“Just making certain all your parts are as I need them, Snape.” Remus leaned back, a gleam of yellow in his hazel eyes. “After all. You’re mine.” He came closer. “Mine to fuck…” Severus smirked as he pulled Remus closer.
“Oh, you know the rest,” Remus sighed against Severus’ lips right before he kissed him.