Fic: Harry Potter ~ Poisoned Potion [NC17] (Remus Lupin/Severus Snape) Title:
Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Severus Snape/Remus Lupin; Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Summary: Before the Battle of Hogwarts, Snape is cursed. He does what’s necessary to keep the students safe. Challenge: Written for the Bring Back the Porn 2011 EnticementGuilty Pleasure Challenge Word Count: 2,933 Genre: PWP; EWE; Romance Highlight for Warnings: * Rough Sex: Potion-induced Sex; Rimming; Bestiality; Voyeurism; Fellatio; Canon Deaths * A/N: By accident, there’s fluff in there! I didn’t mean to do it!
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Severus surged into Lupin, his fist pulling the shorter wizard’s head back as his lips and teeth attacked Lupin’s throat. His hips hammered Lupin’s arse in a staccato rhythm that the werewolf couldn’t quite catch and he finally just let his body be used by Snape.
The only sounds were grunts and bitten back moans, and the scrabbling of Lupin’s fingernails against the hardwood paneling of the Grimmauld Place dining room. The old biddy’s muted wails had died away hours ago, when Severus stripped Lupin down and had the beast do fellatio on him in front of her and then pull back so Severus’ jism could coat her painted face. She’d stopped screaming in surprise and then began gibbering nonsense phrases as her curtains were drawn.
“…fuck you like the animal you are!” Severus grunted into Lupin’s ear, the werewolf’s neck bent back impossibly far by Severus’ vicious hold in his hair. Lupin moaned as Severus bit hard enough to leave a bruise just as Severus’ prick rammed into that bundle of nerves hidden inside his arse.
“You’ll never forget me!” Severus whined as his hips pistoned into Lupin. “Never forget I never lost sight of my duty! Never lost sight of my…” he sobbed, “my place!”
Lupin bit his lip to keep the words clamoring inside his head where they belonged. This was neither the time nor the place. Instead, he began pleading to come, to be reamed open until all that was left was a place for Severus’ prick and his come. Some of the begging must have broken through the walls of Severus’ foggy mind and he changed his angle, ramming his cockhead into Lupin’s prostate until he couldn’t hold back and the werewolf exploded all over the hardwood paneling.
Severus kept plunging into the now-pliant body between him and the wall, tears blinding him to everything but the fact there was a warm body with a hole for him to fill. He finally came with a roar, hot spunk shooting into Lupin’s arse and filling it to overflowing.
He collapsed to the side as Lupin slid down the paneled wall, his cheek pressed against it. They stayed there until Kreacher crept out only to be stung by Severus’ reflexive Stunner.
Lupin—Remus—let himself fall into Severus’ side and then across his lap with a gusty sigh. Severus’ emissions dripped from his arse, but he didn’t care, not as long it would irk Kreacher.
Snape’s eyes were still watering, the cursed potion that had made him seek out a warm body to fuck still singing in his veins, burning in his eyes. He clutched at Remus as his cock revived again. “Again,” he muttered into Remus’ hair.
“Let me get a Pepper-Upper Potion and a Bollocks Buster pastille, then,” Lupin sighed. He twisted far enough to reach his wand where he’d dropped it and it flew to his hand. “Accio Pepper-Upper Potion! Accio Bollocks Buster!” he cried out in a thin voice. Soon, the two bottles bobbed through the dining room doors and to Remus’ hands. He drank the one and shook out one—looking down at Severus’ engorged cock—then another pastille, and put both under his tongue. His prick revived in short order as steam erupted from his ears, startling a watery chuckle from Snape.
“The moon will be rising in a couple hours, Severus,” Remus said softly. “If this goes on, Moony will fuck you raw.”
“I can’t…” Snape shuddered and then continued. “I can’t return to the school like this, Lupin…Remus. I’d end up raping one of the students and then the Dark Lord’s evil would tear the castle apart.” His arms tightened around Remus’ shoulders as he leaned closer. “I need someone strong enough to handle this curse. Someone who knows I’m not the bastard I have to pretend to be.”
“I won’t let you fall any farther than you have to, Severus.” Remus wriggled, teasing Severus’ cock and then moaning as it slipped into his well-fucked hole albeit at an awkward angle. Still, he tightened his sphincter muscles and held onto Severus’ cockhead for as long as he could, pulling Snape in close for a mind-blowing kiss.
Remus mumbled against Severus’ lips, “Now, I’m going to let you go and you’re going to drape yourself over the sofa, displaying yourself for me.” He rolled to the side, ignoring the creaking of his knees as he jumped to his feet and then pulled Severus up and into his arms.
Snape’s embrace was instinctive. Remus had to pull his arms away and shoo him toward the sofa with a stern look. Behind Severus’ back, Lupin’s eyes grew hard and he began to growl, building himself up for what was coming. Snape shivered and then he was bent over the sofa, his stance wide and his rosy quoit standing out from his pale buttocks and his reddened cock and bollocks.
“Little Red Riding Hood, I’m going to eat you alive,” Remus murmured under his breath as he fell to his knees behind Severus and pushed his nose into the man’s cleft. Snape shivered and widened his legs for better access, mewling when a spell was whispered into his arsehole and his arse was cleansed. Then, a tongue—not the muscle he craved, but one still slick and brawny—began poking and prodding its way into his channel, fighting with the tight ring guarding its treasures until it was through, plunging inside to taste Severus’ secret flavor.
The material of the sofa ripped under Snape’s grasping fingers as Lupin held his buttocks apart and tongue-fucked him. He writhed, but not too strongly, held by the sofa in front and Lupin’s hands in back. The torture went on and on, broad swipes, pointing thrusts, puffs of air and then over again. He was babbling by the time Remus stood up and slowly entered him, no lubricant but his spittle to ease the way.
The tender skin dragged and tugged, the pain a welcome counterpoint to the bespelled fog Snape drifted within. He pushed back, trying to open the way for Remus’ thick cock, aware that he needed this rough treatment if only to work the potion from his body quickly. Something tore and then there was blood to ease Remus’ thrusts and Severus was keening, the pleasure-pain perfect for that one instance.
A subtle bit of magic and there was lube on Lupin’s cock, mixing with the blood. He began riding Severus’ arse, not a word said but volumes spoken in his every touch over Snape’s body. He pinched Severus’ nipples—scream for me—and worked his fingers between Severus’ ribs for a few minutes—tell me what you need—and then, as he leaned forward after a leisurely plunge, their bollocks knocking softly against each other, Remus put his fingers around the base of Severus’ prick and squeezed—you come when I let you. Snape whined, but still pushed back as if trying to suck Remus inside via his arsehole.
Remus had a talent for long, drawn-out fucking, for making his partner squirm on the end of his prick for hours. It could have been werewolf stamina or it could have been native talent, it didn’t matter, just as long as he could play his partner like a violin, drawing out sounds and pleas and exhortations without losing his grip on a cock or his focus on their shared pleasure. For over an hour he reamed Severus’ arse, ignoring the twitches and shouted pleas to let him come, then as he felt the moon rising, Remus howled and began fucking like a madman.
“It’s still in me! It’s still in me!” Snape was babbling. “Fuck it out! Fuck it out of me!”
“Stand up, Severus,” Remus commanded. Severus pushed his body up, swaying until Lupin’s arms came around him. They stepped back a few feet and then Remus bent him down to hands and knees, his prick never leaving Snape’s arse as they moved. Finally on the floor, Remus laid himself over Severus. “Moony will be here soon, Severus. Is this what you want?” His voice was more of a snarling growl.
Snape shook under Remus but he didn’t hesitate to answer. “You need to fuck it out of me. If nothing else, the werewolf will keep me here, tied to it for hours. I won’t be used to hurt the children.” His arse was clenching around Remus’ prick as he spoke, trying to forcibly milk Remus’ jism from it.
“Stay very still then, Severus. I won’t…won’ leaf you.” Remus’ mouth began changing as he spoke so he settled himself into the mating position and contorted and transformed over Snape.
Moony’s prick thickened and elongated within Severus’ arse, the wolf’s weight driving him into the floor until his arms were wedged under him, his hips canted up in the best position for fucking. The fur was soft against his sweaty back, but the teeth were snapping just inches from his ear. Snape whined and leaned his head to the side as a sign of submission. The teeth nipped him, not breaking the skin but marking him, and then Moony’s hips were pile-driving that pointed prick deep into Severus’ arse.
Thank goodness the cursed potion had a healing component so that the victim could sustain a lot of damage as it was removed from the body by every ejaculation. Severus bit his arm as Moony fucked him with the log he carried between his legs. Soon both of them were whining and huffing then the knot began to swell in Moony’s cock and they were tied together.
Severus fisted his cock roughly, gasping Remus’ name over and over as he tugged and pulled, anchored to the floor by the werewolf’s body and prick. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” he cried as pearly ropes decorated the worn carpet. He milked himself until his eyes were watering.
The werewolf atop him beginning to fuck him in earnest with its knotted prick, arousing his libido as his once-more-engorged cock shuddered in his hand. Moony whined and scrabbled across Severus’ back, tearing the skin. The blood seemed to excite the werewolf and it fucked Snape raw, its knot pushing inside on nerves and muscles that weren’t used to such stimulation.
Severus screamed and came again, his body twitching like a tree in a storm. He collapsed, still joined to the rutting beast on his back. He moaned as Moony’s prick pulsed inside his arse, the knot holding the hot liquid deep inside Severus’ arse. The furry weight tried to shift and give Severus a bit of breathing room, but they were still united until the knot subsided.
“It’s…all…right…Remus,” Severus struggled to say. “You’ve…got…the potion…out of…me. Mostly.” Moony woofed, the equivalent of a laugh he assumed.
They lay there in a tangle of limbs long enough for Kreacher to come creeping. The house-elf took one look, screeched and ran away, Moony’s barks and snarls echoing behind him. Severus laughed weakly and then passed out.
Hours later, Snape woke to gentle hands and soft words, a damp cloth smelling of lemon verbena bathing his wounds as healing spells were whispered over him. “Lupin?” he asked. His eyes refused to open.
“I’m here, Severus. It worked. I couldn’t find a trace of anything out of the ordinary in your body.” Lupin’s voice was slightly hoarse, as if he’d been shouting for hours. Which he might have been as the cursed potion had held Severus in its grip for over twelve hours.
“Are you…well?” Severus asked after licking his cracked lips. He finally raised his eyelids and turned his head. Lupin sported two black eyes and a crooked smile. Very little out of the ordinary. Snape smiled tiredly at the sight and then a cool glass was pressed to his lips, the liquid inside easing his thirst.
“I didn’t break you, did I?” he sighed out as a new cloth began swiping over his genitals, cooling the abraded skin of his penis.
“No. I got this trying to roust Kreacher. Damned thing threw a skillet at me. Then I Summoned a Pepper-Upper Potion and was too slow to catch it with anything but my face.” Remus’ tone of voice was wry and Severus chuckled. He reached out and Remus’ hand nestled in his. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” Lupin said, this time his voice stronger. “I’ll never let you fight alone, Severus, never.” Severus felt shaggy hair fall over his hand as Remus kissed each finger.
The moment couldn’t last, they both knew it, but….
“What time is it?” Severus finally asked. A new cloth was wiping down each leg, the cleansing scent and cool touch as much balm as the healing spells Remus muttered every so often.
“It’s five o’clock on Sunday morning.” Remus snapped his fingers and the cloths were removed. “Why?”
“I don’t have to be back at the school until six tonight. I’d ordered the students to their Houses before I left, and the Carrows were on a mission for the Dark Lord.” Severus felt Remus’ fingers tracing protective runes over the Dark Mark.
“So, this time would be for us?” Remus asked carefully. He stood up, his fingers slipping from Severus’ and there was a rustle of clothing hitting the floor, then Remus’ body was pressed to Severus’ side, his head fitting comfortably under Snape’s chin.
Severus wrapped his arm around his lover and drew the cover up with a thought. “I’m stealing a bit of peace for myself. The end is coming.” He hugged Remus closer for a second or two. “I know I’m going to die, but by Merlin’s hoary beard, I’ll have one day that’s mine.”
Remus raised his head and caught Severus’ eyes. “Ours.” He kissed Severus’ chin softly. “Sleep now. The alarm will sound in two hours.”
No. Twelve Grimmauld Place creaked and settled around them.
Draco Malfoy pulled his head out of the Pensieve with a blank look on his face. He blinked rapidly and turned to see Harry Potter’s assessing gaze.
“Why did you show me that, Potter?” Draco asked. He walked to the other seat in front of the Grimmauld Place fireplace. He didn’t dare glance at the sofa that had figured so prominently in those memories.
“You asked me if I’d kept anything back, anything that might shed some light on Snape.” Harry’s eyes glittered behind his glasses. “I thought…you said he’d been kind to you. I wanted you to know he was a good man, even before the end.”
“You’re barmy, just like all Gryffindors, Potter.” Draco knew it was a weak retort, but it was the best he could do. The sight of those cocks, the sounds of fucking and being fucked, the touches—harsh and gentle—everything was jumbled in his head, showing roads he hadn’t dared dream of traveling before.
He blinked as he looked at Potter. The hair was messy, the physique was lean and muscular, the hands a bit scarred from the war and Quidditch. Then he looked into Potter’s eyes and recognized something there. He sighed.
“You know they can be broken,” Harry shot back with a grin.
“Are you equating us with Snape and Lupin?”
“Would you rather have a tenth of what they had than live without ever knowing it?” Potter was leaning forward in his chair, fingers clutching the armrest tightly.
“You think I won’t have that with Astoria?” Draco leaned back and stared into the fire, images of Snape and Lupin playing over and over behind his eyes. “How do you think you can give me at least that one-tenth, Potter?” he asked softly.
Harry slithered out of his chair and crawled across the carpet to lean against Draco’s knees. “You’ve always been under my skin…Draco,” Harry purred. His fingers were busy undoing the placket of Draco’s trousers. When Harry’s calloused hand wrapped around his cock, Draco sighed and opened his legs.
“You do make a compelling argument, Potter,” Draco murmured as Harry began licking and sucking his cock. His fingers wove into the messy hair and he flashed back to Snape’s long fingers in Lupin’s hair; he tugged hard and Harry swallowed around his cock, making him see stars.
“We’ll have to send an owl…” Draco muttered as Harry slid his hand over Draco’s stomach and up his chest, under his still-buttoned shirt. He felt the grin around his cock and groaned. “You already sent one, didn’t you?” Harry nodded, sliding up and down Draco’s cock.
“You’d better make this worth my while…Harry,” Draco moaned. Potter was fellating him into a puddle of goo. Then Draco felt a breath of air on his damp member.
“Don’t worry, Draco. You’ll never be bored.” He bent his head back to his task.
“I didn’t know you gave those memories to Harry, Severus.” Remus wrapped his arm around Severus’ waist.
“I didn’t mean to, but then some imp inspired me.” Severus’ smirk said it all.
“You did it on purpose,” Remus laughed.
“Aye, if that’s what you want to believe.” Severus leaned into Remus’ embrace. “Now that they’re settled, could we please get back to the shagging?”
Remus laughed again and turned his lover so they could kiss properly. “Oh, yes, I think we’ve earned it. But that memory inspired me, too.” Remus leaned closer and whispered, “I want you to be rough this time, lover. We don’t need any potions to keep it up up here.”
Severus nipped Remus’ nose and smirked. “Whatever you want. This is your idea of Heaven after all.”