McKay (scribbulus_ink) wrote in blessedmoon, @ 2006-01-26 17:16:00 |
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Original poster: scribbulus_ink
Title: Brotherly Love
Rated: hard R
Pairing: Severus/Remus/Serenus
Notes: If you don't read snark_n_bark, all you need to know is that Serenus is Snape's twin brother (Severus is the "evil" twin; Serenus is the "good" twin; in true soap fashion, they were separated at birth). This is an AU scene, not meant to reflect what actually happened following the in-game scene.
Warning: incest
Word count: 3,730
Notes: Written as a gift for karasu_hime. It's a little AU ficlet, a present from cocoa_cardigan, ensnared_senses, and serenus_snape.
Remus padded back to the moonlit master bedroom, closing the door most of the way but not letting it catch. Cymbeline had been an absolute darling, taking her middle-of-the-night feeding quietly - well, after the initial fuss that had roused Remus to begin with - then dropping right back off to sleep once she had been changed and replaced in the cradle. For that Remus was extremely grateful, not relishing walking the floor all night with a cranky baby.
He crossed to the bed, then stopped, arrested at the sight of both Severus and Serenus lying upon it, the dim light making the two men indistinguishable from each other. The same high cheekbones, the same regal curve of nose, the same proud chin. Identical heads of long dark hair. Identical long, lean bodies, covered by a sheet and obscured, but Remus knew to a fault how each of them looked, how deep the physical similarities ran. After all, he had seen Serenus almost nude when they had done the make-up testing, and the bits that Remus hadn't seen he had no reason to believe were any different from Severus', any more than the shared Snape nose.
Stifling a silent groan, Remus berated himself for thinking about that. Especially when it had been days since he and Severus had had the time and energy to do more than cuddle. Especially when both of them were sleeping so soundly and peacefully.
Especially when he had absolutely no willpower to stop thinking about it. Damn it.
Amber eyes glittered in the darkness as Remus stared at the twins, a desperate longing singing through him at the sight. He wanted Severus rather desperately at the moment, and Serenus... well, that was icing on the cake. After their incredibly close bonding experience this evening, Remus wondered if perhaps, just perhaps, Serenus would be interested in something more. A whole new level to "brotherly love", as it were.
Drawing in a ragged breath, Remus tried to block the visions that his wayward mind was conjuring. He stepped up to the bed, moving the sheet and settling in next to Severus. He had been sleeping on the other side, next to Serenus, but given his current state he didn't want to shock Serenus by any inadvertent contact with an aroused lycanthrope. Fortunately the bed really was very large, and Remus cuddled up tight against Severus' back, knowing that his lover wouldn't mind the same contact that Serenus might not like at all.
Severus had stirred at the distant sound of Cymbeline wailing, waking just enough to realize that Remus was getting out of bed to take care of her middle of the night feeding. The pragmatist in him decided against speaking up and volunteering to help or take over; Remus was already up, after all, and there was no sense in both of them being dragged out of a warm, comfortable bed. Severus made a mental note to take the next feeding and nestled into his pillow again.
Beside him, Serenus roused as well. "Is that...?" he mumbled drowsily.
"Remus is taking care of her," Severus replied, shifting closer to his brother. It was quite different sleeping next to someone who wasn't Remus, but Serenus' long body was warm and fit snugly against his own; it wasn't long before he drifted off, floating in the twilight realm between sleeping and waking.
Until he became aware of a warm body pressed against his back.
An aroused warm body, no less. There was no mistaking what was nudging against him for anything other than what it was. Amused, he wriggled back against Remus, deliberately teasing; the recent dry spell that had left them both tense with need for hot, naked skin, for hungry kisses, for losing themselves in the rhythm of the ancient dance of sweat-slick bodies. Now wasn't a good time to indulge that need, but Severus would take what he could get.
"Feeding our daughter turns you on?" he asked, the sarcasm of the question undermined by the sleep-husky softness of his voice.
Remus had to suppress a moan of pure need as Severus' body moved against him, wiggling and tormenting him, the insufferable git. He lifted his head, placing his lips close to Severus' ear, snaking an arm around Severus' waist and pulling him even closer. A warm tongue traced the tempting shell beneath his lips, and Remus breathed in greedily the spicy scent of Severus' skin.
"No," he murmured softly, hoping that Serenus was asleep and wouldn't hear. His breath ghosted against Severus' ear, and he punctuated the denial with a sharp nip at the tender lobe. "Looking at you - at two of you, cuddled up in this bed together... well, I'm only human, Severus. I can't help the wicked thoughts it's giving me, can I?"
Severus bit back a low moan at the feel of Remus' tongue tracing his ear, and Remus' breath on his damp skin made him shiver, his own arousal beginning to build as Remus retaliated against his teasing. But at his words, Severus' eyebrows climbed nearly to his hairline, and he shifted so he could look at Remus over his shoulder. "Are you saying that you had salacious thoughts about me and my own brother?"
On the other side of Severus, Serenus lay still; he knew he shouldn't be listening to their conversation -- especially not this one! -- but he was intrigued. And not unaffected, he had to admit with chagrin.
Remus smiled in wicked satisfaction as Severus shivered against him, his hand beginning to stroke the taut skin of Severus' abdomen through the fabric of Severus' night shirt. God, how he wanted to feel that pale, warm skin beneath his palm! Moving his hand down Severus' body, he caressed over Severus' hip, then down Severus' leg until he encountered the hem of the nightshirt. He slipped his hand beneath it, pushing it up slightly, his fingers tracing idle circles on the firm flesh of Severus' thigh.
"Does that bother you?" Remus asked, pulling the lobe of Severus' ear between his lips and sucking hard for a moment, before releasing it with another nip. "You know how wild the sight of you makes me, Severus. I can't help it if the thought of both of you makes me insane. And after tonight... he's part of us, Severus. Somehow I don't think anything between the three of us could be wrong, because we matter to each other, very, very much. All of us. Don't tell me you don't feel it, too - you wouldn't have kissed him if you didn't love him."
"You are a very wicked werewolf," Severus said, half-moaning the words as Remus stroked his bare thigh. "Not to mention a damned tease. What do you expect we can do about it now?"
His face burning with a blend of embarrassment and arousal after having heard the intimate discussion, Serenus decided it was time to make a strategic retreat while he was still capable of walking. "Er. I could go to the guest bedroom and give you some privacy," he said, trying not to budge, because if he touched either of them, even if by accident, he wasn't certain he'd be able to make it out of the bed, especially not after hearing what Remus had said -- and the fact that Severus didn't seem at all upset about it. Part of him was all warm and squishy over the indirect admission of love. The other part of him, however, wanted to dive in and shag them both silly, which was probably out of the question. Fantasies were one thing; making them a reality, especially with your own brother, was quite another.
Remus was about to answer Severus' question with a teasing suggestion, when Serenus spoke. Amber eyes went wide with surprise, and he held very still, a flush of embarrassment and increased arousal stealing over his whole body as he realized Serenus had been awake, had heard every damning word. Bugger. Hopefully the conversation hadn't just undone all the uncomplicated acceptance that had occurred between them that night.
Drawing in a breath, Remus was about to speak a meek apology, when something struck him forcefully over the familiar aroma of Severus' arousal. It was similar to Severus' scent, perhaps a tad less spicy, a hint more subtle and sweet, but also laced with the unmistakable musk of a very aroused male. A feral smile curved Remus' lips, as he realized that Serenus apparently wanted them as much as they wanted him.
"You could," Remus said, his voice a low, husky growl. His hand, which had stilled on Severus' thigh, pushed up higher under Severus' nightshirt, coiling around Severus and squeezing slightly. "Or you could stay. If you want to, that is, Serenus. I promised you earlier, we'd never do anything you don't want." Not that what Serenus wanted was in any doubt in Remus' mind - but still, Serenus could leave, if he had the willpower to fight it. "Right, Severus?"
As soon as Remus' fingers curled around him and began to stroke and squeeze, Severus bowed out of the conversation. He didn't care what they decided as long as it meant Remus didn't stop doing that, and all of his higher brain function was shutting down anyway, overruled by his lizard brain, which was making rather strident demands. He did manage to say "right" in a strangled voice, but if either of them expected to get anything more verbally complex than "sex now" out of him, they would be sorely disappointed.
Serenus boggled silently for a moment, stunned by the invitation, and then he rolled over so he could see what they were doing as well as hear them, especially since whatever-it-was was causing Severus to make some interesting noises. "I want to stay," he said, his tone firm, without a trace of hesitation.
The feral smile was still in place, and Remus gave a pleased growl, both at Severus' sounds and Serenus' acquiescence. "Good," he said throatily, raising up into a sitting position but not releasing his hold on Severus. He leaned forward over the curve of Severus' hip, eyes holding Serenus'. "Come here, then. I want to taste you."
Immediately, Serenus lunged up and snaked out one hand, clamping it on the back of Remus' head as he dove in for an enthusiastic kiss. He wanted to taste and be tasted, and he wasn't about to waste the opportunity. With a low moan, he parted his lips and slipped his tongue out, skimming it along Remus' bottom lip before deepening the kiss.
Severus echoed that moan as he turned his gaze up so he could watch them kiss; Remus' fingers were still driving him mad, and the sight of their embrace -- the soft sounds of pleasure, the fleeting glimpses of tongues, the hunger evident in both their faces -- was helping push him towards the edge.
He wasn't going to lie back and let Remus have all the fun, however. Reaching out, he trailed his fingertips down Serenus' bare chest to the waistband of his pajama bottoms, tugging at it and slipping his fingers beneath it, smugly satisfied with the hitch in Serenus' breathing that it caused.
Still growling softly, Remus parted his lips, drawing Serenus' tongue into his mouth with eager hunger. Just as his scent was similar to Severus', so was Serenus' taste, similar but still distinctively Serenus. His free hand moved to Serenus' chest, nails raking over the warm smooth skin, going for the spots that always made Severus break out in gooseflesh.
When Serenus' breath caught, Remus pulled back from the kiss, eyes glittering as he saw what Severus was doing. "Yes," he murmured, turning back to nip Serenus' lower lip, then suck on it hungrily.
Drawing back once more, Remus looked into Serenus' eyes. "Kiss him, Serenus. I want to watch you kiss Severus like you kissed me."
Serenus marveled at how both Remus and Severus seemed to know exactly where to touch him to make him want to gibber and scream in the best possible way. It was, he supposed, one of the perks of being identical twins: Severus knew because they shared the same pleasure points, and Remus knew because he knew how and where to touch Severus. He suspected that having both of them work him over with such expertise was going to kill him, but he would die very happy indeed.
He glanced down at Severus, quirking an eyebrow. "Is he always this bossy?"
"No." Severus' voice was a low purr. "But you should see him when it's close to the full moon."
Serenus thought about the implications and shivered -- and then yelped when Severus yanked at his pajamas.
"Do as you're told!" Severus demanded, yanking again, and Serenus chuckled as he bent over to kiss Severus as instructed. Not that it was at all a hardship.
Cupping Severus' cheek in his palm, he brushed his lips against Severus', nipping at his bottom lip before claiming his mouth. Severus let go of his pajamas and plunged his fingers into Serenus' hair, his fingers tightening on the back of Serenus' head -- and the battle was on. Soft growls and moans punctuated the kiss as they dueled with lips and teeth and tongue, both giving as good as they got, neither willing to yield.
Remus gave a low, evil chuckle at the byplay - yes, he was definitely more wolfish near the full moon, but the thought of both Severus and Serenus, together, was almost as potent. Then the twins were kissing each other, almost making it a sensual skirmish, and Remus thought he might spontaneously combust just watching them.
With a final squeeze he released Severus, not wanting to send him over the edge when the fun was just starting. Instead Remus drew back enough to remove his pajama bottoms, while remaining close enough to continue to watch the proceedings. On his knees, he moved over Severus' legs so that he could put his arms around Serenus from behind, and caressed Serenus' chest and abdomen with both hands.
Knowing how much Severus liked it when Remus growled, Remus began low rumble, which vibrated as he pressed against Serenus' back. Placing his mouth close to Serenus' ear, he nipped at the lobe as he had Severus', the low sound of his growling now audible as well.
"Oh, God..." Serenus' eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the growl vibrating against his skin, and he gasped when Remus nipped at his ear, the sound of the growl arousing him even more. The muscles in his stomach were quivering beneath Remus' hands, and he wanted to do something -- anything -- to respond to the pleasure Remus was giving him.
Remus was behind him and thus inaccessible, but Severus was right there within easy reach. He knew what he liked, and considering the success Remus and Severus had been having in figuring that out, he thought he had a good shot at making Severus' toes curl as well.
Bending his head, he began trailing kisses along Severus' neck, punctuating them with bites and licking at certain spots, and he braced himself on one hand so he could free the other to caress Severus' chest, fingers splayed as he stroked and explored. Beneath him, Severus threw back his head, offering better access to his neck, and moaned; he wound his long arms around Serenus, reaching out to Remus as well, and writhed, his body twisting up as if eager for each touch of Serenus' hands.
The sight of Serenus caressing Severus, the feel of Severus' hands on Remus' own skin, and especially the sounds of Severus moaning in pleasure, all of it made the curl of desire in Remus' belly wind tighter and tighter. He was torn between wanting to take things further, right now, and watching and waiting to see what the other two would do. In the end he decided to wait, continuing the growling, continuing caressing Serenus, and wiggling his hips against Serenus' to further drive him mad.
Severus fisted one hand in Serenus' hair and yanked his head up, fixing him with a fierce glare. "Enough teasing," he growled, and then he transferred the glare up to Remus. "Both of you. It's been too damned long since we've had the time or energy for sex thanks to the little yowler, and my patience is at an end. You," he said, looking at Serenus again, "don't get to shag me. That's Remus' right alone. Anything else is fair game, as long as Remus doesn't object."
"Fair enough." Serenus glanced over his shoulder, arching a questioning eyebrow at Remus. "I don't have any objections to being shagged by either of you. What about you, Remus?"
"I'm good any way you want," Remus murmured, moving his hands so that he could run his nails down Serenus' back, scratching lightly. His eyes gleamed golden in the light of the waxing moon outside the window. "This evening, this night... it's about you, Serenus, about helping you heal. About showing you that we - both of us - feel that you are a part of us, of our lives. Tell us what you want to do."
Moving a bit so that he could get to Severus, he claimed Severus' lips in a deep, drugging kiss. His tongue invaded Severus' mouth, and he moaned at the trace of Serenus he detected mingled with Severus' distinctive taste. Then he pulled back, gazing deep into Severus' eyes, mouthing "love you" before turning to gaze at Serenus, licking his lips slightly. "I have no objection to you shagging me," Remus said, eyes going half lidded. "None at all."
Severus' mouth curved in a smug smile at the forcefulness of the kiss and at the mouthed words; even though he was sharing Remus with his brother, he knew the truth: Remus was all his, and nothing could change that. "Good," he said, his voice a lazy purr. "Now that we have that sorted, let's get on with it."
"That sounds like an excellent plan to me," Serenus replied, untangling himself from Remus' embrace and reaching for his wand on the bedside table. Their urgency was adding to his own, and as he stripped away his pajamas, he found himself just as eager as they seemed to be for this to happen -- and to happen quickly.
Remus turned back to nip Severus' throat sharply, just below Severus' ear, before grinning and drawing back. He lay down on his back, next to Serenus, then held out his arms invitingly to Serenus. "Come here," he whispered. "Let us love you."
Serenus smiled as he let himself be enfolded in Remus' arms again, the warmth of acceptance and love washing over him; he'd never imagined he would be with them like this, but it felt right. It felt perfect. He bent and nuzzled Remus' neck, murmuring the words of the preparatory spells against Remus' skin, and then he tossed his wand aside, a heartfelt groan of pleasure and need escaping him as he pushed and slid easily into place.
Rolling away just long enough to retrieve his own wand, Severus watched as Remus accepted another man into his arms -- into his body. Not just any man, though. Severus' brother. And Severus wasn't going to be left out, either. But he wanted to watch first, drinking in the sight of a flush of arousal blooming on Remus' skin, the sinuous, graceful movements of their bodies. Reaching out, he skimmed his hand along the length of Serenus' sweat-damp back and leaned close to kiss Remus; he wouldn't say the words aloud, preferring to leave the ridiculous soppiness to them, but he loved them both, and he could feel the bond they were forging growing stronger with every passing moment.
He moved at last, unable to bear just watching any longer. Serenus was moaning almost continuously, the sound stirring Severus' blood; his body ached, the memory of what Serenus was now experiencing imprinted on every cell, and he swiftly murmured the necessary spells before claiming his brother with a slow, easy thrust.
Remus gasped, eyes sliding shut as Serenus claimed him. It felt wonderful, so similar to Severus and yet different, too. Warm and deep and so very, very good, and Remus panted, fitting himself to Serenus' rhythm with ease, hands on Serenus' shoulders, fingers stroking and caressing.
Then Severus kissed him, and Remus' eyes opened. He smiled at Severus, eyes full of love and gratitude and a touch of mischief, recalling as he did Severus' admonishment that he was a naughty wolf. Well, that was just fine, given that Severus was about to be very naughty indeed.
Amber eyes glittered as he watched Severus move against Serenus, and Remus groaned at the sensual sight. This was so good, so right, and Remus couldn't help but give himself over to it, to the closeness, to feeling of their bodies entwined. He couldn't hold back, want and need and the wanton abandonment of it all overcoming him, and with a ragged cry of "Yes!", Remus shattered, arching against Serenus, fingers digging into Serenus shoulders as Remus gave in to the power of his release.
Taking and being taken -- Serenus had never experienced anything that came close to the power and the pleasure of the dual sensation. He wanted to bury himself deep; he wanted to push back greedily. It was too much -- he was already wound up tight, and the feel of Remus shattering beneath him made him snap. With a hoarse cry, he reached his own release, and as if attuned to him on this most primal level, Severus followed an instant later.
He gave a soft keen of loss as Severus eased away from him slowly and carefully, and he reluctantly followed suit. But then Severus' arms were around him, pulling him over and down. He heard Severus murmur "scourgify", and then Severus was nestled against his back, pressing close and tangling their legs. Smiling, he reached out to draw Remus into the tight, warm snuggle, feeling relaxed and sated and loved. Their acceptance of him into their family -- especially to this extent -- swept away the loss and regret tied up in the nearly-forty years of separation from his brother. They were family -- his family -- and that was the most precious gift he had ever been given.