|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2007-08-08 17:19:00
|Entry tags:||coauthor: cruisedirector, hp fic affinity, hp fic kink, hp fic remus/severus|
HP fic: Affinity, part 1 [Remus/Severus, adult]
Title: Affinity, part 1
Authors: celandineb and cruisedirector
Warnings: watersports, rimming
Summary: Snape thinks he loathes academic conferences, but he might just change his mind. Also here.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling invented Snape and Lupin. We have only ourselves to blame for their behavior here.
Snape loathed academic conferences, but Minerva had insisted that he attended this year's Dark Arts Convention for appearance's sake, even though he was back to teaching Potions again. The gathering was being held at a dreadful old hotel in Surrey, with accommodations so atrocious that the attendees were required to share bathrooms. Which was how Snape found himself lounging in the tub, attempting to get in a few minutes of relaxation before he had to face a crowd of witches and wizards who would all be staring at him and whispering behind his back, when his calm was interrupted by Remus Lupin barging into the room.
He was almost, but not quite, too startled to say in his most supercilious voice, "I was unaware that being a werewolf exempted one from the common courtesy of knocking before entering, Remus." The other man had the grace to flush, the scars on his face and hands showing white against the reddened skin. "My apologies, Severus." He was unbuttoning his trousers as he spoke. "I'm afraid I cannot wait."
"Really," drawled Snape in an attempt not to sound pleased. "A bit too much wine at the reception?" He tilted his head, hoping that he looked curious rather than as if he was craning his neck to get a look at Lupin's prick... which, of course, was what he was doing. "How fortunate for you that I didn't lock the door."
"Yes. I would have been more than a little uncomfortable," Lupin said, beginning to piss. The sound of urine against porcelain spoke most insistently to Snape's cock. He laid one hand on it, partly to conceal -- if Lupin looked -- partly to stroke gently as he listened. "What would you have done?"
"I'd have pissed on your pillows and then Scourgified them," replied Snape with a certain satisfaction, feeling his prick leap against his palm at the thought. "Isn't that what wolves do... mark enemy territory?"
"Are we enemies?" Lupin asked. He must have had a great deal of wine at the reception, or perhaps the Muggle beer, for the yellow stream continued to flow full-force. Snape twisted a little more, as casually as he could, his eyes fixed on Lupin.
"I'd hardly describe us as friends," he said. "It isn't as if we get drunk together, after all." Though at the moment he couldn't think why not. Getting a great deal of alcohol into Lupin was looking like a delightful idea. His prick twitched once again in his hand and he gave it a stroke beneath the surface of the water.