Birthday Wish Fulfilled for: hogwartshoney
From: A Masterful Member

Title: Proof, or it didn’t happen.
Characters/Pairings: Remus/Charlie, Remus/Kingsley, Remus/Severus
Rating: NC - 17
Kinks/Themes Included: voyeurism, anal, oral, masturbation
Other Warnings/Content: rough sex, shamelessly manipulative Remus
Word Count: 2500
Summary/Description: Remus likes to brag. Severus has a hard time believing him.
Author's Notes: Dear Giftee, thank you for the wonderful prompt, I hope you enjoy the story, it was a blast to write! And Happy Birthday, Daily Deviant!



“That’s bollocks,” Severus spluttered, slamming his beer on the table. He quickly glanced around, making sure his outburst hadn’t attracted unwanted attention, but the throng of Muggles around them paid him little mind, too focused on the match on the telly.

“I don’t believe you,” he said, somewhat calmer, and Lupin’s lips quirked in amusement.

He had no idea how the talk had veered in that direction, especially after only about twenty minutes and three Muggle beers. What would make Lupin say a thing like that? And to him, of all people. He was clearly lying, perhaps trying to provoke him into saying something equally inappropriate. That was the only thing that made sense at the moment. It wouldn’t work. He would not engage in the conversation. Simple as that.

“When?” The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it.

“Started just after Bill’s wedding.”

“Started,” Severus said. Not just one time, then.

There was a hint of smugness in Lupin’s expression when he nodded.

“How would…how?” he asked, all traces of eloquence seemingly gone.

Lupin popped a peanut into his mouth, then took a sip of his beer, clearly enjoying watching him squirm. “Just happened, I suppose.”

“Right after the wedding? When everyone in the Order was scrambling about, when there was barely enough time for meetings as it was?” Lupin shrugged. “I don’t believe you,” he repeated. “I wouldn’t believe it if I saw it with my own eyes.”

It was hard to describe what happened in that moment, but something in Lupin’s expression changed, there was a new glint in his eye that made Severus wonder if he’d just said exactly what Lupin wanted him to. If he’d fallen right into his trap.

“I could prove it, of course,” Lupin said, almost nonchalant.

“How?”

“I believe you’ve mentioned you always keep a Pensieve with you.”

Severus tried very, very hard to keep his expression neutral. For the third, or perhaps seventh, time that evening, he wished he wasn’t stuck in that Muggle Pub with Lupin. But Lupin had rented a room upstairs, so he had insisted they meet there, and apparently England was playing the World Cup Semi-finals, so there wouldn’t be a soul on the street for at least another hour. Which meant walking out was too risky, and these days the Dark Lord kept a close eye on any Death Eaters Apparating to suspicious locations, damned that Mark.

“Or you could just take my word for it, of course,” Lupin said. The mischievous look on his face would’ve made his Hogwarts friends proud. Manipulative bastard.

But he got just what he wanted, of course. Severus’ curiosity had been piqued, and he would never back down from the challenge. So, without another word, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a miniaturized Pensieve. And Lupin quickly pulled a strand of silver from his head and into the bowl. And Severus reached forward, dipped a finger into the swirling memory, and dove right in.

The world around him swirled for a moment, and when it came back into focus he found himself standing in a garden, the Burrow to his left, a tool shed to his right, and Charlie Weasley standing a few feet in front of him. Barely clothed and sweaty, chopping wood as if his life depended on it, Charlie Weasley.

His arms, bulging with muscle on a normal day, looked even more daunting, or perhaps the word he was looking for was riveting, as he swung the axe over one shoulder, and then brought it down hard, neatly splitting the wood down in half. The tattoo of a green Romanian Longhorn covered the top left side of his chest, most of his shoulder, and wound around his arm, all the way down to his wrist. Severus had, once or twice before, got a glimpse of the tip of the dragon’s tail wrapped along Charlie’s forearm, and that had been enough to make his mind wonder. Now he knew he would never erase the image of the entire dragon, and the body it adorned, from his brain. Not that he would ever want to.

The rest of the man was just as delectable, of course, the other tattoos, the hard muscles, the freckled skin, the scars that came from such a dangerous job, such a dangerous life. And that was only what was visible at the moment.

“You do know there are spells for that, right?” Lupin’s voice came from his side, but Severus didn’t turn to look at him. Instead, his eyes travelled over Charlie, enjoying the view.

Charlie gave a grunt, turned to pick up a new log. “Need to keep busy.”

“I know the feeling,” Lupin said, leisurely walking closer.

“Right. Full moon tomorrow,” Charlie said after a moment, then swung the axe again, split the log in half, and reached for yet another one. “Bill’s all but climbing the walls.”

“It’s hard at first. When you don’t know how to take the edge off. I’ve found a nice workout works best for me.”

“You’re welcome to join me. There should be another axe around here somewhere.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of a good, long ride,” Lupin said, and it was enough to make Severus turn to look at him. There it was, that glint in his eye again, smug and challenging and bloody infuriating.

“It’s almost dark,” Charlie said, “probably not the best time for a flight. But there are some brooms in the shed if you want.”

“The shed sounds perfect,” Lupin said. “Fancy a ride?”

Charlie finally stopped what he was doing and looked at him. Then smiled. “Actually, I think I might,” he said, then put down the axe and walked to the shed, Lupin close behind him, and Severus right on their heel.

They barely spoke after that, something Severus was quite grateful for. He wasn’t sure he could process any words at the moment. Not as he watched them struggle to rip each other’s clothes off, not when Charlie pushed Lupin against a wall and devoured his mouth, not when Lupin pushed Charlie against the opposite wall and all but devoured his cock. The light flickered in the shed, making the tattoos on Charlie’s body seem to come to life. His muscles flexed as he buried his hands in Lupin’s hair and buried his cock down Lupin’s throat. And Lupin let him, taking him deep, moaning around his length until Charlie was cursing, and buckling, and Lupin’s fingers in Charlie’s mouth barely muffled his shout as he came, and it was a fucking glorious sight.

Then Lupin moved in a blur, and Charlie was suddenly bent over Arthur’s old car, and Lupin pushed his cock straight into him, and Severus couldn’t be sure Lupin had prepared him at all, but the groan he heard was all fucking pleasure. He felt enthralled as he watched them, all that power, all that strength, solely focused on taking what they wanted. Lupin fucked Charlie hard and deep, almost lifting his feet off the floor with every thrust, and Charlie just took it and pushed back for more.

It felt like hours before Lupin came, one hand buried in Charlie’s hair, pulling him up and back against his chest, the other wrapped around Charlie’s cock milking him for all he was worth, making him come all over the car.

Lupin took a few moments to get his breathing back under control, and then he stepped back. His cock slipped out of Charlie, and Severus could see the come slowly sliding down his thighs. In that instant he knew that if this hadn’t been all a memory, if he had really been there, he would have pushed Lupin out of the way in a second, he would’ve slid his cock right into Charlie’s arse, and he would’ve fucked him so hard neither of them would’ve been able to walk for a week.

“I think I’m starting to believe the rumours about you and Kingsley,” Charlie said, voice hoarse, barely more than a whisper, and he could hear Lupin laugh, just as the shed swirled and vanished around him, and he found himself once more sitting in that filthy Muggle pub, surrounded by shouting men, with a smug-looking Lupin sitting across the table and his cock so hard it was a wonder he still has enough blood left for his brain. And still he managed to flush.

“So?” Lupin said.

“So,” he replied. It was a wonder he could get that much out.

Lupin’s mouth tilted up, cocky bastard. His eyes seemed to bore into Severus as he took a long swig of his beer. Severus watched the way his lips wrapped around the neck of the bottle, then thought back to the way they’d wrapped around Charlie’s cock, and he had to bite his tongue to stifle a groan.

“Believe me now?”

Severus had to clear his throat, and his mind, before he managed to speak again. “I suppose I do. Although I doubt you needed to share the entire memory.”

Lupin’s cocky smile seemed to grow at Severus’ words. “I doubt you needed to watch the entire memory. And that was perhaps half the memory of that night. At most.”

Severus’ fingers tightened around the bottle in his hand, but his voice was almost back to normal when he said, “You may have fucked Charlie Weasley but there’s no way in hell you fucked Kingsley, too.”

Why would he goad Lupin like that? It was clearly possible, considering what he’d just seen, so why the fuck would he challenge him again? And why would Lupin simply pull another memory into the Pensieve without a word, and barely a hint of a smile? And why, in Merlin’s name, would Severus dive right in?

This time he was at the Ministry, in one of the rooms the Aurors used for training. The Order had been welcome to train there, once, long ago. The lights were dimmed, but he could see the large room was covered in debris. What was left of it strangely resembled Hogwarts’ Great Hall. In the middle of the room was Kingsley, wand firmly held in hand, Auror robes torn on one side, face covered in a fine layer of dust. He looked more alive than Severus had seen him in quite some time.

“I take it you’re not happy with your new desk job,” Lupin said, leaning casually against the wall to one side.

“They say I’m too valuable to have on the field these days. Bloody pencil pushers,” Kingsley said, as he turned the room back to its original state with a wave of his wand. “Needed to let off some steam, or I might just blow someone to pieces during tomorrow’s meeting.” He rolled his shoulders, cracked his knuckles, then stepped closer to Lupin. “So, what brings you here this fine evening?”

“I came to ask if you’d go over Arthur’s latest reports with me, but you hardly seem to be in the mood.”

Kingsley’s bark of laughter made Lupin smile that knowing smile again. “A day before the full moon, and you expect me to believe you wanted to talk about reports?” He started walking as he spoke, motioned for Lupin to follow.

They ducked through a small door, and Severus rushed through the room in pursuit. He lost track of them for a second in the winding hallways, and a strange sense of dread filled him. He didn’t want to miss a thing. But he was inside Lupin’s memory, so he knew they couldn’t be very far.

By the time he caught up with them again they had made it to the locker room. To the shower stalls, to be more specific.

The Auror robes, form-fitting as they were, clearly still managed to hide just how magnificent a body Kingsley possessed. Lupin clearly had a type, and it seemed to match Severus’ down to a T. He was all sharp angles and firm muscles, moving with an almost feral quality as he caged Lupin in, one hand on each side of his head, his body pressing Lupin hard, rhythmically, into the wall.

Severus watched from a few feet away as the two men, slick with water, moved in unison. Kingsley leaned back, keeping his lower body flush with Lupin’s, and glanced down to watch their cocks slide against one another. A decision Severus could wholeheartedly agree with. What a sight it was.

Soon, their thrusts were gaining speed, their breathings becoming deeper, more labored, their muscles tensing as the pleasure mounted, and when Kingsley reached down between their bodies, Severus could barely hold back a groan of his own. His hand, large as it was, could barely grasp the two cocks together, so a second later Lupin’s own hand came to join it, wrapping around the two cocks from the other side, their fingertips touching as they stroked themselves and each other to orgasm, crashing their mouths together at the last second to muffle the groans Severus wished he could’ve heard.

And just as they were coming down from the high, just when they leaned back, and Severus could see the come splashed on their hands, cocks and stomachs being slowly washed away by the water, new voices and loud steps coming from somewhere behind him broke the moment, and Kingsley grabbed Lupin around the waist and Apparated them both away, and the memory vanished around Severus, leaving him horny, frustrated, and back in that damned Muggle pub, sitting across from a smug-looking Lupin, that bloody glint still in his eye.

He stared at Lupin in silence for long moments, unsure just what to say, and Lupin stared right back, that damn smugness turning into curiosity. Finally Severus cleared his throat, adjusted his throbbing cock as discreetly as he could, and glanced out the pub’s front window. He could see the moon there, low and bright, just a sliver away from full. Suddenly, things started to make sense.

“Full moon tomorrow?” he asked.

“Yes. Been restless all day.”

He turned back to Lupin, surprised to feel his lips twitch almost into a smile. This certainly wasn’t how he’d expected the night to go. “So, is that why there have been so many bloody meetings lately?”

“There’s always some new development to discuss,” Lupin said with a shrug. “Perhaps next time you shouldn’t be quite so eager to be the first one out the door.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” he said. “I have to admit, I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Oh, trust me, I have it in me,” Lupin laughed, then reached into his pocket and pulled something out. Placed it on the table between them. It was the key for his room upstairs. “You could have it in you, too, if you want,” he said. “I think you could probably have it in you in about seven minutes.”