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Entry tags:	#madness2012, author: bonfoi, kink: frottage, kink: sex magic, kink: spanking, kink: voyeurism, week prompt: guilty pleasure week

Unexpected Gifts [R] (RL/SS)
Title:

Unexpected Gifts

Author: bonfoi
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape
Summary: Magic, their magic, was a match for anything the Dark Lord threw at them.
Challenge: hp_may_madness’s Kink 9: Spanking | Prompt: First time (for anything), Silence | Weekly Prompt: Guilty Pleasures
Word Count: 1,522
Genre: Alternate Universe; Missing Scenes; PWP; Grey!fic
Warnings: Grey!Remus; Grey!Severus; Frottage; Portrait Sex; Sex Magic; Voyeurism
A/N:

The House of Strangers collection
1 ~ A Special Reward
2 ~ Gifted | 3 ~ Focus
4 ~ Escape | 5 ~ Guarding His Bone | 6 ~ A Taste
7 ~ Impressions | 8 ~ Hunting Before the Moon | 9 ~ Unexpected Gifts
10 ~ Shared Experiences

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Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.

This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

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Brand popped into Severus' potions laboratory, the house-elf's teeth chattering. He visibly pulled himself together. "M-m-master Snape, yous must come. Come quick! Malfoy Senior's room."

Severus held out his hand for Remus' empty goblet of Wolfsbane and wiped it with a hank of clean sheep's-wool before setting it on his worktable. "I want you to go out and to the left, Lupin," he said in a low voice.

"Why? You'll need someone at your back." Remus looked around the room and then went up a shepherdess with a trio of frolicking lambs. "Miss?" he called softly. When the shepherdess moved closer, Remus smiled.

"Bo Peep, but you can call me Bo."

"Miss Bo, could you find Lady Helga and have her find Phineas Nigellus Black and bring him to this house?"

Bo Peep shooed away one of lambs when it began chewing on the ribbons on her crook. "What's in it for me?"

Remus put the tip of his wand against the frame and whispered a spell. Bo Peep began shivering and then thumped down on the grassy ground and drummed her heels. Severus walked closer, a strange look on his face. They watched the shepherdess silently writhing in the grass until her knees fell to the side and her feet stopped moving. She sat up on her elbows, bonnet askew, and a wide grin on her face.

"You're a right 'un, you are," she said in a low voice. "It's been ages since anyone...you happen to know Little Boy Blue?" she asked suddenly. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were shining. "He has the best lips and that tongue? Oh, mother!" Bo fanned herself and then climbed her crook to stand up. "I'll get Helga right away. Will you do that again sometime?" she leaned toward Remus with a glint in her eye.

"If you hurry, I'll come back and set the spell on this picture frame. You'll be able to trigger it whenever you want." Remus grinned over at Severus. "Now, hurry, and if Phineas comes soon enough, I might make it so you can share the experience..." Bo Peep and her lambs were running toward the other side of the frame.

"You just gave one my paintings an orgasm," Severus said in wondering voice. "That's the first time I've ever seen anything like that."

"Well, I was left alone much of my life. I had to amuse myself and learn about sex when my parents wouldn't tell me." Remus looked at Severus and grabbed his hand. "I will do anything I have to if it will keep you safe."

Severus squeezed Remus' hand. "I...I accept your help and concern," he said with difficulty. Good thing Remus could see his eyes and truly understand what he was saying. Shaking himself, Severus slowly let Remus' hand go. "Now, we must see why my house-elf is so upset. Thus, you go to the left and into the library. Go to the third edition of Caligostro's Venetian Love Hexes and pull it out—a hidden door will open. Follow the tunnel and you'll find yourself moving through the house. You'll see everything happening by saying 'Illuminati' and making an infinity at the wall. If you need get out, simply touch the wall and say 'Open Sesame'."

"'Open Sesame'?" Remus asked. "I see I'm going to have to talk at length with Great Aunt Helga. All right, then. Let's go."

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Severus ran down the hallway, feeling better for having Remus shadowing him within the walls. He saw two house-elves wringing their hands before the door. They jumped when Severus put his hands on their shoulders.

"Ohs, Master Snape, Senior hurts, screams," one of them whimpered.

"I'm here now. Go about your regular work. You have done well." They nodded unhappily but disappeared. Severus put his hand on the door knob and turned it, expecting to see pain and destruction.

Instead he saw Lucius Malfoy floating in the air, being contorted into painful bends and twists, his mouth open in a silent scream. Draco was casting Finite Incantatems in a never-ending stream. Once Severus was close enough, his Dark Mark pulsed, but without the intense pain. He looked down and saw small wolf tracks around the perimeter of the eaten-up mark. When he could see Lucius', his was emanating a foul green glow.

"Draco!" Severus shouted. "Draco!" He waited for Draco to drop his eyes to his. "Show me your Dark Mark," he ordered when the young wizard stopped incanting.

Draco pulled up his sleeve and turned his left forearm toward Severus. His Dark Mark was less green, a golden flame flickering around the edges. Could Remus' magic have touched the boy as well?

"We need to bring Lucius down. Now." Severus looked toward the wall. "Lupin! Get in here!"

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"Open Sesame!" Remus yelled. The wall shimmered and Remus pushed his way through it. He found Severus pulling at Lucius' hovering form on one side and Draco on the other. Lucius wasn't budging.

Remus added his might and suddenly Lucius was falling to the floor. It was Draco's quick thinking that conjured a thin pallet for his father to land upon. When Remus took his hands off, Lucius rose. When Severus removed his, again Lucius rose. "It's me, I don't need to hold him while you two do it," Draco huffed out.

"Then you'll be casting the spells." Remus experimented with having only one hand on Lucius and looked over at Severus. "One hand each and we channel our magic through Draco?" he asked.

"No." Draco was backpedalling. "No. That's dangerous!"

Severus held out his free hand. "Draco, you can do this," he said gently. His arm never wavered. "You have something more powerful than the Dark L—"

"The Dark Beetle," Remus interjected. "The Dark Beetle doesn't love. You love your father, you have love for Severus, too. Use that love to fuel your magic and we'll add our love to strengthen the spell."

Licking his lips, Draco slowly walked around his struggling, writhing father. When he stood between Severus and Remus, he put out his hand and Severus grasped it, and then Remus laid his hand over theirs.

"Repeat after me: "Libero pater. Nullus dolor est quem non longinquitas temporis minuat ac molliat." Draco repeated the spells slowly. "Again." Draco's incanting was stronger the second time.

Severus and Remus spoke together: "Again!" Draco's third time rang with power, the words almost forming in the air as the spell covered Lucius' body, soaking inside. He abruptly stilled under their hands, his body slowly relaxing. Severus and Remus slowly removed their hands, but Lucius stayed on the floor.

Draco sank down on his knees, sweat dampening his hair to his forehead. "What the hell just happened?" He rubbed absentmindedly at his left forearm and Remus reached out and pushed back his sleeve.

All three of them gaped at the changes in Draco's Dark Mark: it too was missing a portion as if a wolf had bitten into it.

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They settled Lucius with the house-elves for a bath and then bed. Then Severus directed Draco to his private library. Once a light meal of fresh bread, fruit and cheese with fortifying cups of tea was demolished, the three wizards looked at each other.

Severus sat tapping his lip. "Remus, would you mind showing us your turning mark?" he asked. His eyes were on Remus' face the whole time he spoke, knowing that what he was asking was tantamount to baring Remus' soul since Draco was with them.

"You want to see if my own Dark mark has changed, don't you?" Remus asked as he stood up and began unbuttoning his vest and shirt, shrugging the clothes aside to bare the scars left by Greyback's attack.

"May I?" Severus stood up and crossed the room to stand before Remus.

"Yes."

Severus reached out and ran his fingertips over Remus' scar, noticing that it seemed smoother, with a golden and green undertone. Severus leaned closer. There was a wolf print in the centre of the scar. "Your magic has put a paw print on you." Severus' fingertips rubbed over it.

"I feel like a third wheel," Draco said suddenly. "Can I go see Father?" He stood up and slipped away without either Severus or Remus noticing.

Bo Peep slipped into a convenient painting of a laboratory dragging Little Boy Blue. "I want you to watch what the one with the grey hair does, Blue. He's very good with his magic."

They watched Severus undress Remus, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the skin he revealed. Remus groaned under Severus' ministrations and then turned the tables on Severus by pulling him into a heated embrace and dragging the man's robes up and revealing long, bare legs. They ground together, Remus pulling Severus close and then gently spanking the pert globes under his hand, moans shivering between them.

"You can spank me, just like that, Blue. Especially if you kiss it exactly like the grey-haired one."

Little Boy Blue dropped his horn and pulled Bo Peep against him. Soon he was mimicking everything Remus was doing to Severus.

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