Rosy (real_life_rosy) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2008-08-01 15:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic: nc17, prompt: fantasy fest 08 |
Fantasy Fest Fic: I'm Not That Girl, NC17
Title: I'm Not That Girl
Author: Rosy
Rating: NC17
Pairings/Characters: Snupin with a dash of Charlie
Challenge: Fantasy Fest
Summary: Lupin was alright... until things changed drastically
Disclaimer: I found the poor things abandoned in the gutter! I swear!.... ok yeah, they aren't mine. But I loves them sooooo!
Warnings: genderswitch. Het and slash in the saaaame fic.
Note: There is a secret Rosy-like twist. buahahaha 15 -- R can handle his secret crush on male S. When S is turned (temp)female, R is driven insane by his need & lust. How does he court her? How does he control his impulses? First time sex with Female!S. Bonus-m/m sex at end! Bonus2-someone else also crushes on F!S. Set during the summer before OotP... but really completely ignores almost any canon. XD
Notes for this section: Bring on the gay smut! and mpreg
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Part Three
Remus walked back into the bedroom late the next morning. He had woken up first, gingerly leaving the bed so that Severus could sleep a little longer, curled up on her side. He paused a moment, admiring the pale expanse of her back and the taper of her spine. Her hair was pulled over one shoulder, hiding her face for the moment. He would have loved to let her sleep, but part of inviting a lover to bed was to feed them in the morning. He grinned, and slid into bed behind her.
"Severus?" he murmured, gently running his fingers over her side. "Severus, c'mon. Wake up." He slid closer, kissing her shoulder. He heard Severus sigh sleepily, shifting a little. He grinned and kissed her spine again. "I've made a good fry up for breakfast," he coaxed, trailing soft, warm kissed along her back. "Eggs... potatoes... toast and jam..." Severus hummed, waking slowly. Her leg shifted, her knee lifting to expose the shadowed crease of her arse and the temptation waiting beyond it. Remus purred, shifting lower. "We can always skip breakfast of course," Remus growled, watching her shiver as he lathed the small of her back. His hand slid along her thigh and then under it...
Remus froze.
"Mmm... don't stop..." Severus mumbled in a low, sleepy voice. Remus stared at Snape for a moment, and then gingerly removed his hand. Severus made a disappointed groan... especially when Remus' fingertips brushed against his balls.
His... balls... Severus... Remus had to shake his head. He shook Severus' shoulder, trying to get the potions master to wake up. "Severus. Severus!"
"Mmf?" Severus rolled over, blinking. "What? ughn..." He covered his eyes with the crook of his elbow, shielding them from the sunlight flooding into the bedroom. "Remus it's too bloody early..." he groaned.
"Severus!" Remus said, exasperated and... somewhat hysterical... "Severus, you're a man!"
Severus blinked slowly at him, then glanced down at his very flat chest. "...well the lack of breasts is a good clue, yes." He groaned, obviously still sleepy and probably a little hungover. He rolled over onto his back, settling himself against the pillows. "...mm... is that sausage I smell?"
Remus stared at him, his brain not coming up with anything cogent to say in the wake of this... easy acceptance. He was quite sure his jaw was hanging loosely, which was confirmed when Severus said, "Do close your mouth, Remus. You do a poor imitation of a codfish."
"You... knew this would happen..." Remus said finally, comprehension starting to dawn.
Severus shrugged. "I had a theory," he said simply. "I wasn't entirely sure, of course, but the theory itself was sound."
Remus gaped, quite gobsmacked. "You... but... you were a woman!"
Severus eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Whose name were you calling last night?" he suddenly demanded.
Remus had to blink... he hadn't called out another woman's name, he knew. "I... called your name..."
"And did you forget that Severus is a man's name?" Severus asked, raising an eyebrow. Remus flushed a little. "Besides, I already knew."
"...knew what?" Remus asked, his stomach dropping to his shoes.
Severus snorted, shaking his head. His voice dipped into the low, warm husk. "The way you look at me. The way your body tenses ever so slightly, to muffle or drown whatever reaction you're having to my presence. The way your nostrils flare to catch my scent whenever I'm in the room." Remus found himself swallowing dryly at the velvety baritone caress of his voice. "I was confused, at first, at why my presence would evoke that kind of reaction. After all, you generally either try to ignore me or maintain that calm, polite exterior you insist on showing to the world. I wouldn't have put it past Black to try and use my perceived predilections to shame me in front of the Order, but he isn't smart enough to try that style of subterfuge. And you wouldn't."
"...wouldn't what?" Remus asked, still reeling from the fact that he had gone to bed with a woman and woke up with a man.
Severus' lips quirked in what had to be a slight smile. "As intelligent as you are, you couldn't pull off the sort of guile required for that type of deceit," he said simply. "So, I came to the conclusion that your reactions were genuine and were, in fact, completely beyond your ability to suppress despite your obvious intention. This, of course, caused me to pursue the natural question of why you were suppressing these reactions. Obviously they belied some... desire," and Remus fought not to shiver at the slight lilt of that last word, "you didn't want me or anyone else to know about. When I finally realized that the desire was carnal in nature, the question became more specific: was it because of who I am or what sex I am? The question bore further investigation, however your reactions were always very well constrained. When Albus presented me with this potion... I decided to see the results."
Remus stared at him, agape. There were too many questions reeling through his head to try and pull a coherent one from the chaos. Severus seemed content to wait out his obvious confusion, reclining on the pillows and simply looking at Remus expectantly. Remus felt his mouth working, though he was producing no sound. The faint glimmer of amusement jolted some sort of response from his dumbfounded state. "No one else... knows...." he managed, not quite forming the question that was twisting the icy knot of fear in his belly.
Severus snorted. "I doubt even Albus is aware," he drawled. "Though I'm sure he suspects something, the conniving old bastard. You forget," he said haughtily, "that I survive because I've learned to read people. Every covert look, every twitch of your muscles, every minute flare of those wolfish nostrils: they were all my spies." He sat up, leaning forward so that he was close enough for Remus to smell that irresistible aroma that seemed to haunt his most fevered, erotic dreamings. "What I find interesting," he purred, eyes dark and yet heated at the same time, "is that despite your obvious consternation and confusion at my rather abrupt transformation... you still desire me."
The velvety caress of Severus' voice and the scent that seemed to accompany his every movement distracted Remus from realizing what Severus meant. He blinked stupidly, and then realized that despite Severus' metamorphosis from female to male, his cock was still tenting his sweatpants, obviously more than willing to try his lover's new body.
No, Remus reprimanded himself, blushing scarlet and scurrying out of the bed as quickly as he could. Get a grip on yourself! You aren't... you can't be... "Severus..." he said, choking and blushing and trying very hard to keep the reins on all of his reactions. "I don't.... I'm not.... "
Severus raised an eyebrow, somewhat amused. "Your body is reacting very positively," he said simply, his lips quirking in that damned smile again.
Which, of course, gave Remus the spurt of anger he needed to practically shout "I'm not a poufter!" Even to his own ears, he sounded astonished, alarmed, and even somewhat angry that anyone would think he was gay. Which was the appropriate response at that point.
Severus frowned. "You are attracted to a man," he said, as calmly as if he were ticking off items of his grocery list. "You took a man into your bed..."
"You were a woman!" Remus exclaimed, trying to divert the conversation from the issue at hand.
Of course, that only caused Severus to get out of bed with the predatory grace and efficiency that made him the terror of Hogwarts students. Remus took a step back from the dark glare the Potions Master was giving him. "Don't you dare try that evasion with me!" he hissed. "You knew that the situation was temporary. You knew very well who I was the entire time. You called out a man's name during your fucking. And make no mistake, Lupin," he growled. "You. Fucked. A. Man."
Remus' face was hot and flushed. He had to get out of this situation, the sooner the better. And so, he lashed out with the only weapon he had. "That's your flaw, then?" he demanded. "Although, knowing you, you probably fabricated that whole story about the Death Eater breeding program for the sake of verisimilitude! So you could experiment with my life, and then most likely out me again. All for some stupid revenge over some twenty year old slight!"
Severus' face froze and hardened into a look of murderous rage. "Oh no, Lupin. Every word I said was true. The Dark Lord has long wanted my intelligence bred into his little army. The fact that my predilections ran contrary to the natural function of a man," the icy sarcasm obviously meant Severus was well acquainted with pureblooded thought on homosexuality, "was significant enough a flaw to keep my genes out of that cesspool. And if the Dark Lord knew that I had turned myself into a woman, make no mistake that he would have had me gang raped until I was seeded and confirmed to be with child." He turned and stormed away, summoning his wand to dress himself with short, irritated flicks. He even straightened and cut his hair, vanishing the long, curly mass with equal irritation and fervor.
Remus stared at him for a moment, sudden confusion deflating his posturing. "Then.... why would you risk it?" he asked, not trying to hide his very obvious confusion.
Severus turned and sneered coldly at him. "I thought," he said cuttingly, "that you were worth the risk." He gave Remus a look which made the werewolf feel very much like an unwanted slime found on one of the Potion Master's carefully maintained ingredients. "Clearly," he snapped, "I was wrong."
Remus winced, Snape gutting him as easily as he would a salamander to harvest its spleen. He missed the moment Snape Apparated away with a sharp, angry crack, leaving him alone in the apartment. Remus sank back onto the bed, trying to calm the swirling confusion of his mind. He felt bereft, and distantly, he could hear his Wolf howling in pain.
"This is what I wanted," he said softly to himself, closing his eyes to try to calm Moony. "I'm not gay. I'm not attracted to men. It was a one-time thing anyway because he was a woman. I knew that." But Moony continued howling, as if the Wolf were dying. With a sigh, Remus fell back on the mattress and drew a pillow over his head, trying to block the mournful sound.
The scent flooded his nostrils, filling his brain and overriding the calm, cool voice that was trying to tell him this was the best thing. It smelled like... like a nighttime thunderstorm, Dark and cool and tingling with an electric charge. A heady, lush smell accented by spicy herbs. A balm... and a deepening pain. Severus' smell. Remus closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling everything but himself and Moony fade away, wallowing in the blissful comfort of it.
Why do you push our Mate away? the Wolf asked, two gold, lupine eyes appearing in Remus' mind. He has always been ours. He always will be ours, and we will always belong to him.
"You'll find another," Remus mumbled into the pillow, though now the scent rolled over his tongue so he could taste it.
No. Moony growled softly, as if he wanted to shake the foolish human he was saddled with. He is our Mate. Our Pack is dwindling, almost gone. Soon, Padfoot will be gone too, lost in his madness. Our Mate is all that is left. We must start a new pack with him. We will desire no other.
Remus blinked, puzzled. That wasn't true, was it? He desired women... he had slept with them, fucked them.
We did not desire them, Moony corrected him. We rutted with them, to ease the want of our Mate. He is our Mate. He is the seed of our Pack. And we have lost him because you are too afraid of what that mangy dog thinks!
Remus pulled the pillow from his face, though the smell lingered and teased at his nostrils. The Wolf couldn't be right... could he? And how the hell was he talking to his own Wolf?
I have always been here. But this is the first time you have needed words to understand.
Remus looked at the pillow, seeing a black strand of hair caught on the fibers. Gingerly, he touched it, caressed it, turning his head to smell that scent as it wafted off the pillow. Would he never smell this again? Severus' smell, wreathed with the heady musk of their desire? Would he never again burry his nose in the silky strands of hair, breathing in and tasting the lush scent that was indefinably Severus?
The Wolf's growl rumbled in his chest. No. He didn't know how he was going to convince Severus otherwise, but he would not deny himself that again. He would not deny his Mate again.