Omni (omni_sama) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2009-06-23 11:31:00 |
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Fic: Maska Komodias (NC-17; pt 5/5)
Title: Maska Komodias
Chapter: 5: One Bright, Shining Moment
Author: Omni (aka: rip_von_christ)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lupin/Snape
Warnings: Not work safe.
Dislcaimer: I claim no rights to the characters, just the situations in which I'm placing them.
Summary: After the events of OotP and before HBP. Lupin is about to head out on a mission for which he is ill equipped. Severus, it seems, is the only one who can assist him. The last thing Severus needs at the moment is one more task to weigh him down, when he's already trying to cope with all that Albus is asking of him.
Note: There be porn. The first Snupin porn I've written, I think. o_O Used to be all I wrote was porn...huh.
Previous chapters:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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Severus Snape sat in his house, stacks of parchment staring up at him from the table before him. He returned their stares dully, his mind elsewhere, his ears distracted by the scurrying of a rat in man form. Peter Pettigrew was flitting about, pretending to organize Severus’ things, when they both knew very well he was looking for something incriminating. Severus’ prominent nose gave a disdainful twitch, as if Pettigrew stank like the vermin he truly was.
This wasn’t going to work. If Severus had to sit a moment longer in that—that—traitor’s presence, he’d snap and kill the rodent.
Not even the fact that Pettigrew was responsible for Black’s imprisonment was enough of a boon to temper the sheer hate that Severus harbored for him. Lily’s murder was all thanks to Peter Pettigrew, after all. Oh, no doubt Severus did not discount his own unintentional hand in it, and his remorse consumed him until he was a bitter, loathsome man that no one in his or her right mind could ever love.
Which was just further evidence that Remus Lupin was stark raving mad.
Lupin. Pettigrew was supposed to have been his friend, but seven years as dorm mates evidently amounted to nothing in the end. That beady eyed rat had twisted the hearts of Lupin’s only friends—indeed, even Lupin’s lover—until no one trusted the werewolf. When confronted by Black and Lupin over two years ago, Pettigrew had claimed he was forced by the Dark Lord. Having seen into Pettigrew’s eyes, and subsequently his memories, Severus knew better. The truth made him sick. Jealousy, greed, resentment, and a disgusting hunger for power were the fuel to Pettigrew’s underhanded fire.
Really, it was a pity that Severus couldn’t just kill him right then and there. No doubt that would complicate matters far too much, however, and Albus’ plans would go up in smoke. Which…made it all the more tempting, considering Severus hated Albus’ plans. Though he supposed that someone had to be there to watch out for the children… Damn.
At about the tenth time Pettigrew scampered through the sitting room with an armload of books, Severus got to his feet. “I’m leaving,” he announced, gathering his parchment.
Pettigrew froze, unsure if he should set the books down or not, and stared at Severus. “What? Now?”
“Yes. Start of term is upon us, and I have much planning to do for my new classes. As you know, I’ve been traveling to and from Hogwarts a great deal these last few weeks in order to get everything in order. Honestly, I might as well stay there, since the students will be arriving soon, anyway.” Severus never looked at Pettigrew as he gathered his things, then quickly left the room before the rat could reply.
He went to his room and tucked a few extra items into his already-packed luggage. Shrinking everything and securing them in a small, enchanted pouch, Severus was ready to put that godforsaken house and that horrible little pest behind him. Unfortunately, said pest was waiting in front of the fireplace.
“What should I do?” Pettigrew asked, watery eyes looking about for the answer to his question amongst the books and furniture as opposed to Severus himself.
Gritting his teeth, Severus pushed past him and grabbed some powder. “That’s really none of my concern. Go back to the Dark Lord, go crawl in a hole, go get eaten by a cat, really I don’t care. Just don’t stay here. You do, and I’ll hex the rest of your fingers off.” He tossed the powder down before allowing the other man time to respond, and closed his eyes against the inevitable swirling sensation.
Lupin was sitting in a chair by the fireplace when he arrived, and was startled to his feet, book falling loudly to the floor. “Severus?”
“No, it’s Merlin bloody Ambrosius.” Stepping out of the fireplace, Severus turned and waved his wand in a quick motion, sealing it off to any other would-be visitors.
“I just didn’t think you’d come back.”
“Don’t be thick, Lupin; of course I’d come back. These are my chambers.”
Lupin’s eyes were wide and round, and he opened his mouth as if to speak. Both his eyes and his mouth fell closed, and he took a deep breath. He slipped his mask on as he opened his eyes, a smile coming easily to his lips and smoothing out all of the tension. “Indeed, yes. I just thought that you’d wait until I was gone before returning.”
Severus stared at him, meeting those lying eyes that could fool anyone now, and he tried to read memories that Lupin wouldn’t let him see. The wolf had gotten too good, and the memories were slippery and elusive, quick to bury themselves beneath layers of harmless moments. “What are you trying to see?” Lupin finally asked him, and the smile on his face had been replaced by a look of stone.
“The truth.”
“Concerning?”
Without answering, Severus looked away. It wasn’t out of weakness that he turned his head, he told himself. It was simply because he had no interest in having that conversation. Since his eyes no longer had Lupin to keep them occupied, they roamed lazily around the room and eventually landed upon the old trunk propped near the door.
“You’ve already packed up, I see.” It reminded him of the time Lupin had resigned, and only years of practice and experience kept the frown from his face.
“Mostly. There are still a few things that I’ll be packing up tomorrow morning, before I leave. Though… I suppose I should leave now?”
The last part was a question, and Severus was expected to give an answer. Instead, however, he let a silence creep in to linger between them. Without even a glance Lupin’s way, Severus moved to sit at his usual chair. He looked at the luggage for a moment longer, wondering at the confused jumble of his own thoughts, and wanting desperately for his life to be simple and mundane. Deep inside of him, a thread pulled itself too tightly, and it finally snapped. The result was a strange pain and acceptance, followed by an unfamiliar sense of reckless, impulsive desire. Desire for something special that was only for him. A moment of selfish happiness in the self-sacrificing hell that was his life.
“I used to watch you while you studied,” he heard himself say, as if it was someone else mimicking his voice. “When we were young.”
Lupin silently walked over and sat in the other chair, but Severus continued looking at the chest. This was a mistake, part of him was screaming. It was a massively huge mistake, which he would regret once he was thinking rationally again. He didn’t disagree. Still, it did not stop the words from leaking out of him.
“You were too good for them, and I could always tell that you weren’t entirely happy.” To his horror, Severus felt himself smile almost wistfully, if not with a touch of bitterness. “I never in a million years thought you’d ever see me as anything other than an enemy. A target for pranks and ridicule. A greasy little object of hate.”
The gasp from Lupin was soft and could almost be mistaken for the wind brushing the windowpane. “Severus, I never—”
“I think Black knew why I watched you. I think he knew it had nothing to do with wanting to get you expelled. He wanted to scare me away from you.”
“Did… Did it work?”
Looking away from the chest, Severus allowed himself to study Lupin’s face. He took in how the years had aged him, and all the new scars. Lupin always looked so tired, that had never changed. Severus wondered if someday it might be possible for Lupin find peace. No time soon, obviously, because of the war at the gates. Still…maybe after it was all over.
“No. Not the way he wanted it to.”
There was no mask on Lupin’s face in that moment, and his hope and fear showed through in all their contrasting glory. “How do you mean?”
“I took it as a very obvious hint, when you went back to being his best friend despite what he’d done. I meant nothing.”
“No.” The fear dominated in a flash, only to be drowned in something Severus couldn’t fully read. Sympathy? Longing? Regret?
“You called me a coward because I had never confessed. Now, you are no longer allowed to apply that word to me.” Severus rose, intent on leaving, even if he had no idea as to where he’d go. Perhaps he’d go to the library for a while and allow Lupin time to vacate his quarters.
Lupin stood as well, and somehow managed to secure Severus to the spot without touch or spell. “I’m a fool.”
“Yes.” Severus fully agreed. That he could also apply that to himself was not something he wished to think about.
“To think, all these years…”
Severus snorted, but he felt very little amusement. “You really think we would have lasted that long?”
“Yes.” The certainty in that one word managed to draw Severus’ gaze to meet Lupin’s eyes. What he saw there made him want to look away again, but he couldn’t move.
He should deny it. He should laugh with bitter contempt, lip curling in a sneer. Hell, he should probably even declare it all a cruel joke, a prank of his own, and leave.
Instead, that selfish, rash desire deep inside made him move closer to the other man. He fully blamed that alien impulse for his actions, especially when he felt tweed beneath his fingers, and firm body beneath that. When Lupin’s eyes slid closed and he was suddenly impossibly close to Severus, moaning with such a sweet, guttural sound, Severus decided that it was ok to be led by that impulse. Just this once. Only this once. After tonight, he’d go back to his life of deprivation and control.
They moved in as one, lips colliding with a desperation that had built up over the many long years. Severus wasn’t a virgin, even if he’d never cared about whom he was bedding, but his stomach was in nervous knots. He wanted to please this man, and he wanted to do it perfectly. There would be only one time, so it had to be perfect. It would serve as his oasis for the rest of his—most likely rather short—life.
The bedroom seemed too far away, and Severus considered utilizing one of the chairs. He could make it work, his mind already presenting possible positions and scenarios, which only served to make him less patient. Somehow, he must have let his urgency become obvious, because Lupin was chuckling into his mouth, lips curving up into a smile even as they continued to caress Severus’. A hand pressed at his arse. Little more than a graze at first, the touch became bolder until fingers were teasing along his cleft. So, perhaps they’d be doing imagined position number four: Severus leaning over the chair’s back while Lupin stood behind him. Yes, that sounded acceptable.
Lupin moved his lips away from Severus’ mouth, and he felt the wolf’s breath hot and humid at his ear, caressing his sensitive skin there with every word. “Thought about this for so long, that I’ve no idea what to do with you first. How do you like it, Severus? Anything you want…I’ll do it.”
Just as many years of fantasies replayed themselves in rapid succession behind Severus’ closed eyes, and he became nearly dizzy. Oh God, where to begin indeed! Perhaps he could have more than one bright, shining moment that night. Maybe he could simply consider the entire night his “moment”…
One particular scene from his fantasies paused as if serving as instructions, and Severus took the cue. With one quick motion, he had Lupin sitting in the chair again, legs spread wide enough to allow Severus to kneel between them. When Lupin saw him move to his knees, those honey eyes went impossibly wide. No doubt the werewolf was questioning himself by this point, wondering if he’d simply nodded off while reading, and that all of this was a dream. That thought made Severus smirk as he ran his hands up along Lupin’s inner thighs, drawing the cheap robe along with them. The fabric bunched at Lupin’s lap, revealing his pants beneath, the evidence of his arousal trying to break free of the buttoned flap.
Severus leaned forward and pressed his lips to the shrouded head, sucking gently at it through the cloth. The organ twitched in response, and Lupin’s bare legs shuddered beneath Severus’ palm. What a lovely reaction. He wanted more.
Ever so carefully, he slipped his fingers beneath the elastic band and pulled the underwear down, shifting back in order to allow Lupin’s legs to close enough so it could be removed. Lupin squirmed in anticipation once he was bared, and he pulled his robe up a little to allow better access to his lap. Before Severus could return his lips to the erection, a hand tugging at his hair stopped him and made him look up into Lupin’s face.
“Don’t make me come. Not yet.” The command was little more than a whisper, but there was a subtle growl beneath it. There was a smile on Lupin’s lips and a promise in his eyes, and Severus wished that expression was something he could see every night.
Lupin made the most interesting sounds while Severus went down on him. Strained little whimpers and throaty, growl-like moans were peppered with hisses of air between clenched teeth. The hand in Severus’ hair never left, alternating between caresses and tugs. It made him hard. Harder than he already had been. That, in turn, made him change his plans about who should be bent over where.
The charm was basic, something that all boys learn when they’re teenagers and don’t want to endure the embarrassment of someone finding a jar of slick oil near the bed. Fingers coated with the conjured lubricant, Severus cradled Lupin’s bollocks and pressed his fingertips along smooth skin until he found his target. The cock jerked eagerly inside his mouth, a salty tang leaking onto his tongue. Above him, Lupin hissed a very pleased-sounding “yes.”
Severus hummed his own pleasure, which he knew would vibrate pleasantly along the sensitive nerves of Lupin’s cock, to be felt tingling in his sack. Sure enough, it produced a surprised whimper and an involuntary jerk of the hips. Humming some more, especially when he was so far down that his nose was brushing coarse hair, he worked his fingers gently inside. They continued like that for a little while, until Lupin finally gripped Severus’ hair with both hands and forced him back.
“Now.”
Severus let his fingers slide free, silently banishing the oil from the digits. He rose to his feet, hands flying along the buttons of his robe with practiced ease. “Get up and turn around. Brace yourself on the chair.”
Lupin started to comply, even as he seemed distracted by each bit of skin Severus was slowly revealing. “We’ll tip the chair that way,” he said, tearing his eyes away from Severus for only a second in order to assess the situation.
He supposed Lupin was right, and his lip twitched in annoyance. Without delay, his mind helpfully provided a solution. “Fine. Then move aside, and remove your robes.”
Looking a little confused and lost—though still rather distracted—Lupin did as he was told. Severus tossed his clothing aside, and sat in the vacated chair once he was finally nude. Lupin had just finished pulling his robe over his head when Severus had summoned more oil and began coating his previously neglected cock. Transfixed, Lupin’s arms fell slowly to his sides and his robe slipped from slack fingers.
Severus watched him through his lashes, finding it rather difficult to keep his eyes open when he was feeling so unbearably good. He wanted to feel even better, though. Knew he could feel better. With a thrust of his hips, he beckoned Lupin over. Luckily, Lupin seemed to understand—truly, he was indeed a bright man—and he proceeded to straddle Severus’ lap with quite a bit of enthusiasm. They kissed again, Severus’ free hand coming up to grip possessively at Lupin’s back and shoulder. His other hand guided his cock to Lupin’s entrance, holding it in place as he slowly rolled his hips again.
Lupin gasped into his mouth and stopped kissing, but Severus kept working his lips, practically devouring the wolf’s chin before moving on along his jaw. He made sure to enter slowly, knowing it had probably been quite a while and not wanting there to be any pain. Once he was fully in, Lupin sitting flush on his lap, he heard his partner growl again, this time with a sort of contentment. It was all the indication he needed that it was alright to proceed.
He started working his hips, legs flexing with each thrust. His hands gripped Lupin’s waist and guided the werewolf to ride him in a counter rhythm. It would have been wonderful to be able to take his time and savor the moment, but they were both already too far gone. The rhythm was slow and steady at first, but quickly erupted into desperate movements. The smacking sounds of colliding bodies rang loudly throughout the room, accompanied by an orchestra of cries and panting and breathless words of encouragement.
Severus’ hands were gripping Lupin’s back, practically clawing at the flesh, and he knew that there would be marks. It added to his pleasure, the knowledge that his palm prints would linger on that skin for a while longer. That as long as those marks remained, Lupin was his. “Mine,” he heard himself say, with a growl that rivaled Lupin’s. It made the wolf’s panting become more ragged, his motions more urgent and hungry. They clung together, pressing as closely as they could and still be able to move. Severus’ legs were starting to burn from the exertion, but he didn’t care. He just kept thrusting, lost in that unbelievable moment.
He felt the spasms of Lupin’s cock at his belly just moments before he felt the tight clenching around his own. Then he watched, enraptured, as Lupin tossed his head back and opened his mouth for a silent cry. The sound had caught in his throat, and he seemed to choke on it as he came. Not giving Lupin any time to recover from his spiking high, Severus pulled them close again and licked at his neck as he continued to thrust. Lupin’s release was slick between them, mingling with their sweat and not feeling entirely unpleasant against their sliding skin.
Lupin’s fingers entangled themselves into Severus’ hair, and it sounded as if his panting breath was forming words. Even while part of him wanted to hear the words, the rest of him feared the sounds, and so Severus silenced them with his own climax. He was unable to hear anything aside from the blood pounding in his ears. All that mattered in the entire world was the feeling that was traveling through him, so sharp and wonderful and better than he’d ever felt before.
Eventually, they had managed to make it to the bedroom. They explored each other for hours, acting as if they were silly newlyweds on their honeymoon. When they were finally spent and exhausted, they cleaned themselves and settled in for a much needed sleep. Neither one could fall asleep, however, despite how tired they were.
Remus—not Lupin anymore, at least for the moment—propped himself up on an elbow and stared down at Severus with a smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy, my entire life.” He reached out, running his fingers along Severus’ forehead and brushing aside stray strands of sweat-damp black. “Everything’s going to be different now. I can feel it.”
Severus thought about vows and cunning old men and unforgivable curses. He thought about the role he was destined to play, and all that he was to do. On the inside he was screaming, protesting his reality and wishing it could be different. Wishing that this night with Remus was his life, instead. Wishing he had the luxury for love.
He showed none of his distress on the outside. Years of perfecting the art of acting allowed him to summon a smile like a patronus, nothing but light and happiness and hope. “Of course,” he said, agreeing even when he should have been correcting.
He’d let Remus have that night as a shining moment, too.
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The End