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LMoM: 1979 (Part 21~ June 2, 1979)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: June 2, 1979
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~950
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): 69, bad sex
Added bonus: use of the word “monkey” *wink*
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Summary: 1979: One of the worst years of Remus's life. Also, one of the best.
Today’s Episode: Remus thought he’d just ask, and Severus would explain, and they could get back to their non-routine. That was the plan.
Notes: The possibly insane blpaintchart has agreed to speed beta and Brit pick for as long as she can stand it while I try this…so generous is my Chart!! Not only that, she is veritable font of ideas! Also, thank you to McKay for running this crazy thing.

Need to catch up? Here are the previous parts: Jan 1, Jan 15: Day, Jan 15: Night, Feb 2, Feb 9, Feb 20, Mar 10, Mar 24, Mar 25, Mar 25: Later, Mar 26, Mar 31, Apr 1, Apr 11, Apr 12, Apr 14, Apr 24, May 5, May 6, Jun 1




“Did you know Regulus Black? Back at school?” Remus asked casually, the next night. Well, as casually as he could while in the midst of licking the crinkled skin of Severus’s balls, his nose buried in Severus’s coarse body hair, Severus’s thighs pressing into the sides of his head. And as casually as he could when he knew he was risking everything.

Severus, lying on his side facing the opposite end of the bed, his own mouth occupied with Remus’s half-hard cock, tensed slightly, and then said, “Of course. He was in my House.”

“Oh,” Remus replied, running his tongue in swift circles around the swollen head of Severus’s prick, sucking him softly. He didn’t want to have to pry, to upset the fine balance he had with Severus, but he also had been unable to think about fuck all else since Sirius had walked out the night before.

He’d just ask, and Severus would explain, and they could get back to their non-routine.

That was the plan.

“It’s just that I wondered…” Remus started.

“Lupin, I’d prefer that you stop wondering and concentrate,” Severus said from between Remus’s legs. Remus knew the feel of Severus’s body, and he was frightened by what he could read in the hard way Severus’s body had stiffened against him. The edge in Severus’s voice, no hint of humor, did not help.

“So you weren't with him two nights ago…?”

“No talking, Lupin.” Severus’s voice was now unmistakably mean.

Remus refocused on plying his lips over the soft skin of Severus’s cock, putting his nervous energy to work, hoping to close the terrifying distance he could feel in Severus’s body by pulling him closer to the edge of orgasm. Severus was working Remus’s prick with his hand and his mouth, mercilessly stroking and sucking without taking a breath, all business.

Severus pulled at Remus’s thighs and rolled them over, pressing Remus onto his back and pulling himself up onto his knees so that his prick hung heavily in Remus’s face. Severus thrust down Remus’s throat, almost making him gag, and Remus, struggling for control, tried to speak, generating moaning, monkey sounds deep in his throat, needing to catch his breath.

Without warning, Severus pulled up and out, come spurting onto Remus’s neck and chin and chest. It was the least erotic moment they had ever had together.

For a minute, Severus tried to bring Remus to completion as well, but Remus’s erection had flagged, and he extricated himself from under Severus body.

“I’m finished for now, it’s all right,” he said, trying to sound calm. He rolled over for a cigarette, hands shaking.

It was quiet for several minutes as Remus took long drags on his fag, and Severus lay on his back staring at the ceiling.

Finally, Severus spoke. “Who did you talk to?” he asked, and Remus thought he sounded almost scared.

“Sirius told me he saw you with him.” No need to lie.

Severus was silent.

“Regulus is working for Voldemort, you know,” Remus added.

Severus turned his dark eyes on Remus. “You shouldn’t say his name.”

“Who? Regulus or Voldemort?” Remus asked.

“Either of them.”

Severus took the fag from Remus and took a drag, and it was such a normal and natural thing for him to do, Remus felt slightly better.

“Are you wrapped up in that crap, all that blood purity shit, all that terror?” Remus asked, suddenly brave, propping himself up on one elbow.

“I don’t let myself get wrapped up in anything, Lupin,” Severus replied. “But I do explore my options.”

Although he did not like the implications of what Severus had said, Remus was struck with a moment of hope. “Well if that is true, then I have another option for you. Dumbledore has organized a group of us as well. You could come…”

Severus shut him up with a glare. “Who? You and your fucking school friends? They would be thrilled to see me. No, Remus, I know who my real friends are.”

“They would be happy to see you. We need everyone we can get! Come with me, Severus.” Remus sat up, his heart racing, this path making sudden, perfect, beautiful sense to him. “You are such a talented wizard, there is so much you could…”

“No. That won’t work.”

Remus couldn’t stop. “Just think about it. When we meet tomorrow, I can introduce you to a few people, no commitment or anything, just for you to consider. Come on, Severus. You’re a fucking half-blood! Don’t let those creeps make you work for them when you are exactly what they all hate.”

Severus looked at Remus, and brought one hand to his hair, letting a brown strand fall through his fingers. He opened his mouth as if to speak, and then closed it again. His hand fell back down to the bed.

Remus continued. “Meet me at the Hog’s Head tomorrow. At midday? Honestly, Severus...Voldemort? Him and his cronies are nothing but a bunch of fucking cowardly murderers.” He spat the word, thinking of Dorcas. “You aren’t like that. Please.”

Severus held his gaze for a long moment, and then, very slowly, he nodded.

Remus grinned and lay down next to Severus, wrapping his arms around him, holding him tight. Severus stubbed out the fag and then pulled Remus close, pressing his face into Remus’s hair, their breathing synchronous, their legs entwined. Remus had never been more hopeful.

But Severus did not appear at the Hog’s Head the next day, and though Remus waited at home all evening, no owl arrived later to reschedule.

Then Remus did not hear anything from him the following day. Or the day after that. Severus did not reply to any of Remus’s owls. No one ever answered when Remus pounded at the door to Severus’s building, and Severus never appeared in the dark, cobblestone alley, even when Remus sat there watching for an entire day and night.

Then it had been a week.

Then it was a long time.