elfflame (elfflame) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-12 21:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: elfflame, kink: kissing, remus/severus |
LMOM # 12: Slices of a Werewolf’s Love Life: Reasoning
Title: Slices of a Werewolf’s Love Life: Reasoning
Author: elfflame
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s) : Fighting? Memory of a kiss
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 678
A/N: More sadness, but with some possible light at the end of the tunnel, and nowhere near as sad as yesterday’s. Thanks to snapesgirl for help with the flow of the argument, and to wolfish_cat for the lookover. :)
Part One | Part Two | Part Three A | Part Three B | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten
Remus had never expected to see Severus again. At least, not up close. So when Severus sought him out, it was a bit astonishing how fast the emotions had rushed back. And how quickly they’d turned sour when he’d found out why Severus had come to see him.
“Potions ingredients?”
“Rare potions ingredients, Lupin. And why should I bother getting some from an unknown source when I know you can guarantee me where they come from.” Severus smirked, and Remus felt his stomach turn.
He was nothing more than a vaguely interesting specimen to Severus. The thought made his temper rise for the first time since his friends’ deaths.
“And what, exactly, do I get out of this little arrangement?” he asked. He wanted to say no flat-out, but something inside him still held out for something more from this.
“I would pay you. I might even be willing to pay an extra few Sickles than I would the apothecary, seeing as you can guarantee their freshness and purity.”
Remus wasn’t a violent man, but he had little in this life now, and the urge to hit Severus was stronger than anything he’d felt in years.
“And if I don’t want your money?” It wasn’t true, but at the same time, he wanted to find a way to draw blood the way Severus was doing.
“Then you are a fool. Are you telling me you enjoy living so far below the poverty line that you envy street people?”
“I do well enough for myself,” Remus said, trying to sound dismissive, but not quite managing it.
“Do you?” Severus sneered. “Fine. What is your price?”
Remus’s eyes gleamed as he approached the other man. Somehow, the memory of that kiss was just as strong as it had ever been. The last perfect moment of his life, before everything started to go to hell. “Money. And a kiss.” It was a stupid risk. A dare, almost. But damned if he didn’t want it.
There was a flash of something indefinable in Severus’s eyes. “You’re a fool. I could go find some other werewolf…”
Remus turned away. “Then do it. What do I care?” He did, but he wasn’t going to show that to Severus.
He could hear Severus snarl behind him. “And why would I kiss the man who let his friends play such a cruel prank on me?”
Furious, Remus whirled around and advanced on Severus. “You honestly think I'd put my own life in danger for a prank? I know you have the lowest opinion of me possible, but you surely don’t think that I am that self-destructive, do you?”
He could smell the fear radiating off Severus, but there was no visible sign of it, aside from a slight widening of his eyes. “I think you are a fool who followed wherever Potter and Black led. I think if they had told you to drown yourself in the lake, you would have done just that. I think you were their little whipping dog along with Pettigrew, and if you do not get away from me…” He raised his wand menacingly, pointing it at Remus. “I will hex you.”
Remus was tempted to tell him just why Sirius had done what he had, but even the thought of how much he’d trusted Sirius, even after the Prank that had almost destroyed him as well as Severus, hurt too much. He turned away. “Find some other werewolf to get your supplies from, Snape. You’ll get none from me.”
Severus was silent for several moments. “Very well. But never say that I did not give you the chance, Lupin.” He was gone before Remus could respond, the crack of Apparition echoing through the room the way memories of Severus’s lips pressed to his own echoed through his mind.
Collapsing onto the couch, Remus let the tears come for the first time in years, mourning for his losses—his innocence, his love, his friends, his trust. There was just nothing left in him any more. He didn’t even remember falling asleep.