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#howl-o-ween 2009, author: unbroken_halo, kink: dream sex, remus/severus

Fic: What Dreams May Come
Title:What Dreams May Come
Author: unbroken_halo
Rating:NC-17
Pairing:Remus/Severus
Kink(s): Dream sex
Challenge: Howl-o-Ween Challenge – prompt Repulsion
Word count: 646
AN: I knew once I read over the summary of this movie that I had to use this one as a prompt. Thanks to eeyore9990 for the once over.

What Dreams May Come
Remus watched as Severus packed his trunk, preparing for his return to Hogwarts. He said not a word as books, cauldrons, and then finally Severus's teaching robes and other assorted clothing floated their way over to the trunk.

The top closed with a heavy and final thud, and still, Remus stood in the doorway to the room eyeing Severus. "I suppose you won't be returning on term holidays?"

Severus shrugged as he waved his wand over the trunk, shrinking it before stuffing it into his pocket. He looked up at Remus. "I've not thought about it."

Remus frowned.

Severus sighed. "Do not give me the wounded puppy dog eyes, Lupin, old werewolves are not cute. I shall return if I can find the time."

Remus arched a brow. "Severus…"

Severus held up a hand and walked out of the room. "Find other ways to spend your time, Lupin. I've better things to do than to coddle your wounded pride." He walked down the stairs, stopping to open the door. "Perhaps… if it is convenient then you may come to Hogwarts later in the term."

Remus smiled as the door slammed on Severus's exit without even giving him a chance to respond. He turned and made his way down the hall to the bathroom, showering and dressing in pyjamas and a dressing gown.

Padding down to the sitting room, Remus stoked the fire and settled on the sofa with a book. He Summoned a tea service, pulled a throw off the back of the sofa and began to read, waiting for the owl from Severus.

Fingers dug into his skin, pulling and moving him into place. Remus went willingly, knowing the familiar touch but unable to see them. The fingers ventured lower, grazing over his prick and cupping his sac. Nails gently scraped the sensitive skin just behind his bollocks and he arched his back, opening his legs wider for the dream lover.

He begged for more as his entire body felt alive from the caresses. Slickness, warm and wet, glided over his skin and the fingers pressed inside, rolling, stretching and preparing him. He threw his head back and howled; the blunt pressure of his lover's prick filled him.

Back and forth, in and out, hard and deep, slow and shallow. Remus rocked with his lover, crying out as each pass moved him closer to the edge, then he was there, falling over and coming.

A noise jolted Remus awake and he jumped, looking around the room, trying to find the source. It was full on dark, and the new moon outside ensured almost complete blackness inside the house. Only a few burning embers remained in the fireplace, casting a low light about the room.

Looking down, he noticed the tea set had fallen to the floor, the tea long soaked into the rug in front of the hearth. An owl stared down at him from the mantle, its yellow eyes almost glowing in the darkness of the room.

Remus blew out a breath. Socrates must have knocked over the set as he flew in. The owl took flight once more, and he felt the parchment letter drop on to his lap.

The owl swooped out before Remus even had a chance to offer him treats, and as he sat back, he felt something pulling at his middles. Tossing the throw to one side, Remus groaned. Air brushed over the damp spot on his dressing gown, and he knew it could only be from one thing.

Surely, he'd not had a dream like that, Remus mused as he slit open Severus's letter and read.

Lupin,

Socrates has orders to return as soon as you have this parchment. Do not bother sending a response, I'm tired and have gone to bed. I'd advise you to do the same. One never knows what dreams may bring.

SS