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LMoM: Tried and True, 13
Title: Tried and True
Author: Rosy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus and Sevy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Kink(s): voyeurism, exhibitionism, bondage
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Summary: In every genre, there are cliches. That includes pornography.
Notes: Really, I just wanted to do something fun and silly. :D Plus I thought, "Hey... wouldn't it be funny if someone wrote a smut fic like in Stranger Than Fiction where one of the characters hears the narrator?"
Word Count: 930
NOTE: I am apologizing right now for this being either a.) un-hot, b.) rather unclear, and/or c.) a little confused/ing. I had to endure Frappy Hour again and my brain was absolute mush when it came time to HURRIEDLY type this up. It's not everything I want it to be... but it'll have to do because my brain is literally leaking out my ears. Tomorrow's will be better. I promise.

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Severus Snape never believed he was an attractive man.

"...and you wonder why I loathe you completely."

He knew that his skin was sallow, that his hair tended to be lank and oily. And no pretty adjective, neither Roman nor Aquiline, could soften the fact that his nose was large and beaky. His near permanent scowl had left deep lines on his brow and at his mouth. His body at its best could be described as whipcord thin. He was tall and angular and not considered handsome by any standard that he knew.

"Whose side are you on, exactly?"

Thus he wondered just how sadistic his Narrator was to make him the model and Remus Lupin the Artist.

Severus reclined on a rather worn looking chaise lounge that, in its heyday, was probably a rich scarlet color. The fabric, worn by time to a brick red, was still soft against his skin. He could tell by the slight weight on his eyelids that some form of cosmetic had been applied to his face, and... something had been done to his hair. He was neither dressed, nor was he entirely nude. A length of black, semitransparent silk hung from a low-slung belt to covers his nether regions, both front and back. The belt divided into three strands of crystals, alternating jet and blood red, at his hips. The veil pooled and slithered over his long legs as they curled to the side, revealing a strange piece of jewelry on each of his bare feet.

A cuff wound around the ankle; a delicate mesh of interlocking titanium rings set with tiny red and black crystals. Three chains ran from the cuff to a red, oval shaped stone sitting on the top of the foot. Two other chains ran from the opposite end of the stone, wrapping under his foot to keep it in place. A similar piece of jewelry adorned each wrist; only the stone was attached to a chain connected to a titanium ring on the middle finger.

The cuffs, both wrist and ankle, had a single chain extending from the top. This chain wound up the legs to attach to the belt. The chains curling around his arms attached to a choker of titanium mesh with a chandelier of red and jet stones hanging from it.

Severus felt... he didn't know how whether to feel ridiculous in the get up or not. But he watched Remus as the werewolf sketched feverishly. His eyes were dark and focused, his hands and cheek smudges with charcoal. His eyes roamed Severus' body, taking in details that the other man couldn't begin to fathom. He felt Remus' gaze like a caress, heated and gentle and commanding all the same. He could feel the heat and tension winding between them, as they both resisted the magnetic pull of each other.

Then... Remus was finished, and he set the charcoal aside to glance at his work, before leaping for Severus. His kisses were scorching hot, his touch feverish, and Severus arched and moaned into both. Wherever Remus' hands touched him, his skin felt inflamed. He tried to wind his arms around Remus' shoulders, but Remus murmured a word and the chains forced his arms above his head.

He was completely at Remus' mercy.... and something thrilled in him at that.

Remus shifted them around, until he was spooned up behind Severus. His slicked fingers began pumping slowly in and out of Severus' body, while his lips trailed tiny biting kisses along his throat and shoulder. Severus gasped, writhing against his lover and drawing his leg up to give Remus more room. Remus purred in his ear, shifting again.

When Remus breached him, he moaned, arching in pleasure as the werewolf rocked into him. It was slow, teasing, sensual. He could feel the cool titanium winding around his body heating with Remus' touch. He could feel the sharp edge of the metal contrasting with the soft expanse of Remus' skin. Severus shifted, letting Remus push in farther, finding that spot that sent lights off behind his eyes.

"So beautiful," Remus whispered. "Look..." He waved his hand, and the easel turned.

Severus stared at the image of himself... eyes widening. Because the image moved. And Remus was there. He could see the image of Remus breaching his own image; their reflections wrought in charcoal. His eyes were drawn to where the silk veil had fallen away, revealing the arching length of his cock. Just beyond, he could see Remus filling him, his body stretching wide to welcome his lover in.

He could see... everything. The way Remus looked at him. The way Remus' hands caressed him. The way Remus held him...

Severus gasped, and closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure of his body. It was so easy to get wrapped up in the little fantasy, so easy to let himself forget. He focused on his body, on the feel of Remus behind him and around him and in him... until the wracking shudder of his orgasm ran through him. He heard Remus gasp, felt the werewolf pump faster into him, spending himself.

Severus opened his eyes slowly, and saw the sketch of himself shift to wind its arms around Remus, to draw his lover down for a kiss. The charcoal outlines twined around each other, the lazy, sated afterglow drawing him like a moth to the flame. He could feel his Remus brush a kiss on his shoulder, snuggle closer.

Severus was finding it more and more difficult, at times, to remind himself that this was fiction.