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LMoM: Tried and True, 25
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): oral sex, partially clothed sex, frottage
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: 1,384

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Severus Snape had always enjoyed prowling the halls.

"It's the only bloody quiet time. All the brats are asleep."

The black robes flared behind him, in a way that was intimidating and obviously without practice. Obviously. He stalked through the halls, a black shadow amongst shadows. He was silent, looking for those foolish students who might attempt to break curfew.

"It's the little things in life that bring the most joy."

He obviously wasn't intending to run into Remus Lupin in the Restricted Section of the library.

"...Lupin," he said coolly. "What are you doing here?"

Remus smiled placidly at him. "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I would do a patrol of the halls. It seems, however, that you're doing a far better job than I ever could. Nary a hair out of bed, as far as I could tell."

Severus raised an eyebrow. "That does not explain why you are in the Restricted Section, Lupin. I find it somewhat... suspicious in light of recent events."

Remus' eyebrow twitched a little. "You're referring to Black, I suppose?"

"I find it highly unlikely that you'd sever such a... close friendship," Severus drawled. "Not after what I saw during my years as a student."

Remus' face twitched, his lip nearly pulling back into a snarl if he hadn't. "Severus. I don't want to fight about this with you. I'm not in league with Sirius Black. I'd probably kill him myself if I got the chance."

"That," Severus said crisply, "would require you to grow a backbone, Lupin."

Remus was quiet a moment, then he turned to the shelf of books. "I suppose I deserve that," he said. "All things considered. I was young... but I should have done something to curtail James and Sirius... and I'm sorry for that."

Severus' eyes narrowed. "And why do you feel obligated to give such an apology now?"

Remus ran a hand over the spine of the books. "The library made me maudlin, I suppose. So many fond memories here..." He tipped his head, a faint, somewhat strange smile curling his lips. "One in particular..."

"I'm aquiver with anticipation," Severus deadpanned, obviously anything but.

"I often escaped to the library for a quiet moment. Sirius and James hated it... too stifling for them. So whenever I needed some privacy, I invariably ended up here. One night, I came here... well, in both senses of the word."

Severus felt his face heat slightly, and crossed his arms over his chest, tucking his hands into his robes. "Why am I not surprised you engaged in such vulgar displays?" Somehow, he still managed to sound a little haughty.

Remus turned to look at him, his eyes darker... feral. "I could ask you the same thing."

Severus pressed his lips together in a firm line. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about..."

Remus prowled closer. "I could smell you that night, Severus..." he purred. Severus backed up as Remus closed in on him. "I could smell your lust... your excitement... the exact moment you-"

"Stop this," Severus hissed. He nearly panicked when he felt the bookcase against his back; Remus had done an excellent job of herding him. "I fail to see how that is in any way relevant."

"It's very relevant," Remus purred, stepping into Severus' personal space. "Because I'm going to do what I wanted to do then..."

Severus' breath caught in his throat as Remus' hands slid up his chest. He held very still, trying not to reveal how the touch went straight to his cock. It had been so very long since anyone had touched him... and Remus' hands were large and warm. They coasted lower, going to Severus' trousers, but Remus' eyes remained on Severus'. Even as he deftly undid the fly. "I've wanted to do this for so long," he murmured.

Then, he dropped to his knees.

Severus gasped in surprise, looking down. Then he gasped for entirely different reasons. Remus' fingers fished his cock out from behind the confines of his trousers, stroking it gently. "You've a lovely cock, Severus," Remus purred. "So long..." Severus bit his lip when Remus' tongue trailed along the sensitive underside, tracing the heavy vein there. "Delicious..."

Severus' hands curled and uncurled against the bookshelf. He held himself rigid, trying to deny that the werewolf's touch not only excited him... it made him nearly giddy with pleasure. Remus trailed soft kisses along his shaft, then let his tongue swathe the shiny head. Severus kept his hips from flexing with the most adamantine self-control, but his teeth dug further into his lip.

He yelped when Remus' lips curled around the head of his cock. Then he moaned softly when the warm, velvety wetness of his lover's mouth took him in further. Remus was perfect... knowing just when to suck, just when to wriggle his tongue. He made soft, lewd sounds as he pleasured Severus, his hands going to Severus' hips. Severus' breathing became ragged, his control shredding to tatters. He could feel the hectic flush on his cheek, the pleasure coiling tightly in his belly.

He nearly came undone when Remus took him all the way to the hilt, the head of his cock brushing against the back of Remus' throat. Severus mewled, and couldn't help but watch as Remus bobbed over him, working him expertly. He could feel himself drawing closer and closer, his balls tightening against his body...

...and then Remus drew back, lapping at him gingerly. "Not yet, Severus," he murmured, lips rosy and swollen from his ministrations. "You haven't flow nearly high enough yet..." With a wicked grin, Remus suckled the head, and Severus felt his knees turn to jelly. He groaned softly, his hips flexing against his will. Remus held him still, taking his own pace. "Watch me..." he commanded, before taking Severus into his mouth again.

Severus was helpless to do anything else. He watched as Remus enveloped him again and again, driving him to the brink and pulling back just before he crested. He lost all track of time, his body wracked with pleasure. He didn't remember reaching for Remus' head, but suddenly his fingers were carding through the silver-flecked hair. It was lush and thick against his hands. Remus growled a little, and then relented when Severus only held his hair. He didn't push. Remus looked up at him, eyes dark with desire.

Severus didn't remember begging, but the litany of "please" and "yes" and "Remus" could have only come from his mouth, as Remus' was somewhat occupied.

He thought he would go mad if he weren't allowed to come soon. His cock ached and strained inside of Remus' mouth, the knot of pleasure coiled so tight it hurt. Suddenly, Remus' grip on him shifted. His hands went from his thighs to his ass, pressing. With a low moan, Severus thrust into Remus' mouth. His orgasm shattered him, and he pumped helplessly into the inviting heat. He tried to pull back, but Remus held him, swallowing down his pleasure as Severus cried out for him.

Severus leaned against the bookshelf, boneless in the afterglow. And then Remus was pressed against him, kissing him roughly even as he ground his hips against Severus. "Do you feel that?" he demanded. "That's what you do to me... every time..." He rocked against Severus, claiming his lover's mouth in a way that refused to be ignored. Severus tasted himself in Remus' mouth, and he moaned softly, threading his hands again into Remus' hair.

He felt Remus' release shudder through his lover's body. His hips jerked and pressed, and Severus felt the damp heat of it against his own trousers. He panted roughly, and the kisses slowed into something sated and sleepy.

Remus rested his forehead against Severus', catching his breath. "One chance," he murmured, his thumb trailing over Severus' cheekbone. "That's all I want, Severus. Just one chance."

Severus looked at him, conflicted. His body and heart were in complete agreement, but his head... He cleared his throat. "One chance, Lupin," he said roughly. "Only one."

Remus' eyes went brilliant with happiness, and he kissed Severus again. Severus clung to Remus' shoulders, humming at the feel of their bodies entwined and the heat generated by the kiss.

He hoped that this wasn't a terrible, terrible mistake.