Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows: Friends and Relations (Part One)
Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall) Secondary Pairings: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Pansy Weasley, Theo Nott, Aurora Sinistra, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Summary: Remus’ innocent curiosity about his mother’s roots leads to some adventures and reveals some things he'd never known about himself. Challenge:pervy_werewolf Lusty Month of May 2010 Word Count: 1,116 Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * Rough Sex; Dirty Talk; Rimming * A/N: Blame every pirate, Indiana Jones, western, etc. kind of adventure for this! Time to have some fun!
My LMoM 2010 entries: Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows
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26 ~ When (Not) to Poke a Sleeping Werewolf and When to Duck (Part One)
“Damn your reformed hide, Malfoy!” Pansy Weasley groused under her breath. “Damn your boyfriend’s goody-goody impulses! Damn Percy’s lovely pale freckles for marrying me!” She furiously tugged at the Extendable Ear and backed away from the office door. A sharp jerk brought the Extendable Ear curving back into her hand and into a harmless-looking tangle of yarn. Pansy pushed it into her pocket as she pulled her wand from her sleeve. “Damn me for goody-goody impulses!”
The door slammed open behind her and Theo was screeching for Pansy. She didn’t look back as she mumbled an Invisibility Charm on herself and ran on her tip-toes down the hall. Nott came to the hallway door and looked up and down the hallway, uncertain of why his private secretary was missing. Pansy peeked around the corner as Theo turned around and slowly closed the door.
“What am I doing?” Pansy turned back to the empty hall and tried to think where her husband might be in the Ministry of Magic. “Percy, where are you when I need you?” She bit her lip and nearly jumped out of her skin when Auror Harry Potter tapped her on the shoulder.
“Pansy? What are you doing practicing war magic in the Ministry?” Harry looked around her and down the hall towards her office. “Nott pinch your bum again?”
Pansy fisted her hands and counted to five in Russian. When she was done, she looked up into Harry’s knowing green eyes. “You have a problem, Potter. Theo’s holding Professor Sinistra hostage.” Harry’s wand was in his hand and magic buzzed in the air as he stepped around her. Pansy grabbed his arm. “No, no! She can take care of herself, but your friendly werewolf is in trouble.”
Harry winced; Pansy had the grip of an Acromantula! “Let me send someone to Nott’s office and you and I are going to find Draco. If this is about Remus, Draco knows what’s going on.” Harry pivoted and grabbed Pansy’s clawing hand from his forearm with a grimace of relief. They ran down the hall until they hit the elevators. There they took one to the Department of Mysteries…and the Unspeakables. On the way, Harry plucked a memo from the air, cancelled its destination and rewrote it for the Aurors.
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Remus turned over and presented his arse to Severus, wiggling it as he presented it for Severus’ enjoyment…and his own. When Severus slapped it, he moaned and bit his lip. “Yesyesyesyes!” he babbled as Severus slapped his arse again, this time clawing it and raising welts. Severus licked his welts and then slapped and clawed, doing it over and over as Remus rocked into the blows. His cock leaked and dribbled onto the bed.
Severus draped himself over Remus, his prick sliding in Remus’ sweaty crease as he leaned forward to murmur into Remus’ ear. “It’s so hot against me, so deliciously heated.” Severus flexed his hips and teased Remus. “When I fuck you, you’ll feel it all over, won’t you, Lupin?”
“Oh, yes...yes!” Remus pushed back, the pain and the pleasure spiking in his blood and sending the hot fluid into his weeping prick. “Touch me! Fuck me! Please, fuck me!” He shivered when Severus reared back and the cool air touched his heated skin and making the abused skin tingle. “Put that thick cock inside me, ‘Rus! Let the heat out!” Remus begged, his head down and his back bowed.
Chuckling evilly, Severus licked his way down Remus’ bent spine and then tongue-fucked the welts before burying his face between the reddened globes of Remus’ arse. His chuckles vibrated along Remus’ nerves and he whimpered as Severus scraped his teeth on the tender skin—gently—before that wicked tongue began probing at his quivering, greedy hole.
“Nguh! Aah…aah…ahh!” Remus babbled as the blunt, slick muscle pushed inside him. “Taste my heat…uh!” Remus bit the pillow to stop his mouth from running on even more.
Severus nodded between Remus’ buttocks, pushing his tongue in as far as he could. He would never get enough of Remus’ tastes: his slick skin, his arse, his mouth—it was all ambrosia and nectar to him. When he’d glutted himself that way, Severus pulled away with a heartfelt groan and licked his lips. “Delicious!”
Remus found himself with a mouthful of pillow and an arse full of Severus in a second. Severus pulled him up and against his body so that not even a thought would pass between them. Snapping his hips, Severus never let Remus be empty as he surged in and out in rapid succession. They groaned and wheezed together, one of Severus’ hands on Remus’ chest and the other tugging his bollocks in time with his sharp thrusts.
“Feel that, Wolf? Feel how hard I am? How I don’t melt in your heat? How I fill every crevice, every niche?” Severus pushed into Remus’ rippling channel as Remus tried to hold him there. The sensuous tug-of-war drove Remus mad in Severus’ arms and began to writhe, twisting his own nipples with keening howls. Severus never once let go, moved away from Remus’ back. “I’ll never let you go, do you hear me? You are mine, my mate, my better half! Mine! Mine!!” Severus howled himself as his orgasm ripped through him.
“Yours…always yours!” Shaking with Severus, Remus wrapped his hand around Severus’ and they pulled him over the edge as well. They fell to the side, Severus still filling Remus’ body and soul. “Love you, Snake…” Remus whispered as he fell into a sated sleep.
“And I you…always,” Severus replied as he too felt sleep plucking at his senses. With his last waking thought, Severus set a timing spell to wake them. A prophecy was waiting for them.
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Draco Malfoy was easy for Harry Potter to find; they had broken the Magical Secrecy Code the first time they’d fucked like mad rabbits inside the Sands of Time. Now, the Department of Mystery recognized Harry Potter as one of its own, no matter what the Ministry said.
When Harry set foot on the floor where the Department was—that day—Draco’s desk appeared like the magic it was. The revised memo flitted away to the Aurors. He looked up, saw Harry’s wild grin and Pansy’s fuming face, and shook his head. “What trouble is the world in now?”
Harry let go of Pansy’s hand and crossed his arms over his chest. “Ask her. It has something to do with Remus. And right now, you’re the resident Remus expert.” He pointed—politely—at Pansy. “And she has new information.”
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Reference
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