Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 (erring on the side of caution) Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, past Remus Lupin/Harry Potter Kink(s): Voyeurism, Threesome (of sorts), Sex Magic Summary: Trapped within himself, Remus’ magic calls to two powerful—dead—entities. Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 1,281 Warnings: none A/N: In order to conform to the spirit of the LMoM, this will be two-parts due to the posting issues at IJ.
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Unconscious and alone, Remus’ psyche searched for his anchor, Severus. He knew his body was wrong and that his lover was searching for a way to finish his transformation—and to stop the same thing from happening when he next became a wolf. Remus felt something was wrong, but he couldn’t feel how his body had skewed from its proscribed path.
The wolf howled inside him, lost without its mate, trapped in a limbo that was dark and yet full of explosions of pain. The spirit of the beast huddled close to the soul of the man, seeking warmth or at least its version of life. Both ephemeral beings swirled together as Remus slept on, each fracturing as the magic within the man warped into something else.
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The ghosts of Hogwarts could feel the subtle shift of magic as it coursed through Remus Lupin’s body. Dead to the world they may have been, but they were still part of it and the magic of the castle. The Bloody Baron—patron ghost of Slytherin and its members—felt the tug the strongest. As he was pulled through the castle to the site of the disturbance, he drew the Grey Lady of Ravenclaw with him. The two ghosts seeped through the walls of the infirmary without a whisper of sound and appeared by Remus’ bed.
The Grey Lady dissolved into a cloud of silvery grey fog and wafted over Lupin’s prone body. She sank into his skin in the blink of an eye. After half an hour passed, she reappeared, hovering over Remus, her ephemeral nose touching his solid one.
“My lord, the magic of transmutation has been corrupted. We may slow the corrosion, but I will need you inside.” Her voice was soft, barely registering as sound, as she spoke. The Grey Lady turned her face to look at the being that had once been her human lover, a warrior of great renown. He nodded and she once again joined with Remus.
The Bloody Baron doffed his helm, setting it aside and watching it vanish into nothingness. Next, his armor followed and vanished as well. He spoke nary a syllable as he stripped down to tunic and leggings. Once free of the trappings of war, he floated over the lycanthrope’s body. He wrinkled his nose—even though he couldn’t smell anything—and forced his way into Remus.
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Inside Remus’ head, the space was getting crowded with himself, the wolf, and now, the Bloody Baron and the Grey Lady. Remus cringed away from the cold ghostly presences, grabbing the wolf’s ruff as he tried to hide.
The Grey Lady—Genevieve de Grey when she was alive—curtsied and approached the two ids of Remus. “Gentle sir…you and your wolf are in no danger from us. We have come to help untangle your magic.” She pulled the ribbons from her hair as she spoke. “The good baron and I will have to perform magic upon you to straighten yours. Do you understand?” She turned her back to Remus and the wolf, motioning the Bloody Baron closer. “Speak your peace, Roderick.”
Roderick of Champagne bowed low, scowling at his former lover’s demands. When he opened his mouth, nothing came out but a hiss. His mouth closed with a snap and he swallowed hard. The second attempt at speech brought forth a voice rusty with disuse. “Good lycan, I am Roderick of Champagne, a champion of the King. My good lady, Lady Genevieve de Grey, was once my heart and my bounty.” He quirked an eyebrow at Remus’ bemused look and the wolf’s wide yellow eyes. “In your parlance, she was my hand-fasted wife. We jumped the fire together and went to death together.”
Remus stood up from behind the sitting wolf and drew nearer the ghosts. “What do you mean?” He shook his head. “I know I’m in my head and the wolf is the lycanthropy, but why would you two enter my body. Is this even possible?” His brow furrowed as he tried to think it through.
A soft hand smoothed Remus’ brow with a sigh. A rough hand joined the Grey Lady’s in soothing away the werewolf’s confusion. “Sir Remus, we are here at the behest of the castle’s magic. You are tied to it in ways diverse and myriad. Hogwarts considers you—and the esteemed Snape—her wards, whatever your ages.” The Bloody Baron bent his own neck to whisper in Remus’ ear. “We will bolster the bulwark of your magic, steadying it for Snape’s further work. Lady Genevieve and I will lend you our strength.” Strong lips pressed to Remus’ earlobe.
“Sir Remus, this is the most essential of magic. My lord and I will draw you and the wolf into our paired essence.” She pressed a chaste kiss to Remus’ lips as the wolf growled.
Stepping backwards, Remus tried to think. The wolf began pacing between him and the ghosts, growling low in its throat, hackles up and stiff on its neck. Waving his hands in front of himself, the id tried to puzzle out what the ghosts were talking about. When a plausible idea came to him, Remus sat down with a thump.
“You…you two are going to perform sex magic on me? With me?” He shook his head. “By me?” The wolf sat beside Remus, tail thumping on the ground. His hazel eyes met the yellow ones of the wolf. “You’re happy with this? With cheating on Severus? You know, your spiritual mate?” The wolf gave a yip, which probably meant ‘yes’ in Wolf!
Crossing his arms as he looked up at the ghosts, Remus said, “I can’t…I’m sorry, but Severus Snape is my mate. My soul and my magic belong to him.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The wolf sat still, tail curled around his feet, both of them stone-still.
The sound of heavy cloth hitting the floor and joints cracking had Remus cautiously opening his eyes to look through his eyelashes. The Grey Lady and her beau were divesting themselves of what clothing they had on. When the firm, muscular physique of the Baron was revealed, Remus felt a stirring in his loins that he tried to fight. He turned his head and found himself staring directly at the pert breasts of the Grey Lady, his appreciation stiffening his cock still more.
“No! I absolutely refuse to participate!” he cried past clenched teeth. The wolf howled and jumped to its feet, teeth bared in challenge.
“Sir Remus, you are merely to watch, to absorb our power as we release it. You and the wolf will anchor us to your psyche. The magic we release will begin to purge the wrongness in yours. You have nothing to do but…” Roderick put a hand on her arm and stopped her.
“You have only to absorb. Should you choose to pleasure yourself, do so. It will only add to the good we do.” The Bloody Baron pulled his lover, his wife, to his naked chest and sighed. “So long, Genevieve…so long since I felt the warmth of your skin and smelled the heady scent of your heat,” he whispered.
Cupping Roderick’s cheek gently, Genevieve spared but a glance at Remus. She turned her whole attention to the man she’d loved so passionately in life. “We are here, now, my lord. Give me your heat and I will share mine with you.” She twined her arms around Roderick and pressed her breasts to the lightly-furred chest of her warrior-husband. Murmuring past a mouthful of skin, she begged him, “Make me burn, quench your sword in my fire…”
Remus and the wolf were enthralled. They both sported rampant cocks as the ghosts rubbed against each other, moaning at the renewed memories of heat and life. The Grey Lady had a dainty waist, small enough to be spanned by the Baron’s two hands. He caressed the curve of her arse with one hand as he traced the line of her spine with the other. Her bountiful breasts—tipped with engorged nipples that made Remus’ mouth water—pressed into the hair on the man’s chest, catching on the curls as she panted under his ministrations.
“Ohh…touch me…feel my heat…reach inside…” Genevieve threw her head back, exposing the line of her throat for the Bloody Baron’s lips. Remus moaned with her as those strong, slightly rough lips suckled and marked her fair skin.