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LMOM: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 7/31 (Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus)
Title: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 7/31 (I hope)
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing (this part): Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus
Characters/Pairing (overall fic): Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus
Summary: "It would take too long to explain the intimate alliance of contradictions in human nature which makes love itself wear at times the desperate shape of betrayal. And perhaps there is no possible explanation." ~ Joseph Conrad
Kinks/Warnings: dream sex, public sex, oral, face fucking, stripping
Overall warnings: Angst
Challenge: LMOM '08, day seven
Word Count: 1800-ish
Notes: OMG ONE WEEK DOWN! WHOO HOO! AND CONGRATS TO EVERYONE WHO'S STILL IN IT! *G* This part is set in 7th year. I plan to span 7th year to POA, and keep this canon compliant. Thanks so so much to innerslytherin for inspiring the Remus/Peter love, and for the speed beta-reading. :)

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Peter looked up and grinned, his eyes flitting over Remus' face. "Moony?"

"Yeah?" Remus asked. They were sitting in the library. He didn't think Peter had smiled at him like that since this year began. Peter's fringe had fallen into his eyes. Remus wanted to run his fingers through it. He wanted Peter so much it sort of hurt. Which was a rather unfortunate side effect of having kissed Peter, of having kissed Peter a lot, and tasted his skin, and watched him orgasm, and felt him shudder with release under his lips. God, now it was Remus that couldn't put it out of his head. And Peter?

Peter was smiling at him like he used to. Had it really "exorcised" Peter's demons?

"Do you want to suck me?" When Remus' eyes went wide, Peter laughed and kicked him under the table. "A mouth is a mouth, right? It doesn't make me gay if I like your mouth. And you're a boy and a poof, so you'd know what it felt like. You probably would know better than me what I would even like."

"I want to suck you," Remus breathed. There were people in the library, but none of them seemed to notice the conversation going on between him and Peter. Oddly, Remus wasn't even concerned. In fact, he slipped under the table and crawled to Peter's lap, then undid his zip and pulled down his pants. Peter's cock popped free and it was beautiful. God, it was truly big and beautiful. Remus thought he could easily worship it.

He drew his tongue up the underside of Peter's shaft, and Peter gasped. It was just how a cock should taste and feel against one's tongue, and Remus gripped the base and sucked the head into his mouth.

"Fuck, Moony!" Peter gasped, and Remus swirled his tongue around the head until Peter spoke again. "Put it all in, I need more!"

Someone walked by the table, but didn't stop and Remus blinked at that for a moment, but the swollen prick in his hand was immensely more interesting than asking Peter if he'd managed a distraction charm of some sort.

"Do it," Peter begged.

Remus smirked to himself, relaxed his throat, and took Peter as deeply as he could. Fuck, it was amazing! Remus wasn't sure what had switched in Peter's mind, but he didn't care. He was being allowed to do this after the taste of Peter had left him wanting more. He worked his mouth into a rhythm over Peter, relishing the way Peter squirmed under his ministrations. Peter's legs kept shifting with pleasurable energy, and eventually Peter slid down in his seat and spread them wide, shifting his hips to shove his prick into Remus' mouth farther.

Remus was already hard, but that brought forth a moan, which made Peter shudder in response.

"Oh my God, oh God, Moony, Moony," Peter was babbling and his fingers fisted tightly in Remus' hair. So tightly Remus thought it should hurt, even thought it didn't.

Remus pressed his hand to his cock and shifted, craving the release he hadn't claimed last time with Peter, as Peter began fucking his face in earnest, the hungry push of his cock into the wet heat of Remus' mouth leaving Remus utterly breathless. He shifted once more, and again, thrusting against his forearm until he was tangled in sheets. The scene before him swirled to blackness, and it hurt almost physically. He gasped and opened his eyes to find himself frotting desperately against his arm, and froze immediately, though he couldn't stop the frantic pace of his breath.

Fuck.

The dormitory was silent and dark, and Remus' bed curtains were drawn. His first impulse was to charge over to Peter's bed and tell him to take care of what he'd started, but after a moment his rational mind started to pick up and take over the haze of sleep and arousal. He pressed his hand to his erection and swallowed a groan, then slipped out of bed.

Severus hadn't touched him in over three weeks, and after his last encounter, with Peter in the clearing, Remus was starting to feel needy. He crept across the room, and climbed half under James' bed and started to dig, carefully so he didn't wake his friend, for the map. Once he was out, he spread it out in his lap. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he breathed, flicking his wand at it.

His eyes darted first to the Slytherin dormitory. Severus wasn't there. It didn't take long to find him though. Remus knew a few places to always check first, and he eventually saw the little marker for Severus sitting perfectly still in the Astronomy tower. "Mischief managed," Remus whispered, then quickly stuffed the map back under James' bed, trying to make it look undisturbed, and headed out of the room.

By the time he reached the tower, he realised he hadn't changed out of his pyjamas. He knew it would get him mocked, and honestly, he wasn't sure what to expect after not seeing Severus for so long, but he needed something. What that something was, he wasn't sure, but he didn't know what else to do anymore.

"Fancy meeting you here," he murmured, smiling faintly. His cock was soft now, but still aching from being teased, and he had to remind himself not to become over eager just looking at Severus and knowing they were alone right now.

Severus looked up and scowled. "Are you following me?"

"I haven't met with you for three weeks and you think that?"

Severus watched him, watched him so closely that Remus felt naked, then arched a brow. "Fancy a fuck?"

Remus felt himself tense and relax at the same time - tense because Severus was going right back to this, and relax because Remus really did need exactly what Severus was offering. It was odd, but Remus nodded. "Yes."

"Strip," Severus ordered, not getting up from where he was sitting.

Remus blinked at him. Strip? He glanced over his shoulder then back at Severus, feeling his face heat even as his cock twitched to life again, which was probably the reason he lowered his gaze, letting his fringe fall in his eyes, and started unbuttoning his pyjama top. He swallowed, and let it fall from his shoulders once the buttons were opened.

He started to unlace the tie in the front of the bottoms, and Severus told him to go slower, so he did. Remus kept darting little glances up at Severus, who was watching him with barely contained lust in his eyes, and yet again Remus found himself enjoying being watched, even when he knew he should be embarrassed. Eventually he let the bottoms drop to the floor, too, which left him standing on the stone floor in just his pants. He looked up at Severus. "I meant it when I said I liked you."

Severus was still fully dressed, but there was a bulge in his trousers. His expression was blank. "My regard for your opinion on myself or anything else is quite low, Lupin."

Remus nodded and hooked his fingers in his pants and pushed them off, slowly, letting his cock spring free.

"You disgust me," Severus continued, though his eyes were still hungry.

"That's not how it seems," Remus said, then gave the bulge in Severus' trousers a significant glance.

"You swallowed my prick to make sure I didn't tell the school your secret. You have no decency."

It was true that he'd sucked Severus the first time after going to him and telling him he'd do anything to keep Severus quiet, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have done it otherwise. Remus kept that to himself. "You hexed Fabian Prewett's cat so its insides were on its outsides. I have more decency than that," Remus said calmly, though he was starting to feel odd about just standing here naked when Severus wasn't.

Severus' eyes raked his body for a moment. "Point taken, Lupin, I'll rescind that argument. It's self respect you lack." He tilted his head at the way Remus was standing there naked, in a way that clearly implied this was a perfect example.

Remus' mouth fell open, but he didn't argue. He wasn't sure he could argue. Except that he didn't think the fact that he was buggering Severus was all that degrading. Okay, this, right now, was a little awkward, and Severus wasn't very nice to him and he kept coming back. Still they both got something out of it, and Remus almost didn't hear Severus' insults anymore. "Th-this has-- this has been mutually beneficial," he finally managed to stammer in his defense, his hand going to his prick to cover it slightly because this was weird.

"Exactly, Lupin. Why would I wish to change anything about this arrangement?"

"Because I treat you well." Even when you treat me like this "I like you." Sometimes I wonder why. "I--"

Severus cut him off. "Do you wish to end our dalliance?"

Remus stared at him for a moment, surprised by the question, then shook his head. It was only after that that Severus shifted and pulled open his pants, just enough for his cock to spring free, hard and lovely, and Remus felt his cock throb again at the sight, need surging through him.

Severus glanced up, his fingers curled around the base of his cock and his eyes glinting at Remus. "Then I suggest you stop spewing your feelings about me," he said, the word "feelings" sounding disdainful, "and come over here and sit in my lap."

Remus felt oddly aroused and deflated all at once, and when he crossed the room and climbed into Severus' lap, Severus did a lubrication spell and guided him directly down onto his cock, and Remus gasped. He stayed in Severus' lap for a good half-hour, though, with Severus surging up into him, filling him with pleasure that made him forget anything else even mattered. He clung to Severus' shoulders and came with Severus' fingers curled around him. When Severus came too, he patted Remus' cheek in a patronising way, called him a "good wolf," then zipped up his trousers and left Remus there, naked and sticky.

Remus felt numb for a moment, coming down off his release alone, and when reason returned to him, a wash of emotion hit him all at once, when he realised something with stunning clarity: within a single month, he'd gone and mucked up two good things in his life, his friendship with Peter and his relationship with Severus... all because he'd tried to change them.


Part 8