Current mood:	aggravated
Entry tags:	#lmom 2008, author: bonfoi, kink: first time, kink: partially clothed sex, remus/severus

LMoM #7: Werewolf Eyes: Recollection [Part One] (RL/SS)
Title:

Werewolf Eyes: Recollection [Part One]
Author: bonfoi
Rating: NC17 (erring on the side of caution)
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape
Kink(s): First Time, Partially Clothed Sex
Summary: Trapped within himself, Remus’ magic calls to two powerful—dead—entities.
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 2,651
Warnings: not much of one: Remembered Sex
A/N: Dedicated to those folks leaving me encouragement! Bless you and your kindness! Two parts due to my silly ISP’s changed code!



1 May - Werewolf Eyes
2 May - Werewolf Eyes: Trust
3 May - Werewolf Eyes: Comfort
4 May - Werewolf Eyes: Revelation
5 May - Werewolf Eyes: Phantasm [Part One]
6 May - Werewolf Eyes: Phantasm [Part Two]



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Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.

This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

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Severus Snape could only watch in horror as his lover’s body convulsed across the pristine sheets of the infirmary bed. Harry Potter stood next to him, repeating “He’s dying!” over and over under his breath. The two men stepped closer to each other—unconsciously uniting against something neither understood—as words began pushing past Remus’ unconscious lips.

Trying to remember the strange phrases coming from the lycanthrope, Severus finally remembered he was a wizard and charmed a goose feather to copy the words onto a transfigured sheet. Harry raced off to find Poppy, hoping she’d know what was going on.

When the river of sound slowed, Severus knelt down and brushed gentle fingers against Remus’ cheek. “Why do you have to carry so much pain, my Wolf?” he whispered. The next words that came from Lupin’s mouth had him falling on his arse.

“Sir Severus, your love needs your aid.” The Bloody Baron, sans armor, floated out of Remus’ body, startling the Head of Slytherin House into a squeaking mess—for five seconds. “We have found the blight which afflicts the poor wizard. We will need your potions prowess to help us.”

A soft brush as of thick velvet slid across Severus’ chest and he found himself looking up at the Grey Lady of Ravenclaw. She inclined her head and curtsied, always a most respectful ghost. “My lady and I, and Sir Remus and his wolf, have twined our magics, good sir. We will hold the blight in abeyance whilst you brew the potions told you.” The Bloody Baron’s face, always so stern and forbidding, was soft in the sunset reflecting through the infirmary windows as he spoke.

The Grey Lady indicated Remus with a slight inclination of her head and floated to the prone wizard’s side. She hovered there in silence while the Slytherins conversed in hushed tones. Her magical tie to Remus and the wolf would keep her close by as they drew more aid to the shy Lupin. A faint echo of the wolf’s howls wafted out of the ether as Harry returned with Poppy Pomfrey.

“What the hell was that?!” Harry demanded as he glanced everywhere but Remus. Pomfrey pushed him aside as she whipped out her wand and began casting diagnostic spells and checking the monitoring spells she’d cast earlier.

Pursing her lips, the mediwitch watched the findings blazing into life in the air in front of her. “He’s been possessed.” At Severus’ growl, she rushed on, “Not in a bad manner, Snape. The auras look to be the Baron’s and the Grey Lady’s. They’ve…it looks like the auras have become entwined.” She looked up, a frown on her face. “There are four magical signatures and they are all converging on a common spot.” Poppy blinked as she thought out loud. “Something is wrong with his magic and the ghosts are trying to fix it.” Rolling his eyes, Severus huffed and shared a beleaguered glance with his house ghost—both males looked down at Remus—and wished she would hurry up to the point.

“Well, that’s obvious,” muttered Harry. When Pomfrey turned to look at him, he blushed and looked down at his feet, feeling like a schoolboy caught out after curfew. Snape couldn’t help himself and snickered.

“Just because it’s obvious to you does not make wrong of me to state it once again.” With old age had come crotchety-ness, and Poppy played it for all it was worth. “Just you wait, Harry—and you Severus, you’re that much closer!—saying something out loud can often help solidify an idea or show an avenue not yet followed.” At the chastised looks on both living wizards’ and the ghost’s face, she chuckled. “We all work in mysterious ways. Now, we have to work together.”

Severus Summoned the sheet that had the strange phrases transcribed upon it as he realized that the mediwitch was correct. Laid out on the bed next to Remus’, it looked like some strange ancient parchment. “I think…” Poppy scratched behind her ear with the tip of her wand and she turned her eyes up to the ceiling. “Severus, did you ever hear about the Blight? It was called the Black Plague by the Muggles, but it was the magical component of Bubonic Plague that they didn’t understand.” At Harry’s confused look, she continued to explain, “Diseases often had magical components, the great ones that devastated populations. Each witch and wizard carries it within them, but over the ages, we’ve confined it within our personal magical auras.”

The Bloody Baron nodded. “The lady Pomfrey is correct. During my life, the Blight carried away many a strong wizard. My Lady Grey and I found the Blight within Sir Remus and with our magic joined to his and the wolf’s we have it confined.” He looked at the other ghost and smiled, a private smile that had Severus wishing he could once again share such a thing with his lover.

“The sun is down now. Why don’t you two,” Pomfrey indicated Severus and Harry, “go to supper? Unlike the good Baron and the Grey Lady, we need to eat and to replenish our reserves.” She grabbed both wizards before they could protest and began dragging them from the infirmary. “If you kind ghosts would watch over Remus for us? We will be back within the hour.” The doors closed with a bang behind the three.

Roderick looked down at the wizard that inspired so much concern and smiled. He was a fitting Gryffindor to complement the Head of Slytherin House. “She will keep them away for an hour, my lady. She’s too knowing a one to not have recognized the phrases.” He turned to his lover and winked. “I believe we must bolster the good Sir Remus’ defenses during this time.” He put out an elegant hand, as if he were soliciting her hand for a dance. “Shall we, my love?”

Genevieve smiles and floated over Remus’ body and dissolved into him. Roderick followed with a smile. Within the lycanthrope’s psyche, they found Remus and the wolf napping next to each other. There were books about magical maladies and whatnot scattered all around. The Bloody Baron knelt at Lupin’s side and gently nudged his shoulder to wake him. “Good sir…awaken. We need you to do something.”

Remus jumped and the wolf rolled to its feet with a snarl. When the scent of the two ghosts was recognized, the two relaxed. “Damn! It may be my brain, but it’s still unnerving. Why did you two come back? Didn’t the sex magic cure me?” He looked from the Grey Lady to the Bloody Baron. “I’m guessing not.” He petted the wolf’s head, scratching behind its ears.

Genevieve’s soft voice was like a soft touch against Remus’ confusion, soothing it away one syllable at a time. “Sir Remus, whilst this is magic, it still takes time. We need to bolster your defenses. Love is the best way to do this. We are here to direct a dream.” She looked to Roderick to explain further.

“What my lovely lady means is that we must pull a scene of love and lust from your memory and add it to our joined magics. Each time we layer your magic with ours, the Blight is lessened.” He looked uncomfortable at that, but then straightened his wide shoulders. “You are our charge and ward. We are here to protect you.”

Remus looked down at the wolf and grinned. “So…this time you’re the voyeurs, eh?” he chuckled. “We won’t be orgiastically-tied again, will we?” Lupin and the wolf shared a look that said they wouldn’t mind it, as long as they still never cheated on Severus.

“No, kind sir. This is your memory. We merely ask that you relive it and channel the joy and love into the magical joining.” Genevieve moved closer to her lover. “We will be…otherwise occupied as well, building a stronger magical bulwark.” She closed her eyes and conjured a backless sofa, wide enough for two, covered in Nile green silk and then, she sat, pulling the Bloody Baron down at her side. “Make yourself comfortable as well, Sir Remus, and draw forth your memory.”

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Remus had conjured up the bed he and Severus had first made love in, lovingly duplicating the gouges Severus’ nails had made in the headboard and the worn spots on the footboard where they would tie one another’s ankles. When the construct was to his liking, Remus sat on the bed and patted the space next to him, urging the wolf to come up. With a soft woof, the wolf jumped aboard and Remus sat back to remember his first time making love to Severus…

The April showers of Highland Scotland were not made of soft, warm droplets of rain. They were made of furious passion, coldly sharp needles of it that cut through one’s cloak and robes with icy precision. Remus was drenched to the bone, his best weather spells failing under the onslaught of Mother Nature’s Springtime ritual.

He entered the gates of Hogwarts and huddled under the drenched wool as he stalked towards the great oak doors, grinding his teeth and huffing through his nose. “Summoned like a house-elf!” he thought to himself. “Present yourself seven days before the next moon, Lupin. Make certain to delouse yourself. Don’t track in werewolf dung,” he muttered bitterly. “Damned Snape! Not like I have anything better to do than run whenever he crooks his little, potion-stained, prickly finger! Oh, no…Remus can do come…ask Remus, he has nothing better to do…Get Remus, he’s unemployed again…” The muttering continued well past the entrance and down the stairs to the Slytherin dungeons, until he stood dripping and shivering outside Snape’s quarters. He banged his fist on the door, leaving a bit of skin with how hard he was pounding the wood.

Severus pulled the door open with a snarl and a flourish of robes. “Drag your despicable carcass in here on the double, Lupin!” Snape held the door open and pointed imperiously at the roaring fireplace. “Mind you don’t drip all over the Aubusson carpet; it was a gift from a friend.” He slammed the door and fumed at it before turning to the damp werewolf. “Divest yourself of the damned wet things and dry off! Did you forget you’re a wizard?” He flicked his wand in Remus’ direction and a wing-back chair nudged the backs of the other man’s knees.

Grumbling under his breath, Remus did as he’d been told and sighed as the warmth began to settle into his bones. Once he’d stopped shivering, Remus could think straight and keep his temper at the same time. “You summoned me like a dog, Severus. That was unkind and disrespectful. Now, I’m here. Tell me what you wanted so I can go back home.” He sat down and thrust his feet towards the fire.

Snape looked at the lycanthrope and wondered why he was making the effort, at least that was Remus thought from the prickling of the back of his neck. “Staring at me won’t get me out of here without an explanation. You bellowed, I came…get on with it.” Remus leaned back into the cushions of the chair, warm and comfortable and willing to wait out Severus Snape.

Stalking forward to twirl in a cloud of black robes and scowling physiognomy, Severus put himself between the fire and Lupin. “I’ve adjusted the Wolfsbane Potion. You need to take it twice daily for seven days, starting today. This should allow your body to transform smoothly, for the first time in your lycanthropic existence.” He watched the incredulity swamp Lupin’s hard-won snark with internal glee. “After adequate testing, this formulation would available to any registered werewolf.”

Remus would have fainted if he’d been standing! “We’d transform like an Animagus? Smoothly, without crackling bones and self-flagellation?” He’d leaned forward in his chair, clutching the arms so tightly, his knuckles were white, the scars on them standing out in the firelight.

Looking down at the werewolf that had colored his nightmares for years, Severus realized he’d done the work not because of fame but for the chance to see that look of cautious joy on Lupin’s face. “You’ll be able to hold a job once more.” Snape colored as the memory of causing Remus to lose his post at Hogwarts flitted through his mind. “I cannot begrudge a hero of the war the chance to be a tax-payer.”

Remus jumped to his feet and uncaring about Snape’s feelings, he pulled the other wizard to his chest, hugging him so hard, the buttons running down the length of the man’s robes imprinted themselves on Remus’ skin. “You…you’re giving me my life back, Severus! You’re giving lives to every other werewolf! Thank you, thank you, thank you…” His lips were still cold when he pressed them to Severus’, but for the space of a dream, they met no resistance. The two men stilled as the kiss—such as it was—grew into something more, something compelling.

Surrounded by damp lycanthrope, lips warming the cool ones that tasted of Highland April showers and wildness, Severus felt himself fall. He caught himself against Lupin’s chest, his own black-wool-clad arms holding just as desperately. Snape had to wrench himself from the unexpected comfort and gather his defenses again. “Yes…yes…you’ll be able to live away from poverty and distrust once I’m done.” He turned his back, unaware that the skin below his ears was blush red.

Remus didn’t think, didn’t plan, he only knew that the instant Severus’ lips had touched his had been beyond magical! He wanted that…again and again and again…until he was so full of that feeling that it would be the only one within him. The lycanthrope within was howling at the thought of holding the prickly wizard close, making him submit to the joy they could achieve. “Severus…” he growled. “Don’t turn away from me. We’ve danced around this for twenty-odd years. Have done with it and let’s enjoy the rest of our lives.”

Hands shaking with yearning, Remus mapped the lean strength of Severus’ back, smoothing the seams of the woolen robes over taut muscle that quivered but didn’t retreat. When Remus pressed himself to Snape’s body, molding himself from chest to knees to the other wizard’s contours, they both held their breaths. “Oh…gods…I want you…I want to bend you…break you…remake you…” Remus gasped into Severus’ fine hair.

Almost hyperventilating, Severus had never been so aroused. The fact that a werewolf was plastered to his arse should be a turn-off, yet there he stood, stock-still with explosions of ecstasy going off wherever the damned beast’s hands and breath touched him. Closing his dark eyes as if to hide from the uncharacteristic bravado of his actions, Severus Snape gave himself over to a dark desire; he turned and put his arms around the lycanthrope and snogged him within moments of fainting.

They broke apart to breathe and plunged back into each other’s mouths, tongues tangling and teasing as they stroked against each other and frotted in counter-point. Neither one knew who was the first one to begin unbuttoning robes and pulling at shirts, tearing cloth when the frustration of being kept from silky skin became too much. In a moment of lucidity, Severus felt the caress of fire-warmed air across his lower back and the broken nails of one of Remus’ hands as they traced esoteric runes on his sweat-dampened skin. He moaned and writhed even more against the steel rod pressing against his own cock.

“Heaven…you feel like heaven…” Remus gasped. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came with a shout, shaking and quivering in Severus’ arms. He felt himself lowered to the floor, Snape never letting go as he knelt over the wet path on the front of Remus’ pants.

*** TBC ***

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