red_day_dawning (red_day_dawning) wrote in red_day_fiction, @ 2008-03-15 22:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: red_day_dawning, fic: nc-17, snape/lupin |
Fic: NC-17 The Promise of Clean Robes - snape/lupin
Title: A Promise of Clean Robes
Author: red_day_dawning
Pairing(s)/character(s): Snape/Lupin
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: golden showers/watersports
Summary: The wolf has been getting territorial - Severus and Remus find they must explore new pleasures to avoid awkward consequences.
Disclaimer: JKR owns the HP characters & settings – I make no money & mean no harm
Author's notes: Initially written for the pervy_werewolf challenge #46 – "trying new things"
1. The Evidence of Some Crime
“You can explain this, Lupin” Severus snarled, brandishing a clump of black fabric, waving it as though it were evidence of some crime.
“It looks like one of your robes, Severus” Remus said evenly, although his heart was sinking, recognizing an unmistakable, pungent fragrance.
“Can you explain why one of my robes, no, why nearly all of my robes are covered in wolf piss.”
“I’m sorry, Severus. I’ll arrange to have your robes cleaned for you”. He sighed, there was no escaping this explanation, he feared. Raising his face to look directly into the other’s black eyes, he said “I’m afraid it’s a … ah… territorial thing, Severus. An instinctual thing the werewolf does.
“What do you mean, a territorial thing? I’m not a werewolf, why would you be marking your territory on my things? I think I need a few more answers than that, Lupin.”
“Ah, yes - I don’t mean a territorial thing in the sense of marking territory as a challenge.” Sighing and grasping the remnants of courage, Remus continued: “Rather it was a marking of territory in terms of intent.” Perceiving Snape’s incomprehension, Remus added, “The wolf is not marking to challenge you, it is marking to try and er … claim you.”
“Claim me? What do you mean? Be clear, Lupin, stop waffling! What is this claiming?”
“I’m sorry, Severus. I think the wolf is making an attempt to claim you in a sexual sense. A romantic claim, I’m afraid.” Hating himself for the tremble in his voice, he added, “Whatever I feel, the wolf feels. The wolf is simply more direct than I, and refuses to repress those feelings.”
Standing abruptly, Snape snapped, “Well forgive me if I fail to see pissing on my clothes as romantic gesture, Lupin. There will be no repeat of this!” And stalked out of the room as though an entire posse of Death-Eaters and Aurors were in pursuit, slamming the door behind him.
“Well, that went well, I thought”, Lupin sighed to himself. And tried to think of some way to prevent the wolf repeating these disgraceful antics the next full moon.
2. Dance of the Cobras.
Hearing the shower running, Remus stripped off his robes, shedding his clothes as he walked towards the bathroom. Severus was standing directly under the spray, rinsing the shampoo from his hair, his pale, lean body gleaming, the muscles and planes of his spare form clearly delineated. Remus stood, admiring him for a moment, his cock stirring and beginning to stiffen as he watched his lover lather soap over himself.
As though attuned to the hardness of his cock, Severus suddenly became aware of him, turning around to gaze with black glittering intensity.
Eyes of obsidian, Remus thought; shiny black gemstone, clear quartz crystal transformed by volcanic pressure, sharper than steel, yet easily shattered. My Severus.
With that intense gaze, and the almost-smile forming, at that moment, Severus seemed more of a predator than himself. An illusion, Remus knew.
Remus drew a sharp breath, mesmerized, almost hypnotized, snake and snake charmer, watching Severus’ cock harden and swell. Dance of the cobras. He felt himself harden in response, aching. He stepped into the shower.
3. The Wolf Within.
He knew it was the wolf inside that made the thought of marking Severus, claiming him, so exciting. Or perhaps it was simply seeing him kneeling at his feet, his hands resting on his thighs unmoving, as his mouth moved up and down on his cock, taking him in deeper and deeper till he was past all barriers and thrusting helplessly in his throat, howling a paean of joy as he came.
He steadied himself against the shower wall, waiting for his cock to soften and relax. The warm water running over him helped.
His cock still tingling from the immensity of orgasm, Remus felt ecstasy brightening with joy as he watched yellow fluid stream from his still partly-hard cock, and spray pungent over Severus’ belly and thighs, his balls tightening beneath the stiff, jutting cock, his piss now mingling with creamy white spurting come.
4. The Promise of Clean Robes.
Waking from the transformation, Remus groaned, trying to stretch stiffness and aches from sore, abused muscles and joints. Severus must have been waiting, alert to his needs; he came into the bedroom immediately, carrying a tray with a teapot, two potions vials and a steaming bowl.
“How do you feel, Remus?” Severus tenderly asked.
“Mmmm, so-so.”
“Here drink these potions first, then have your cup of tea.”
“It’s good of you to look after me, Severus.”
He said nothing, just stroking the back of his hand against Remus’ cheek, then leaning close to gently kiss him. Remus smiled, content with this caring.
Bolstered by the relief of potion-relaxed muscles and the lessening of pain, Remus dared to ask, “No problem with your robes?”
“No problems with my robes, Remus.”
“Perhaps we have found the solution.”
“It is to be hoped.” Suddenly Severus smiled in a rare grin, “An easy solution to implement. I find I don’t mind being marked and claimed at all. As long as my robes are safe”, he added with a mock-ferocious scowl.
Remus smiled, and sat up fully: this new-found happiness, and freshly-roused passion invigorating him. “I’m glad.”