nimrod_9 (nimrod_9) wrote in hp_may_madness, @ 2012-05-08 16:50:00 |
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Title: Almost Reconsiliation
Pairing: Lupin/Snape
Word Count: 744
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta’d, bondage
Challenge: Day 8 – I think I got the prompt today!!!
Severus entered his house and looked around cautiously. Something was amiss. All he wanted was a quiet cup of tea and perhaps a sandwich. He had spent the morning shopping in Diagon Alley and Knockturn was well. There was an ointment and a cream that he wanted to whip up to alleviate the scarring on his neck. He wasn't a vain man, but his neck was quite possibly his best feature and would return it to its' former glory. An errand that should have taken an hour at most had stretched to three because everyone had to stop him and comment. Granted, the comments had been equally divided between him being a hero and the lowest form of snake underbelly. He took in a deep breath, hoping to smell whomever or whatever had caused his ill ease. Luck was never his ally.
He silently searched the lounge and the kitchen, before opening the bookshelf to access the stairway. The stairs creaked slightly and he stepped over the third stair which always sounded like cracking bones. He scanned his childhood bedroom quickly and then moved to his current room. With his wand drawn, he pushed the half open door so it opened fully.
Therein lay his problem. Remus Lupin was naked on his bed with his hands bound to the bedposts.
"Not very impressive, Lupin." Severus drawled as his eyes raked the naked flesh.
"It's bloody freezing in here. I'd like to see you in similar circumstances."
"I would have cast a warming charm." Severus schooled his face to be impassive.
"I did, but it ran out hours ago. You were supposed to be back earlier."
"You may blame all of Wizardingkind for that. Daft bastards." Severus' forehead creased. "And why are you tied to my bed?"
"I tried apologizing. I sent you all the pertinent news paper clippings and Ministry documentation. I took out a full page advert in the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler. I've sent you love poems, tea, a new chess set. That chest set cost me a bloody fortune to get here from Italy by the way. I sent house elves to clean and cook for you when you were recovering since you wouldn't let me in."
It had been gratifying to see Remus face on a full page ad proclaiming that he 'love Severus Snape and had never cheated on him'. "Newspapers can't always be trusted, you know that."
"I sent you the results of a Muggle DNA test proving that I wasn't Teddy's father. Dora provided a signed affidavit that I didn't touch her that way." Remus opened his eyes imploringly. "Please Severus."
Puppy eyes. The thrice damned werewolf was giving him puppy eyes.
"And I bound myself to your bed…"
"You believe puppy eyes and sex will fix this?"
Remus shrugged as best he could. "I can't think of anything else. Severus, I love you. It's been you…well forever."
Severus walked around the bed. "You are nicely bond. I could do whatever I wished to you." He knelt on the bed and licked the limp prick. Remus' hands strained at their bonds.
"Liked that did you?"
"Strip for me, Severus."
"No, not yet." He bent and sucked the awakening prick into his mouth.
Remus relaxed against the bed and closed his eyes. "Perfect, Severus."
Severus sucked and licked and frigged the big prick over and over. Each time he brought the werewolf closer to orgasm he stopped. Remus begged for more, for Severus.
"Please Severus join me on the bed, please."
"Not yet." He began his torment again which was now as much suffering as Remus'. His prick begged for release and he sucked Remus all the harder. Finally, he could take no more and turned from the bed.
"Severus?" Remus whimpered.
He began to walk away stiffly.
"Severus please!" Remus erection bobbed in the air.
Severus shoved his hand down his pants as soon as he made to the door and adjusted his own aching prick. Two more steps and he was in the loo. He grasped a tissue from the box, shoved his trousers down and pulled at his prick for all of one minute before he came. A shout echoed from the bedroom. He should have remembered a silencing charm and not chanted fuck and yes and possibly Remus. Merlin, he had it bad. All he wanted to do was join the randy werewolf in his bed. Perhaps he had tortured them both enough.