nimrod_9 (nimrod_9) wrote in hp_may_madness, @ 2012-05-17 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | #madness2012, author: nimrod_9 |
Day 17 (12) The Case of the Missing Saviour Part 2, Remus/Severus
Title: The Case of the Missing Saviour Part 2
Pairing: Lupin/Snape
Word Count: 955
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta'd
Challenge: Day 12 (or 17)
A/N: part two of more
Severus’ breakfast was interrupted again the next morning with a knock at the door and eventually turned into pounding. He’d strengthened his wards the day before, but when the pounding didn’t cease he went to have a look. For all he knew his mother had finally gone off the deep end. By the time he reached the door the racket had ended. He cautiously peeped outside, but no one was to be seen. Satisfied that he’d done a thorough job with his wards, he returned to the kitchen.
“You still make an excellent cup of tea, Severus.” Remus said as he sipped.
“Lupin, how the hell did you get in here?” Severus bellowed.
“Well, I’m familiar with your wards, and your likes and dislikes.”
“Not that familiar.” Severus groused.
Remus smiled slyly. “Very familiar. Intimate one might say.”
“If you’ve come simply to tell me the joyous news that the boy has returned, you should have sent an owl.”
“Harry still isn’t back; he hasn’t contacted anyone or returned any messages that have been sent to him.”
“So he’s on a two day bender or perhaps a thirty-six hour rebound shag. It happens to the best of us.” Severus pulled the lapels of his dressing gown tighter. “Now if you’re finished.”
“Not quite.” Remus pulled a copy of The Daily Prophet from his coat. “Have a look at this.” He pointed to a small advert in the classifieds section.
Is there something missing in your life?
Where is your Saviour?
Does lightening have to strike?
Severus scoffed. “That’s probably just some religious nutter.”
Remus folded the paper carefully. “If it is a religious nutter as you say, the timing is very odd. The ad wasn’t in yesterday’s paper or any from the previous ten days.”
“And you would know that because?”
“I looked.” Remus replied. “I have done research and clandestine work before.”
Severus huffed. “You’re a child in that arena.”
“Which is one of the reasons I came here to see you yesterday. You are the master covert operations and you know the Death Eaters. Maybe one was missed, maybe there’s an entire faction that was missed. I don’t know, but I do know you’re the best and the brightest.”
“And the other reasons?” Severus asked cautiously.
“I want to throw you down and shag you senseless.” Remus stated simply.
“To quote a British Muggle rock legend…you can’t always get what you want.”
“Don’t I know it.” Remus reached out a hand.
Severus could have moved, should have moved. Remus ran a finger over the scars on his neck. It was warm and feather light; it didn’t hurt or tickle, but it made him shiver. Remus’ hand moved farther down, across his collarbone and parted the lapels of his dressing gown to touch his chest. Severus could feel his breathing and pulse increase their pace. He wanted to lean into the hand that slid down to his ribcage. His left hand clenched at his side and his right hand reached up to touch Remus’ forearm.
Remus moved his other hand up and ran his thumb over Severus’ bottom lip. His teeth nipped at the soft pad. Remus’ eyes grew wide and the amber colour darkened to cognac. The werewolf should be completely resistible, but he never had been and he wasn’t now. Severus took the hand that had moved south of his ribcage and tugged it and the man attached toward his bedroom.
They weren’t destined for the bed though, he wanted a shower. More specifically, he wanted Remus to fuck him in the shower. Severus reached in and turned the water on. He turned to Remus and let his dressing gown slip off his shoulders. Remus’ eyes searched his. Severus could feel his Adam’s apple bob was he waited for Remus’ reaction.
“You sure?” Remus croaked.
Severus didn’t answer, but tugged at the hem of Remus’ jumper. Remus was toeing off his shoes and attempting to unfasten his denims; he paused. Severus hadn’t relinquished his hold and pulled the jumper up over Remus’ head. With a quick shimmy Remus was out of his pants. Somehow they were in the shower together.
Remus grabbed the bar of soap from the ledge and slicked his hands. He started at Severus’ shoulders his slippery hands ran over the now damp skin. His fingers and lips wandered until he had covered Severus body completely with the slick substance. Then, Remus pressed him to the tile. They glutted themselves on the feel of warm skin on warm skin. Severus wondered why he denied himself; his brain was too muzzy for rational thinking.
Finally, they stood and rubbed their hard pricks together. Severus pushed Remus back gently and turned himself quickly to face the wall.
“Severus?”
“Lupin…”
He felt the preparatory and lubrication spells take effect. Remus kissed his shoulders and ran his hands down his back to his arse. Strong fingers kneaded the hard flesh and teased and taunted his ready hole. Remus stopped toying with him and slid in slowly. Soon, they were rocking and thrusting and moaning. Remus reached a hand around to pull Severus’ cock as they raced to completion. It didn’t matter if he wanted to prolong it, his body was beyond his control and he and Remus both came within seconds of each other. Cream covered the tile, Remus’ hand and he could feel it begin to run down his leg with the water.
Suddenly, he became aware of a voice calling his name. Someone at the floo. Remus’ arms wrapped around him from behind.
“Ignore it.”
Severus rolled his eyes, no matter that no one could see him. “She won’t give up.”
“Who is it?” Remus tightened his arms.
“It’s my mother.”