nimrod_9 (nimrod_9) wrote in hp_may_madness, @ 2012-05-20 07:13:00 |
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Title: The Case of the Missing Saviour Part 3
Pairing: Lupin/Snape
Word Count: 1,150
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta'd
Challenge: Day 13 (or 18)
A/N: Used bonding, face shot and blue poppy….they were prompts…weren't they?
Severus rung out his hair cast and drying spell on himself and slipped back into his dressing gown. "Stay here." He instructed Remus and then hurried to the lounge; he cast the spell to open the and let his mother come through.
"I'm sorry. I was trying to catch you before you went to hide out in your lab." Eileen dusted herself off. "Apparently, I was too early."
"I am finished showering. Did you need something?"
"No, I was on my way to Inverewe Garden as I'm out of blue poppy. I thought you might need something or you perhaps accompany me."
"You might have owled."
Remus stepped into the lounge behind Severus. "Nice to see you Mrs. Snape."
Eileen's eyes sparkled. "It's Prince again a name which still carries some weight and is helpful in my business dealings."
Remus held out his hand as Severus mouth gapped like a fish. "It's a pleasure to see you again ma'am. Remus Lupin." He shook her hand. "We'll talk later, Severus." Remus was out the door in a millisecond.
He was never speaking to Lupin again which, of course, he wasn't already. Severus dragged his fingers through is still damp hair. It was obvious he was going to have to kill Lupin and probably Obliviate his mother.
"The werewolf?" Eileen asked. "Your life has certainly become interesting."
"He just stopped by with a bit of a puzzle."
Eileen grinned. "And accidentally fell into the shower with you. Of course, it happens to me all the time."
Merlin, why couldn't Lupin have used a proper charm on his hair?
"Mother…" Severus warned.
"I know. None of my business, but I'd love for you to bring some nice man to meet me and tell me you're going to be bonded." Eileen's eyes softened. "I'd just like you to be happy."
"I am as happy as I will ever be. And I don't need anything at the Garden so if you don’t’ mind, I would like to get dressed and get to work."
Eileen patted his cheek. "Of course, dear. You and your young man should come for supper some time."
"I'll let you know." Severus rejoined. Right, about the time Merpeople learn to fly.
Eileen stepped back in to the floo, tossed some powder and was gone.
Severus contemplated moving to Iceland whilst he dressed.
With Gryffindor predictability Remus knocked on his door the next morning as he attempted to eat his breakfast. He’d changed the wards, of course, but the werewolf knew him better than he cared to admit and his persistence couldn’t be questioned.
Severus opened the door. “Perhaps you should have a standing order for breakfast.”
Remus slipped by him and into the lounge. “Harry missed his initial interview yesterday with the head Auror.”
Severus sauntered back into the kitchen, fully dressed today in preparation. He poured them each a cup of tea. “He could still easily be drinking or shagging or both. The boy is only eighteen after all.”
“Of course it’s possible I suppose.” Remus mused and took bite of a blueberry scone.
“Did you find any other clues?” Severus asked as he sipped his tea and watched Remus through his eyelashes.
“Not as such. I did discover what happened to my old Playwitch magazine collection.”
“Playwitch?”
“Gay wizard magazines were scarce in the seventies and early eighties….naked men are naked men…right?”
“And Potter had them?” Severus shook his head.
“I thought someone had accidently binned the box, turns out it was in Harry’s school trunk.”
“So you searched his room?”
Remus shook his head. “I couldn’t quite do that. I’m worried of course, but he is of age and free to do as he will, as you stated.”
“I imagine the trunk just popped open and you had a look.” Sarcasm dripped from Severus’ words.
“No, I opened it. Kreacher had found a house scarf in the conservatory so I thought I would just put it away. I recognized the box and only opened it to verify that it was mine. It’s still in the trunk.” Remus shook his head. “I nearly took my fingers off I closed the thing so quickly.”
“And yet here you are on my doorstep or in my kitchen as it were.”
Remus took another bite of his scone “As it were.”
“You understand I still am not speaking to you and I never want to see you again.”
“I understand you were under great duress the first time you told me that.” Remus said quietly.
Severus’ teacup slipped from his fingers. Remus didn’t understand, he couldn’t. “Lupin, we’re not talking about this or anything else.” The words were supposed to be harsh; they came out thin and tired. And now he wanted to cry for the first time since Albus died or maybe since Lily. He couldn’t not with….his mind stopped as he felt a strand of hair being pushed from his face.
Remus kissed him and it was soft and gentle. Then the man moved down and kissed his throat and more surprisingly every button on the front of his coat. It was distracting certainly, but there was no doubt in his in where this was heading. At least he hadn’t cried. When Remus kissed each button on his trouser placket, his prick was more than happy to be interested. Severus let his head fall back, it felt like mercy and he was willing to accept that.
Remus had finished freeing him and sucked his hardening prick into his wet mouth. A talented tongue swirled around his prick as he was pulled in and out. The suction varied as did the depth to which he was swallowed. When his prick pushed back into Remus’ throat he just wanted to stay, the muscles fluttered around him. He was teased with tongue and hand and the quivering throat. Then when he was so close, held tightly at the back of Remus’ mouth suddenly his prick was out in the open air whilst Remus’ hand worked him roughly. It was too much.
“Rem..” he croaked. He could already feel his prick pulse and Remus was going to get a face full. Remus’ eye closed after the initial shot covered his nose and one eye. Severus panted and stared at the cream-covered face. A smile curved Remus’ lips as he opened his eyes. He licked Severus clean and tucked him back into his pants. Remus dragged a long finger across his face and sucked the creamy emission from it. After another couple of finger’s full he cast a cleaning charm.
Remus stood quickly. “I know Severus, no talking.” He kissed the upturned face.
I’ll let you know about any new developments. With a quick nod he was out the back door.
Severus surveyed his slightly creased trousers and rumpled coat hem. His armour handed protected him today, but oddly it somehow didn’t seem to matter.