nehalenia (nehalenia) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2008-03-11 23:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic: r, prompt: trading places |
Trading Places Challenge Fic: Hen Party 3/3 -- THE FINALE! AT LAST!
Title: Hen Party (Part 3 of 3)
Author:nehalenia
For: Trading Places Challenge, for nepenth's lovely art At Lily's Bachelorette Party, '79
Rating: R
Warnings: Seriously AU ("Voldemort? Voldemort who?"; plus, Snape and Lily obviously recovered from the 'Snape's Worse Memory' fiasco.) Also, implications of (very mild) het.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it isn't mine, it's JKR's. This is for entertainment purposes only, no profit is being made or sought.
Word Count (this part): 2416
Author's Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NEPENTH! I know, I know, posting the last part of a fic I should have finished up long before isn't much of a birthday present, but I hope it gives you a tickle anyway. Also, I hope you don't mind, but I used your art to make a special icon for the fic because... well, because it was so darn cute! (I won't use it for anything else w/o your permission, but hope you don't mind it in this instance.) Also, a big Thank You and smooch to lore for coming up with the Trading Places Challenge. It's been way fun!
Part 1 (in case you missed it)
Part 2
Severus Snape hated changing his opinions. He didn’t form them negligently, like some people did. He gave them careful thought and research. He studied evidence.
Like the irrefutable evidence that James Potter was a complete and utter prat. Like the irrefutable evidence that Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew were prats of only slightly less distinction. And that Remus Lupin, who was ever at their sides, must therefore also be a complete and utter prat.
Severus hated changing his opinions about people – especially those long-held and cherished – but as he drummed his long fingers on the covers of his borrowed bed, he was coming to the conclusion that he might have to. That he might even... want to. He decided to review the latest evidence once again.
Item: that Remus Lupin had behaved more than decently to him at Lily Evans’ Hen Party, even – in fact, especially – after he had nearly vomited on him.
Item: that Remus Lupin had transported him secretly from Lily Evans’ party to Lupin’s own flat a) because Severus was too inebriated to see himself home, and b) to avoid being fodder for the infamous McKinnon-Longbottom gossip mill.
Item: that Remus Lupin had behaved more than decently when, upon arrival, Severus had once again emptied the contents of his stomach – such as they were – on Lupin’s aged but clean carpet, and had even blamed himself for the “rough Side-Along Apparition ride.”
Item: that Remus Lupin, who apparently had not been totally inept at potions, had prepared and put him into a warm, foamy bath scented with sandalwood and lavender, brought him the dregs of all the Sober Up potions he could find mixed in with a pinch of baking soda and a bottle of ginger beer, and then left him to soak in said bath.
Item: that Remus Lupin had prevented him from drowning when he had fallen asleep in the aforementioned bath and started to slip under the water, and had not even ogled him unduly in doing so, despite the fact that most of the bath foam had been dispersed by that point.
Item: that Severus Snape was now ensconced in Remus Lupin’s bed, wearing the top to Remus Lupin’s only clean pair of pyjamas, while Remus Lupin was bedded down on his too-short, too-narrow sofa, wearing the bottoms of his only clean pair of pyjamas.
Item: that Remus Lupin had kissed Severus quite thoroughly at Lily Evans’ Hen Party.
Item: that Severus Snape had let him do so; and had liked it.
The evidence, somewhat regrettably, did not point to Remus Lupin being a complete and utter prat.
Severus sighed, decided not to think about it anymore that night – or what was left of the night, at least – turned on his side and tried to go to sleep. He found that he couldn’t. He turned on his other side, then onto his stomach, then onto his back. He blinked into the shadows on the ceiling cast by the one floating candle left burning. He looked from one side to the other. Really, the bed wasn’t that narrow. There was room for two pillows. Surely there was room for two people. Certainly he would have no trouble keeping to one side of the bed, and Lupin, while a bit heavier than he, was fairly compact. He drummed his fingers on the covers once more, then tossed them back with a sigh and got out of bed.
“Lupin, are you awake?”
“Severus?” The lump on the sofa moved and Severus could see the silhouette of Lupin’s rumpled hair as he sat up. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine, Lupin.”
“Er... did you need anything, then?”
Severus paused. He was glad the light was dim and Lupin couldn’t see him fiddling with the hem of the pyjama top.
“No. It’s just... that sofa seems rather short for you.”
“It’s perfectly all right, Severus. I’ve slept here before.”
“Yes. Well. It looks rather cramped. And I... don’t want you to put yourself out for me. Any more than you have, that is.”
“I’m fine, Severus, really. Unless... there’s not anything wrong with the bed, is there?”
“No, not at all. It’s just... it does seem... wide enough for two.”
Lupin didn’t answer immediately. Severus swallowed, but didn’t say anything.
“If you think... well... if it wouldn’t make you uncomfortable, Severus.”
“No, Lupin,” he said. “I don’t think it would.”
He saw Lupin push a hand through his hair, then thow off his thin blanket. He rose and walked over to the doorway where Severus stood.
“Are you sure, Severus?” Even though they couldn’t see each other well in the darkness, Severus was almost certain of Lupin’s expression: that concerned, earnest, almost hopeful look.
“Yes. I think I am,” Severus answered, then turned without further ado, went back into the bedroom and lay down on Lupin’s bed. Lupin followed him, stood by the bed for a moment, almost as if having second thoughts, then pulled back the covers, and lay down on the other side.
The bed frame creaked as the two of them negotiated a balance, and the mattress seemed to sigh as they each settled down facing opposite walls. There was enough room between them that their backs didn’t touch, but Severus clung a bit to the edge of the bed, just to make sure Lupin had as much room as he needed. Or wanted. He listened to hear if Lupin was settling in to sleep, but he couldn’t tell. He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep himself, tried to relax his muscles, settle his mind, but nothing seemed to work. Finally, with a small sigh of surrender, he rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. A moment later, he heard a similar sigh from Lupin, who also turned onto his back. Their shoulders just barely touched.
The silence between them seemed to deepen, to stretch out, and then came a rough soughing sound from outside. Tree branches scraped at the bedroom window, and somewhere below it, a shutter banged back and forth.
“Rain, I think,” Lupin said, his words followed by a sudden splatter of moisture against the window and the sound of a rising wind. The rain came suddenly, beating loud on the roof and the panes for several minutes before it softened to a lighter, steady fall. The two of them listened without speaking, then Lupin sighed, shifted a little, and his shoulder brushed against Severus’s. Severus closed his eyes and let out a low breath. There was no way, he thought, that someone simply brushing against his shoulder should make him feel... the way that felt. He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. The rain made it easier to speak.
“What’s it like?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He heard—felt—Lupin turn his head.
“What’s what like?”
“... Don’t be dense, Lupin.” After a moment, Lupin made a little sound of understanding, and turned onto his side, propping his head up on one hand. Severus remained on his back, staring at the ceiling. He could feel Lupin’s eyes on him, but it was some moments before he could turn his head and try to meet them.
“It’s like this,” Lupin told him, and Severus closed his eyes as Lupin’s fingers touched his cheek and tipped his head, and then they were kissing again.
Severus didn’t analyse this kiss. He opened his mouth and let Lupin in, as easily as he opened to the sound of the rain, or the feel of Lupin’s fingers drifting from his cheek to his jaw. He let the warmth of Lupin’s kiss, the soft pressure of his tongue, the smooth edge of his teeth take him over, and when Lupin’s bristled cheek was scraping his own and Lupin’s breath was warm against his ear, the werewolf whispered “Like this, Severus. Just like this.”
Severus let his own fingers creep into the soft waves of Lupin’s hair. He rubbed his face against Lupin’s like a cat, and when he found Lupin’s ear under the locks of his hair, he asked “What else is it like?”
Lupin pushed him down and kissed along his throat as he unfastened the buttons on Severus’ pyjama top. “Like this,” Lupin smiled as he pushed the cotton folds away and laid Severus bare, running his hands over Severus’ chest and his teeth along his collarbone. Severus bit his lip as Lupin’s thumbs circled his nipples and his tongue dipped into the hollow of his throat. He tried to lie still under the werewolf’s touch, but when Lupin’s fingernails were scraping over his ribs and Lupin’s mouth was pulling at one of his nipples, he cried out and grabbed Lupin by the head.
“Too much?” Lupin asked, raising his face.
“Not enough,” Severus gasped, guiding Lupin's mouth back down to his chest and groaning when Lupin’s small laugh vibrated through the nub of hardening flesh. Lupin’s hands moved south, sliding over his waist, and when his fingers slid beneath the band of Severus’ pants, he trembled with both anticipation and dread, then lifted his hips so Lupin could slide them off.
“Oh, Severus!” He felt as much as heard Lupin’s groan as the werewolf pressed his face into his stomach, the hoarse voice muffled as the rough tongue teased his navel. Broad, work-callused hands slid down his thighs, making him shiver in a way the soft, lotion-scented hands of girls never had, and hard fingers gripped his knees possessively. The stubble on Lupin’s chin rasped over his hip, and a firm hand slid up, up his inner thigh, then stopped when Severus whimpered and gripped Lupin’s hair. Lupin paused, waiting, his lips brushing Severus’ hip bone, his breath warming his skin. Both of them were breathing so loudly that Severus could barely hear the rain. His fingers slowly uncurled in Lupin’s hair.
“What else?” he breathed. “What else... is it like?”
“Like this, Severus,” Lupin whispered as his head dipped down and his hand moved up. “Like this.”
Severus’ mouth opened, but he couldn’t cry out. His eyes fell closed as he arched up, limbs stretching, back lengthening, the building tension in his muscles pulling him open. He felt like a parchment scroll that had been rolled up tight and stuck in a cubby hole for years, until Remus Lupin had found him, blown the dust off and opened him up. Now Remus Lupin’s broad, rough hands were carefully spreading him out, smoothing him flat, weighting him down. Now amber eyes were leaning close to decipher him, and soft lips were decoding all his secrets.
“Ahh—Remus!” His head thrashed on the pillows as he gasped the name, hips thrusting up, fingers tearing at the thin sheet beneath him. With a soft growl that nearly undid him, Lupin lifted his head and rubbed his cheek against Severus’ thigh.
“Enough?” Lupin asked. Panting, Severus raised his face and looked down to where Lupin lay between his legs, eyes glimmering in the candlelight, hands dark against his own pale thighs.
“More,” Severus moaned.
“More,” Lupin repeated with a throaty laugh. He kissed the hollow place at the top of Severus’ inner thigh, then sucked on the flesh until Severus squirmed. “How much more?”
“All of it!” Severus gasped. “Everything.”
Lupin pushed himself up and crawled over Severus until he was beside him. He put his hand on Severus cheek and seemed to study his face. “Are you sure?”
Severus leaned forward and kissed Lupin, then wrapped his arms around him and rolled him over. His hands travelled eagerly over the muscles of Lupin’s back and sides, then down to tug at the pyjama bottoms he still wore.
“Yes,” he sighed into their kiss, groaning when his hand slid over and cupped the hard evidence of Lupin’s arousal. “Yes—yes—everything!”
Lupin laughed in a low, throaty way that made something tighten deep inside Severus. He kicked off the pyjamas that were already half-way down his legs, then grabbed Severus and rolled on top of him with a growl.
“You’re so hungry!” Lupin breathed, looking down at him with a kind of wonder, stroking his fingers over Severus’ cheek and following it with kisses.
Hungry. Yes, that’s what it was, Severus realized. He’d always been hungry, but never known it. Had never even known what he was hungry for until Remus Lupin slid his hand under his hair, pulled him close and kissed him. Kissed him and spread the banquet of possibility before him.
“Yes!” he moaned, fingers digging into Lupin’s shoulders as he pulled him down on top of him, pressing their bodies together and wrapping his long legs around Lupin’s narrow hips. Yes, he was hungry, and his hands, his eyes, his mouth, his whole body silently begged for Remus Lupin to feed him everything; everything he had.
And Remus Lupin did. He fed Severus with his mouth, his hands, his words, his entire body. He used his lips and his fingers like keys to unlock every secret, to open Severus up and strip him bare; and when Severus lay beneath him, drenched with sweat, breathing like a racehorse, eyes glazed and tongue so numb with pleasure that ‘Remus’ was the only word he could speak, Remus Lupin took him by the mouth and by the hips, and poured himself inside him and gave Severus everything.
It was still raining when the two of them were finally still. They lay entwined, their foreheads pressed together, letting their blood and bodies cool until the sound of the storm outside was once again louder than their breathing.
“So that’s what it’s like,” Severus said, so softly the rain should have hidden the sound. Lupin heard him anyway.
“Mmn, yes, Severus,” he said sleepily. There was hardly any space between the two of them, but he tugged Severus closer anyway.
“Was that really... everything?” Severus watched Lupin open one eye and arch an inquiring brow. “That’s... all there is to it?”
“No,” Lupin breathed, smiling and tilting his head just enough to press their lips together. “There’s more, Severus. When it’s right, there’s always more.”
Severus looked at Lupin for a moment more. “Good,” he finally said, then closed his eyes and somehow managed to snuggle even closer. He was very tired, and he ached in several pleasant ways, but for the first time since Lupin had sat down beside him at Lily Evans' party, he was not confused.
FIN