Omni (omni_sama) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2010-04-01 00:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic: r, prompt: snupin showers |
Snupin Showers: Fic: Your Ignorance Is Treason (R)
Title: Your Ignorance Is Treason
Author: Omni (aka: rip_von_christ)
Rating: R
Warnings: Foul language, dry humping, no beta (and written when I should be sleeping)
Challenge: Snupin Showers (Day=April 1)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, just the situation in which I'm placing them. Also, the title and cut text comes from the lyrics of "You Don't Understand Me," by the Raconteurs.
Summary: Severus did not expect Remus Lupin to pull him suddenly into a dark closet and start shyly touching his face. He knew he should leave said closet, because nothing good could come of it. Unfortunately, teenage hormones don't listen to reason.
Note: Takes place while they're still attending school, after the Shack Incident. I'll say seventh year. Because I like them as legal as possible.
It was a bad idea. He knew it was so very wrong on so many levels.
But, no one could see. They were alone, in what was likely once a broom closet, shrouded in darkness. It was safe there. In that darkness, he had the courage to let the other boy run fingers along his face, his neck, his chest. For a moment, he could forget about that boy’s friends, and the boy's curse, and all the many, many reasons he should resist. This was what he’d wanted, wasn’t it? Why he’d followed him around for so long…why he always kept watching him, even after learning about that dangerous secret.
“Is this ok, Severus?” The words were stuttering air against his cheek, and they smelled of peppermint.
It was most certainly not ok.
He did not voice this, however. Instead, he let his hand feel about in the darkness until it found the sharp jut of the other boy’s hipbone through the fabric of his robes. As the breath on his cheek started growing heavy and damp—a sort of desperate, anticipatory panting—he turned his head to catch the peppermint air with his own mouth.
The kiss was unexpectedly stimulating. It was, after all, just a kiss. Somehow, though, this kiss made his heart beat faster than the tentative touches had, and he felt some of the other boy’s desperation. They clung to each other, mouths taking turns in accommodating two tongues, teeth making false threats to bite through lips. Pressing their hips together, they rocked and groaned like an old boat on rough seas.
He thought he heard a noise from outside the door, and jerked back from the kiss to focus. “No, no,” the other boy whispered in almost a whine, so soft he could barely hear it over their mutual panting. The boy buried his face in the crook of his neck, and he could feel him shaking it a little, ever so subtly. “No,” the other boy repeated, but he only knew because he could feel the lips pressed against his neck form the word.
As a protective reaction, he wrapped his arms tightly around the boy. The lips at his neck rewarded him with kisses and nibbles, and he found his hips rocking again of their own accord. Hell, he was so close already, and they were still dressed.
“I want to feel you,” he whispered, and it was the first thing he’d said since getting dragged into that closet so unexpectedly.
Long fingers grabbed possessively at his shoulder and hip, and he felt a particularly sharp nip at his neck. “Yes. God, fuck, yes. I want that so much, Severus. You’ve no idea.”
He rather thought he had some idea, yes. Trying to convey this, he gave a forceful thrust with his hips, and shifted them so he had the other boy pinned against a wall. “I want to fuck you.”
The response he got was his head being grabbed and pulled forward for a fierce kiss. Which was good, because he had started feeling ridiculous uttering such uninspired tripe the moment it came stumbling from his mouth. At least it had been well-received, if not elegantly delivered.
Just as he was about to start trying to solve the puzzle of how to remove their clothing without ceasing their touching and kissing and grinding, the door flew open. The sudden light blinded him for a moment, but he did not need to see to recognize the owners of the voices who cried out in unison: “April Fool’s!”
The boy in his arms tensed, his eyes closed and head turned down and away. He wondered if the boy thought he could hide from the world that way. There was a second when he envied such delusion.
Strong hands grabbed him and pulled him off the other boy, tossing him out into a blessedly empty hall. The three boys outside of the closet laughed, while the one inside finally lifted his head and opened his eyes. Since the other three were turned towards the hall, they did not see the boy in the closet, and missed the disturbingly blank look, as if he’d shut down. They did not see how that was just a shoddy mask, which could not stop the moisture from gathering along the rims of insomnia-bruised eyes. He saw, though, and fought the twinge of impulse to once again try to protect him.
“Just as we always thought! He’s a bloody poof! Seriously though, Snivellus, you thought he really wanted you?” one of the boys asked, punctuating it with a scoff.
“Like anyone would want you,” sneered another, pushing up his glasses with a smirk.
“Really! It’s too much!” added the third, laughing a bit too loudly.
“Remus, that was a truly brilliant prank, mate,” the first remarked, barely glancing back at the boy in the closet. “Good thing we stepped in, though, or else he might have tried to push things too far.”
The boy in the closet blinked a few times, clearing the deadened expression and the moisture, and tacked on a smile. “Yeah, good thing! I mean, can you imagine! Me and—and—Snape! Just…hah! God!”
“True Gryffindor, you are, Moony! I don’t think I’d be able to make myself touch this slimy git, let alone snog him!” The first boy offered this compliment with a hearty laugh, to which the others were quick to respond.
Fury bubbled like a neglected cauldron in his gut as he watched them all laugh at his expense. Flicking a glance at the boy in the closet, he felt the anger brew hotter. There were few things in the world that he hated more than cowards, and the thought that he’d just been kissing one made him feel rather sullied.
Affecting an apathetic calm, he ran a hand lazily down his robes to smooth them out. “I got him warmed up for you, Black. I’m sure you’ll find him still hard and ready.” A smirk came to his lips when he saw the first boy sputter in rage and the boy in the closet close his eyes in something he so very much hoped was humiliation. “But, don’t worry; I wouldn’t really have done anything with him. I’ve no interest in your sloppy seconds. Probably has some sort of horrible disease, thanks to you.”
As several mouths opened to spew out retorts at once, he plowed over them even as he turned to walk away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to procure a flea-remover potion, thanks to that disgusting animal.”
Their taunts and jeers followed his excruciatingly long walk down the corridor. There were new insults added to their much-limited and clichéd repertoire, thanks to what they’d discovered from the “prank.” He imagined it wouldn’t be long until the entire school knew. Before he reached the door at the end of the hall, he stopped, an idea unfurling itself like a secret message in his mind. Surprisingly, the boys quieted down when they saw him slowly turn back to face them.
Perhaps it was due to the positively evil smile stretching his lips painfully taught.
“Well, I suppose we know each other’s dirty little secrets now, Lupin,” he said, the words bouncing off those cold stone walls. The other boys stared at him in various assortments of anger and dismay. They got the message, though, he was certain.
“Oh, fuck you, you greasy son of a bitch,” yelled the first of the pranksters. “You tell anyone, and I’ll—” He slammed the heavy wooden door on the boy’s words, effectively muffling them to easily ignorable decibels.
He was proud of himself, that he was able to make it all the way back to his dorm before his knees gave out. Pulling his curtains tight around his bed, he blocked out the world and cursed himself a fool. What had he been thinking?!
It had been such a horrendously bad idea.
And yet he knew, deep down...that he’d do it all again, if given the chance.