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Snupin Remix: Story Gift for Kinky_Kneazle
Title: One Way or Another
Author: Remixy Stix
Rating: NC17
Warnings: character death (Yes, I am warning you off the bat. If you've already read Kinky Kneazle's version, you know who), rough sex, angst, DRAMA, sex, biting, frotting, sex... oh wait I said that...
Disclaimer: These are not my toys, and I make no money in playing with them.
Summary: One spy... or two?
Notes: About 4700 words. A remix of Kinky Kneazle's Why didn't we...?. A few... *ahem* Author-like changes. Aside from these, I've tried to stay as close to the original plot as my own bunnies allowed. Set after HBP, ignoring That Book, and I've taken a few... liberties with the identities of the horcruxes.
The Rat started squealing like a stuck pig the moment he walked in with Fenrir.
He was chosen to accompany the Alpha because he had better control over his wolf, and the Dark Lord had demanded a meeting on the heels of the Full Moon. The younger pups would have caused a scene, and the hotheaded young men would have done something incredibly foolish. So he was chosen, because the Alpha knew the talents each of his wolves possessed. And the months in the pack had changed him.
The worn cardigan and patched tweeds were gone, replaced with sturdy leathers and woollen shirts. Fresh scars, still jagged and pink against his skin mapped the harshness of their life in the wilds. His skin was rough and tanned from wind and sun, his hands thickly calloused. The silver-flecked hair fell to his shoulders in a mussed tangle, and stubble shaded his jaw. He was not the same man who had trekked into the Highlands in search of the pack a scant four months ago. His eyes held an alien, feral fire in their amber-gold depths.
The wolf stared at the Rat from behind Remus' eyes, and wanted nothing more than to tear the traitor's throat out.
Pettigrew's silver hand pointed at him, making his hackles rise and his skin crawl. "Moony?!" he shrieked.
Fenrir snorted, not impressed with either the moniker or the falsetto histrionics. A glance showed that while the Dark Lord wasn't impressed anymore than the Alpha, Voldemort was interested.
Pettigrew looked at the Dark Lord. "Remus Lupin is no traitor, my Lord! Not to the son of James Potter!"
The snarl cut across the room, causing the Rat to quake. Remus' lip was curled back, revealing his sharp, white teeth. Only Fenrir's hand on his shoulder kept him from sinking them into Pettigrew's throat. "Easy, pup," Fenrir cautioned. "Y'ain't in the pack here."
"What is the meaning of this, Greyback?" Voldemort asked in a quiet tone more deadly than all of Pettigrew's screaming.
Fenrir waited a moment, making sure that Remus wasn't going to attack Pettigrew, before answering. "Apologies, milord," he said, glaring his own daggers at the Rat. "He's a might touchy on the subject of his old pack. Usually, ye stay with the one pack. That one, though..."
"Is dead," Remus finished, his voice a low, rough growl. Pettigrew gulped loudly, paling and trembling as he slinked closer to the Dark Lord. As if that might protect him.
Voldemort regarded the tableau, his eyes narrowed in thought. "It does bring into question how loyal this... Moony is, however. If James Potter were truly a part of his old pack."
"He must be a spy, my Lord," Pettigrew simpered, cringing away from the wolves. "He would never betray them. Never. He's a Gryffindor. He's too loyal to both Potter and Dumbledore."
"And you know so much of Gryffindors and their loyalty, do you Womrtail?"
Remus closed his eyes, letting the dark, silken voice wash over his ears. That tantalizing scent curled about his nose and he inhaled deeply. It blocked out the stench of decay that clung to Voldemort like a shroud, the scent that earned him the name Snake Corpse among the wolves, and Peter's acrid fear. He relished in that smell... the dry spice of herbs, the faint metallic hints of ink, and that cool, Night smell. Like he had spent the evening soaking in the shadows and the dew-drenched moonlight. He had only to open his eyes to see Severus Snape standing in the doorway, regarding them all with a faint, amused disdain.
Severus was looking at Pettigrew, his dark eyes unfathomable. When the Rat cringed and glanced away, he transferred that look to the Dark Lord. "I find it highly doubtful that the Order would use Lupin as a spy," he said simply.
The skin and muscle above Voldemort's eyes twitched upwards, raising a non-existent eyebrow. "Do you, Severus? And why is that?"
Severus smirked and walked towards the wolves, shifting his gaze to Remus. And Remus moved, finding it impossible to do otherwise. He was iron, and Severus was a magnet. He was the moth fluttering towards the dangerous fire. He circled Severus once, his nose flaring as he took in more of that intoxicating scent, then followed it to the hollow of Snape's throat. One arm wound around Severus' waist, pulling his back flush against Remus' wider chest. Severus was a good few inches taller than he, but that didn't matter. It was simply easier to press his nose against the delicate skin of Severus' neck and scent along its tempting column.
Severus let his head fall back just enough, giving him complete access. Remus' growling purr throbbed through the air, earning a shocked look from Pettigrew. "Forgive him, my Lord," Severus said, sounding faintly indulgent. "He's a werewolf. They tend to be... blunt. Another reason the Order wouldn't use him. Werewolves are very good when one needs brute strength and fast reflexes... but they don't have the subtlety required of a spy."
"You convinced him to return to his Sire?" Voldemort asked.
Severus chuckled. "He didn't need much convincing, really. A werewolf without a pack is like a mortar without a pestle. It has no purpose. And besides..." He lifted one hand back to trail his long, lithe fingers through the tangle of Remus' hair. Remus purred and leaned into the touch, eyes drifting shut. "I highly doubt the Order would... approve. So unless Pettigrew wants to call my loyalty into question..."
Remus' eyes opened a sliver, watching in satisfaction as Pettigrew went white with fear. Apparently, no one wanted to say anything against the Dark Lord's most favoured follower. Not the Death Eater who killed Albus Dumbledore. Still, he could feel the Snake Corpse's eyes on him, their ruby depths ever suspicious. "Wolf," he said at last. "Look at me."
Severus gently tugged on his hair, bringing his head up. Amber eyes might red, and he could feel the Dark Lord slither into his mind, searching. He would see the pack, their hunts and life amidst the wilds, their joy and freedom beneath the bathing light of the full moon. But should he go any deeper...
Two golden eyes stared out at the darkness, white teeth flashing below. The Wolf would not allow this interloper into his domain, his territory. Voldemort's eyes widened a trifle in surprise, and his mind withdrew.
Remus returned to his enraptured exploration of Severus' throat, clearly not caring one way or another what the Dark Lord thought. "...hm." The Death Eater's waited their Lord's pronouncement with a tense anticipation. Remus heard the faint snort. "Severus, I'll not have him ravishing you on the floor in front of me. Take him to your rooms. Just be sure you return for the meeting."
Severus inclined his head. "As you will, my Lord." With that, Severus turned and stepped out of Remus arms. Remus growled slightly in frustration, but followed Severus out of the room and down the hall. He could hear, very faintly, Pettigrew's whinging and Fenrir's growling reply, but paid them no mind. He followed Severus to a door, which the other man unlocked with a thick, old-fashioned key.
The room beyond was large, with windows that looked out over the desolate moors and the woodlands skirting them. The bed tucked against the wall was large and plush, piled with pillows and a squishy down comforter that would make it exceptionally comfortable even with an icy wind blowing around the windows. The wardrobe was shoved against a corner, giving more room for the shelves upon shelves of books and the large desk standing beneath the windows. He walked in, pleased when he could only smell Severus and the faintest traces of potions. No doubt one of the other two doors led to a private workroom, the second leading to a bath.
He turned to find Severus closing the door behind them, locking it with a negligent wave of his hand. Slowly, Severus closed and then opened his eyes, and then brushed a lock of hair away from his right ear. "You don't find the accommodations to your liking?" he drawled.
"I don't care about the bloody accommodations," Remus growled, stalking the width of the room to pin Severus against the door. "And you damned well know it." One hand wound into Severus' hair, holding him still so that Remus could claim his mouth in a bruising kiss.
Heat flared between them, sparking along every nerve. As good as Severus smelled, he tasted even better. As Remus could easily get drunk on that sort of taste. He felt Severus' long leg bend, shifting to cradle Remus' weight against his hips. Remus could feel that heated length of Severus' erection, and a slight shift brought his own to grind against it. The sound of Severus' moan rippled along his skin, settling in a tight, twisting heat behind his navel. He rocked again, taking what Severus so willingly offered. His tongue thrust between Severus' already swollen lips, and his lover obligingly sucked and teased at it with his own tongue.
Pain bloomed along his back as Severus' nails raked down from his shoulders, and with a snarl he yanked Severus' head back by the hair. Severus' mouth was slick and wet, the lips red and plump. His eyes were dark and shimmering with heat, even as he tipped his head back further, baring his throat.
Remus growled again and dropped his head, finding the delicate skin with his teeth. Severus moaned at the bite, his body arching like a bridge. One leg hiked up, wrapping around Remus' thigh and pulling him in closer. He heard the breathless exhalation of his name, and Remus purred, grinding against him again. Severus writhed at the friction, gasping for air as the pleasure pain of the bite mixed with the rough friction of their frotting. Remus could feel the tension coiling in Severus' body, could feel the damp patch on his robes even through the intervening layers of clothing. He sucked on the bite, purpling it even while his hips began rutting faster and harder against Severus.
Severus jerked against him, his body spasming in the throes of his orgasm. He could feel Severus' cock twitch against his own as it leaked its emission and stained their robes. He let go of Severus throat so he could see his lover's face... the blend of pain and pleasure, agony and ecstasy. His mouth opened in an inarticulate cry, his eyes screwed shut against the sensations wringing his body.
Beautiful... absolutely perfect...
He let his hips still, holding Severus up as the last shuddered wracked his lean frame. He kissed along Severus' throat, up to his ear. "Couldn't even wait to get to the bed, could you?" he purred.
Severus glared at him, though the effect was somewhat ruined by his flushed appearance. "I was not the only impatient one, Wolf," he said loftily.
Remus just purred again and picked him up. Severus didn't even have time to protest before he was tossed onto the bed. Remus pounced, kissing him again even as he took the fabric of Severus' robe and tore it down the middle, baring his chest. He trailed nipping kisses down Severus' throat and chest, pausing a moment to lavish attention onto one dusky nipple. Severus hummed appreciatively, letting his head fall back against the mound of pillows. Slowly, Remus worked his way down Severus' body, leaving a small trail of love bites. When he reached Severus' cock, he rubbed his stubbled cheek against the sensitive inner thigh, watching Severus shiver. Slowly, he licked at Severus' cock, cleaning his first orgasm away. Down, to the sac hanging heavy beneath, down further, to the tempting shadow of Severus' crease.
A murmured word of cleansing, and his tongue traced along the sensitive skin, slowly teasing the quivering entrance to Severus' body. He could hear the strangled, breathless noises Severus was making; he could feel the way his body responded, tightening and quivering at Remus' touch. He flicked his tongue just so, and Severus inhaled sharply, mewling. Remus shifted Severus, raising his lover's hips to gain better access. His tongue probed and wriggled, slowly working his lover open, preparing him.
A glance and he could see the flush staining Severus' body, the way his lover's hands were fisted tightly in the down comforter. He closed his eyes again, inhaling the dark, delicious musk of his lover even as he teased him. Severus' gasps and groans just goaded him on, and he worked him until Remus felt a sharp tug to his hair.
He looked up to see Severus' glaring almost balefully at him. "I don't want your damn tongue," he snarled. "Or your fingers."
Remus growled, and flipped Severus over onto his belly. A sharp tug had him on his knees, ass presented perfectly for Remus' pleasure. Another murmur, and both Severus' ass and his cock were slicked with a cool lubricant. He grasped Severus' hips with his hands, and sheathed himself in his lover's body.
Severus moaned, dropping his head into his arms and pressing his hips back against Remus. That was all the incentive he needed. He jerked his hips back and thrust again, burying himself in Severus' welcoming heat. Remus growled, pistoning his hips in a fast, harsh rhythm. Rutting, like the Wolf when his bitch was in heat. And Severus took it, relished it, loved it. The moans and mewls, the way his body shivered and arched. Severus' hand shifted, and Remus purred, knowing his lover was hard and leaking again. The coil of heat behind his navel tightened, and he let his head fall back, losing himself in the primal passion of the Wolf.
He thrust and thrust and thrust, shifting to hear Severus cry out when he found that sweet, perfect angle. And then, Severus was tightening around him, wringing his own orgasm out of his body. He howled as he came, filling Severus. Claiming him.
Slowly, they spiralled down from the euphoria, and Remus let his spent cock slide from Severus' body. He leaned down, and kissed the back of Severus' neck, at the crossroads of shoulder and spine.
He could feel the slight tingle of magic, the faintest whisper of the scars. They were so delicate and silvered, he doubted anyone but another werewolf could see them. To his eyes, they glowed warmly, welcoming him home. To another werewolf, they would flare a warning. This man belonged to the Wolf called Moony.
His mark, his Sigil, which he had carved into Severus' skin the night he took the Slytherin as his Mate.
Remus kissed them again, the frantic, wild need easing. Slowly, Severus turned in his arms, winding his long hands into Remus' hair and drawing him down for a slow, drugging kiss. Remus relaxed, melting against Severus' body and settling comfortably. He savoured the kiss for a long moment, and then lifted away just far enough so that Severus could feel his lips move.
Can we talk?
Severus carded his fingers through Remus' hair, tipping his head up just enough so their eyes could meet. Remus felt it, that sudden and instant connection. In his mind, he could see four people, two wizards and two witches, suspended from the ceiling in a ring above a large pool. The witches' eyes had been gouged out, their empty sockets fitted with milky crystal orbs. The wizards' ears had been neatly severed from their heads, and in their place were wide-mouthed bowls of the same milky crystal. Their jaws hung slack, and magic streamed from their open mouths, falling into the pool like water.
Remus closed his eyes and shivered. Dark Magic... a binding of bodies to objects. The husks were no longer technically alive. Their hearts still pumped blood, and their lungs still brought in air, but their wills and souls had been suppressed. Now, they were silent sentinels, watching and listening for all that the Dark Lord wanted to see and hear. Severus had warned him when they entered the room; eyes and ears. They were being monitored.
Severus kissed him again, coaxing him to open his eyes. The touch of Severus' mind to his was a gentle as Voldemort's had been cold. He could see, then, the war councils of the Dark Lord. The plans the Dark Lord made to try and catch Harry before the Boy Who Lived could find the few remaining horcruxes and destroy them. The wave of pain Voldemort had felt when one was destroyed, and the toll it took on his body. Only two horcruxes remained, and Voldemort was frantic to safeguard them. His body was withered and weak, but his magic and his mind were still potent.
Remus kissed Severus gently, keeping his weight on his elbows so he didn't crush the man. He showed Severus what the Order had done; the counterfeit Harrys who were running about making quite the noise as they "searched" for the remaining horcruxes. They were accompanied by an equally counterfeit Ron and Hermione, the simulacrums maintained by a complex network of spells over their Anchors. The Anchors, which would keep the simulacrums "alive", were hidden deep within the bowls of Hogwarts castle, and the objects were guarded carefully. Harry, meanwhile, was doing a far subtler search with Ron and Hermione, though no one in the Order knew for certain where they were at any given moment.
Severus was quiet, rubbing his hand over Remus' spine gently. Remus settled, knowing that they had very little time before Severus was going to be summoned again. And they were both so very tired. He could feel Severus' weariness, the heavy way he laid against Remus, the whipcord thinness of his body. He knew Severus was tired, as tired as he was. He brushed his lips against Severus' ear, using only the faintest breath of a whisper.
"When will it be over?" he asked.
Severus closed his eyes, feigning sleep and curling closer to Remus. "Soon," he breathed back. "One way or another... it will all be over soon."
Remus drew him closer, holding him tightly. "Remember your promise." His mind touched Severus' showing him a golden beach with waves lapping playing at the powder-fine sand. Their bodies twined, soaking in the sun as they made love. There was no frantic rush, no play-acting. It was slow, languorous.
Severus smiled against his chest, and he rubbed his hand along Remus' side. "I remember."
They lay like that for what seemed to Remus far to short a time. Soon enough, Severus was hauling himself out of the bed and heading to the bath to clean up. He returned dressed in a new robe, hair and face freshly scrubbed. He smirked, seeing Remus lounging in his bed, and bent to give his werewolf lover a long, slow kiss. For some reason he couldn't name... he thought the kiss felt like a goodbye. He banished the thought, leaning into it and humming in pleasure. "I'll be back soon," he said.
"Bring me something to eat?" Remus asked, rolling on his side and giving Severus a leer. "I need my energy back for tonight."
Severus just smirked. "Insatiable beast." With that, he left, and Remus was left alone.
He let himself drift to sleep, a commodity he had far to little of in past months. The bed was warm and comfortable, and he was surrounded by the smells of his and Severus' joining. He drifted into a misty half-dream, letting himself enjoy the serene blankness until he heard someone coming down the hall. He sat up just in time to see Severus rush in, closing and locking the door behind him.
"We have to go. Now." Severus was pale and sweating, his hands trembling as he opened a locked drawer in his desk.
"Severus, what's happened?" Remus tugged on his leathers, scrambling to get up. "What's wrong?"
"The boy," Severus said, his voice hitching oddly. "The boy found the cup. There's only one left now and we have to get to him." He yanked the drawer open, shoving things aside as he pulled out a journal. "Take that." He thrust it at Remus, who only had a moment to catch it while Severus returned to his frantic search. "Damnation and hellfire..."
"Severus, what...?"
"Don't ask questions!" Severus snapped. "They're coming. We don't have time.... ha!" He pulled out a small blue bead, hardly larger than a pea. This he fitted into a matching bracket in the old-fashioned key he had used to lock the door. He grabbed Remus' hand, and barked, "Itineris!" The key flared brightly, and Remus felt a familiar tug behind his navel...
...he caught sight of Fenrir and Macnair bursting in through the door before disappearing. He popped back into existence in an unfamiliar room. A cabin, he thought, somewhere in the wilderness if the smells were right. He blinked at the firelight, and was surprised by the scuffing of shoes on hardwood floors.
"Remus?!" Harry exclaimed, his eyes large behind his glasses. "What on earth..."
Ron's wand was out, pointed at Severus. "What the bleedin hell are you thinking, man?" he demanded.
Severus was panting, sliding to his knees. "No... time..." he gasped, his face ashen with pain. He shed his robes, and Remus gasped when he saw the fresh looking wound on Severus' side. Remus knelt beside him, trying to get him to rest. "No time!" Severus snapped again, gritting his teeth.
He took his wand, and before anyone could react, cast a hasty slicing charm on the wound.
The Gryffindors could only watch as Severus slid his hand inside the wound, withdrawing a round object from his abdomen. He held the gore-covered trinket to Harry, gasping. "Take it..."
Harry took a step back, his face twisted in revulsion... and then stopped, his eyes widening. "...it's the mirror..."
"Take it, you stupid boy!" Severus snarled. "Smash it! Do it and it's over! It's the last one!"
"How can we trust you?!" Ron demanded. "You killed the Headmaster!"
Hermione took the mirror, cleaning it with a flick of her wand. She looked at Harry.
"It's real," Harry said, staring at it. "I can feel Him... it's like He's inside of it..."
Remus coaxed Severus to lean back, and Severus allowed him to heal the wound dripping blood onto the floor. "It's the last one," Severus panted quietly. "He felt you destroy the athame. This is the last... and he hasn't the strength to survive its destruction. You have to do it now... he's coming for us."
"For you," Harry clarified, looking at him intently. "...you've been giving Remus information, haven't you?" Severus merely nodded, closing his eyes.
"Before the battle," Remus said, "Albus sent me a letter, along with a penseive memory. He said that things were progressing faster than he had anticipated, and that he wanted me to be prepared. He was already dying, from the ring's poisoning. He wanted to try and save Draco, and he knew the boy had been given the task of killing him. He asked Severus to do it, and he asked me to be Severus' contact within the Order."
"He was the one who figured out how to make the simulacrums work, wasn't he?" Hermione asked, and Remus nodded.
"He's been passing me information, and I've kept him up to date with what problems we have." Remus brushed a lock of hair out of Severus' eyes. "Tonight..."
"He felt you destroy the athame," Severus breathed raggedly. "He didn't want to take a chance with the mirror.... so he gave it to me to guard 'with my life'." He seemed to smile sardonically, and then closed his eyes. "End it.. Harry, smash it, and it all ends. He can't survive its destruction... he doesn't have the strength."
Harry stared at him for a long moment, and then Severus opened his eyes. "Please..." he breathed. "Please... just end it." Remus kissed his forehead. Severus was so tired... but once it was over, they would go away. They'd go someplace where no one knew who they were. Someplace warm where they could lie in the sun and make love to the music of the water.
Remus heard Harry gasp, and then heard the glass shatter...
...and then chaos. Severus jerked in Remus' arms, his eyes rolling up to show the whites, while his body was wracked with a seizure. Remus clung to him, and found Hermione beside him, helping to keep Severus' head from knocking the floor. He heard Harry cry out, and another, far off scream that seemed to carry on and echoed through the night before it died off.
The seizure ended, and Severus lay panting against Remus. Remus brushed the hair from his lover's eyes. Severus' skin was grey and clammy, and his breathing was thin. "Severus?"
Severus' eyes fluttered open, though they looked faded and dim. "...he's dead..." Severus breathed, just as a trickle of blood pooled at the corner of his mouth. Remus felt his heart go cold. "It's... over..."
"Severus?!" Remus groped for his wand, but Hermione was already casting healing and stasis charms... more than he knew. He tried to ease Severus, but his Mate simply lay still, staring at the spaces between the air. Hermione worked and worked... and finally sat back, panting and pale herself.
"I don't understand," she said despairingly. "It's like... his body's been shattered... "
"Shattered?" Remus asked. Then, ice coated his veins, as his eyes were drawn to the fireplace, where glass fragments glowed like blood rubies. "...the mirror... he bound you to the mirror..." He looked down, to see Severus looking at him. The black eyes were dim, but warm. "...no..."
"Guard it.... with my life..." he breathed. "Was the only chance... had to end it..."
"We promised," Remus whispered, gently petting his hair. "Don't you remember what we promised? We'd find someplace far away... someplace warm..."
Severus' finger rest against his lips, stilling the desperate words. He let it linger there, and then turned to look at Harry. "Your mother..." he whispered, and Harry stared at him. "Your mother... would be... proud..."
Harry swallowed, blood dripping from the scar on his forehead. "I was... wrong... about a lot of things. I'm sorry..."
Severus' lips quirked in a smile. "Not so much... like your father... after all..." The cough that wracked his body brought more blood to his mouth. Remus held him closer, as if that might stop the terrible truth of it. "Remus... I..."
"We promised," Remus murmured, kissing his forehead. "We'll go somewhere far away... where no one knows us... where we can rest." He pet Severus' hair, looking at the fading, paling eyes. "Severus..."
"...I love you," Severus breathed, though it was so quiet Remus could barely hear it. His cold fingers traced the warmth of Remus' lips. "I'll... wait... for..."
Remus and Moony watched, their breath caught in their throat as Severus' hand fell away. The light in the mirror-black of his eye faded to a bare shadow. There was one last breath, and Remus saw the lips form his name....
Moony threw his head back and howled, the sound tearing through the night air. It wracked his body through, the grief and rage and pain streaming from some infinite source in the very quick of him. He howled and howled and screamed until his throat could produce no more than the whisper of sound.
Remus buried his face against the hollow of Severus' throat, tears streaming like hot lead down his cheeks. "One way, or another," he vowed, "I'll find you again... one way... or another...”
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