nimrod_9 (nimrod_9) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2013-02-10 08:55:00 |
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Under cut for length and r/nc-17 rating in there somewhere. The prompts are in bold.
Taboo apologies
"Severus?"
"Hmmm?" Severus burrowed his head into the pillow.
"I'm s…"
Severus stiffened. "Don't say it!" He hissed.
"But…." Remus stumbled over the word.
"I said not to mention it again."
"How was I to know you'd object? I mean…you have such great legs and, of course, your arse is beyond compare!"
"Drop it!" Severus folded the pillow over his head.
"It's just Hansel and Gretel are so kick-ass and witch hunting with all those cool weapons…"
"Additionally, you'd let the world see my assets, as it were, in that costume."
A slow smile bloomed across Remus' face. "Yeah."
Severus flipped over. "Yeah? That's it…yeah?"
"Well, it would prove you're not just another beautiful mind."
Severus flipped over again and huffed. He hid the small smile that curved over his lips. "Just don't say you’re sorry again."
Suspicious Mercy
Severus knew he should be dead. Remus' wand was pointed at his throat and Draco was magically bound in the corner.
"What the hell, Severus?" Remus paused as he breathed harshly. "Why?"
"Don't have the guts do you, Lupin?" Severus spat.
Remus pushed the wand into bruise the pale skin. "I have the guts. I can't believe you did it for the reasons you want me to believe. I don't want to be wrong about you."
"Well, you are wrong! You're an idiot! You're causing a bruise that is going to make me an ugly corpse."
Remus lowered his wand. "It's been a long day Severus." He pulled a shrunken rucksack from his pocket and enlarged it. "There's food and a couple of untraceable portkeys. If you need anything I check general delivery in Edinburgh weekly under the name Charles Dickens."
"Dickens?" Severus blinked.
"I always thought Remus Lupin was fairly Dickensian."
"Get the hell out of here Lupin and take your suspiciously misguided mercy with you." Severus sank down onto a chair.
Remus clasped a hand over the bony shoulder. "As you wish." He left the rucksack and slipped into the night without another word.
Midnight confessions
He'd sobbed like a little girl. It was cathartic and crushing at the same time. Lupin hadn't asked him anything; he'd simply fucked him as Severus demanded and then it had all spilled out. All the stupidity, arrogance, and soul replenishing redemption everything over the past twenty years tumbled from his lips. The werewolf held him, stroked his shoulder and arm and pushed his hair that had plastered to his face back and away. Midnight confessions, he could hear the Muggle song turning over in his head; a reminder of the small, loud dirty shop district of his childhood and the close quarters of the houses. He had confessed everything but love. The next song on that album, a neighbor had played until the vinyl was gone, sooner or later love was going to get him. Damned if they hadn't been right on all counts.
He considered his exit strategy. A warm hair-roughened arm tightened around him. Exiting would have to wait.
In the library
Remus hurriedly straightened his clothing.
"Lupin what are you doing here?" Severus demanded.
"I might ask you the same question."
"Just the same as when you were a student. Out and about when you shouldn't be."
"I'm not restricted to my quarters and neither is any other member of the staff, you included apparently." Remus raised his chin.
"Why are you here?"
"I like books the look, the feel the smell all of it. There are hundreds of books to read here. The library world is my oyster."
Severus harrumphed. "Just make sure that Potter isn't about in that damned cloak of his and lock up after you leave." He swirled impressively and was gone.
Remus flicked his wand and the book returned to its proper state. One man knelt at the feet of the other and their story was described on the opposite page. He undid his flies again and returned to stroking his prick. Severus had interrupted him at a most inopportune moment. He'd been moments from adding to his lovely story in front of him. His prick didn't hesitate and jumped in his hand and they rushed towards completion.
The man on the page pushed him farther and faster and when the tall dark man pulled back and decorated the other man's face with his cream, Remus didn't resist the temptation to join them. His prick spurted over his hand, onto the table and the book. It was a lovely sight. The wolf wouldn't let the emission go to waste and he happily used his tongue to clean up the mess.
As he finished a book dropped behind him and he whipped his head around. Severus stood with one hand on a shelf the other pressed to the front his trousers. He appeared unable to move. Remus knew exactly why as the scent of Severus essence reached his sensitive nose. They stared at each other for a moment.
"Not a word, Lupin!" Severus threw over his shoulder as he stalked out.
Remus was torn between giving chase or just starting again by himself.
Innocent Memory
He was certain he could brew any potion, work any arithmancy problem, but he was completely and totally innocent of any memory of himself. A tawny haired man sat next to the hospital bed and he could hear soft shoes as they strode across stone floors. He was unsure if he should speak, they would soon know of his dilemma. His mind raced as he studied the careworn hand that rested on the bed. He had the terrible feeling that he wasn't innocent in any way.
The healer stopped at his bedside.
"Severus." The voice intoned softly.
He blinked. "Am I?"
"Bloody snake venom." The healer pursed her lips and then raised her wand and quickly ran through half a dozen spells. "You will have some residual physical symptoms." She scratched her forehead. "And you appear to have memory problems."
"Got it on one did you?"
The healer grinned wryly. "Well you haven't lost your lovely sense of humour."
"So I am Severus?" He asked carefully.
"Yes."
"And this is?" He nodded toward the sleeping man in the chair.
"Your husband, Remus."
Husband? How had he managed that ridiculous circumstance? And what was he going to do now?