Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 (erring on the side of caution) Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall), The Bloody Baron/The Grey Lady Kink(s): First Time, Masturbation (Wanking done by other person) Summary: The Blight manifests in the outside world, driving Severus to desperate lengths to find a cure for Remus. Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 1,169 Warnings: Remembered sex; a touch of humor A/N: Trying to get a bit darker…Remus just wants sex, go figure!
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Severus watched the smile deepen on Remus’ face, his lover’s prick pushing up the thin blanket covering him during the daytime. Letting his senses push out on a wave of magic, Snape ascertained that he was the only one in the infirmary, the only witness to the display. His hand had crept out to fondle the lengthening organ under the cover, smoothing the material into the prick and making both of them jump at the sensations. His notes and journals slid to the floor as Severus wormed one hand under the cover to touch Remus’ warm flesh.
“Gods…I want you, Wolf…” he muttered. His hand curled around the lycanthrope’s cock, pulsing a few times before stroking up and down the silken rod. Severus pushed his palm against the leaking tip to smear pre-come on it and then transfer the man-made lubricant to the rest of Remus’ cock. The malformation of Remus’ jaw had grown, his skull more closely resembling that of a werewolf frozen during transformation. The jaws had lengthened, as had the canines; Severus had had to conjure a cloth to sop up the drool from the mandibles that didn’t meet.
“Don’t care…looks are nothing…love you, Remus!” The Potions master tugged and stroked, trying to add to Lupin’s defenses. He murmured words of love as well as protection spells, interweaving the magic of devotion with the magic of his soul. The sex magic accepted the offering and tried to stem the seeping of the Blight into Remus’ magical core. The canines shrank as their combined magics defeated the Blight’s most recent advance.
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Remus rammed into Severus, over and over, mindless with the pleasure of being inside the most fascinating man he’d ever met. The clenching grip of Snape’s arse finally brought him to climax and Lupin had to scream out a string of nonsense words as he pumped out his very soul.
Snape followed soon after, his cock jerking with release as he came untouched. Remus smelled the come and tried to bend his head to lick it up. Yet, he didn’t want to pull out to do it; the physical connection was so perfect.
Severus had blacked out, the rush of coming—laid out on his floor, under Remus Lupin’s enthusiastic ministrations—had wrung him dry, short-circuiting his brain. He found himself looking under his eyelashes as Lupin tried to contort his body into tight “U” of flesh. Severus laughed, surprising even himself, as the sound bubbled out of him to set his tired arms and legs to jiggling.
“Much as I’ve enjoyed this interlude, I think it’s time to let Nature take its course,” Severus said in a dry, tired voice. He bucked slightly to precipitate the wet slide and subsequent plop of Remus cock sliding from his arsehole. “Now, lick me or charm it away and cover me, just do something that does involve you breaking your back.” Severus closed his eyes, a blissful look stealing over his face as his body relaxed into post-coital happiness.
Remus was confused; he’d never been in the position of clean-up. “Um…yes…I guess…” He rolled off of Severus, over his left leg to lay by his lover’s side. Lost somewhere in the mess of his wet clothes and Severus’ robes were their wands, something necessary to removing the come before it dried to a crust.
Remus looked around and saw the wolf dreaming next to him and the ghosts—replete from their own sexual adventures—wrapped around each other in somnolent harmony. Eyes more amber than hazel and blue, Lupin felt something was out of place, but he was too replete to care. His own cock was deflated, the come on his thighs evidence his memories of the first time he’d delving into Severus Snape’s depths had been just as enjoyable as every other time. Thinking of a cleaning spell, the lycanthrope felt the come disappear from his skin, little incongruous tugs pulling the hairs on his thighs as it left.
A dark blotch appeared in the corner of the room where Remus, Moony, the Bloody Baron and the Grey Lady reclined. The spot was small, but a stench of corruption wafted towards the nose of the wolf, causing it to wrinkle in his sleep. None of them saw it pull in on itself, dragging a portion of Remus’ mind with it.
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“Not now, Mr. Potter!” Severus ground out. His lips were thinned with great displeasure at the sight that greet his disbelieving eyes. His potions laboratory was a disaster! The potion he’d been working on—instructions translated from the spells that Remus’ unconscious body had spouted—had exploded in a myriad of colors and sounds. Snape was covered in a rainbow of hissing, huffing colors…which meant anyone who saw him was taking their lives into their own hands if they laughed…which Harry Potter promptly did as he opened the laboratory door.
The hex that hit Harry turned his hair white, left blue stripes on his left cheek, and dressed him in a green and silver kilt. The young man shrieked like a little girl and stumbled back out of the door. Drenched in rapidly-drying goop, Snape gave a harsh laugh. “Serves you right, you wanker! Next time, pay attention to the sign on the door!” Severus glared at the sign on the door:
Beware! Potions work! No sudden noises! No detrimental magic! Transgressors will be lost in the Forbidden Forest. SS
Giggles echoed off the hallway walls alerted Snape that someone other than Potter had jinxed his work. Flicking his wand and muttered a cleaning spell, the Head of Slytherin glided to the open doorway, wand at the ready. Yards away, two students wearing Slytherin ties stood preen at their joke on Professor Snape. He approached silently and stood, arms crossed over his chest, a dangerous glint in his dark eyes.
“Mr. Nibblet, Mr. Fluffernoot, you will explain yourselves this instant,” Snape hissed. The two boys jumped and started to run, but a quick Stupefy brought them down. Swooping down to press his face into the stiff ones of his Slytherins, Severus let his disgust for them show plainly on his face. “If, by your machinations, I lose Remus Lupin, you two will rue the day you drew first breath! The Head of your own House, no less! You tampered with my potions stocks and could have killed someone. I will end the spell and escort you two to the Headmistress’ office. You will be expelled.” The spell ended and the two boys realized that they’d done something terrible. They said nothing as they trooped up the stairs.
When Nibblet and Fluffernoot had been turned over to Minerva’s tender ministrations, Severus headed towards the infirmary to check up on Remus and sooth his own ruffled feathers. He pushed the doors open and waited for Pomfrey’s hiss to tread lightly, but it never came. Snape sniffed the air, and an unknown odor—musty and stale—assaulted his nose. Something had gone wrong!