LMOM: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 14/31 (Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus) Title: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 14/31 (I hope) Rating: NC-17 Characters/Pairing (this part): Remus/Severus Characters/Pairing (overall fic): Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus Summary: "It would take too long to explain the intimate alliance of contradictions in human nature which makes love itself wear at times the desperate shape of betrayal. And perhaps there is no possible explanation." ~ Joseph Conrad Kinks/Warnings: mild bondage, angst Overall warnings: Angst Challenge: LMOM '08, day fourteen Word Count: 1350-ish (short installment brought to you by a new Criminal Minds on TV tonight and water heater malfunctions during the day. *G*) Notes: I'm sorry. Really.... This part is set in 7th year. I plan to span 7th year to POA, and keep this canon compliant. Thanks so so much to innerslytherin and mnemosyne_1 for the beta-reading!
It was actually a spicy sort of aftershave, not cologne, that Peter used, Remus thought later, that Severus must have smelled. Remus had taken to ambushing Peter after his morning shave, as he'd liked it so much. Although Peter had completely frozen up on him the first time Remus did it, afraid someone might walk in, Peter eventually resigned himself to being near molested in the loo each morning.
Remus had taken for granted that no one but him would have been able to smell the aftershave lingering on his skin, but Severus had. In fact, Severus had noticed that Remus had been spending more time away from James and Sirius as well. Well, Remus and Peter both had been around less, but Remus doubted Severus paid Peter any mind. Most people didn't.
Remus was starting to get the impression that Severus liked him more than he let on, and he didn't really understand why Severus was resisting so much. In spite of Severus' favourite "insult" being "wolf" or "beast," Severus obviously had no fear of him or any aversion to touching him. And aside from the obvious problem of Remus' friends hating Severus, there was no denying that Remus and Severus were compatible. At least as far as being lovers.
That was another thing. Severus said "other lover." Which implied he thought they were lovers, which Remus thought was a very strange way to describe what he thought he and Severus were to each other: shag pieces.
More surprising than realising all that was that Severus didn't end their meetings. Severus summoned him the next day, and then the day after that... and the day after that. Each time, Severus teased until Remus relented and told him how much better a lover Severus was than Peter (though he never gave Peter's name). In spite of how Remus did enjoy what he had with Peter, it was a true assessment, even if unfair. After a week of these meetings, Remus was amazed his prick wasn't ready to fall off, between Severus and Peter.
He'd finally had to start protesting James and Sirius' plan to get him shagged, because if they succeeded, Remus' prick might really do just that. He wasn't sure he'd know how to explain that to Pomfrey.
Remus slipped into an empty classroom after dinner on the eighth night in a row of Severus' invitations. Sometimes he was sure Severus knew the castle better than even the Marauders did by the way he always knew which classrooms would be empty. He was early, but James and Sirius had dragged Peter away for something, so Remus had just been reading in the corridors anyway. He settled in a chair and flipped open his book, and then the door opened and Severus slipped inside.
"You're early," Remus said.
"Says the werewolf who's already made himself at home."
Severus shut the door and walked over to where Remus was sitting to draw Remus out of his seat. Remus let the book drop to the floor and just let Severus lead him. He couldn't help smiling, planting soft kisses on Severus' lips that he was certain Severus wouldn't have allowed months before. Severus pressed Remus onto the desk at the front of the classroom and pushed his knees open, leaning against the wood as Remus kissed his jaw, nibbled an ear.
"I've been meaning to ask you something, Severus?" Remus whispered against his skin, and Severus just pushed open his shirt and drew his nails down Remus' chest, hard enough to make Remus gasp. Remus wrapped his legs around Severus and locked his ankles to keep Severus from pulling away, and Severus automatically rocked against him.
"You've never required my permission to ask questions before." With a flick of Severus' wand, Remus' ankles were pulled apart again and bound to the legs of the desk. Severus drew his wand along the outside of Remus' trousers, the hard wood pressing into Remus' cock beneath the fabric.
It was difficult for Remus to concentrate when Severus was touching him. Severus roughly pulled Remus' hips forward and and tilted them up, and Remus had to throw his arms back to catch himself so he didn't wind up flat on his back. The wand drew down between Remus' legs to his arse, and Remus felt the lubrication spell inside his trousers. Remus drew a sharp breath and his arms felt a little weak. "Severus," he murmured, his legs automatically pulling at his bindings.
"Forgotten your question already?" Severus tapped his wand and Remus' trousers came open. His pants were drawn down until his cock was exposed, standing proudly out of his pants before Severus. "Beg me to fuck you."
"Why do you resist me?" Remus managed, though his voice was laced with need.
Severus glanced up and met Remus' eyes, but he wrapped his fingers around Remus' cock as he did. "You have an interesting idea of what resistance means." Severus' fingers stroked up to squeeze the head of Remus' cock, almost enough to hurt, but not quite.
"Gah!" Remus managed, squirming a little. It was amazing how the little bit of lubrication at his entrance could be so exciting, the absence of friction like the promise of more, but the clothes that still mostly covered him felt like restraints in their own way. "I think-- you know what I mean," he said.
"Beg," Severus said, ignoring Remus and stroking his thumb over the head of Remus' cock, smearing the precome over it.
"Fuck me," Remus breathed.
"I didn't say give me orders, wolf." Severus' hand stroked down once again, cradling Remus' balls through his bunched trousers, then lower still to grip his arse.
"Please fuck me," Remus murmured, sliding a bit more toward Severus. "I need you to fuck me."
Severus slid his hands back farther and curled his fingers into the top of Remus' trousers, but the rush of lust he felt was replaced with cold as the next words spoken did not come from Severus.
"Get the fuck off him, Snivellus!"
Peter.
Remus gasped and struggled against the bindings for a moment, shoving himself back into his trousers quickly before Severus turned around. Remus did a quick spell to untie himself, and then jumped off the desk just in time to grab Severus' wrist to keep him from raising his wand, but when he glanced up, Peter already had his drawn.
He was standing across the room, and as soon as Remus grabbed Severus, the angry line of Peter's brow faded to confusion for a moment.
"Peter," Remus whispered.
Severus wrenched his hand away and glared at Remus, then he threw a hex at Peter that made Peter yelp. Peter raised his wand, the confusion in his gaze melting back into anger, but Remus jumped between them. "Stop!"
"What the fuck are you doing, Moony?!" Peter shouted, his gaze going over Remus' strewn appearance. "What the fuck are you--"
"Your powers of observation are profound, Pettigrew."
This time Remus had to take a stinging hex intended for Severus, and Peter grimaced when it hit, but there was no less anger in his gaze. "Peter, please, calm--"
"Calm down?!" Peter shouted. "Sod you!" He turned and stormed out of the room, slamming it so hard behind him it made Remus' ears ring.
"Fuck," Remus muttered, pulling his zipper up and casting a spell to re-button his shirt. He knew had to go after Peter, because he wasn't exactly sure what Peter might do. And because he knew Peter would not take this well, regardless of his insistance that he wasn't gay and that he was only queer for Remus. Remus' chest seized. Maybe that would make this worse.
By the time Remus turned around, Severus was standing frozen. His gaze was harsh and seemed almost warning.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Remus panted, but that didn't seem to make it any better. In fact, Severus was scowling now. Remus was backing towards the door anyway. "I have to get him, Severus. I'm really sorry." And with that, he turned and bolted from the room.