Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 (erring on the side of caution) Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall), The Bloody Baron/The Grey Lady (at times), Remus/Severus/Moony/Harry/The Bloody Baron/The Grey Lady Kink(s): Sex Magic, Frottage (Is there a kink for using someone’s body to get off?) Summary: Lykos greets Remus and his consorts of the mind; they will be his standard-bearers against Medb. Unfortunately, Ginny ensues. Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 1,902 Warnings: Former lives revisited (kinda); Harry Potter; Bestiality; Original Characters (Medb & Lykos [misspelled on 19 May, I apologize]) A/N: Plotty today…the weather was slightly better. *LOL*
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Eyes glinting golden amber, Lykos watched his former wife close her eyes and fall asleep, legs and arms akimbo, her sex visible to the world. He growled low in his throat, a rumbled that was more felt than heard. “The past millennia without you has been silence, blessed, wonderful silence,” Lykos muttered under his breath. A wave of his hand removed all traces of Medb from his person and he conjured a new kirtle in the same motion. Turning his back on the somnolent goddess, the first werewolf looked over his most honorable son living.
“Remus, a true son of Lykos you are. The strength of your loins is as your sire’s!” The mythic being strode over to clap Remus on the shoulder, a blow that would have topple the man—lycanthrope though he was—in the real world. “The thin Druid is your heart, I think, and the young one your hope, eh? These others…they are past and present and…and death? Nay, they are harbingers!” Lykos’ full and rolling laugh shook his belly and had Harry’s eyes popping as the werewolf picked Remus up and hugged him, tightly. “You have chosen well, my son! Very well indeed!”
Head still spinning, Remus almost fell when his feet hit the ground of his mind, but Severus and Harry caught him and held him before Lykos. A large hand transformed slightly and a set of wicked talons tipped the vaguely human fingers. Remus’ eyes went from dazed hazel and blue to bright amber in an instant as a talon came towards his chest. “Nay, child, fear not. I will but metamorphose the wolf within into what it should be and not what mages have perverted.” Cutting through Remus’ leather armor easily, the fingertip traced a loose interpretation of a running wolf over Lupin’s heart, the image sinking into his body to leave a brand in its place. The heat from the etching went clear to Remus’ bones and even spread to Severus and Harry. “Ah, you share your good fortune, my son. Good, good!” The regal head nodded. “A true son of Lykos is neither greedy nor unkind. You are what my children should be had Medb and her kind not toyed with ancient enchantment.”
The ghosts clothed themselves once more as the first lycanthrope to stride over the world’s face clapped his hands and Medb disappeared behind some flowering bushes and Remus et al found themselves in a sylvan grove of olive trees and waving sea grasses, the muted sound of the waves breaking on an unseen beach soothing everyone’s frazzled nerves. “Come, sit! The bitch will not wake for hours. We have time to plan our attack.”
“Um…if we’re planning now, what have we been doing before?” Harry asked. He’d tried to get some clothes in Remus’ mind, but he’d only succeeded in wrapping himself in a short toga and a golden rope to hold it down. “I mean, all that sex all over the place, didn’t that help?” He was looking from face to face, hoping he hadn’t cheated on Ginny without cause.
Lykos chuckled and winked at Harry’s confusion. “Ah, the hope…little king, you were doing the most basic, primeval of magic when you shared your body and your joy with Remus. To fight Medb and her insidious darkness, you took the only sword you had available. Besides, it was your magic that touched and healed some of my son’s Blight, and his heart here, he did the rest, flushing Medb into the light…so to speak.” Harry made an “O” of surprise at that.
Severus had fought with Remus’ mind and was swathed in druidic robes so intricate, they were like cloth armor. He moved away from his lover’s side at the idea his magic had hurt the gentle lycanthrope. “Nay, heart, nay. I said your magic added to the hope’s within my son, purging the Blight that is Mebd from his very bones. We are come to smite her and rid his spirit of her contagion.” Lykos flung his arms wide with a laugh. “Now, we must eat, drink and conspire! Here, delicacies from my time upon the Earth!” As he spoke, platters and bowls appeared, filled with spiced quails and honeyed figs, olives of all colors and thick bread just begging to be broken, and glazed jugs of mead and wine from the very flanks of Olympus. With a wave, he enjoined them to dine and they did, the plans to rid Remus of Medb once and for all interspersed with laughter and toasts.
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In the real world, Ginevra Weasley had come searching for her lover, Harry Potter. When she stood in the infirmary, face tight with anger, Hermione dreaded go near the young witch. “Ginny? Ginny, are you all right? It’s truly all right…Harry’s magic must have gotten caught up with Snape’s and Remus’.” She patted Ginny’s arm but had to back away as the wild magic sparked around her. “Why are you so angry, Ginny? You always knew that Harry would try to save those closest to him…” Granger trailed off as the flashing eyes blazed at her.
“I’m supposed to be close to him! I’m supposed to be the one he wants to save all the time!” Pointed a shaking finger at Remus, she ranted on, “Not a mangy werewolf! Not a manky Slytherin! Me, me, me! I’m important!” The windows of the infirmary bowed out with the youngest Weasley’s magic, but the wards of Hogwarts were stronger than her emotions and they only cracked from side-to-side.
Throwing her hand down to shake her wand from its forearm holster, Ginny cast a bitter Bat-Bogey Hex at Harry’s supine form, watching with a twisted smile as he writhed in pain. “GINNY, NO!” Hermione screamed, her own wand coming up to cast Incarcerous and then Finite Incantatum. The bound young witch fell to the floor, twitching and swearing a blue streak. The bushy-haired witch rushed to her friend’s bedside and watched the splotches of the cruel hex shrink but not disappear. “Why?! What did he do to deserve this?”
“He’s mine! Not Remus’, not Snape’s, not yours! Mine!” A shouted spell from the mediwitch’s doorway put the raving girl to sleep.
Bustling closer, Poppy Pomfrey stepped—quite by accident—on Ginny’s hair. “Harrumph! Bad work on Molly’s part…but that’s neither here nor there. Miss Granger, go down to the Potions Laboratory and bring me the Essence of Rosehips; Snape keeps it on hand to sooth the pain from that virulent hex.” A glare had Hermione moving though the infirmary doors with a few more muttered words.
Levitating Ginny onto a bed and renewing her bonds, Pomfrey set to work healing the comatose Harry Potter. “Whatever you see in that girl, Harry Potter, I hope it’s more than teets and that hard arse!” she groused as the hex’s remnants lingered without the Essence of Rosehips.
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“Argh!” Harry fell to his knees, bats’ wings and pustules erupting within his hair and on his face, respectively. Lykos looked curious at the sight, but Severus had almost hopped over Remus’ lap to wrest the crying youth into his arms.
“Let me see, Potter…hands down…” Snape’s voice was low, too low for Remus to hear easily. “Harry, Harry, I need to see to fix this. I’d say someone with a temper cast a virulent Bat-Bogey Hex on your body in the real world.” He pulled the unresisting brunet into his arms and looked at the others. “I need Essence of Rosehips, and if you’ve got some Mineral Spirits floating around, them too!”
Lykos snapped his fingers and the Essence of Rosehips, bottled in thick glass phials, landed in the grass next to Snape. The Mineral Spirits manifested and flowed over Harry’s head, drawing away the vitriol with each pass until there were only red, crusting patches on the young wizard’s face. Remus uncorked a phial and wet his fingers with the Essence of Rosehips to spread on Harry’s cheeks and forehead. The Grey Lady and the Bloody Baron stood by, watching the wizards work together. “My lords, we will away and punish the miscreant!” Roderick declared, his armor dark and forboding.
“Aye, we shall. We will return, my lords. Away, my Baron!” The two ghosts faded out of existence in Remus’ mind and reappeared in the infirmary as Poppy Pomfrey did what she could for Harry. Within Remus’ mind, Lykos, Severus and Remus worked over Potter until his skin began to heal and the pained expression on his face smoothed away.
“He needs your aid, my son.” Lykos leaned down and kissed Harry’s trembling lips. “His magic is twined with yours and your heart’s. You need to pour your love into him and make him whole once again.” The first werewolf nodded to the older men and conjured another bubble of protective magic. “Remain here and heal your hope…we need his strength.” Lykos disappeared in a flash of lightning and Remus and Severus were left staring at Harry.
“You heard the wolf…” Moony barked and Severus realized he hadn’t seen the beast for a while. “No, not you, wolf…Moony…I meant the big wolf. How? What do you think will help the silly git?” Snape’s dark eyes were wide as he looked up at his lover.
Leaning over to kiss Severus’ sallow cheek, Remus gave a gentle smile. “Why don’t we fuck around him, eh? I…I want to lay him over us, like we woke up, and use his body to get ourselves off.” Remus’ cheeks were on fire, his blush reaching up to the tips of his ears. Severus’ hand cooled a hot cheek as he pulled Remus back for a deep, toe-curling, tongue-tangling kiss.
“Yes…” Their clothing and armor was gone, but neither one cared as they draped Harry over their hips, their throbbing cocks already leaking at the touch of smooth skin. “Gods…why does he have to be so soft?” Severus whined as his hips rolled on their own.
Holding his lover’s hand, sucking first one finger and then another as his own hips pushed his cock between Harry’s legs, the sticky pre-come lending lubrication to the strange friction, Remus groaned behind his teeth. “Ohh…the weight…you taste so good, Severus…never did this before, did we?” Remus was lost in a sexual haze, the solid weight across his hips anchoring him as he stole kisses from his lover.
Snape bit Remus’ lips with nips and then soothing licks, Harry’s weight keeping him from turning over to frot against take lovely lycanthropic cock. “Mmm…good…neck’ll be sore but cock’ll be happy…” Severus’ prick was skittering at the top of the curve of Harry’s arse, the crack enticing it in, but the small of the youth’s back cradling it gently. Both men pushed up and down, but in counterpoint, Harry’s body waving like he was lying in the ocean’s waves. They moaned and kissed, barely able to use one hand to touch each other’s perspiring skin. Severus’ final thrust up almost sat Harry up as well since it was full of vigor and muscle. Remus soon followed, throwing his arms over Harry’s legs to trap his own cock and come over Potter’s bollocks and the underside of the young brunet’s cock. The three lay in a pile, Harry’s face now carrying a slight smile, Remus and Severus leisurely kissed as they floated off into their own nap.