Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 (erring on the side of caution) Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall), Young Remus/Regulus Black [portraits] Kink(s): Sex Magic, Bloodplay Summary: Young Remus is as smart as the living Remus and he uses his kinks to add more magic to that protecting Lupin. Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 1,188 Warnings: Portrait sex A/N: I missed Regulus and Young Remus and thus, they make a Saturday appearance.
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Minerva McGonagall, Hermione Granger and Poppy Pomfrey searched the records of the Headmistress’ office and the Restricted Section for the location of the painting of the Elysian Fields. It was Hermione’s idea to go to the portrait of Hedwig and ask the valiant owl to take a message to Dumbledore; he returned to his frame in the Headmistress’ office with Hedwig riding his shoulder. “Still living up to my expectations, Miss Granger!” Dumbledore’s painted smile seemed brighter than when he’d been alive and Hermione blushed at the praise.
“Albus! We need to fin’ tha picture of the Elysian Fields an’ quickly, mon!” Minerva’s accent was flaring up, her agitation lighting a fire under Dumbledore.
“Go to the landing just outside the Slytherin Dungeons. Turn widdershins three times and croak like a frog twice. The alcove where it’s hidden will be revealed.” He turned to murmur something into Hedwig’s feathers and the owl flew off. “Hedwig will go ahead, just in case Young Remus and Regulus are inflagrante delicto once again. They gave us portraits quite an eye-opening show earlier, you know.” He wiggled his painted eyebrows lasciviously and waved as he slid out of the frame.
Pursing her lips, Hermione mimicked her former Head of House. “Mesdames, I’ll go to the Dungeons. Would you two go to the infirmary and check on Harry and Remus and Professor Snape? I have a feeling that things are coming to a head.” The ladies scattered and only the dust in the Headmistress’ office was left to dance in the breeze of their passing.
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Young Remus leaned back and looked down with a wicked smile. The muscular back beneath him was covered in fine lines, runes of protection and love criss-crossing from Regulus Black’s neck to his arse. Remus bent his head to lick at a few beads of still-wet blood, the sting of his tongue causing the brunet between his legs to ripple and push up against the Gryffindor’s throbbing prick. “Hush, Reg, hush! Don’t want you move just yet, love…” Bloody lips kissed over smooth, unmarked skin as Remus tasted the blank slate waiting for his knife.
“Nguh…argh! Damn it, Lupin! Just bite me and have done!” Regulus lay face-down under Lupin’s lithe, preternaturally strong body, his filled cock trapped by their combine weights. “What are you doing back there? Writing a bloody book?” Black let his head fall forward as he realized what he’d said; Remus laughed and carves a few more runes, this time of constancy. “You are, aren’t you?”
Lapping at the blood until his handiwork was merely dotted with drying blood drops, Remus grinned down at his lover. “I want you safe. I want to help myself. Two birds, one stone…one bloody stone, but a stone nonetheless.” Lupin laid himself down, naked chest to Regulus’ etched back, both of them hissing at the contrast of hot blood and cool flesh. “Gods, I just want to fuck you senseless, Regulus…smear myself in your blood and ride you until you beg me stop!” the painted young lycanthrope murmured into Black’s blushing ear.
Turning his face for an awkward kiss, Regulus muttered, “Who knew Gryffindors were really vampires in disguise?” Remus’ mobile lips mapped Regulus’ and opened to suck Black’s bottom lip in as a long fingernail traced a particularly wide rune, the brunet writhing as Remus kissed him and played with the lightly bleeding wound.
Sweat and pre-come combined to let Remus’ cock slide between the muscular globes of Regulus’ arse. “Gah! Wanna fuck you…pound into you and lick the blood from your back…want you screaming under me…” Lupin’s eyes, more amber than hazel and blue with passion, burned the back of Black’s head as he flexed his hips over Regulus’ arse.
“Do it, then! Take me…make me bleed for you…use my blood on your cock…” Turning his head from side to side, Regulus moaned as another rune—Strength—was cut into his right buttock. Remus slapped the other buttock, his red handprint a beautiful juxtaposition. “Fuck me…fuck me…fuck…” Black’s begging became tears as Remus thrust two fingers into the rosy quoit hiding tight rings of muscle. “Ooo…”
“Oh, damn! So hot…my fingers are burning…your arse is as hot as your blood, Black!” Enthusiastically loosening Regulus’ arsehole, Remus licked at the runes, the blood on his tongue like an aphrodisiac. “Reach…reach out and find…find the magic that leads to me, Reg…find it…” Lupin gasped as he ground his weeping cock into the back of Black’s leg.
Panting for air, Regulus could barely find the breath to speak. “Fou-found…found it…” Young Remus pushed his own portrait magic out to pluck at the line of sex magic leading to his living body. He wrapped it around Regulus’, silently marveling at the other auras in the braid.
“Hold the magic, love, hold it for me…” Remus replaced his fingers with his thick, aching cock, pushing in as slowly as he could, fingers reaching out to brush at drops of blood to stroke against the grasping ring of muscle. Both of the painted wizards shuddered at the connection, both physical and magical, and then…Remus pulled out and harshly thrust in. “Yes…yesss…so hot…so tight…I want to make you bleed, Reg…can I cut…cut you once…once more?” Sweat rolled down Remus’ face as he begged for more, more of what only Regulus Black could give him.
Bowing his back and he leaned on his elbows, Regulus arched so that his shoulders were closer to Remus. The slim blade the lycanthrope had conjured lay close by, flying up to dance above Black’s right shoulder. Remus thrust in and found Regulus’ prostate, making the Slytherin scream. Lupin grabbed the knife and carved the rune for Openness; it bled so prettily, Remus contorted himself to lap at the free flow as his hips pounded over and over into the channel that held him so firmly. One last swipe of his tongue had Lupin screaming out as he came, filling Black’s arse to overflowing. Regulus rutted against the floor, the carpet beneath him the only friction he could find. Eyes rolling back until the whites showed, Black came with a whimper.
The runes carved all over the brunet’s back sealed by themselves, the protections woven into the braid of magical power created by the sex magic for the living Remus. Lying over Regulus, Young Remus felt lighter, almost real again. The two wizards were so sated, they had to fight their exhaustion just to kiss. “Mmm…need to…pull out…” Lupin muttered.
“About time, too!” quipped a red-faced, very wide-eyed Hermione Granger. Young Remus yelped and rolled off of Regulus and almost completely under a divan nearby. The fine lawn drapes of the Grecian temple wafted across Black’s fine arse, Lupin’s come dribbling out of it as he sighed and turned to see who had interrupted his post-coital bliss. “Cover yourself, please. I’ve come to ask for your information, to help our Remus. And, just so you know, Headmistress McGonagall will be here soon.” Granger had the pleasure of seeing two pert arses disappearing under the divan as whispers and growls about missing clothing seeped out. “Men!”