Repost fic: That Which Is Required (Remus/Severus, NC-17) Title: That Which Is Required Author:mnemosyne_1 For:snegurochka_lee on this, the occasion of her birthday Beta: the lovely summerborn Rating: NC-17 Summary: Spring of 1981 - Severus appears at Remus' door to remind him that he promised Severus anything as payback for almost killing him in their sixth year. Three guesses what Severus wants. Warnings: Light bondage, first time, felching, biting, slight exhibitionism/voyeurism
Remus Lupin’s expression when he opened the door to his flat and saw Severus leaning casually against the doorframe was priceless. Or perhaps it was the Muggle clothes. Even Narcissa had admitted that Severus looked rather fit in them.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Severus pushed himself upright and leaned in, his nose mere centimeters from Remus’. “Remember what you said after you nearly killed me? If there was anything you could do? Well, I may have found something.”
“Alright,” Remus gulped, turning pale, but he stood back to let Severus in.
Severus moved slowly, giving Remus time to notice his shoulder bag, before he dropped it by the couch with a thunk.
“Do you need a place to stay? Sirius lives here, you know,” Remus warned. “Or do you need me to contact Dumbledore?”
He looked hopeful. Severus was going to enjoy this.
“No. I need you.” And he looked Remus up and down slowly, lewdly.
Remus got his message and visibly grew tense. “What the hell for?” he hissed at Severus. “Don’t you have some Death Eater friends to play with?”
Severus opened his eyes wide, only half-heartedly aiming for innocence. “But I want you. Not one of them owes me nearly so much as you do,” he said, nearly purring by the end.
There were a few moments of silence, and Severus could see the war in Remus’ mind. Without answering, Remus turned toward what Severus knew was a bedroom.
“You’re lucky Sirius isn’t home,” Remus said, without turning.
“Lucky?” Severus was almost amused. “You really think this is a spur of the moment decision, don’t you?”
He picked up his bag, making sure Remus could hear the small clatters of the objects within, and followed. The bed was even more perfect than he’d hoped for. Not only did it have a headboard, but the headboard had sturdy metal rods. The bedside table would do to hold his bag.
“Strip,” he ordered Remus, and the other man reluctantly began to comply.
“One rule,” Remus said suddenly. “No kissing.”
Severus considered a moment, then agreed. “No kissing.” He waved his wand and the bed covers pulled themselves off obligingly, leaving only the fitted sheet.
Remus was standing there, bare, when Severus finished with his preparations. Amusingly, when Severus looked him up and down, Remus tried to cover, not his genitals, but his scar.
Severus reached out and pulled the covering hand off Remus’ side. “As though I don’t know,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
As Severus circled Remus’ body, examining, lightly skimming his fingers along skin, Remus finally began to blush.
“You’ll do,” Severus pronounced finally.
“Do what exactly?” Remus murmured, more to himself than Severus. Severus chose to answer him anyway.
“Get on the bed, face up. Grip the headboard and don’t let go.”
Remus shivered, but did as he was told. The dark blue of the sheets set off Remus’ pale skin and dark blond hair. Severus supposed it would have enhanced Remus’ eyes as well, but the other man had closed them, apparently not wanting to know what was to come. That would work out well.
Pulling a green silk scarf (nicked from Lucius) out of his bag, Severus tied it around Remus’ eyes, careful not to catch any hair in the knot. Remus trembled for a moment, then stilled, clearly determined to see this through. Good.
Severus stepped away from the bed to remove his shoes and socks. Returning, he gazed a moment on Remus, regretting that he hadn’t thought to bring a camera. Gently Severus ran a finger down Remus’ chest and stomach, swirling his finger in the hair he found beneath the navel.
He was gratified to see Remus’ cock twitch and begin to fill. Even werewolves weren’t immune to sensory pleasure. Severus trailed the wandering finger around and up the back of Remus’ cock, tracing the vein there, then down feather-light over his balls and back. Remus bit his lip, gasping a little, and spread his legs, thrusting ever so slightly into the touch.
“Are you surprised, Lupin?” Severus asked calmly, as though he were not also affected. “That I’m not just taking what I want? One thing you will learn about me tonight. I find more pleasure in giving pleasure that you will ever understand.”
“You just like to be in control,” Remus snapped, both nervous and aroused.
Since Remus couldn’t see him, Severus gave a little smile. “True. That does tend to work to my partner’s advantage, though.”
“I’m sure,” Remus said, sarcasm evident in his voice.
Severus pulled his hand away, ignoring the slight whimper that emerged from Remus’ throat, and sat on the edge of the bed. “You can say no at any time, Lupin. I will call in my debt at another time, in another way.”
“Let’s just get it over with,” Remus snarled. “I don’t want to owe you anything anymore.”
“Very well.” Severus reached into his bag and pulled out a small jar of lubricant. Covering his hand thoroughly, he ran his fingers over Remus’ cock, then gripped it firmly, pulling several times to bring him to full hardness.
Remus made an inarticulate noise of protest when Severus stopped, but quieted when he felt Severus’ hands on him again. Though, Severus thought, he may regret why I’m putting my hands back.
“What the…” Remus sounded confused, then slightly horrified as Severus wound the long, thin strap around Remus’ balls, both pulling them down from his body and separating each ball. The strap was long enough when he was done with the ball sack to also wrap partway up the shaft of Remus’ cock. When he finished, a drop of precome glistened at the top of Remus’ cock, and, feeling rather mischievous now that he knew Remus was not going to object to much of anything, Severus bent and licked it off.
Remus’ hips jerked violently, and Severus quickly pulled away.
“Do I need to tie you down?”
“Bastard,” Remus muttered.
“You have no idea.” Severus bent and gently sucked the tip of Remus’ cock into his mouth, wriggling his tongue in the tiny slit, letting his teeth scrape just the tiniest bit along the ridge. Remus moaned and Severus could see his stomach muscles jump in the effort not to thrust into Severus’ mouth.
“Good boy,” he smirked.
Remus clenched his jaw, in a clear effort not to say anything. Severus got up and shucked his trousers and pants, but hesitated at his shirt. Finally he unbuttoned it, leaving his chest bare and his wrists free, but his arms and back covered.
Moving back to the bed, where Remus was huffing impatiently, Severus pushed Remus’ knees far apart and knelt in between them. Remus tensed, but all Severus did was begin kissing his neck, body raised far enough up that Remus’ cock would remain untouched.
He found a spot on Remus’ collarbone that made the other man moan and writhe, so Severus spent some time there, kissing, sucking and biting before moving on.
Taking a nipple between his teeth, he tugged harshly and Remus moaned and thrust up, seeking friction for his bound cock.
Severus let go. “So my little werewolf likes teeth, does he?” he smirked. A long frustrated groan was his only answer. Continuing down Remus’ torso, he interspersed kisses and bites, never touching Remus’ cock.
When Severus began sucking on a hipbone, he was amused to hear a hopeful noise from Remus, and a slight jerk of the hips. He pulled away completely and Remus stilled.
Seconds ticked by before Remus finally spoke, voice rough with need. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please. Touch me.”
Severus ran a slow tongue up Remus’ inner thigh, stopping just before he reached Remus’ cock, then repeated it on the other thigh, taking great pleasure in Remus’ groans and pleadings. Returning to the first thigh, Severus bit down on the juncture of hip and inner thigh, Remus’ balls, tight in their sack, resting against his cheek.
Severus rubbed his jaw against those lovely balls, but refused to take them in his mouth, much to Remus’ consternation.
“Please. Will you just… please…” Remus begged.
Severus moved to the opposite thigh and began sucking, determined to leave at least one livid mark to remind Remus of this night in the days to come. Remus jerked and Severus felt the tip of Remus’ cock brush by his face, so he gently pressed Remus’ other hip down into the bed.
“Be good,” he told Remus, then returned to his sucking, finishing off with a bite. Satisfied at the mark, Severus moved on. And up, worrying at Remus’ nipples and nipping at his ribs.
Remus cursed at him.
“Shh,” Severus said. “Or I’ll tie your hands and leave you here like this.”
Growling a bit, Remus subsided. Severus eyed him for a moment, trying to decide, then touched Remus’ hip.
“Turn over.”
Remus tensed and didn’t move, so Severus picked up his wand and levitated the other man, spinning him over in mid-air. Remus landed on his hands and knees, and Severus sent thin silk ropes from the end of his wand to wrap around Remus’ wrists and bind him to the headboard.
Severus took a moment to admire the picture Remus made, blindfolded and bound, arse high in the air. Blinking, he realized that Remus was trembling ever so slightly.
“A virgin, Lupin? How… sweet.”
“Fuck off,” Remus snarled.
“No,” Severus said absently, running a finger along Remus’ arse cheek, then shoving Remus’ knees far apart. “I don’t think so.”
After touching Remus’ hip and murmuring a cleansing charm, Severus set his wand down and picked up the lube. Remus relaxed a little at the sound of the jar clinking back on the table, but tensed again when he felt Severus’ finger tracing his hole.
“If you relax, it will be easier on you,” Severus said, slipping the tip of his finger in. “Of course, if you don’t, it will be much better for me.”
The muscles in Remus’ back jumped, but he bore down as Severus slipped his entire finger in. Remus was very tight, and Severus felt his cock twitch in anticipation.
Slowly he moved his finger in and out, then sought that small hard bump. When he rubbed it, Remus moaned long and loud.
“Oh, God!”
A shadow appeared at the door and Severus smirked. Black was home, right on time, and he apparently had no intentions of interrupting his roommate. Blindfolded and distracted, Remus should have no idea Black was there.
Severus twisted his finger, massaging the little bump as Remus pushed back.
“More, Lupin? Very well.” He added another finger and Remus clenched a moment, then forcibly relaxed himself. “Good boy.”
Remus growled at that, but changed to moans when Severus attacked his prostate with two fingers.
“Fuck, Snape, just… fuck!”
“Your wish is my command,” Severus said mockingly, removing his fingers. He slicked his cock, positioned himself at Remus’ hole and entered him in one quick thrust.
Remus howled, clenching exquisitely tight around him. Severus closed his eyes and waited a moment while Remus adjusted to the painful burn. He didn’t want Black rushing in here to interrupt now. When he opened his eyes, Remus’ head was resting on the bed between his elbows and he was taking long deep breaths.
“Push out,” Severus ordered. Gradually Remus’ breathing eased and the tension in his lower back lessened as he obeyed. Remus was still hard, thanks to the strap around his balls and cock, and Severus could wait no longer.
He pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back in, hitting Remus’ prostate along the way.
“Fuck, Snape! Fuck, shit, ohgodohgod!”
Severus smirked and began thrusting fiercely, digging his fingers into Remus’ hips in a way that would likely cause bruises later. He found he rather liked the thought of his marks on Remus.
Remus was babbling incoherently, full of fucks and ohgods and yesrighttheres. The tightness of Remus around him and the way Remus was clenching, pushing back, made Severus’ eyes roll back and he came much more quickly than he wanted, swearing as he did so.
He rested a moment, draped across Remus’ back, feeling his cock soften and begin to slip out of Remus. The other man wriggled under him, clearly frustrated at not being able to come.
“Not just yet,” Severus whispered into his ear, and Remus whimpered. “You’ll come when I say, and not before.”
Severus pulled out with a soft squelch. Running a hand down Remus’ back, Severus moved lower and softly blew on Remus’ open and exposed entrance.
Remus shivered. “What… ?” he asked, sounding bewildered. In answer, Severus licked him from balls to hole and Remus moaned. Layered under Remus’ inarticulate noises was a gasp from the doorway, one that Severus just barely heard.
Severus slid his tongue into Remus, licking and sucking, twisting his tongue, spurred on by Remus’ groans. Finally satisfied that Remus was cleaned out, Severus sat back on his knees and reached for his wand, ignoring the increasing frustrated protests from Remus and his attempts to rut against the bed. Wrapping an arm around Remus’ waist, Severus banished the wrist restraints and pulled Remus up onto Severus’ own folded legs, resting the other man’s back against his chest.
Severus’ limp cock lay snugged between Remus’ arse cheeks, causing the other man to squirm a bit. Severus dropped his wand and caught Remus’ hands as they reached for his own cock, head now an angry purple and dripping with precome.
“When I say,” Severus whispered.
“Please,” Remus begged. “Please let me come, please.”
Severus let his hands go and Remus reached blindly behind himself, clutching at Severus’ shoulders. “Please.”
Trailing his fingers lightly down Remus’ stomach, Severus finally touched Remus’ cock, slick with lube and precome. He traced the strap with one finger, down and around the balls, twining up Remus’ cock.
Remus’ nails dug into Severus’ shoulder blades. “Please! Fuck, Snape, please!”
Severus wrapped his hand tightly around Remus’ cock and banished the strap. One, two, three pulls and Remus was arching, screaming as he came.
A muffled groan came from the direction of the nearly closed door, but Severus ignored it in favor of laying a sated Remus face-up on the bed. Severus tugged off the blindfold and Remus squinted at him, eyes adjusting to light again.
As Severus moved to replace the blindfold in his bag, Remus grabbed his shirt tail.
“Why?” he whispered to Severus.
Severus leaned in, mouth mere inches from Remus’. “Because you understand the darkness,” he said, voice clear enough to be heard outside the door. Severus ran a finger along Remus’ bite scar. He leaned in to whisper the next part into Remus’ ear. “Because you owe me.”
Remus nodded, too sleepy to argue, and Severus moved off the bed, reaching for his pants and trousers. The other man was nearly asleep when Severus finished dressing and packing his bag, so Severus, still aware of the shadow outside the door, scooped up the discarded bedcovers and tucked Remus in, placing a kiss just past the corner of Remus’ lips. Remus murmured something unintelligible, and Severus moved away, picked up his bag and wand and headed for the door.
The shadow disappeared quickly and Severus smirked, seeing the other bedroom door just closing as he exited Remus’ room. Resisting the temptation to hum a morbid tune, Severus let himself out of the apartment.
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“I want them to suspect each other. I want them to turn on each other! I don’t care how you do it.”
“My Lord, a boon?”
A chuckle. “Yes, Severus, I see what you want. A worthy plan. You may have Remus Lupin.”