Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 (erring on the side of caution) Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall); Remus/Severus/Moony Kink(s): Sex Magic, Bestiality Summary: Wounded in battle, Remus is at Severus' tender mercies. Snape will heal him and open himself at the same time. Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 1,253 Warnings: Bestiality A/N: Moony demanded his equal time and here it is!
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Hedwig hooted from the branches of an olive tree, watching the two portraits struggle to get dressed without showing Hermione Granger too much skin; they didn’t succeed and her fantasies were enriched greatly. After a few cleared throats and blushes, the three got down to business sharing information.
“You’re telling me an ancient portrait, too decayed to move from his frame told you about the Blight’s origins?” Hermione’s eyebrows rounded in surprise at the thought that a portrait could be that old. “Who was it? Please, tell me…or at least where the portrait is,” she begged. Young Remus and Regulus shared a bemused glance at the inquisitive witch, this being their first time truly working with her.
“Umm…Muggleborn, correct?” Remus asked, his hazel and blue eyes twinkling in a manner Albus Dumbledore would have approved of. “You might not want to meet the old fellow. Or another way to say this is that he might not want to meet you.” Regulus laughed at his lover’s quirky grin even as Hermione bristled.
“What is he? A former Dark Lord? Some relative of Slytherin’s?” Granger demanded.
“Well…it’s Merlin, you see.”
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Lykos and his troops met the shock of Medb’s conjured warriors and repelled them, but not without a casualty. Remus’ time unconscious had weakened his magical core even as the sex magic fought the onslaught of the Blight in his body. He took a spear to the ribs, turned aside at the last instant when Harry willed him to his side. “Damn,” Remus gasped as Severus wrapped the wound in his Druid robes, “thought I was, you know, invincible here, in my own space.” The lycanthrope waved a bloody hand around, signifying his mind.
“Tush! There speaks someone whose world has never been invaded by the Light and Dark of Magic.” Severus made certain the pad he’d Summoned from somewhere within Remus’ mind had all the healing herbs still tucked inside as he continued wrapping his lover’s ribs. “Concentrate on warmth, healing, soothing warmth that will flow from the pad and into your body.” Little did they know the wound had appeared in the real world, sending Minerva McGonagall into a spontaneous transformation to her feline self.
Plucking at the thin tunic Severus was still wearing, Remus pulled his lover to him, ignoring the pain in his side for the soft slide of Snape’s thin lips. “Don’t care what happens to me, Severus. You and Harry need to leave, love.” Never one to suffer foolishness, Snape merely kissed and then cuffed Lupin once up side the head.
Shaking his head to clear the ringing in his ear, Remus looked dazed at Snape. “But?” He didn’t get any farther as Severus stripped out of his tunic and balled it up into a pillow. When those thin, potion-stained digits he loved began pulling at the laces of his armor, Lupin just sat still and rolled from side to side as the plates were removed and Severus leaned over to suckle the sweat from between Remus’ nipples. “Ohh…yes…”
Lykos and Harry stood guard as Snape began calling on ancient magic to weave into the sex magic. Both myth and wizard lent part of their own magic to Severus as he began attempting to pull the skin and muscle together with his love and his own magic. The cry of bonding transmuted the sex magic surrounding Remus as he writhed under the fingers and teeth and tongue of Severus Snape. The lean brunet did everything he could to bring bliss bubbling to the surface of Remus’ body…
Plucked both nipples, Snape licked down the treasure trail leading to Lupin’s navel. He plunged his tongue into the divot, pushing like he wished his cock was pushing into Remus’ arse. The lycanthrope’s abdomen rippled with waves of pleasure at the sure stroked of that talented muscle. The blood from his wound was lapped at, the ribs it decorated defined by broad licks and the dimple just below the bandage—at the top of Remus’ thigh—was sucked and tongue-fucked with abandon.
“Join him, Druid. Give him the most potent of magic, you love.” Lykos soft voice carried as if he were right beside Severus, whispering in his ear. When Snape looked up, the first werewolf was still looking out into the dark with Harry at his side, both of them along with the armored wolf pacing back and forth between the two wizards and Medb’s conjured minions. “Eyes upon your joy, Heart of Remus. Bring him joy and bring him love.” The voice was in Severus’ mind, urging him to give of himself wholly.
“I will.” The vow was simple, but Severus meant it with his whole being. Within his lover’s mind, he realized just how much Remus meant to him, to his own tenuous happiness. “Remus, Remus, look at me. Accept me as you always have. Take my love and heal, Wolf.” A short bark over his shoulder made Snape smile. “Yes, you too, Moony. Both of you are my Remus.”
Severus made short work of preparing Remus, and then himself. The thin wizard sank down on his lycanthrope’s stiff cock with a sigh. He moaned and called for Moony. “Moony…Moony…I need you too. I need to give both of you…what you need.” Snape’s mouth was twisted with the effort to keep still on the solid heat filling his channel.
Lykos murmured a spell and Severus felt his muscles loosen. “Go, my wolf. Add your essence and my magic.” The wolf maneuvered and tried to mount Severus. Harry made a small sound and helped the thin cock find purchase within Severus’ arse; both cocks rubbed against each other as Severus rocked back and forth between the two sides of Remus Lupin.
Heat—blinding, searing heat—it filled Severus until the light burst from his chest to blossom into fireworks over the joined beings. The light drifted down to enter Remus and Moony so that all three were joined in more ways than one. Coming together with shouts and howls, the three glowed so brightly that Medb and her minions screeched with pain and stumbled back from Lykos and Harry’s position. Severus slumped to the side, the two cocks holding him to Lupin and his lycanthropy. Fumbling with the bandage around Remus’ ribs, Severus pushed the pad of herbs aside to see smooth skin, unscarred by even former transformations.
The wolf’s cock finally softened and he pulled back, the fur brushing erotically over Severus’ arse. Remus’ own prick slid out easily, the mingled come dribbling out as Snape consciously attempted to hold it in. “Lykos, your aid, please.” Squatting to the side, over a clean portion of ground, Severus let the come fall. “Can you transfigure this into a blade? Strong, two-edged and iron?” Lykos nodded and the emissions disappeared in a haze that cleared to show a Roman short sword to order.
Kissing Remus’ brow, Severus Snape leaned over to whisper, “My love and your jism will be a weapon stronger than the Blight, Remus. I need to dress you once more so you can meet Medb on the field of battle.” Lupin nodded.
“Kiss me once more, Severus. We’ll make her pay for the evil she’s breeding.” The clack of teeth and the hiss of sensitive bodies meeting once more was drowned out by a series of howls from Moony. Pulling back, Remus grinned, his now amber eyes wicked and lustful, all for Severus. “Guess that’s my cue to go out and be the hero.”