LMoM #27: Werewolf Eyes: Aid [Remus/Severus/Harry] Title:
Werewolf Eyes: Resolution
Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 (erring on the side of caution) Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall), Remus/Severus/Harry Kink(s): Sex Magic Summary: Battle has been met and Remus et al are victorious…in a manner. Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 2,094 Warnings: none, really A/N: I give you the resolution of battle!
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Loins girded and sword sheathed at his side, Remus Lupin’s psyche was ready to step out and face Medb, the Blight that was trying to ravage his body. Severus stood next to him, once again dressed in the robes of a Druid, staff softly glowing with a pale golden light as Celtic symbols appeared and disappeared upon it. Harry, Remus’ hope, stood next to Lykos; his diadem was askew and his own short robes were mussed by his time in battle and still he had the energy to flash his friend a cheeky grin. Lykos, first among weres, wore a wreath of olive leaves and had a wolfish cast to his features, the beast that lived within him surging back and forth under his skin.
“Medb prowls in the darkness,” Lykos said quietly. “Her warriors seem less substantial.” He pulled his lips back in a growl. “The bitch pokes as the senses, can you not feel her?” The thin nostrils flared as he took in the aromas of Remus’ mind—the faint stench of the goddess’ darkness fading under the scent of sex and lily-of-the-valley and damp earth—and the mythical being howled, joined by the wolf, Moony, prowling the edges of their stronghold. “She will not survive within in you, my son. We will make it so!”
Looking at his companions, the armored back of Moony sliding against his bare leg, Remus nodded. “Yes, today we’ll cut the Blight from my bones. Thank you, thank you all.”
Snorting back a laugh, Severus stepped forward to kiss the lycanthrope—a deep, long, slow, wet kiss that brought the blood rushing to both wizards’ cheeks—the flags flying as they stepped apart. “Your thanks is not why I did this, my wolf. I am a selfish man and I want what I want and I want you.” Dark eyes bored into hazel and blue, the message loud and clear.
“You’re my friend, and a good man, Remus.” Harry’s voice seemed deeper, more manly. “’Sides, somehow I think my ‘saving-people-thing’ was getting a bit soft, don’t you?” The grin slashed across Harry’s face was cocky and bright, youth and pride shining out at Remus. “Hey, no time to be soppy! We’ve got goddess-arse to kick!”
Laughing, Lupin felt Moony push against his legs once more, the armor scraping along the bare skin. “Yes, you too, Moony. We’ve been together for an awfully long time, and there’ve been times when you’ve made me relish running through the forest, wild and free.” A woof and a nudge was his response. “We’ll run again, Moony…Severus will make it safe for us and we’ll hunt once more.” Taking a deep breath, Remus stepped forward, his back straightening, a feral grin finding its way to his lips. “Time to kill the Blight.”
A rush of magic swept through all five of them, making the lycanthropes howl and the wizards yell. It was a shining, filling power. Suddenly, Remus truly was a son of Lykos, his armor turning to iron with the profile of a howling wolf embossed upon it; Severus’ hair grew down his back, blue tattoos of power and strength blooming on his temples and cheeks; Harry’s kingly robes took on a sheen of gold, still fit for battle but more sumptuous; and Moony became a battle-wolf, the size of a small horse, his own armor echoing Remus. Lykos swelled with the pure love of the sex magic, feeling how so many stood behind his son. “Μαχείτε το σκοτάδι!” the first werewolf shouted.
Voices blending together, Remus, Severus and Harry responded: “Ago quod diligo in Lux lucis!” Moony’s long howl wove in and around the spell, animal magic blending with mythic strength and magical power. The resulting blast of light burned away all of Medb’s conjured warriors until only she, in a tattered leather skirt and torn leather armor, stood swaying in the twilight that remained.
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Stroking her fingers over Harry’s forehead, Hermione read an ancient scroll on the Chamber of Secrets. A sixth sense had her looking up to see Ron push open the infirmary doors. “Ron!” she cried out, jumping out of her chair, unheeding of where the scroll flew. “Oh, Ron!” she muttered against Weasley’s chest, his arms wrapped almost twice around her.
“So…Harry’s ‘saving-people-thing’ got him in trouble again, eh?” The redhead’s voice rumbled through Granger’s body, soothing her scrambled nerves. “When you Flooed, you said you wanted to know ‘bout the Chamber.” Pushing Hermione back to look in her eyes, the fiery-tempered best friend of Harry Potter asked the question of the night, “Why now, Hermione? Never wanted to know about it before.” The look in his brown eyes was a mixture of hurt and love.
Hugging Ron tightly, Hermione knew she’d hurt him by not asking him or Harry about the Chamber of Secrets, ignoring their adventure because she wasn’t allowed to go. “I’m sorry, so sorry. I know I should have asked before, but…you went off without me and I was young and you were having fun and…” Granger stopped talking as the air ran out. She looked into Ron’s eyes again, this time seeing the love push out the hurt. “You’re laughing at me, aren’t you?” She slapped Weasley’s arm lightly as he laughed down at her.
“It’s awright, Hermione. Still love you, ya know.” Weasley snogged the surprise out of his girlfriend with tender and arse-clenching kisses. Once they broke apart as oxygen had become a precious commodity, he asked again, “What’d ya need to know?”
Hermione Summoned the scroll from wherever it had ended up and waved it under her boyfriend’s nose. “Tell me everything Harry told you. I need to find Merlin’s portrait, and rumor has it it’s somewhere nearby.”
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While Hermione was grilling Ron about the Chamber of Secrets, Remus was battling back an enraged goddess, intent on consuming both his body and his magic. ** Clang! ** the sound of swords hitting together reverberated through the psyche and his companions, all of them shaking their heads as the sharp sounds rasped and rang.
“Argh! Damn, woman, why won’t you just leave…me…alone?!” Remus’ cry stopped Medb’s forward motion, her sword quivering over her right shoulder as it was trapped in mid-swing. Remus lunged and felt his sword bit into her ribs, catching between the bones. “Severus! Severus, cast the spell…cast it now!” Moony ran in to harry the goddess, nipping cruelly at her ankles as she tottered back from the force of Lupin’s blow.
Over his shoulder, the oak staff of the Druid began to glow, the golden shimmer solidifying into a club of light. Flanked by Harry and Lykos, Severus was a wall at Remus’ back. The spell—woven of desire, love and respect—drew even more strength from all those that had given their magic to stabilize Remus’ body in the real world.
“ Recipero meus veneficus!” A pale rose glow surrounded Remus and Severus as the words were spoken. “ Utor meus diligo!” The glow intensified. “Nostrum veneficus una, ligo nos ut ceteri!” The rose tint turned red as it was absorbed into Remus’ skin, his sword arm growing stronger as he twisted the sword in Medb’s wound.
Harry’s voice took over, the words soft but heartfelt. “Addo pacis quod consensio, commodo vires quod veneration!” A faint royal blue shimmer surrounded the Savior of the Wizarding World, his diadem sprouting sapphires and rubies as the magic grew.
Lykos spoke the last bit of the incantation, Moony barking after each word. “Pugna Obscurum!” A green mist appeared from the ground, twining around the first werewolf and the wolf. “Ago quod diligo in Lux lucis!” The royal blue shimmer and the green mist wove together, surrounding all five in a cloud of magical power and alliance. A soft net of power flowed over Remus, casting his features in golden amber, his eyes flashing wolf-yellow.
Remus howled and was joined by Lykos and Moony, their cries rising to cut through the Blight’s hold on Lupin’s body. Severus and Harry gave their own battle-cries and the lycanthrope’s real world body became straight, strong and whole; the wolfish aspects were gone once more.
A feral smirk on his face, Lykos yelled, “Strike now, my son!” He and Harry rushed forward to help, Moony going back to harass Medb’s ankles and calves. Swords and claws tore at the goddess’ body, wounds releasing a black inky magic that sought to attach itself but could find no purchase. “Medb! Your time is done!” Lykos hurled his massive body at the goddess and spun her closer as Remus swung his sword; her head was cleaved from her body cleanly, the inky magic paling to grey and falling to a dusty powder that the ground absorbed.
Heaving in great gulps of air, Remus fell to his knees, armor scratched and dented, his magical sword eerily bright under Medb’s blood and magic. “She’s…gone…yes?!” He turned tired eyes to Lykos for an answer.
Clapping a large hand on his son’s shoulder, Lykos grinned, his canines elongated as his inner wolf came forth. “Aye, Remus, aye. The Blight that was Medb has been purged from your very bones. The taint that the mages of her ilk had laid over Zeus’ gift has gone with her.” He shared a look with Severus and nodded. “He is free. No more pain, no more mindless servitude to base instincts…” Lykos stepped back, his own form growing fainter at the edges. “You are a true son of Lykos now, Remus John Lupin! I give you my blessing and the peace you have earned!” With that, the myth was but a memory, fading into the brightness of Remus’ mind.
Moony barked and shook himself, the armor of battle falling off to the wayside as he turned and twirled in lupine abandon. Remus laughed as well, pulling Severus close and merely holding his lover safe. “C’mere, Harry…you’re part of this too…” Remus beckoned Potter closer, pulling the young wizard into the hug.
Relishing the warmth, Severus sighed; he was still inside Remus’ mind. “You two do realize that we’re stuck inside Remus’ mind, don’t you? We need to remove ourselves and our magic from his mind and core so he can fully heal.” An insistent throbbing distracted him and he looked down at Harry’s blushing face.
“Um…victory sex anyone?” The very tips of the young brunet’s ears were reddening even as his hips were unconsciously flexing against Snape’s hip.
“Well…if you insist.” Severus kissed Harry, stealing his breath away with surprise and talented lips. Remus looked on and thought their clothes and armor away, leaving only his sword, the Druid’s staff, and the king’s diadem. “Remus…prepare him for me…use that wicked tongue, if you would…”
Remus didn’t say a word but knelt behind Harry and gently pried apart the pert globes of his arse. The sweaty musk was an enticing perfume and he bent to his task with a will, his tongue pointed to push at the rosy quoit hiding Harry’s warm channel. “Gah…nguh…so…so good…” Potter gasped as Severus littered his neck with love-bites. “F-f-fuck me…”
The sex magic that had been fighting for Remus’ well-being recognized the three and began to surround them, feeding off the joy and lust. Severus’ hair was electrically charged, floating around his head in a dark halo. Harry’s messy locks became even more mussed. Remus’ shaggy tresses resisted, only fluffing out in a pleasing manner. Potter’s fingers reached behind to grab at them as they teased the curve of his arse.
Severus sucked the peaked nipples diligently, biting and pinching to make Harry writhe between his lips and Remus’ tongue. The young brunet had fought a mystical battle, surrounded by more manliness than he’d ever imagined. To feel that turned to his own body, the power of the other two wizards pulsing around all three of them, setting Harry’s body to thrumming with ecstasy, drove Potter over the edge and he came against Snape’s stomach, his channel clenching around the tip of Remus’ tongue as his climax took him over. Severus felt the come heat his abdomen and came himself, hips pushing Potter onto Remus’ strong tongue. Remus absorbed the motions and his body responded in kind; his cock—untouched—flexed and spouts of come spurted out to dribble down the back of Harry’s legs.
They tumbled to the ground and sighed together. Moony circled them and licked the jism from each and every one. Remus laughed at the feeling of the long, dexterous tongue. “Gods…it’s good to be alive.”
Accept my magic = Recipero meus veneficus Use my love = Utor meus diligo Our magics together = Nostrum veneficus una Tie us to the others = Ligo nos ut ceteri Bring peace and harmony = Addo pacis quod consensio Lend strength and honor = Commodo vires quod veneratio Battle the Darkness = Pugna Obscurum Live and love in the Light = Ago quod diligo in Lux lucis