LMOM: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 29/?? (Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus) Title: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 29/?? (I'm writing into June, as I am not done with this story!) Rating: NC-17 Characters/Pairing (this part): Remus/Severus (hints of unrequited Remus/Peter) Characters/Pairing (overall fic): Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus Summary: "It would take too long to explain the intimate alliance of contradictions in human nature which makes love itself wear at times the desperate shape of betrayal. And perhaps there is no possible explanation." ~ Joseph Conrad Kinks/Warnings: nipple play, fisting Overall warnings: Angst Challenge: LMOM '08, day thirty-one! Word Count: 1950-ish Notes: POA era. ...AND OMG I'M NOT DONE! *flail* I've got at least five more chapters of this, but I won't be posting every day after today. Hopefully every few days, as I need to breathe a little now that it's June. :P Thanks so so much to innerslytherin, who held my hand a lot, and mnemosyne_1, who kicked my grammar into shape, for the beta-reading this month! CONGRATS TO EVERYONE WHO MADE IT!!!
For a while, the castle almost seemed peaceful. Sure, the Dementors were circling outside, but it was easy to forget them when you were cozily inside. It was especially easy for Remus to forget when most nights were spent either grading or letting Severus remind him just how fantastic a lover he was.
It was easy to forget, that was, until the person they were guarding the castle against somehow managed to get inside. It was almost awe-inspiring, really. In the worst possible way. How could Sirius have not only escaped from Azkaban, but then manage to break into Hogwarts while the Dementors stood guard? It seemed so unlikely that Remus almost couldn't believe it was real. He stared, jaw clenched, at the portrait of the Fat Lady, anger bubbling inside of him, for what felt like ages before setting off to search the castle with the rest of the professors.
He his ex-friend's audacity didn't surprise him. Or at least it shouldn't have surprised him after Sirius had tried to murder Snape in their sixth year. It was sometimes hard for Remus to believe he'd somehow forgiven Sirius for that. It had taken some time, but he had, and they'd all paid the price. He wondered sometimes what might have happened if he'd walked away from Sirius then. Would Peter have walked away too? Probably not. Not then, anyway, before Remus and Peter had been together.
It was nearing two in the morning as Remus wandered the empty corridors of the castle. The students had all been accounted for, and many of the professors had already gone off to sleep. Remus couldn't sleep, and he knew Severus wouldn't be in his chambers either. It was sometimes amazing how much Albus seemed to rely on Severus now.
Remus rounded a corner on the second floor, his wand clutched in his hand. His office wasn't very far down the hall, and he thought he might just make a cup of tea and try to relax for bed, but then he heard something, a tiny little noise echoing off the walls, as if something were scuttling across the floor. Remus raised his wand, peering down the corridor for a sign of anything, his eyes darting across the stone. It didn't sound human or heavy enough to have been Padfoot. It was probably Peeves.
"Show yourself," he said softly, though his voice still bounced off the stone. There was silence for a bit, and then the scuttling and scraping resumed. It was moving away from him, toward his office. Remus hesitated only a moment before he darted off after it, listening hard for the small noise against the sound of his own feet hitting the floor. The sound got a bit louder for a moment, then Remus passed his office door and it was behind him. Whipping around, Remus stared at the empty hallway, and then at his office door.
Nothing. There wasn't a thing to see, and now he couldn't hear the noise any longer either. The door hadn't opened or closed. Remus shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, slumping against the wall across from the door. It was too late. He needed sleep. He was starting to bloody hear things!
Sighing, he pushed away from the stone and went to make himself tea.
Gentle fingers brushed through Remus' fringe the following morning. He had fallen asleep at his desk and he sucked in a deep breath as wakefulness hit him. He reached to close his hand on Severus' wrist, but it moved, so he stretched and opened his eyes, smiling at... He blinked. The room was empty.
He rubbed his palm against his forehead, as if to erase the memory of the soft caress that hadn't actually occurred, then blinked hard, trying to wake fully. He hadn't had enough sleep, but he swallowed a yawn and pushed himself out of his chair to get ready for his classes anyway.
It was strangely difficult to brush away the feeling that he was being watched. It was ridiculous, of course, the noise last night, the imagined touch. If it was Sirius, Remus would have known. Sirius couldn't hide so easily. Remus put it off on an overactive imagination coupled with both a need for more than a few hours sleep and his past relationship with Sirius. His mind was playing tricks on him. He headed off to class.
The tension was high today, so high Remus didn't really feel like he was much accomplished in class. When classes ended, Remus dragged himself to Severus' chambers and slumped into Severus' bed. Severus just watched him calmly. He didn't say a word as Remus walked past him. In fact, Remus was starting to wonder if Severus was planning to just let Remus sleep by the time Severus appeared in the doorway of his room.
"Don't say anything," Remus mumbled. He didn't need to hear anything about Sirius. He especially didn't need to hear anything about Sirius from Severus. Not now.
Severus shut the door and started stripping off his clothes, dropping them in a trail as he walked towards the bed. Remus had been lying face down, but turned his head to watch Severus walk toward him. Whe he sat down at the edge of the bed, he rolled Remus over and started to pull open Remus' shirt, splaying his fingers over Remus' scarred chest. "About what?" Severus asked, and Remus closed his eyes, grateful.
He wasn't really sure he was in the mood for sex, but he supposed it would help him forget what was happening just as easily as sleep would. It would probably help him get to sleep in the first place, actually. He'd just been lying there with his eyes closed and his mind racing prior to Severus walking in. Remus arched up against Severus' fingertips, closing his eyes as Severus' hands soothed over his chest. He licked his lips and shifted when Severus brushed his shirt off his shoulders, squirming out of it as Severus' fingers worked on his trousers. After a moment, Severus had Remus fully stripped, and Merlin help him, already hard.
Remus nearly thanked Severus for the way he was obviously avoiding a subject he didn't either of them would agree on, but Severus ducked his head and took Remus' nipple in his mouth, pinching it between his teeth and giving it a tug. Remus gasped and closed his fingers in Severus' hair as Severus fingers moved down and curled around Remus' cock. "Severus," Remus breathed, sliding his own hand over to touch Severus, stroking down his chest and stomach to his cock.
Severus' teeth scraped over Remus' sensitive skin, and Remus' hand tightened on Severus, squeezing and pulling until Severus moaned against Remus' chest. It was strange how subdued this felt, and Remus wondered if Severus meant for this to be calming for Remus, rather than just means of release. Whether he meant it or not, it was working that way, and Remus squirmed a little against the sheets, feeling the way Severus' teeth tugged the sensitive nub as he moved and letting his body calm his mind.
Severus licked across Remus' chest, laving his tongue gently over Remus' other nipple, then sucking lightly. It was an entirely different treatment this time, and one that made Remus moan Severus' name and thrust against Severus' hand for more friction. Severus shifted up onto the bed and out of Remus' reach, and spread Remus' knees wide, drawing his knuckles between Remus' legs. He was still leaning over Remus' body, biting Remus' nipple lightly when Remus felt Severus do a lubrication charm and slide a finger inside him. Remus squirmed, adjusting easily to the slender finger as Severus worked it inside him. Then Severus slid a second finger inside and crooked his fingers until he found Remus' prostate.
"Oh, fuck!" Remus said, his breath going ragged. He wished Severus would move his mouth lower, the tease of his tongue flicking over Remus' nipples driving his hunger for Severus even further. A third finger slid inside him, and Remus gave Severus' hair a sharp tug. "Fuck me!" he panted, but Severus didn't move. His fingers slid in and out, so slowly it was nearly enough to drive Remus mad with need. "Severus," Remus whimpered, and then gasped as a fourth finger slid inside him. "Oh God," he panted.
It wasn't until Severus cast another lubrication charm that Remus really understood what Severus was planning. Severus tucked his thumb against his palm and slid his fingers in to his knuckles, letting his hand sort of hover there, moving in and out slowly without actually passing the widest part of Severus' hand beyond Remus' entrance. Remus couldn't breath. It had been ages since anyone had done this to him, and it was both exciting and overwhelming at once.
Severus had lifted his head to watch Remus, and after a moment of gasping for breath, Remus opened his eyes and met Severus' gaze, which was apparently all the permission Sverus needed to proceed. Severus' hand sank inside of Remus, pulled in once the widest part of Severus' knuckles passed Remus' entrance. Remus cried out, trying not to squirm, but then he felt Severus' hand ball into a fist inside him and start to move.
Remus was so incredibly full, and he closed his eyes again, little explosions going off behind his eyelids as Severus' fist moved, brushing Remus' prostate with every tiny movement. Remus knew he was babbling words of pleasure and need, but he wasn't really even fully aware of what he was saying. Then Severus ducked down, taking Remus' cock into his mouth. Remus moved to thrust, moaning at the way it caused Severus' hand to shift inside him, and then came with a strangled noise.
He collapsed, breathing hard, and whimpered in both pleasure and over-stimulation as Severus moved his hand, slipping it out slowly and carefully, and then Severus' prick was inside him a moment later. Remus lazily wrapped a leg around Severus' hip, squirming at the quick hard thrusts that were so different from the deep, slow movements of Severus' hand. Severus kissed Remus, his tongue drawing along Remus' lower lip before dipping into Remus' mouth, and then Severus was coming too, groaning as he stilled against Remus.
They stayed that way for a while, panting hard against each others skin, and when Severus pulled out and collapsed at Remus' side, Remus didn't hesitate to roll over and wrap his arms around Severus, pressing his face to Severus' neck and feeling relaxed for the time since Sirius' break in.