AN: I’m one of the few people around here that doesn’t get off on vampires and vampire hunters, not even Buffy. So what do I get as a prompt?
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Moony moved through the Forbidden Forest in a search pattern, looking for something he didn’t want to find. The new groundskeeper at Hogwarts had found several dead deer in the forest, drained of blood with puncture marks on their necks. He asked Remus to investigate at the next full moon.
Remus tried to convince him that some things were better left alone but Beor didn’t know the history of the Forest; Lupin’s delicate hints fell on deaf ears. Thusly, here he was in the Forest with the full moon skimming through clouds, leaves crunching under his paws, and hating it.
Moony had vague memories of what it was like to run free under the moon with his pack. Now Remus was the mind in the wolf’s body, and he wanted to be curled up on his bed by the fire, with Tonks scratching behind his ears. The last thing he wanted was to wake up dirty and injured like he did before the Wolfsbane potion.
Suddenly he caught a whiff of something strange on the slight breeze. Strange, but there was something familiar about it. There was blood involved, and bruised herbs and something slightly decayed…. Instinctively, Moony began to follow that trail of molecules, muzzle low to the damp loam, while Remus tried to figure out just why he felt so apprehensive.
When the wards flared around him, he realised that waking up dirty and injured wasn’t the last thing he wanted after all. Then the magic dragged him down into the darkness.
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Moony woke with the pain of transformation twisting through his body. But when the last joint popped into place and Remus lay panting in the dense blackness, he smelled that smell again. There was a voice in his ear and an arm around his shoulders that he trusted without thinking, and he drank from the goblet held to his lips. The pain receded as did his consciousness, but he felt no fear. This time he went willingly into the depths of sleep.
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The next time Remus woke it was with full memory of Moony’s experience. He lay still and gathered what information he could. He was on a bed with a mattress stuffed with dried grass. The pillow was made of duck feathers and the bedclothes were coarse woven but smelled clean. That slight taint of decay and herbs overlay the damp and close smell of an underground chamber.
He could hear nothing but his own breathing. He opened his eyes the merest slit. Seeing no one, he struggled through the weakness and pain to sit up.
A single candle burned on the bedside stand. As he expected, the walls were stone and the furnishings were simple: his bed, a chair, a table beside the bed and a chest of drawers. A single door.
A sound outside the door sent him sprawling back onto the bed as if in sleep. The door opened and that particular scent of herbs and decay intensified. Footsteps up to the bed, something was set down on the bedside table.
“You might as well open your eyes Lupin.”
He sat up and looked at his… captor? caretaker? Even more pale than he remembered, the man stood beside the bed in a simple black dressing robe, arms crossed and a sneer beginning to pull at the corner of his mouth.
“Hullo Snape.”
Snape handed him a vial and said, “Drink.”
Remus quirked an eyebrow at him.
Snape rolled his eyes. “It’s a nutritive concentrate. Do you think I would have dragged you here just to poison you? I could have done that out there and left your body for that nosy groundskeeper to find.”
“So you know about Beor?” Remus tipped back the vial and swallowed the slightly gritty liquid that tasted hot even though the vial was cool to the touch. The warmth flooded his body, driving out the residual aches and pains.
“That’s quite good, thank you.” He handed back the vial. Snape accepted it, staring down at him with an unreadable expression.
Under the scrutiny, Remus felt his apprehension return full force. He may be safe from Snape in some ways, but his body knew that this was a dangerous creature. He felt a wash of gooseflesh down his body and tried to repress the shiver, but Snape saw it. His sneer strengthened and his eyes became smug and knowing.
“Scared, Lupin?”
“Of course not,” Lupin replied, knowing they both knew he lied. “You can’t turn me. And you wouldn’t drink from me either; my blood is tainted.”
Snape smiled an open-mouthed smile, showing his fangs ever so slightly. “Are those the only choices you see, turn or die? Have you given up on alternatives, possibilities? Are you a tame wolf now?”
Stung, Lupin snarled at him, but Snape pushed him back down onto the bed and grabbed his wrists, pinning him down. Lupin struggled to throw him off but he was still weak from the transformation and only managed to jerk his chin down to protect his neck. Snape slid on top of him and leaned close to whisper in his ear, “The neck isn’t the only place for a bite. A bite can be for more purposes than drinking or killing. I seek another sort of sustenance from you in return for my… hospitality.”
Lupin sucked in a breath as he felt Snape nibble on his ear lobe. He shivered again, this time with equal parts arousal and fear. “Easy there, Severus,” he muttered. “I don’t fancy a pierced ear.”
Snape laughed low as he released his wrists and pulled back enough to look him in the eye. “They retract. See?”
Remus watched, amazed, as Snape tilted his head so he could see the fangs slide back until they were no longer than regular teeth. A bit pointy still, but if you weren’t looking for it, you wouldn’t notice. Then, with a wicked glean in his eyes, Snape allowed them to spring forth to their fullest length. Remus couldn’t help it; he flinched.
Snape looked smugly pleased with his reaction as he leaned down again. He dragged the tips of his fangs ever so lightly across Remus’ chest until one caught on a nipple. A twinge as the needle sharp point just barely cut the skin sent a wave of desire through him. Severus then retracted the fangs in order to lick the bead of blood away.
“I can taste the wolf in you,” he murmured against his chest, then licked the other nipple to a stiff nub. A tug with his teeth and he began to kiss his way down Remus chest and stomach. He paused at his navel, dipping in, and asked, “Perhaps a piercing here? No? Are you sure?” The fangs peeked out to scratch a slow circle around his belly button before trailing down, down….
As those fangs went lower, Remus felt his apprehension resurface, though his cock had no doubts. It was hard and hot and pre-come welled up from the slit. Remus propped himself up on his elbows to watch as Snape licked the head appreciatively. Remus thought it was bad enough, this teetering between fear and lust, while he watched Severus’ tongue dart out from between his fangs. Then Severus took him into his mouth, all the way in until he could feel his cock pushing the back of his throat, and he could feel the fangs as his cock slid between them. It was heart-clenching and awful and he didn’t dare move though his body was screaming at him to thrust.
Then he was coming hard with a push of his hips into Snape’s face, expecting to feel those fangs tear into his tender flesh but unable to hold back. Instead he felt Snape’s throat close around his head as he swallowed, and no pain at all.
Before he could catch his breath, Snape climbed up his body until he was straddling his face, and pushed his cock into Remus’ gasping mouth. Obediently, Remus sucked as he thrust down his throat. It took only a few strokes until his hot seed spilled into his mouth.
After a bare minute of recovery Snape climbed off the bed and pulled his dressing robe back around him. He gestured to the bedside table. “There’s trousers and a shirt that should fit you,” he said casually. “And a pair of shoes I no longer need. That should get you back to Hogwarts.”
“But - .”
“It’s just getting to dawn, head north about a mile and you’ll come upon a trail. Go east on that and it will eventually take you around the thestrals pastures and out of the Forest close to the gates.
“But - .”
“Get dressed and go. The sun is rising; I need to sleep.”
Bemused, Remus dressed without further comment. Snape escorted him out of the bedroom and past several doors to a doorway with a steep staircase leading up. The door closed behind him, leaving a single torch in the wall to light his way. At the top of the stair was another door, which opened into what appeared to be a natural cave, close enough to the entrance that the rising sun gave enough light for him to go by. At the mouth of the cave he looked back; he couldn't see the door.
The trail ended on Hogwarts grounds barely short of the gate, just as Snape said. Remus was rounding the lake when he realised he was arriving a day late and dressed in clothing that wasn’t his. What was he going to tell the groundskeeper? More importantly, what was he going to tell Tonks?
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AN: Like I said, I'm not into the whole Vampire thing. But I do have a book recommendation: "Sunshine" by Robin McKinley. An excellent story, with vampires, sex and cinnamon rolls.