Summer Born (summerborn) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-11 23:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: summerborn, kink: dream sex, kink: kissing, remus/severus |
LMOM #11: Bits of Blue and Gold (PG-13)
Title: Bits of Blue and Gold (11 of 31)
Author: summerborn
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink: Kissing, dream sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Author Notes: Some will call this AU since Remus (and others, later) are alive post-war. For me, it is canon through HBP. You may wish to start at the beginning of the story.
Word count this episode: 1150
"Give me five minutes," Draco said earnestly. Remus sighed and nodded, running a hand through his hair as he slumped onto a stool. He could listen for a few minutes; it wouldn't change his conviction.
Draco took a pinch of powder from a jar and dusted it onto a cauldron fire. "It's me, he said. "Can you come down here, please?" Remus was surprised to hear it sound like a request, rather than a demand. He didn't catch the reply, but Draco seemed satisfied. The younger man took a few quick paces along the side of the table, then turned on his heel.
Remus felt badly for him, sorry that he couldn't give any more memories. He tried to keep Draco from fretting by distracting him. "Who are we waiting for?" he asked.
Draco looked at him sharply. "You asked about our Legilimencer," he said. "You must promise to keep his identity secret, however. I'm sure you understand."
"Trade secrets, I understand."
Draco gave a tight smile. "I meant because you, too, were presumed to be killed during the war."
The door to the lab opened, and on the other side of it, wearing black Muggle trousers and a plain grey shirt, stood Severus Snape. Rather than stepping fully into the room, he stood in the doorway and leaned one hand on the door frame, leveling his glare at Draco and ignoring Remus completely. "Well?"
"Sorry to bother you," Draco said breezily. "I just finished reviewing Professor Lupin's first submission for us–" Remus was interested to see Severus' nostrils flare at the use of the title– "and I would appreciate it if you could speak with him about a continuing business relationship." That said, Draco stood back against a counter and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Severus turned his gaze to Remus, but before he could speak, Remus felt he had to say something.
"You're... I thought you were dead." He sounded like a fool, he was sure, but that fact didn't bother him at all.
Severus gave a soft snort and glanced at Draco before turning his attention back to Remus. "As are you," he said. "I hope you don't mind if I skip the pleasantries, as I have something on the burner in the other room."
Remus got to his feet. "Then you needn't bother. I've already made up my mind, and there's nothing you can say to convince me to part with more of my past."
He walked past the spluttering Severus, back up the stairs, and out of the offices. With the coins jingling in his leather pouch, he felt like a free man for the first time in years.
-:-
That night he dreamed of Severus.
It started out with Draco, being the first person from his old life Remus had seen since the end of the war. In his dream, Draco was threatening to expose him to the Daily Prophe. He stood in David's office, leaning over the desk and demanding more, more of Remus' memories.
Remus struck him across the face, a sharp blow that spun Draco halfway around. When he turned back to look at Remus, his face utterly blank, there was blood welling at the corner of his mouth. He straightened up and glanced at the door. "Severus," Draco said, perfectly calm. "I think our friend needs a little... convincing."
Remus turned and saw him standing in the doorway, just as he had in the lab today, but his eyes were fixed on Remus.
"Does he, now." When Severus spoke, his voice was low, almost a purr, and Remus gave an involuntary shiver. There was an intensity about Severus' gaze that Remus found impossible to ignore. He tried to speak up, to say something final as he had done during the day, but his voice wouldn't work, and his feet were rooted in place.
Severus pushed himself away from the door frame and padded into the room, feet bare on the office carpet. He came within centimeters of Remus, a fraction of an inch taller so that Remus had to look up to watch the way Severus watched him. Shoulder-length black hair hung on either side of Severus' face, framing his pale features.
"Well?" Severus said, drawing the word out.
Remus licked his lips unconsciously.
Severus reached a hand up to brush his fingertips across Remus' cheekbone and down, tracing the line of his jaw. "I'm going to have what I want from you," he said softly. "I'd much rather have it willingly, but if I must I will... take it by force."
Remus couldn't speak, couldn't affect what was happening in any way. It was almost as if he were watching one of his own memories, unable to change what was going on, but he was looking directly into Severus' eyes, in the middle of the action.
"Cut!" Draco yelled just then, and then Remus was able to move, blink and look around at the lights and cameras all around them. Draco was walking up, a clipboard in hand, was saying something to Severus. "…not bad, of course, but you've got to give me more passion. Can you do that?"
Severus nodded seriously, and Draco turned to Remus.
"You're doing wonderfully," he said, eyeing Remus from head to toe. "You do 'stunned' rather well, actually. But I think we need a costume change. Costume!" He yelled this last at a nearby runner, who instantly wheeled over a rack filled with clothes. Draco gave the rack a glance and then waved it away. "No," he continued, "what we need here is the same clothes but... less. Severus, if you would?"
Remus found himself turned around, into Severus' arms, who proceeded to pull at his shirt, ripping it away from his body. Again, he was unable to respond – couldn't even form a coherent thought, much less say anything – and then Draco said ,"That's it, right there, action!"
Severus was touching his face again. Remus' eyes closed of their own accord as he savored the light touch of Severus' fingers, but he could still hear Severus say, "If I must... I will take it by force."
The husky tone of his voice shot straight through Remus' body, and even though he couldn't move there were parts of him that were responding. More passion, indeed. Just then Severus' mouth closed over Remus' in a kiss that was cautious, exploring, without being hesitant. Remus could move then, enough to reach his hands to Severus' shoulders, enough to kiss him back. He surprised himself by responding eagerly, his lips parting slightly in invitation, and when Severus shifted his position to kiss Remus more thoroughly, he felt his knees give way. He fell then: taking a step on a floor that suddenly wasn't there, he pitched headfirst into nothingness.
He awoke with a jolt and a moment of panic, heart beating wildly.
Continued in part 12.