Summer Born (summerborn) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-16 23:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: summerborn, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/severus |
LMOM #16: Bits of Blue and Gold (R)
TITLE: Bits of Blue and Gold (16 of 31)
AUTHOR: summerborn
RATING: R
PAIRING: Remus/Severus
KINK: Wanking
CHALLENGE: Lusty Month of May 2009
AUTHOR NOTES: Half-way! This story takes place post-war, but follows canon only through HBP. You may wish to start at the beginning of the story.
WORD COUNT THIS EPISODE: 875
For a moment, all Severus did was look at him. Finally he said, "Well, aren't you?"
Remus gave a short, humorless laugh, thinking about the scene they had just watched. "If you can honestly tell me you think so after my relationship with Nymphadora, I don't know what else could possibly change your mind on the issue. I've always considered myself bisexual, if you care to know."
They were still standing intimately close, next to the glowing Pensieve on its stand in the small, comfortable viewing room. Remus didn't mind, but he was beginning to find himself distracted by the scent of Severus: an enticing mix of clean and musk, very appealing and very masculine. He could almost imagine himself stepping closer to Severus and getting a good strong whiff of him, but the thought of how Severus might react kept him from doing any such thing.
Remus only realized the conversation had stopped when Severus turned and took a few steps away. Maybe Severus was uncomfortable around people of certain sexual orientations? But then, he was the one who'd asked Remus to come with him, and that was when he'd just thought Remus was gay.
The whole situation was confusing, and that wasn't the only thing making Remus' head hurt. He'd missed lunch and according to his watch it was nearly six. He'd been hungry many times in his life, of course, but right now he had a little money in the bank and he intended to celebrate.
"Well," he began, and stopped when that word caused Severus to whirl towards him, looking angry.
"Well," Severus mimicked, almost viciously, but by his next words he'd moderated his tone to mere sarcasm. "I do hope you've satisfied your curiosity about how the work on the memories is done. If there's nothing else, I've got a lot of work to do."
Remus could hardly claim to be an expert on the many moods of Severus Snape, but even he could tell that something was up. He let his gaze fall back to the Pensieve, as non-threatening as he could make himself, while he considered what to say.
Severus noticed the direction of his gaze. Remus didn't know what the other man thought he was thinking of, but it was obvious Severus wasn't happy about it. It was puzzling. Surely, if he was the sole anonymizer for Fair Weather Fantasies, he'd had the chance become accustomed to viewing other people's sexual encounters?
Before Severus could say anything else in his apparent snit, whatever its cause, Remus went ahead with his original thought. "I was going to say, Severus, that I know you must be busy, but surely you must eat sometime. I know a seafood restaurant not far from here that I've been meaning to try."
There was a silence. Remus looked up to find Severus watching him, eyes guarded. "And?"
Remus smiled at that. "And, I was wondering if you'd like to join me?"
Another silence, but at least this time Remus had the enjoyment of watching Severus consider what he was going to say in response. Not that his face was very expressive, of course. Years as a double agent had trained him too well for that. Patiently, Remus waited.
"I'm not gay."
Slowly, Remus nodded. "That's all right. I think they also serve steak."
Severus blinked, and then he said, "I have work to do."
"Another time, then?"
"Go away, Lupin." There was less animosity in Severus' tone now than a few moments ago, Remus was sure. He considered pressing his luck and insisting on some kind of agreement for another day, but decided against it.
"All right," he said instead. "And Severus? Thank you for showing me what you did."
There was no reply, and Severus didn't meet his eyes, so Remus left.
-:-
It was one thing to have dreams about Severus Snape – after all, Remus could never claim to be able to control his subconscious mind and the scenarios it came up with while he slept – but it was quite a different thing to have waking fantasies about him.
He'd found something to eat at a market on the way home, and after dinner he'd found himself restlessly pacing his flat. Not that it was very big, but he felt like he was missing a room. As if there was someplace that if he could just find the door, it would be like the flat was complete again.
Later, as he lay in bed with that same restless feeling, he found himself returning to the events of the day, and Severus came to his mind like cool water. He really did feel sorry for him, having to watch that hideous scene between him and Tonks another ten times or so, but what was of more interest to him at the moment was their conversation afterwards.
And the way Severus had smelled, when they first came out of the Pensieve.
Remus had a fairly good nose for scents, but he was never able to recreate them later. He needed to smell Severus again.
He also needed to take care of his rapidly-forming erection, and the fact that he was getting hard while remembering how Severus Snape smelled might have bothered him once upon a time, but today he found he couldn't care at all.
Continued in part 17.