Author:bonfoi Rating: R Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Summary: During the war, two spies have their own way of communing. Kink: For the pervy_werewolf July 2009 prompt: ice play Word Count: 1,311 Genre: During Second Voldemort War Warnings: Dirty Talk; Alpha!Remus A/N: Just a bit of typing exercise and a stretching of my imagination.
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Cold hands, warm heart…wasn’t that the old adage? Severus thought. He watched Lupin’s hands, red from the cold wind that had stolen the poor excuses for gloves from his hands. Inches away, his own hand felt the chill rolling off the lycanthrope’s hands, and absentmindedly, it slid closer to that tantalizing, refreshing coolness. When his little finger bumped against Lupin’s hand, they both stilled, the noise of the Leaky Cauldron fading away.
A chair scraping across the floor broke the tableau and Lupin snatched his hand from the tabletop. “Ah, Severus, what was it you wanted from me?” Lupin asked. Severus looked up and found himself distracted by the rush of red in Lupin’s cheeks, the warmth of the pub chasing away the kiss of winter right before his eyes. “Severus? Severus?” Lupin waved his hand before Severus and the spy came back to his senses and sneered.
“You’re to meet me in Hogsmeade, at Aberforth’s three nights from now. I’ll have the full details for you then.” Severus waved him away and watched the play of emotions cross the werewolf’s face, cataloguing the pique, the ire, and a touch of…was that intrigue?
Three days passed and a last blizzard had blanketed the Highlands before Spring’s return. Severus stewed in The Hog’s Head, hands wrapped tightly around a steaming mug. His back was to the wall, wand on the table, as he waited for Lupin to arrive. A faint brush of cool fingers across the back of his neck had Severus sitting upright and looking around. When he felt warm breath on his cheek, he realized the lycanthrope had gotten his hands on Potter’s Invisibility Cloak. He growled and phantom fingers plucked him out of his seat, mug still in one hand while the other grabbed his wand.
Lupin tugged him up the stairs. In the shadows at the end of the hall, the hand became solid as the door knob was turned. “Enter my humble abode for the night, Severus,” Lupin whispered. Severus stepped inside and turned as the door shut, the click of the slide louder than the beating of his heart.
“I wanted to give you something special, before I took this mission, Severus.” The cloak pooled in a fall of hidden nothingness. Lupin was gloriously nude, and had been the whole time. Severus sipped his drink and then placed it on a convenient table, dropping his wand next to it. He’d known Lupin—Remus—would understand what he’d wanted three days before.
Waving his hand over the lines of buttons on his frock coat and his shirt, Severus took them off at once, dropping them to the floor as well. Remus reached out, the touch of his spell-cooled fingertips causing goosepimples in their wake. When those chill digits tweaked his nipples, Severus hissed, leaning in to the chill, the pleasure/pain of it. Remus smiled and pushed him back until his knees hit the couch. “Sit…I’ve got your favorite treat waiting.”
A bowl of ice shavings steamed in the warm air of the room. A silk scarf—a gift that Remus never let out of his possession—lay wrapped around the base, soaking up the damp coolness. “I want you to feel this, feel how the chill draws the blood, how it feels around that burning cock of yours, the melting water running down through your pubic hair and behind your bollocks to swirl around that dark rose hiding even greater heat.”
Remus plucked a curl of ice and pressed it into Severus’ navel and watched the muscles quiver as the cold water dripped down into his still-buttoned trousers. “Best remove those, Severus. I want to see you squirming, red and white, my own frozen rose garden of delight.” Severus did as he was told, his chest and cheeks flushed with desire, and knowing that he didn’t have to ask for anything—Remus had it all in hand.
A quick tug and the buttons of Severus’ trousers were undone and the material was sliding down his long legs. He kicked them off, uncaring of where they finished up. His cock was rising without the weight of his woolen armor, and the prospect of Remus’ frosty touch. He let his body drop as Remus pushed him back, legs falling open in invitation.
“So ready for me, Severus,” Remus said. He laid a handful of ice chips in the lines delineating Severus’ abdomen, the melt dripping way in a way that had Severus wriggling. “Tut-tut, Severus. You have to sit very still, or there won’t be anything to cool your ardor.” Severus bit his lip, and nodded. His muscles quivered slightly, but he tamped down the motion as more ice was added, an arrow of cold that thawed into rivulets of cool water that seemed to bathe away the Dark, the stain of spying that always clung to his skin. He moaned and Remus leaned down to kiss him, bellies trapping the chill between them for a few seconds.
Pulling back from the kiss, Remus grabbed a large ice cube and held it between his lips. He rubbed it along Severus’ cheekbones and his nose, ignoring his partially-open mouth. Gasps met each drip of water as it splattered on his collarbones. When the cube had been halved, Remus returned to kiss Severus, pushing the ice into his mouth, sucking both cube and tongue together.
Before he was ready for the kiss to end, Remus pulled away completely. Severus’ damp skin was warming and he knew Remus would find a delightful way to cool him, wash away the burn of his double-life. Remus scooped a handful of ice from the bowl, water trickling over Severus’ thigh as his lover moved to press it to his bollocks, his head falling back, lips bitten almost raw as he held in his moans at the touch of the wet chill.
“I’m going to fill you, freeze the Dark and then boil it away, Severus. Would that please you? Would you like me to open your heat and leech it away until I replace it with my own?” Severus nodded, his eyes half-open as cold fingers pushed even colder ice past his tight muscles and inside him. It was a slow, tortuous procedure and he sighed as he felt the last cool bits slide in. Remus rubbed around the tight ring of muscle, the motion pushing the ice around and cooling Severus’ blood, driving away the heat of anger he had to carry.
“I’m going to fill you, Severus.” Remus pulled his unresisting body forward onto his cock, the lycanthrope hissing as the melt water bathed his cock. Severus opened his knees even more until he could rest his legs on Remus’ hips. Once Remus was inside, the ice and water warming as he stroked back and forth. “I want to give you my heat, Severus. Are you ready?”
Looking into blue-green eyes, Severus said his first word of the night: “Yes.” Remus began pounding into him, pushing the cold deeper but replacing it with good, clean heat. The water leaked around his cock as he pistoned in and out. Severus’ hands reached out, the cold and heat were changing, changing inside him. He cried out as his orgasm rippled through him, at first cool and then fiery. Remus followed after two more thrusts, his jism purging Severus of the ice and the Dark.
Breathing hard, Remus held himself up on trembling arms, his cock still inside Severus. “I hate having to leave you,” he sighed. Remus pulled out, gently, wandlessly Summoning a flannel to wash Severus with the melt water in the bowl. He wiped himself as well and then urged Severus up and to the bed.
Later, Severus would don his armor, his spy’s persona, and give Lupin the latest mission details. But, for that instant, he was cool, clean and loved.