Rosy (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} real_life_rosy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pervy_werewolf,@ 2010-05-03 11:57:00 |
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Title: Tried and True
Author: Rosy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus and Sevy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Kink(s): frottage, biting, a little blood play. ...well he's a vampire, what did you expect?
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Summary: In every genre, there are cliches. That includes pornography.
Notes: Really, I just wanted to do something fun and silly. :D Plus I thought, "Hey... wouldn't it be funny if someone wrote a smut fic like in Stranger Than Fiction where one of the characters hears the narrator?"
Word Count: 1,143
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Severus Snape had always thought it vaguely amusing that his students sometimes whispered that he was a vampire.
"...I swear by everything unholy, Dark, and exceptionally unpleasant that if I so much as twinkle I will end you."
Thankfully for him, the Narrator preferred more... classical interpretations than some of the newer tripe spewed for the masses.
"Thank Merlin."
Severus found himself in a drawing room, the golden light of the candles flowing across his ivory skin like water. The room was awash with color and music and a hundred different perfumes that all were sharper and clearer than they could ever be to a mortal. He could smell the intoxication of the men, their lust mingling with the smoke of their cigars. Their raucus laughter and boasting almost overwhelming the softer, genteel music coming from the trumpet of the phonograph. The women laughed with them, playing out their strange and intricate dance of flattery and disdain, the prelude to the bedroom games that would play out later.
Severus drifted through their brilliant frippery and overloud voices, the quiet whisper of a shadow. His hair fell in a smooth, obsidian wave from his high forehead, past his shoulders, to lie against the fine velvet of his trailing coat. He walked through the gathered crowd, passing over the portly, cigar puffing denizens to the younger men gathered by the billiard table.
He stood out like a miniature sun amidst the flickers of their weaker candles, as Severus saw it. He was golden and warm and wreathed with a feral darkness Severus could almost taste. In an instant, Severus knew what he was, just as Remus understood what creature was regarding him the minute his golden gaze met the onyx eyes of the vampire.
Severus smiled slightly, and turned to finish his circuit of the room. A few of the women tried to catch his arm, but he merely slid out of their grasp with a slight smirk and an inclination of his head. He waited a few moments, then went to the balcony. He found Remus there, standing braced against the railing as he watched the track of the moon. "You are not enjoying yourself?"
Remus turned, somewhat surprised and wary. "...no. A bit too loud for my tastes."
Severus let his eyes travel the length of Remus' body. The soft breeches outlined the curves of his leg and ass, the waistcoat accenting the trim waist and broad chest. Severus could smell the dark wildness of the Wolf just below the man's skin, and found himself unafraid. "Hmmm no. I imagine you find no enjoyment in the drinking... the gambling... or the women." He saw Remus' eyes widen, and the knob of his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.
Severus circled him, herding Remus back against the wall of the house. "I know what you are," Remus growled softly, his eyes flaring in the darkness.
Severus smirked. "And I know you... wolf." He moved, quicker than the eye could follow, and pinned Remus to the wall. The werewolf snarled and tried to break his grasp, but couldn't. They struggled for a moment, and Severus felt his pulse quicken as their bodies ground together. He shifted his leg, sliding his thigh between Remus' and was pleased to feel the heated length of his erection. "Hmmm... I see..."
"Let go," Remus growled, struggling again. The black of his iris widened, however, when his cock rubbed against Severus' thigh.
Severus chuckled darkly, scenting along Remus' throat. "I'm more than a match for your strength... your speed... and you like that don't you?" He rocked his hips, grinding against Remus and causing the man to gasp in pleasure. "You like being held like this... pitting your strength against someone who can take it and give it back in turn. It makes you... hungry..."
Remus was still for a moment, staring into the black void-like mirror of his eyes. Then he snarled. "You try to beguile me..."
Severus smirked again. "I don't think I need to... do you?" He rocked his hips again, grinding their erections together through the cloth of their breeches. Remus' breath caught in his throat, and he groaned, answering the movement with his own hips. "No... you're hungry... and my hunger is as your own..." He licked over the delicate skin of Remus' throat, feeling the blood pump through the vessel. "You want as I want... yes?"
"Yes..." Remus gasped, letting his head fall back and his body arch. His arms were pinned above his head, and he was helpless as he searched for more of that delicious friction. "Yes... Severus..."
Severus purred, finding a slow, teasing rhythm. The scents pouring off of Remus... the rich, spice of his arousal... the feral musk of the wolf... it made him all the more hungry. He felt his fangs slide from their sheathes, their tips scratching against the flushed skin. Remus moaned, his body arching again. "Yes... yes Severus..." he was panting, gasping, baring his throat...
With a low groan of pleasure, Severus sank his fangs into Remus' flesh, the hot spurt of blood tasting like a spiced, warm wine and just as intoxicating. He drank deeply, hips rocking and finding that perfect rhythmn that would drive them both insane. Remus' moans rang in the hollow of his hear, his panting exhalations sending him spiralling higher into pleasure.
Some small, analytical part of his mind that wasn't drenched in a fog of lust wondered if perhaps the saliva of a vampire contained some enzyme which prompted the production of endorphins in the brain. The rest of his mind was too busy revelling in the thrill of having Remus pinned beneath him, of being the one to draw out the frenzied moans and breathless gasps from the werewolf.
He pulled his mouth away, gasping as his body's pace quickened. His hips thrust forward desperately, Remus' meeting them in a frantic counter-rhythm. Severus gasped, feeling Remus' blood race through his body like fire. Remus looked at him, eyes wide and glassy and dark with lust, and Severus couldn't help but lean in and capture that wet, swollen mouth in a hungry kiss. The blood smeared between their mouths, adding the coppery tang to the heat of their desire.
Remus gasped, his body shuddering as he came, pulsing in his breeches. Severus could feel the hot, wet patch against his own erection... and it sent him spiralling into his own oblivion.
As he came down from orgasm, he lowered his head to lick the punctures closed, purring softly. He released Remus' hands... and was surprised when they wound around him, carding through the long skeins of his hair. He could have sworn he heard Remus murmuring.
"Severus... Severus..."