Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows: Reunion (Part One)
Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall) Secondary Pairings: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Dumbledore’s Ghost Summary: Remus’ innocent curiosity about his mother’s roots leads to some adventures and reveals some things he'd never known about himself. Challenge:pervy_werewolf Lusty Month of May 2010 Word Count: 1,427 Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * Dirty Talk; Frottage; Voyeurism; Foreplay; Making Love* A/N: Blame every pirate, Indiana Jones, western, etc. kind of adventure for this! Time to have some fun!
My LMoM 2010 entries: Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows
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3 ~ Why Severus Snape Handles His Lover with Tender, Loving, Languid Care
Aberforth Dumbledore didn’t blink an eye when Remus Lupin—unseen for several months and unlamented for as many—suddenly walked through the Hog’s Head doors. He merely pointed toward a dark corner with his chin and poured two frothy Butterbeers with small shots of Firewhisky as chasers. Once the two wizards were settled, Aberforth set the drinks on a platter and sent the lot over with a slashing flick of his wand.
Remus grabbed a Butterbeer from the tray before it settled down on the scarred tabletop. He drank deeply and then daintily wiped his lips of froth. “That clears the dust from the throat. Now, how does a mystery-man like you come to be wandering around Hogsmeade?” Remus leaned forward, his eyes glowing slightly as the full moon neared. “And just who are the Keepers of the Sheaf? All I was doing was researching Mother’s genealogy.”
Severus dropped his Firewhisky into his Butterbeer causing a small explosion of amber froth that smelled like cinnamon. He put one long finger into the mess and brought a mound of bubbles to his lips and licked his finger clean as Remus leaned ever closer. Once he knew he had Remus’ undivided attention, Severus brought the adulterated brew to his mouth and lasciviously licked every drop of foam from its rim, his dark eyes never leaving Remus’ own golden ones. The air grew heavy with questions and lust. Then, Severus blinked.
“Damn, man, you could get me to come simply by sticking your tongue out!” Remus growled in a low voice. “Will I get my answers or my dinner before I’m laid out for your pleasure?” One of his hands was clenched so tightly on the edge of the table that his extra-sharp nails were scoring the wood.
“Drink your Butterbeer. I’ll take that other Firewhisky. We’ll eat and then retire.” Severus leaned back, signaling discreetly to Aberforth. A heavily-laden tray of food came floating from the kitchen and over the table to slide into the middle of it. “Slake your most obvious hunger and I’ll slake your…” Severus looked down seemingly through the thick wood. “I’ll take care of you after you’ve regained your strength. After that, I’ll expand your knowledge of myth and magic.”
Remus nodded and grabbed a plate of food, mostly his favorites, and began eating. There would be no moving Severus unless he deemed himself ready to do so.
“So, why now, Severus? The last message came via a small Faux Phoenix. I thought you were still somewhere in the Greater Hinterland of China.” Severus pushed a small box toward Remus as they ate; Remus opened it to see a wicked, curving claw and nodded. “So it gave you a fighting claw, then. You must have impressed it with your wit.”
“The Hinterland Faux Phoenix is an amazing creature. I found other Potion masters using the discarded claws as refining agents. One, an ancient so old that mountains could have risen and fallen only to rise again during his lifetime, led me to a special valley and the Firefox that carried my message and gave me that. I’m to use it only for one potion. I daresay you know which potion that will be.”
Remus’ eyes widened as the unspoken declaration was understood. His fork stopped halfway to his mouth as he stammered his thanks.
“You know I would only do this for someone I esteem greatly. There is no one above you, not even the memory of Albus. I’ve told you often enough, in nauseating detail.” Severus finished off his own tipple and then tossed back the second Firewhisky shot. He took a bite of the lamb stew he’d ordered for himself and chewed while Remus slowly reached across the table.
Severus curled his fingers over Remus’ and squeezed. He released the clasp slowly and they finished their meal in quiet understanding.
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Once the plates were cleared and several pristine Butterbeers consumed, Severus led Remus to his room, one of the special ones that Aberforth held for his extraordinary customers. Remus saw the second door in the corner and opened it; it led to a room that constantly changed, allowing for a quick, untraceable get-away.
“Are you interested in fleeing from me?” Severus asked in a low voice. Remus stiffened, all over, at that tone. “Shall I chase you once more? The year after the war was…invigorating, shall we say? You made me want…” Severus’ voice was closer. “You made me search within myself for the why of you…” Severus’ hands were on Remus’ shoulders, smoothing over the green surcoat to travel down his arms to his fingers and finally enfolding Remus in both their arms. Near Remus’ ear, Severus breathed out, “You gave me purpose that would bring me treasure…”
Severus turned Remus in their double embrace, guiding Remus’ hands to his hips. They stood looking at each other, remembering their last time—three months prior, somewhere in the Welsh mountains—and then they were drawing towards each other like iron filings in the presence of a lodestone.
Remus moaned against Severus’ lips as they kissed softly. Severus took advantage of the small opening and pressed his tongue between Remus’ willing lips. Severus plunged his tongue in and out, mimicking their favorite action and foreshadowing what would happen later, after the clothing had been removed and their bodies explored thoroughly. Remus seemed to purr under the loving assault.
Severus pulled back, his normally sallow cheeks flushed and his eyes glittering. “I’ve missed you, Remus Lupin,” he said in a gravelly voice. His eyelids fluttered to hide his remarkable eyes and he leaned closer to press his cheek to Remus’. “I want to fuck you, Remus…fuck you so hard that the past three months are nothing but a fading memory. I want to feel your tight, clenching arse around me…” Severus ran his hands over Remus’ back to grasp and knead Remus’ buttocks. “I want to drive into you so deep that I come out the slit of your cock…” Remus frotted against Severus’ covered prick as the words rolled over him, his blood rushing to fill his own cock and balls.
They stood pressed hip-to-hip, rolling up and down against each other leisurely. The heat, the tug-press-roll-catch of the motion, the sound of Severus’ Firewhisky-burnished voice flowing over Remus’ senses…
“Severus, fuck me soon or I’ll come in these magical trousers and then there’ll be hell to pay with the house-elves when it comes time to clean the leathers.”
Remus smiled as Severus began pulling at his clothes, unlacing the surcoat and the tunic and then tugging until Remus put his arms up, removing them in one motion. Bare above the waist, Severus set a necklace of love-bites across Remus’ collarbones; once that was complete, Severus started on the rest of his outfit, fighting with a stubborn knot that had him yanking at Remus’ trews and nudging his stiff prick with each pull. It took some time, but Remus was finally naked in Severus’ arms while Severus was still dressed from head to toe.
A hazy form shimmered into being in a shadowed corner. Albus Dumbledore watched, quietly, as his greatest gifts to the Wizarding World became naked together. He smiled into his ghostly beard as Remus inadvertently tickled Severus’ ribs skimming both his frock coat and his shirt from his body. When Severus’ groaned and bowed his body over a kneeling Remus whose open-mouthed kisses seemed to wrench the sounds from Severus’ toes, Albus rocked on his heels, silent as all phantoms.
Severus pulled Remus up with two fingers under his chin and into a deep kiss that seemed to fuse them at the lips. Suspended by the two fingers, Remus stood on his tip-toes, stretching up and forward to bump his cock into Severus’ prick. The two men seemed to float into each other as Severus wrapped his hand around Remus’ throat, stroking the taut skin over Remus’ Adam’s-apple with his thumb. One of Remus’ hands splayed open on Severus’ sparsely-furred chest, the pinky quivering over his nipple with each change of the kiss.
Albus stroked his beard in time with Severus’ flowing caresses over Remus’ back and buttocks. When two long, dexterous fingers dipped into the crack of Remus’ arse, Albus’ gaze seemed to sharpen and his ghostly breath to catch along with Remus’. The kiss finally ended and Remus slithered down Severus’ body, their cocks bumping and catching against each other, making them gasp together.