Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows: Reunion (Part Two)
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: 1,267 Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * Dirty Talk; Voyeurism; Frottage; Biting; Rough Sex* 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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4 ~ Tender Loving and a Thorough Seeing-to Make Remus a Sated Wolf
Albus stood still in his corner, fingers stroking his beard over and over in rhythm with Severus’ clenching hands on Remus’ hip and buttock. His pale eyes twinkled as Severus’ two fingers fluttered between the globes of Remus’ arse, dipping in and teasing forth gasping groans and bucking hips. The two wizards never noticed when Albus leaned forward as Severus pressed one finger into the center of Remus’ brown rose, testing the tight muscle again and again. The air in the room grew warm with magic and lust.
“Nguh…do it, Severus, do it!” Remus begged. He thrust his arse out wantonly, trying to get that long digit inside where it could send sparks across his nerve-endings. “I’ve missed you…I want you…want you…” he gasped as Severus bit his earlobe, a particularly erotic zone. As Severus soothed the bite with pursed lips, Remus pressed closer, trapping their pricks together.
Severus bit a line down Remus’ throat causing him to rub up and down against Severus’ throbbing, sweaty prick, the pre-come from each cock leaving sticky lines on their skins. As Remus’ actions grew more frenzied, Severus laved the bites with his tongue, stiffening the point to stab into the lines as his fingers pressed into—but didn’t enter—Remus’ heated channel. When Remus settled into a slow, rocking rhythm, Severus turned Remus’ head and decorated the other side of his throat; again he licked and stabbed with his tongue until Remus was whimpering for release.
“Please…fuck, please…please…” Remus murmured brokenly. His body was Severus’ to with as he would. No one could make him beg or behave so wantonly, so trustingly as Severus Snape. “Yours…yours…yours…” he breathed against Severus’ shoulder.
Severus pulled away to look into Remus’ glazed eyes. The sight of his lover’s slightly parted lips, the lines of bites down his usually pristine throat, and the puffs of heated air as Remus leaned forward to press his own soft kisses on Severus’ chest incited Severus to more biting, bruising Remus’ shoulders as they surged together, their cocks seeming to merge and then separate as they ground into each other. With a final, hard bite, Severus brought Remus over the brink and had him spilling between them in gushing spurts. The slippery emission eased Severus’ rolling motion and drew out his own orgasm, his mouth pressed tight against Remus’ shoulder over the deepest of his bites.
Albus floated backwards as Severus turned slightly to guide Remus toward the bed but a few feet away. His eyes gleamed in the shadows as Severus pulled the covers back with a flick of his fingers and laid Remus gently upon the sheets. “Will that ease you for a few hours, Remus?” Severus asked in a gentle voice. He pressed a chaste kiss to Remus’ nose, startling weary chuckle. “Yes, I see it will. Shove over a bit and I’ll rest while you regain your strength.” Severus climbed into the bed as Remus groggily scooted a few inches to the other side and pulled the covers over the two of them.
“Love you, ‘Rus…” Remus’ head lolled on the pillow as Severus arranged his body.
“Sleep now, Remus. I’m not going anywhere.” Remus turned slightly to press his body along Severus’ side and began softly snoring even as Severus rearranged him for comfort. “I won’t leave your side anymore, Remus Gryffindor…” Severus sighed as his own eyelids slid down. As he drifted off, he waved his unencumbered hand shakily, resetting the Warding spells he’d laid beforehand.
“Poor lads, so tiring to love and be in love,” Albus muttered as he floated closer to the pair. The Wards warmed, but with a wave of his hand, the ghost quieted them. “He’ll need you and your strengths, Severus. Of will and heart, my lad.” Albus reached out and his fingers sifted through Severus’ long, dark hair touching nothing, regretting much. “The Keepers of the Sheaf will not make his simple search easy, but with you at his side…” Albus floated away as a nearby presence caught his attention.
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Outside of Snape’s room, a woman paused in her cleaning. If one would have looked closely, they would have seen Minerva McGonagall under the fusty mobcap and the ragged skirt and apron. She put out her hand to grasp the doorknob but drew back with a hiss. The Wards burned her fingers before she could touch the knob. “Insufferable Slytherins!” she hissed under her breath as she hurried away.
Albus eased back through the wall of Severus’ room, shaking his head. Once, the Keepers of the Sheaf had been known to him. He would never have thought Minerva one, but it was obvious now: the Keepers were often in positions to mold minds and hearts.
Floating back toward the corner where’d he’d first appeared Albus ignored the sharp glare from the direction of the bed. A surreptitious waggle of his ghostly fingers sent Severus into a deep sleep as Albus faded into a ball of mist and then nothingness.
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Aberforth set the last shot glass into its place on the shelf behind the bar as his brother’s ghost popped into existence.
“So, Albie, what shall we do?” he asked in a low voice. He’d felt the magic wash over him, insulating them in a cocoon that would baffle any spying spells in the tavern. “I could feel it on him, the Nottinghams’ shine. Never believed what Da said about it, but to feel that glow…” Aberforth folded his bar towel into quarters and laid it precisely to the left of his favorite tap.
“Abbie, I’m not certain. Severus will protect him as Remus is drawn along.” Hovering over a barstool, Albus twirled his fingers in a spiral and a phantom drink appeared. He tipped it toward his brother in a silent salute and took a sip. “We’re going on another adventure, Abbie, one that we’ve been waiting for a very long time.”
Grabbing a pewter mug from beneath the bar and a small, green cut-glass bottle, Aberforth poured himself a drink that smelled of anise and absinthe. He raised the mug and saluted his brother with a tip. “Here’s to Da, for knowing what wonders were coming.” He took a sip. “Here’s to Lupin and Snape, for having the bollocks to fall in love.” He took a longer draft as Albus did the same with his drink. “Finally, here’s to us! May we confound the Keepers, keep the daft werewolf and his lover alive, and find out just what those Golden Arrows truly are!” The brothers drained their respective drinks on a sigh.
“I’ll be by again, Abbie. Da sends both his love and his wonder at how long this goat love has lasted.” Aberforth guffawed at the idea of his father saying the last bit. In a quieter tone, Albus continued, “Ariana sends both love and good wishes for her favorite brother.” Aberforth stilled and stared into Albus’ faded eyes. “She’s blest here, even is a Guardian Angel.”
“Give them my love, and Mother, too, Albie. I miss them, miss you.” The pewter mug slid across the bar, the towel unfurled itself and wiped out the interior, and it floated into its spot under the bar.
Albus nodded and popped out of existence, withdrawing the cocoon of magic with him. Aberforth cast a look around and then finished closing up the bar. He heard a thump and muffled curses from up the stairs and grinned. Serves the ol’ biddy Minerva right, wanderin’ roun’ his home in that awful get-up!