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: 1,692 Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * Fingering; Sex in Water; Biting; Dirty Talk * 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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6 ~ When Remus’ History and Uisge Beatha Become Entangled
After food, Severus deemed a shared shower a necessity. Remus agreed and found himself bundled into the en suite. The special rooms Aberforth kept had better baths than most, and who knew when they’d have a chance to stop for a proper wash or a thorough seeing-to later.
“Nuh…don’t stop, Severus…” The warm water was scented with clean vanilla. The soap was of green tea. Severus could taste them on Remus as he renewed his necklace of bites, this time from the back. When he nudged Remus’ head forward and bit over his vertebra, Remus’ mewling sighs pulled him closer. With his mouth against Remus’ bruised skin, Severus muttered a cleansing charm to ready his lover.
Holding Remus pressed against his body, the water and soap reducing friction, Severus slid his cock through the crack of Remus’ arse. His talented fingers traced esoteric designs in the suds flowing down Remus’ chest and stomach as he lipped and sucked and bit his lover’s tasty throat and shoulders. When he tore his mouth away from Remus’ Turning Scar, Severus brought his mouth close to Remus’ ear to say, “I’m going to fuck you, Remus. I’m going to open your arse, that fine muscular arse, and push my thick cock into your silky heat. I’m going to come through your cock, Remus. You’ll feel me for days.”
Remus shuddered as Severus lathered him up, scooping the frothy suds and rubbing them between his buttocks, circling every closer to his arsehole. “Please…please…oh, Merlin, please!” Remus begged as Severus gently scraped his fingertip on the softly furled skin.
“I’m going to open you up, Remus,” Severus breathed against Remus’ ear. “I’m going to put in two fingers…slowly…” He did just that, gently working past the tight muscles keeping him from his prize. Severus felt those same muscles almost cut off his circulation as Remus clenched over them and tried to ride them. “No, no, I fuck you, not my fingers, Remus…I get to plow in, filling that glorious arse with my cock, my steel…” With each word, Severus loosened Remus, twisting and turning and scissoring his fingers. The shower grew warmer as a fine mist began to form.
“Fuck me, Severus…I’m yours…yours…” Remus stood pressed against the shower wall, fingers pushing into tiles and scratching them. He swung between the wall and Severus with each thrust of Severus’ fingers, each deliciously dirty word his lover whispered in his ear and then made come true. “Fuck me…fuck me…”
Severus listened as Remus begged and then mouthed a charm to cover his cock with lubricant. He put one arm around Remus and used the two fingers inside that intoxicating heat to guide his throbbing cock past the loosened ring of muscle and inside. He left his fingers there, pressed inside Remus’ channel as they both adjusted to the feeling of being joined once more. Severus bit Remus’ earlobe as he pressed closer, filling him
With his knuckles popping in and out of Remus’ arse along-side his cock, Severus listened as Remus’ begging turned to babbling sighs that were sometimes swallowed up by frantic kisses. He surged forward and pulled his fingers out, earning a quavering gasp from Remus and a tight clench of his rippling channel.
“I love you…” Severus pulled Remus’ head around to kiss him as his hips pistoned in and out of his heat. He wrapped both arms around Remus, holding them together even as he pulled out and then slammed in. “I love you, Remus…” When he flicked his fingernails over Remus’ pebbled nipples, Remus grunted and came untouched, his jism flashing in the misty water and then washing away. Severus’ hips never stopped moving as those tight muscles bore down on him, squeezing him as his cock pushed past them over and over until he cried out and filled Remus with heat and light.
They slid down together, the water washing away most of the evidence of their love-making. Severus was still held tight inside Remus, a feat he’d never experience with any other lover. “I do love you, Remus,” Severus muttered as he slowly pulled his cock from Remus’ grasping arse. “You’ve got the best heart and the hungriest arse…”
Remus gave a muzzy smile and a wince as he lost the fullness of Severus’ cock and felt the jism slowly dripping out of his arse. “’Cuz it’s yours, ‘Rus. They’re yours.” Remus put an arm behind his head and drew Severus close for a long, lazy kiss.
“Guess we’d better clean up proper, eh?” Remus’ eyes glinted amber as he scrambled to get up, but Severus held him with ease. “Severus?”
“I promised you answers, Remus. I meant what I said. I won’t be leaving your side. A team of Dementors couldn’t pry me away.” Severus’ dark eyes were serious.
“I know, Severus, but right now, I’m half-drowning and pruning and I want you see what’s happened and…” Remus babbled until Severus turned him around and kissed him.
“I know, too, Remus. I’ll grant you the water-logging but you will always be delightful in my eyes.” Severus banged his head against the shower wall as Remus laughed. “Oh, Merlin, where is this drivel coming from?”
“C’mon, laggard. We’ve got a mystery to solve and you’ve got information to give me.” Remus knelt, kissed Severus’ nose, and then stood up. With deceptive ease, Remus pulled Severus up beside him and efficiently soaped him up and washed him off. Severus returned the favor and they stepped out of the shower together.
The mist coalesced behind the shower curtain. Albus Dumbledore never thought he would become a Peeping Tom after death, but with sights such as the ones Remus and Severus were treating him to, how could he not?! “You’ll need that love, Remus. Severus has ever been a strong shield-arm, but to have his heart as well? Be safe, my boys. I grant you any and all protections I can…” The mist became fine drops of water once more.
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Fully clothed and now seated across from each other by the fireplace, Remus stared at Severus. He could feel the soft brush of Legilimency, but Severus wasn’t pushing inside his mind just yet.
“You said you were looking into your mother’s family history. Where is she from? Who are her people as far as you know? When did you first feel something was wrong?” Severus held himself stiffly, trying to make it easier for Remus to talk to his “bastard” persona. “Did anyone seem suspicious or leery about your search?”
“Mum said she came from Cumbria. Da would look at her funny and just nod.” Remus looked past Severus, remembering his mother’s sparkling blue eyes and his father’s booming laugh; he blinked and glanced back into Severus’ dark eyes. “I found several letters from a manor in Huntingdon. They were from two people, Lydia Cromwell and Aristophanes Bourchier.” Remus laughed at the surprise creeping across Severus’ face.
“Yes, a relative of Oliver Cromwell and one from his wife’s side. I realized something was strange and sent off a letter of inquiry to the Wizarding Library there.” Remus leaned back, breaking eye-contact. “The letter that came back was stiff, filled with obvious lies, and intriguing. I couldn’t help myself and went there.”
“What were you thinking, Lupin? Didn’t any of this strike you as too pat, too much like a mystery story?” Severus jumped from his seat. He distractedly pushed a hand through his straight hair, tucking a lock behind his ear. Severus whirled around the chair and gripped the back of it with both hands. “Why didn’t you send for me, you dunderhead?”
Remus laughed and then swallowed the sound at the hurt on Severus’ face. “I’m sorry, Severus. I just thought someone was having me on…you know, perhaps they just wanted a hero of the Second War to visit and used this as a lure. It wasn’t until I got to Huntingdon that I realized there was something more sinister going on.”
Severus’ grip on the chair back grew whiter as Remus continued. “I took a room at the Rump Parliament Public House. I had a good dinner of boiled potatoes, beef steak, and spinach with raspberry vinaigrette. Don’t look at me like that! I always remember a wonderful meal!” Remus leaned back and crossed his arms, huffing at Severus’ startled laughter. “Shall I go on, oh inquisitor?” Remus groused as Severus rounded the chair and resumed his seat.
“I woke up from a very good sleep to find my room had been ransacked, my bag slashed to ribbons—you know, the one you gave for our first Christmas—and my boots gone. After several repair spells and Transfiguring shoes from buckram, I got out of my room to find the pub was a sham, nothing but a dilapidated wreck that had been under a heavy Glamour.” Remus looked at Severus, his eyes a swirl of amber and blue as the wolf became agitated at the memory. “I never felt a thing, Severus. Not one bloody thing!”
“I went to the Huntingdon Aurors and they laughed at me. Said many a tourist had been caught by such an illusion. They took my information and sent me on my way. I thought that Hogwarts Library might be helpful, and protected, and Apparated to Hogsmeade. I met Minerva at the gate just as she was going out. We passed, she gave me a password to a set of rooms in Gryffindor Tower. I fell asleep in the library, over a book about Cromwellian witches…” Remus’ voice faded away and he blushed as he realized what was coming next.
Severus leaned forward, hands clasped between his knees. He could feel Remus’ embarrassment from four feet away. “I think now is the time for me to see what you can’t yet talk about, Remus,” he said in a low voice.
Remus slid out of his chair and onto his knees. He scooted across the rug until he was between Severus’ knees. Severus curved his hands over Remus’ shoulder and leaned forward to look into his memories…
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Reference
*There is an actual distillery called Knockdhu Scotch Whisky Distillery (Knock, by Huntly, Aberdeenshire, Scotland). Knockdhu means “the Black Hill”. Owned by Inverhouse Distillers Ltd.
Uisge Beatha means “water of life”, the Scots Gaelic name for whiskey.