Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall) Secondary Pairings: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape as Minerva McGonagall; Remus Lupin/Severus Snape as Rowena Ravenclaw 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: 2,037 Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * Legilimency Sex; Het Sex; Oral Sex; M/M Sex; Cross-dressing * 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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7 ~ Where Severus Becomes Woman and Experiences Remus’ Roar
“Legilimency!” Severus whispered harshly. He’d been gently poking at Remus’ mind, without intent, while he’d been speaking but now Severus meant to search through his memories, looking for specifics. The force of the spell rocked Remus back on his heels even with Severus’ hands tight over his shoulders.
Severus saw Remus bound to the altar, felt the cool damp of the underground and the stone seeping into his skin. He then felt a hand running over silky skin. He weighed and measured Remus’ half-erect cock with wrinkled hands. Somehow Severus had become Minerva!
Minerva/Severus grasped Remus’ member and stroked it until it was thick and purplish-red, the heat pulsing in time with the blood rushing to fill it. Even tied to a rough-hewn altar of indeterminate age, Remus looked magnificent: golden skin made rugged by the faded scars of old transformations, the hint of wildness that a week before the Full Moon always showed in his features, magic seething just under that skin… Minerva/Severus had to taste it, had to answer the siren’s-call enticement of Remus’ charms.
“I told you to stay away from the old story, Remus.” Minerva/Severus’ partially transformed fingernails into scratched through the coarse hair at the base of Remus’ prick. His eyelids fluttered down in unexpected ecstasy and Minerva/Severus noticed, and did it again and again as Remus bit his lips, trying to keep his moans inside. “Does you no good, young man. I’ve pulled the pearly emissions from better men than you.” She/he scratched over his bollocks and had Remus almost howling.
Remus was so responsive, so open even in his captivity. He most likely thought he would escape and this would all be a prank, or something like, that could be explained away…
Minerva/Severus leaned forward, her/his unbound hair tickling Remus’ thighs. His/her mouth watered as it grew closer to Remus’ heavy, dark cock. Her/his breath was hot and moist as she/he blew across the damp slit of Remus’ prick; Remus’ body shook from head to toe and back again under her/his exploration. “I’m but one of the keepers of the secret. Not the whole of it, mind, but you’ll have to get past me.”
Severus filed that bit of information away and continued along the memory’s trail…
Remus actually howled as Minerva/Severus—his former Head of House, his former teaching associate…hell, his former mentor—sucked his prick into her/his mouth, sliding her/his slightly-elongated canines across his sensitive skin until he felt the back of her/his throat squeezing around him. On each up stroke, he’d swear she/he was purring, the vibrations driving him mad.
Minerva/Severus lapped delicately at Remus’ slit as the pre-come thickened. Remus groaned, giving himself over to the unexpected blow-job…wasn’t he supposed to be dying by now? When Minerva/Severus closed her/his mouth around the mushroom top of Remus’ prick and sucked, Remus obliged with a torrent of pent-up emotion and jism as his orgasm ripped through him.
Severus could feel the heated weight of Remus’ cock on his tongue and feel the slide of warm flesh as he scraped his teeth gently over the large vein of Remus’ cock. He could also feel the wisp of Sex Magic that overlay Remus’ actions. He tucked that away for further thought and looked deeper into his lover’s mind…
Remus had escaped, and quite creatively too. He was proud of himself and surprised at the strength of his wandless ability. His back was pressed against a cool and surprisingly damp tunnel wall, as he sniff at the newest infusions of scents. His head was still swimming from both whatever Minerva had slipped him in his tea and the orgasm she’d hoovered out of his balls.
“Why I didn’t grab the damned blanket instead of the ropes, I’ll never know,” Remus muttered under his breath. The air seemed to growing fresher as he walked, the walls growing damper, too. When he finally reached the tunnel mouth, he couldn’t believe he was still on the grounds of Hogwarts. There was a lush pond, fed by what could only be a Highland stream. Incongruously, there was frangipani growing along one side of the pond.
“Wherever I am, this is a paradise,” Remus whispered.
“Too true, too true, young lycan.” Remus whirled around, dropping into a defensive crouch, the abrasive kilt flaring around him as he did so. “Oh, that’s lovely!” the same voice said, approval and something else evident in its words.
“Show yourself!” Remus growled. So close to the full moon, his senses were sharpened but he couldn’t pinpoint where the voice was coming from.
A shimmering column appeared to Remus’ right, between him and the pond. It resolved itself into a woman: tall, regal, long hair caught in a plait that was wrapped around her left arm like a snake, dark eyes, slightly hooked nose, and a superior smile. Remus’ cock twitched at the nose; it reminded him forcefully of Severus and inadvertently of his fantasies about Severus’ nose.
Severus smiled as the woman became him dressed in a midnight blue velvet tabard over a linen shift. His hair was darker than Rowena Ravenclaw’s but it still looked silky tied in a golden cord and wrapped around his left arm like a living thing. He also liked the way Remus’ eyes lit up, differently from his true memory.
“I see that your adventures now include a Founder’s phantom, Remus.” He stepped closer, his feet barely bending the blades of grass. Rowena Ravenclaw’s words flowed around them just as her clothing dissolved from Severus’ body. His dark eyes—darker than Rowena’s dark blue ones—widened as he felt the soft breeze of the grotto wafting over his hairless skin, his hermaphroditic body that throbbed and felt wet for Remus...
“Remus, what’s going on?” Severus’ voice cracked as his hands, Rowena’s hands… molded Remus’ interested cock, abrading it with the Transfigured-rope kilt as he/she grasped and petted and tugged.
“Uh…” Remus’ mind began to blank as Rowena Ravenclaw’s magic unraveled his Transfigured-rope kilt and revealed his hot cock in her cool hands. Which became Severus’ large, warm hands. “Madam…ngh!…m-m-ma’am…Severus…” Remus stuttered. “Please? Please, Severus…”
Guiding Remus to the ground by his/her hands on his throbbing cock, Severus/Rowena arranged him to his/her satisfaction and then went tasting. Severus’ quick tongue delved into the slit of his cock, flirted with his nipples and traced protective runes across his heated skin. His strong hands skimmed over scars and pulling the nagging pain from each and every one. His nimble fingers plucked at the short, coarse hair of Remus’ groin and sifted through the greying strands on his chest.
Severus sat on Remus’ shaking stomach, leaned forward to kiss his lover’s gasping mouth, and felt Rowena’s words fall from his lips, in his deep voice…
“Shall I welcome that hard wood into my heat, Remus Gryffindor? Shall I grind you to dust, heat you into flame and then quench the fire in my belly?”
Remus’ arms flew up to crush not the Founder, but Severus to his chest as his hips surged up, pushing his cockhead inside Severus’ wet, slick arse.
The full feeling of Remus’ hot cock in his arse almost had Severus pulling away from his lover’s mind and memories. He felt his body and Rowena’s responding to Remus’ hard, deep thrusts. He felt stretched thin as Remus’ cock rushed inside only to pull out leaving just his cockhead within and then, relentless as the tide, surging back to fill his aching void. The duality of male and female coalesced inside Severus’ mind and body as…
“Fill me…fill me…fuck!” Remus lifted Severus/Rowena up and then slammed him/her down, every once in a while halting his/her slide as a tease to himself and making him/her squirm around his prick.
Feeling his orgasm drawing his bollocks up, Remus flipped them over, slamming into Severus with more vigor, even shoving him across the grass. Severus didn’t do anything but lock his legs around Remus’ hips and stab his fingers into the ground, his mouth open in a gasping scream that couldn’t quite emerge. Suddenly, Severus stiffened, grinding his pelvis/arse into Remus’ as his inner muscles tightened around Remus’ cock. Remus went over the edge of orgasm and he screamed, “Severus! Severus!”
Severus mouthed Rowena’s words as the scene unfolded, “That prick should be gilded for posterity, man!” He accepted that his lover was attractive to females, to other men, and that whatever sexual escapades happened, Remus always held Severus in his heart. He focused on Rowena’s last glance at Remus, noting for the first time that Remus had a newly-formed tattoo of a raven behind his right ear and carried Ravenclaw’s wand.
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“Finite Incantatem!”
Severus laid his forehead against Remus’ and sighed. Remus wilted against his body, safe between Severus’ knees and held in a strong embrace. “You Gryffindors don’t make anything easy, do you?” Severus whispered against Remus’ ear. He kissed it and then leaned back.
“Clean me up, will you, Severus?” Remus whispered back. He grinned against Severus’ throat as it vibrated with the words of a gentle, wandless cleaning spell. “I think I came in my trews twice…as did someone else whose chest is still shaking with reaction.” Remus made a show of sniffing Severus’ throat, rubbing his nose under Severus’ ear as Severus laughed.
“You’re not the only one.” Severus slid his hands down to cup Remus’ arse, kneading it as he continued, “my adventurous Gryffindor.” He lightly bit Remus’ ear and then leaned back to look into Remus’ still dazed eyes, assessing the effects of such a long Legilimency session. “At least we’ve learned some interesting things.”
“You, my fine lover, have a small raven tattooed behind your right ear, courtesy of Rowena Ravenclaw. The fact that you are using her wand with such ease is also something.” Severus grinned, a sly slash across his face. “You are more than likely a descendent of hers, thankfully far enough apart that the sex was not with a relative.”
Remus guffawed and grinned back. “Thank Merlin for that! Playing slap-and-tickle with a grandmother, no matter how distant, would have been a bit too much right now. Besides, you’re the only one in my heart.”
“Soppy and romantic, I still agree.” Severus Summoned Remus’ chair closer and then guided him up and away. “Time to put distraction away. You need to know more about the Cromwells, the Bourchiers, and the Keepers of the Sheaf.” Severus leaned back and crossed his ankles. Remus slouched down comfortably and waited, biting his lip.
“It seems your mother’s people—either Cromwell or Borchier—has a long history with the Sheaf, a corruption of Sheath. Actually, it refers to the sheath that held the Golden Arrow that Robin of the Hood won during the infamous archery contest. It was cast by the Sheriff of Nottingham’s grandfather, a master goldsmith named Hephaestus Nottinghams.
“He came from Norman wizarding-stock and took the name of the shire where he finally found a home—Nottingham—as his name but due to the language difference added an ‘s’ on the end. While that’s neither here nor there, his was a Smith-Master, a rare talent even then. It was rumored he was also an Alchemist, one of those taught by Rom and Egyptian elders. He wove the sheath that held the Golden Arrow from filaments of gold, copper, and platinum with the addition of adamantine at the end.
“No one knows the true recipe, but many have sought both Arrow and Sheath, theorizing that together they will be the key to this lost art.” Severus rolled his eyes. “And a treasure, I cannot forget the bloody, inconvenient treasure that is probably why the Keepers of the Sheath are after you.”
Severus wet his lips and leaned forward. Remus leaned forward as well, his whole body listening. “Remus, I would hazard a guess that some believe you know where the Golden Arrow is and someone may even think you know the alchemical recipe because of your bloodline.”
Remus shook his head disbelievingly. “You’re telling me my family, my mother’s family, is part of Robin Hood’s history? Oh, pull the other one! It’s got bells on!” He laughed.
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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.