Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows: Grounding Actions
Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall) Secondary Pairings: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape 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: 2,327 Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * Foot Fetish; 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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8 ~ Shock and Dismay Bring Forth Fond Memories and Grounding Sex
Remus’ laughter took on a teasing edge. “Oh, that’s richer than Honeyduke’s Special Chocolates, Severus! I almost believed you.”
“My mother was a Muggle-born witch. Her name was Elizabeth. She had a scar on her thumb, at the base, from when she tried to peel an apple like my Grandmother and cut herself.” Remus pointed to his right thumb. “Just like I did.” The scar was different from all his other ones, straight with a hook at the bottom, toward his wrist.
Severus leaned forward to grab Remus’ hand. He’d noticed the scar before but thought nothing of it. As he ran his index finger over it, Severus cast a sinister spell with his left hand, his wand jerking as it wasn’t his dominant hand. Remus’ scar glowed blue-white and Remus stopped laughed to stare at it.
“This is a scar from a blood ritual, Remus.” Severus enfolded Remus’ hand between both of his, wand still in his left hand. He stared into Remus’ surprised eyes. “If your mother had one, I’d wager your grandmother and grandfather had the same one as well.” Remus shook off Severus’ hands as he leapt from the chair and began pacing to-and-fro. Small pings from the bed and the small table signaled Wild Magic flaring out, pulling the metal nails from their moorings.
“This can’t be true.” Remus whirled around, his eyes more golden amber now. “My father was a wizard, from Normandy, as was his father before him. He met mother in…in London, during some festival. He courted her, met her parents, they got married.” Remus stopped and stared at the scar on his hand, rubbing at it as if it would wear off. “She loved us, told me stories of magic and wonders of the ages…”
“We lived in the Lake District. She was a seamstress, a tailor, too. Da was a land agent. Kept the forest, made certain the magical animals were safe and the Muggles kept away. That’s why Fenrir hated him; he kept the villagers safe from him with spells and wards.” Remus’ hair rose in a personal storm of static as he moved.
“He loved her with all his heart. She was just like anyone else’s mum…” Remus looked lost as the Wild Magic stilled suddenly. “She’s some goddamned historical footnote! And I’m a bloody alchemist!” he shouted. The metal that had been picked up by the Wild Magic hit the floor with pings and pops.
Severus stood up slowly, his hands at his side, his wand back in its sheath. “Remus, she’s still your mother. She’s the woman that held you when you cried in the night and soothed your fears. She was a lovely woman from what I remember from school days; she had a fine smile, one I know her son shares with me.” He approached Remus with caution, amazed at the flare of Wild Magic since he’d never felt from Remus before. “Please, sit, talk with me…”
Remus began tearing at his clothes, struggling to pull tunic and surcoat off together and then barely undoing the laces of the trews before stumbling out of them and his boots. Dressed only in stockings and his wand and its sheath, he stood in the middle of room, arms akimbo.
“Fuck me, Severus,” he begged in a growling voice. “Fuck the alchemy out of me! Remind me than I’m not some damned freak! Make me Remus again!” He shook and railed as Severus stood over an arm’s-length away, methodically divesting himself of his clothes and boots.
“Take off your wand and your stockings. I’ll help you. Lie on the bed and I’ll come to you…like I did the first time. Remember our first time, Remus…” Severus gently turned Remus toward the bed, a silent, wandless command pulling back the covers and the sheets. “Just make yourself ready… Remember how it was when I came to you…” Remus arranged himself as Severus had said, his eyes wide and his cock only half-erect. Severus grimaced inside at the thought of forcing sex, even if his lover demanded it.
Once Remus was sitting against the pillows, his startled eyes barely noticed Severus as he crawled onto the foot of the bed and began massaging Remus’ feet. “I told you that you had the feet of a dancer, remember.” Severus’ voice was pitched low to make Remus concentrate, to pull him out of his shock. He rubbed and dug his fingers into the tense muscles of Remus’ feet as he spoke.
“It was after that last victory party, the one the Weasleys held at their tumbledown home. Arthur had some cousin’s home brew hidden from Molly and we were just drunk enough to try it, toasting all those who’d fallen and all those who remained.” A long stroke from under Remus’ toes to his heel and back finally had Remus’ foot curling and his eyes drifting toward Severus. “I bet you a foot massage that I could balance the bottle on my nose. I lost and you pulled those scuffed excuses for boots from your feet, showed me your much-darned socks, pulled them off and then Scourgified your feet with a deprecating grin.”
Severus sat tailor-style and put one of Remus’ feet in his lap, against his slowly-filling cock. He worked on the other, aware that Remus’ attention was coming back to him, to the story and the touch of his hands. “Arthur was a smart man and left us alone then. I still think he saw me lunge for those fine feet and suck on your little toe before he did, but he’s always refrained from mentioning it.”
Remus chuckled and his eyes lost a bit of the fixed look as Severus brought his foot up and sucked on that infamous little toe. When Severus pushed his tongue between each toe, a slow dragging-stabbing motion that seemed to draw more and more of Remus’ attention, he was looking fully at Severus, staring into his eyes with a conscious effort. Remus’ cock was also interested, twitching as the blood began to fill it. Severus nibbled around each wet phalange until he got to Remus’ big toe; he plucked at the hairs on it and made Remus’ jump, pushing it into Severus’ mouth where it was laved and sucked for several minutes.
Remus’ breath was coming in shallow pants when Severus finished worshipping his toe. Severus put the damp foot down against his very full cock so that it was bracketed by Remus’ feet. When Remus curled his toes and rubbed Severus’ cock between the soles, Severus moaned and slipped his hands up Remus’ legs.
“That’s it, Remus…remember how your feet were the first things to make me come…” Severus felt the calluses of Remus’ soles catching on his sensitive cock, pulling at the foreskin, and it made his eyes roll back into his head. Flexing toes and a scrape of thick nails made him grip Remus’ legs hard enough to leave marks, but neither of them cared. “Press me, push at me…grind your heel into the base…” Remus did everything Severus asked and some things he remembered from that first, blissful time.
Kneading Severus’ cock between his feet took concentration and Remus threw himself into it. He knew he could hurt Severus if he didn’t watch his own strength, and that Severus wouldn’t complain. “Want you to come for me, Severus. Push back, rub against my heel. Want that pre-come in my skin…” His feet curled and twisted Severus’ cock making him grunt as Remus pressed the flesh. “Fuck my feet, Severus…feel the ridges tugging at that silky skin…push, push, push!”
Severus took his hands from Remus’ legs and helped hold Remus’ feet around his cock as he wanked between Remus’ feet. He pushed through the tear-drop-shaped hole between the soles over and over, abrading his tender appendage but uncaring; it felt damned good to do this once more. “Yes…rub me…rub harder…” Severus moaned.
Remus pressed back against the pillows and then straightened his legs out to press flat-footed on Severus’ groin. A grunt and then a moan were his reward. Severus kept pushing into Remus’ feet until his reddened cock couldn’t hold it anymore and he exploded over those fine dancer’s feet. Even as his cock was quivering out the last of his jism, Severus was licking and sucking the emissions from Remus’ skin, his eyes closed in ecstasy.
Pressed into the pillows, his own prick throbbing now, Remus realized Severus had done that for him. He curled his toes inside Severus’ mouth, trying to grab his lover’s tongue and failing yet still pleasing Severus. It had grounded him, reminded him he was beloved of Severus Snape and not a freak…even if his mother’s people were alchemists. Remus shook his head and gently wanked as Severus cleaned his feet, teeth scraping over knuckles every so often.
“Severus…” Remus pulled his feet away, spreading his legs in invitation. “Come sit on my lap and tell me you love me...” Remus laughed, a soft exhalation of joy unlike what had come before. Severus looked a bit cross at losing Remus’ feet but the sight of his cock, dark red, uncut, bobbing with each breath, and bedewed with pearls of pre-come made him lick his lips and crawl up the bed. “That’s it, Severus, come and take your pleasure on my pole. See, it’s stiff for you, because of you. It only dances for you, no matter who tries to wield it.”
Severus glanced up at Remus. He noted that the eyes were normal now, the faint cast of the wolf back to its normal fuzziness of Remus’ features this close to the moon. “Accio Wand!” Severus Summoned his wand and then circled it around himself, preparing for a ride upon his Remus. Tossing the wand toward the pillows, Severus knelt over Remus’ prick, teasing it with his arse and bollocks. “So, I get to ride the wild Remus, eh?” Remus held his prick steady as Severus took in the head and stilled.
“You are too good to me, Severus…” Remus wheezed out as he tried to keep from pushing upward and completely into Severus’ tight, wet, heat. He bit his lip as Severus wriggled his way down until Remus’ was balls’-deep. “Oh, Merlin! Talk about being grounded and steadied…Love you!” Remus couldn’t help himself and began bouncing up and down on the bed, using the push back to press farther inside of Severus. “So good…so hot…so fucking hot…”
“If I’m so good, then why don’t you fuck me like you mean it, Remus?” Severus draped himself over Remus, rubbing their chests together as he tried to grind his cock into Remus’ stomach.
Remus growled and grabbed Severus’ hips lifting him up to slam him down. The exquisite clenching of Severus’ channel around his cock drove him to keep Severus moving and the twisting of his nipples by those thin, strong fingers gave Remus the energy to surge up over and over until they were both covered with sweat.
Severus leaned up to kiss Remus, capturing his tongue and sucking it into his own mouth until neither one could breathe properly. “Make me scream, werewolf…” Severus gasped.
One heave on the down-slide and Remus had turned them, never leaving Severus’ arse. He pounded into his lover, pushing out curses and pleas until he made Severus scream out, “REMUS!!” and decorate their stomachs. Remus drove in, trying to come out of the same penis, but alas, he could only Severus’ arse with his heated emission which wasn’t a bad thing in the end.
They were tangled together, gasping for air, when Severus reached down and tilted Remus’ face up to look into his eyes. “Legilimency!” he croaked.
Words and pictures flowed into Remus, filling up his mind. Emotions—all Severus’—came as well: trust, love, pride, joy. They helped shape the information, stripping away stigmas and misconceptions. Slowly, the data stopped and all that was left was Severus standing naked within Remus’ mind.
“I wouldn’t have done this if I had no choice. Remus…my heroic, wonderful Gryffindor lover…you’re not the only alchemist here.”
“Finite Incantatem!”
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An hour later, wrapped around each other in the bed, a dinner tray on the small table by the fireplace, Remus rubbed his cheek against Severus’ shoulder. “So we both come from alchemical backgrounds, hey?” he asked softly.
“Yes, we do, dunderhead.” Severus finger-combed Remus’ thick hair as he sighed. “The Prince family is old, Remus. Very, very old. Mother’s great-great-grandfather taught Nicholas Flamel alchemic theory. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Just old thinking and doing of magic.” He continued to play with Remus’ hair, watching the sun gild the silver strands with gold as it fell from his fingers.
“I’m sorry I became so upset. Everything finally hit me full-force.” Remus blinked against Severus’ throat, butterfly kisses and real ones following as he gathered his thoughts. “If it’s true, and Mum wasn’t quite who she said she was, and there are witches and wizards and alchemists after me, I’m very glad you’re with me, Severus.”
“Of course I’m with you!” Severus leaned away to look into Remus’ face, his fingers playing over the raven tattoo behind Remus’ right ear. “You may have a Founder’s blessing on you, but by Merlin, you’ll have me at your side!” He pulled Remus into a bruising kiss that clacked teeth and mashed noses before it was through—it was most satisfying for both of them.
“Now, a short nap and then dinner. You’ve got to take the Wolfsbane afterward and then we make plans.” Severus waved his hand and drew the curtains, shutting out the afternoon sun. “I said I’d let nothing harm you and I meant it, Remus. You are not alone, and damn the man that tries to pry me away.”
Remus sighed into the side of Severus neck and smiled. “My hero…”
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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.
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