Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows: A’Wales-ing We Go
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: 1,551 Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * Coitus Intrafermoris: penetration between legs; Oral 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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10 ~ When Floo-ing Leads to Surprises, Information and Good Seats
Dawn barely broke when Remus awoke to Severus’ mouth on his cock, swallowing his morning wood to the root. He sleepily flexed his hips, content to let Severus set the pace as that sharp tongue circled around him and delved into his slit. It took only minutes to become fully erect. It felt so good: Remus let the scratch of Severus’ stubble and the slick slide of his broad tongue as it curled around and over his glans lull him into a cloud of sensation.
Severus glanced up and smirked around Remus’ cock. As the sun rose, he slipped a finger between Remus’ buttocks, skirting that dark rosy entrance and slowly driving Remus mad. A deep, strong swallow and the sudden press of a long finger incited Remus to orgasm and he pulsed down Severus’ throat with a wavering moan.
Remus tugged Severus up, his cock still spilling out pearls as they kissed, sharing his taste between them. Severus twisted so that Remus lay over him, trapping his cock between those scarred legs as he wrapped his long legs around Remus’ hips. Slick with slippery warmth, Remus pressed his legs together tightly and let Severus ride him.
“Yes…yes…” Severus hissed as the pressure and the heat surrounded him. He loved the drag of the scars and the stray hairs between Remus’ strong thighs. “Hold me…tighter…tighter!” Severus begged. He flexed his own thighs to help Remus tighten around his pistoning cock.
They rocked back and forth, wrapped around each other. Remus used his preternatural strength to give Severus what he wanted, rubbing his thighs together at random moments so he could see Severus bite his lip, keeping his moans behind his teeth until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Tighter…tight…nuh…ung!…” Severus thrust wildly as he was held by Remus’ thighs and arms, safe. He came apart in a flurry of thrusts and groans wrenched out of him. “Yes…yesyesyesyes!” he cried as his cock exploded between Remus’ thighs, pulsing in time with his racing heartbeat.
Draped over Remus’ body, sweat-drenched and boneless, Severus pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to Remus’ shoulders. “Thank you,” he whispered as Remus stroked his back from neck to bum, over and over.
“You are mine, Severus. My body is yours. It’s my pleasure to give you yours.” Remus sighed at the warmth of Severus’ body over his. “Let’s rest for an hour and then we’ll start our adventure, all right?” Remus grinned as he felt the huffs of air against his throat; Severus had fallen asleep even as he spoke. “Love you…”
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Two hours later, Remus and Severus were finishing their breakfast when Aberforth sent another owl past their wards.
Snape,
There’s someone creeping ‘round my place. The fireplace is set to open to the Floo Network at ten o’clock. There’s Floo Powder in the Chinese pot on the sideboard.
You’ll want to go to Llywernog Mine in Cardiganshire. You’ll find the piece of the puzzle there. At least that ghost brother of mine says so.
Ab.
Severus shared a glance with Remus. “I’ve got your last dose of Wolfsbane here.” He rolled a vial across the table toward Remus.
Remus flicked the top off and gulped the distasteful potion down with a reflexive grimace. “Never tastes any better love, but it’s still a gift I cherish,” he said after following it with a strong cup of sweet tea. He threw his napkin on the table, crossed his utensils over the plate, and leaned forward on his elbows. “You packing or am I?”
A dark wand flipped up in the air and their belongings flew into his bag. Severus smirked as one of Remus’ stockings twined around Severus’ sock. “Even the unmentionables love to be together.”
Remus laughed and nodded. “They’d better. We go together.”
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Standing in the mouth of the mine, Severus and Remus were buffeted by the air as it was changing from into to out of. The miners nodded as they past them; Bluebell Flames flared into life on their caps and in their lanterns as they entered the adit.
“There’s a lot of silver here, Severus.” Remus shivered as silver and lead dust wafted up from the dark hole. He flinched as he brushed his hand over the gateway, fingers coming away with dust, hives starting right away on his fingertips.
“Come away, Lupin.” Severus dragged Remus away from the mine entrance and off to the side, toward a pristine building. There was a sign over the door: Llywernog Mine, Archaic Argentum et Plumbum. “Hmm, full of themselves, aren’t they? Mixing Welsh, English and Latin in a vain attempt at respectability.” He stood looking up at the sign with a sneer.
“Severus…I don’t feel so good.” Remus held himself stiffly, a faint sheen of sweat on his cheeks. “Too much silver…” he groaned.
“Damn it, man, get in there so I can get the damned dust off of you and we can get answers and get out of here quickly!” Severus pointed up the stairs and then whisked Remus up those same stairs and through the door. They surprised the man behind the only desk in the building.
“By all that is holy, it would have to be Percy Weasley!”
The redheaded man behind the desk almost fell out of his seat as the door swung into the wall and wobbled back to close behind Severus and Remus. His thin face had a pinched look on it as he popped up and sputtered at the intrusion.
“Wha…?! Mr. Snape? Mr. Lupin? How the hell did you find…? I mean, what may I do for you gentlemen?” Percy straightened the papers on his desk, his shoulders hunched as he waited for them to answer. They could hear one of his feet tapping against the desk leg.
“No need to be nervous, Mr. Weasley. We are not here for you.” Severus spoke over his shoulder as he cast healing spells and Repelling Charms on Remus and his clothes. Once he was satisfied that Remus’ color was coming back, Severus settled him on a wooden bench lining the wall and turned back to Percy Weasley.
“We are seeking information about Athena Nottinghams Principe. She was bitten by a werewolf while visiting this mine in the reign of George III.” Percy nodded and Severus continued. “Her family had a long affinity with metalwork.”
Percy stiffened his spine, opened his mouth, and then took a long look at Severus’ sharp features. He moved to a filing cabinet in the corner and mumbled several spells; a long and dusty cabinet rolled open and several thick files filled with aged vellum floated out to land on Weasley’s desk. “That’s all we have here. This is the old office, for daily interaction with the miners and their needs. The main offices are in Cardiff and a secluded location in Yorkshire.”
“Thank you, Mr. Weasley.” Severus copied the files, including those items that were bespelled to be invisible and then shrank the files to fit into a hidden pocket of his robes. “Mr. Lupin and I were never here, Mr. Weasley. We will be leaving shortly after Mr. Lupin regains his breath.”
Percy bit his lip and nodded. “Yes, yes, that’s…good. There’s a room, hidden by the mine map. Mr. Lupin can revive in privacy…sir.” He was sweating as Severus stared at him, the faint brush of Legilimency touching his mind but not invading it. “Please, come this way.” He swept the mine map aside and they saw a cheery room with a small fire before two overstuffed chairs.
“Come, Remus, let us leave Mr. Weasley to his work. Thank you, Mr. Weasley.”
Percy gave a slight smile and a nod. “We have a Floo connection that opens between two and three o’clock. There’s Floo Powder in a commemorative tin. And, sir, if you see my mother…” Percy handed over a small stack of letters bound with twine. “I want her to know…I wasn’t all bad.”
Remus stood up and took the letters before Severus could do anything. “We’ll make certain they get to her.” Remus gave a stern look and wagged his finger at Percy. “I’ll expect you to call on her in two weeks.” Percy nodded and then left, letting the mine map fall over the entrance.
“Will wonders never cease?” Remus muttered as he settled into one of the chairs with a sigh. “Percy Weasley…silver mines that are still producing…information that may shed some light on what’s going on…and my own hero to protect me through it all. Severus, I will say this again: thank you for being at my side.”
Severus took the other chair and then conjured them hassocks to rest their feet upon. “We’re going to Speyside. It will throw off the Seekers for a while.” Severus turned his head and smirked. “And the distillery that blends my Uisge Beatha is there, too. No harm in a short visit, eh?” His smirk widened into a grin as Remus gave a tired laugh.
“First, we’ll go to the Forest of Dean. There’s a glade there that always smells of apple blossoms. Moony will enjoy it.”
Remus let his head fall back and closed his eyes. “You’re a good man, Severus Snape. I’m glad you’re on my side.”
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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.