Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows: Moonlight and Arrows
Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall) Secondary Pairings: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Luna Lovegood-Longbottom 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: 2,790 Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * (attempted) Public Sex; Frigging (wanking someone else); Outdoor Sex (sex on the beach); Fisting; Licking; Kissing* 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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11 ~ When a Sip of Uisge Beatha Makes Everything Better
The air in Speyside was as intoxicating as the Uisge Beathe that Severus drank. When Remus took a deep breath, he smelled the thick peat and the sharp air of the Highlands; he often tasted the same when he kissed Severus.
“Ah, that’s better.” Severus took several appreciative sniffs, pointing unerringly in the direction of Knockdhu, the Black Hill, and its distillery. “We’ll eat here.” Severus glanced over at Remus, still pale from his exposure to the silverdust of the Llywernog Mine. “Here,” he plucked a small cut-glass bottle seemingly from midair and pressed it into Remus’ hand, “this will purge any silver remaining in your system.” He turned away, a blush staining his cheekbones.
Remus took it with a tired grin. “You think of everything. No wonder you are so admired.” Severus snorted in response.
“Drink your potion, Lupin. We’ve got to get some food in you before the moon rises. There’s an inn at the foot of Knockdhu that serves a passable rack of lamb and a thick bread that could pass for pudding.” Severus held out his elegant hand. “I’ll Apparate us.” Remus stepped closer, the empty cut-glass bottle disappearing with a showy snap of his fingers and earning a small furl of Severus’ lips. “Come, Lupin, I’ve got you.”
“Yes, you have, and I’m thankful.” Remus wrapped his arms around Severus, his color brightening as the potion did its work.
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Minerva McGonagall sat in the Headmistress’ office of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She and her fellow Keepers of the Sheaf couldn’t find Remus Lupin or Severus Snape. All her skulking about the Hog’s Head had done was aggravate her dust allergy and earn her several scars from dominance battles with those damned goats Aberforth kept.
“Aurora, what have you found out? Do any of your Slytherin contacts know anything?” Minerva scratched at a healing wound on her ear; the goat bite was red and irritated since she didn’t want to visit Poppy Pomfrey and then Obliviate her. “We need to find Remus soon; the full moon is tonight and he’ll be more vulnerable. Rumors have sprung up somehow and now Draco Malfoy has been sniffing around after the Golden Arrows.”
Sinistra leaned back and demurely crossed her legs. “The whelp is no problem. It’s that damned Aberforth and his friends,” she sneered. “Sooner or later, Lupin will find out about Athena Principe and her ties to him and the Golden Arrows. Once he and Snape have that information, they can interpolate it further to the prophecy.”
“We can’t let that happen, Minerva. You still have the Sheaf safe.” Sinistra stood up and smoothed her robes with a steady hand as Minerva stared over her half-moon glasses. “We’ll keep Lupin from loosing that pernicious ancient magic on the Wizarding World.” She nodded and turned to leave. At the doorway, Sinistra spoke over her shoulder. “We won’t ask you to kill him, Minerva. We are not that cruel.” The door closed behind her as McGonagall steepled her fingers and stared at the tips.
“No, we’ll only ask that I stand by and let a young man I admire, and who might just end our world by asking the wrong questions and seeking the wrong information, is put to death,” Minerva whispered.
Looking out from his portrait, Albus bit his tongue. No! I’ll not allow that! He withdrew with a sigh. I need to send help to Remus and Severus. I wonder where she might be now?
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Severus leaned back and watched Remus sucking the marrow from his last lamb’s rib. “You look much better.” He also thought that ‘feral’ could be used to describe his recovered lover.
Under the cover of the long tablecloth, Severus whispered a Banishment spell for one of his boots and the sock of that foot, and then shifted so that he could run the bare foot up Remus’ leg. “So, I’m to be pudding?” Remus said with a grin. He scooted closer and let his legs fall open, his eyes gleaming as the wolf roiled under the surface. “Moony doesn’t mind,” he murmured as nimble toes flexed against the bulge growing under his trews.
“You are feeling better.” Severus smirked as he kneaded the growing, throbbing meat, tangling his toes in the laces of the trews. Remus leaned back, pliant and ready for whatever Severus had planned.
“Uh uh…Professors?” Luna Lovegood-Longbottom wafted over to their table, their former oasis invaded by her quirky smile and bemused intelligence. “Dear Abbie sent me a note saying you might need some help.” She reached over and snatched a slice of the thick, tasty bread from a plate and began smearing butter on it.
Severus pulled his foot back, Remus’ surcoat and tunic tangling around it as he did so. Remus rocked in his chair even as he pushed a small ceramic bowl of currant jelly towards Luna. “How did you find us, Miss Lovegood?” She flashed her ring at him as she chewed. “Missus? Who’s the luck young man?” Luna wriggle her arm to push up her bell-sleeve to reveal a knitted bracelet that had ‘Longbottom’ spelled out in it. “Oh, Neville, good show, Mrs. Longbottom! Very glad to see he’s found someone so special.”
Severus rolled his eyes and kicked Remus’ shin, forgetting he didn’t have a boot on and winced as his toes made contact. He bit his lip and growled out a hello to the strange woman, wondering how she’d followed him from Wales.
“Don’t worry, Professor Snape, I didn’t know you were going to be here but for the fact that Draco mentioned you sometimes liked to get refills here.” She munched the rest of her bread and then dusted her fingers daintily. “I’m here to escort you to Robin Hood’s Bay, North Yorkshire. Harry got permission for Remus to visit tonight.”
Severus shared a shocked look with Remus. “How? How do you always come when you’re most needed? Severus’ voice was shocked, something that Remus had only once before—when he’d convinced Severus he was loved and desired, it had sounded just like that!
“Well, Neville’s off with his Green friends, and I just had to run to Speyside for some of my own Uisge Beatha.” Suddenly, Luna shared a bright smile with Severus and Remus felt better. “Now, let’s visit the distillery. They have a wonderful ghost by the name of Euan who tells the best stories.”
Severus recalled his sockless and bootless state and muttered the recalling spells as they got up from the table. “Oh, I’ve taken care of your meal, sirs. You were always taking such good care of us, it’s awfully nice to return a small part of the favor,” Luna whispered as she led them from the inn dining room. Severus and Remus’ hands touched for the briefest instance and they grinned at each other. With Luna Lovegood…Longbottom, now…on their side, they were assured of winning Remus’ adventure!
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Luna left them at a secluded beach with a Port-key to Robin Hood’s Howl in North Yorkshire. “You can rest here for now. I left a picnic basket for you in that cleft with the bent oak tree. Just before moonrise, the Port-key will activate, before Remus Transforms. It will bring you back here after he turns back. Oh, and don’t worry, the Gnargles will leave you alone tonight. There’s magic afoot!” She kissed them both on the cheek and stepped back to Apparate with nary a pop.
“That was both strange and wonderful,” Severus said in a bemused voice. He reached out blindly and felt Remus’ warm, solid hand curve around his. “She’s never going to be quite of this world, is she?” he asked.
“Neville’s her ground. That’s the only anchor she needs for this world,” Remus replied. He pulled Severus close and nuzzled his nose under Severus’ fine hair, scenting and licking as the wolf grew closer to freedom. “We’ve got two hours before moonrise…shall we finish what Luna interrupted?” Remus licked and kissed Severus’ ears and receiving soft moans in return.
“Let’s! I’ve been teetering on the edge ever since supper. My toes have been tingling even as Mrs. Longbottom explained things…which didn’t illuminate much but did sound intriguing.” Severus ran his fingers down the multitude of jet buttons on his frock coat wandlessly undoing them and shrugging out of both the coat and his robes as Remus pulled the surcoat and tunic over his head.
The cool breeze of the water was tempered by magic and few goosepimples rose as they pressed chest-to-chest, their hearts slowly beating faster as they aligned themselves. Muscles and cocks flexed and warmed as Remus held Severus close and kissed him. The Ravenclaw raven tattoo fluttered behind his right ear, the sensation heightened as Severus gently stroked over it, tugging Remus closer, deeper.
They stood in their own world as the waves crept up the shore, Remus’ hands mapping the smooth curves and planes of Severus’ back. Severus returned the favor, his fingertips touching the tattoo and scratching his favorites of Remus’ scars with his fingernails. When they grew breathless, Remus pushed his hand down Severus’ trousers to wrap around his prick, his own sharpening nails making Severus flinch and roll against Remus.
“That’s it, Severus…” Remus whispered against his throat as he gently scraped his elongated canines against Severus’ Adam’s-apple. Moony moved inside him head and he opened his mouth to press his teeth into the tender skin. Remus felt Severus’ blood pounding under his lips, his own heart racing as he pulled back without breaking the skin…just as he had so many times before. “Trust…you give your trust, Severus…that’s so seductive…so sexy.”
Severus nodded and pushed his hips into Remus’ hand, encouraging him to keep pulling on his cock. “Let me feel your claws, wolf…let me feel the power…” Severus sighed as he felt the long nails gently dragging around his glans and tugging at his foreskin. He loved these times just before the full moon; Remus’ restrained power, his fierce fucking when the time came, it all made Severus’ submission sweeter.
Trapped in Severus’ trousers, Remus’ hand grew warm, the sweat aiding his sliding twists and making Severus whimper and writhe in his arms. The sea air barely cooled them as Remus kissed and fondled away.
Remus leaned up to press his mouth to Severus’ ear, guided by Severus’ fingers stroking over the raven tattoo. “I’m going to make you come in your pants, Severus, like a randy young man…then I’m going to lick you clean and fuck you raw…” Remus’ voice was gravelly, a low growl threading through it as he detailed his plans before moonrise. “I’m going to lay you down on the sand, the only thing between your arsehole and the beach a spell…My tongue will breach you first, my teeth flirting with the dark rosy whorl you hide your heat behind…” Remus’ strokes sped up even constrained by the pants and Severus let himself flow with each up-and-down motion.
A lonely sea gull was the only being besides Remus to hear Severus’ grunts as he reached his climax and a warm stain spread across his placket. Remus smirked, his eyes almost completely amber in the waning light. He made a show of drawing his hand out of Severus’ pants and licking each pearly, sticky drop of eau du Severus Snape from between his fingers and the backs of his knuckles. Severus watched from sated eyes, his face smooth and open. He was boneless as Remus held him with one arm and unclothed him with the freshly-licked one.
The brush of Remus’ spell flowed over Severus’ sensitized skin and then his back was pressed against the rocky sand of the beach. Severus saw the sunset over Remus’ shoulder as he unlaced his trews, pulled off both boots and socks, and then Remus was on his knees in the sand, his mouth and tongue moving over Severus’ groin, licking every dewy inch of his emissions. The abrasion of the sand made him wriggle and thrash under Remus’ ministrations. The burn of his skin over the rocks was absent from his arse; Severus could always count on Remus to protect both of them in their pleasure.
“Claws…I want to feel them…the scrape of them...” Severus begged in a low breath. Severus let his legs widen and rolled his hips so that his rosy entrance was exposed to Remus’ mouth. Still licking, Remus let one hand wander down to tease the winking opening, his sharp nail leaving a thin welt just outside of the ring of tight muscle. Severus hissed at the pain and tried to press closer. “That’s it…harder…harder!”
Remus finished his enjoyable task and threw Severus’ legs over his shoulders. He spoke directly into Severus’ arse, the rumble of the words vibrating through his depleted cock and making it bounce with reawakening desire. “My time, Severus…my rules!” Remus nipped at Severus’ bollocks, his elongated canines catching at the dark, curly hair of his lover’s groin and then pulling his head back. Again Severus writhed and pushed his body at Remus, inviting more pain, more pleasure.
One finger—dry—pressed inside Severus. The nails were harder, stiffer, yet Remus’ touch was still gentle as Severus’ arsehole greedily sucked it in to the first knuckle. Remus mouthed Severus bollocks as he tried to get more inside his rippling channel. The sea gull landed and wandered the beach nearby as Severus begged brokenly for more.
“Give it to me! Take me! Fuck me raw!” he pleaded. Remus shook his head, his thick hair floating over Severus’ skin and soothing him slightly.
Remus thought the lubrication spell and Severus’ arse was filled with a warm, slippery substance…just not the one he wanted. “I dictate terms, wizard!” Remus growled. Moony was closer to the surface now, invading Remus’ waking mind. “My mate is never fucked raw!” His finger pushed into the lube-filled channel and rubbed everywhere but the magic button inside. Severus clenched his muscles, silently inviting more.
The single finger drew back and then Remus pushed three fingers inside Severus, the change in size causing Severus to mewl with pained pleasure. “Yeess…” he hissed as Remus slowly worked another finger inside. More lube was conjured and Remus’ thumb pushed in; Severus’ arse pressed around Remus’ hand as Remus waited for his mate’s body to relax again.
Laying his head on Severus’ hip, Remus licked a broad stripe up Severus’ thigh. “You feel so good, Severus…so tight…so hot…so silky.” Remus nuzzled into the crease where Severus’ torso met his thigh, his musk thick in Remus’ nose. Severus wriggled and drove Remus’ fist higher inside his body, his muscles rippling and stretching as he tried to crawl arse-first up to Remus’ elbow. “So strong, my mate…so willing to be mine in any way…”
“I’m going to open my fist up a bit and turn my hand, Severus…are you ready?” Remus saw Severus nod and let his fingers uncurl slightly. His nails were almost too sharp for this, but they trusted each other and Remus knew both their limits. “Feel that, Severus? Feel how my knuckles rub against that tiny button of pleasure? How the weight of my hand fills you so well?” Remus kept up a running commentary as fist-fucked Severus into another orgasm.
The extra lube he’d conjured allowed Remus to pull his arm out without causing any more pain than he had to. Severus lay on the beach in a sexual torpor, his abused arse open, seeming to beg for Remus’ cock to fill it as well. So, Remus crawled up the beach, his knees sporting small cuts that he ignored as he draped Severus’ legs over his shoulders and drove in with one thrust.
With unerring instinct, Remus hit Severus’ prostate. Undone twice by Remus’ hands, Severus still jumped as his prostate was stroked and hit repeatedly. Remus pounded Severus’ arse as Moony claimed his mate’s body enthusiastically. The spell to protect Severus’ arse was still in place and he only had to concentrate on not flying apart without Remus this time.
“Yeeesss…” Remus moaned past bitten lips. His hips snapped back and forth, the slap of skin almost louder than the sound of the waves hitting the beach. The sunset was darkening as night—and moonrise—approached. “My only one! Mine! Mine!” With one last, powerful thrust, Remus buried himself in Severus’ arse and exploded in light and sound.
Severus came to minutes later, the Port-key in his hand and his clothes and Remus’ bundled between them. “Nice of you to wake up, my Prince,” Remus snarked. Severus turned his head for a fleeting kiss as it activated.
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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.
Rival Claims: Hear the name Robin Hood and the place that comes to mind is Nottingham. But could the legendary figure actually have been a Yorkshireman..?
Places which carry the name Robin Hood Robin Hood's Bay: East Coast of Yorkshire, otherwise known as Baytown. First recorded 1544. Traditionally, Robin left here to harbour at Staithes. Prior to 1544 it was known as Baytown.
Robin Hood's Howl: 1 mile west of Kirby Moorside, Between Pickering and Helmsley, in North Yorkshire. A hole or hollow on the south facing scarp of the North Yorkshire Moors.