Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows: Allaying Fears
Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall) Secondary Pairings: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Remus Lupin/Draco Malfoy 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: 2,303 Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * Glory Hole (anonymous sex); Oral Sex; First time * 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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13 ~ In Which Remus’ Past Favor Brings a Smirk to Malfoy Lips
Minerva looked up and noticed Albus’ portrait frame was empty. It was the sixth time this week! She knew he was carrying tales but was confident he couldn’t help Remus or Severus with the important part of the prophecy. She squirmed as she remembered the warm slide of Remus’ cock in her mouth, her tongue darting out as the rest of her body tightened in response.
A creak outside her door heralded Sinistra’s return. But it wasn’t her fellow Keeper who pushed the door open.
“Hello, Headmistress. So good of you to see me on such short notice.” Draco Malfoy entered the room as if he owned it—and running for his father’s vacant seat on the Board of Governors, he just might!—with his hand held out in a handshake. “Harry told me you were looking into Remus Lupin’s disappearance. When I said I was paying a visit to our alma mater, he begged me to see if you had everything in hand.”
Looking as if she were sucking lemons straight from the tree, McGonagall stiffened in her chair. “I received no such request.” She pursed her lips as Draco dropped into a chair before the desk with remarkable insouciance.
“Secretaries, never knew how they keep so much in order, but once in the bluest of moons they miss something. This must have been one of those times.” Draco crossed his legs and leaned back at his ease, his right eyebrow rising in perfect imitation of Severus Snape. Minerva ground her teeth.
“Well, speak up, young man. I haven’t got all day,” McGonagall bit past barely moving lips.
“I found a reference to an alchemist called Nottinghams in the Malfoy Archives. I was wondering if Hogwarts was willing to revive such a noble ancient art. Harry and I thought it would be a valuable addition to anti-Muggle warding now that their technology is so advanced.” While Draco spoke, he released an already-spoken spell. Only a ripple across the curtains in several portraits denoted its application.
“Yes, yes, it would be interesting. You’ll have to bring it up to the Board of Governors at the next meeting.” Minerva’s nose thinned as she inhaled sharply. “Now, if that’s all?” she asked in a brittle voice.
With fluid grace, Draco stood, his errand done as efficiently as they’d planned it. “Thank you for your time, Headmistress. Harry and I will send a proposal around to the Board—that is, if I’m not on it by then—and a copy to you. I’ll see myself out by way of the Slytherin Dungeons if you don’t mind.” Draco stepped to the side and gave a slight bow.
The door shut behind Malfoy with a sharp snick as the lock caught and McGonagall shut her eyes with a grimace. “Nasty piece of work no matter that dear Harry accepts him,” she muttered to her clasped hands. “Causes trouble wherever he goes.”
Albus slipped back into his portrait frame with a twinkling smile and a nod to Phineas Nigellus Black. The two former Headmasters leaned back in their chairs to wait for the spell’s results.
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Draco almost skipped down the staircase with glee. It had been fun infiltrating the enemy’s stronghold once more. He chuckled as he stepped over one of the squeaking stairs and then stood on the landing and stared out the leaded glass window, remembering…
Late in the war, when he’d been given to Fenrir Greyback as a hostage of his parents’ home and finances, Remus Lupin had been part of Greyback’s pack, feeding information from Snape to the Order of the Phoenix. Draco had been rethinking the Malfoy position and open to conversations with Lupin—even those first ones conducted through a wall.
One night, shaken by Greyback’s attentions—sniffing his neck, snapping his teeth near Draco’s ear—Draco had begged Lupin to set wards on his room. Lupin had conjured a peep hole so he could see the room and then his wand poked out and wiggled as strong wards flared around Draco. Lupin talked Draco down to a low simmer of fear and then left him for the night. The peep hole was still there, a reminder that someone besides Snape cared about his soul.
Draco stared at that hole for an hour before his imagination began showing what other things could be done with it. Looking out through it, Draco saw nothing but darkness; he smelled only the musty smell of the cellar on the other side of the wall.
Digging through his satchel, Draco found a small tub of lotion, slippery enough to ease his way through that tempting hole. His cock throbbed—the idea of getting off with a wall was more than enough for his teenaged hormones to send his blood rushing in. He undid the placket of his trousers with shaking hands and slicked up his prick and the hole, keeping the lotion close as he wanked himself stiffer.
Thinking he should just do it, get off, and get some sleep, Draco pushed his cock past the rough edges of the hole. The stone was cool as he stepped closer and pushed his throbbing member through. The wall was thinner than he’d thought and his glans was on the other side, in the cellar air. Draco groaned pulled back carefully, the feeling of his cockhead rubbing at the hole’s edges almost driving out his disgust of Greyback.
Over and over, push-rub-pull, Draco went into the hole. Then, there was something warm and wet on the other side. Draco stilled, his cock all the way through, as someone’s lips and tongue warmed his cockhead. The rasp of a broad tongue and then its pointed tip as it poked into his slit made Draco whimper and try to press farther.
Teeth scraped just under his glans as that magic tongue pushed into his foreskin. Draco stilled at the pressure, his balls tightening. He muttered pleas and threats as that mouth, those lips, all of it sucked at him, at his fears.
It was when a gentle finger stroked under and into the hole, pressing on the thick vein on his cock that Draco exploded. The mysterious pleasure-giver drank every drop, wringing everything from Draco: his weakness, his fear, his uncertainty. Lapping licks eased the last of his orgasmic shocks and he drew back with a quavering sigh.
Draco slid down the wall and whispered, “Thank you for that…Lupin.”
Remus’ chuckle was tired but still a bright sound. “You’re welcome, Draco. If you need anything else…?” The question lingered in the airspace between them.
Just as the faint rustle of Lupin standing up carried through the hole, Draco spoke. “Can you fill me with courage, Lupin? Fuck the fear out of me?” The faint sounds stopped.
“I’ll be right over.”
The door opened with a creak scant minutes afterward. Remus stood silhouetted against the light of the hallway and then the door was closed and warded once more. “Are you certain, Draco? You are a young man. A former student of mine…”
“I’m a hostage in a war that I know I’m on the wrong side of, Lupin. I’m young, I’m scared, and I just want one moment where there’s no fear.” Draco’s trousers were still open and with the quickness of a wolf, Remus’ hand was on his cock, the touch just as warm and comforting as his mouth had been. “I want something warm tonight…” Draco sighed as Lupin leaned forward to kiss his forehead and slide his hand down to fondle Draco’s bollocks.
“So silky soft…” Remus sighed against Draco’s temple. He moved his mouth closer to Malfoy’s ear and whispered, “Will you be as silky soft inside when you ride my prick, Draco?” Draco wrapped his arms around Remus and held on as Lupin unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his thin body to calloused fingers.
With each inch of Draco exposed, Remus’ breathing grew more labored. His hands shook as he smoothed the teenager’s shirt and robe from his shoulders, his palms molding over unscarred, young skin for the first time in years. He kept going, slicking the pants and trousers from Draco’s legs. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to Draco’s hipbones as he removed his socks and shoes…and then Draco was naked with a dressed werewolf.
“Will it hurt?” Draco asked in a small voice. Remus’ divestment had given him time to think, to wonder. “I’ve never been fucked before.”
Remus surged back to his feet. “If you say the word, this will be the end. You’re first time should be with a young man or woman of your choosing, not a worn-out werewolf you once reviled.” Draco reached out and wrapped his arms around Lupin, pressing close.
“You…you protected me for so long. I…I trust you.” Draco reached up and pulled Remus down for a kiss. Lupin took control and Draco felt his blood pooling lower, his cock twitching with interest again. When they broke apart, Draco began tugging at Remus’ clothes, pushing and pulling and removing until he felt the curly hair on Lupin’s chest and his heavy cock pressing against his. “So good…” he sighed as Remus picked him up and carried him to the bed, lycanthropic eyesight making the dark room no obstacle.
Remus spent his time tasting the dewy freshness of Draco’s skin, the responsiveness of his body as Draco’s nipples were suckled and pinched, and the weight of Draco’s bollocks as he rolled them in his mouth. When Remus touched Draco’s entrance with a lotion-covered fingertip, they both stilled.
“I’m going to open you up, Draco. You’ll feel full, but then I’ll remove my fingers and replace them with my cock. I want you to relax.” Remus pushed into the knuckle and felt Draco’s arsehole tighten and then slowly loosen around his finger. He bent his head forward and licked Draco’s prick, adding a finger as he took more of it down his throat. When there were three fingers pushing in and out of Draco’s arse, Remus hummed and Draco arced up, pushing his prick further down Remus’ throat.
As Draco shuddered so close to the edge once more, Remus pulled back, threw Draco’s legs over his arms and then rubbed his lubed cock against the loosened hole. As Draco leaned up on his elbows, Remus fell forward, his momentum pushing him pas the tight band of muscle and driving everything dark and scary out of Draco mind and body.
“So good, Draco, silky soft just like I imagined…” Remus moved slowly, tenderly guiding Draco higher and higher until Draco wrapped his legs around his hips and opened his eyes. “Are you ready, Draco? Touch yourself for me.” Remus sped up his strokes, his back bowing as he pushed Draco up the bed. Draco felt like lightning was fizzing under his skin with each stroke. “Now I’m going to hit your prostate…” Remus hit it unerringly and Draco yowled as the lightning bolts zinged through his veins.
At the sound, Remus began pounding into Draco’s arse, both of them moaning as sweat covered them. Draco stroked his cock, trying to keep time with Remus’ punishing motion but he couldn’t so he put his arms over his head to keep from hitting the headboard and let Remus ride him hard. Glancing blows to Draco’s prostate finally drove him to his second orgasm; the clenching muscles of his arse stole Remus’ breath and milked the heated emission from him.
Lupin collapsed to the side, keeping one arm over Draco as he felt the come dribble from his arse. The warmth—of Remus’ body, his come, the tender taking of his virginity—filled him up, shored up his belief that some of the Light were worth knowing, perhaps even worth fighting for. Draco turned over and put his head on Remus’ shoulder.
“Thank you, Remus. Thank you for this.”
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“Draco, are you visiting too?” Luna Lovegood-Longbottom put her hand on Draco’s arm, startling him from his good memories. “Oh, it’s so lovely to see you here.” As she pulled her hand back, Draco saw that her wool bracelet now had ‘DA ~ DA ~ DA’ on it. “Will you walk me to the gates?”
“Why, Mrs. Longbottom, I would be delighted.” Draco cocked his elbow out and pulled Luna’s arm through and they tripped down the stairs together. “Oh, Harry and I were talking about alchemy. What do you think of reviving Alchemy as a subject?”
They spent a pleasant quarter of an hour moving from the castle to the Hogwarts gates. Luna hugged Draco and whispered a few words as she stepped back. With a silent count, they Apparated away at the same time. Both of them had known they were being watched, but Draco hadn’t realized just how serious the problem was until he saw the initials of Dumbledore’s Army on her bracelet. He’d have to tell Harry when he got home: Remus Lupin had become the center of a maelstrom.
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Remus watched Severus shrink his botanical treasures into manageable packets and then hide them in his Bottomless Pocket. “You’ll be smelling of heather for days, lover.” He laid back on the blanket that had been there when they Port-keyed in, the buzz of bees lulling him into a light doze as Severus finished up.
“Wake up, Lupin!” Severus nudged Remus’ knew with his foot. “I’ve checked over the Port-key. It’s set to take us away in thirty minutes.” Kneeling smoothly, Severus pressed his hand to Remus’ chest, fingers skittering between the buttons to rub over his breastbone. “I want a kiss!” he demanded with a smile. Remus obliged and they spent their time pushing each other to the edge until the Port-key pulled them away.
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