Rosy (real_life_rosy) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-26 22:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: real_life_rosy, kink: biting, kink: rough sex, remus/severus |
LMoM: Tried and True, 26
Title: Tried and True
Author: Rosy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus and Sevy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Kink(s): rough sex. very, very rough sex. Against a wall.
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Summary: In every genre, there are cliches. That includes pornography.
Notes: Really, I just wanted to do something fun and silly. :D Plus I thought, "Hey... wouldn't it be funny if someone wrote a smut fic like in Stranger Than Fiction where one of the characters hears the narrator?"
Word Count: 1,021
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Severus Snape did not like what he saw.
"This is simply cruel, you know. I don't see how this could possibly be cliché."
The meeting had been going on for an hour now. Albus had been outlining plans for gaining more information regarding The Dark Lord's movements. The problem was the ever-increasing reality of Voldemort's influence in the Ministry growing stronger. Kingsley and Tonks were reporting more and more that Aurors were being sent out on wild goose hunts. That despite Fudge actually seeing the Dark Lord, he was trying to keep things quiet. Severus had already given his report to Dumbledore, that the Dark Lord was already staring to recruit Dark Creatures to his side.
"Yes, we get the point. Things Are Dire."
But for Severus, Remus Lupin was in a far more distressing situation.
The werewolf, normally thin from poverty, was nearing an alarming state of gauntness. The dark circles under his eyes spoke of sleepless nights, his pale skin and lank hair increasing the rather hopeless state. His eyes were dull, and though he went through the mime of paying attention, of contributing, it was very clear that his mind was elsewhere. He was listless, faded.
And Severus wouldn't stand for it.
He waited until the meeting was over, melding into the shadows while the others moved away. He saw Remus gently rebuff Albus' attempts to draw him into discussion, instead drifting towards the library. Severus waited, and then stalked behind him silently. He waited for the opportune moment, waited until Remus was in the library, leaning his head against one shelf.
"It was his own fault, you know."
Remus looked up, blinking. "...what?"
"Black," Severus said, crossing his arms over his chest. "It was his own fault." His face was cold, impassive. He made it so, watching Remus' eyebrow tick. His lips twitch slightly. He had to gauge this very carefully.
Remus blinked. "...how can you say that?"
Severus snorted, tipping his head to the side. "He was a reckless fool," he drawled. "He couldn't do what he was told. He had to play the hero."
Remus' hands curled and uncurled into fists. "...don't..."
Severus sneered. "He could have done as he was told. He could have stayed here. But no. He went tearing off on some harebrained plan to be the hero."
"Stop..." Remus growled. His face twitched, lips curling back to bare his sharp teeth. "Stop it, Severus..."
"He died," Severus hissed, "because he couldn't be bothered to use what little brains he had."
Remus moved fast, growling and pinning Severus to the wall. One strong hand was wrapped around Severus' throat, his eyes somewhat mad. They were both breathing heavily, staring at each other...
...and then Severus tipped his head to the side, baring his throat to Remus.
The Wolf flared in Remus' eyes, and with a low growl and closed his mouth on Severus' throat and bit. Severus hissed, pain firing his skin as blood welled up beneath Remus' tongue. Remus growled, his body canting against Severus'. Severus gasped, feeling the heated, angry spike of Remus' arousal. He rocked back, hearing Remus growl before slamming his hips against Severus'.
Remus left Severus' throat, kissing him angrily, hungry. The hot, coppery taste of blood flavored their kiss. It turned into a ravishing, a devouring. It was angry and heated and fierce, and Severus moaned, taking it. Reveling in it. He raked his nails down Remus' shoulders, and Remus threw his head back, snarling again. He glared at Severus, eyes flashing dangerously. "Severus..."
"I want it," he purred, grinding against Remus like a cat in heat. He leaned forward and caught Remus' earlobe between his teeth. He worried it expertly, feeling the heat and rage dancing in Remus' body. "I can take it..." he whispered, sucking. A thought had their clothes vanished, his body prepared to sheathe Remus. Remus groaned at the sweet slide of skin against skin, setting his hips closer.
Severus nipped his earlobe hard, and Remus growled. He hefted Severus expertly, and with one sweet thrust was buried inside of Severus' body. With a low moan, Severus wrapped his long legs around Remus' waist, clinging to him. "Yessss..." he hissed. "Give it to me..."
Remus became pure, feral, frenzied energy. He thrust hard and fast, grunting and growling with each sharp jerk of his hips. Severus could only rock against it, feeling his cock rubbing between their bellies. He nipped and scratched at Remus with his skin, goading him into harder and faster and more.
His orgasm was an explosion that bordered closely on pain, his body jerking with the force of it. Remus thrust into him again and again and again, roaring out his own release. They were locked together in the sweet, painful euphoria of it, before they began to spiral down into silence.
The strength went from Remus' body, and they slid together to the floor. The werewolf's body shuddered and jerked, his breath coming in painful gasps. Severus wrapped his arms around Remus, holding him, stroking his back. "Shhh..."
The sobs started a moment later, flowing as if a damn had burst. Remus clung to him, and in half a second Severus had a werewolf shaking in his lap. Severus pet him and rocked him, making soft crooning sounds to soothe him. He held Remus tightly, letting him cry himself out. When Remus became still, his breath coming in little hiccups, Severus brushed a kiss to his forehead.
"Did you mean it?" Remus whispered.
Severus snorted, brushing a lock of hair back from Remus' face. "The only ones responsible for Black's death are that mad bitch and the rotting corpse she calls a master." He pet and soothed his lover. "I just couldn't stand to see you pining for him. It's different from mourning... and it was killing you."
Remus nestled closer. "We're all that's left now..." he murmured. And Severus couldn't deny it. He simply pet Remus, offering him the only solace he could.
"How will it end?" Remus whispered.
"I don't know," Severus answered. "But I hope... I hope it turns out well in the end."