Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011 Word count [if applicable]: 1,933
Warning: Unbeta'd.
A/N: Mentions of vampires
The Order members sat a the table at Grimmauld Place in stunned silence, all eyes riveted on Severus.
Remus slipped out of his chair and squared his shoulders. "A word please, Severus."
"Not now, Lupin." Severus spat.
"Most certainly now, Severus." Remus' voice now a low growl. "In the library."
Severus shivered and rose from his chair. Remus walked behind him out of the kitchen. When they got to the library, Remus locked and warding the room adding a silencing charm for good measure.
"Lupin, I will not…."
Severus didn’t get any farther before Remus pinned him with his body to a wall. "What, Severus? You will not what? Be a bastard to anyone anymore? That's a lie! You have been the nastiest son-of-a-bitch I've ever seen in the past two weeks, and I am including you in that tally. What the hell is wrong with you?!" Remus felt the body against him quake.
"Leave it, Lupin!" Severus responded harshly.
"No, I will not leave it. We have work to do here, there's a Dark Lord out there! We need you and we all need to work together." Severus' hips rocked against his.
Severus panted and glared, but didn’t say a word; the colour of his face heightened and he rocked harder against Remus.
Remus' anger escalated. "You need to get laid? That's what this is about?!" His eyes rolled. "Are you fucking kidding me? Use your hand like the rest of us, Severus!"
Severus glared at Remus and it became obvious that the Potions Master was straining to control his body, without any luck. Remus locked eyes with him and stared back.
"Spill it!" Remus demanded. "I can stand here all day if I must." He felt Severus' hard prick digging into his thigh.
"Get away from me, Lupin." Severus hissed.
"Not bloody likely. Spill it, Severus." Remus insisted. The heat and hardness on his leg made him wonder if Severus actually would spill here and now. His prick began to take notice.
Severus groaned and looked about wildly.
"It's just you and me. No one is coming to help you. Talk."
Severus sighed. "Move away from me and I will."
A harsh laugh came from Remus. "I may be a Gryffindor and a werewolf, but I was not born yesterday. We can both stay right here."
Severus continued to ground his prick into Remus' thigh, but he did begin talking. "You have heard of the Bludd family?"
Remus nodded. "Vampires. Blodwyn Bludd is famous for singing to his victims."
"He's my cousin. I'm one-fourth vampire."
"Well, that explains a few things." Remus said lightly as he attempted to keep Severus from noticing his own stiff cock.
"Droll. Will you release me now?"
"You haven't stopped humping my leg, so I imagine there is more."
"Lupin.. please."
"We are going to fix this here and now, Severus. You will not be treating anyone else like you just treated Minerva. So go on."
"Lupin.."
"You will end up with rug burn on your prick from your wool or my corduroy trousers it is your choice, of course." Remus nudged.
"There is a ritual that halves or less need to perform every ten years. The first time is at sixteen when one reaches full potency and then every ten years hence. It happens because we cannot turn anyone, or take in new blood so our blood burns but it is in vain." Severus paused.
Remus urged him on with a look.
"Our bodies force us to perform it. If we do not do it on time, instinct overrides the usually niceties and we are unable to think of anything else. It's madness, uncontrollable madness."
"And when you try to ignore it you become a complete and utter bastard." Remus added. "So obviously you have done this before, why haven't you just taken care of it?"
Severus shuddered and rocked faster. "I have not been able to leave the school except for Order meetings and to see the Dark Lord."
Remus' brow wrinkled. "I'm certain there are quite a few Death Eaters who would be more than willing to be included in a dark ritual."
"And I don't trust any of them." Severus whispered.
Remus took a deep breath. "All right so how did you manage the other times?"
"My family arranged the first one, much like any coming of age ritual; the second I paid for myself."
"And you cannot do that again?" Remus questioned quietly.
"As I indicated I have been unable to go anywhere that those services would be available."
"What is required?" Remus' voice was still gentle.
"Semen, blood. The most potent of the bodily fluids."
"Will a man do?"
"That would be my preference." Severus averted his eyes.
"Do we need anything else?"
Severus head snapped up. "Lupin, we cannot."
"I am a man. I have both blood and semen same as do you. What else is required?"
Severus sagged against the wall, even though his hips and prick did not get the message. "We will need to cast a circle."
"Salt then?"
Severus nodded.
"I am going to let your arms down, it would be best if you did not attempt to hex me or leave this room." Remus stated in a low, firm voice and then took a step back and then another.
Severus moved toward the desk and Remus reached the door took the wards off and put them back on as he left. The Order was still seated around the table when he entered the kitchen.
"Everything all right, Remus?" Kingsley asked.
"Yeah." Remus opened the pantry and pulled out a box of salt.
"Are you certain?" Arthur queried quietly.
Remus nodded. "I'm sure." He headed quickly down the hall and re-entered and re-warded the room. "So what happens next?"
"We need to shed our clothes and be purified. A cleansing charm will be good enough. Then we will need to cast the circle and copulate within it."
"Exactly how will that work?" Remus asked.
"The usual way." Severus stated primly.
"And that means? I'm the top, bottom, hanging from a light fixture? What?"
"For our purposes here, you will be the top. We should be facing each other since you will need to use my ejaculate and your blood to trace these runes on my chest." Severus thrust a paper at Remus with three symbols on it.
"All right so the floor or the desk would probably be our best options."
"The desk I think." Severus agreed. He handed Remus a letter opener as well. "Cutting the finger you use to draw the runes should provide enough blood."
"And that's everything?"
"Yes."
Remus reached for the buttons of his shirt. "I believe we should get started."
Severus turned his back and by his movement Remus assumed he was starting on the long row of buttons on his waistcoat. He unbuckled his belt and his trousers simply fell to the floor, he shimmied out of his pants, toed off his shoes and shoved his socks off. The room held a slight chill and he pointed his wand to the fireplace to bring up the fire. He cast a cleansing spell on himself and waited.
His hands dropped to his sides and Severus sighed. A flick of his wand later, all of his clothes were piled neatly on the sofa with his boots underneath. He cast his own cleansing charm and turned to face Remus.
Remus was busy removing everything from the desktop. "The circle?"
"I must draw it. If you will stand there." Severus pointed to a spot near the front of the desk.
Remus took his spot and Severus whispered an incantation and began to pour the salt. He was careful and made certain there was to place for the magic to escape, when he reached the spot where he had begun, he stepped within the circle and closed it. Severus was still very much aroused and Remus' cock and made a comeback as he watched Severus' lithe body walk around the desk, muscles bunching and cock bobbing. He cast a warming charm on the desk.
Severus nodded and sat down on the edge of the hard cherry wood top. "We should begin."
Remus paused. What did Severus want? Should he just lube up?
"You have done this before haven't you?" Severus' voice was still full of snark even though he was naked and hard.
"A charm or my fingers?"
"Charm."
Remus did as he was asked and cast a preparatory spell. Another flick of his wand filled his hand with lube. He grasped Severus' prick and covered the throbbing organ with the slick substance; Severus hip bucked up and his arse came off the desk.
"Don't! You need to be in me and ready to give up your seed or have already done so when I do."
"Sorry, I didn't realise you were so close." Remus soothed.
"I told you it was madness."
Remus conjured more lube and slicked himself. His hand pulled on his prick, making grow larger. The fingers teased the foreskin back and he let one slide back and forth over this slit. With his other hand he fondled his balls and he watched Severus' prick bob and leak against his belly.
"Lupin…" Severus' voice was shaky.
Remus reached up and squeezed the other man's shoulder. "All right." He pulled Severus' legs up and forward and let his cock run along the exposed crease. Severus bucked and shuddered.
"Slow.." Severus gulped. "Been a while."
Remus lined himself up and did and he was told. He entered slowly and moved at a snail's pace even though the tight heat called to him to fuck this man hard and fast. Severus bucked and whimpered and when Remus hit his prostate he cried out.
"Do it, Lupin." His hips arched upward.
Remus touched Severus' thigh and the legs clamped around his waist. He started pumping slowly in and out, his hand reaching for the turgid prick between their bellies.
"Move!" Severus demanded.
Remus increased his pace, both in and out of Severus, and with his hand on the rampant prick. Severus alternately ground against him and thrust his prick hard into Remus' tightly closed fist.
"Faster, faster. Get ready." Severus panted.
Remus picked up the pace in Severus arse, but let his hand loosen. Severus tossed his head back and forth, rock his hips hard upward and chanted 'can't wait' under his breath. Remus moved like a man possessed and when he was certain that he could not wait, he grasped Severus prick as tightly as he could and stroked it with lightening speed.
Severus cried out and Remus let go. They pulsed their orgasms out together, both of them shaking and shuddering. When he'd finished Remus waited a moment until his hand was steady and then picked up the letter opener and cut his finger. The blood welled and he stuck his finger in the puddle of semen on Severus' belly and began to draw the runes. He used as much semen as he could; he was satisfied with this work as he looked at the pink streaked chest. His prick softened and he slipped out of Severus.
"Worked." Severus croaked and then closed his eyes and went limp.
Remus was startled for a moment and immediately checked his pulse and respiration. He wasn't certain if he should be relieved or angry; he chose relieved. Severus had probably been awake for weeks, wanking and trying to work out a solution to his problem. Remus lifted him carefully and laid him on the sofa.