katekintail (katekintail) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2011-05-18 00:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | #art, #lmom 2011, artist: katekintail, author: katekintail, kink: voyeurism, remus/severus |
LMOM 2011: Day 18
I'm exhausted tonight. Can barely keep my eyes open. I apologize if this makes NO sense and is full of mistakes.
Title: Prove It (a part 3 of sorts)
Author/Artist: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Snape
Kink(s): Voyeurism (sort of)
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011
Disclaimer: This work is not endorsed by JKR, the WB, Scholastic, the LEGO Group, or anyone else, for that matter. It's just for fun and no money is being made.
“Severus, do you have a moment?” Remus invited himself into the office and held out a bar of chocolate. “I brought a peace offering.”
It seemed that Severus Snape had been organizing his potions bottles, as most were out of the bookshelves and piled on the floor. Snape glared at the bar as though it meant him harm. “It’s weeks until the full moon. You’re not here for your potion.”
“That’s right,” Remus agreed, setting the chocolate down on the table. “You’re smart, Severus. I always said you were—”
Snape turned his glare upon Remus. The corner of his mouth twitched into a sneer. “Oh, I’m sure you and your friends talked about me all the time back in the day, back when you lot thought it amusing to let me go off chasing werewolves.”
“Just one werewolf,” Remus corrected him. “And it wasn’t like that at all. I had no—”
“And now you’re here to torment me even when it isn’t your time of the month. What is it the wolf inside you calls out for now? In what other ways do you plan to humiliate me?”
Remus looked astonished. He stood, speechless. The way Snape did not speak to him after each time had been disturbing, to be sure. But he hadn’t realized it was this much of a misunderstanding. He didn’t realize that Snape detested him. “You hate me.” The words were soft and couched in sadness. All he’d wanted was a discussion, and maybe a kiss or two. Maybe even the touch of hand against fabric or chest. Maybe just some rubbing, body against body. Instead, Remus turned to leave.
Snape’s response was quick, and just as quiet. “I hate who you once were.”
Remus turned back. He couldn’t blame Snape for that. “I’m not that person any more.”
“I couldn’t be sure of that. I couldn’t… for all I knew, you were helping that traitor, Black, and using sex to distract me from seeing the truth.”
The idea was some part sickening and some part ridiculous. Remus gave a laugh and leaned against the table. He saw Snape make a move for his wand.
Before Remus could get his wand up, Snape had already relieved him of it with a disarming spell. “You Defense Against the Dark arts professors are so easy. I thought Dumbledore mad when he hired you. And then, each time you came for your potion… you had your way with me.”
Remus shivered, feeling helpless all of a sudden. Panic swept through him, taking hold. Snape could do anything to him now. His heart raced and his body longed for some kind of connection to this man, though it seemed a distant possibility now. “Severus…”
“At first I thought it was the wolf inside you, combined with the potion making you feel aroused in my presence.” He shrugged and looked away, his tense posture fading, melting into the rarest of things for Snape: vulnerability. “Why else would you of all people want—”
This time, it was Remus’ turn to cut Snape off. He threw himself at the man, kissing as he had wanted to do all along. And touching, as he had thought he might do. And stroking and rubbing. But most of all he held Snape close, feeling the man’s warm body against his.
Snape responded with impossibly reassuring purrs. He set both wands aside, knocking over half the neatly arranged bottles on the table in the process, and unclipped his cloak. “I want you,” Remus murmured, throwing off his own cloak and suit jacket. “I want you right here in your office. I want you so bad I can’t stand it. I want—”
“I want you to shut up and kiss me again.” Snape’s eyes were fiery. “Prove you mean what you say. Prove you…”
“Prove I care about you for you and not some quick lay? Prove my loyalty to you?” Remus ran his hand down Snape’s front and teased the front of his trousers open. Out sprung an incredibly eager cock. Snape was just as excited to see him as he was to see Snape, it seemed. “I’ll do more than prove it.” He lay down on a nest made of cloaks, thrilled beyond measure as Snape lay down on top of him.
So caught up the moment, neither man noticed the skinny gray rat perched on the Potion’s Master’s table.