Title: Weekend in Wiltshire (Part 1) Rating: PG-13 this part Pairing: Remus/Severus Kink(s): slight frottage and kissing Word Count: 1,010
Challenge: LMoM 08
Warnings: None
Summary: A weekend party at Malfoy Manor. Remus and Severus mainly, but Remus and others too. Most parts will be R or NC-17 A/N: many thanks to blpaintchartfor the quick brit pic and beta...all remaining errors are mine due to stubborness or stupidity.
Remus knew he was slightly early as he stood staring at Malfoy Manor; he wished the Apparation coordinates had put him a bit further away. The structure itself was so large he couldn't see the whole thing from his current position. The lush green lawn and creamy ivory stone with old-style leaded windows were truly magnificent. Taking a deep breath he walked towards the ornately beautiful double front doors. He felt the wards buffer him, but they allowed him access. The gleaming brass doorknockers were almost as large is his forearm. He paused for a moment before knocking.
When Remus had received his invitation for the weekend house party he'd been surprised, no, shocked really. A long weekend since Monday was a bank holiday. The Malfoy's house parties were legendary in their decadence. He'd almost declined immediately, not because of the prospect of the great food and free flowing sex, but because he was concerned about the reason he'd been asked. Would people be interested in him just because of the folklore surrounding werewolf sexuality? But his curiosity was piqued and his desire to see the manor won out after researching the property. How many times in his life would he have the opportunity to spend a weekend in a house, which boasted not one, but two drawing rooms and the promise of sex practically guaranteed?
With his knock he was greeted by a house elf. "Master and Mistress are indisposed. They will join yous shortly, sir. Follow me."
Remus followed the house elf to a large room that was possibly a study. There was a large desk at one end, half a dozen floor to ceiling bookcases and a teacart being used as a bar. Only one person occupied the room. Severus Snape. Severus: tall, dark, broody, brilliant Severus. The tiny nervous butterflies that had occupied his belly became a full unkindness of ravens. His senses became more acute; he drank in the scent of Severus from across the room. Severus' inky black hair shimmered in the light as he moved from bookcase to bookcase. Remus shivered at the delicious thought of drawing his hands through the dark silk. Dutifully he wiped the huge grin from his face before he spoke. "Severus."
Severus whipped around. "Lupin. What are you doing here?"
"I was invited. The same as you I imagine."
"I wasn't invited. I was coerced."
"I can't imagine anyone forcing you to do anything."
Severus snorted. "I lost a nonsensical wager with our esteemed host."
Remus chuckled. "That I understand, a matter of honour and all. What was the bet?"
"None of your business."
Remus didn't press. "Another drink for you?"
"I don't imagine you can make it correctly."
"I am of age, Severus. Try me."
Severus handed him a lovely fluted glass. "Absinthe, traditional."
"Illegal isn't it?"
"Of course. And Swiss as well. Why else would Lucius have it?"
Remus carefully poured the spirit, and then placed the slotted spoon over the glass with the sugar cube. His cautious pouring of the cold water produced the correct milky green colour. It was quite lovely, really.
Severus stared at the glass for a minute. "Not bad, Lupin. Not something I would have expected you to familiar with. Quite expensive and most definitely an acquired taste." Severus took a sip.
"Knowledge and practical experience do not necessarily go hand in hand. I've never actually had any. Could you perhaps let me have a taste of yours?"
Severus sighed. "I don't imagine I can contract lycanthropy from sharing a glass, very well." Severus proffered the glass.
"Not exactly what I had in mind." Remus said as he pushed the hand and glass gently aside before he stepped into Severus personal space. His lips lightly brushed Severus', his tongue darting out for a teasing taste.
"Lupin?"
Remus breathed a sigh. "More." He darted in this time for a longer kiss, pressing Severus' lips and trying to nudge them open with his tongue. Severus groaned before parting his lips. Remus grasped the goblet from Severus' nerveless fingers, and then placed it on the makeshift bar. He wrapped an arm around Severus' waist pulling him closer. Their kiss deepened and Severus relaxed against him. Remus' hand moved down from Severus' waist to the base of his spine. Smoothly, Remus adjusted them so he could insinuate a leg in-between Severus'.
The noises they emitted as they continued their kisses were ratcheting up Remus' arousal exponentially. Their exploration of each other's mouths was unhurried, and for Severus part it seemed almost tentative. A flick of Remus' tongue across Severus' palate brought a gasp; a tiny nibble of his lower lip brought groan. Remus twined one hand into the silky curtain of Severus' hair. The kisses became more urgent, deepening and lengthening. He pressed his hips into Severus' and found an answering hardness there. Moving slightly he brushed against their cocks together, again and again. Severus rocked his hips slightly. The response set Remus' blood aflame. He released Severus' mouth to rain kisses along his jaw, nibble his ear and take gentle licks along the prominent Adam's apple. A lingering suck at the juncture of Severus' neck and shoulder drew a moan from him and a frantic rock of his hips. Remus grasped the undulating hips and held them tight, steadying them as he frotted their cocks together.
Suddenly, Severus shoved him away. Severus' breathing was ragged and his eyes were wild. He grabbed his drink and drained it in one gulp. "We…you….I…". He stalked out of the room as quickly as a very aroused man could manage.
Remus sighed. Momentarily he chastised himself for the misstep. Perhaps he would have another chance, Severus had always fascinated him and he had been responsive. There was no perhaps about it, he would make another opportunity. For now, however, he didn't want to meet the Lord and Lady of the Manor sporting a raging hard-on, and he'd heard someone in the next room who had presumably forgotten a silencing charm. He just would go and have a look.