Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 (erring on the side of caution) Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, past Remus Lupin/Harry Potter Kink(s): First Time Summary: In his quest to help his lover, Severus uncovers something he never knew about Remus. He will use the information to their advantage and make Harry Potter pay! Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 2,612 Warnings: Emotional Severus Snape; war-time Harry Potter A/N: It all started out light-hearted enough, but, plot and a storyline are encroaching on my smut! Past-Harry is of adult age.
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Watching one’s lover as they were held in magical sleep was not high on Severus Snape’s list of priorities. Fucking the lycanthrope in the bed, twining around him in a sinuous dance of sexual ecstasy and the physical manifestation of their hard-won love…those were his top priorities. He stood looking down at Remus Lupin’s comatose face and the misshapen jaws that skewed his beloved face into something approaching the grotesque. Crossing his arms, Severus considered climbing on board Remus’ body once more, to take his pleasure and some measure of comfort, but he steeled himself and stepped away. He had to prostrate himself before the great and wonderful Harry Potter in order to save his werewolf’s life!
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When he tracked Potter back to The Burrow, deep in the bosom of the Weasley family, he was stunned at how much he still despised the boy. Man he might be in the term of years, but a more grating, irritating being Severus had never met in all his days. Harry’s green eyes—no longer haunting reminders of Lily—were shining in delight at something Ginny was whispering in his ear. Ronald and Hermione Weasley were both cooing over the bump in her abdomen and even George—the single Twin—was holding someone…a blond someone Severus knew very well.
Molly Weasley had opened the door with a smile on her face just a whit shy of wide as she pulled Severus into the ramshackle home. “What brings you to our humble abode, Severus?” She looked behind him, searching for Remus, to no avail. “Where’s Remus? I have some lovely chocolate molds that I found in the spare attic that he’d love.” Her eyes were sharp and saw the flash of pain flit across Snape’s face. “Come with me to the kitchen, Severus. A nice cuppa and some orange scones will help.” She led the way past the younger generations, admonished them all that Severus was her guest and as such would be protected.
Settled in the kitchen—warding, warning and silencing spells cast by Molly herself—Severus folded his potion-stained fingers around a chipped but still serviceable mug of sweet tea. Molly waited patiently for him to begin. Like her boys, she knew the words would tumble out when they were ready.
Looking down at the table, his fingers a stark contrast to the to the porcelain white of his mug, Severus ordered his thoughts. He took a deep breath through his nose and began talking, addressing himself to the tabletop. “Remus…” He began again after he licked his dry lips. “Lupin is in the Hogwarts infirmary. His transformation was…derailed…for lack of a better word.” Snape spared a glance at the only mother of his acquaintance as he spoke. “His body is not completely human. Something went wrong. I need…” He closed his eyes, praying he wouldn’t scream as he continued. “I need Potter’s help, his magic, to complete the transformation and cleanse the offending magics from Lupin’s blood.” Severus took a sip of his cooled tea, wincing at the amount of sugar in it, but knowing it would help.
“I’ve raised seven children, Severus. Buried two far before their times.” Molly’s strength fair rolled off of her as she reached for Severus’ hands. Her fingers were lightly calloused, but oh-so-strong as they covered his. “Do you know how he came in contact with the other magic? What instance could draw such magic into Remus?” She stared at the wizard long and hard before she spoke again. “Did you look into his mind and see what he’d been doing when he was away from you?”
The mug hit the table with a thud as Severus stood up abruptly. “Are you accusing Remus of cuckholding me?” he growled. The chair flew over as he wrenched his robes from around it; the clatter was muffled by Molly’s spells, but Severus turned as it skidded to a stop by the cupboard. Ramrod-stiff, the Potions master wrapped his arms around his shivering body. “He loves me. I love him. Soppy and sentimental, but true. Something happened whilst he was transformed, someone’s magic pulled and warped Lupin’s. There was no…” his lips twisted as if he were sucking on a particularly sour lemon drop, “…adultery. Lupin is as constant as the sun.”
Swishing her wand to right the chair and draw it back to the table, Molly Weasley thought about the complex man before her. If Remus could love him—heart and soul—who was she to deny Severus her help? “Well, what do you want me to do? My magic is strong, the Prewetts have scads of spells in our family books, and the Weasleys are no slouches when it comes to casting spells of power, but we cannot twist other’s magics permanently.” Molly stepped closer and put her hand in the middle of Severus’ stiff back, to rub soothing circles as he slowly relaxed.
“Tell me how to beg Potter for help without losing my self-respect, Mrs. Weasley.”
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The Extendable Ears were pulled back, barely creating a ripple in Molly’s spells. Harry sat against the wall, stunned by what he’d heard. Remus was in trouble and Snape thought he had to beg him for help! He leaned his head against the wall with a soft thump, snagging his hair on loose nail. Harry wriggled his way across the floor until he wasn’t caught anymore and tried to think through everything he’d heard.
Seeing Snape always made him angry, but Ginny and Hermione had been helping work through it. Hell, even Malfoy had given him some insight into the snarky bastard. The green eyes hid behind fluttering eyelids as Harry tried to picture Snape on his knees, metaphorical hat in hand, as he begged for Remus Lupin’s life…he couldn’t make the git do it; Remus was his last tie to his parents and Sirius, and it wouldn’t be the Gryffindor-thing to do anyway.
Harry thought about Remus. The older wizard had always had a vulnerable strength about him; he’d been a mass of contradictions that puzzled Harry when he was younger and a source of steadiness that had often been missing during the war. He even remembered the one time Remus—not in a relationship with Snape, thank Merlin!—had helped him with his burdens….
The werewolves were torn between following Fenrir Greyback and sitting out the war. Fear was driving most the thinking and Remus was running back and forth from the Order to the werewolf clans with plans, schemes and some outright dreams. Months had passed since Harry had seen Remus, let alone spoken to him. Tired and grimy after crawling through ancient sewer pipes from Edinburgh to London and back again, Harry wouldn’t have noticed Remus except the other wizard caught him as Harry fainted.
Coming to in a soft bed that definitely wasn’t his, Harry had been confused but uncaring. He felt the heat of someone else under the covers with him, but he’d ignored it for the feel of soft cotton sheets and the welcome weight of a feather duvet. When the arm—hairier than expected, more muscular too—curled over his ribs, the young Savior-to-be had stiffened, thus alerting his bed-partner.
“Shh, Harry. Nothing meant by it. I’ll just take my arm away and turn over, all right?” The male voice—Remus’—rumbled through Harry’s back and set off tiny alarm bells of impending sexual interest. Young and inexperienced though he was, Harry knew his own curiosity; he wanted to feel those alarm bells again!
Letting his eyelids drift shut, Harry snuggled his—very naked—buttocks against Remus and felt the silken hardness of the lycanthrope’s stiffening cock. He scooted backwards and tried to trap Remus’ cock between the globes of his arse, clenching his muscles in desperation. “Hey…hey…Harry…” Lupin whispered, pulled the younger wizard flush against his body and stilling the frantic movements.
“Harry…do you want something from me? I would be willing to oblige if you do.” Harry’s breathing had turned harsh as he tried to wriggle against the werewolf’s body and feel the slide of that hard rod again. Remus flexed his hips and Harry almost cried at the sensation of skin against skin. “I can make us both happy, Harry…we can help each other…”
“Please…I’m so tired of being in charge…” Harry begged. He struggled to turn over, to press his own leaking cock against Remus’, to feel something other than hunted and overwhelmed. The older wizard helped him turn over until their fronts were pressed together, cocks sliding back and forth against each other as droplets of pre-come eased the motion. Remus let that go on for several minutes as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to Harry’s cheeks and temples. Pulling back, he stilled himself and then Harry’s hips, gripping hard enough to leave fingertip-shaped bruises.
“We have time, Harry.” Lupin’s voice was rough with need; it had been ages since he’d held another person that wouldn’t try to kill him in his sleep. “You have to tell me what you like…I…I like to give my lover’s what pleases them before I take my pleasure…you understand?” Harry’s eyes had glazed over at the sound of need within the older man’s voice.
“Nuh…umm…never…” Harry’s stuttering response petered away into silence as Remus pushed his head onto his chest, cuddling Potter close. Harry spoke directly to a stiff nubbin of flesh, brushing his lips over it again and again. “Never had time…wanted to be safe…so lonely…need so much…” He was almost in tears at the thought that Remus would stop touching him, end their unexpected tryst before it even started.
Remus must have felt his terror—or smelled his fear—Harry didn’t know, but the lycanthrope had growled low in his throat and crushed the younger male to his chest. Harry gasped but smiled as his lips closed around the stiffened nipple between his lips. He sucked and bit lightly at the flesh as he waited for Remus’ vocal response.
“…a virgin…oh, Merlin…he’s a virgin…” The mumbles fell on Harry’s ears and stopped him cold. When Remus tugged his head up, pulling at the unruly dark hair, Harry knew something had changed…he just didn’t know what. “Harry…do you know what you’re offering? What you’ll never have to give away again?” Remus’ eyes were tinged with werewolf gold, the iris a dark tunnel that caught Harry in mid-flight.
“Will you…would you make love to me, Remus?” Harry whispered. He watched those magnificent eyes widen, the amber pushing away the hazel to leave a ring of gold and blue around the pupil. “I don’t want to…” He hung his head and muttered, “Don’t want to die a virgin.” The lycanthrope put his hand under Harry’s chin and raised it so he could give his young lover a proper snog.
“Well…” Remus laughed. “If this weren’t a war, I’d have to say ‘no’, but there is, so the point is moot.” His face changed, the humor giving way to something deeper. “You know you’re giving me your virginity, don’t you, Harry?” Remus leaned close to breathe his next words into the young man’s ear. “I want to plunder you, open you up and fill you with warmth. Do you want me to do that?”
Harry’s wordless cry was the all the answer the older wizard needed. He yanked Harry up and over his body, letting the youth sit on his cock, balls rubbing along it as they kissed and sucked and tasted each other. Harry writhed above Remus, closer to him in that instant than he’d ever been in his life; the surge of climax ambushed him and Harry spurted a creamy necklace of pearls over the lycanthrope’s stomach and chest until he collapsed over the still-hard cock that was rubbing between his arse-cheeks.
Remus reached under the mattress to pull out a small pot of lubricant—something smelling of roses and chocolate—and smeared it on his fingers. He held up the coated fingers so Harry could see them. “I’m going to turn us over and prepare you for my cock. My fingers will touch your anus, stretching the muscles so that I’ll fit inside you.” He flipped them over and began doing as he’d said. When he had two fingers inside Harry’s tight channel, Remus began telling Harry what else he had in store for him. “I’m going to touch your prostate and you’ll most likely see stars when I do.”
Harry yowled and bucked as the starburst came. He clenched around Remus’ fingers, probably hard enough to break a normal man’s digits, but the lycanthrope merely grunted and pushed and pulled past the tight muscles. He added a third finger and hit Harry’s prostate on every third plunge. Both males were sweating, slick skin sliding against flushed skin with each ripple of movement. Remus was holding back, Harry felt it with each plunge, but his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and he didn’t care.
Gasping for air, the lycanthrope fought not to hurt the youth in his arms. “I’m going to…oh, gods, Harry, so tight!…spread your legs some more…so warm…look at me, Harry…don’t look away…Merlin! You’re sucking me in!” Remus threw his head back and took Harry with one slow plunge until he was seated balls-deep in throbbing heat. Harry’s dark hair was even darker with sweat and his pupils had shrunk to pinpoints as Remus entered him. Both of them hung suspended between stillness and motion, then Harry rolled his hips and Remus began fucking him in earnest.
There were no words, no sounds but grunts and moans strung together between the two of them. Harry had given himself over to Remus, absolutely trusting that he’d survive the driving force of the man’s hips. Harry’s eyelids had fluttered closed but the stars Remus was exploding behind them never stopped coming; every thrust brought new galaxies of sensation rolling over his nerves. There was no concept of time as Remus pounding into the heat between Harry’s legs, no point of reference other than Lupin’s cock and Harry’s arse.
A strong thrust had Harry arching into a bow of flesh as Remus screwed into him and came. As the lycanthrope howled out his release, he grabbed his lover’s cock and pulled, curling his palm over the swollen head and then sliding down to start all over again. Harry came with a screaming crescendo of sound and ropes of pearly come. They both collapsed, fighting for breath as their bodies cooled.
An hour later, Harry had woken to find himself nestled into Remus’ side, warm and safe against the man’s shoulder. He smiled at the bit of drool on the lycanthrope’s shoulder and kissed it off. Still smiling, he’d lain back down and fallen asleep. His body had been sore, but the brief oasis of peace that Remus had given Harry would be one of the memories that would lend him strength when he’d need it most.
Harry found himself on his feet and wandlessly breaking Molly’s spells. He marched up to Snape, surprised that he was tall enough to look the other wizard in the eye now. “Sir…Whatever Remus needs, I’ll do it.”
Harry and Molly watched Severus Snape fall into a dead faint. Sharing a look, they silently promised to never tell a soul about it. Harry Levitated Snape up the stairs to his room and left him to awaken on his own. He and Molly talked about how to help Remus and waited for Severus.