Ribbons (bronze_ribbons) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2007-09-18 16:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: bronze_ribbons, kink: genderfuck, kink: object insertion, kink: oral sex, remus/severus |
REPOST FIC: The Collar (RL/SS)
Title: The Collar
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Kink(s): girlbits!Snape and clothing relevant to same, orally and digitally adept!Lupin, misuse of Broadway musicals, wandplay
Words: 7,000-ish
Challenge: Repost. Originally posted April 2006 for LJ:Lupin_Snape's Fantasy Fest.
Summary: When Remus Lupin stops in on Severus Snape, more than the past needs to be addressed.
Notes: rexluscus had begged for a story in which "a spell or potion gives Snape girl bits. Details up to you. Pages and pages of explicit Lupin/girlbits!Snape sex. Again, details up to you. No MPREG, please." Beta'd by the goddess of gingerSnapes and eradication of unnecessary spaces, aunty_marion. The vision of Pilate in a lavender bustier is not original to me, alas -- I saw a production in Ann Arbor years ago featuring a female Pilate, and OMG was she hot. Ahem.
Summary: When Remus Lupin stops in on Severus Snape, more than the past needs to be addressed.
Disclaimer: No malice intended, no profit expected.
"That was the hottest Pontius Pilate I've seen in years," Remus Lupin said, "but I would have cast you as Jesus instead."
Severus Snape halted in mid-swipe and scowled at Lupin's reflection in his dressing-room mirror. "Because you would have enjoyed watching me take the forty lashes instead of ordering them, I'm sure. Are you going to let me finish with my makeup before you arrest me?"
Lupin's reflection frowned at him. "Why would I arrest you? I'm not here on behalf of the Order, and I'd prefer not to be on the wrong side of your wand anyhow."
Snape tossed the used towel into a bin and reached for a clean one. Smearing it with a fresh dollop of cold cream, he muttered, "I have no wands at hand. Literal or figurative."
"What!?" Dammit, Lupin looked sexy even with his jaw halfway to the floor. Especially with his jaw halfway to the floor, actually.
Snape turned to face his unexpected visitor. Without ceremony, he yanked down the elaborate lavender bodice covering his chest; it had been meant to pass as a corset without constricting his actual ability to sing.
Lupin retained his composure, but his eyes narrowed. "Finite incantantem."
When nothing happened, Snape was disappointed in spite of himself. "Do you know, for just a moment I was hoping against hope it would have been different when you said it. And princesses are resurrected every day by princes who happen along."
Lupin croaked, "For the love of Nimue, Severus, how did you end up with... that kind of endowment?"
Snape growled, "I don't know how. If I knew how, I could figure out how to fix it. All I know is that the damned gown didn't give Goldie Pleasam gonads when she played Lady Bracknell, so how was I supposed to know it would --" he gestured helplessly at his breasts. His unquestionably soft and inarguably female breasts.
Lupin looked both appalled and amused. "How would you have known whether it gave Goldie gonads or not?"
"There are no secrets in the Ontario theatre community, Lupin. If there'd been any untoward stretching of her pantyhose, every crew between here and Stratford would have been blabbering about it within thirty minutes."
Lupin leaned against the doorjamb, none too subtly eyeing Snape's groin and watching the other man flush as he did so. Finally, Lupin slowly said, "Have they at least been kind to your face?"
Severus instantly retorted, "Lupin, would anyone ever be kind to a face like this?"
"Oh, for pity's sake," Lupin said. "Why do you think I wanted to see you as Jesus?"
Snape shook his head, bemused. "I have never understood you. Anyone else would have slotted me in as Judas."
Lupin's smile tightened a fraction. "But 'so calm, so cool' fits me so much better, wouldn't you say?"
"You always were more like a woman than the rest of us," Snape jibed. "Plus, last I checked, you were some 'lover's fool.' Nymphadora Tonks's, to be precise."
"To be precise," Remus said, his smile still failing to reach his eyes, "she was the fool. To her credit, it didn't take martyrdom on her part or mine for her to finally realize it. Painful monthly indispositions on both our parts notwithstanding."
Snape opened his mouth -- and then shut it. He really didn't want to know. He really didn't want to care, either. But here was Remus Lupin in his dressing room -- and here he was, having literally just bared his breasts to the man.
Who was not as calm and cool as he was pretending to be. To his credit, however, Lupin merely said, "I take it they have been an inconvenience?"
Snape nodded. "To say the least. Lost my ideal role once word sped around about my new bust size."
"What would that have been? Brutus?"
Snape hurled the towel at him. "Salieri."
"With Harry as Amadeus," Remus stated, easily ducking the wad and letting it fall to the floor.
Snape glared. "You make it sound like a cliché."
Lupin shrugged a little too casually. "I knew Albus's God-complex was going to get us in trouble someday. Especially his penchant for inscrutability."
"Especially his penchant for playing favourites," Snape snarled.
Lupin held his hands up. "No argument here. I struck the board and cried, 'No more; I will abroad.'"
Snape caught his breath, ambushed by the sudden quotation. "Where did you hear that?"
Lupin’s demeanour was still artificially casual. "What, Severus, are you the only half-blood entitled to enjoy classic Muggle poetry?"
"Lupin, cut line. Familiarity with West End hits is one thing. Familiarity with metaphysical poetry, no."
Lupin looked directly at him. "You left your books behind. I spent a fair amount of time with them."
Snape involuntarily flinched. It had been two years. "Better you than a bonfire, I suppose."
"Better than sighing and pining for what could not be," Lupin insisted.
"So why are you here?" Snape demanded. "There is no harvest here for you."
"All blasted, Severus? All wasted?" The faintest glimmer of wickedness appeared in Lupin’s eyes.
Snape started to say, "All, you bloody prick!" – but an almost imperceptible tremor in Lupin’s hands arrested him. He stared at his visitor, suddenly dumbstruck with a possibility he hadn’t allowed himself to contemplate before.
Have I no harvest but a thorn
To let me blood, and not restore
What I have lost with cordial fruit?
Aloud, he said, "but there is fruit, / And thou hast hands."
Watching Lupin closely, he did not miss the wild, terrible hope that suddenly illuminated the man’s face. It was there only for a fraction of a second, and then it was merely Lupin again, so determinedly flippant it made Snape’s teeth hurt.
"Ah, but I am ill-prepared for this, Severus."
"Do you know your contraception spells or not, Lupin?"
Lupin flushed. "I would have thought you would have wanted extra protection."
Snape stepped forward and breathed against Lupin’s ear. "A tree in the path of a tornado… what difference does it make what I catch from you?"
Lupin pulled back. "Are you so far gone that you don’t care at all!?"
Snape smirked, not pleasantly. "Au contraire. I’m not gone enough to recall you sowing any wild oats at all. I’d probably be more at risk doing a tumble with, say, Granger."
He could feel Lupin restrain himself from lunging at Snape, even though they were not yet touching. When the man managed to speak again, the words were rough with pain. "What do you want from me, Severus? Is this your idea of seduction or penance?"
Snape halted. That question sounded honest. "I don’t know if I want you to want me. But it matters to me that you do."
Lupin’s hand trembled as he lifted it up to Snape’s cheek. "I don’t know if you want my kind of wanting. But I do know that I want you."
"Then," Snape began, and drew Lupin’s other hand to his waistband.
Lupin’s hand automatically slipped underneath the cloth, gliding towards Snape’s cunt. Snape breathed in deeply as the unfamiliar fingers tentatively touched him between his legs.
"You’re dry," Lupin said, in an even, non-accusatory tone.
"Not from lack of desire," Snape answered. "Some…" he broke off, hearing the defensive note in his voice in spite of himself.
"It’s okay," Lupin soothed. "I’m not wholly inexperienced, Severus." His fingers continued to flicker lightly between Snape’s legs. "In fact," he murmured, "if you’re willing…"
Snape kept his voice as soft as Lupin’s. "Why does it matter so much to you, whether I’m willing?"
Lupin spoke against Snape’s collarbone, his fingers still playing underneath Snape’s knickers. "Because you have had so little in the way of choice. And because I prefer to be someone's choice."
"You were Nymphadora's," Snape pointed out.
"No," Lupin objected. "To fantasize is not to choose."
"So this is therefore not a fantasy," Snape answered, pressing his hand against the front of Lupin's trousers. "Most reassuring." As Lupin sharply inhaled, Snape lifted his arms to circle Lupin’s shoulders. "I choose you," he said, and sealed his mouth over Lupin’s as he thrust against the elusive fingers.
He could feel Lupin's smile begin to bloom even before they broke apart for air. "Like that, is it," Lupin said – and then he felt his hips and arse being bared to the skin as Lupin stripped away the bodice, knickers, and leggings that had constituted his costume.
The look in Lupin's eyes was wholly appreciative. As he ran a hand along Snape's thigh, he confessed, "If I thought there was anyone you could tell about this, I wouldn’t dare admit I’ve dreamed about this for years."
"You--" Snape swallowed the rest of his sentence as Lupin's mouth closed over a nipple. Oh, God. Lupin's tongue was flicking firmly over the nub, teasing it, bathing it, tugging on it – as his knees buckled, Lupin eased them both to the floor, settling Snape on top of him so that he sat on Lupin's lap, his crotch on top of Lupin’s groin, legs to either side of Lupin’s back.
He cried out as Lupin's teeth tugged more firmly on the nipple. Lupin's fingers slid up to his mouth and he desperately sucked on them as Lupin continued to tease his left breast with a combination of nips, tugs, and caresses. Just as he was beginning to float on the ache – not yet satisfied, but no longer in full command of his senses – Lupin drew his fingers away and swept them over the nipple of Snape’s right breast.
No longer afloat. Now drenched, Snape thought – drenched with desire. That was what it felt like, what those wet fingers were doing to him. And now Lupin was dampening the fingers of his other hand – the hand was splayed across Snape's left breast, and Lupin was licking each finger and licking between each finger at the breast exposed underneath, and alternating between each breast with his teeth and tongue in an irregular, irresistible feasting upon their fullness that was going to bring Snape to climax within moments. He arched against Lupin’s mouth and hands, seeking satiation, seeking oblivion –
And then Lupin wrapped an arm around his lifted arse and thrust a damp finger inside his folds. Snape gasped and bucked at the contact, but Lupin held him firm, rotating the finger against Snape’s vaginal walls before sliding in a second.
"I--" Snape wanted to thrash the man. So, so close. So, so tense. So ready to –-
"No harvest but a thorn, Severus," Lupin whispered, his voice hoarse, his fingers maddeningly steady. "No restoring of cordial fruit."
"Yes, yes, I know," Severus panted. "Take it -- it's yours -- it’s of no use to me!" Before the frown could fully materialize on Lupin’s face, Snape seized him and claimed his mouth once more, writhing against Lupin's hands.
When Severus released him, Lupin breathed, "Mine, then," and brought up his knees such that it forced Severus to drape backwards over them, lifting Severus’s vagina close to Lupin’s face. His fingers still sliding in and out of the slit, Lupin fastened his lips to Snape’s clit, massaging the nub with his tongue in tandem with his thrusting fingers.
"Oh my fucking--" Snape scrabbled wildly for something to scream into, but everything was out of reach – his clothes, the cushions, the chair – he couldn’t even bite Lupin, the way the man had him splayed and exposed on top of him. Helpless, he sank his teeth into his own fist as his body surrendered to Lupin’s ministrations, flailing and bucking against the possessive mouth and fingers.
Good God, he thought, dazed, as Lupin pulled out now-slippery fingers and pulled Snape close, cradling him. To think I used to call him "weak." More than once… He pressed his face into Lupin’s shirt and inhaled, trying to steady himself. But he has been weak, his ruthless internal scorekeeper continued. For he didst wink, and would not see…
As if he could overhear Snape's thoughts, Lupin's arms tightened around him. Snape let himself be enclosed in the embrace. This is not forever. This is not a debt. This is two grown men making the best of a situation that’s now a fraction less intolerable, thanks to sex.
He could feel Lupin's erection against his shoulderblade. He started to reach up to bring Lupin's face down to his, but Lupin’s attention had been caught by his bitten hand.
"Thoughtless," Lupin said. "I am sorry, Severus. Next time I will remember the silencing spells." He drew out his wand from his jacket and healed the marks.
Snape felt annoyed by Lupin's apology – so much so that he automatically snapped, "Yes, with you it’s always the forgetting something vital, isn’t it?"
Lupin stiffened, and Severus froze. For a long, terrible moment he wondered if Lupin was going to shove him out of his lap and flee.
Then Lupin’s shoulders sagged and he reached for Severus's hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to the now-healed knuckles. His voice was almost inaudible as he answered, "I have tried to do better, Severus. I cannot help what is past help."
Severus opened his hand against Lupin's, twining their fingers together. He captured Lupin’s eyes with his own, willing him to see past the "hurt or be hurt" still driving him.
"Take heed, I will abroad," Lupin said, his voice thick.
"We are abroad," Snape whispered, raising himself up to a sitting position. Lupin still did not smile, but Snape fancied he saw the corner of an eye crinkle a fraction more. And when he pressed his lips once more to Lupin's, Lupin neither flinched nor held back.