Air Unzbuzzler (alwaysasnapefan) wrote in red_day_love, @ 2008-06-30 16:47:00 |
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Remus thought about his list a lot that week, keeping it in his pocket and worrying it in his hands when he had nothing else to do. James caught him at it once and swiped it from him, eyeing it.
"Oh, it's a who-I'd-do, isn't it?"
He raised an eyebrow at James. "A who-I'd-do?" He reached for it to get it back, but James pulled away for a moment, still reading.
"These are all ugly. God, have a little faith in yourself, Remus." He handed the list back.
Remus pocketed it quickly. "I like them," he said simply.
"Why am I not on there?" James said with a bit of a pout. "Or, even at least Sirius."
"I'm sorry, I'm just not attracted to you, James," said Remus with a laugh.
"Pride . . . wounded. Can't . . . go on!" said James, staggering about, clutching at his chest. Remus just grinned and rolled his eyes. "But, really," said James, "Maybe you should be setting your sights higher. Lily should at least be on the list. With this cast, you might as well add Snape and Bertha Jorkins!"
He jerked back in disgust. "Bertha Jorkins? But she's so . . . ." James made a retching motion. "Pretty much," said Remus with a nod.
"But you didn't say no to Snape."
"Because you shocked me with the only person more unappealing!" he said.
"Naw, you probably get hard for Snape, don't you, Remus? You like the dark ones, and he's really academic. I don't mind, as long as you don't really try for him."
"Why, what would you do?"
"Disown you."
Remus rolled his eyes again.
"No, but I mean, really. Snape? Like him?"
"I wrote this list sitting right next to him," he said quietly. "I didn't even consider it."
"But if you'd written it next to me?"
"Maybe." He flushed a little. "Don't tell Sirius."
"I gotta show him the list, though. His pride deserves a wounding too." He held out his hand for the list. Remus handed it over with a sigh.
Odd that it should take James to make him realize that Snape was another not-quite-beautiful-but-still-somehow-at
Snape approached him the next time they saw each other. With a very presumptuous air, too. But Remus couldn't bring himself to mind. He had a few rolls in his hand. "Let's go feed the squid," he said with a nod to him. Remus found himself following him.
"I saw you out here once. You were going to jump, weren't you?" he said, watching the squid take a bit of roll.
"I liked the idea," he admitted. "But if I was going to jump, I would have. If I were to kill myself, there are better ways to go. Ways that prove a point."
"Yes?"
"Yes. Like turning a picture of Lily into a reflective surface and using the Avada Kedavra on it so it rebounds and hits me. Like electrocuting myself in the bathtub at home. Like cutting someone's name into my wrist."
Remus looked ill.
"Like walking into the Whomping Willow on the night of a full moon."
Now he really was sick. "No!" he gasped. "No, no, you don't mean that!"
He turned to him. "Of course I mean that. It proves a point, doesn't it?"
"I'd be a murderer!"
"Most werewolves are." He shrugged. "How would you like to die?"
"Alone in my bed. Or maybe in a battle against the forces of evil."
"There is no good and evil. Only power and those brave enough to use it. Of course, you wouldn't be, as you're—"
"A coward, yes." The were silent for a moment before Remus spoke. "Are we friends now, Snape?"
"Have you been sniffing too many inkwells?"
"I guess so," said Remus quietly.
Snape thought for a moment. "You know, I suppose we're no longer enemies, at the very least. You don't write lists like that with your enemy unless you're going to make fun of them."
"You kind of made fun of mine."
"You know I'm relentless at it with people I don't appreciate at all. I wasn't relentless with you. I actually think it's pretty okay that, aside from Lucius and Lily, everyone you had on your list was less-than beautiful."
"In a traditional sense anyway," said Remus, shrugging. "Was your curiosity satisfied?"
"Not really." There was more silence.
"What else could you possibly want to know?" Remus asked. When Snape moved forward as if to cup his face and kiss him, he backed up and fell into the lake. By the time he got out, soaking and sputtering, Snape was nowhere to be seen.
"So . . . Snape tried to kiss me," he told Lily when she was in his dorm helping him study for potions. She was reading to him and roaming around the room absently.
She dropped the book she'd been reading aloud to him, dropping it on her bare foot with a yelp before picking it back up. "He's gay? And likes you?"
"Well, he did say we were no longer enemies. And we made a list of people we'd get in bed with. We weren't on each other's though, of course. It didn't seem proper." His cheeks flushed a little bit. He hoped James hadn't showed the list to Lily.
"Well, just stay away from him. He's bad news," she said.
"But do you think I should have kissed him back?"
"What did you do, reject him?"
"No, I backed up into the lake." He shrugged.
"Smooth," she said with a laugh.
Remus couldn't help but watch Snape from afar for the next few weeks. He didn't seem as happy with the Slytherins as he'd been with Lily in the times they had been friends. It made Remus feel very guilty. It was sort of James and Sirius's fault Lily had broken the friendship.
When Snape was walking past him, ignoring him like usual, he reached out and grasped his arm.
"Don't touch me," he sneered.
"I don't think that's what you want at all."
They stared at each other for a few moments before Snape pressed him against the wall to the corridor, snogging him intensely. Remus rather enjoyed it. Snape broke the kiss to pant against his lips, still holding him.
"Fuck off," Snape said. "Leave me alone."
"You're the one pinning me, Severus," he said, and then, presumably about the use of his first name, Snape groaned and leaned in for another, shorter kiss. His kissing was sloppy and droolly, but Remus really could care less. It was passionate, something Snape wasn't very often.
"Let's go to the Room of Requirement," he murmured against Snape's lips.
"The what?" he panted back.
"You'll see," he said, and he dragged Snape up toward the entrance, thinking We need a place to make out . . . We need a place to make out . . . . And then it appeared and he pushed Snape inside.
Inside was a cozy fireplace and a soft-looking couch. Remus sat down upon it, gazing up at Snape with his blue eyes. Snape looked around for a bit before Remus finally grasped his hand and pulled him down to the couch.
Remus leaned in to initiate the kiss this time, and Snape let him. Remus's kisses were slow and precise. He moaned into Snape's mouth, holding his body against him. "This is nice," he murmured.
Snape nuzzled at his neck for a moment before biting and sucking at a single spot, bringing Remus all the way to hardness with a cry. He shivered as Snape licked the mark.
"I'm about to become a Death Eater," Snape murmured against his neck. "I'm not very nice. I don't really do the dating thing."
"You aren't one yet?" Remus murmured back, pushing him back a little so he could pull up Snape's sleeve. The skin of the arm was blank. He sighed in relief. "There's still time to fix you, then."
"Fix me?" he raised an eyebrow.
"You've been broken since I met you," he explained.
"Maybe I was born that way," he challenged.
Remus shook his head. "People aren't born that way." In a bold move, he got up and began slipping out of his robe, and then his boots, leaving him in his socks and his pants.
Snape did him one better, stripping entirely with a look that said, "Say anything about my body, and I leave."
Remus couldn't possibly pay anything but the nicest compliments to Snape's form, however. He settled for just staring at it in awe, especially that hard cock, a rather large one, and Snape swooped in and pushed him down on the couch—which had apparently become a bed while he was staring at Snape.
Snape tore off his socks and tossed them aside before he licked a stripe up each of Remus's thighs. Remus groaned. Snape tugged at the waistband of his pants, and he shifted to let them come off. For a second, as Snape stared at him, he imagined Snape was going to laugh at him and leave him like that, but that wasn't what happened at all.
Snape leaned in and placed a kiss to the head of his cock, licking all along the edge of the foreskin, making Remus moan helplessly. He suckled the peeping, weeping head for a minute before gradually taking in more and more. Remus cried out as his entire length was taken in. He wondered how often Snape had practiced this with Lucius Malfoy's yellow-furred cock. Snape cupped his balls and stroked at them.
"I'm close," Remus murmured, trembling slightly, trying not to rock his hips too much. To his chagrin, Snape stopped and pulled off. He went looking for his wand. "W-what are you doing?" said Remus, terrified when the end of the wand was pointed at his penis. Snape raised an eyebrow at Remus as his wand produced some lube, the substance coating around his erection and even dripping onto his balls and stomach. Snape pointed the wand at his backside in the next moment, and Remus only had a minute to realize what was going to happen before it did.
He arched up, unable to stifle a long, loud moan as Snape engulfed his prick in an entirely different way. Snape paused for a moment to adjust, and then began rocking back and forth, taking the prick in and taking it nearly all the way out. Snape's own prick bobbed in front of him, hard and large and stiff. Maybe he looked like hell most of the time, but Snape looked bloody gorgeous like this. Maybe he was just made for riding pricks.
Remus was very, very close again, watching the way Snape arched and tossed that head of suddenly-not-so-greasy hair and grunted lowly as he rode him. Snape squeezed around him and it sent him over the edge. He rocked his hips, shooting up into Snape, gasping and groaning. Snape rode him a little more before reaching down to stroke at himself a few times with a grace he never usually possessed, coming all over Remus and himself before pulling off and collapsing.
It'd take some time, but Remus would eventually convince Severus not to join the Death Eaters. It was a good goal, at least. He'd at least made him a nicer person who definitely dated.