Snapelike (snapelike) wrote in red_day_love, @ 2008-07-06 10:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: snapelike, character: remus, character: severus, pairing: ss/rl, rating: nc-17, type: fic |
Fic: Do it! (Because I Want You To) - SS/RL; NC-17
Title: Do it! (Because I Want You To)
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Rating: NC-17-ish
Warnings: D/s and a little dirty talk.
Word count: 1,325
Notes: Set in the Death Eater Whore universe.
Summary: Breakfast at Hogwarts isn't usually the time and place for revenge...
Do it! (Because I Want You To)
'Open them,' Severus says and lets the tip of his index finger (sharp-nailed and determined) glide over the slightly ragged fabric of Remus' trousers.
Remus doesn't look at him, but he can feel Severus' gaze graze his cheek: eyes that burn and slash and shine. He is not turning his head to let his own fire-golden eyes add to the blazing lust that is forming between them, ignited by nothing than a few words and the brief touch of a finger. He is hard. Severus has only touched him briefly, but it is enough to make him want more. Much more, and in private.
'No,' Remus says quietly. 'Not here.' He knows it will make Severus even more determined that he isn't just playing this game right away. Remus shifts in the chair, hiding his desire by casually taking a bite of the roll on his plate. The delicious taste of fresh, melting butter and warm bread makes him able to distract himself for a moment.
'Should I lick your fingers, maybe?' Severus' voice is low and Remus thinks it sounds as if he is sulking.
He tilts his head, looking at Severus out of the corner of his eye. There is a bit of butter smeared over Remus' left hand. 'You wouldn't dare,' Remus says.
'If you don't do as I tell you, I'll do exactly that,' Severus whispers darkly; his breath leaving a damp whiff of air on Remus' cheek. A reminder of his threat.
'You wouldn't dare,' Remus repeats and turns his head abruptly, this time he doesn't care if anyone is seeing the embers and the electricity that sparkle between them every time their eyes meet.
'Are you calling me a coward?' Severus asks. Every syllable is a challenge. His long-fingered, thin hand scrabbles like a dying spider over the table.
Remus watches it with horror and fascination before he moves his hand away, taking his napkin to wipe off the butter. 'No. I'm not.'
'Do you think it matters?' Severus looks at Remus' fingers. 'That you removed it? Now you can't even blame the butter.'
'You are strangely odd this morning,' Remus says. 'You didn't get enough?' His eyes soften as he smiles at the Headmaster, then reminds him self where they are. 'Think of the children!'
'Preferably not. I'd rather think of you, naked and begging for me to take you inside. To let you fuck me.' Severus returns the smile. It does nothing to make Remus particularly calmer. 'Do it. Open them.'
'Please, Severus? Why? Can't it wait?' Remus feels as if their positions have changed. Usually he is the one who orders Severus to do... whatever Remus wants him to.
'I want to see you squirm, for once. After what you did to me this morning.' Severus' hand disappears under the table and cups the exact part of Remus' body that does not need any cupping, touching, stimulation or attention. 'Open them. Or I'll do it for you.'
Remus gives up. At least, if he does this himself, no one might notice. He slowly moves his fingers under Severus' hand and unbuttons his trousers, keeping his expression neutral as he lets his eyes slide over the assembly. Thank Merlin it is just an ordinary morning, most students are half asleep, or they are busy eating or chatting. Nobody is actually noticing what the Headmaster and his DADA professor are doing. Remus suddenly finds that long tablecloths is the best invention since sliced bread and Wolfsbane. At least no student will be exposed to the sight of Remus' hard, naked cock.
'Good boy,' Severus says as if he were commenting on the weather. 'Wank for me.'
Remus coughs loudly and both students and teachers are looking at him. Yes, tablecloths that cover everything are definitely appreciated! 'Sorry,' he says, croaking. 'A crumb.' Strangely enough, his erection doesn't waver the least.
'Do it,' Severus urges; his voice as smooth and cool as water. 'Wrap your hand around that lovely cock... move it... thumb over the head... until you're wet and hard and hot.'
'Se... verus...' Remus' voice makes a slight turn towards falsetto. 'Please! Don't!'
'I like that you are begging me. Do continue.' Severus leans in and lets his breath ghost over Remus' ear. 'I want you to sit there and not be able to do anything. I want to imagine what you would do if we were alone... how you'd just pull me into bed and fuck me hard... trying to get your cock as deep inside me as possible.' Severus sends Remus a sharp smile, as if they had just been discussing teaching methods without finding any consensus. 'You would make me scream, wouldn't you?'
'Merlin! Yes.' Remus' whisper sounds like a growl. Suddenly it isn't so difficult to move his fingers up and down his own hard length. Remus bites his lip as not to growl loudly, and quite a bitferal . 'It's- Oh!' Severus massages Remus' bollocks, and it gets increasingly harder to look indifferent, as if they are having a conversation; a conversation that is not revolving around how, when and where Headmaster Snape and Professor Lupin are going to do each other next.
'Look at them,' Severus demands. 'What do you think your students would say if they knew how hard and wanton you are? If they could see how close you are to coming?' He twists his hand and pulls Remus' bollocks even harder, something that makes Remus unable to sit still.
'Severus,' he just breathes, managing to look calm and relaxed - something he is definitely not. His lover's long, strong fingers are encasing him so determinedly and Remus can feel his own determination and strength seep away, as if the fingers are taking them from him with every little move. 'I am going to... you better... your hand...' he warns and closes his eyes. God, he hopes no one is watching them this instant.
'Stop,' Severus demands, and even whispering his voice is whiplash sharp. 'Not yet.'
'But...' Remus opens his eyes and look into Severus'. His eyes are both cold and burning at the same time. 'I thought...'
'I changed my mind. Later.' Severus slides a nail up the full length of Remus' cock. 'I think I'd like to let you stay like this for a little... so needy. A little like you did to me... tying me up and leaving me hungry for your touch and your body.' He sends Remus a satisfied smirk. 'You made me beg, and now I want you to do the same. To want and wait,' he whispers hotly, 'for me to fuck you over your desk... when the students have just left the classroom...'
'Severus...' Remus knows he sounds pathetic. 'Can't we... now?'
'No. You may wait for me, trousers down, bent over your desk in your office, at exactly 10.15.'
Remus looks up, puppy-eyed, as he tries to put his cock back into his trousers with one hand. The trousers seem a size or two too small. 'Is it because of the plug you are doing this?' he asks. The thought of the large plug he put into Severus' tight arse just before they went down to get breakfast doesn't make buttoning of the trousers easier.
'Whatever gave you that idea?' Severus says and moves carefully out of his chair before he leans forward and kisses Remus' cheek. You ordered me to wear it all day, and that's what I'm doing. "Do it, because I want you to", you said. You didn't say anything about not trying to get a taste of revenge.' He smirks and leaves Remus at the high table.
Remus sighs, then smiles as he watches his lover walking away, slightly more awkward and stiff than usual. There are barely two hours until 10.15. Enough to plan his revenge.