red_day_dawning (red_day_dawning) wrote in snape_obsessed, @ 2008-01-16 21:30:00 |
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Title: Oh Bugger
Author: red_day_dawning
Characters/Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Word count: ~3,700
Rating: NC-17
Warning/s: slash sex – anal, oral; dub-con
Disclaimer: JKR owns all – I make no money with this, & mean no harm.
Author’s notes: written for the Trading Places Challenge at lupin_snape, for Fanlay’s beautiful art Oh Bugger NWS, which can be seen here - http://pics.livejournal.com/fanlay/pic/0
Skillfully beta-read and brit-picked by persevero - I am very grateful for your time, energy & talent, persevero.
All mistakes are my own!
TRADING PLACES: Oh Bugger NC-17
Bitter, burning anger propelled him through the corridors. Stopping at the dungeon door to knock, he took deep breaths, trying to regain calm self-control. He valued control: it had been wrested from him all too often.
“Why, Severus? Why did you feel the need to tell all the Slytherins I was a werewolf? Just tell me why?”
The potions master continued measuring out ingredients without looking at the werewolf, unhurried and unflustered.
Lupin surged forward, grabbing his arm, “Why?”
Snape said nothing, just looked at him steadily with dark, fathomless eyes.
Lupin inhaled deeply: he felt as though the air had been sucked out of his lungs. Fighting for calm and control, he slightly loosened his grip, and repeated: “Why, Severus? I thought we were finally becoming friends.”
Snape jerked his arm free. “Get your paws off me.” He turned back to his potions materials.
Firmly grabbing his arm again, Lupin said “No, Severus. Not until you give me some sort of explanation. I thought we were finally becoming friends. I even thought… well, that doesn’t matter. But I do want to know why you did this.”
“You’re an uncontrollable werewolf in a school of children. Isn’t that sufficient reason?” snapped Snape, trying to pull his arm free.
Lupin ran his hand over his face wearily. He sighed, “I could so easily have hurt someone. I’m so glad I didn’t injure or kill anyone. It probably is best that I go.” Then he raised his head to look directly at the potions master. “But that’s not the full answer is it, Severus? Tell me why you felt you had to be so spiteful.”
“Let me go!”
“No,” said Lupin steadily, looking into the face so close to his own; Snape’s eyes were wild as he frantically tried to pull free. Suddenly Lupin leaned closer still, breathing in deeply. Without warning, he spun Snape round and trapped him against the dungeon wall. Pressing his body into him, he said “Tell me.”
“No,” whispered Severus.
“Tell me,” repeated Lupin, shaking him gently to punctuate the point.
Snape wriggled to get free, and then, recognizing he was trapped, he whispered, “I hate you, Lupin. Isn’t that reason enough?” Raising his voice, he snarled, “I hate you, and the way you always fawn over Black, forgiving him anything. I hate you, for always siding with him. Now go.”
Lupin sighed, leaning his head against the potions master’s back. “I don’t side with him against you. Do you know how long it took before I forgave him for tricking you into going to the Shrieking Shack? We still weren’t fully comfortable with each other when… he got sent to Azkaban. Perhaps that’s why I believed he was guilty: I don’t know.” Lifting his head, he snuffled at the back of Snape’s neck, “And you don’t hate me, Severus. It’s not hate that I’m smelling here.” Inhaling deeply, and pressing his lower body more firmly against the other man, he said, softly chuckling, “Oh no, this is not the scent of hate. This is desire. You want me, maybe almost as much as I want you.”
Trying to wrench himself free, Snape squirmed and writhed. “I don’t care what you can smell, you filthy beast, I don’t want you. I’ve never wanted you.”
“Oh yeah?” Lupin asked huskily, rubbing himself against the other man.
“Let me go,” shrieked Snape, “You’re a filthy beast”.
“Maybe I am,” growled Lupin. “And maybe a filthy beast is just what you want,” he said hoarsely, pulling up Snape’s robes with one hand, using the other to reach around to the waistband of his trousers, and ripping open the fastenings. Wrenching the trousers down, he slid his hand next to the wall, and grasping Severus, he said, “Oh yes, you’re so hard for me already.” Using his free hand to tear his own trousers open, he slid his erect cock up and down the cleft in the other man’s buttocks.
A knock on the dungeon door startled them both. They heard Dumbledore’s voice call, “Remus, the carriage to take you to the station is here.”
Abruptly releasing the potions master, Lupin stepped back, hastily re-fastening his trousers. Shaking his head, his voice rough and raw with emotion, he said, “Oh, gods, Severus. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
He reached forward to help the other man with his clothes, and then drew his hand back. “Please forgive me, Severus. I really don’t know what came over me.”
Looking at the other man, who remained silent, still leaning against the wall, his forehead pressed to the stones, he said, his voice hoarse and cracking, “Now, you have another reason to hate me. Oh gods, I’m sorry,” and turned and fled.
Hearing the door slam shut behind the werewolf, Snape moved away from the wall and began re-fastening his clothing, slowly, as though he were in a daze. Walking carefully, like someone wounded, he left the room and went to his own bedroom, where he lay on his bed, curled up in a protective ball. He remained there, silent and unmoving, for the rest of the day.
~*~
There was a joy in developing potions, Snape thought: a delight that came from understanding the nature and qualities of each ingredient selected; an electric joy in intuitively understanding how the ingredients would act, interact and alchemize when combined. Cursing the interruption, Snape muttered quietly to himself as he heard the knock on the dungeon door. “Wait a minute,” he called, lowering the heat beneath a cauldron and carefully setting an alembic to one side.
Still muttering foul imprecations under his breath, Snape stalked over to the door and flung it open. Grimacing in distaste he glared at Lupin, and then he snarled, “Well, come in, I don’t have all day. I assume you’re here for the Order. And if you’re not, you can get out now,” he snarled.
Stalking back to the table where potions ingredients, alembics, vials, knives and chopping boards were scattered in an orderly confusion, Snape selected some dark purple roots, and began slicing them finely.
“Well, get on with it, werewolf. I don’t want to endure your company for a minute longer than necessary.”
“Hello, Severus,” said Lupin evenly. “I’m sorry to disturb you when you’re busy.” Politely pausing long enough to see whether Snape was going to add anything to the snort he interjected, Lupin continued, “I am indeed here on Order business. Shacklebolt sent me here to pick up some papers you have for him. But I can wait till it’s convenient for you, Severus. I don’t want to interrupt in the middle of something,” he added, leaning himself comfortably against the adjacent table.
“It would be convenient never to have to see you,” sneered the potions master. “It would be convenient if you died, like your doggy friend.”
“That’s enough,” shouted Lupin, “Don’t even mention his name!”
“Oh, pardon me, mustn’t upset the poor dumb animal mourning his mate. Werewolves mate for life, don’t they, Lupin?” jeered Snape.
“Enough,” repeated Lupin grabbing Snape forcefully and pushing him back against the work-table. “We will not be discussing Sirius,” Lupin said in a tone of voice that permitted no opposition.
Momentarily silenced, Snape gazed at Lupin, his eyes glittering with restrained inner fire, his lips slightly parted.
Propelled by some impulse he did not understand, Lupin surprised himself by leaning closer and forcefully pressing his mouth against the potions master’s lips. Electricity ran in live currents up and down his spine as their lips connected, mouths open to each other, their tongues starting to touch and tease.
Shocked, Lupin pulled away; recalling another incident with Snape in these same rooms he sternly clamped down his rising desire. Hoarsely he stammered, “Severus, I’m…”
“Oh now, let me guess,” snarled Snape, straightening himself to stand tall, looking down with unmistakable contemptuous disdain, “Now you’re going to apologize and run away. Well, fuck off, Lupin, and don’t ever come near me again. Fuck off and go and mourn your dead dog. Well, what are you waiting for? Get out!” shouted Snape, his voice rising in pitch and volume as he shrieked.
“Severus...” Lupin started to say, and then wordless, he simply leaned forward, and kissed him, placing one hand behind his head.
This time Severus melted into his touch, their lips exciting each other, their tongues sliding against each other. Buried excitement rose up in Lupin, and the wolf howled inside him. Grabbing Severus, he swiftly spun around, braced him against the work-table, and pulled and tugged his robes off. Glass vials and jars crashed against other; one toppled over, spilling its contents across the table. Severus muttered “Oh bugger.”
Remus tore off the potions master’s trousers and pants: Severus was naked, facing away from him, leaning on his hands, his arse pointing invitingly towards the werewolf. Hastily, Remus unfastened his own trousers and yanked them down, muttering lubrication charms as he roughly prepared Severus for penetration.
“Go on, do it, do it now,” muttered Severus. Remus slid himself into the other man’s hole, so enveloping and overwhelming, gripping and warm around him. Trembling to slow himself down, to delay the orgasm he felt building so quickly, Remus slowly eased himself in and out, sliding his hard cock back into the tightness.
Pushing against him, Severus groaned “Go on, fuck me, fuck me hard,” and with these words Lupin lost control. Thrusting helplessly, first shallow and then hard and deep, he growled as the pleasure built, deeper and harder, propelled into orgasm as he felt the other man tightening around him. Remus bit down, hard, on his bare neck and shoulder, filling his mouth with the taste of him as he came inside him, rocking and thrusting, and Severus moaned his own pleasure as he spurted onto the table top, creamy white semen mingling with the spilled potions.
Remus leaned his head against the other man’s back, and pressed his face against his sweaty skin. “I always thought you might kill me, Severus; I just never realized it would be with brilliant sex,” Remus said huskily, as his softening cock slipped free.
Severus did not reply; he still faced away from him, silent and unmoving. In sudden alarm, Remus said “Severus, are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” moving slightly so that he could see the other’s face.
“Oh shut up, Lupin. Don’t spoil it now, with your blathering and babbling,” Severus snapped, as Remus anxiously met the other’s gaze. Remus studied his face intently, unable to read the other man’s expression: Severus’s face was momentarily softened with some unfamiliar emotion.
Remus hesitated, then he simply nodded, handing the potions master his hastily removed clothing. “Here, get dressed. These dungeons are freezing” he said.
“Well, they are dungeons after all, and dungeons aren’t renowned for their warm cosiness,” Severus smirked, pulling his clothes back on.
~*~
Wearily approaching the dungeon, Remus puzzled over the mysterious nature of Severus. Did the man actually want Remus to overpower him, he wondered. He never actually fought him off, once Remus was touching him. Briefly considering whether he had assaulted the man, Remus rejected that thought. This was Severus Snape, a man who would never stop fighting: hissing, spitting and hexing, he would be defiant to the last. Indomitable.
Although he had enjoyed sex with Severus, much more than he previously could have imagined, Remus didn’t want to act until he felt the feeling might be reciprocal. He wished there was some way to be certain: he wished he knew what Severus wanted, but the man was unlikely to become less contradictory simply because Lupin craved certainty. And in his current state of exhaustion, puzzling out the enigma of Severus Snape might be even more challenging than usual.
Remus leaned against the door, briefly trying to gather strength, before knocking. He wished he could have visited when he was feeling less tired, but Dumbledore wanted this information about werewolf numbers and movements immediately, and had instructed Remus to deliver them to Severus without delay. And truth to tell, Remus would have leaped at the chance to visit the potions master regardless – he was increasingly aware that he was becoming obsessed with the man.
Severus opened the door, impatient as always with interruptions. Seeing Lupin at his door, Severus opened his mouth to cast the usual aspersions and then abruptly silenced himself, alarmed at the condition of the other man. Lupin looked ready to collapse on the spot; he seemed to be holding himself upright through willpower alone.
“Come in, before you expire on the spot. The last thing I need is a werewolf corpse rotting at my door,” he grumbled.
“Thank you, Severus.”
“Sit down, sit down,” Severus snapped, gesturing towards the armchair closest to the fire.
Gratefully Remus sank into the comfortable chair and watched with amazement as Severus bustled around, first bringing him a cup of freshly brewed tea, and then preparing a tray of potion vials.
Sitting down on an ottoman directly in front of him, Severus asked, “What lamentable act of foolishness has brought on this state, Lupin? Did you overdose on Wolfsbane this month?”
“No, no,” answered Remus, bemused. “Just haven’t slept or eaten in quite some time, and there’ve been… some struggles for dominance and so on,” he said as he handed the other man the papers the Order so desperately required.
“Well, first of all, I’ll order some food for you. Something light like soup, I think. Then while we’re waiting for the elves to bring that, I’ll run a bath. You stink, wolf!”
Halting Snape with his hand on his arm, Remus said “Please don’t think I’m not grateful, but why are you being so nice to me, Severus? I keep expecting to dodge some hex when the other shoe drops. What’s going on, Severus.”
“I’m not being nice,” Severus snapped indignantly. “As you, quite clearly, are incapable of ensuring your own survival, I’m stepping in. As if I don’t already have enough to do, I now have to nursemaid a werewolf too foolish to look after himself,” he grumbled, moving away to communicate with the house-elves and then prepare a bath.
Remus roused from his almost-sleep when Severus grumbled “Come on, foolish wolf. Get up. Or do I have to carry you to the bath?”
Remus stood slowly. “It’s not that bad, Severus. I can walk.” He followed him to the bathroom where he saw a large oval tub steaming as it filled, fragrant with the essences of lavender and lime.
Remus slowly began to peel off his filthy and sodden clothes. It will be such a relief to be clean, he thought. Naked, he sank gratefully into the warm bath, belatedly aware of the other man’s presence only when he leaned over to turn off the taps.
“Honestly, Severus, you don’t need to hover. I’m not going to drown.”
Severus sniffed, “I’m not doing this for your benefit, you know, Lupin. I can just imagine the outcries, accusations and recriminations if I let everyone’s favorite pet werewolf drown. I’d never hear the end of it.”
“Well, as long as you’re not doing for my benefit…” Remus smirked.
Reaching out for a jug, Severus filled it with warm water, saying “Here, tilt your head back, so I can wet your hair without splashing your face,” gently pouring the warm water over Remus’s scalp as he complied. He then proceeded to lather his scalp with a lemon-scented shampoo, massaging gently. Remus slid deeper into the tub, melting, dissolving in the water with these ministrations.
“There,” said Severus with satisfaction, rinsing the shampoo away. “Wash yourself while I summon some towels.”
Almost in a trance with the combination of weariness, his relaxation and Severus’s bossiness, Remus complied. He stood up, as Severus passed him a large fluffy towel, placing more towels on the cabinet beneath the sink.
“I’ve brought you my dressing gown”.
“Thank you” replied Remus, now clean, warm and dry, gratefully accepting the soft green velvet robes.
A tureen of chicken and vegetable soup awaited him near the fire. Serving him a bowl of soup, Severus sat down as the werewolf ate.
“Don’t hover so - I keep expecting you to start spoon-feeding me.”
“Just checking that you still had sufficient intellect to bring the soup all the way to your mouth, you stupid wolf,” Severus huffed.
“I may just have sufficient intellect and energy to accomplish that,” Remus responded, amused. “Now, I just need to get dressed, and I’ll get going.”
“Don’t be stupid, Lupin. I haven’t gone to all this trouble - just to have you collapse as you try and leave. You will spend the night here.”
Remus raised his eyebrow in query. Severus responded acidly, “Don’t worry, I have no intention of assaulting you as you sleep. The thought of sex with a comatose werewolf has little appeal.”
“What about a non-comatose werewolf?” Remus flirted.
Severus sniffed haughtily, “Too great a risk of catching fleas. Now come and lie down!” he ordered in a voice that allowed no demurral.
~*~
Remus woke, feeling uncommonly warm, comfortable and satisfied. Restored. He felt complete, as though something missing was now in place. Stretching in contentment, Remus felt the warm presence of another snuggled against his back. Catching a hint of a familiar scent, he thought, ah, Severus. And then, I’m in bed with Severus snuggled against me. Yes. Snuggling back a little more firmly, Remus felt an unmistakable hardness pressed delightfully against him, and he could smell the most delicious scent of Severus’s arousal.
“Awake, are you, wolf? I suppose I ought to be glad you didn’t die in the night, leaving me with a troublesome corpse” Severus said, moving away from Remus as though he were going to leave the bed.
“Wait,” gasped Remus without thinking, turning to catch the elusive man.
“What for?” sneered Severus. “I have considerable work to do, and no more time to waste on you.”
Here we go again, thought Remus. He did not understand, might never understand, but at that moment he knew that, despite demurrals and protests, Severus wanted him as much as he wanted Severus.
He reached out, preternaturally swift, to clasp the other man’s forearm, pulling him down against him. “Not so fast, Severus,” he softly growled, holding him against his own growing erection. “I’d say we have some unfinished business here.”
“I’m not responsible for your morning erections or your animal lusts, Lupin. Deal with it yourself, or go elsewhere. Let me go,” Severus snarled.
Maneuvering himself so that he could flip over on top of Severus, rubbing their hard cocks together, Remus said “Are you sure, Severus? This feels so good.”
Severus softly moaned, saying nothing.
“Well, Severus?” asked Remus, finding a delicious rhythm as Severus rocked his body to meet him. “Just say the word now, and I promise I’ll let you go.”
“Lupin!” gasped Severus.
“Is that the word?” asked Remus, slowly pulling away from the delightful contact. “I mean it, Severus: if you want I’ll leave you alone. Do you want me to go now?” he asked, pulling himself further away.
Severus responded by scissoring his legs around Remus to trap him and pull him close. “Of course I want you to leave me alone, you filthy beast,” he whispered in Remus’s ear, locking his arms and legs firmly around him to ensnare him, rocking his body against Remus’s hard cock.
“Well since that’s clear,” Remus laughed huskily, pulling his upper body away to free himself a little, and trapping Severus’s arms above his head, pressing his wrists down against the mattress as he nuzzled and nibbled Severus’s neck, gratified by the other man’s moaning and writhing.
Working his way down Severus’s body with his mouth, he sucked on first one red nipple, so dark against the pale skin, and then the other, then slid down lower and lower still, lazy swipes with his tongue across the flat plane of his belly, over the sharp hipbones, over the sinewy flanks and down, down to Severus’s cock, long lazy swipes, before smoothly drawing the other man’s hard cock all the way into his mouth. In and out, and again, sucking the hardness deep into his throat as Severus moaned, helplessly thrusting his pelvis up. As he slowly pulled his mouth away, Severus whined a little involuntarily, thrusting up towards Remus.
“No,” responded Lupin firmly, “Not until I say. Now, on your hands and knees. I’m going to fuck you hard.”
Remus stroked up the insides of the lean thighs, his touch ghosting up to circle and caress the smooth pale buttocks presented so perfectly for him, letting his touch linger in the cleft and circle around the opening. Whispering the lubrication charm, he smoothly slid two fingers inside without warning, rewarded by Severus’s gasp and the way he immediately began to rock back, pushing on his fingers. Without delay, he lubed his own cock, hard and aching for contact, and slowly slid it into Severus’s tight opening. Slowly, steadily he thrust in; then buried to the hilt, he began to thrust helplessly: small, shallow thrusts rocking back and forth, then deeper and harder, pulling the other man back to increase the thrust. Severus moved with him, his hips grinding back to impale himself roughly, moaning and muttering undecipherable words, his voice rising, a paean, a chant, ecstasy building.
Remus thrust deeper, the world receding, dissolving around him, till nothing remained but Severus and himself and this wild, fierce fucking. Reaching one hand forward to slide his hand along Severus’s shaft, he tightened his grip, fisting hard as Severus screamed and came, his muscles tightening around him, a compelling pulse pulling him into howling orgasm.
Feeling lightened, brightened, exalted, at peace, Remus pulled Severus down to lie flat and then carefully collapsed next to him. Together they lay, their trembling muscles calming and their breath slowing, holding each other close, unwilling to let go. Breathing in the heady scent of their arousal, sweat and orgasms, Remus sighed with the deepest contentment. Severus echoed him.