|Severus Snape (ensnared_senses) wrote in snark_n_bark,|
@ 2009-09-13 17:11:00
|Entry tags:||complete, remus, serenus, severus|
An Anniversary Surprise
Characters: Remus, Severus, (brieflly) Serenus
Summary: Another year, another anniversary, another excuse for shagging.
Remus looked around the mausoleum, tapping his wand against his chin as he considered the "decoration" he'd added to what was normallyGaewyn's home. He'd borrowed it from the dragon for the night, setting her up in a nice tent out past the graveyard, with an extra side of beef for her troubles. Severus had always seemed to like the spookiness of the place, and so Remus had come up with something special to indulge Severus for their anniversary.
Fortunately Gaewyn liked her lair clean, so he'd not had to muck out anything. Instead he'd actually added cobwebs, and draped the walls with filmy black fabric that fluttered eerily in the slightest breeze. Regulus had managed to come up with a few huge old iron candle stands, and they were now bedecked with more cobwebs and flickering black candles with wax dripping artfully down the surface. He'd scattered rusty chains around on the floor, and all in all he thought it was a passable representation of an old crypt out of a cheesy horror film, creepy and yet also vaguely amusing.
The centerpiece of the room was a massive, fake crypt, made out of weathered stone and with a lid that was obviously meant to be an altar. Iron rings were set into each corner, and more chains ended in sets of manacles, laid out and ready. One concession to comfort was that the top was both cushioned and warmed, since he wasn't quite ready to sacrifice comfort for the sake of authenticity.
"What do you think, will it do?" he asked Serenus, turning around and raising a brow in inquiry. Serenus had helped him with all the arrangements, and the final bits of the set up were all in Serenus' hands. "Do you think he'll like it, or have I really gone out of my mind this time?"
"Are you really worried, given Severus' morbid turn of mind?" Serenus looked around at Remus' handiwork with admiration. "I think he'll like it. For that matter, it's getting me a little hot and bothered!" he admitted with a chuckle. "Mingling sex and death is quite potent."
Remus grinned, his worry eased. Moving to Serenus' side, he craned up to kiss Serenus' cheek, patting the bulge of the baby at his middle fondly. "Good, I'm glad to hear you say that - and I suspect that Tybalt won't mind you coming home hot and bothered one bit!" His smile became teasing. "Although as I recall, at this stage of pregnancy Severus was always hot and bothered, too. All I had to do was say 'hello' and he seemed ready to go."
Laughing sheepishly, Serenus gave Remus a one-armed squeeze. "That probably has something to do with it too," he replied, grinning. "Tybalt has been getting very lucky at frequent and unexpected times of late - not that I've heard any complaints."
"He'd be out of his mind to complain - and that big hunk of yours is quite sane," Remus said, echoing Serenus' laugh. Then he glanced about again. "Well, if the stage is set, all that's left is to get the victim ready, then summon the hero. What do you think? Nude? Strategically placed rags?" He rubbed hisstubbled cheek with a hand. "I've already lengthened this as much as I can stand. So... I place myself in your capable, talented hands. Do with me as you will."
"Oh, that's a dangerous offer to make to a randy Snape," Serenus said, his smile turning wicked, and he reached out to stroke Remus'stubbled jaw. "I happen to like a little stubble myself, so you should be careful about not tempting me to warm you up a bit for Severus."
"Insatiable Snape!" Remus teased, turning to pull Serenus into his arms - or at least as well as he could with the bulge of the baby in the way. "Thank Merlin for the lot of you and your appetites. The world would be a much colder and lonelier place for all of us if we didn't have you." He slid his hands up to Serenus' shoulders, urging him to lean down. "I doubt a little warming up would be out of place for either of us."
With that, he pressed his lips against Serenus', kissing him firmly before parting his lips so that he could nibble at Serenus' lower one playfully. Moaning happily, Serenus wound his arms around Remus as best he could in return and darted his tongue out for a quick taste of Remus' warm mouth, responding to the kiss with enthusiasm. He was in no hurry to end it, and he lingered before drawing back at last.
"Well, I'm warm!" he said, chuckling. "I'll make sure Tybalt sends his thanks later."
Remus opened his eyes, which had fallen closed, and he smiled, his lips tingling from the kiss. "I'm pretty warm myself," he replied, stroking Serenus' shoulders affectionately. "And Tybalt is welcome to show his gratitude in person." His smile became rueful. "I hope that before long Severus will start feeling comfortable enough for us to enjoy a little family bonding time. I think he misses it, too."
"Me too," Serenus admitted, smiling wryly, and he stroked Remus' back affectionately. "Things are better between us, but I miss how it used to be. But we won't think about that tonight!" he continued, bending to drop a brief kiss on Remus' nose. "You've got an insatiable Snape of your own to celebrate with. I'd go with conveniently placed rags, just enough to leave things to the imagination but not enough to get in the way." He gave Remus a look of arch amusement. "Should I suggest any particular apparel for Severus? HisMorticia costume, perhaps?"
Remus chuckled, releasing Serenus with a little pat and stepping back. "Rags for me it is, then. As for my sexy mate... I think the mood for tonight is a bit more intense. How about suggesting he wear a tuxedo and cape? Perhaps he'll think it's a fancy dinner, then be surprised to find werewolf on the menu!"
"No doubt!" Serenus gave Remus' arse a playful swat and went to stand beside the makeshift altar. "Let's get the feral, nearly naked werewolf chained up, then, and I'll fetch Severus so the two of you can get on with your celebration... and I can get Tybalt to turn up the heat."
Nodding, Remus crossed to the altar. He gestured at his jeans and jumper with his wand, transforming them into shredded rags which hung from his hips and shoulders. "Is that enough?" he asked. "I want to make sure to drive him wild."
Serenus scrutinized him with a critical eye, and then he stepped forward and used his wand to slice off some of the tattered fabric hanging off Remus' shoulders. "There. You should show off your chest hair," he said, affecting an innocent look. "It adds to the werewolf image, you know."
Remus didn't buy the innocence for a moment, and he swatted Serenus' arse lightly. "Naughty boy," he said, but his tone was approving. He puffed out his chest and growled softly, then hopped up on the altar and stretched out his arms and legs. "Let's get me chained up so that Severus can have his present."
Serenus paused long enough to admire the sight before he got to work fastening the manacles loosely around Remus' wrists and ankles, and then he stepped back to take a long, appreciative look at his handiwork. "And you call me naughty," he said, his dark eyes growing heated. "You realize I want to hear all about this later, right?"
"No problem," Remus replied, lifting his head and giving Serenus a wink. "And if you're a good boy, maybe I'll even let you and Tybalt borrow the place for a little naughty play of your own."
"Brilliant!" Serenus grinned and waved as he headed for the door. "Have fun! I'll make sure Severus doesn't dawdle."
"Thank you," Remus said, then blew Serenus a kiss. "For everything, brother-in-love. Make sure Tybalt keeps you warm!" With that he laid back, smiling in anticipation of Severus' arrival and reaction to his anniversary surprise.
When Serenus came to him and told him to dress up in a tuxedo and cape, Severus didn't stop to ask any questions; he just did it and wasted no time in doing so. He didn't have to ask; he knew what the occasion was, and the truth was, he'd been expecting one of Remus' surprises. His question wasn't "why?" but "what has he come up with this year?" He was looking forward to finding out what Remus' fertile, naughty mind had devised, although he ruled out being whisked away to some exotic locale when Serenus led him outside the manor and out to the family cemetery.
"Right in there," Serenus said, smiling wickedly as he gestured to the mausoleum.
That took Severus by surprise, and he shot Serenus a curious look, but Serenus gave him a bland look in response, making it clear he had no intention of giving anything away.
"Enjoy yourself, little brother." Serenus' parting words, tinged with amusement, wafted back to him as Serenus departed and Severus made his way into the mausoleum.
It took only a moment for Severus' eyes to adjust to the dim light, and a moment longer to realize the interior had been transformed - and Remus was the centerpiece. He licked his lips as he took a step toward the altar, devouring the sight of Remus splayed out and bound.
"Well, well," he said softly. "What have we here? A helpless werewolf. What shall I do with him?"
Remus' sharp hearing had alerted him to Severus' arrival, and his labored breathing was less for affect than from sheer anticipation. He growled, his eyes glowing as he lifted his head, desire quickening at the sight of Severus looking absolutely edible in his tuxedo, his pale skin and dark hair making him look every inch the perfect, sexy vampire. "What do vampires ever want with werewolves?" he asked, his voice husky, and he made a show of pulling at his chains. "To make us serve your desires?"
Ah, so that was Remus' game, Severus thought with a smirk. He wanted to play vampires and werewolves with a little bit of bondage thrown in, and Severus was quite happy to oblige. He twirled his cape with a dramatic flourish as he stalked toward the altar, gazing at Remus intently.
"Quite right," he said, his voice a deep, sensual purr. "And here you are, bound and at my mercy. You will serve my every desire for as long as I please." He reached out and splayed his hand possessively on Remus' stomach, giving him a slow and appreciative once-over. "And it may not please me to release you for a very long time."
Remus couldn't help drawing in a hissing breath at the feel of Severus' warm hand on his bare skin, and he wriggled, his arousal growing as Severus got into the spirit of the game. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, managing to play reluctant while looking eager, which he hoped would inflame Severus. "What dark desires are you planning to fulfill with me unable to resist?"
"We can dispense with these rags, first of all," Severus replied, stroking Remus' stomach and delighting in the feel of Remus' muscles quivering beneath the skin, and he brushed aside the shredded fabric on Remus' chest. "You needn't bother pretending modesty with me. I will see you - all of you - any time I please."
With a gasp Remus arched up against Severus' hand, the light, teasing pressure titillating but not nearly enough to satisfy. "Is that what you want?" he rasped,fisting his hands in the chains, the muscles in his arms standing out. "Just to look at me and know that you can do anything you want to me? Or do you dare to try to tame the darkness?"
"Oh, I will tame you, wolf," Severus purred as he skimmed his fingertips from Remus' breastbone to his navel and began toying lightly with the rags around Remus' hips. "You will beg for me, and you will belong to me alone for eternity."
"Never!" Remus moaned, offering only token resistance. The wolf was rising, pulled forth by Severus' words, heeding the call of its mate. Remus felt his skin flushing, every muscle tense in anticipation of where Severus' fingers were headed, craving Severus' touch with ever fiber of his being. "If you want me, you'll have to take me by force!"
It took will power not to snort, even laugh, at that, and Severus was sure amusement shone in his eyes as he slid his hand lower and slipped his fingers beneath the rags, wondering how Remus had managed to say such an outrageous thing with a straight face.
"I do want you," Severus replied, bypassing Remus' arousal in favor of teasing him with light caresses on his inner thigh, "and I will take you with as much force as needed."
There was no way that Remus could manage a coherent sentence in response to Severus' tormenting touch, and he didn't mind the amusement so long as Severus followed it up with action. He growled, then actually managed to get out two words. "Dare you!"
Pretending outrage, Severus snarled and stripped away the remaining rags, leaving Remus bare to his sight. "Insolent wolf! I will show you who is the master here!" he growled as he shrugged out of his cape and drew his wand, smacking Remus' hip hard as he muttered the charms to prepare Remus.
Both Remus and the wolf were anxious for Severus to do exactly that, and Remus didn't hesitate to let go completely, allowing the wolf free reign. Even without the chains he'd never hurt Severus, but there was a certain naughty allure even to the wolf at being bound before his mate, laid bare to Severus' sight and submissive to his desires. He arched backward, withholding nothing, his hands reaching toward Severus even as they were held back by the manacles at his wrists. "Show me!"
The possessive darkness within Severus reveled in the sight, knowing Remus was his, knowing the wolf was his, knowing he could do anything, and Remus would howl in pleasure and beg for more. His own need flared higher and hotter, and he couldn't bear drawing out the tension for either of them, not when they both wanted completion. He banished his clothes and climbed onto the altar, pleased to find it padded and warm, and he pushed Remus' knees apart roughly.
"Beg me for it," he demanded before swooping down and fastening his teeth on Remus' throat and worrying the skin.
With an incoherent cry Remus threw his head back, the feel of Severus' teeth on his neck almost his undoing. Severus knew how to speak to the wolf in its own language, and he heard himself whimpering with need as he thrashed against the chains. "Please!" he moaned, unable to resist Severus' command. "Please, more! Take me, take me now!"
Severus laved the bite mark with his tongue before drawing back with a smirk, and he positioned himself, rocking against Remus to taunt him before - finally! - claiming him with one deep thrust, burying himself in Remus' welcoming body. "My wolf," he murmured as he began to move in tiny, teasing thrusts. "All mine."
"Yours... all yours!" Remus' eyes were molten as he stared up at Severus, wolf and man both reveling in the sensation of Severus' possession. He arched upward again, making a sound of frustration as he sought to send Severus deeper, wanting more. The chains restricted him from pulling Severus closer, leaving him completely at Severus' mercy, driven wild by need. "Please!" he begged, writhing beneath Severus, desperate with need. "Severus... need you, want you..."
Severus allowed himself the luxury of a smirk, but it was fleeting; his own self-control was tenuous, and he slid sinuously against Remus before he began to move, all thoughts of teasing forgotten as he lost himself in the heat and pleasure of Remus' body, his thrusts wild and rough as he claimed man and wolf, both of whom were rightfully his.
This was what Remus wanted, what the wolf needed - to be possessed completely and utterly by his mate, their bodies fused as a single being writhing together in heated pleasure. His head fell back against the altar, and he matched each of Severus' thrusts, moving with him and giving himself over completely to the roughness, reveling in it.
Remus' surrender fueled Severus' possessiveness and need, although the small part of his mind that wasn't lost in a haze of lust gave him a wicked idea. Mustering enough mental acuity and energy, he conjured a black silk ribbon, binding Remus in a new and different way, and he charmed the ribbon to squeeze and release Remus in a rhythm matching the movement of their bodies. He drew back enough to watch Remus, wanting to witness his reaction to the new stimulation, his own expression wicked.
Golden eyes flew wide as Remus felt the tingle of magic and then the teasing pressure on his hard length. It was different than Severus' hand, but no less arousing, especially given Severus' expression, and he gave himself over to it, moaning at the intense stimulation added to the sensation of Severus claiming him. "Yes!" he groaned, holding Severus' eyes and letting him see just how much pleasure he felt. His desire began to spiral higher and higher until he could no longer contain it, and he cried out, body tensing as ecstasy overwhelmed him completely, and he let it, holding nothing back.
"Yes..." Severus drank in the sight of Remus' pleasure greedily, reveling in the knowledge that he could affect Remus so strongly. Even after all these years, he still found it little short of miraculous to know that Remus loved him and desired him so avidly, and he relished every chance to satisfy Remus' every need. But Remus' pleasure sparked his own, and he growled as he let go, relinquishing his self-control completely as he claimed Remus and was claimed in return as he too shattered, his cry echoing off the stone walls.
Remus watched Severus come undone, and he smiled, love threatening to overwhelm him at the sight. Severus was gorgeous always, but never more so than when he was lost in ecstasy, and Remus was both proud and humbled that Severus had let him into his life, taking on man and wolf and making both of them his own. He murmured a spell to release the manacles around his wrists so that he could wrap his arms around Severus, pulling him down and stroking his damp back.
"My mate, my life," he murmured, pressing his lips to Severus' in a gentle kiss. "My Severus."
Severus returned the kiss with equal gentleness as he tangled his limbs with Remus' and rolled them both onto their sides so he could nestle closer without squashing Remus. "Your mate," he murmured, and then he fixed Remus with a look of haughty amusement. "I told you I would master you and make you beg."
Chuckling, Remus nuzzled his nose against Severus', enjoying the warmth and closeness of their sated bodies pressed together. "So you did. And I loved every moment of it. The wolf and I both know where we belong and to whom we belong, and we'll beg for you any time. Any resistance is only ever a show put on for your amusement." He paused for another kiss, this one deeper and longer. "I hope you liked your anniversary surprise. I admit it's getting harder and harder to surprise you, or to come up with an idea we haven't done. Not that I'm complaining in the least; it's a challenge I tackle with great enthusiasm, as you can see."
"I did like it," Severus replied, stroking Remus' back slowly. "Although I don't expect elaborate surprises every year." He paused, debating whether to use up his annual allotment of uncensoredsoppiness now or store it up for later, but he supposed their anniversary was as good a reason as any to use it. "You staying with me year after year is enough of a gift for me, and it is far more than I once expected I would ever have," he said, his voice low and husky. "As long as you are here and there is shagging involved, I will be satisfied." He paused, then added, "Although I certainly will not turn down trips, jewelry, or new role-playing scenarios."
Remus' smile in response to Severus' words was decidedly soppy, but he was unashamed of it. He knew how Severus felt, he didn't have to have the words, but he cherished them when Severus did feel moved enough to speak of his feelings, and he felt his heart swell with love. "With you is the only place I ever wish to be," he replied, moving his hand so that he could stroke Severus' cheek tenderly. "And I'm glad you're satisfied with just me, but I don't mind putting a bit of icing on the cake, as it were. You were deprived for far too many years, and it is my distinct honor and privilege to be the one who gets to spoil you as you deserve for the rest of your life. But I will always be here, and there will always be shagging involved, that I can promise you. Your wolf wouldn't have it any other way."
"It goes both ways," Severus pointed out pragmatically. "You were deprived of me and of lots of shagging with your mate all those years as well, so it's only fair you receive a little spoiling in return." With a wordless charm, he summoned the small box he had slipped into his pocket before leaving the house, and he offered it to Remus. Inside was a platinum wedding band he had custom designed: a tiny, subtle interweaving of a Celtic-styled wolf and serpent. He'd had two identical rings made, one for both of them, and he had added various charms from minor protections to a foolish little spell that would cause Remus to feel a sensation like a kiss on the back of his hand every time he said "I love you".
Remus blinked in surprise at the box which Severus suddenly summoned, then chuckled and accepted it, wondering what Severus had gotten him. He opened it, and his eyes widened as he looked inside. "Oh, Severus," he murmured, running a finger over the design on the rings, his heart melting inside his chest as he recognized the intertwined symbols. Severus wasn't one for loud declarations, but this was practically a shout, and Remus couldn't help the way his throat suddenly felt tight with emotion. "They're beautiful! Perfect. Just like you."
With that Remus turned and captured Severus' lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, unable to find the words to adequately do justice to how he felt. But he could show Severus, and he did, pouring all his love and passion into the caress of his mouth on Severus'.
Severus parted his lips, moaning softly into the fervent kiss despite being newly sated; Remus had turned into a soppy mess, just like he'd hoped, and he was relieved that his gift had been so well received. He had wanted to give Remus something overtly romantic for once, had wanted to make Remus happy and feel valued, and it appeared he had succeeded.
Remus continued the kiss, exploring Severus' mouth with thoroughness, Severus' moan assuring him that Severus was enjoying it as much as he'd hoped. He pulled back when the need to breathe became too much, and he smiled at Severus tenderly, knowing that Severus would see the moisture at the corners of his eyes but not minding. "Happy anniversary, my love. Every day with you has been a wonder, and I'm looking forward to many, many more."
Severus rolled his eyes dramatically at the sight of Remus' tears, but he wasn't surprised at all; he was pleased, in fact, taking them as a sign that Remus was indeed happy with his gift. "I am not going anywhere. I intend to enjoy many years of anniversaries and shagging with you." He cupped Remus' cheek in his palm and leaned close to brush another light but affectionate kiss to Remus' lips.
Remus returned the kiss, then chuckled softly. "Good, because that would make me very happy." He leaned his cheek into the caress, and smiled again. "By the way, I still have a gift for you, up at the house. Something to pamper and indulge you in a slightly different way, but one I think you'll enjoy. Especially as it's not entire legal in Britain - but I do know you're a rogue at heart, and I'm willing to bet the naughtiness of it will appeal to you."
"Oh?" Severus regarded him with shameless curiosity at that. "What is it? I suggest you tell me, or I shall drag you back to the house straight-away, and there will be no more naked lounging with manacles within convenient reach."
Holding up his hands in surrender, Remus nodded, although his eyes were full of amusement. "Okay, I give up! If you want to know, I'll tell you. Gaius inspired me, actually, after he told me what a fabulous time he had on the date Regulus took him on in Egypt. So... I had the pair of them order and pick up something last time they were over there." He smiled playfully. "It's bigger than a bread box - care to have a guess?"
Severus' bottom lip jutted slightly. "You said you would tell me, not that I had to guess," he said, giving Remus a sharp swat on the arse. "For all I know, you arranged to have them bring back a pyramid or perhaps the Sphinx."
"Who, me?" Remus blinked in faux-innocence, then relented, wriggling his arse against Severus' hand. "All right, then. I got you a flying carpet - all done in Slytherin colors. You can use it to fly about, or even just hover above your loyal subjects. It's big enough for both of us and the children, in case you want an outing - which means it's also big enough for us to shag on if we're alone."
"Really?" Severus was delighted by that news, and his dark eyes lit up with anticipation as he considered the possibilities. "That sounds quite promising. We will have to test it soon. Very soon."
Wrapping his arms around Severus, Remus pulled him into a tight embrace. "Very soon it is. But not just this moment, hmm? I want to enjoy holding you for a bit longer, and enjoy the naked lounging. And maybe make use of the manacles again, if you're so inclined." He grinned wolfishly.
"On you or on me?" Severus asked archly.
"Your choice," Remus replied, rubbing sinuously against Severus' body. "I'm easy. Or at least I am for you."
"As if I didn't already know that," Severus replied with a snort as he arched and writhed against Remus in return. "I suppose it's only fair that you be allowed to tie me up next time," he added, affecting the air of one who was conferring a great favor despite his eagerness to experience being bound on the altar himself.
"That would indeed be fair," Remus replied gravely, then grinned, anticipating the delectable sight of Severus bound naked to the altar. "I'll make it worth your while, I promise you. I'll do my best to make you scream."
"Somehow, I doubt you will need to exert much effort to succeed," Severus replied, smirking smugly. "You do seem to have a knack for it."
"Why, Mr. Snape, you honor me," Remus said, running his hands over Severus' back. "Give me just a little more time to recover, and we'll see if I still have the touch." He nuzzled Severus' cheek, inhaling Severus' beloved scent. "And if I succeed, it's only because I have such marvelous inspiration."
His smirk softening into a slight smile, Severus returned the nuzzling affectionately. "Good," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Let's have a little rest, and then I will do my best to offer you prodigious inspiration."
"You do that just by breathing, but I'm not averse to additional incentive," Remus said. He pulled Severus closer, closing his eyes and humming in pleasure. "Every anniversary just gets better. All because of you."
"Good," Severus said again, and then he fixed Remus with a mock stern look. "You have officially used up your daily soppiness allotment. You'll either have to be quiet or shag me senseless now to gain any soppiness overtime."
"Yes, Severus." Remus' tone was meek, but his lips twitched. "I'll be quiet for a bit, then, before trying for overtime." Silent he might be, but he continued to stroke Severus, languid caresses over his mate's silken skin. Then soon he'd make sure that they were both screaming at the top of their lungs, but for all the right reasons.