A/N: For lore! Happy 40th!! You are wonderful and deserve a great one!! Thanks so much for everything!!!! Also, many thanks to blpaintchartfor pushing me, once again, into the bathroom and for a wonderful beta!
It was well after two in the morning, and everyone with an iota of sense was fast asleep. Severus, of course, was not. He could hear the light step on the top stair, the quiet footfalls stopping two doors down from his, on the third floor at Grimmauld Place.
Lupin’s door. Lupin, probably, returning from his mission. The lock clicked and after a moment clicked again. Severus settled back down, and then he heard the footsteps coming down the hall toward his room. The house was charmed and well warded, but one could never be too careful. He sat up and drew his wand from the bedside table.
The person stopped in front of his door, and the door handle turned. With that, the dim light from the hallway filled a sliver of the dark bedroom.
“If you value your life, you will stop right there.” Severus notified his intruder in his best velvet over steel voice.
“Severus? I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”
Lupin. “I believe your room is down the hall to your left.” Indicating the obvious, with as much sarcasm as anyone could muster in the middle of the night.
“Yes, it is. However, it’s ahhh….occupied at the moment. I was checking for another bed. Sorry to bother you.”
“Occupied? By whom?”
“Well…..it doesn’t matter.”
Severus could see Lupin’s head shaking. “Lupin, is it someone who should not be in this house?”
“Oh, no Severus. Nothing like that. They’re just..” Remus cleared his throat. “involved.”
“They?”
“Ummm…..”
Severus sighed “Spit it out, Lupin.”
“The three…..they….I’m sure…”
“Lovely. The golden trio no doubt. Thank you for burning that erection-wilting image into my brain. ”
Remus didn’t say anything.
“Silence is not only golden, but revealing Lupin.”
“I apologize again for disturbing you, Severus. Good night.” Remus turned.
“Off to disrupt another’s slumber?”
“No, to the library. The one chair isn’t too bad, and there is the fireplace.”
Severus knew that chair, well. He’d slept in it himself when this bed and the one at Hogwarts seemed more likely to produce nightmares than rest. It was adequate piece of furniture for a bit of reading. Sleeping in that chair, however, produced back and neck pain so severe that a visit to a healer was required.
The door was closing. Severus released a much put out sigh. “Lupin.”
Remus pushed the door open, again. “Yes.”
“That chair will require you to use the last of the pain potions I have stored here. Quite selfish of you considering I do not have the time or resources to replenish them at the moment." Severus paused and took a deep breath. "And it is high time you stop this idioticthundering around waking up decent, innocent wizards. So for the good of the Order and, in particular, myself I believe you ought to be put to bed before you can cause any more disturbances. To that end, I am willing to share. This bed is quite large enough for two.”
“I don’t want to inconvenience you.”
“It is too late. You have already done so. The offer stands.”
“Thank you, Severus.” Remus slipped into the room, closing the door quietly. “Which side of the bed?”
“I am furthest from the door." Severus could hear the shoes come off and placed on the thin carpet. Socks, robe and shirt followed and then Severus heard the trouser unzip. He took in a sharp breath. “I trust you do not snore?”
“No, Severus I don't.”
The bed sagged a bit as Remus slid under the duvet. Severus lay stiffly beneath the covers waiting for the inevitable tossing and turning, but none came. After a few minutes Severus relaxed, he could hear Remus’ even breathing and finally allowed himself to drift off as well.
Severus snuggled back against the heat. He couldn’t imagine why he was dreaming about this now. His one true holiday, he’d been nineteen; Regulus had only just turned eighteen, but he had financed their trip. They had gone to Morocco and rented a small flat where they spent the days exploring the exotic culture, and the nights exploring each other. Their week had flown by, and the reality of the Dark Lord was upon them again all too quickly. Within a few weeks, Regulus was dead. The memory itself remained astonishingly warm.
Finally, Severus was roused enough to know he wasn’t dreaming. Had it been so long since he had spent the night with someone in his bed? It was Lupin’s arm wrapped around him, of course. At this point, he should probably be shrieking like a virgin and demanding that Lupin unhand him, but he shifted into the warmth. He knew his stiff joints would respond well to the heat in what could only be considered purely medicinal fashion. Granted, Lupin was a werewolf, but that malady was controllable with medication much as any other chronic condition. The man was: intelligent, hard-working, surprisingly well-read, attractive (not that it mattered), and, if the handle of cricket bat wedged up against him was any indication, had a cock well worth exploring. Content with his current situation, Severus went back to sleep.
Severus heard a voice calling his name as if from a long way off. “Severus?’
“Lupin, I need my beauty sleep.” Severus rasped.
Remus cleared his throat. “You’re already quite striking. Do you think more is fair?”
Severus snorted in spite of himself and rolled over to face Remus. Once in a great while he forgot just how daft Gryffindors really were. “Oh, quite. I would not want to have an advantage over all the other poor sods.”
“I’ve got to meet Albus in an hour, the cleansing charm was fine last night, but I’d like to have a shower before I go.”
A glint of interest and a sparkle of hope flitted through Severus’ eyes before he could stop it. He knew he hadn’t hidden it quickly enough when he saw the amber centers of Remus’ eye grow larger.
“You shared your bed with me. I would be happy to have you share my shower.”
Fuck! Was it an invitation to shower or something more? “I believe that would be equitable.” He heard the opportunistic Slytherin in him answering already, or was it his hardening cock accepting the offer?
Remus slipped his robe on over his head as Severus pulled his dressing gown off the hook on the back of the door. Severus felt Remus’ warm, strong fingers curl over his own.
“Come on.”
Lupin didn’t even have the good sense to see if the coast was clear, he just barreled into the hallway dragging Severus behind.
“Good morning, Sirius.” Remus waved his free hand and tightened the fingers of the other around Severus’
Oh, joy! Sirius sputtered, but didn’t manage a word while he turned an interesting shade of purple that could only be considered puce. The bathroom door was closed behind them, the shower was turned on, and Remus was pulling his robe over his head before Severus had another coherent thought. Severus’ eyes roamed Remus scarred, but well-formed body. So much for coherent. I want that!
Remus untied Severus’ dressing gown and slipped it from his shoulders, and wasted no time drawing the nightshirt over his head. Severus felt a finger on his collarbone.
“You’re really lovely, you know.”
Severus rolled his eyes. “Has your blood sugar suddenly dropped and affected your eyesight?”
“No, it has not. I'm just a little surprised since you always keep yourself bundled up under layers and layers. You’re even more wiry than I had imagined.”
You imagined? When?
Remus grasped Severus’ hand again and stepped toward the shower.
Severus’ mind which had been going in a thousand directions settled back onto the sight in the hallway. “But Black?”
“My sex life stopped being his business the day we learned silencing charms at Hogwarts.”
Good. Severus let himself be led into the cascade of water. Remus threaded his fingers through Severus’ damping hair.
“Hair first.”
Severus scowled “A bit obvious don’t you think?” “Wash the greasy git’s hair” he mimicked.
Remus lightly swatted Severus arse. “None of that! Mum taught me to wash from the top down; you can wash mine if you like.”
He glanced down at his burgeoning erection. “I…well….Do you…” Why didn’t he just shut the fuck up?
“It’s all right, Severus. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Remus continued caressing the scalp under the long black tresses.
Severus sighed as Remus finished with his hair. Deft hands soaped and scrubbed his back, while his cock throbbed. Remus slid the washcloth down his cleft and brushed his balls, Severus gasped audibly. Steadily, Remus continued his ministrations down the backs of Severus’ legs. Severus swallowed thickly and stiffened; he was going to have to turn around in a moment. He wondered if there was such a thing as a platonic shower.
Remus placed his hand on Severus’ shoulder and caressed the lean blade with his thumb. “Turn around, please.”
Severus hesitated.
Remus bent and kissed the spot he had been touching. “It’s not required…” Remus trailed off.
It finally dawned on Severus that Remus had said ‘sex life’ at some point while they had been in the bathroom. He had nothing to be embarrassed about, and he turned to face Remus who proceeded to growl.
“This will have to be a quick washing.” Remus rasped as he began scrubbing himself frenetically with the washcloth.
Cricket bat, indeed. Merlin, he loved cock. Severus balled his fingers into fist. He had to stop himself from grasping his own throbbing prick and taking his pleasure all over Remus’ before the man had finished washing. Remus straightened up and tossed the wet rag toward the soap dish. Severus’ eyes were glued to Remus’ hands as he rubbed the stained-glass glycerin soap vigorously between his palms.
Remus glanced to his soapy hands and asked. “Might I?”
Severus nodded, and continued to hold his breath.
Remus maneuvered closer and their cocks brushed, Severus took a sharp breath which then turned into a groan as Remus caught them both between his hands. Severus steadied himself by grasping Remus’ bicep; he swallowed thickly as the skillful hand worked their pricks together. Apparently, the wolf liked a slow start; Severus wriggled and thrust into the grasping hand and marveled at the thick cock pressed against his own. He tightened his grip on the well-formed bicep while his other hand moved down Remus’ arse to pull him closer. The skin there was firm, but supple and he dug his fingers in. The effect was brilliant as growls and moans now filled the shower.
"Hurry!" The word was almost too garbled to understand as it was pulled from Severus.
Remus appeared to have understood and sped up his stroke while he crushed their chests together, sliding them back and forth so the peaking nubs could brush against each others. The werewolf was good at this, really, really good.
"Can't….." Severus fingernails dug into Remus' flesh.
Remus gave their cocks a few quick twists and Severus shuddered.
"Don't wait." Remus whispered.
Severus didn't think he could have waited another moment anyway, but the permission to lose control sent him crashing over the edge. He cried out and shook as he tried to remain upright. Remus joined him and the creamy emissions covered their bellies, cocks and Remus' hand.
Severus counted their breaths as they slowed. This would be where things became awkward.
"Fuck! You're incredible Severus."
This was not what he had been expecting.
There was silence for a moment. "Are you all right, Severus?"
"Yes. Quite."
"Perhaps we could do this again, sometime."
Severus smirked. "If I find myself in the position where you are indebted to me again, you can be certain that if payment is due it will be exacted." Severus could feel Remus' face split into a grin against his shoulder.
"I would expect nothing less, Severus."
Damn wolf. He was, obviously, reading Severus like a book but trying not to let on. It was exactly what Severus needed; the next months were not going to be pleasant. He wriggled pressing himself firmly against Remus under the guise of adjusting their bits. The spray was cold when Severus' numb fingers finally released Remus back to the world.