innerslytherin (innerslytherin) wrote in talesoflore, @ 2008-10-30 21:28:00 |
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HP FIC: Take a Chance On Me (Lupin/Snape) NC-17
Title: Take a Chance On Me
Fandom/Pairing: HP, Lupin/Snape, with appearances by swinging Alice and Frank Longbottom
Rating: NC17
WC: ~2200
Warning: Contains disco and public risqueness. Also is unbetaed, feel free to point out typos.
Note: This was actually written last year. lore kept me up until, what, five in the morning? Egging me on. But I never let her read it, because she was late on a fic, and I was feeling all stern and stuff. But as I've drifted out of the HP fandom, I realized it never got posted. So, um. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, lore!
There's a line outside the door. Remus shoves his cold hands into his coat pockets and wonders if they'll let him in. He's here often enough the doorman knows his face, which might help. The music is throbbing beyond sound-blocking spells and making his hips twitch. He can see Frank and Alice Longbottom near the front of the line, and they wave him over. Frank is grinning at him, one arm looped casually around Alice's waist. She hugs Remus and kisses his cheek. He can smell the sickly-sweet scent of marijuana on her hair, and breathes in deeply.
"Thought you weren't going to make it," Frank says.
Remus shrugs and slides into the line between them. "You know how Sirius is about disco. Took forever to convince him to let me out the door." He kisses Frank quickly, with just a little tongue, while Alice gropes Remus' arse. At least no one will complain about his queue-jumping, since he's obviously with them. He grins. Sirius doesn't even know what he's missing out on.
By the time they get to the door, Remus can hardly contain himself. Donna Summer's voice is floating out the door, carried on driving bass, and his grin widens at the thought of someone wanting to bring a wild man back home. His shoulders are moving on their own and the doorman grins back as he motions Remus inside.
The dance floor is already crowded, and Remus doesn't wait to see what Frank and Alice are doing. They'll probably get drinks first, but he can't wait. The music makes this incredible happiness rise up in his chest, making him forget about the war and the full moon and everything except movement. He struts onto the floor, not caring if anyone wants to dance with him. This music doesn't let him care if he's alone.
He closes his eyes, tilting his head back and swinging his hips, losing his heartbeat in the bass and feeling sweat already collecting at his temples. God, this is living, this is what it's really about--just moving, moving, and--someone grabs his arse.
If he were the normal Remus Lupin, he would jump and stammer and blush to the roots of his hair. But tonight he's Remus Lupin, God of Disco, and he just spins and eyes the girl with a smirk in his eyes. She leans in, stealing a kiss, and he lets her, but then he struts away from her, making a quick circle and surveying the other dancers. There are a few people he recognises, most of them a little older than he is. A blond Hufflepuff girl does a few turns of the Hustle with him, but he returns her to her friends before she thinks she has him tied down.
There seem to be more people now, more bodies brushing against his, more energy bouncing around in the air. His chest is so full he feels like he might explode. He prances in another circle, arms spread wide, hips gyrating, a huge, open smile on his face.
And then he sees him.
Severus.
Remus doesn't stop moving, doesn't even stop smiling, but from the moment he sees the Slytherin, he can't take his eyes off him. Severus is wearing black trousers, the sort that cling indecently to his arse and drape suggestively to the curve of calf, then flare over high-heeled black boots. His dark green shirt has to be silk, and it's left enticingly open most of the way down his chest, which is thin and concave, and lightly sprinkled with dark hair.
Oh. My. God.
Severus has been staring, entranced, as Remus-the-Tart-Lupin makes his rounds of the dance floor, wearing tight white trousers and a red shirt that's unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His face is open, his expression and body confident in a way Severus has never seen. His golden eyes seem to glow, and when he sings along to the line Made the savage beast roar until he cried, Severus wonders how anyone can be ignorant of the fact that this is a werewolf dancing in their midst.
Severus certainly isn't. He has a cocktail in his hand, and he's not really been dancing much yet, because Regulus and the Carrows are still at the bar drinking...but suddenly he feels something in the pit of his stomach demanding that he move. He tosses off the rest of his drink and drops the glass on a table, taking a moment to let the beat sink into his bones. A tiny smirk curls one corner of his mouth as his hips begin to twitch in time to the beat. Oh yes, this is why he came out tonight.
He struts out onto the dance floor, his gaze holding Lupin's the entire time. He knows he's a good dancer. He can feel the beat all through his body, but the secret, as he's told Regulus, is feeling the beat in your groin--and that all starts with sex. He stares at Lupin hungrily, letting his hips thrust forward several times and liking the flush that rises on Lupin's cheeks. The other corner of his mouth curls up, and he whips his arms out, thrusting his hips again and moving his feet fast.
He never looks away from Lupin, so he doesn't miss it when Lupin surreptitiously adjusts himself in his trousers. Lupin isn't wearing any pants. Severus licks his lips, and Lupin's mouth falls open just a little.
Some tarty Ravenclaw bint spins between them and puts a hand on one of Lupin's hips, and Severus clenches his teeth to keep from snarling at her. He doesn't need to. Lupin ignores her, and she peels away again. His golden eyes light with an inner laughter suddenly, and Severus wonders if he's being mocked. But Lupin shimmies a few steps closer to him, and Severus swallows hard.
He lowers his chin, holding Lupin's gaze, and prowls a few steps closer himself. They're nearly touching now, just inches--superheated, electric inches--between them. He's never felt this dangerous or this good.
"Dance with me," Lupin says, and Severus can't hear him over the pounding rhythm of the music, but he nods and wraps an arm around the werewolf's lean waist. He groans as Lupin presses their hips together, feeling a jolt of energy that has nothing to do with the music and everything to do with the fit man pressed against him.
They move together, in time with the music, but suddenly the hip thrusts and gyrations are sending pulses through Severus that you just don't experience alone. The pounding bass is hypnotic--or is it Lupin's eyes that are hypnotic? Severus can't look away, can't stop moving--Oh, Merlin, Lupin is groping his arse. He groans again and returns the favour. He can't catch his breath.
Someone bumps into them, but Severus can't tear his eyes away from Lupin's. He rocks his hips forward and backward, his hand guiding Lupin along with him. He doesn't care about anyone else in the whole bloody club; his whole world has narrowed to this moment, these two bodies, and the glow in Lupin's eyes.
Lupin's mouth is hanging open, and Severus realises they're breathing the same air, but their lips aren't quite touching. He pulls Lupin closer and exhales at the frisson of lust that sends through him. Lupin's eyes widen a little, and then he's rubbing against Severus without regard to the rhythm, his mouth issuing little cries that Severus can't hear, but can feel. Severus' gaze heats and he leans in to close the distance between their mouths, swallowing Lupin's cry as the werewolf tenses in Severus' arms and comes in his trousers.
Severus devours Lupin with that kiss, their tongues sliding against each other. He can feel the wetness seeping into his own trousers, but he doesn't care. The feel of Lupin against him is something he's imagined many times, but fantasies are so pale compared to this reality. He lifts his head, feeling almost drunk from knowing he is the reason Remus Lupin just came in his trousers. In his white, practically see-through trousers. He smirks down at Lupin, then pulls away a little, catching one of Lupin's hands in his own. He tugs the werewolf after him, knowing his expression is self-satisfied and not caring what anyone thinks.
He knows what those alcoves are for in the back of the club. He's used them a few times himself, though never for anything that's even a fraction as sexy as this already is. He wonders if Lupin has been back here. He bets not. From the way Lupin was acting earlier, he's here for the dancing, and the drinking and drugs and sex mean nothing to him.
That's fine with Severus. He wants tonight to leave an impression.
Remus' trousers are wet and clinging unpleasantly to his cock as he follows Severus, but he can't bring himself to care. He doesn't even care that anyone who looks will see what he's been up to. God, that arse, the cocky, preening way Severus is stalking towards the back, his hips swaying in time to the beat--it's enough to bring a whimper to Remus' lips. He doesn't know where Severus is taking him, and he doesn't give a fuck. He just doesn't want this to be over.
The back part of the discotheque is darker than the front, the floor solid instead of coloured lights, the flashes of silver light not thrown this far. And through the driving rhythm of the music, Remus can hear gasps and grunts, and low groans. His breath catches in his throat, and he tightens his fingers around Severus'. The Slytherin glances over his shoulder and smiles at him, oh, God, that's just...
Remus feels his lips part and he licks them, then smiles back. Then Severus tugs on his hand, and he's tumbling forward, still graceful, but under Severus' control instead of his own. He finds himself pressed against a carpeted wall, Severus' lean body pressed against him, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Remus gasps and Severus darts in, kissing him fiercely.
It's only natural to meet that kiss hungrily, tangling his fingers in Severus' dark hair and arching against him. Oh, he wants this--wants more--wants everything. He slides one hand down until his fingers are tucked inside the back of Severus' trousers. And Severus is wearing pants, but Remus slides inside them to stroke his arse.
Severus breaks the kiss and gives a guttural groan, his hips snapping against Remus'. "I want you, Lupin," he growls in Remus' ear, and Remus' throat goes dry. He nods frantically and Severus kisses him again. Then he's spun around to face the wall, which smells of alcohol and pot and come. He turns his head, feeling the rough carpeting pressing into his cheek, and then Severus' hands are fumbling at his trousers, yanking them down just enough, and Severus' hard cock is pressed against his arse.
"Severus!" he gasps, and for a moment he thinks perhaps the other man has heard him, because he goes still. Then coldness fills his arse and Severus pushes in, not gentle, not slow, driving all the air from Remus' lungs in a single sharp cry.
Oh, God, it's so good, even with the unexpectedness of the movement. Remus pushes back, one hand scrabbling at Severus' arse, trying to pull him deeper. Severus begins thrusting, teasingly at first, in time with the music, which would make Remus laugh if he didn't want more so bloody badly. He can feel his own cock filling again and reaches down to rub at it, but Severus' hand swats his away, curling in place of it.
He can feel Severus' breath against his neck, hears Severus' voice in his ear, murmuring things he can't be meant to hear, about how fit and sexy he is, and how perfect his arse is. It's gratifying, and the filthy words dripping into his ear in Severus' voice send thrills down his spine. Severus is thrusting faster now, and deeper, his movements erratic and desperate. Remus arches back against him, digging his fingers into Severus' arse and clenching around him.
After a few more hard thrusts, Severus tenses against his back and warmth floods his channel. Remus cries out and his own cock spurts again, less violently than the first time. He feels Severus slump against him, pinning him to the wall, and the movements slow and then stop. The hand on his cock lets go, but instead of pulling away, Severus slides that arm up around his waist, holding them close together. His lips brush Remus' ear, stirring the hair lying against his neck. They're both gasping for breath, their hearts thundering in competition with the bass, and Remus suddenly can't stand the thought of this being the end.
He shifts and feels Severus begin to pull away--but before he can, Remus turns in his arms and wraps his own arms around Severus' neck.
"Come home with me," he murmurs, his lips brushing Severus, and Severus smiles again. It takes Remus' breath away even the second time.
"Didn't you come with friends?" Severus asks.
"Oh, Frank and Alice," Remus says dismissively. "Who cares?"
Severus nods once. "Apparate us," he orders. "Don't plan on sleeping."
Remus smiles back, concentrates, and they are gone.