innerslytherin (innerslytherin) wrote in viciousmoon, @ 2007-06-27 11:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | remus lupin, remus/severus, severus snape, sirius black |
Spell damage in Knockturn
Severus had known this was a bad idea. Remus had insisted on going into Knockturn Alley, and Severus had been a bit of an ass and insisted he go along too, though while keeping his distance, partly because he also needed to go into Knockturn but mostly because he wanted to be able to watch Remus' back. He hated the very idea of Remus going anywhere near Knockturn, but he'd agreed, in the end. And now he was regretting it, watching Sirius Black ponce down the alley as if he was down here every day, as if he fucking owned Knockturn Alley, the little bastard.
"Remus," he hissed, but Remus was too far away, with his back to Severus, and gazing intently into a shop window. He looked around, wondering if there was anything he could find to throw.
Remus couldn't help his fascination with Knockturn Alley. It was true much of the magic here was outlawed, or at least dodgy, but there was so much knowledge to be found here. You could find any old book you wanted, and today Remus wanted a book about blood magic and the transmission (and remission) of curses. As he was walking past Borgin and Burkes, however, his eye had been caught by something that flashed in the front window. When he turned to peer in, he realised there was a glamour on the window designed to attract the attention of passers-by. But it had worked; he was now staring at something that claimed to have killed sixteen Muggles in late 1942, though he couldn't for the life of him tell what it was.
Severus ducked behind a large flier he'd been given advertising the Apothecary down the street as Sirius tromped past, chest puffed out like a great buffoon. Annoyed, he pulled out his wand and sent a stinging hex towards Remus' bum from behind his flier.
Remus twitched as a stinging hex hit his arse, though he hid his reaction quickly. He glanced to one side, then looked at the alley reflected in the plateglass of the Borgin and Burkes window. Hag, hag, goblin, half-troll, Sirius, pickpocket--wait, Sirius? He swallowed and wondered if there were time to do a Disillusionment spell on himself. Then he realised Sirius' gaze was fixed firmly on him. He sighed and turned to meet him, plastering a polite smile on his face, though he was careful to keep it from being too warm. It wouldn't do to be seen being friendly to an Auror in Knockturn Alley.
What the fuck was an Auror doing in Knockturn Alley, anyway?
"Hallo, Sirius."
"What are you doing here?" Sirius demanded, planting himself in front of Remus and then glancing suspiciously over Remus' shoulder, into the shop window. "And hi."
Severus groaned from behind his flier, closing his eyes for a moment. Then he opened them again, worried that if he took his eyes off them for even a moment, Sirius would do something horrid to Remus. Or see him. Either would be bad. He wondered how he could distract Black away from Remus without using himself.
"I'm getting information," Remus said in a low voice, keeping his voice pleasant. "And it would help me immensely if you would go away. If my informant sees me talking to an Auror..."
"Yeah? Who're you talking to? Some hag who says You-Know-Who comes to visit her every night?" Sirius asked, waggling his eyebrows. He glanced around, grinning.
God, what a fucking idiot, Severus thought, watching Sirius be loud and obnoxious and completely obvious about his presence. He had not a subtle bone in his entire body. Severus tried to creep closer to hear what was being said.
Remus stared at him. "Honestly, Sirius," he said, shifting his bundle of books in his arms, "it isn't really safe for you to be wandering around in Knockturn Alley like this. They don't like Aurors down here." And really, Sirius ought to know that. "And I'm not going to tell you who I'm talking to, because then you'd be bound to arrest him, wouldn't you?"
Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, so what? No one's going to mess with an Auror, that's just inviting trouble, innit? Anyway, arresting Dark wizards is my job. You ought to help with that, instead of always trying to protect the nasty gits," he added, eyes drawn to the bundle of books Remus carried.
Severus stopped abruptly as a woman cut her path in front of his, then ducked behind a group of wizards conversing in the doorway of a shop. Of course, now he could hear less than he could a moment ago, blast it.
"I'm not trying to protect Dark wizards, I'm trying to persuade certain people to not become Dark wizards," Remus said, his voice lowering further. "I'm doing exactly what Dumbledore asked me to!" Though of course they hadn't planned any real details about Remus' secret mission.
"If they're down here, they probably already are," Sirius countered, narrowing his eyes as he tried to catch the titles of Remus' books. "And if they've already committed a crime, they've got to be brought to justice. Did Dumbledore tell you to meet with this bloke specifically?"
Remus scowled at Sirius. "Dumbledore happens to trust me to use whatever methods I need to use," he said. "And while it's lovely to see you, we'll both be safer talking tomorrow at Lily and James'. I'll see you then." He turned to walk away, because Sirius was not taking his hints about buggering off and being an Auror elsewhere.
Sirius stared after Remus, an expression of shock on his face. A moment later, it turned indignant. "Oi," he called, gritting his teeth, and grabbed Remus' pile of books to stop him going anywhere. One wrenched out into his hand, and the rest fell into the street.
The clatter attracted Severus' attention, and he almost bolted out past the crowd of wizards, worried for Remus, but they began to disburse just then, and he was stuck, unable to weave between them as another group of people came out of the shop.
What the fuck! Remus thought quickly as he turned to glare at Sirius. "Fucking Auror!" he spat, trying to preserve the lie he'd told about not wanting to be seen as Sirius' friend. "Why don't you go harrass someone else!" He grabbed at the book in Sirius' hand. He really didn't want Sirius seeing those books.
"What the fuck?" Sirius demanded, staring at the book title as it was ripped from his fingers. He grabbed another book from the dirty cobbles, glaring up from its title to Remus challengingly.
Severus was so very tempted to pull out and un-shrink his Death Eater mask. They were gathering a crowd, now, just a few people watching, but more would come. It did well to hide Severus from sight, but it also drew a lot of attention he didn't want onto Remus. Fuck.
"It's just a few books! All I'm doing is reading! That's not illegal yet, is it?" Oh, God, this was horrid. Remus could either back down and apologise to Sirius, or he could continue in this vein to protect his so-called cover and create a scene that was bound to get them both in trouble. Where was Severus? Couldn't he just hex Sirius so they could run?
"Those books should be," Sirius announced angrily, and Severus had officially had enough. He glanced around quickly, then drew the hood of his cloak down over his face while he pulled out his mask and enlarged it to its proper size. It stayed in place with a spell, and then he howled, "Get the Auror!" in a deep voice, which had the benefit of clearing a path in front of him as people turned, looked, and jumped away from him, as well as attracting Sirius' attention. The gobsmacked expression on that prat's face was just priceless, and Severus took a moment to savour it before drawing his wand and charging.
"What the fuck!" Sirius exclaimed a second time, but this time he was startled instead of angry. He backed up a step before he drew his wand, then flew into the air as a blast of red struck him square in the chest, and landed hard on his tailbone a few feet away.
Severus laughed but didn't slow down, charging straight past where Sirius had been and watching people scatter out of his way. So he got a bit carried away, now and again.
"Coward! Show your face," Sirius bellowed, still on the ground.
Severus spun, laughing again behind his mask, and parried a returning hex with an efficient swipe of his wand. Sometimes hexing gits made his unfortunate position worthwhile.
Oh, shite, that was not what Remus had had in mind. At least he'd caught a whiff of Severus' scent as his lover hurtled past, so he knew he didn't actually have to defend Sirius. "Fuck, Death Eaters!" he exclaimed in a low voice. He gathered his books with a spell and clutched them, trying to think. A sensible person, when confronted with a fight between a Death Eater and an Auror, would get out of the way. Remus would be expected to assist the Auror, of course, but here, when he was pretending to be under cover--well, sod it, he couldn't exactly let Sirius get killed. Or, in this instance, let Sirius think Remus was going to let him get killed. He drew his wand, too, and sent a harmless flash of blue light at Severus.
"Get up, you stupid berk!" Remus ordered Sirius. "We need to get out of here!"
"This is my job," Sirius growled, jumping to his feet and throwing another hex. He grit his teeth and glared harder when Severus again parried it. "You get out of here, you're not trained for this."
"You'll be outnumbered in a minute!" Remus protested. "And I'm not leaving you here!" Not to mention he wasn't going to leave Severus here, duelling with Sirius. Severus couldn't exactly Disapparate the moment Remus left, could he, or everyone would tie them together.
Sirius' eyes widened and he darted towards Remus, narrowly parrying a harmless jinx Severus had tossed at him. "Fine, come on, you'll get yourself killed unless I take you out of here now," Sirius groused, grabbing hold of Remus' arm. He threw one last curse at Severus, gritting his teeth and side-Along Apparating Remus out of Knockturn Alley without even waiting to see if it landed.
Remus felt the horrible inside-out pressure of Side-Along Apparation, and then they were arriving. He staggered, feeling unbalanced, and hoped he still had all his books. Though of course he didn't know where Sirius had taken him, and he suspected that now he was going to be taken to task for these books.
Severus watched the empty street, suddenly at a loss. Well, he'd got rid of Sirius, but Sirius had run off with his lover. Fuck, he thought, then waved to a few people who had stopped to cheer his victory, and Disapparated for home before anyone could ask to buy him a drink.
Sirius rounded on Remus, furious. They were outside the Leaky Cauldron, so he knew he couldn't shout in the street, but he wanted to. "Dumbledore is going to hear about this," he hissed, then turned away from Remus just as abruptly and stomped into the pub.
Remus stared after Sirius, suddenly loathing him. He wished he could just let him go and carry tales back to Dumbledore, but he knew he had to try to make Sirius understand that--well, he had to make Sirius believe he wasn't really doing anything wrong. He hurried after Sirius.
Tom was rubbing the bar with a cloth. "What'll you have?"
"Firewhiskey, neat, please," Remus said, placing a few Sickles on the bar and ignoring the burning at his fingertips. Then he turned and glared at Sirius, willing his friend to look at him.
Sirius was pouting into his own glass of Firewhiskey, which had just arrived. He ignored Remus completely in favour of doing so.
"Look, Sirius, don't you trust Dumbledore?" Remus asked softly. He reached out and placed a hand on Sirius' forearm, trying to get him to meet Remus' eyes. "Don't you trust me anymore? I'm trying to get some people away from a bad situation. They're being recruited by Voldemort, and some of them genuinely don't want to go bad. But I can't let any of the people I see know I'm working for Dumbledore, you know?"
"'Course I trust Dumbledore," Sirius mumbled, then sighed and glanced at Remus. "I get that, Moony, look, I'm sorry about hassling you in Knockturn Alley if all you're doing is trying to help some people stay away from that creep. But explain those books, Moony! I don't understand how buying books on Dark Arts is helping people keep away from - " he glanced around, " - Voldemort."
Remus held in a sigh. That was the sticking point, of course. There wasn't any good way to explain those books. "The one on werewolves is because I'm trying to understand things," he said softly. Trying to understand myself, he thought wistfully. "The others are so they'll go on thinking I'm someone slightly dodgy whom they can trust not to go running to the Aurors." He gave Sirius a rueful grin. "I'll have a bit of explaining to do after being hauled in under arrest by an Auror."
Sirius stared at Remus for a few minutes, then let out a sigh. He wiped a hand over his face. "'M sorry, Moony."
Remus shrugged and nudged Sirius' shoulder with his own. "Well. You were only doing your job. What were you doing in Knockturn Alley, though? It really is dangerous for a lone Auror."
"I know, I - " Sirius began, then bit his tongue and stared down at his drink. "Couple days ago, we were trying to arrest this guy who got away, so today I went looking for him on my own. Thought it would be impressive if I brought him in."
"Well, yeah, it would be," Remus agreed. He took a sip of his drink, wondering what that hesitation was about. "You really like your job, don't you?" he asked. It wasn't that he was just realising that, but he so rarely got to see Sirius on the job and, well, serious, that it was sort of like realising it again.
"Yeah," Sirius said, smiling at Remus a little. "I guess I probably get carried away sometimes and act like a berk, but that's just because I really do like my job. You know my rotten family... I just like thinking that I can counter the stuff they've done... or something like that. I don't know."
Remus grinned faintly back at Remus. "Yeah. Makes sense." He just wished Sirius would occasionally experience the desire to counter some of the stupid things he'd done himself, when they were back at school.
"Anyway, yeah, Moony, sorry," Sirius said, waving a hand. "Ruined your informant meeting."
Remus shrugged. "Perhaps being dragged away like that will give me a bit more, you know, legitimacy, with some of the dodgier people. They'll think I'm truly a hardened criminal." He made a face at Sirius, pretending to look thuggish.
Sirius glanced at Remus a moment, then sniggered into his glass. "Moony the hardened criminal," he said, grinning.
Remus grinned amiably and took a sip of his drink. All right, so he had to mock himself a bit, but at least he'd got Sirius cheered up about everything. And so what if Sirius didn't think he was able to handle himself in Knockturn Alley? At least he still trusted Remus. He swallowed and exhaled the burn, telling himself he didn't care.
Sirius finished his drink in silence, then turned to face Remus again. "Hey, I've got to go, but I'll see you at James and Lily's tomorrow?"
Remus smiled. "Yeah, I'll be a bit late, because I work until 6, but I'll be there directly after that."
"Brilliant," Sirius said. "See you then." He flashed Remus a grin, then slid off his stool and made his way out of the pub.
"Bye," Remus said to Sirius' retreating back. He sighed and drained his glass. Was it any wonder he preferred time spent with Severus? At least Severus didn't dismiss him as a weakling or someone not to be trusted. "Thanks, Tom," he called to the barman, then he Apparated home.
Severus was seated on the sofa downstairs, waiting for Remus to arrive. He'd taken off his mask and cloak but was still in his robes and had an annoyed expression on his face.
"Oh, good, you're home," Remus said, dropping his books on the entry table and going to sit next to Severus.
"Where else would I be?" Severus asked, watching Remus.
"I just wasn't sure if you'd finished all you needed to do," Remus said, turning sideways to look at him. "He didn't hit you with anything, did he?" He wanted to kiss Severus soundly, but he suddenly felt unsure it would be welcome just now.
"No, I pretty much had to leave after that to keep from getting mobbed," Severus said, rolling his eyes. "And no, he didn't hit me. Idiot couldn't hit the broad side of a giant."
"Mobbed?" Remus said, concerned. He reached out, then hesitated and pulled back just shy of touching Severus' knee.
"Oh yeah," Severus said, waving a hand. "They all want to congratulate you, and buy you a drink, and ask you questions, find out who you are... not safe to do." He glanced at Remus' hand, wondering at the way Remus didn't touch him. He used to do that when the relationship was new and they were uncertain of where they stood with each other, but they hadn't been like that in a long time.
Remus smiled faintly. "Oh, that sort of mobbed. Well. I mean, not that it's exactly a good thing, but..." He trailed off and shrugged. "I...are you angry with me?" he blurted finally.
"No," Severus said, though he was reminded of why he was annoyed again, and his expression reflected that. "I just wasn't sure when you were coming home."
"Oh." Remus opened his mouth, paused, then said, "I just thought you might be. I mean, since I insisted on going. I've never seen Sirius down there, though." He paused again, then said, "I came home just as soon as I could get away from him without rousing his suspicion."
"Well, who would expect an Auror to go down there?" Severus asked rhetorically. "That's just stupid. He's such an idiot. He just made me so angry, the way he was talking to you. And then I wasn't sure if you were going to spend more time with him."
"What, did you hear all that?" Remus asked, worried again. "Did everyone hear? I kept trying to get him to shut up." He frowned and tried to push away the feeling that things weren't right between them somehow.
"Not all of it, just some," Severus said. "Plus I was trying to listen. I just got so sick of the utter bollocks he says, though."
"Thanks for helping me out, Severus." Remus reached out then and traced his fingers over the back of Severus' hand. "I wasn't sure what to do. He--he doesn't pick up on subtlety."
"Yeah, no fucking kidding," Severus said, rolling his eyes. He glanced down at Remus' fingertips, sighing.
"I'm glad you were there," Remus said softly. He looked up at Severus with a warm gaze. "I love you."
Severus glanced at Remus. "Yeah, love you too," he said, then glanced away again.
Well. That was awkward. Why couldn't Severus keep looking at him? Remus stroked Severus' hand lightly, then curled his fingers around Severus', leaving plenty of room for Severus to pull away.
Severus tightened his hand around Remus', glancing back at Remus. "Is everything all right?"
Remus blinked. "I don't know, is it?" he asked. "I just feel..." He shrugged.
Severus frowned in confusion. "I meant with Black. He's not going running to Dumbledore, is he?"
Oh. Remus felt his cheeks heat. "No, I got that sorted, I think. Hopefully he won't say anything about it in front of James and Pete and Lily tomorrow."
Severus turned so he was angled to face Remus more, still holding his hand. "But...what's wrong?"
Remus peered at him. "I suppose I just, I dunno, I thought you'd be upset." He shrugged. "Sorry. I'm all unsettled from the whole thing, I guess."
"Not upset," Severus said, "Just... I don't know. I felt kind of strange doing that, I guess." He made a face for his ability to explain himself.
Remus sighed. "Yeah." He thought about that. "Attacking him, you mean? Or just watching me get caught and running interference?"
"Both, really," Severus said.
"Yeah." Remus was glad Severus was still holding his hand, anyway.
"I just didn't like that," Severus mumbled, feeling like a berk.
Remus glanced at him, then leaned in and kissed him, wishing he'd just snogged him earlier like he'd wanted to. "Didn't like it?" he murmured, pulling away a little.
Severus felt a bit better after that kiss. "Doing that. In front of you. That's all."
"Oh." Remus kissed him again. "Well. You got me out of Knockturn Alley, anyway." He stroked his free hand up Severus' arm. "It was quick thinking."
"Mm hmm," Severus agreed, deciding not to mention how much he'd also enjoyed doing that to Black. "Glad to help." The hand on his arm coaxed a small smile out of him.
"They really all wanted to congratulate you on attacking the Auror?" Remus asked curiously.
"Yeah," Severus said, smirking a little. "They were cheering."
"Mmm." Remus kissed Severus again. "Have to say, I felt a bit like cheering myself, considering what a berk he was being."
Severus' smirk widened. "Yeah, well. He was."
Remus laughed, then he sighed and rested his head on Severus' shoulder. "I suppose I wouldn't make much of an Auror, if they're all like Sirius and Moody."
Severus stroked a hand over Remus' hair. "Yeah, I'm glad you're not. I can't imagine we'd be together if you were..."
"That's a point," Remus said. "I wanted to be one, you know? An Auror, I mean. But I'd rather be--well, whatever I am, and with you, than be an Auror without you." All the same, he couldn't quite shack the feeling of dissatisfaction that Sirius' assessment of him had left.
"Mum wanted me to be an Auror," Severus said, his smirk fading a little.
"You? Really?" Remus tilted his head to peer up at Severus. "I just can't see that."
"I know," Severus said, chuckling. "I didn't even want to, I mean, obviously, but I had all the right marks and the right courses, so mum thought I should. She's impressed by Aurors. Was disappointed I refused to apply for the programme. Then, well... yeah."
"Yeah, well, you would've hated your coworkers," Remus said. "Though I suppose you'd make a cracking good Auror, if marks and skills were the only things they go on." He sighed. "I just wish I could find something I'm good at."
"You're good at being a sexy werewolf," Severus said, his smirk reappearing. He realised that wasn't quite the same thing, but all the same...
Remus laughed and kissed Severus' ear. "Well, but I can't exactly earn money at that," he said, making his tone suggestive.
"Actually..." Severus started, then blinked, and met Remus' gaze. "No, you're right, no money at all."
Remus raised an eyebrow. "Please tell me you weren't about to suggest I hire out as a rent boy."
"Mmm, maybe only if you're my rent boy." Severus chuckled.
"I think that's called being a kept man," Remus teased. Severus always made him feel better somehow.
"So now we've switched roles?" Severus asked, leaning in to kiss Remus quickly.
That made Remus laugh. "I don't know, can you afford me?" he asked. He slid a hand down Severus' side to rest on his thigh.
"Mmm." Severus smirked again. "How much do you cost?"
Remus raised his eyebrow again. "How much d'you think I'm worth?" he countered, shifting closer.
"Oh, definitely, several hundred Galleons," Severus teased.
"I'm not sure you can afford me, then," Remus said in mock seriousness. He tilted his head slightly. "I suppose I'll have to accept other currency."
"What other currency do you accept?" Severus asked, leaning in closer.
"Kisses," Remus said after a moment's thought. "And love. And shags." He waggled his eyebrows at Severus.
"So I'm paying you in kisses and shags... and I get kisses and shags in return," Severus said. He grinned. "Sounds good. Let's shag."
Remus grinned back and kissed Severus hard. "Fuck me?" he asked, sliding a hand into Severus' lap.
"Fuck yes," Severus gasped.
"Mmm." Remus massaged Severus' cock through his robes and smirked. "So hexing people turns you on, hmm?" He leaned in and licked Severus' jaw slowly.
"Oh yeah," Severus gasped, eyes slitting in pleasure.
"No, you wouldn't have made a good Auror," Remus said, squeezing Severus' cock. "Why don't we get you out of these robes." He watched Severus hungrily.
"Fuck," Severus gasped. "Yes, yes." He tugged them up over his head.
Remus hummed. As soon as Severus' chest was bare in front of him, he splayed his hands possessively over it, stroking them up and down the skin. "My Dark wizard," he murmured, and leaned down to lick Severus' nipple.
Severus smirked. "So glad I'm not an Auror," he muttered, tangling fingers in Remus' hair.
"Too bloody sexy to be an Auror," Remus replied, and took the nipple lightly in his teeth.
Groaning, Severus let his head fall back. He tugged Remus' hair gently. "Oh yes."
Remus growled at Severus and nibbled his way up to Severus' ear. "Will you strip me? I want your hands on me. Please."
"Oh god, yeah," Severus murmured, moving his hands to tug at Remus' clothing.
Remus hummed and sucked on Severus' ear lobe.
Severus unbuttoned Remus' shirt, sliding his hands underneath to stroke his bare skin.
Remus gasped and pressed into Severus' hands. "Yeah, touch me," he breathed.
Severus let his hands roam, touching Remus everywhere. "So good," he muttered.
It didn't matter what happened out in the world, Remus thought, shifting closer to Severus. Regardless of how inadequate other people made him feel, Severus made him feel at home. He pulled Severus close for a deep kiss.
Severus kissed Remus hungrily, brushing his fingers over Remus' nipples.
Groaning into the kiss, Remus tangled his fingers in Severus' hair. God, this was comforting and arousing all at once.
Severus gasped, enjoying the fingers in his hair. He pinched Remus' nipples, kissing Remus passionately.
"God!" Remus murmured when the kiss ended. "Severus, so perfect!"
Severus smirked, pleased. "Yeah, you are too." He undid Remus' trousers, sliding a hand inside.
"Ah!" Remus gasped, relishing the pleasure that sent through him. He tightened his grip on Severus' hair, though he didn't actually pull.
"Nnn," Severus muttered, liking the fingers in his hair. He rubbed Remus' cock through his pants teasingly.
"Merlin," Remus groaned, his breathing speeding up. He loved this.
Severus leaned in to suck on Remus' neck, sliding his hand inside Remus' pants. His hand only brushed over Remus' erection, though, moving lower to cup and roll his balls. He nipped at the damp skin a little.
"Severus," Remus hissed, tugging very gently on Severus' hair. "God, love that!"
Severus let out a muffled groan, enjoying that almost as much as the feel of Remus in his hand. He shifted his fingertips to tease lower, at that patch of skin behind Remus' balls. He just loved touching Remus so bloody much.
"Oh, Merlin, fuck!" Remus groaned, writhing and shivering slightly. "Keep touching me, God, please, yes!" He slid one hand down to scratch his nails lightly across Severus' shoulderblades.
Severus was thrilled with that reaction, and so kept rubbing at that spot he'd found, shivering a little under Remus' nails.
Remus let out an incoherent whimper and dug his nails in. With his other hand he tugged Severus' hair again.
"Ah, fuck," Severus gasped, delighted. He shifted, trying to press his erection against some part of Remus, but it was difficult for how they were sitting.
Remus felt him shifting and wondered if they should move. But he was so distracted! He grunted and took his hand from Severus' shoulder to fumble at his cock.
That felt good - it wasn't nearly enough, but it felt good - but Severus was more concerned with Remus at the moment. He pressed into the spot, curling his free arm around Remus' back to hold him close, then shifted his hand back up to cup Remus' balls again. He wanted to tease Remus' entrance, but it was difficult when Remus was sitting.
Remus let out a muffled cry, pressing against Severus. "God, you're--I love your hands! Weren't you undressing me?"
"Nn, but this is more fun," Severus murmured against Remus' neck. If his wand was in his pocket, he could do a banishing charm or two...
Remus tilted his head slightly to lean against Severus'. "Far be it from me to ruin your fun," he murmured, and ghosted his fingers over Severus' arousal as best he could. It would be good to get Severus undressed, too.
"I just love making you enjoy yourself like this," Severus said quietly, sliding his fingertips back up Remus' arousal. "Thinking that despite our pasts, I'm the only one you let touch you like this. And if I can get to my wand, I can just banish our clothes, which would be a lot easier..."
Remus felt a spike of desire at Severus' first words, though he wondered if Severus chose to ignore the part of Remus' past where he'd slept with a good forty or fifty other men. He clung to Severus, moaning softly. "God, Severus!"
"I love you," Severus continued as he stroked. "To think that I might've lost you over... someone else..." he trailed off lamely, remembering too late how much Remus hated to be reminded of Lucius.
Well, perhaps he wasn't ignoring that part. "I never wanted any of them but you," Remus murmured breathlessly. "You're the only person who's ever mattered to me."
Oh, obviously they weren't thinking of the same people. "Even though before me you shagged a few others?" Severus teased.
Oh. A few. Perhaps he was. Remus shivered slightly and clung to Severus more tightly. "Never anyone but you," he swore, kissing Severus' neck.
"Merlin, and I was so clueless at first," Severus said, smirking. "I'm so glad it worked out." He finally got to his wand and did two banishing charms.
"Yes," Remus murmured. "Don't know what I'd do without you." He kissed his way up Severus' throat to his jaw.
"Mmm, nor I." Severus stroked Remus' bared erection, finding it much easier to manage now.
Remus gasped and arched against Severus, running one hand through Severus' hair while the other roamed over Severus' back. "Love touching you."
"Love when you touch me." No one had ever made Severus feel so desirable.
Remus growled softly in Severus' ear. "You're so bloody sexy." He closed his teeth gently on the lobe.
"Ohhh, you too!" Severus squeezed the head of Remus' cock gently. "Maybe we should go elsewhere."
Remus tensed and growled again, then pulled away from Severus' earlobe, sucking. "Bed?" he murmured, groping Severus.
Groaning, Severus nodded. "Oh yes we must."
Remus laughed softly and bit Severus' neck, his teeth gentle. "I want you to fuck me." And with those provocative words, he pulled away.
"Yes," Severus agreed again, "I want to." He stood and pulled Remus to guide Remus to his feet.
Watching Severus heatedly, Remus let himself be guided, unable to keep his hands off Severus entirely.
Looking into Remus' eyes, Severus suddenly got the impression that he was not really in control of this situation at all. He had a feeling that Remus was directing things more effectively than he was, though he'd thought he was. Not that it mattered, or it was some sort of contest, but it amused him. He pressed close to Remus, nudging Remus' thigh with his erection, and nipped his lower lip. Upstairs felt very far away, just then. "Come on," he uttered, pulling Remus toward the stairs.
Remus growled softly and went willingly, his gaze hungry on Severus.
When they got up the stairs, Severus led Remus into the bedroom and shut the door. He smirked and shifted their positions so he could back Remus onto the bed, watching his lover hungrily.
Remus sprawled onto the bed, stretching his arms over his head as he watched Severus. "God, I want you," he growled.
Severus found himself growling back, though he wasn't even certain how he was making that noise as he crawled onto the bed between Remus' thighs. He kept a predatory gaze on his lover, meeting his eyes all the while.
Remus smiled ferally at Severus, his heart pounding in anticipation. He loved it when Severus was the aggressor in bed. He felt so desired, so loved.
Stopping once he was crouched over Remus, Severus bent to give him a hungry, demanding kiss. He rubbed his thumbs across Remus' nipples and then smoothed his hands down across his stomach.
Gasping, Remus arched into Severus' hands, burying his hands in Severus' hair again. God, it felt so good to be together like this.
Severus tangled one hand possessively into Remus' hair and shifted a little so he could do with the other what he hadn't been able to reach before. He slid his hand around Remus' cock and balls and teased behind them, then let his fingertip circle Remus' entrance.
Remus let out a groan and pulled Severus down for another kiss. "Feels so good," he whispered between kisses.
"Yeah, I like making you feel good," Severus murmured, sliding his finger inside and moving it around. "Want you to feel really good."
That made Remus arch again, letting out a whimper. "God, yes, really good!" he agreed, his fingers tightening in Severus' hair.
Severus inserted another and scissored them, nipping Remus' bottom lip. He suddenly wanted to ask for a blow job, but he didn't think he'd have the strength of will to stop before he came, and then he wouldn't be able to fuck Remus like he wanted.
Remus yelped with the pleasure that sent through him. He kissed Severus again deeply, stroking one hand down Severus' back.
Severus returned the kiss, smirking. "You're so bloody sexy," he muttered. "Want to fuck you so bad. Aching to be inside you." He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, pushing in slowly.
"Oh, God, Severus, fuck, yeah!" Remus gasped, clutching at Severus. "So fucking sexy!"
Severus groaned as his cock sank home inside Remus. He gripped Remus' shoulders tightly and leaned over him, then pulled out and pushed back in, gasping for the pleasure of it. Slowly, he began to feel out a rhythm that way.
Merlin, this slow pace was going to be the death of Remus. He arched and moaned, moving with Severus and concentrating on how wonderful this felt. His hands clutched at Severus' hips, keeping him close.
That felt so good, the way Remus was holding him. Severus made a noise of pleasure, kissing and nipping at Remus' throat. He found that it was difficult to keep control, to go slow, even though he was enjoying the exquisite feel of Remus' body, gripping him tightly, encasing him in pleasure. Or perhaps because he felt those things, he was unable to go slow. "Sorry," he gasped, and then let himself go, his hips snapping forward. He moved one hand to push up Remus' leg, clutching it as his rhythm became fast and hard.
Remus let out a sharp cry as Severus' pace suddenly increased. Oh Merlin, it was perfect, it was so bloody perfect! He just grunted and clutched Severus more tightly.
Severus only hoped that wasn't a cry of distress, though the way Remus reacted with his body seemed to imply that it wasn't. He dug his fingertips into the underside of Remus' thigh with one hand and his opposite hip with the other, murmuring soppish things to Remus as he fucked him hard, control so easily lost. "Love you, god yes, fuck yes, fuck! So good!"
Merlin, those words had nearly as much effect on him as Severus' movements did. Remus made pleased, needy noises, freeing one hand to stroke it over Severus' bare skin. He traced muscles and circled nipples, tweaking them lightly. "Severus, my Severus," he crooned softly.
"Your Severus," Severus gasped, happy and pleased and aroused, Remus' touches spurring him on. His every thrust rocked Remus' body, which made kissing him difficult, though Severus nipped at his neck sharply in consolation - something he thought Remus would appreciate. "Going to fuck you so you'll never forget who you belong to," he muttered.
Remus let out a noise that was half groan, half growl, and arched his head back, baring his throat for Severus. "Yes, yes, yours!" he panted, gasping at the pleasure coursing through him. Merlin, it was rough, and it hurt a bit, but the pleasure behind it was too strong to be denied.
"Love you," Severus gasped after a particularly hard thrust. "Always!" He licked Remus' throat, and then let his thrusts go a bit more shallow - still forceful, but he was rocking hard into Remus now instead of fucking him, his balls drawing up as he felt his climax near.
"God, God, yes!" Remus managed. He whimpered and clenched around Severus, massaging his arse. "Love you!"
"Fuck," Severus panted, enjoying the feel of Remus' hands on his arse. He tweaked Remus' nipples, licking a trail up Remus' neck to his ear and then bathing the shell, though he couldn't have said why. Meanwhile, however, he held Remus tightly and felt himself right on the edge, just needing a little extra stimulus to get himself off.
"Severus!" Remus gasped, the fingers of one hand finding Severus' nipples again and tweaking them. "Love you so much! Bite me! Claim me!"
Severus let out a groan, shifting his head back down quickly to bite harshly at the right spot. Blood flooded his tongue, sparking his taste buds as well as his desire. He groaned, dug his fingers in as his hips abruptly jumped forward savagely, and then came with a strangled cry as he failed at not making a sound.
Shouting, Remus arched against Severus, feeling the flood of Severus' release deep inside him. He rocked against Severus, trying to get friction for his aching cock. He loved watching Severus' face when he came. It was so sexy.
Severus collapsed against Remus, but then rolled off, fumbling a hand over Remus' cock. He stroked Remus firmly, wanting to make it good for him.
"'m'yours, Severus!" Remus uttered, lifting his hips slightly to encourage Severus' hand. "Love how you fuck me, love how you use me! Yours!" God, he was so close. He tangled one hand in Severus' hair and let the other slip up to play with his own nipples, as he strained towards release.
Severus thought about batting one of Remus' hands away to help with his nipples, but the sight was just... so bloody pleasing. Severus was mesmerized watching Remus play with his own nipples. He used his other hand to instead insert two fingers back inside Remus, fucking him with them as he stroked his cock. Merlin, what a beautiful sight.
"Oh, oh, God!" Remus cried, his voice strangled with surprise and pleasure. He panted desperately, straining, reaching--and when he gave himself a particularly hard pinch, he felt himself tensing. A moment later he came with a shout, staring at Severus.
Severus watched, entranced, as Remus came, his expression lost to pleasure. "Merlin you're perfect," he whispered, then pulled Remus close as he cast a cleaning charm on them both. "Love you."
Remus barely registed the words at first, then he just smiled when he did. He wrapped his arms around Severus and clung to him. "Love you so much," he agreed.
Severus happily wrapped Remus into his embrace and held him tightly. "Good."
"And I'm yours, for always." Remus closed his eyes, feeling so relaxed.
"Yes," Severus agreed adamantly, "and I'm yours."