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nnyLJ is behaving very oddly tonight. Hmmm.
I have decided to post my SSFQF story here, because I really have no idea where else to archive it, apart from the fest website.
It is NC-17, with violence and hints of non-con, so be warned. Snape/Lupin, with mention of Lupin/Black and Snape/Lucius.
TITLE: Hidden
AUTHOR: Nny
PAIRING: SS/RL, mention of SS/LM and RL/SB
RATING: NC17
DISCLAIMER: They belong to JK Rowling, not me. I make no money, either from this or from real life, so suing me would be a waste of everyone's time.
SUMMARY: Snape receives a visit.
NOTES: Part of the Severus Snape Fuh-Q-Fest. Response to scenario #19: First Date Blues. Many many thanks to Alysun, for approving, and UnderLucius for beating my muses into submission. Thankyou to Bernice, for helping me with wolf behaviour. Couldn't have done it without you.
WARNINGS: Mention of violence and hints of non-con.
SPOILERS: WARNING! THIS STORY TAKES PLACE AFTER OOTP!Kay?
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Hidden
by Nny
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He was unsurprised when he heard the knock at his door just after midnight. Why else had he been sitting in the semi darkness, cradling a half-drunk glass of scotch and staring at the empty fireplace? He would never admit he'd been waiting.
He placed the glass on the coffee table, walked over to the door and pulled it open, turning as it swung wide and walking back to his winged armchair, settling into its shadows. "Good evening, Lupin."
"Severus." The werewolf's hoarse voice was huskier than in the daytime, a little unsteady; it always was, but not from alcohol. There was power in that fact, somewhere, but he wasn't sure with whom it lay.
Lupin's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes glittered strangely in the candlelight, the shadows cast across his face making him look feral and dangerous and a million miles from the sedate Order member part he played. He was beautiful in the half-light
Half human
And Severus couldn't prevent himself from drinking in the sight while he was allowed.
"How was your... date?"
There was a flash of anger at the question, as there always was. This was against the rules. He was not supposed to mention anything that existed outside of these walls.
"Fine. Tonks is good company." He did not need to add that she wasn't what he needed- why else would he be standing in the dungeons? "How was your evening?" Snape's lip curled, and though Lupin couldn't possibly have seen his face in the shadows, the other man smirked as if he knew he'd scored a direct hit. Snape's evening had been the same as every evening before, and no doubt the same as every evening to come. Alone.
"Was there something you wanted, Lupin?" Snape said silkily.
Lupin bared his teeth in something that wasn't quite a grin and stalked slowly toward Snape, stopping just beyond arms length. He tilted his head to one side.
"What do you think, Severus?" Snape struggled to suppress the slight shudder that ran through him at the change in Lupin's voice. The other man was growling his words now, the hunger in his tone making the hairs on the back of Snape's neck stand on end. His arousal grew, along with the slight edge of fear, as Lupin scented the air and licked his lips, his eyelids growing heavy. "What do you want?"
Snape remained silent, grateful for the shadows that concealed him.
"You smell so good, Severus." Lupin started to move, slowly walking around the armchair in which he sat. Another thrill of fear/lust/shame made him bite his lip as the werewolf continued. "Like sex and snow and cinnamon." There was silence for a moment, and then warmth against his cheek and a breathed "delicious". There was the slightest electric contact of a tongue against his ear for an instant, sending a torrent of heat racing through him, but Lupin backed away as soon as he involuntarily turned his head toward the contact.
"Go to hell, Lupin." But he was damned as well, for the tremor in his voice that he couldn't quite conceal.
"Too late, Severus." The werewolf's voice was thoughtful and melancholy; he had circled behind the armchair again, and the slightest brush of a hand ghosted over Severus' hair for an instant before he continued. "We're in hell already, wouldn't you agree? Me because mine is gone, and you because yours wants another." That was true enough, but not the way that Lupin thought- it was a while now since Lucius had been replaced in his fantasies. But it was an easy fiction to hide behind.
He stood, suddenly. It was his custom to let this little scene play out for much longer, but it had been almost a month this time since he had been sought out, and he was not in the mood for needless introspection. Lupin would never make his move unless he sensed that Snape was tiring of the play, so he swept to the door and pulled it open, gesturing with his other arm that Lupin should leave. He revelled in the bruising force with which he was pulled around and crushed against the wall, lost himself in the other man's forceful mouth.
Remus... Lupin seemed so much hotter than other men he had touched, when they were pressed together like this. Heat radiated from him as if he had a fever, and his tongue burned a trail into Snape's mouth, igniting a flame in the pit of his stomach that burned almost painfully.
The branding kisses trailed away from his mouth, moving down his jaw and onto his throat, and he moaned painfully, a harsh grating sound that sounded nothing like his usually so controlled voice. It scared him, and he struggled to regain his equilibrium.
"No!" he gasped, as Lupin fumbled at the fly of his trousers.
"No?" Lupin smirked at him, his lips looking swollen and bitten and so tempting that Snape could barely prevent himself from leaning forward again.
"No." It was as much an order to himself as to Lupin. "Take it off."
Again the flash of anger that he so hated himself for reacting to, and then Lupin was reaching for his wand. He tapped it three times on the ring finger of his left hand and muttered "confiteor".
Shimmering slightly at first and then becoming more solid, a ring appeared on his finger as the glamour that he so carefully applied every morning was removed. It was a masterpiece of its kind- wrought in silver, it had embedded within it a gem that looked like crystal, but which Snape knew to be solidified magic; it would keep the lock of black hair within in a static, unchanging field for as long as the ring existed.
Snape knew that he was the only one who knew about the ring. It was a simple enough spell to see past, but Lupin's was bound to, and reinforced by, the pure magic stone on the ring- besides, who would think to look on his hand for such a vanity enhancing spell? Usually they were only used on the face, covering unsightly blemishes.
It would be so easy for him to ignore its existence... but Snape found that he needed the constant tactile reminder, burning him like a brand across his skin: This Is Not For You. He needed the knowledge that Black was still present, that though there was nothing physical of the man left, though there had never even been a body they could bury, he still retained his hold over Lupin. That there was no chance that Lupin would ever remove the sign of his enslavement- and most certainly not for him.
Their kisses held an edge of desperation, now. There had been an acknowledgement of Black's presence, and Lupin no longer had to pretend to be something he was not, so he could fully let himself go. He kissed Snape fiercely, growling low in his throat as he pressed himself forward against the other man; and Snape was left in no doubt of the other man's arousal. He gave as good as he was getting, fisting his fingers in Lupin's greying hair and biting harshly at his lips, pushing his hips forward against the other man so that his erection ground into Lupin's stomach.
The werewolf pulled away from Snape's kiss, panting harshly. Snape nodded toward his bedroom, far beyond being able to form coherent sentences, but Lupin just smirked and ground the heel of his hand against the bulge in Snape's trousers, making him gasp.
Snape undid a few buttons on Lupin's robe, allowing him to slide his cool hands inside. The other man hissed and began to fumble at Snape's buttons, and he permitted himself the slightest smirk at Lupin's muffled curse, but it quickly faded when his robes were grasped firmly and yanked apart, sending tiny buttons spinning all over the dungeons. His protest was lost in a groan as Lupin latched onto a nipple and bit down- hard enough to bruise. He always left marks where they would be hidden.
The pain at his chest almost completely distracted him from what Lupin was doing with his hands, so the tight grasp suddenly surrounding his cock made him cry out. He looked down to see the other man staring up at him, eyes aflame in his shadowed face, Snape's open trousers framing the cock that was held in one long-fingered hand. The look that crossed the werewolf's face terrified him- so primal and hungry, it reminded him of the instant he had glimpsed the wolf at the end of the passageway at the Shrieking Shack.
The next instant, he collapsed fully against the wall- his knees would no longer support him as his cock was licked from base to head, then sucked into wet, blazing heat that was almost painful in its intensity. Faintly he heard himself moaning, but his ears were filled with the roaring of an inferno.
He closed his eyes, the feeling of unreality so intense that he couldn't look at anything involved in his normal life, and looking down at Lupin was entirely out of the question. He was barely holding onto his sanity as it was- he could feel little crescents of pain as his fingernails bit into the skin of his palms- and he only just managed to prevent himself from thrusting forward into the other man's mouth, forcing him to take more, to take everything.
Then... nothing. His eyes flew open again as the moist heat suddenly deserted him, and Lupin grabbed his hips with a snarl, pulling him forward until he collapsed on top of the other man, his knees and hands impacting jarringly with the freezing stone. Lupin rolled them over until Snape was beneath him, then ripped his robe back and bit down on his shoulder hard enough to cause half moons of blood to well up. He cried out again, in mingled pain and fear, and detested his increased arousal at the werewolf's actions.
Lupin grabbed hold of his trousers and yanked them down roughly, leaving them tangled around his shoes as he forced Snape's legs apart and lowered his face to his arse, sniffing hungrily before sliding his tongue out and tasting; Snape let out a whimper as he was delicately licked and then Lupin's tongue was forced ruthlessly inside him- he tried to pull away from the overload of sensation, but the other man's fingers were bruising on his hips and there was no way of escape.
His muscles spasmed in protest against the invasion, and Lupin growled low in his throat in response. Snape could barely draw enough oxygen into his lungs, and his breath was coming in short, sharp pants as the other man continued his exquisite torture. He slowly felt his muscles relax under the onslaught, but they tensed up instantly as Lupin forced two fingers into him. He let out a harsh caw.
"Merlin! Lupin, what the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice sounded rusty, harsh to his ears after long minutes of silence. He pulled away from the invading presence, and glared at the other man... who returned the look with a gaze that was barely human. The look in his eyes had none of the rationality and calm that was so much a part of Remus Lupin's character, and his lip was curled in a silent snarl- even his incisors seemed to have grown slightly, making him look wild and dangerous.
Snape wasn't particularly adept at wandless magic, but he concentrated the full force of his will behind the quiet "accio lubricant," the focussed pain and desire and need channelling his magic enough that a small jar flew from on of the numerous shelves lining the walls of the room and directly into his waiting hand. He knew there was no way he would escape from this tonight (and a traitorous part of him asked if he really wanted to), but he was damned if he wouldn't make it as easy on himself as possible.
He unscrewed the lid and forced the jar into Lupin's hand, the other man looking at it uncomprehendingly for a second before a little flicker of human consciousness appeared behind his eyes and he pushed his fingers into the cool, pale green balm contained within.
Snape rolled over and raised himself onto protesting hands and knees- the angle of entry would be easier and...
And he wouldn't have to see Lupin's face.
Fingers were pushed inside him again, though this time the invasion was far less harsh- yet, despite the cooling lubricant that eased their way, they still burned painfully. He hid his wince even though there was no one to see.
The fingers scissored apart, gently, stretching him, and though he had borne the pain, the tenderness undid him. He thrust backward against the fingers.
"Get it over with, Lupin," he snarled.
There was a moment's hesitation, then hot hands grasped his hips again, managing to press against bruises that already marked him. Then stretching pain at his entrance, burning heat that was barely tempered by the balm used, and Lupin was sliding inside him, possessing him.
It felt like he was coming apart.
Lupin groaned loudly from behind him as he started to move, paining him with every thrust... until the angle changed slightly and he couldn't prevent himself from moaning aloud as Lupin hit his prostate, sending a molten wave of pleasure through him. He thrust back against the other man, the edge of pain reminding him of Lucius' brutality; and his head fell forward, dark hair in a curtain across his eyes, as he tried to dismiss other, more painful images.
The memories were dismissed when a rough hand curled around to take hold of his cock, jerking it roughly in time with the other man's thrusts which were gathering speed; Lucius had never been concerned with any pleasure other than his own.
Lupin thrust one final time, crying out wildly as he emptied himself into Snape; then he collapsed forward on top of him, blanketing him in heat, and bit down hard on the nape of Snape's neck, hard enough to draw blood, to claim him with ice-cold fire. The pain drew his orgasm out of him as the pleasure had not, and he came with a harsh sob that caught in his throat.
He lay with his burning face pressed against the freezing stone, panting harshly for an interminable amount of time. Finally he managed to roll over, to prop himself up on his elbows.
Lupin was on his hands and knees, greying hair hanging in his face, his breath catching in his throat and sounding close to sobs.
"Severus," a low, shaking voice, almost too quiet to hear, "Merlin, Severus, I'm so sorry." He looked up then, and the pain in his eyes...
"Get out," Snape answered; and his voice sounded dead.
Ignoring the other man's presence, he pulled his trousers up and got painfully to his feet, holding his tattered robes around him as best he could as he made his way to the bathroom. He forced himself not to limp, not to wince with every step.
The bathroom mirror had no sarcastic comments. It just let out a pained sounding hiss, then left him in silence as he examined the marks that had been left. Most would be covered by a fresh set of robes, and his hair was long enough, lank enough to conceal the bite mark that marred the back of his neck. That left only his kiss-bruised lips, and it was simple enough to cast a glamour over those.
Lupin was not the only one adept at hiding that which others must not see.
End
Uni computers don't seem to like the fest website, so now I have somewhere I can find it. =)
I'm all hung over and stuff. Not feeling happy. Ugh. *g*
I have decided to post my SSFQF story here, because I really have no idea where else to archive it, apart from the fest website.
It is NC-17, with violence and hints of non-con, so be warned. Snape/Lupin, with mention of Lupin/Black and Snape/Lucius.
TITLE: Hidden
AUTHOR: Nny
PAIRING: SS/RL, mention of SS/LM and RL/SB
RATING: NC17
DISCLAIMER: They belong to JK Rowling, not me. I make no money, either from this or from real life, so suing me would be a waste of everyone's time.
SUMMARY: Snape receives a visit.
NOTES: Part of the Severus Snape Fuh-Q-Fest. Response to scenario #19: First Date Blues. Many many thanks to Alysun, for approving, and UnderLucius for beating my muses into submission. Thankyou to Bernice, for helping me with wolf behaviour. Couldn't have done it without you.
WARNINGS: Mention of violence and hints of non-con.
SPOILERS: WARNING! THIS STORY TAKES PLACE AFTER OOTP!Kay?
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Hidden
by Nny
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He was unsurprised when he heard the knock at his door just after midnight. Why else had he been sitting in the semi darkness, cradling a half-drunk glass of scotch and staring at the empty fireplace? He would never admit he'd been waiting.
He placed the glass on the coffee table, walked over to the door and pulled it open, turning as it swung wide and walking back to his winged armchair, settling into its shadows. "Good evening, Lupin."
"Severus." The werewolf's hoarse voice was huskier than in the daytime, a little unsteady; it always was, but not from alcohol. There was power in that fact, somewhere, but he wasn't sure with whom it lay.
Lupin's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes glittered strangely in the candlelight, the shadows cast across his face making him look feral and dangerous and a million miles from the sedate Order member part he played. He was beautiful in the half-light
Half human
And Severus couldn't prevent himself from drinking in the sight while he was allowed.
"How was your... date?"
There was a flash of anger at the question, as there always was. This was against the rules. He was not supposed to mention anything that existed outside of these walls.
"Fine. Tonks is good company." He did not need to add that she wasn't what he needed- why else would he be standing in the dungeons? "How was your evening?" Snape's lip curled, and though Lupin couldn't possibly have seen his face in the shadows, the other man smirked as if he knew he'd scored a direct hit. Snape's evening had been the same as every evening before, and no doubt the same as every evening to come. Alone.
"Was there something you wanted, Lupin?" Snape said silkily.
Lupin bared his teeth in something that wasn't quite a grin and stalked slowly toward Snape, stopping just beyond arms length. He tilted his head to one side.
"What do you think, Severus?" Snape struggled to suppress the slight shudder that ran through him at the change in Lupin's voice. The other man was growling his words now, the hunger in his tone making the hairs on the back of Snape's neck stand on end. His arousal grew, along with the slight edge of fear, as Lupin scented the air and licked his lips, his eyelids growing heavy. "What do you want?"
Snape remained silent, grateful for the shadows that concealed him.
"You smell so good, Severus." Lupin started to move, slowly walking around the armchair in which he sat. Another thrill of fear/lust/shame made him bite his lip as the werewolf continued. "Like sex and snow and cinnamon." There was silence for a moment, and then warmth against his cheek and a breathed "delicious". There was the slightest electric contact of a tongue against his ear for an instant, sending a torrent of heat racing through him, but Lupin backed away as soon as he involuntarily turned his head toward the contact.
"Go to hell, Lupin." But he was damned as well, for the tremor in his voice that he couldn't quite conceal.
"Too late, Severus." The werewolf's voice was thoughtful and melancholy; he had circled behind the armchair again, and the slightest brush of a hand ghosted over Severus' hair for an instant before he continued. "We're in hell already, wouldn't you agree? Me because mine is gone, and you because yours wants another." That was true enough, but not the way that Lupin thought- it was a while now since Lucius had been replaced in his fantasies. But it was an easy fiction to hide behind.
He stood, suddenly. It was his custom to let this little scene play out for much longer, but it had been almost a month this time since he had been sought out, and he was not in the mood for needless introspection. Lupin would never make his move unless he sensed that Snape was tiring of the play, so he swept to the door and pulled it open, gesturing with his other arm that Lupin should leave. He revelled in the bruising force with which he was pulled around and crushed against the wall, lost himself in the other man's forceful mouth.
Remus... Lupin seemed so much hotter than other men he had touched, when they were pressed together like this. Heat radiated from him as if he had a fever, and his tongue burned a trail into Snape's mouth, igniting a flame in the pit of his stomach that burned almost painfully.
The branding kisses trailed away from his mouth, moving down his jaw and onto his throat, and he moaned painfully, a harsh grating sound that sounded nothing like his usually so controlled voice. It scared him, and he struggled to regain his equilibrium.
"No!" he gasped, as Lupin fumbled at the fly of his trousers.
"No?" Lupin smirked at him, his lips looking swollen and bitten and so tempting that Snape could barely prevent himself from leaning forward again.
"No." It was as much an order to himself as to Lupin. "Take it off."
Again the flash of anger that he so hated himself for reacting to, and then Lupin was reaching for his wand. He tapped it three times on the ring finger of his left hand and muttered "confiteor".
Shimmering slightly at first and then becoming more solid, a ring appeared on his finger as the glamour that he so carefully applied every morning was removed. It was a masterpiece of its kind- wrought in silver, it had embedded within it a gem that looked like crystal, but which Snape knew to be solidified magic; it would keep the lock of black hair within in a static, unchanging field for as long as the ring existed.
Snape knew that he was the only one who knew about the ring. It was a simple enough spell to see past, but Lupin's was bound to, and reinforced by, the pure magic stone on the ring- besides, who would think to look on his hand for such a vanity enhancing spell? Usually they were only used on the face, covering unsightly blemishes.
It would be so easy for him to ignore its existence... but Snape found that he needed the constant tactile reminder, burning him like a brand across his skin: This Is Not For You. He needed the knowledge that Black was still present, that though there was nothing physical of the man left, though there had never even been a body they could bury, he still retained his hold over Lupin. That there was no chance that Lupin would ever remove the sign of his enslavement- and most certainly not for him.
Their kisses held an edge of desperation, now. There had been an acknowledgement of Black's presence, and Lupin no longer had to pretend to be something he was not, so he could fully let himself go. He kissed Snape fiercely, growling low in his throat as he pressed himself forward against the other man; and Snape was left in no doubt of the other man's arousal. He gave as good as he was getting, fisting his fingers in Lupin's greying hair and biting harshly at his lips, pushing his hips forward against the other man so that his erection ground into Lupin's stomach.
The werewolf pulled away from Snape's kiss, panting harshly. Snape nodded toward his bedroom, far beyond being able to form coherent sentences, but Lupin just smirked and ground the heel of his hand against the bulge in Snape's trousers, making him gasp.
Snape undid a few buttons on Lupin's robe, allowing him to slide his cool hands inside. The other man hissed and began to fumble at Snape's buttons, and he permitted himself the slightest smirk at Lupin's muffled curse, but it quickly faded when his robes were grasped firmly and yanked apart, sending tiny buttons spinning all over the dungeons. His protest was lost in a groan as Lupin latched onto a nipple and bit down- hard enough to bruise. He always left marks where they would be hidden.
The pain at his chest almost completely distracted him from what Lupin was doing with his hands, so the tight grasp suddenly surrounding his cock made him cry out. He looked down to see the other man staring up at him, eyes aflame in his shadowed face, Snape's open trousers framing the cock that was held in one long-fingered hand. The look that crossed the werewolf's face terrified him- so primal and hungry, it reminded him of the instant he had glimpsed the wolf at the end of the passageway at the Shrieking Shack.
The next instant, he collapsed fully against the wall- his knees would no longer support him as his cock was licked from base to head, then sucked into wet, blazing heat that was almost painful in its intensity. Faintly he heard himself moaning, but his ears were filled with the roaring of an inferno.
He closed his eyes, the feeling of unreality so intense that he couldn't look at anything involved in his normal life, and looking down at Lupin was entirely out of the question. He was barely holding onto his sanity as it was- he could feel little crescents of pain as his fingernails bit into the skin of his palms- and he only just managed to prevent himself from thrusting forward into the other man's mouth, forcing him to take more, to take everything.
Then... nothing. His eyes flew open again as the moist heat suddenly deserted him, and Lupin grabbed his hips with a snarl, pulling him forward until he collapsed on top of the other man, his knees and hands impacting jarringly with the freezing stone. Lupin rolled them over until Snape was beneath him, then ripped his robe back and bit down on his shoulder hard enough to cause half moons of blood to well up. He cried out again, in mingled pain and fear, and detested his increased arousal at the werewolf's actions.
Lupin grabbed hold of his trousers and yanked them down roughly, leaving them tangled around his shoes as he forced Snape's legs apart and lowered his face to his arse, sniffing hungrily before sliding his tongue out and tasting; Snape let out a whimper as he was delicately licked and then Lupin's tongue was forced ruthlessly inside him- he tried to pull away from the overload of sensation, but the other man's fingers were bruising on his hips and there was no way of escape.
His muscles spasmed in protest against the invasion, and Lupin growled low in his throat in response. Snape could barely draw enough oxygen into his lungs, and his breath was coming in short, sharp pants as the other man continued his exquisite torture. He slowly felt his muscles relax under the onslaught, but they tensed up instantly as Lupin forced two fingers into him. He let out a harsh caw.
"Merlin! Lupin, what the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice sounded rusty, harsh to his ears after long minutes of silence. He pulled away from the invading presence, and glared at the other man... who returned the look with a gaze that was barely human. The look in his eyes had none of the rationality and calm that was so much a part of Remus Lupin's character, and his lip was curled in a silent snarl- even his incisors seemed to have grown slightly, making him look wild and dangerous.
Snape wasn't particularly adept at wandless magic, but he concentrated the full force of his will behind the quiet "accio lubricant," the focussed pain and desire and need channelling his magic enough that a small jar flew from on of the numerous shelves lining the walls of the room and directly into his waiting hand. He knew there was no way he would escape from this tonight (and a traitorous part of him asked if he really wanted to), but he was damned if he wouldn't make it as easy on himself as possible.
He unscrewed the lid and forced the jar into Lupin's hand, the other man looking at it uncomprehendingly for a second before a little flicker of human consciousness appeared behind his eyes and he pushed his fingers into the cool, pale green balm contained within.
Snape rolled over and raised himself onto protesting hands and knees- the angle of entry would be easier and...
And he wouldn't have to see Lupin's face.
Fingers were pushed inside him again, though this time the invasion was far less harsh- yet, despite the cooling lubricant that eased their way, they still burned painfully. He hid his wince even though there was no one to see.
The fingers scissored apart, gently, stretching him, and though he had borne the pain, the tenderness undid him. He thrust backward against the fingers.
"Get it over with, Lupin," he snarled.
There was a moment's hesitation, then hot hands grasped his hips again, managing to press against bruises that already marked him. Then stretching pain at his entrance, burning heat that was barely tempered by the balm used, and Lupin was sliding inside him, possessing him.
It felt like he was coming apart.
Lupin groaned loudly from behind him as he started to move, paining him with every thrust... until the angle changed slightly and he couldn't prevent himself from moaning aloud as Lupin hit his prostate, sending a molten wave of pleasure through him. He thrust back against the other man, the edge of pain reminding him of Lucius' brutality; and his head fell forward, dark hair in a curtain across his eyes, as he tried to dismiss other, more painful images.
The memories were dismissed when a rough hand curled around to take hold of his cock, jerking it roughly in time with the other man's thrusts which were gathering speed; Lucius had never been concerned with any pleasure other than his own.
Lupin thrust one final time, crying out wildly as he emptied himself into Snape; then he collapsed forward on top of him, blanketing him in heat, and bit down hard on the nape of Snape's neck, hard enough to draw blood, to claim him with ice-cold fire. The pain drew his orgasm out of him as the pleasure had not, and he came with a harsh sob that caught in his throat.
He lay with his burning face pressed against the freezing stone, panting harshly for an interminable amount of time. Finally he managed to roll over, to prop himself up on his elbows.
Lupin was on his hands and knees, greying hair hanging in his face, his breath catching in his throat and sounding close to sobs.
"Severus," a low, shaking voice, almost too quiet to hear, "Merlin, Severus, I'm so sorry." He looked up then, and the pain in his eyes...
"Get out," Snape answered; and his voice sounded dead.
Ignoring the other man's presence, he pulled his trousers up and got painfully to his feet, holding his tattered robes around him as best he could as he made his way to the bathroom. He forced himself not to limp, not to wince with every step.
The bathroom mirror had no sarcastic comments. It just let out a pained sounding hiss, then left him in silence as he examined the marks that had been left. Most would be covered by a fresh set of robes, and his hair was long enough, lank enough to conceal the bite mark that marred the back of his neck. That left only his kiss-bruised lips, and it was simple enough to cast a glamour over those.
Lupin was not the only one adept at hiding that which others must not see.
End
Uni computers don't seem to like the fest website, so now I have somewhere I can find it. =)
I'm all hung over and stuff. Not feeling happy. Ugh. *g*
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Date: 2003-09-27 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-27 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-27 05:48 pm (UTC)*cuddles*pets hair*
Feel better soon!
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Date: 2003-09-27 08:07 pm (UTC)I too am looking for a NC-17 place to get archived. It's quite the struggle, isn't it?
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Date: 2003-10-27 10:01 pm (UTC)though he had borne the pain, the tenderness undid him.
I liked this. It was very sexy, with a nice, even pace and mood that you set at the beginning and kept up throughout. I especially liked your take on the werewolf in Lupin as well as the SB/RL relationship.
If I was your beta, (but of course I'm not, so feel free to ignore) I'd tell you that sometimes your sentences stretch on too long. Overall, it's not a big problem though. :)