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themostepotenteTitle: The Spiral Staircase
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lupin and Snape fuck where they fall.
Kinks: Rimming/Felching, Dirty talk, Mindgames/Manipulation/Humiliation
Length Long
Disclaimer: Oh, so not mine - this market's been cornered.
A/N: For the 'Three Kinks' Challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pornish_pixies. This is my first venture into Snupin. Dedicated to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lizardspots.
The Spiral Staircase
"Severus," Lupin panted, stopping mid-stairway, "I'm not going to make it another ten flights of stairs to the Astronomy Tower. Fuck me here." He looked up at Snape who had just reached the top step. Lupin was hunched over and catching his breath, his hands resting on his knees.
Without turning around, Snape said snidely, "Listen to you - huffing and puffing. Are you going to blow my house down, wolfman?"
"Very funny, Severus. You know this is a strain on me so close to the full moon. It's the only reason I'm even allowing you to top." Not entirely true, but what Snape didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"Is that so?" Snape asked, descending to Lupin. He trailed the nails of his right hand against the wall as if to sharpen them, like a blade to whetstone. Snape lifted Lupin's drooping chin with the underside of his index finger, pressing a longish nail into the fleshy groove. "Someone's liable to catch us. I don't fancy explaining my motivations to Albus. Do you?"
"Sirius would do it." That was all Lupin needed to say to jumpstart Snape's temper. Lupin's stomach tightened awaiting a response.
Snape rewarded Lupin with an open-handed slap to the cheek, expecting, no, demanding he flinch. "What have I told you about saying his name in my presence? It isn't enough that I've grown a moustache and a goatee because your physical preference leans towards 'scraggly?'" With them, Snape looked like a villain from the era of the silent silver screen. He was none too happy.
"That you don't like it. But it was the only way I could get you to grow facial hair. Have I told you lately that it makes me horny?" Lupin slipped a hand between Snape's legs, thumbing the woollen bulge of his trousers. He waited a moment, but Snape did nothing in the way of moving the offending (or not-so-offending) hand.
"Every bloody day since I relented. I'll have you know this itches something awful, Lupin." Snape narrowed his fathomless eyes up at Lupin, two steps taller than him. The sudden urge to scratch his moustache made him twitch.
"Mmm, but it feels wonderful against my cock." Lies made Pinocchio's nose grow, but just about anything Remus Lupin said made Snape's cock swell. Lupin baited for another slap. "Hairy men - 'real' men - like Sirius-" Lupin hit the wall with an oomph - prematurely greyed hair fanning against the wall behind him.
"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I was you," Snape snarled, baring yellowed teeth. He wedged his knee between Lupin's legs to prevent his escape. "But if you thought climbing ten flights of stairs was agonizing, you'll love the downward spiral bowlegged."
"I hope you make good on that threat, Severus." Feral eyes twinkled wickedly as he gave Snape a playful squeeze. Snape swallowed nervously, intestinal butterflies feeling as though they could lift and carry him off. Black was a tough act to follow.
"Kiss me, and I might be persuaded, Remus."
A throaty growl escaped Lupin, finding the trill on the 'R' to his name impossibly irresistible. Pressing his lips roughly to Snape's, Lupin could taste the distinct bitterness of absinthe, undiluted by sugar cubes. "You've been indulging again," Lupin managed in spite of tightly pressed lips - disappointment whirlpooling in the pit of his stomach.
Breaking their kiss, Snape vied for a more controlling position, flinging Lupin's hands above his head. "You leave me no choice when you turn to him." Snape's hollowed cheeks flushed, and for a moment, however brief, he wanted to hurt Black through his lover - their lover. "Now then," Snape roared in an authoritative voice, "did you wish to fuck or discuss the finer points of our dysfunctional relationship?"
"Oh, is that what we're calling it now?" Lupin winced almost imperceptibly at the harshness of Snape's tone, but the fire between his legs was shamefully kindled.
"Does 'fairy tale romance' warm the cockles of your 'happily ever after' heart?" Freeing up one hand, Snape reached between their bodies to unbuckle Lupin's trousers first and then his own. "Tell me, what colour is the sky in your world?" Insulting Lupin made his body tingle and his heart race - everything he had wanted to say in their school days but couldn't.
"Is this your idea of foreplay, Severus?" Lupin ran his tongue along his sharpened incisors knowingly. He loved to exploit Snape's weakness for biting, riddling his body with teeth marks. Just the inference sent a shiver down his spine.
"No, but this is." Another slap - this one to Lupin's left cheek. Snape watched delightedly as the hand imprint cooled - from angry red to rosy and back again. "Who would have thought such a scholarly boy liked having his face slapped?" Snape resumed their undressing from the waist down until both sets of trousers fell around their ankles with a whoosh. He was pleasantly surprised to find Lupin commando and 'saluting.'
"One less thing I have to worry about. And besides," Lupin purred into Snape's ear, "Sirius likes me ready at a moment's notice."
Snape slammed Lupin's pinned wrists up against the stone wall while trying to free himself of his braies. "I thought lycans were supposed to have superior hearing? I told you not to say his name, and now it's going to cost you. Step out of your right trouser leg." Snape's usual brand of cruelty, yet what he was about to suggest made the head of his prick purple with want. "Your lubricant privileges have just been revoked," Snape smiled triumphantly. "Give me your right leg - rest your foot on my thigh."
Lupin surrendered his leg, shifting his weight to compensate for supporting himself on just one. He watched as Snape used his pre-come to ease his entry somewhat. "Lean back and chest out," he ordered, forcing himself inside. The look on Snape's face was murderous.
Lupin yelped like an animal caught in the steeled jaws of a bear trap. Each push into his depths had the nerve endings of his arsehole ablaze. It was like trying to force a square peg through a round hole. The commotion caught the attention of a nearby suit of armour, clanging as it turned to investigate. Once his cock was inside as far as it would go, Snape took hold of Lupin by the underside of his knee, forcing his leg back in a most undignified manner. Lupin had discovered a muscle that hadn't been stretched in some time. "Bloody hell, Severus, I'm a professor not a contortionist!"
"That leg is the least of your worries," Snape laughed, invading Lupin's comfort zone. The playfulness went into overdrive, shifting from zero to sixty in five seconds flat.
Snape slammed into Lupin, the top button on his suit jacket striking Lupin's breastbone - the others filling gaps between the bones of his ribcage. Lupin was already beginning to acclimate to the pain associated with leg distension - he'd be good and limbered even before Snape was finished.
Lupin was practically bone-dry, and like parched desert brush caught fire in the absence of moisture, his arsehole burned with five-alarm heat. A few knuckle-dragging knocks of Lupin's pinned hands against the stone wall complimented the punishment down below before Snape loosened his grip and allowed them to fall. Lupin perched his hands on Snape's shoulders before sliding them down and wedging four fingers on each between buttonholes. He wanted at that smoothness, quick to point out the man fucking him was bare-chested - unlike Sirius.
Even Lupin found it hard to believe, lately, his own capacity for manipulation. If he wanted it hard and fast, he need only mention Black's sexual prowess and the powder keg that was Snape's temper exploded. It was worse than keeping up with the Jones'.
"You're much too smooth," Lupin teased, lifting Snape's white collar button-down from the bottom for better access. "Isn't there a potion you could make to stimulate hair follicles? Sirius has-" At that precise moment, Lupin felt a powerful thrust jostle his kidneys - and again, wrenching his leg along with it simultaneously, and still again, this time feeling as though Snape's cock would exit out the small of his back. Lupin would be feeling this fuck in the morning, and perhaps the next six mornings that concluded the week. Snape's eyes glinted with deadly venom, and he smiled his smile of candy-coated strychnine at Lupin. He continued to fuck Lupin into the stone bricking, pinning Lupin's cock with a sharp hipbone that smashed into him like a wrecking ball with demolition force.
Snape would have the pleasure of going this one solo, but their tryst was far from over. Shuddering against Lupin, he came inside him, spreading warmth throughout his lover's body - a warmth that left Lupin unsatisfied even though it dulled the aches and pains away. Snape let go of Lupin's leg, and he smirked at the pinched look of relief that washed over his ashen complexion. Lupin wanted to walk off the returning charley horse, but Snape was adamant against pulling out, still thrusting slowly to maintain his erection.
"Pain is the only masque that can disguise disappointment. Let me guess, Black always reciprocates. Black is never a selfish lover." Snape leaned his head back, turning it slightly. His jugular vein was just as pronounced as his nose was prominent from a side profile. Subtlety was never Severus Snape's strong suit when it came to his pleasure. "Coming is a privilege, not a right. Start by earning your keep."
"You mentioned his name this time, just remember," Lupin said with a feral grin, tilting Snape's head back even further.
Like the team of a matador and a bull, Lupin always saw 'red' where necks and biting fetishes were concerned. If Snape was brave enough to tempt the beast, he would come charging. And charging he came. Playful nips quickly became savage bites with hot kisses in-between so that Snape's brain could catch up with his body. Dazed and in a drunken-like stupor, if asked his name, Snape would be hard pressed to remember. His thrusting had slowed, and he unknowingly slipped out of Lupin's arse skirting his 'bridge of heaven' until it passed over his cock.
With their bodies so close and magnetically charged, Snape's cock grazed heatedly against his lover. Lupin always drew blood, sinking his teeth in to make fresh wounds while deepening the older ones. Snape's banded collar was a deep, rich red, ruby droplets trickling down his long neck before rolling underneath. He shivered helplessly to his knees, sinking, taking Lupin with him. The Captain always did go down with his ship. Before Snape was lost completely to the whims of his lover, Lupin pressed one last bloody kiss to his throat.
"Did I earn my keep, Severus?" Lupin knew that he had, but there was something about hearing Snape say it. He kicked his trousers off and watched as they tumbled a few steps, indicating 'down' with a nod of his head so that Snape would follow suit.
"I'm going to fuck the taste from your mouth. Does that answer your question?" He seemed to slip from the sleepy euphoria. "I want you on your stomach and sprawled vertically - head towards the top of the stairs."
Chin to his shoulder, Lupin watched as Snape hovered over him, palming his cock for a second and rougher fucking. Lupin was still faintly wet enough to accommodate Snape's cock, but he was pleasantly surprised to find himself rewarded with the rigid tip of a tongue rimming him clockwise. Pushing apart Lupin's cheeks, Snape pushed further in with each rotation.
"Taste yourself, Severus. Deeper." Lupin spread his legs further, reaching around to run his fingers through Snape's hair for comfort and encouragement.
Snape slid his tongue further in until his nose was buried in the cleft of Lupin's arse. The bristly hairs on Snape's face tickled him, and he wriggled his body like an inchworm. Lupin would do anything to see that Snape kept his facial hair. The rough feel of his beard was a pleasant reminder that Lupin preferred the company of men. Slow, methodical sweeps of his probing tongue found the bitterness of his own come, but that it came from within Lupin seemed to sweeten the taste.
Swirling his tongue up and out, Snape asked, "Are you ready for me?"
Lupin whimpered pathetically. He had never wanted Sirius this badly - Snape he needed. "Oh, God, yes," Lupin cried, feeling Snape's cock slide in at the 's' of his plea.
Lupin had the edges of three separate steps cut across his body with his cock dangling over the edge of one. His cheek was pressed against the coldness, and his arms were outstretched with his hands resting three steps above them. Snape was fucking him with all his might, and Lupin found himself gasping painfully when the step caught him in the chest. The force of Snape's thrusts rocked their bodies up and down the steps a little at a time, further each way. Pounding, driving, pistoning - anything to make them both come and come hard. Curling his fingers around the jagged edge of the step, Lupin slammed back into Snape to meet him mid-thrust, eager to set in motion the domino effect - one brutal climax after the other.
Snape's cock was insistent, striking Lupin's prostate repeatedly and unmercifully until he came, shuddering violently under Snape with needy moans. It wasn't long after that Snape came, bringing back the familiar feeling of warmth to Lupin. He collapsed on top of Lupin, finding himself crippled by multiple aftershocks. Neither was able to move. Neither wanted to. And then, to Snape's surprise, a striped feline appeared at the top of the stairwell.
"We have company, Lupin, and it isn't your beloved Black." Mrs Norris gave them a sinister little mrrowr, drifting by with a hard look at them, the tip of her tail twitching.
"We need to get moving, Severus. Where one is, the other isn't far behind."
Bones creaking and muscles aching, Snape proceeded to dismount Lupin when the light of a lantern blindsided him. It was caretaker Argus Filch.
"My sweet, are you down here?" Mrs Norris meowed a 'yes' in response. "I've been looking all over for-" But Argus Filch didn't finish his sentence. There, hiding behind Remus Lupin was Severus Snape. Holding Mrs Norris in front of his cock, Lupin replied mildly. "Looking for her?"
Fin
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lupin and Snape fuck where they fall.
Kinks: Rimming/Felching, Dirty talk, Mindgames/Manipulation/Humiliation
Length Long
Disclaimer: Oh, so not mine - this market's been cornered.
A/N: For the 'Three Kinks' Challenge at
pornish_pixies. This is my first venture into Snupin. Dedicated to lizardspots. "Severus," Lupin panted, stopping mid-stairway, "I'm not going to make it another ten flights of stairs to the Astronomy Tower. Fuck me here." He looked up at Snape who had just reached the top step. Lupin was hunched over and catching his breath, his hands resting on his knees.
Without turning around, Snape said snidely, "Listen to you - huffing and puffing. Are you going to blow my house down, wolfman?"
"Very funny, Severus. You know this is a strain on me so close to the full moon. It's the only reason I'm even allowing you to top." Not entirely true, but what Snape didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"Is that so?" Snape asked, descending to Lupin. He trailed the nails of his right hand against the wall as if to sharpen them, like a blade to whetstone. Snape lifted Lupin's drooping chin with the underside of his index finger, pressing a longish nail into the fleshy groove. "Someone's liable to catch us. I don't fancy explaining my motivations to Albus. Do you?"
"Sirius would do it." That was all Lupin needed to say to jumpstart Snape's temper. Lupin's stomach tightened awaiting a response.
Snape rewarded Lupin with an open-handed slap to the cheek, expecting, no, demanding he flinch. "What have I told you about saying his name in my presence? It isn't enough that I've grown a moustache and a goatee because your physical preference leans towards 'scraggly?'" With them, Snape looked like a villain from the era of the silent silver screen. He was none too happy.
"That you don't like it. But it was the only way I could get you to grow facial hair. Have I told you lately that it makes me horny?" Lupin slipped a hand between Snape's legs, thumbing the woollen bulge of his trousers. He waited a moment, but Snape did nothing in the way of moving the offending (or not-so-offending) hand.
"Every bloody day since I relented. I'll have you know this itches something awful, Lupin." Snape narrowed his fathomless eyes up at Lupin, two steps taller than him. The sudden urge to scratch his moustache made him twitch.
"Mmm, but it feels wonderful against my cock." Lies made Pinocchio's nose grow, but just about anything Remus Lupin said made Snape's cock swell. Lupin baited for another slap. "Hairy men - 'real' men - like Sirius-" Lupin hit the wall with an oomph - prematurely greyed hair fanning against the wall behind him.
"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I was you," Snape snarled, baring yellowed teeth. He wedged his knee between Lupin's legs to prevent his escape. "But if you thought climbing ten flights of stairs was agonizing, you'll love the downward spiral bowlegged."
"I hope you make good on that threat, Severus." Feral eyes twinkled wickedly as he gave Snape a playful squeeze. Snape swallowed nervously, intestinal butterflies feeling as though they could lift and carry him off. Black was a tough act to follow.
"Kiss me, and I might be persuaded, Remus."
A throaty growl escaped Lupin, finding the trill on the 'R' to his name impossibly irresistible. Pressing his lips roughly to Snape's, Lupin could taste the distinct bitterness of absinthe, undiluted by sugar cubes. "You've been indulging again," Lupin managed in spite of tightly pressed lips - disappointment whirlpooling in the pit of his stomach.
Breaking their kiss, Snape vied for a more controlling position, flinging Lupin's hands above his head. "You leave me no choice when you turn to him." Snape's hollowed cheeks flushed, and for a moment, however brief, he wanted to hurt Black through his lover - their lover. "Now then," Snape roared in an authoritative voice, "did you wish to fuck or discuss the finer points of our dysfunctional relationship?"
"Oh, is that what we're calling it now?" Lupin winced almost imperceptibly at the harshness of Snape's tone, but the fire between his legs was shamefully kindled.
"Does 'fairy tale romance' warm the cockles of your 'happily ever after' heart?" Freeing up one hand, Snape reached between their bodies to unbuckle Lupin's trousers first and then his own. "Tell me, what colour is the sky in your world?" Insulting Lupin made his body tingle and his heart race - everything he had wanted to say in their school days but couldn't.
"Is this your idea of foreplay, Severus?" Lupin ran his tongue along his sharpened incisors knowingly. He loved to exploit Snape's weakness for biting, riddling his body with teeth marks. Just the inference sent a shiver down his spine.
"No, but this is." Another slap - this one to Lupin's left cheek. Snape watched delightedly as the hand imprint cooled - from angry red to rosy and back again. "Who would have thought such a scholarly boy liked having his face slapped?" Snape resumed their undressing from the waist down until both sets of trousers fell around their ankles with a whoosh. He was pleasantly surprised to find Lupin commando and 'saluting.'
"One less thing I have to worry about. And besides," Lupin purred into Snape's ear, "Sirius likes me ready at a moment's notice."
Snape slammed Lupin's pinned wrists up against the stone wall while trying to free himself of his braies. "I thought lycans were supposed to have superior hearing? I told you not to say his name, and now it's going to cost you. Step out of your right trouser leg." Snape's usual brand of cruelty, yet what he was about to suggest made the head of his prick purple with want. "Your lubricant privileges have just been revoked," Snape smiled triumphantly. "Give me your right leg - rest your foot on my thigh."
Lupin surrendered his leg, shifting his weight to compensate for supporting himself on just one. He watched as Snape used his pre-come to ease his entry somewhat. "Lean back and chest out," he ordered, forcing himself inside. The look on Snape's face was murderous.
Lupin yelped like an animal caught in the steeled jaws of a bear trap. Each push into his depths had the nerve endings of his arsehole ablaze. It was like trying to force a square peg through a round hole. The commotion caught the attention of a nearby suit of armour, clanging as it turned to investigate. Once his cock was inside as far as it would go, Snape took hold of Lupin by the underside of his knee, forcing his leg back in a most undignified manner. Lupin had discovered a muscle that hadn't been stretched in some time. "Bloody hell, Severus, I'm a professor not a contortionist!"
"That leg is the least of your worries," Snape laughed, invading Lupin's comfort zone. The playfulness went into overdrive, shifting from zero to sixty in five seconds flat.
Snape slammed into Lupin, the top button on his suit jacket striking Lupin's breastbone - the others filling gaps between the bones of his ribcage. Lupin was already beginning to acclimate to the pain associated with leg distension - he'd be good and limbered even before Snape was finished.
Lupin was practically bone-dry, and like parched desert brush caught fire in the absence of moisture, his arsehole burned with five-alarm heat. A few knuckle-dragging knocks of Lupin's pinned hands against the stone wall complimented the punishment down below before Snape loosened his grip and allowed them to fall. Lupin perched his hands on Snape's shoulders before sliding them down and wedging four fingers on each between buttonholes. He wanted at that smoothness, quick to point out the man fucking him was bare-chested - unlike Sirius.
Even Lupin found it hard to believe, lately, his own capacity for manipulation. If he wanted it hard and fast, he need only mention Black's sexual prowess and the powder keg that was Snape's temper exploded. It was worse than keeping up with the Jones'.
"You're much too smooth," Lupin teased, lifting Snape's white collar button-down from the bottom for better access. "Isn't there a potion you could make to stimulate hair follicles? Sirius has-" At that precise moment, Lupin felt a powerful thrust jostle his kidneys - and again, wrenching his leg along with it simultaneously, and still again, this time feeling as though Snape's cock would exit out the small of his back. Lupin would be feeling this fuck in the morning, and perhaps the next six mornings that concluded the week. Snape's eyes glinted with deadly venom, and he smiled his smile of candy-coated strychnine at Lupin. He continued to fuck Lupin into the stone bricking, pinning Lupin's cock with a sharp hipbone that smashed into him like a wrecking ball with demolition force.
Snape would have the pleasure of going this one solo, but their tryst was far from over. Shuddering against Lupin, he came inside him, spreading warmth throughout his lover's body - a warmth that left Lupin unsatisfied even though it dulled the aches and pains away. Snape let go of Lupin's leg, and he smirked at the pinched look of relief that washed over his ashen complexion. Lupin wanted to walk off the returning charley horse, but Snape was adamant against pulling out, still thrusting slowly to maintain his erection.
"Pain is the only masque that can disguise disappointment. Let me guess, Black always reciprocates. Black is never a selfish lover." Snape leaned his head back, turning it slightly. His jugular vein was just as pronounced as his nose was prominent from a side profile. Subtlety was never Severus Snape's strong suit when it came to his pleasure. "Coming is a privilege, not a right. Start by earning your keep."
"You mentioned his name this time, just remember," Lupin said with a feral grin, tilting Snape's head back even further.
Like the team of a matador and a bull, Lupin always saw 'red' where necks and biting fetishes were concerned. If Snape was brave enough to tempt the beast, he would come charging. And charging he came. Playful nips quickly became savage bites with hot kisses in-between so that Snape's brain could catch up with his body. Dazed and in a drunken-like stupor, if asked his name, Snape would be hard pressed to remember. His thrusting had slowed, and he unknowingly slipped out of Lupin's arse skirting his 'bridge of heaven' until it passed over his cock.
With their bodies so close and magnetically charged, Snape's cock grazed heatedly against his lover. Lupin always drew blood, sinking his teeth in to make fresh wounds while deepening the older ones. Snape's banded collar was a deep, rich red, ruby droplets trickling down his long neck before rolling underneath. He shivered helplessly to his knees, sinking, taking Lupin with him. The Captain always did go down with his ship. Before Snape was lost completely to the whims of his lover, Lupin pressed one last bloody kiss to his throat.
"Did I earn my keep, Severus?" Lupin knew that he had, but there was something about hearing Snape say it. He kicked his trousers off and watched as they tumbled a few steps, indicating 'down' with a nod of his head so that Snape would follow suit.
"I'm going to fuck the taste from your mouth. Does that answer your question?" He seemed to slip from the sleepy euphoria. "I want you on your stomach and sprawled vertically - head towards the top of the stairs."
Chin to his shoulder, Lupin watched as Snape hovered over him, palming his cock for a second and rougher fucking. Lupin was still faintly wet enough to accommodate Snape's cock, but he was pleasantly surprised to find himself rewarded with the rigid tip of a tongue rimming him clockwise. Pushing apart Lupin's cheeks, Snape pushed further in with each rotation.
"Taste yourself, Severus. Deeper." Lupin spread his legs further, reaching around to run his fingers through Snape's hair for comfort and encouragement.
Snape slid his tongue further in until his nose was buried in the cleft of Lupin's arse. The bristly hairs on Snape's face tickled him, and he wriggled his body like an inchworm. Lupin would do anything to see that Snape kept his facial hair. The rough feel of his beard was a pleasant reminder that Lupin preferred the company of men. Slow, methodical sweeps of his probing tongue found the bitterness of his own come, but that it came from within Lupin seemed to sweeten the taste.
Swirling his tongue up and out, Snape asked, "Are you ready for me?"
Lupin whimpered pathetically. He had never wanted Sirius this badly - Snape he needed. "Oh, God, yes," Lupin cried, feeling Snape's cock slide in at the 's' of his plea.
Lupin had the edges of three separate steps cut across his body with his cock dangling over the edge of one. His cheek was pressed against the coldness, and his arms were outstretched with his hands resting three steps above them. Snape was fucking him with all his might, and Lupin found himself gasping painfully when the step caught him in the chest. The force of Snape's thrusts rocked their bodies up and down the steps a little at a time, further each way. Pounding, driving, pistoning - anything to make them both come and come hard. Curling his fingers around the jagged edge of the step, Lupin slammed back into Snape to meet him mid-thrust, eager to set in motion the domino effect - one brutal climax after the other.
Snape's cock was insistent, striking Lupin's prostate repeatedly and unmercifully until he came, shuddering violently under Snape with needy moans. It wasn't long after that Snape came, bringing back the familiar feeling of warmth to Lupin. He collapsed on top of Lupin, finding himself crippled by multiple aftershocks. Neither was able to move. Neither wanted to. And then, to Snape's surprise, a striped feline appeared at the top of the stairwell.
"We have company, Lupin, and it isn't your beloved Black." Mrs Norris gave them a sinister little mrrowr, drifting by with a hard look at them, the tip of her tail twitching.
"We need to get moving, Severus. Where one is, the other isn't far behind."
Bones creaking and muscles aching, Snape proceeded to dismount Lupin when the light of a lantern blindsided him. It was caretaker Argus Filch.
"My sweet, are you down here?" Mrs Norris meowed a 'yes' in response. "I've been looking all over for-" But Argus Filch didn't finish his sentence. There, hiding behind Remus Lupin was Severus Snape. Holding Mrs Norris in front of his cock, Lupin replied mildly. "Looking for her?"
Fin
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Date: 2004-03-25 06:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-25 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-25 06:56 am (UTC)What a way to start the morning.
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Date: 2004-03-25 09:47 am (UTC)hehe
Seriously hot, and the mentions of facial hair? Wow. *bows to you*
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Date: 2004-03-27 11:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-25 10:14 am (UTC)Hotter than hot and this gave me the most delicious chills....
"Does 'fairy tale romance' warm the cockles of your 'happily ever after' heart?" Freeing up one hand, Severus reached between their bodies to unbuckle Remus' trousers first and then his own. "Tell me, what colour is the sky in your world?" Insulting Remus made his body tingle and his heart race - everything he had wanted to say in their school days but couldn't.
*dies*
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Date: 2004-03-25 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-03-25 12:43 pm (UTC)Um. I am incoherent. Utterly incoherent with admiration, love, lust and squee. How can I ever repay you?
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Date: 2004-03-25 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-25 01:51 pm (UTC)Oh yes. That was hot, I love the stair sex -- very nice and kinky. And what a fantastic and funny ending, I wasn't expecting that. Great fic :0)
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Date: 2004-03-25 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-26 02:28 pm (UTC)Other than that this fic has lovely characterization. The way you describe the mutual manipulation is delectable and almost reachable. Yum. This is a gooood
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Date: 2004-03-26 03:55 pm (UTC)LMFAO = hilarious!
I'm glad you liked the characterization. I'm always nervous writing new pairings.
As for the ending humor - it seemed appropriate with how Filch and Mrs. Norris like to patrol the halls.
Glad you enjoyed :-)
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Date: 2004-03-26 08:04 pm (UTC)I loved the way it started and I loved the way it finished and ate up everything in between. Just one question about the second paragraph: if Remus is the big bad wolf, which little piggy is Severus? ;-)
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Date: 2004-03-26 10:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-08 09:35 am (UTC)I love the rough sex, and Remus taunting/goading Severus with Sirius. and of course the ending! the ending! reminds me a bit of John Cleese in a fish called wanda *g* (although I think Severus better watch out keeping Mrs Norris so close to his vulnerables ;)
I've rec'd this on my journal in today's 5xEeep! thought you might like to know