Fic: Red Clover, Snape/Lupin NC-17
Title: Red Clover
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Snape is wet.
A/N: This is completely un-beta-ed, silly, frivolous, gratuitous, probably OOC PWP for the April Showers Challenge at Lupin_Snape.
Red clover, it's common but useful. It's not hard to find, it grows everywhere. The only troublesome thing about it is that the plant dries out the moment you pull it from the ground and this lessens the potency somewhat. It's best to harvest it in the early morning with the dew still clinging to the bold pink flowers, or better yet in the rain. Luckily, it rained all the time at Hogwarts, especially in April when the clover's in bloom. That's why every rainy morning of that month found Severus Snape digging in the mud, a dark black smudge against the slanting grey sheets of water. He pulled out large handfuls of clover, long thin root, round leaves, flowers, and all from the earth and dumped them unceremoniously into a large tin bucket. When the bucket was full, he lifted himself slowly from the ground and headed back towards the castle and the obscure corridors that led to his room.
Snape swung open the door to his private study which was adjacent to his bedroom. It actually felt somewhat warm, for a change, compared to the chill deep in his finger bones. Large muddy patches stained the knees of his robe and his shoes left a muddy trail that could be tracked all the way back out of the room and through the hallways to the entrance he'd used. He was soaked but he went to his work table and set immediately to his task. He dumped limp soggy piles of clover into jars of preserving solution, stirring each one with his wand before tightly screwing their lids closed. He repeated this process in silence until he had ten jars full and his reverie was broken by a sudden voice saying, "You're all wet."
It was Remus Lupin; Snape jumped, "You're still here."
"Where was I supposed to go?" Lupin peered curiously into the bucket. He reached out his hand down to poke at the clover.
"Back to your own bed," said Snape, slapping Lupin's hand away.
"Not likely, what if the students saw me sneaking out of the Head of House's rooms" Lupin was in his underwear, dreamy-eyed and tousle-headed. "Lovely", thought Snape for one split second before he thought, "annoying".
"I can't imagine that any of these lazy Slytherins would be up before six in the morning," said Snape, preparing another jar of clover.
"No, they're all up, creeping back into their proper beds."
Little drops of water fell from Snape's hair and splattered against the table. He shoved the wet strands out of his eyes and continued his work. "So you plan to stay here forever then."
"Until breakfast. Until everyone's gone to breakfast. Why are you wet?" asked Lupin again.
"I told you," said Snape, sealing another jar.
"You didn't."
"Red clover."
"Right, that makes no sense."
"I told you it's best to harvest red clover when it's raining. It's raining."
"You told me when's the best time for harvesting red clover?" said Lupin, scanning the jars of dead cockroaches lining the shelf near the workbench. "Whatever for?"
"I was trying to enlighten you," said Snape, watching Lupin carefully to make sure he didn't try to touch anything. "I told you last night. I told you about red clover and monkshood -- moonstone. You didn't pay any attention, did you?"
"No," said Lupin, "my eyes glazed over and I got a little nauseous from boredom."
"Don't be ridiculous, no one gets nauseous from boredom."
"I do," said Lupin defiantly. "Side effect of Wolfsbane I imagine."
"Is not. I've told you all the side effects, they include-"
"I'm getting nauseous now," said Lupin clutching his stomach queasily.
"That's because you're hung-over."
"I am not. Am I?" Lupin stared a Snape for a moment, his eyes somewhat unfocussed. "Look, you shouldn't be talking; you should be taking off your clothes."
"What?"
"You'll catch a cold," said Lupin, coming around the table to lean against Snape.
"I won't," said Snape, a small familiar feeling tingling through him with Lupin so close.
"You will if you stand around in wet clothes," Lupin made a circle with his finger against the damp cloth of Snape's high collar.
"Don't be medieval," said Snape. "Being wet doesn't give you a cold."
"Not according to my mother," said Lupin, struggling to unfasten the top button of Snape's robe. "She always said, 'You'll catch your death if you stand around wet like that.'"
Snape pressed his hands on either side of Lupin's waist, leaving muddy smudges on the tee-shirt. "Germs cause colds, not rainwater," he said leaning in to kiss Lupin.
Lupin pulled back, "You calling my mum a liar?"
"I'm calling your mother an idiot," said Snape, somewhat annoyed.
"Tut, tut, and here I'm trying to save your life." Lupin grappled fruitlessly with the dozens of buttons down the front of Snape's robes. They were nearly impossible to unfasten, the sodden loops stuck tight around cloth covered spheres. "How in the hell do you do and undo these things without spending half the day at it?"
"I use a spell, obviously," said Snape, retrieving his wand from the table and dragging it down his front -- splitting the row of buttons open like a zipper. Underneath he wore nothing but his underclothes.
"Ohh, these are wet too," said Lupin, digging his hands into the unfastened robes and pressing his palms against Snape's soggy undershirt. "See you're soaked to the bone."
"You know I'm not a fourteen-year-old boy," said Snape, impatiently. "So there's no need to be this coy just to get me out of my robes."
"Last night I had to use firewhisky," said Lupin, pressing a long soft kiss against the centre of Snape's throat, his voice vibrated against Snape's skin.
"You didn't," said Snape, shrugging off his outer robe and pulling off his shirt. "It helped but wasn't necessary."
"God, I drank a lot," said Lupin running his fingers down the damp flesh of Snape's exposed chest. "You drank a lot. Do you drink that much every night?"
"Of course I do," said Snape, pulling up Lupin's shirt just a bit so he could warm his hands against the heat of Lupin's back. His cock was tenting his shorts; he leaned closer so he could press it against Lupin. "I'm one of the most brilliant wizards of my age. And what do I have to show for it? Order of Merlin? Do I serve on the Wizengamot? Am I surrounded by muscle-bound Adonises drawn irresistibly to my power?" He groaned quietly as Lupin dragged his teeth lightly over one of Snape's nipples. "No, I spend my days watching dim-witted children butcher the art of potion making, and my mornings, digging up weeds in the rain. And occasionally, if I'm lucky, I can spend my nights getting fucked by an old worn-out werewolf. So yes, I drink a great deal actually, helps me forget that my life is such a living hell."
"That's what I love about you Severus, your boundless optimism." Lupin pushed Snape back a bit and stood up straight. "And I'm not even 35 by the way." He winced. "Gah! My head. Don't you have anything for it?"
"Here, I have a Muggle potion," said Snape reaching for a bottle of pills lying on top of a bookcase. "An analgesic."
"Is it Vicodin?" said Lupin, taking the pills and sniffing them experimentally. "I read about that in one of Arthur's papers. I think it'd do nicely."
"It's aspirin."
"Damn, I know all about aspirin and I think you're underestimating the degree of my pain."
"Vicodin's a Muggle narcotic, I said analgesic. I explained the difference between an analgesic and a narcotic last night." Snape squeezed past Lupin and headed towards the bedroom.
"You did not," said Lupin, following Snape. "God, I was worried we'd had sex but apparently you just talked me into a coma is all. Don't you have any Pain-Be-Gone or Oh-Just-Fuck-It-My-Whole-Fucking-Aching-Head-Be-Gone?" Lupin popped the pills into his mouth and grimaced.
"You're supposed to swallow them. Here," said Snape, handing Lupin a glass bottle he pulled from a cupboard near the bed. "Drink this."
"Is it codeine?"
"Water."
"Oh. That is brilliant, actually," said Lupin, guzzling the cool liquid enthusiastically. He took three long sloppy gulps, spilling water down his chin and throat. "I didn't even realize how thirsty I was."
"Now you're wet."
"Oh, look at that," Lupin gazed down and then back up at Snape, a huge seductive smile across his face.
Snape snorted and rolled his eyes. But he leaned in to lick the water off Lupin's chin, his hand gently caressing the other man's damp throat. Snape followed with his tongue the path from Lupin's jaw to his earlobe which Snape found and seized with his teeth.
Lupin groaned, "Now that's helping my headache, actually. Mmmm, very nice Severus."
"Isn't there something better you could be doing with your mouth other than talking?" Snape whispered into Lupin's ear.
"Kiss," said Lupin, twisting his head to press his mouth against Snape's. Lupin's lips were soft and wet, his tongue darted out for just a second and then he nibbled Snape's bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth. Snape yielded, opening his mouth, swirling his tongue against Lupin's in a long drawn-out kiss.
Snape's hands were steady, one on either side of Lupin's face. But Lupin let his hands roam. He explored the planes of Snape's thin chest, his bony hips, his thighs. Lupin's quick hands pulled open Snape's pants, exposing his cock to the humid air. Lupin looked down at it and smiled again before sliding to his knees.
"Honestly. Lupin!" Snape huffed as Lupin teased, licking Snape's cock like a lollipop. Lupin laughed quietly and then gave in, swallowing Snape's cock eagerly and well. Snape leaned his head against the wall, relaxed. Felt his mind go blank. He could almost hear the muffled sound of water splashing stone high above them, still raining, he thought. The air in the room was damp and cool. His hair was still wet and plastered to his face, his fingers still cold, his knees ached but he thought of none of those things. He thought only of Lupin's firm mouth sucking the life out of him, and at the same time filling him with such mindless, senseless pleasure. He rocked his hips forwards. He scratched at the walls. He thought about nothing until he came, thrusting uncontrollably into Lupin's mouth.
Snape sighed and felt stupid the minute he did because it made Lupin smirk proudly as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Snape cupped Lupin cheekbones and urged him to stand up for another kiss. Snape slid his hands down until he found Lupin's cock.
"Jesus, Severus, your hands are cold," yelped Lupin. "And, Christ, is that dirt?"
Snape grunted. He grabbed Lupin's wand from the bedside table and scourgified his hands. Then he picked up a vial from a nearby shelf. He was about to apply it when he looked again at the label and made a face. "Oh, not this."
"Severus?" said Lupin, his voice nervous.
Snape returned the original bottle to its shelf and grabbed an adjacent vial. "This," he said, applying the lube to his hands generously.
"Are you sure?" said Lupin. "Oh. Oh yes, that's fine." He sighed under Snape's firm stroking grip. Snape held Lupin's cock out straight with one hand and dragged the other along the shaft, gripping the head briefly before sliding back down. Lupin moaned as Snape started yanking smoothly, hand over hand. Snape stared down at his work, keeping his movements steady and precise. He noticed his fingernails were still black with dirt.
"Mmm, Severus," Lupin sighed. "You give hand-jobs better than you give head, really."
"What are you talking about? My blow-jobs are legendary."
"Yeah, but your hand-jobs...ah. Wait. Don't stop." Lupin backed-up until he came to the bed. He sat down and then collapsed backwards against the soft rumpled coverlet. It was a huge bed, twice as big as what the students got. Snape had to shift the direction of his strokes to accommodate the new position, but he did it seamlessly, never faltering in the rhythm or losing his grip. "I'm going to lie down," Lupin said dreamily, "and maybe fall asleep but don't stop."
"What?" said Snape, dropping one hand down to pull gently but insistently on Lupin's scrotum.
"All right, all right I'm awake!" Lupin cried. "Come up on the bed. I'll fuck you and then we can both go back to sleep. For one more hour at least."
"My, this is the best sex I've ever had," said Snape sarcastically.
"Come on," said Lupin, pulling Snape up onto the bed. "It will be nice, I promise."
And it was nice. Snape on his knees, Lupin balls deep. Snape bit his knuckles to keep from making stupid, embarrassing sounds and felt again the relief of thoughtlessness. Clear thrusting pleasure and no thoughts, no thoughts at all. It was almost as nice as firewhisky, almost as nice as dying.
Afterwards, with Lupin lying there next to him, snoring softly, Snape remembered the clover. Half the bucket still needed preserving. Probably dried out by now, he thought. Oh well, he'd just have to pick two buckets tomorrow.
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Snape is wet.
A/N: This is completely un-beta-ed, silly, frivolous, gratuitous, probably OOC PWP for the April Showers Challenge at Lupin_Snape.
Red clover, it's common but useful. It's not hard to find, it grows everywhere. The only troublesome thing about it is that the plant dries out the moment you pull it from the ground and this lessens the potency somewhat. It's best to harvest it in the early morning with the dew still clinging to the bold pink flowers, or better yet in the rain. Luckily, it rained all the time at Hogwarts, especially in April when the clover's in bloom. That's why every rainy morning of that month found Severus Snape digging in the mud, a dark black smudge against the slanting grey sheets of water. He pulled out large handfuls of clover, long thin root, round leaves, flowers, and all from the earth and dumped them unceremoniously into a large tin bucket. When the bucket was full, he lifted himself slowly from the ground and headed back towards the castle and the obscure corridors that led to his room.
Snape swung open the door to his private study which was adjacent to his bedroom. It actually felt somewhat warm, for a change, compared to the chill deep in his finger bones. Large muddy patches stained the knees of his robe and his shoes left a muddy trail that could be tracked all the way back out of the room and through the hallways to the entrance he'd used. He was soaked but he went to his work table and set immediately to his task. He dumped limp soggy piles of clover into jars of preserving solution, stirring each one with his wand before tightly screwing their lids closed. He repeated this process in silence until he had ten jars full and his reverie was broken by a sudden voice saying, "You're all wet."
It was Remus Lupin; Snape jumped, "You're still here."
"Where was I supposed to go?" Lupin peered curiously into the bucket. He reached out his hand down to poke at the clover.
"Back to your own bed," said Snape, slapping Lupin's hand away.
"Not likely, what if the students saw me sneaking out of the Head of House's rooms" Lupin was in his underwear, dreamy-eyed and tousle-headed. "Lovely", thought Snape for one split second before he thought, "annoying".
"I can't imagine that any of these lazy Slytherins would be up before six in the morning," said Snape, preparing another jar of clover.
"No, they're all up, creeping back into their proper beds."
Little drops of water fell from Snape's hair and splattered against the table. He shoved the wet strands out of his eyes and continued his work. "So you plan to stay here forever then."
"Until breakfast. Until everyone's gone to breakfast. Why are you wet?" asked Lupin again.
"I told you," said Snape, sealing another jar.
"You didn't."
"Red clover."
"Right, that makes no sense."
"I told you it's best to harvest red clover when it's raining. It's raining."
"You told me when's the best time for harvesting red clover?" said Lupin, scanning the jars of dead cockroaches lining the shelf near the workbench. "Whatever for?"
"I was trying to enlighten you," said Snape, watching Lupin carefully to make sure he didn't try to touch anything. "I told you last night. I told you about red clover and monkshood -- moonstone. You didn't pay any attention, did you?"
"No," said Lupin, "my eyes glazed over and I got a little nauseous from boredom."
"Don't be ridiculous, no one gets nauseous from boredom."
"I do," said Lupin defiantly. "Side effect of Wolfsbane I imagine."
"Is not. I've told you all the side effects, they include-"
"I'm getting nauseous now," said Lupin clutching his stomach queasily.
"That's because you're hung-over."
"I am not. Am I?" Lupin stared a Snape for a moment, his eyes somewhat unfocussed. "Look, you shouldn't be talking; you should be taking off your clothes."
"What?"
"You'll catch a cold," said Lupin, coming around the table to lean against Snape.
"I won't," said Snape, a small familiar feeling tingling through him with Lupin so close.
"You will if you stand around in wet clothes," Lupin made a circle with his finger against the damp cloth of Snape's high collar.
"Don't be medieval," said Snape. "Being wet doesn't give you a cold."
"Not according to my mother," said Lupin, struggling to unfasten the top button of Snape's robe. "She always said, 'You'll catch your death if you stand around wet like that.'"
Snape pressed his hands on either side of Lupin's waist, leaving muddy smudges on the tee-shirt. "Germs cause colds, not rainwater," he said leaning in to kiss Lupin.
Lupin pulled back, "You calling my mum a liar?"
"I'm calling your mother an idiot," said Snape, somewhat annoyed.
"Tut, tut, and here I'm trying to save your life." Lupin grappled fruitlessly with the dozens of buttons down the front of Snape's robes. They were nearly impossible to unfasten, the sodden loops stuck tight around cloth covered spheres. "How in the hell do you do and undo these things without spending half the day at it?"
"I use a spell, obviously," said Snape, retrieving his wand from the table and dragging it down his front -- splitting the row of buttons open like a zipper. Underneath he wore nothing but his underclothes.
"Ohh, these are wet too," said Lupin, digging his hands into the unfastened robes and pressing his palms against Snape's soggy undershirt. "See you're soaked to the bone."
"You know I'm not a fourteen-year-old boy," said Snape, impatiently. "So there's no need to be this coy just to get me out of my robes."
"Last night I had to use firewhisky," said Lupin, pressing a long soft kiss against the centre of Snape's throat, his voice vibrated against Snape's skin.
"You didn't," said Snape, shrugging off his outer robe and pulling off his shirt. "It helped but wasn't necessary."
"God, I drank a lot," said Lupin running his fingers down the damp flesh of Snape's exposed chest. "You drank a lot. Do you drink that much every night?"
"Of course I do," said Snape, pulling up Lupin's shirt just a bit so he could warm his hands against the heat of Lupin's back. His cock was tenting his shorts; he leaned closer so he could press it against Lupin. "I'm one of the most brilliant wizards of my age. And what do I have to show for it? Order of Merlin? Do I serve on the Wizengamot? Am I surrounded by muscle-bound Adonises drawn irresistibly to my power?" He groaned quietly as Lupin dragged his teeth lightly over one of Snape's nipples. "No, I spend my days watching dim-witted children butcher the art of potion making, and my mornings, digging up weeds in the rain. And occasionally, if I'm lucky, I can spend my nights getting fucked by an old worn-out werewolf. So yes, I drink a great deal actually, helps me forget that my life is such a living hell."
"That's what I love about you Severus, your boundless optimism." Lupin pushed Snape back a bit and stood up straight. "And I'm not even 35 by the way." He winced. "Gah! My head. Don't you have anything for it?"
"Here, I have a Muggle potion," said Snape reaching for a bottle of pills lying on top of a bookcase. "An analgesic."
"Is it Vicodin?" said Lupin, taking the pills and sniffing them experimentally. "I read about that in one of Arthur's papers. I think it'd do nicely."
"It's aspirin."
"Damn, I know all about aspirin and I think you're underestimating the degree of my pain."
"Vicodin's a Muggle narcotic, I said analgesic. I explained the difference between an analgesic and a narcotic last night." Snape squeezed past Lupin and headed towards the bedroom.
"You did not," said Lupin, following Snape. "God, I was worried we'd had sex but apparently you just talked me into a coma is all. Don't you have any Pain-Be-Gone or Oh-Just-Fuck-It-My-Whole-Fucking-Aching-Head-Be-Gone?" Lupin popped the pills into his mouth and grimaced.
"You're supposed to swallow them. Here," said Snape, handing Lupin a glass bottle he pulled from a cupboard near the bed. "Drink this."
"Is it codeine?"
"Water."
"Oh. That is brilliant, actually," said Lupin, guzzling the cool liquid enthusiastically. He took three long sloppy gulps, spilling water down his chin and throat. "I didn't even realize how thirsty I was."
"Now you're wet."
"Oh, look at that," Lupin gazed down and then back up at Snape, a huge seductive smile across his face.
Snape snorted and rolled his eyes. But he leaned in to lick the water off Lupin's chin, his hand gently caressing the other man's damp throat. Snape followed with his tongue the path from Lupin's jaw to his earlobe which Snape found and seized with his teeth.
Lupin groaned, "Now that's helping my headache, actually. Mmmm, very nice Severus."
"Isn't there something better you could be doing with your mouth other than talking?" Snape whispered into Lupin's ear.
"Kiss," said Lupin, twisting his head to press his mouth against Snape's. Lupin's lips were soft and wet, his tongue darted out for just a second and then he nibbled Snape's bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth. Snape yielded, opening his mouth, swirling his tongue against Lupin's in a long drawn-out kiss.
Snape's hands were steady, one on either side of Lupin's face. But Lupin let his hands roam. He explored the planes of Snape's thin chest, his bony hips, his thighs. Lupin's quick hands pulled open Snape's pants, exposing his cock to the humid air. Lupin looked down at it and smiled again before sliding to his knees.
"Honestly. Lupin!" Snape huffed as Lupin teased, licking Snape's cock like a lollipop. Lupin laughed quietly and then gave in, swallowing Snape's cock eagerly and well. Snape leaned his head against the wall, relaxed. Felt his mind go blank. He could almost hear the muffled sound of water splashing stone high above them, still raining, he thought. The air in the room was damp and cool. His hair was still wet and plastered to his face, his fingers still cold, his knees ached but he thought of none of those things. He thought only of Lupin's firm mouth sucking the life out of him, and at the same time filling him with such mindless, senseless pleasure. He rocked his hips forwards. He scratched at the walls. He thought about nothing until he came, thrusting uncontrollably into Lupin's mouth.
Snape sighed and felt stupid the minute he did because it made Lupin smirk proudly as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Snape cupped Lupin cheekbones and urged him to stand up for another kiss. Snape slid his hands down until he found Lupin's cock.
"Jesus, Severus, your hands are cold," yelped Lupin. "And, Christ, is that dirt?"
Snape grunted. He grabbed Lupin's wand from the bedside table and scourgified his hands. Then he picked up a vial from a nearby shelf. He was about to apply it when he looked again at the label and made a face. "Oh, not this."
"Severus?" said Lupin, his voice nervous.
Snape returned the original bottle to its shelf and grabbed an adjacent vial. "This," he said, applying the lube to his hands generously.
"Are you sure?" said Lupin. "Oh. Oh yes, that's fine." He sighed under Snape's firm stroking grip. Snape held Lupin's cock out straight with one hand and dragged the other along the shaft, gripping the head briefly before sliding back down. Lupin moaned as Snape started yanking smoothly, hand over hand. Snape stared down at his work, keeping his movements steady and precise. He noticed his fingernails were still black with dirt.
"Mmm, Severus," Lupin sighed. "You give hand-jobs better than you give head, really."
"What are you talking about? My blow-jobs are legendary."
"Yeah, but your hand-jobs...ah. Wait. Don't stop." Lupin backed-up until he came to the bed. He sat down and then collapsed backwards against the soft rumpled coverlet. It was a huge bed, twice as big as what the students got. Snape had to shift the direction of his strokes to accommodate the new position, but he did it seamlessly, never faltering in the rhythm or losing his grip. "I'm going to lie down," Lupin said dreamily, "and maybe fall asleep but don't stop."
"What?" said Snape, dropping one hand down to pull gently but insistently on Lupin's scrotum.
"All right, all right I'm awake!" Lupin cried. "Come up on the bed. I'll fuck you and then we can both go back to sleep. For one more hour at least."
"My, this is the best sex I've ever had," said Snape sarcastically.
"Come on," said Lupin, pulling Snape up onto the bed. "It will be nice, I promise."
And it was nice. Snape on his knees, Lupin balls deep. Snape bit his knuckles to keep from making stupid, embarrassing sounds and felt again the relief of thoughtlessness. Clear thrusting pleasure and no thoughts, no thoughts at all. It was almost as nice as firewhisky, almost as nice as dying.
Afterwards, with Lupin lying there next to him, snoring softly, Snape remembered the clover. Half the bucket still needed preserving. Probably dried out by now, he thought. Oh well, he'd just have to pick two buckets tomorrow.