Lupin's Other Secret for the community [NC-17] -- SB/RL/SS
Title: Lupin's Other Secret
Author: ritaarabella
Recipient: community
Rating: NC-17
Ships: Sirius/Remus/Severus
Warnings: This is going to be way AU.
His parents always sounded regretful when they ask him to spend holidays at Hogwarts instead coming home, but he knew they were happy when there was any excuse not to go through the guilt of having their son, the werewolf, home. He took the news stoically, nodding on cue at the right words; giving them the proper dispensation. And there he stood in the great hall as his best friends waved good bye. James, with his arm slung around Sirius’s shoulder, walking toward the door, turned once to say good bye. Sirius threw him a breezy kiss. Only he and Sirius knew he had given him a better, more passionate good bye kiss in their secluded sanctuary. Remus knew they couldn’t be together; James would never understand their attraction.
James thought the answer to everyone’s problems was a quick shag with a beautiful girl. Sirius could shag a girl with the same enthusiasm that he had when he sucked Remus’s cock. Sirius just loved sex.
Remus doubted that Sirius loved him as much as he professed, but Remus knew that he liked it when he fucked him. But he was probably in his coach in the Hogwarts Express this minute shagging that cute girl from Hufflepuff.
Remus turned around and ran into Professor Slughorn. During the holidays, Remus was supposed to take extra potions classes to make up for the days he missed because his furry little problem, as Sirius called it.
“Ah, my boy,” said Slughorn, “ready for your first tutoring session?”
“Yes, Professor,” Remus said politely.
“I’ve arranged for a very gifted student to help you with your lessons. I have been called away to the Ministry of Magic on important business,” he said puffing out his chest. “Don’t dawdle, young man.”
“Yes, sir,” he said and turned toward the potions’ classroom.
Remus opened the classroom door and there were four other students there; all Slytherins. He nervously went inside and started toward the front of the classroom. There at the first table was that horrible boy that Sirius and James absolutely hated. Severus Snape. He had such a sad countenance about him. He looked up at Remus and something closed his expression. Remus tried to smile at him, but he looked away. There was something about the boy that captivated him. He felt a distinct stirring in his loins at his pouty lips and sad eyes.
It was Snape who was doing the tutoring. There was no way the other Slytherins in the classroom could have possibly learned anything and since Remus was the only interested one, Snape naturally gravitated to him. By the end of the session, Remus had actually completed a complicated potion. He presented it proudly and Snape actually smiled and complimented him.
After the class was over, Remus tried to come up with a reason to hang around, just to be close to him. He knew Severus hated Sirius and James as much as they hated him, but he didn’t know what the disagreement was all about.
“Snape,” he said clearly as Severus was putting away his supplies. “Need some help?” he asked earnestly.
Severus looked at him dubiously. “No,” he said.
But Remus helped him anyway. “I just wanted to tell you that, uh, I really learned more from you in one session than I have from Professor Slughorn all term. You’re a good teacher.”
Snape reddened, waiting on the inevitable ‘but,’ but Remus blushed and looked down. He stared at him. Finally, the corners turned up just a bit and there was a little smile. Remus felt he had been hit in the gut. “Thank you,” he said.
“Will you be doing all the classes?” Remus asked, playing with the handle on a cauldron.
“No, I don’t think so,” he said. “Professor Slughorn should be back in time for the next session.
“Oh,” Remus said, disappointed. “Maybe you could…” he blushed deeper.
“Maybe I could what?” he asked.
“Tutor me privately. I know I can learn more from you. But if you don’t want to; I understand.”
Severus looked surprised than his eyes got dark. “I doubt your little friends would appreciate you spending time with me.”
“Well, they’re gone, aren’t they?” he said smiling. “Besides, it’s nobody’s business, is it?”
“I’ll think about it,” he said. “Don’t count on anything.”
Remus did the first reckless thing he’d ever done in his life; he put his hand on Severus’s shoulder and let it linger there. Snape looked at his hand, and then he looked at Remus, surprised. They stared at each other. Remus was blushing, but he was also smiling. “Please,” he said leaning in closer.
Severus let out a rush of air he’d been holding. What was he doing to him? It was another trick, he was sure, egged on, no doubt, by that despicable James Potter. He started to say something, but Remus let his hand fall off his shoulder, but not before he gave it a little squeeze.
“I do want you,” Remus said even quieter. “And I think we can become clo--, uh, friends.”
“Why do you want to become my friend?” Severus asked.
“Because I like you,” he said honestly.
Severus let out a snort.
“And,” he said fast, closing his eyes, “I think we have a lot in common.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You do? And what, pray tell would that be?”
“I think we’re both lonely and have been hurt and,” Remus licked his lips, “I think we both have secrets.”
Severus Snape couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Had Lupin seen inside his heart and knew about the secret he kept inside for so long? He had fought his feelings for so long, was there finally someone he could talk to and who thought the same way he did? How could anyone know the stirrings inside at the sight of a naked man? How he wanted to run his hands over the tight muscular frame and hard arse. He had never tasted the sweet flavor of cum but he dreamed about it so many times that he thought he would go mad. And to feel the delightfully agonizing pain of a huge hard cock fucking him until he exploded in sheer pleasure, and then hearing his name as he came in him, was something he had desired for so long.
When he didn’t say anything for a long time, Remus started to turn away, but Severus reached out and touched his arm. He didn’t know what to say. His breath was quickening and he thought his heart was about to explode. “Perhaps I could help you with your potion-making,” he said quietly.
Remus closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. “And maybe I could teach you a few things, too,” he said. He was dying to taste him. One taste, he thought. He reached out and moved his hair away from his face. He felt himself get hard and he wanted Severus to feel him. He gently took Snape’s hand and placed it on his groin. Severus gasped but didn’t move his hand away. Encouraged, Remus moved his hips and squeezed Severus’s hand. “See what you’re doing to me?”
Snape closed his eyes and nodded. He became bolder and rubbed his knuckles against his hardening cock. Remus moaned with pleasure. “Kiss me,” he begged. He clasped the back of Severus’s head and pulled him to him. Their lips found each other’s and they moaned as their tongues flirted in an erotic dance.
The sound of a chime brought them back to their senses. Reluctantly, Remus let him go. “Meet me tonight,” he said, “in the astronomy tower.”
All Severus could do was nod. It may very well be a trap, but he wanted, no, needed Remus. “What time?” he asked.
“As soon as it gets dark. I want to take you somewhere where no one will bother us. Tell me you’ll come,” he said, brushing his fingers against Severus’s lips.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Before Remus could say another word, Snape had gathered his books and walked hurriedly out of the potions master’s classroom. He wasn’t going to show. He wasn’t. It was a trick. Severus touched his lips, remembering the feeling over his whole body.
During the evening meal, Remus caught Snape’s eye and smiled at him shyly. Severus didn’t look away, but he didn’t smile either. Embarrassed, Remus looked down at his hands. He had made a fool of himself; Severus wasn’t interested in him, why should he be? He was an outcast.
Still, he went to the astronomy tower and waited. Finally after two hours, he gave up. He started back to Gryffindor Tower, disappointed. He turned the corner when he spotted a billowing robe quickly ducking down a deserted hall. Bravely, Remus followed the figure as it sped away. It was Severus, he was sure.
“Stop,” he said. The figure paused for a second then disappeared down a corridor. Remus thought about following him more, but he quickly decided he would chase after him. He hit the wall with his fist, turned and walked slowly back to Gryffindor. The portrait of the Fat Lady looked at him expectantly.
“Abyssinian shrivelfig,” Remus said, moodily.
“There was a Slytherin hanging around here. Said he was looking for you,” the Fat Lady sniffed. “I ran him off. I asked him what a Slytherin was doing, hanging around like a little criminal.”
“Did he say anything? Leave a message or anything?”
She thought for a minute then shook her head. “No.”
“Thanks,” Remus said sadly. The portrait swung open and he crawled inside. There were only five boys and two girls left in Gryffindor.
Next morning, at breakfast, there were only a dozen children left. Snape was the only Slytherin boy; there were two Gryffindor boys and a total of three girls. Most of the remaining boys were from Ravenclaw (four) and two from Hufflepuff. Since there were more Ravenclaws left, Headmaster Dumbledore moved the other children with them.
Remus was placed in a four man dorm room with the other Gryffindor boy, a first year by the name of Homer Harrington and Severus. He tried to hide his pleasure at being roomed with Snape, by shrugging nonchalantly. Snape looked stoic, clutching his potions’ book tightly to his chest. Remus watched in fascination as he absently tapped his long fingers on the book. Then he began to stroke the binder, deliberately. It was probably some sort of comforting habit from childhood, but it was the most erotic thing Remus had ever seen. He caught his breath and closed his eyes imagining Severus stroking his hard cock. He licked his lips and let out a low moan. Severus looked at him and gave him a slow smile.
Just then Homer jumped on this assigned bed and snorted. “Rather not be in here with a Slytherin,” he said haughtily.
“Then I suggest,” Snape said barely moving his lips, “boy, that you find other arrangements. For here I shall stay.”
Remus chuckled to himself. That would be perfect, he thought, alone with Severus for a whole week. What naughty thoughts popped into his head.
Unfortunately Homer stayed put, but Remus thought seriously about putting a sleeping potion in his pumpkin juice. He borrowed Severus’s potion book, and went through it, looking for something. When Severus came in he wondered what he was doing with his book, and when Remus looked at Homer guiltily, Severus took the book away from him. He turned several pages then saw the page he wanted and thrust the book back into Remus’s hands with a smirk on his face. Lupin smiled back at him when he saw that the book was opened to a sleeping potion. So, they were thinking the same thing.
He leaned over closer to Severus, “Can you make this potion?” he asked.
Severus pretended to look annoyed, but he nodded. “Of course I can. It’s so easy, even this moron could do it.”
“Let’s try it and see,” he said.
The sneaked in to the abandoned girls’ bathroom where they knew no one would come around, and set their cauldron and ingredients down and began brewing the concoction.
Remus watched in wonder as Severus cut and measured and stirred the brew. He was a genius with his hands. He imagined the delicious feel of Severus’s hands on him and he began to get hard. He stroked himself as Severus added the components. When he moaned, Severus looked up in surprise. He stopped and watched him stroke his hard cock.
“Don’t stop, Severus,” Remus said, panting, “I love watching you work; you’re an artist, and as much as I hate the little porker Homer, I don’t want you to kill him, I just want you to knock him out so I can kiss you without him watching us.”
“But you’re distracting me. You look,” he stopped and blushed.
“I look how?” he edged him on.
“Never mind, and don’t worry, this potion will put anyone to sleep, this isn’t just for Homer.”
Remus reached over and had his mouth by Severus’s ear, “Bullshit, you want me just as much as I want you. I cannot wait to suck your beautiful cock.”
Severus’s hand was no longer steady. Remus took his hand and put it on his hard cock and moved it up and down the shaft. “Fuck this,” he said, as he unzipped his fly and pushed Severus’s hand inside.
“I’ve never,” Snape said, squeezing hard, “I mean,” he moaned as he felt a bit of fluid ooze out of the head of Remus’s penis and on to his hand. Remus glided his hand out and put his fingers into Severus’s mouth.
“Taste me,” he said. Severus licked his own fingers and groaned, thrusting his hand back on Remus’s stiff cock. He stroked it harder and faster; Remus arched his body back and watched as he pulled and massaged. He thought he’d go mad with pleasure, but before he was about to come all over Severus’s hand, he released him. “No,” Remus said, but Severus smiled at him and bent over and took his cock into his mouth, sucking and tonguing it, driving Remus mad with pleasure.
“Fuck! That feels good, I’m going to explode.” Remus pulled Severus’s hair and cried out. And when he came with a powerful thrust, Severus took it all. Remus grabbed Severus’s cock and stroked it until he came. He licked the sweet cum from his fingers. He pulled him close and kissed him hard, thrusting his tongue inside his mouth, lapping up the remaining taste of him. He licked his lips. “I taste good on you,” he said. “Fuck! You get me so hard. I can’t believe you’ve never sucked a dick before. You’re a natural.”
Severus was trying desperately to control his breathing. He was embarrassed because he’d never even kissed a boy before and he liked it. Remus must have been reading his mind, because he stroked his face and said, “It’s not just that you make me so hot I can’t think, Severus. Believe me when I say I really like you.”
He looked up surprised. “No, you don’t, you’re a friend of that Sirius Black.”
“Yes,” he admitted. “We’re friends; more than friends. We fuck, but I’m not in love with him. I mean I like him and all, but we’re more like fuck buddies. I’m looking for someone I can care about and talk to, you know share my deepest darkest secrets.”
“You have dark secrets?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You have no idea. Maybe I’ll be able to tell you one day.” He kissed him hard again. “Better get back to work, I want a sleeping potion, not a poison.”
“It’s done,” he said reaching for a vial to pour the liquid in. He filled the bottle and stoppered it and handed it to Remus. “You get to do the honors,” he said.
“And I get to do you,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
Severus pretended he didn’t feel the thrill in the pit of his stomach. He stumbled and Remus steadied him, moving his hand down his arse and squeezing.
That evening after the dinner, Severus and Remus hurried back up to the common room and sat around until it was a reasonable hour to retire. Severus showed him a nonverbal hex that made the ears hum of everyone within listening range so they could talk about anything and no one could understand what they were saying. Remus was delighted with this hex and explained in great detail how he was going to fuck him hard in the arse and Severus would be begging for more. He also told him how incredible he felt when Severus sucked his cock, making him come so hard; he didn’t think Severus’s mouth could hold it all.
He laughed when Severus groaned with pleasure and finally they could hold out no longer. They ran upstairs into the dorm and found Homer sitting on his bed reading.
“Want some pumpkin juice?” Remus asked, trying to hide his enormous erection from the boy.
Homer nodded and lapped up the liquid. Before he put the empty glass down, he was snoring loudly. Remus laughed and the two of them put the boy into his bed and closed the curtains. “Now,” he said, pulling off his robe, “fun time!”
Just to be safe, Severus did the muffliato spell as Remus tugged at his robe while kissing him. “I’m so hot,” he said, showing off his hard cock. “I want to fuck you now,” he said huskily. “It’s going to hurt, but it in a good way, if it’s too bad, I’ll stop, I promise; I want you to enjoy my cock in your arse. Ok? You’ll tell me?”
He nodded solemnly. “Just do it before I explode,” he said.
“Here,” he said, handing Severus a jar of lubricant. “Rub this on my dick so it’ll go in easier and I’ll put a little inside you.” Remus dipped his finger into the lubricant and put his finger in Severus’s bum. He pumped his finger in and out and Severus moaned. This was going to feel good, he thought.
Very carefully, Severus covered Remus’s penis and balls with the concoction and dried his hands on a towel. Remus said, “Get on your hands and knees and we’ll do it doggy style. Sirius really likes it this way,” he snickered at his private joke.
Remus knelt behind him and entered him slowly, a little at a time. Severus moaned and leaned back begging for more. He thought he was going to pass out from the sheer exquisite pain. Once inside, Remus started fucking, he tried to be easy, but it was so tight and it felt so good that he rocked harder and harder. He held on to Severus’s cock and he pulled it with the same frantic rhythm that he rode him. He pulled him up and Severus leaned his head against his shoulder moaning his name.
“Fuck. Me. Harder.” Severus panted. “Come in me.”
Remus pounded his cock and balls into him harder and harder. “Fuck!” he repeated with each thrust. “I’m going to come in your tight arse. Fuck!” He said as he exploded inside him with a shuttering force that had them both crying out.
“Merlin’s fucking beard,” Remus said finally, collapsing on top of him as he pumped the last of his cum on him. Severus had not yet climaxed, but he was close, those Remus threw him on his back and began licking his cock and balls, sucking his balls into his mouth and licking the long shaft. His tongue traced the tip of his penis and he lapped up the juiced from the opening, then sucking hard until cum shot out into his welcoming mouth. He licked his lips and the cum around it and groaned happily.
They fell into each other’s arms and held on. They stroked each other lovingly and Remus bit him on his neck, leaving a mark. “This means you’re mine,” he said, touching the mark and then kissing it. “You’re mine,” he repeated, snuggling.
They fell asleep holding each other and it was the best sleep Remus had in years. He was perfectly content and he felt safe. He wanted to tell Severus everything; he was certain he’d understand and want him anyway. He was falling in love.
The rest of the week was pure heaven. They slept in each other’s arm and made love. Severus was a very quick study and he found that he enjoyed fucking Remus as much he loved Remus fucking him. They discovered a way where they could suck each other’s cocks at the same time, and they were so in tune with each other’s bodies that they would climax almost at the same time.
Remus was constantly touching him and Severus was afraid they would be caught. “Fuck ‘em,” Remus replied. “I don’t care who knows. You’re mine.”
“What about Sirius?” Severus asked.
“Shit.” Remus had forgotten about him. “I’ll tell him.”
“Sirius hates me because James hates me. He won’t like it.”
Remus squeezed him playfully. “He’ll get over it.”
“Severus, I love you, but I can’t tell you everything now. I promise I will one day. Just don’t give up on me.” He stroked his face. “It’s our last night together. I don’t want to fight. We’ll work it out, I promise.”
That night, they returned to their own houses and they didn’t get a chance to be together. Remus missed his lover and was gloomy the rest of the night. Even the thought of James, Peter, and Sirius’s return the next day didn’t cheer him up.
His friends knew something was wrong as soon as they returned because he became moodier and didn’t laugh at Sirius’s stupid antics. Sirius made time for them to be alone, but he made excuses. Finally, one day, Sirius confronted him after a DADA class. He had sat next to Severus and Sirius noticed the looks that passed each other. No one else noticed, but Sirius knew Moony too well.
“Did you fuck him?” he yelled at Remus after he’d pulled him into a broom closet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Remus said, pushing his hand off him.
“You bastard! How could you? You’re mine.” Sirius cupped his hand behind the back of his head and kissed him hard. “Snivellus is a greasy piece of shite…”
“Stop it!” Remus yelled at him, hurling himself away from Sirius. “I love him and he loves me. He treats me good; he doesn’t use me like you do.”
A look of fury crossed Sirius’s face. “Don’t ever think about choosing him over us!” he said threateningly. “I’d really hate for your little secret to get out.” Sirius turned around and stomped back to his house.
“Sirius,” Remus called out after him, but Sirius didn’t turn around. James came up to him and cuffed him on his head.
“What’s up, Moony?” James asked. “Lovers’ quarrel?”
“You could say that,” he said sadly. “He’s very mad at me.”
“He’ll get over it. You know how he gets. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
After a week, Sirius was back to normal, apparently forgiving Remus for his indiscretion. He acted like everything was fine and he even stopped torturing Snape. They had had a romantic evening together a week before the full moon; he explained to his lover how he was surprised and overwhelmed by the attraction he had to Severus and how he had taught him how to make love. He still had strong feelings about Snape and he hoped that Sirius understood.
He told Sirius the difference was that even though he loved Severus; he couldn’t be one hundred percent honest with him, which is why he’d never want to give up his friendship with his true friends.
“If he ever found out what I am, I know he would hate me,” Remus said.
Sirius cupped his hand around Remus’s head and drew him in for a passionate kiss. “Let’s hope he never finds out,” he said giving him a sly smile.
On the first night of the full moon, Moony was safely ensconced at the Shrieking Shack; it has been arranged that the rest of the Marauders would meet him later when they were able to sneak out. Sirius appeared to be in an especially good mood that night. He had charmed a seventh year girl to give him head in the precept’s bath room. He met James as he and the girl were coming out. He shooed the girl away.
“James, my boy,” he called to his friend. He threw him a half full bottle of fire whiskey. “Drink up, it our night to celebrate.”
“What do we have to celebrate?” James asked, taking a long swig from the bottle.
“Tonight, we get rid of an annoying pimple on my bum.” He laughed drunkenly.
James took another drink. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’m getting him back,” he said. “He had the nerve to cheat on me with that repulsive worthless Snape. And now Snivellus is going find out exactly who Remus really is.”
James dropped the bottle. “Sirius, what have you done?”
“It was very clever, really, I told Snivellus that Moony wanted to meet him in the Shrieking Shack,” he said laughing at his own joke.
“Merlin’s beard, Sirius. Remus will rip him to shreds. We’ve got to stop him.”
Sirius waved his hand dismissively. “So what if he does? He thinks he can take away my boyfriend?” Sirius was clearly drunk and not thinking clearly.
James shook his head, disgusted. He knew his best friend would regret his little prank later, but the important thing was getting to Snape before Moony did.
James ran down the long hall calling out to Severus. He could hear him ahead and he ran faster. “Stop! Wait!” He cried. “You can’t go in there. Please don’t.”
“What do you want, Potter?” he asked.
“You can’t go in there. Please. Come here.”
Severus saw the door to the Shrieking Shack open, and there stood not 10 feet away from him, the horrible form of the werewolf. Fortunately, Moony hadn’t smelled him yet, so James was able to grab his arm and pulled him to safety. He pushed him all the way out through the whomping willow and dragged him the rest of the way until he cleared the tree’s range.
Remus, of course didn’t remember anything that happened that night and James decided not to tell him. He would never have forgiven himself had he known and he would have forgiven Sirius either. James figured Sirius too drunk understand what the true consequences of what he had done.
What Remus never did understand was that after that day, Snape never spoke to again. It broke his heart, but he still had his friends who knew his secret and loved him anyway.
Author: ritaarabella
Recipient: community
Rating: NC-17
Ships: Sirius/Remus/Severus
Warnings: This is going to be way AU.
His parents always sounded regretful when they ask him to spend holidays at Hogwarts instead coming home, but he knew they were happy when there was any excuse not to go through the guilt of having their son, the werewolf, home. He took the news stoically, nodding on cue at the right words; giving them the proper dispensation. And there he stood in the great hall as his best friends waved good bye. James, with his arm slung around Sirius’s shoulder, walking toward the door, turned once to say good bye. Sirius threw him a breezy kiss. Only he and Sirius knew he had given him a better, more passionate good bye kiss in their secluded sanctuary. Remus knew they couldn’t be together; James would never understand their attraction.
James thought the answer to everyone’s problems was a quick shag with a beautiful girl. Sirius could shag a girl with the same enthusiasm that he had when he sucked Remus’s cock. Sirius just loved sex.
Remus doubted that Sirius loved him as much as he professed, but Remus knew that he liked it when he fucked him. But he was probably in his coach in the Hogwarts Express this minute shagging that cute girl from Hufflepuff.
Remus turned around and ran into Professor Slughorn. During the holidays, Remus was supposed to take extra potions classes to make up for the days he missed because his furry little problem, as Sirius called it.
“Ah, my boy,” said Slughorn, “ready for your first tutoring session?”
“Yes, Professor,” Remus said politely.
“I’ve arranged for a very gifted student to help you with your lessons. I have been called away to the Ministry of Magic on important business,” he said puffing out his chest. “Don’t dawdle, young man.”
“Yes, sir,” he said and turned toward the potions’ classroom.
Remus opened the classroom door and there were four other students there; all Slytherins. He nervously went inside and started toward the front of the classroom. There at the first table was that horrible boy that Sirius and James absolutely hated. Severus Snape. He had such a sad countenance about him. He looked up at Remus and something closed his expression. Remus tried to smile at him, but he looked away. There was something about the boy that captivated him. He felt a distinct stirring in his loins at his pouty lips and sad eyes.
It was Snape who was doing the tutoring. There was no way the other Slytherins in the classroom could have possibly learned anything and since Remus was the only interested one, Snape naturally gravitated to him. By the end of the session, Remus had actually completed a complicated potion. He presented it proudly and Snape actually smiled and complimented him.
After the class was over, Remus tried to come up with a reason to hang around, just to be close to him. He knew Severus hated Sirius and James as much as they hated him, but he didn’t know what the disagreement was all about.
“Snape,” he said clearly as Severus was putting away his supplies. “Need some help?” he asked earnestly.
Severus looked at him dubiously. “No,” he said.
But Remus helped him anyway. “I just wanted to tell you that, uh, I really learned more from you in one session than I have from Professor Slughorn all term. You’re a good teacher.”
Snape reddened, waiting on the inevitable ‘but,’ but Remus blushed and looked down. He stared at him. Finally, the corners turned up just a bit and there was a little smile. Remus felt he had been hit in the gut. “Thank you,” he said.
“Will you be doing all the classes?” Remus asked, playing with the handle on a cauldron.
“No, I don’t think so,” he said. “Professor Slughorn should be back in time for the next session.
“Oh,” Remus said, disappointed. “Maybe you could…” he blushed deeper.
“Maybe I could what?” he asked.
“Tutor me privately. I know I can learn more from you. But if you don’t want to; I understand.”
Severus looked surprised than his eyes got dark. “I doubt your little friends would appreciate you spending time with me.”
“Well, they’re gone, aren’t they?” he said smiling. “Besides, it’s nobody’s business, is it?”
“I’ll think about it,” he said. “Don’t count on anything.”
Remus did the first reckless thing he’d ever done in his life; he put his hand on Severus’s shoulder and let it linger there. Snape looked at his hand, and then he looked at Remus, surprised. They stared at each other. Remus was blushing, but he was also smiling. “Please,” he said leaning in closer.
Severus let out a rush of air he’d been holding. What was he doing to him? It was another trick, he was sure, egged on, no doubt, by that despicable James Potter. He started to say something, but Remus let his hand fall off his shoulder, but not before he gave it a little squeeze.
“I do want you,” Remus said even quieter. “And I think we can become clo--, uh, friends.”
“Why do you want to become my friend?” Severus asked.
“Because I like you,” he said honestly.
Severus let out a snort.
“And,” he said fast, closing his eyes, “I think we have a lot in common.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You do? And what, pray tell would that be?”
“I think we’re both lonely and have been hurt and,” Remus licked his lips, “I think we both have secrets.”
Severus Snape couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Had Lupin seen inside his heart and knew about the secret he kept inside for so long? He had fought his feelings for so long, was there finally someone he could talk to and who thought the same way he did? How could anyone know the stirrings inside at the sight of a naked man? How he wanted to run his hands over the tight muscular frame and hard arse. He had never tasted the sweet flavor of cum but he dreamed about it so many times that he thought he would go mad. And to feel the delightfully agonizing pain of a huge hard cock fucking him until he exploded in sheer pleasure, and then hearing his name as he came in him, was something he had desired for so long.
When he didn’t say anything for a long time, Remus started to turn away, but Severus reached out and touched his arm. He didn’t know what to say. His breath was quickening and he thought his heart was about to explode. “Perhaps I could help you with your potion-making,” he said quietly.
Remus closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. “And maybe I could teach you a few things, too,” he said. He was dying to taste him. One taste, he thought. He reached out and moved his hair away from his face. He felt himself get hard and he wanted Severus to feel him. He gently took Snape’s hand and placed it on his groin. Severus gasped but didn’t move his hand away. Encouraged, Remus moved his hips and squeezed Severus’s hand. “See what you’re doing to me?”
Snape closed his eyes and nodded. He became bolder and rubbed his knuckles against his hardening cock. Remus moaned with pleasure. “Kiss me,” he begged. He clasped the back of Severus’s head and pulled him to him. Their lips found each other’s and they moaned as their tongues flirted in an erotic dance.
The sound of a chime brought them back to their senses. Reluctantly, Remus let him go. “Meet me tonight,” he said, “in the astronomy tower.”
All Severus could do was nod. It may very well be a trap, but he wanted, no, needed Remus. “What time?” he asked.
“As soon as it gets dark. I want to take you somewhere where no one will bother us. Tell me you’ll come,” he said, brushing his fingers against Severus’s lips.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Before Remus could say another word, Snape had gathered his books and walked hurriedly out of the potions master’s classroom. He wasn’t going to show. He wasn’t. It was a trick. Severus touched his lips, remembering the feeling over his whole body.
During the evening meal, Remus caught Snape’s eye and smiled at him shyly. Severus didn’t look away, but he didn’t smile either. Embarrassed, Remus looked down at his hands. He had made a fool of himself; Severus wasn’t interested in him, why should he be? He was an outcast.
Still, he went to the astronomy tower and waited. Finally after two hours, he gave up. He started back to Gryffindor Tower, disappointed. He turned the corner when he spotted a billowing robe quickly ducking down a deserted hall. Bravely, Remus followed the figure as it sped away. It was Severus, he was sure.
“Stop,” he said. The figure paused for a second then disappeared down a corridor. Remus thought about following him more, but he quickly decided he would chase after him. He hit the wall with his fist, turned and walked slowly back to Gryffindor. The portrait of the Fat Lady looked at him expectantly.
“Abyssinian shrivelfig,” Remus said, moodily.
“There was a Slytherin hanging around here. Said he was looking for you,” the Fat Lady sniffed. “I ran him off. I asked him what a Slytherin was doing, hanging around like a little criminal.”
“Did he say anything? Leave a message or anything?”
She thought for a minute then shook her head. “No.”
“Thanks,” Remus said sadly. The portrait swung open and he crawled inside. There were only five boys and two girls left in Gryffindor.
Next morning, at breakfast, there were only a dozen children left. Snape was the only Slytherin boy; there were two Gryffindor boys and a total of three girls. Most of the remaining boys were from Ravenclaw (four) and two from Hufflepuff. Since there were more Ravenclaws left, Headmaster Dumbledore moved the other children with them.
Remus was placed in a four man dorm room with the other Gryffindor boy, a first year by the name of Homer Harrington and Severus. He tried to hide his pleasure at being roomed with Snape, by shrugging nonchalantly. Snape looked stoic, clutching his potions’ book tightly to his chest. Remus watched in fascination as he absently tapped his long fingers on the book. Then he began to stroke the binder, deliberately. It was probably some sort of comforting habit from childhood, but it was the most erotic thing Remus had ever seen. He caught his breath and closed his eyes imagining Severus stroking his hard cock. He licked his lips and let out a low moan. Severus looked at him and gave him a slow smile.
Just then Homer jumped on this assigned bed and snorted. “Rather not be in here with a Slytherin,” he said haughtily.
“Then I suggest,” Snape said barely moving his lips, “boy, that you find other arrangements. For here I shall stay.”
Remus chuckled to himself. That would be perfect, he thought, alone with Severus for a whole week. What naughty thoughts popped into his head.
Unfortunately Homer stayed put, but Remus thought seriously about putting a sleeping potion in his pumpkin juice. He borrowed Severus’s potion book, and went through it, looking for something. When Severus came in he wondered what he was doing with his book, and when Remus looked at Homer guiltily, Severus took the book away from him. He turned several pages then saw the page he wanted and thrust the book back into Remus’s hands with a smirk on his face. Lupin smiled back at him when he saw that the book was opened to a sleeping potion. So, they were thinking the same thing.
He leaned over closer to Severus, “Can you make this potion?” he asked.
Severus pretended to look annoyed, but he nodded. “Of course I can. It’s so easy, even this moron could do it.”
“Let’s try it and see,” he said.
The sneaked in to the abandoned girls’ bathroom where they knew no one would come around, and set their cauldron and ingredients down and began brewing the concoction.
Remus watched in wonder as Severus cut and measured and stirred the brew. He was a genius with his hands. He imagined the delicious feel of Severus’s hands on him and he began to get hard. He stroked himself as Severus added the components. When he moaned, Severus looked up in surprise. He stopped and watched him stroke his hard cock.
“Don’t stop, Severus,” Remus said, panting, “I love watching you work; you’re an artist, and as much as I hate the little porker Homer, I don’t want you to kill him, I just want you to knock him out so I can kiss you without him watching us.”
“But you’re distracting me. You look,” he stopped and blushed.
“I look how?” he edged him on.
“Never mind, and don’t worry, this potion will put anyone to sleep, this isn’t just for Homer.”
Remus reached over and had his mouth by Severus’s ear, “Bullshit, you want me just as much as I want you. I cannot wait to suck your beautiful cock.”
Severus’s hand was no longer steady. Remus took his hand and put it on his hard cock and moved it up and down the shaft. “Fuck this,” he said, as he unzipped his fly and pushed Severus’s hand inside.
“I’ve never,” Snape said, squeezing hard, “I mean,” he moaned as he felt a bit of fluid ooze out of the head of Remus’s penis and on to his hand. Remus glided his hand out and put his fingers into Severus’s mouth.
“Taste me,” he said. Severus licked his own fingers and groaned, thrusting his hand back on Remus’s stiff cock. He stroked it harder and faster; Remus arched his body back and watched as he pulled and massaged. He thought he’d go mad with pleasure, but before he was about to come all over Severus’s hand, he released him. “No,” Remus said, but Severus smiled at him and bent over and took his cock into his mouth, sucking and tonguing it, driving Remus mad with pleasure.
“Fuck! That feels good, I’m going to explode.” Remus pulled Severus’s hair and cried out. And when he came with a powerful thrust, Severus took it all. Remus grabbed Severus’s cock and stroked it until he came. He licked the sweet cum from his fingers. He pulled him close and kissed him hard, thrusting his tongue inside his mouth, lapping up the remaining taste of him. He licked his lips. “I taste good on you,” he said. “Fuck! You get me so hard. I can’t believe you’ve never sucked a dick before. You’re a natural.”
Severus was trying desperately to control his breathing. He was embarrassed because he’d never even kissed a boy before and he liked it. Remus must have been reading his mind, because he stroked his face and said, “It’s not just that you make me so hot I can’t think, Severus. Believe me when I say I really like you.”
He looked up surprised. “No, you don’t, you’re a friend of that Sirius Black.”
“Yes,” he admitted. “We’re friends; more than friends. We fuck, but I’m not in love with him. I mean I like him and all, but we’re more like fuck buddies. I’m looking for someone I can care about and talk to, you know share my deepest darkest secrets.”
“You have dark secrets?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You have no idea. Maybe I’ll be able to tell you one day.” He kissed him hard again. “Better get back to work, I want a sleeping potion, not a poison.”
“It’s done,” he said reaching for a vial to pour the liquid in. He filled the bottle and stoppered it and handed it to Remus. “You get to do the honors,” he said.
“And I get to do you,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
Severus pretended he didn’t feel the thrill in the pit of his stomach. He stumbled and Remus steadied him, moving his hand down his arse and squeezing.
That evening after the dinner, Severus and Remus hurried back up to the common room and sat around until it was a reasonable hour to retire. Severus showed him a nonverbal hex that made the ears hum of everyone within listening range so they could talk about anything and no one could understand what they were saying. Remus was delighted with this hex and explained in great detail how he was going to fuck him hard in the arse and Severus would be begging for more. He also told him how incredible he felt when Severus sucked his cock, making him come so hard; he didn’t think Severus’s mouth could hold it all.
He laughed when Severus groaned with pleasure and finally they could hold out no longer. They ran upstairs into the dorm and found Homer sitting on his bed reading.
“Want some pumpkin juice?” Remus asked, trying to hide his enormous erection from the boy.
Homer nodded and lapped up the liquid. Before he put the empty glass down, he was snoring loudly. Remus laughed and the two of them put the boy into his bed and closed the curtains. “Now,” he said, pulling off his robe, “fun time!”
Just to be safe, Severus did the muffliato spell as Remus tugged at his robe while kissing him. “I’m so hot,” he said, showing off his hard cock. “I want to fuck you now,” he said huskily. “It’s going to hurt, but it in a good way, if it’s too bad, I’ll stop, I promise; I want you to enjoy my cock in your arse. Ok? You’ll tell me?”
He nodded solemnly. “Just do it before I explode,” he said.
“Here,” he said, handing Severus a jar of lubricant. “Rub this on my dick so it’ll go in easier and I’ll put a little inside you.” Remus dipped his finger into the lubricant and put his finger in Severus’s bum. He pumped his finger in and out and Severus moaned. This was going to feel good, he thought.
Very carefully, Severus covered Remus’s penis and balls with the concoction and dried his hands on a towel. Remus said, “Get on your hands and knees and we’ll do it doggy style. Sirius really likes it this way,” he snickered at his private joke.
Remus knelt behind him and entered him slowly, a little at a time. Severus moaned and leaned back begging for more. He thought he was going to pass out from the sheer exquisite pain. Once inside, Remus started fucking, he tried to be easy, but it was so tight and it felt so good that he rocked harder and harder. He held on to Severus’s cock and he pulled it with the same frantic rhythm that he rode him. He pulled him up and Severus leaned his head against his shoulder moaning his name.
“Fuck. Me. Harder.” Severus panted. “Come in me.”
Remus pounded his cock and balls into him harder and harder. “Fuck!” he repeated with each thrust. “I’m going to come in your tight arse. Fuck!” He said as he exploded inside him with a shuttering force that had them both crying out.
“Merlin’s fucking beard,” Remus said finally, collapsing on top of him as he pumped the last of his cum on him. Severus had not yet climaxed, but he was close, those Remus threw him on his back and began licking his cock and balls, sucking his balls into his mouth and licking the long shaft. His tongue traced the tip of his penis and he lapped up the juiced from the opening, then sucking hard until cum shot out into his welcoming mouth. He licked his lips and the cum around it and groaned happily.
They fell into each other’s arms and held on. They stroked each other lovingly and Remus bit him on his neck, leaving a mark. “This means you’re mine,” he said, touching the mark and then kissing it. “You’re mine,” he repeated, snuggling.
They fell asleep holding each other and it was the best sleep Remus had in years. He was perfectly content and he felt safe. He wanted to tell Severus everything; he was certain he’d understand and want him anyway. He was falling in love.
The rest of the week was pure heaven. They slept in each other’s arm and made love. Severus was a very quick study and he found that he enjoyed fucking Remus as much he loved Remus fucking him. They discovered a way where they could suck each other’s cocks at the same time, and they were so in tune with each other’s bodies that they would climax almost at the same time.
Remus was constantly touching him and Severus was afraid they would be caught. “Fuck ‘em,” Remus replied. “I don’t care who knows. You’re mine.”
“What about Sirius?” Severus asked.
“Shit.” Remus had forgotten about him. “I’ll tell him.”
“Sirius hates me because James hates me. He won’t like it.”
Remus squeezed him playfully. “He’ll get over it.”
“Severus, I love you, but I can’t tell you everything now. I promise I will one day. Just don’t give up on me.” He stroked his face. “It’s our last night together. I don’t want to fight. We’ll work it out, I promise.”
That night, they returned to their own houses and they didn’t get a chance to be together. Remus missed his lover and was gloomy the rest of the night. Even the thought of James, Peter, and Sirius’s return the next day didn’t cheer him up.
His friends knew something was wrong as soon as they returned because he became moodier and didn’t laugh at Sirius’s stupid antics. Sirius made time for them to be alone, but he made excuses. Finally, one day, Sirius confronted him after a DADA class. He had sat next to Severus and Sirius noticed the looks that passed each other. No one else noticed, but Sirius knew Moony too well.
“Did you fuck him?” he yelled at Remus after he’d pulled him into a broom closet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Remus said, pushing his hand off him.
“You bastard! How could you? You’re mine.” Sirius cupped his hand behind the back of his head and kissed him hard. “Snivellus is a greasy piece of shite…”
“Stop it!” Remus yelled at him, hurling himself away from Sirius. “I love him and he loves me. He treats me good; he doesn’t use me like you do.”
A look of fury crossed Sirius’s face. “Don’t ever think about choosing him over us!” he said threateningly. “I’d really hate for your little secret to get out.” Sirius turned around and stomped back to his house.
“Sirius,” Remus called out after him, but Sirius didn’t turn around. James came up to him and cuffed him on his head.
“What’s up, Moony?” James asked. “Lovers’ quarrel?”
“You could say that,” he said sadly. “He’s very mad at me.”
“He’ll get over it. You know how he gets. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
After a week, Sirius was back to normal, apparently forgiving Remus for his indiscretion. He acted like everything was fine and he even stopped torturing Snape. They had had a romantic evening together a week before the full moon; he explained to his lover how he was surprised and overwhelmed by the attraction he had to Severus and how he had taught him how to make love. He still had strong feelings about Snape and he hoped that Sirius understood.
He told Sirius the difference was that even though he loved Severus; he couldn’t be one hundred percent honest with him, which is why he’d never want to give up his friendship with his true friends.
“If he ever found out what I am, I know he would hate me,” Remus said.
Sirius cupped his hand around Remus’s head and drew him in for a passionate kiss. “Let’s hope he never finds out,” he said giving him a sly smile.
On the first night of the full moon, Moony was safely ensconced at the Shrieking Shack; it has been arranged that the rest of the Marauders would meet him later when they were able to sneak out. Sirius appeared to be in an especially good mood that night. He had charmed a seventh year girl to give him head in the precept’s bath room. He met James as he and the girl were coming out. He shooed the girl away.
“James, my boy,” he called to his friend. He threw him a half full bottle of fire whiskey. “Drink up, it our night to celebrate.”
“What do we have to celebrate?” James asked, taking a long swig from the bottle.
“Tonight, we get rid of an annoying pimple on my bum.” He laughed drunkenly.
James took another drink. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’m getting him back,” he said. “He had the nerve to cheat on me with that repulsive worthless Snape. And now Snivellus is going find out exactly who Remus really is.”
James dropped the bottle. “Sirius, what have you done?”
“It was very clever, really, I told Snivellus that Moony wanted to meet him in the Shrieking Shack,” he said laughing at his own joke.
“Merlin’s beard, Sirius. Remus will rip him to shreds. We’ve got to stop him.”
Sirius waved his hand dismissively. “So what if he does? He thinks he can take away my boyfriend?” Sirius was clearly drunk and not thinking clearly.
James shook his head, disgusted. He knew his best friend would regret his little prank later, but the important thing was getting to Snape before Moony did.
James ran down the long hall calling out to Severus. He could hear him ahead and he ran faster. “Stop! Wait!” He cried. “You can’t go in there. Please don’t.”
“What do you want, Potter?” he asked.
“You can’t go in there. Please. Come here.”
Severus saw the door to the Shrieking Shack open, and there stood not 10 feet away from him, the horrible form of the werewolf. Fortunately, Moony hadn’t smelled him yet, so James was able to grab his arm and pulled him to safety. He pushed him all the way out through the whomping willow and dragged him the rest of the way until he cleared the tree’s range.
Remus, of course didn’t remember anything that happened that night and James decided not to tell him. He would never have forgiven himself had he known and he would have forgiven Sirius either. James figured Sirius too drunk understand what the true consequences of what he had done.
What Remus never did understand was that after that day, Snape never spoke to again. It broke his heart, but he still had his friends who knew his secret and loved him anyway.