FIC: For You for snapesgirl_62
Title: For You
Recipient: snapesgirl_62
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Remus/Severus
Word Count: 2,045
Warning(s): Scenes of explicit sexual nature.
Summary: Remus is tired, worn out and restless. His birthday falls right after the full moon, and his spouse is not the kind of sentimental person who would care about such an insignificant thing as his birthday (even if it is the first birthday Remus meets as a married man). But Remus is in for a surprise.
A/N: What was asked for: marriage partner surprising Remus for his birthday, light comedy, fluff, happy ending and Remus as top.
Remus was exhausted and bruised, not to mention wet. The rain was really pouring now, and he couldn’t shake the lead-heavy feeling at the bottom of his stomach. He was almost home now, and that gave him comfort. It would be warm and comfortable and familiar. Every time Remus turned, he felt lonelier than he ever imagined possible, and distinctly remembered the overbearing fear of never being able to turn back and come home every time right before his mind went blank.
Birthday. The thought flashed in his mind unexpectedly and almost excitedly. How could he have forgotten? Remus nodded along calmly when Severus raved about how useless celebrating getting closer to death was, especially at their age, and never let on that secretly, he was always as excited and as giddy about his birthday when he was a kid. His parents always made a big deal about it, and for Remus, who always felt like a complete freak and wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from the world that didn’t accept him, a day that was all about celebrating him exactly as he was was, indeed, very special.
He wouldn’t bring it up, of course. Severus made his feelings about birthdays perfectly clear. The year before Molly threw a huge party, and Severus was manipulated into attending, Remus was pretty sure, because, according to Molly, what kind of git doesn’t want to celebrate his fiancé‘s birthday? Remus didn’t expect more of Severus than he knew was fair. Severus had made many sacrifices when they married, and Remus would not have him any other way.
This year, Remus’s “surprise” birthday party was going to take the weekend after his actual birthday. Remus had known for weeks.
First birthday as a married man,” Remus thought with a smile, and unconsciously twirled the thin gold band on his left hand. Forty five years old, and Remus considered himself completely happy for the first time since his school years. It took him a long time to get there, but it was all more than worth it.
Remus let out a sigh of relief when he was finally standing in front of the door to his house. Drenched to the bone and freezing, all he wanted to do was get out of his clothes and, if he got very lucky, have some much needed comforting sex. Not that sex with Severus was ever gentle or comforting. Severus was as possessive and rough in bed as he was in life. But the sheer strength that Severus exhibited was enough to make Remus feel safe. Severus never surrendered control in sex, and Remus, to his own surprise, found that he could live with that.
The door swung open and Remus couldn’t help but reel back from the Severus’s furious expression. The latter’s hair and clothed were dishevelled, and he was covered in some white powder and something red and sticky. Remus had seen the look a few times before, and it meant no good. Something had gone horribly wrong, he could just sense it.
Before Remus got as much as a “hello” out, he was pulled in and the door was slammed shut behind him.
“You don’t usually come home so early,” Severus growled, practically ripping Remus’s coat off. He turned Remus around to face him and pressed their lips together. The kiss had potential to turn passionate, but it was over almost as soon as it began.
“I’m doing something in the kitchen,” Severus continued, navigating Remus to the bedroom. “Do not go in there or I’ll hex you,” he warned, and stormed off.
Remus looked after his lover curiously. It wasn’t unusual for Severus to occupy the kitchen and kick Remus out. It was usually the place where he conducted all his Potion-making, and is one of the reasons they were moving to a house with an actual dungeon-like basement, which was also closer to Hogwarts. But Severus was always very calm, concentrated and collected when brewing. Definitely never flying off the bat furious.
Remus shrugged out of his wet clothes and slipped into comfortable trousers and an old sweat-shirt he wore around the house. He lay down on the bed, covering himself with a big wool blanket Molly had given them for some holiday or other -one of many to come - and almost immediately sank in a deep sleep. He could’ve sworn that at times, being only half-conscious, he felt a rough hand stroke his cheek or hot breath on his face.
What woke him up was a violent explosion and Severus’s loud swearing. Remus was still half asleep but in the kitchen in a second, his wand out and at the ready.
“What the bloody hell are you -“
The words died on his lips as he looked around the kitchen. The walls were plastered in gooey substance mixed with bright red lumpy masses and dark brown liquid. White powder was covering every surface, including Severus, who was standing in the middle of the kitchen with his wand out and his eyes shining bloody murder.
“I thought I told you not to come in here,” he barked at Remus, storming past him, making his way into their bathroom. “Might as well now, I suppose. It’s a bloody mess, and I give up.”
“Did you mix something that created an explosion?” Remus called after him, wary of touching anything before knowing what chemicals were involved. Severus tended to be more interested in the kinds that ate through your flesh in a matter of seconds at direct contact, so Remus was in no hurry to initiate clean-up. “What is all this stuff? What were you doing?”
“So bloody stupid,” he heard Severus murmur as he turned on the water. “Could’ve just charmed one.”
Remus sighed and stepped into the kitchen. But upon closer inspection, things began to make sense. He could see two chocolate bar wraps on the table, beside an empty jar of what Remus was pretty sure used to be Molly’s strawberry jam. And he could of course deduce what the white powder and the goo were.
He made his way to the bathroom and stopped outside the door unsurely.
“Severus?” The water was turned off and Severus emerged from the bathroom, considerably cleaner. He ripped off his stained shirt, accompanied by a white cloud, and threw it on the floor. “Severus, were you... Were you baking?”
Severus shrugged and walked over to the bed, not looking at Remus.
“Bloody Muggle ways,” he growled. “Potter kept saying making it is so easy, so special. Bloody waste of time and energy. Tried to charm it in the end after all. Merlin only knows what the hell it went and blew up for.”
Remus felt winded. He could see Severus’s shoulders sag almost unnoticeably.
“It was a cake, wasn’t it? For me?” he asked, his mouth feeling dry.
“Of course for you, you git, who else?” Severus turned around and gave him a harsh look, though the side of his mouth twitched at Remus’s shocked expression. “You think I’d put myself through this ridiculousness for anyone else?”
“You hate birthdays!” Remus was blabbering now. He felt it impossible to believe that a man who bent for no one would do something like this for him.
“I do.” Severus smirked. “I don’t see a cause for celebration in the slow aging and deterioration of the body. But...” He seemed to struggle in finding the right words. “But it matters to you. A lot. More than I understand.” Remus must have looked completely stunned, because Severus’s mouth twisted into a small smile and he took a step towards him. “Sometimes, you still act as if you’re convinced that I hate your guts and anything remotely considerate that I do must be a scheme for something evil down the road. I’m a git, but I would not have married you if I hated you.” Remus still looked unsure. “I would not have married unless I was completely sure about wanting to be with you and my feelings for you. If I didn’t love you, I would not be able to stand you.”
The last few words were almost lost as Severus trailed off. He didn’t say the word “love” often. In fact, he mostly only said it on the verge of an orgasm. This had been one of the only times when he really told Remus that he loved him - even if in a rather non-conventional way.
Remus seemed to have snapped out of his stupor. With a sharp loud exhale, he closed the distance between them and pounced on Severus, knocking him over and pinning him to the bed. His lips were possessive, claiming. He could feel the shadow of an animal inside him stirring and growling - it was soon enough after the full moon for it to still be very present. Severus shifted under him and made to flip over and shift the power, but Remus growled into his mouth, biting his lip rather violently and pushing him back down.
He had never noticed how much stronger he was than Severus. Or maybe it was just then. But the emotion he was overwhelmed with brought forward unexpected strength, lust and dominance, and Remus was drunk on it. He drove his hips down, making Severus gasp. He brought his lips to Severus’s ear, leaving dark bruises on the way up his neck and whispered, “Tonight, you’re mine.”
He reached his hand behind his head and yanked the sweatshirt he was wearing off with one swift movement. Their hands entangled, trying to free each other of their trousers, which were discarded soon enough along with their boxers.
Their breathing was ragged. Remus had never seen Severus that way before - desperate, trembling from his touch, and moaning. It was driving Remus crazy. Just the thought of him being in bed with his husband, the man who loved him, no matter how grave and non-vocal he was about it, and the man who could make Remus hard with one suggestive brush of a hand, one fleeting kiss was almost overwhelming.
Remus was moving his hips up and down, rubbing their erections together, and looking down into Severus’s face, which was filled with lust, his lips parted slightly, loud moans and gasps escaping them every thrust.
Remus could recognize when Severus was about to come. His back arched and he gripped the sheets tightly, getting even more vocal, but Remus was not done yet. He pulled up, removing the friction and causing Severus to let out a growl.
“I want to come inside you,” Remus breathed out, murmuring a Lubrication Spell. He was never very good at wandless magic, but that spell in particular he took great cares to perfect. “Say something,” Remus whispered, positioning himself, and rubbing the head of his dick against Severus’s entrance.
“Tonight, I’m yours,” Severus whispered, and Remus slammed into him, unable to control himself.
Remus snaked his hand around Severus’s erection and began a steady paced movement with both his hand and his hips. They were both close, he knew, and he wanted Severus to come with him. Severus’s orgasm came first. He arched his back and his hips flew up, coming on Remus’s stomach and penetrating himself deeper. Remus came a couple of thrusts later, clinging to Severus, biting his shoulder so hard he knew it was going to leave a bruise.
The two lay entangled, panting, Remus still inside Severus, savouring the feeling. The power balance was back. Remus was curled up on Severus’s chest; the latter’s strong arms stroking his arms and back lazily.
“Did you hate to bottom?” Remus asked after a while.
“Did it look like I hated it?” Severus asked maliciously, though wrapping his hands tighter around Remus’s back.
“So you will do it again, if I ask?” Remus continued, lifting his head and looking down on his lover.
“Ask?” Severus smirked. “You didn’t bloody ask.” His voice softened as Remus frowned. “That’s the way you get what you want - you take it.”
“That’s very Slytherin. I’m not a Slytherin.”
“You’re married to one. Isn’t that enough?”
Remus smiled and put his head back on Severus’s chest, pressing harder against his body. “It is,” he whispered contentedly. He always loved birthdays.
Recipient: snapesgirl_62
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Remus/Severus
Word Count: 2,045
Warning(s): Scenes of explicit sexual nature.
Summary: Remus is tired, worn out and restless. His birthday falls right after the full moon, and his spouse is not the kind of sentimental person who would care about such an insignificant thing as his birthday (even if it is the first birthday Remus meets as a married man). But Remus is in for a surprise.
A/N: What was asked for: marriage partner surprising Remus for his birthday, light comedy, fluff, happy ending and Remus as top.
Remus was exhausted and bruised, not to mention wet. The rain was really pouring now, and he couldn’t shake the lead-heavy feeling at the bottom of his stomach. He was almost home now, and that gave him comfort. It would be warm and comfortable and familiar. Every time Remus turned, he felt lonelier than he ever imagined possible, and distinctly remembered the overbearing fear of never being able to turn back and come home every time right before his mind went blank.
Birthday. The thought flashed in his mind unexpectedly and almost excitedly. How could he have forgotten? Remus nodded along calmly when Severus raved about how useless celebrating getting closer to death was, especially at their age, and never let on that secretly, he was always as excited and as giddy about his birthday when he was a kid. His parents always made a big deal about it, and for Remus, who always felt like a complete freak and wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from the world that didn’t accept him, a day that was all about celebrating him exactly as he was was, indeed, very special.
He wouldn’t bring it up, of course. Severus made his feelings about birthdays perfectly clear. The year before Molly threw a huge party, and Severus was manipulated into attending, Remus was pretty sure, because, according to Molly, what kind of git doesn’t want to celebrate his fiancé‘s birthday? Remus didn’t expect more of Severus than he knew was fair. Severus had made many sacrifices when they married, and Remus would not have him any other way.
This year, Remus’s “surprise” birthday party was going to take the weekend after his actual birthday. Remus had known for weeks.
First birthday as a married man,” Remus thought with a smile, and unconsciously twirled the thin gold band on his left hand. Forty five years old, and Remus considered himself completely happy for the first time since his school years. It took him a long time to get there, but it was all more than worth it.
Remus let out a sigh of relief when he was finally standing in front of the door to his house. Drenched to the bone and freezing, all he wanted to do was get out of his clothes and, if he got very lucky, have some much needed comforting sex. Not that sex with Severus was ever gentle or comforting. Severus was as possessive and rough in bed as he was in life. But the sheer strength that Severus exhibited was enough to make Remus feel safe. Severus never surrendered control in sex, and Remus, to his own surprise, found that he could live with that.
The door swung open and Remus couldn’t help but reel back from the Severus’s furious expression. The latter’s hair and clothed were dishevelled, and he was covered in some white powder and something red and sticky. Remus had seen the look a few times before, and it meant no good. Something had gone horribly wrong, he could just sense it.
Before Remus got as much as a “hello” out, he was pulled in and the door was slammed shut behind him.
“You don’t usually come home so early,” Severus growled, practically ripping Remus’s coat off. He turned Remus around to face him and pressed their lips together. The kiss had potential to turn passionate, but it was over almost as soon as it began.
“I’m doing something in the kitchen,” Severus continued, navigating Remus to the bedroom. “Do not go in there or I’ll hex you,” he warned, and stormed off.
Remus looked after his lover curiously. It wasn’t unusual for Severus to occupy the kitchen and kick Remus out. It was usually the place where he conducted all his Potion-making, and is one of the reasons they were moving to a house with an actual dungeon-like basement, which was also closer to Hogwarts. But Severus was always very calm, concentrated and collected when brewing. Definitely never flying off the bat furious.
Remus shrugged out of his wet clothes and slipped into comfortable trousers and an old sweat-shirt he wore around the house. He lay down on the bed, covering himself with a big wool blanket Molly had given them for some holiday or other -one of many to come - and almost immediately sank in a deep sleep. He could’ve sworn that at times, being only half-conscious, he felt a rough hand stroke his cheek or hot breath on his face.
What woke him up was a violent explosion and Severus’s loud swearing. Remus was still half asleep but in the kitchen in a second, his wand out and at the ready.
“What the bloody hell are you -“
The words died on his lips as he looked around the kitchen. The walls were plastered in gooey substance mixed with bright red lumpy masses and dark brown liquid. White powder was covering every surface, including Severus, who was standing in the middle of the kitchen with his wand out and his eyes shining bloody murder.
“I thought I told you not to come in here,” he barked at Remus, storming past him, making his way into their bathroom. “Might as well now, I suppose. It’s a bloody mess, and I give up.”
“Did you mix something that created an explosion?” Remus called after him, wary of touching anything before knowing what chemicals were involved. Severus tended to be more interested in the kinds that ate through your flesh in a matter of seconds at direct contact, so Remus was in no hurry to initiate clean-up. “What is all this stuff? What were you doing?”
“So bloody stupid,” he heard Severus murmur as he turned on the water. “Could’ve just charmed one.”
Remus sighed and stepped into the kitchen. But upon closer inspection, things began to make sense. He could see two chocolate bar wraps on the table, beside an empty jar of what Remus was pretty sure used to be Molly’s strawberry jam. And he could of course deduce what the white powder and the goo were.
He made his way to the bathroom and stopped outside the door unsurely.
“Severus?” The water was turned off and Severus emerged from the bathroom, considerably cleaner. He ripped off his stained shirt, accompanied by a white cloud, and threw it on the floor. “Severus, were you... Were you baking?”
Severus shrugged and walked over to the bed, not looking at Remus.
“Bloody Muggle ways,” he growled. “Potter kept saying making it is so easy, so special. Bloody waste of time and energy. Tried to charm it in the end after all. Merlin only knows what the hell it went and blew up for.”
Remus felt winded. He could see Severus’s shoulders sag almost unnoticeably.
“It was a cake, wasn’t it? For me?” he asked, his mouth feeling dry.
“Of course for you, you git, who else?” Severus turned around and gave him a harsh look, though the side of his mouth twitched at Remus’s shocked expression. “You think I’d put myself through this ridiculousness for anyone else?”
“You hate birthdays!” Remus was blabbering now. He felt it impossible to believe that a man who bent for no one would do something like this for him.
“I do.” Severus smirked. “I don’t see a cause for celebration in the slow aging and deterioration of the body. But...” He seemed to struggle in finding the right words. “But it matters to you. A lot. More than I understand.” Remus must have looked completely stunned, because Severus’s mouth twisted into a small smile and he took a step towards him. “Sometimes, you still act as if you’re convinced that I hate your guts and anything remotely considerate that I do must be a scheme for something evil down the road. I’m a git, but I would not have married you if I hated you.” Remus still looked unsure. “I would not have married unless I was completely sure about wanting to be with you and my feelings for you. If I didn’t love you, I would not be able to stand you.”
The last few words were almost lost as Severus trailed off. He didn’t say the word “love” often. In fact, he mostly only said it on the verge of an orgasm. This had been one of the only times when he really told Remus that he loved him - even if in a rather non-conventional way.
Remus seemed to have snapped out of his stupor. With a sharp loud exhale, he closed the distance between them and pounced on Severus, knocking him over and pinning him to the bed. His lips were possessive, claiming. He could feel the shadow of an animal inside him stirring and growling - it was soon enough after the full moon for it to still be very present. Severus shifted under him and made to flip over and shift the power, but Remus growled into his mouth, biting his lip rather violently and pushing him back down.
He had never noticed how much stronger he was than Severus. Or maybe it was just then. But the emotion he was overwhelmed with brought forward unexpected strength, lust and dominance, and Remus was drunk on it. He drove his hips down, making Severus gasp. He brought his lips to Severus’s ear, leaving dark bruises on the way up his neck and whispered, “Tonight, you’re mine.”
He reached his hand behind his head and yanked the sweatshirt he was wearing off with one swift movement. Their hands entangled, trying to free each other of their trousers, which were discarded soon enough along with their boxers.
Their breathing was ragged. Remus had never seen Severus that way before - desperate, trembling from his touch, and moaning. It was driving Remus crazy. Just the thought of him being in bed with his husband, the man who loved him, no matter how grave and non-vocal he was about it, and the man who could make Remus hard with one suggestive brush of a hand, one fleeting kiss was almost overwhelming.
Remus was moving his hips up and down, rubbing their erections together, and looking down into Severus’s face, which was filled with lust, his lips parted slightly, loud moans and gasps escaping them every thrust.
Remus could recognize when Severus was about to come. His back arched and he gripped the sheets tightly, getting even more vocal, but Remus was not done yet. He pulled up, removing the friction and causing Severus to let out a growl.
“I want to come inside you,” Remus breathed out, murmuring a Lubrication Spell. He was never very good at wandless magic, but that spell in particular he took great cares to perfect. “Say something,” Remus whispered, positioning himself, and rubbing the head of his dick against Severus’s entrance.
“Tonight, I’m yours,” Severus whispered, and Remus slammed into him, unable to control himself.
Remus snaked his hand around Severus’s erection and began a steady paced movement with both his hand and his hips. They were both close, he knew, and he wanted Severus to come with him. Severus’s orgasm came first. He arched his back and his hips flew up, coming on Remus’s stomach and penetrating himself deeper. Remus came a couple of thrusts later, clinging to Severus, biting his shoulder so hard he knew it was going to leave a bruise.
The two lay entangled, panting, Remus still inside Severus, savouring the feeling. The power balance was back. Remus was curled up on Severus’s chest; the latter’s strong arms stroking his arms and back lazily.
“Did you hate to bottom?” Remus asked after a while.
“Did it look like I hated it?” Severus asked maliciously, though wrapping his hands tighter around Remus’s back.
“So you will do it again, if I ask?” Remus continued, lifting his head and looking down on his lover.
“Ask?” Severus smirked. “You didn’t bloody ask.” His voice softened as Remus frowned. “That’s the way you get what you want - you take it.”
“That’s very Slytherin. I’m not a Slytherin.”
“You’re married to one. Isn’t that enough?”
Remus smiled and put his head back on Severus’s chest, pressing harder against his body. “It is,” he whispered contentedly. He always loved birthdays.