Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

the darkest hour	By : francis Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1355 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-the darkest hour
- 1
The Darkest Hour

Author Francis

Disclaimer : The charas belong to J.K.R. and Warner Brothers.
Pairing : Lupin/Snape
Rating : NC-17
Warning : NON-CON, PWP, Violence, Spoilers (Vol. 3-5), Lemon.

Dedicated to Cay

It was nearly full moon, he felt it in every bone, as he approached the staircase down to the hall.

The picture of Sirius mother was wailing again. Her high and piercing voice cursing him rang in his ears.

Somebody had forgotten to close the damned curtains, banishing the old hag into her lonely frame.

His senses had all ready sharpened and his head felt like exploding in the next few seconds. The light nearly blinded him.

His hand clung to the banister, to keep himself from stumbling down the stairs. He was sick, but he could stop himself from

puking all over the ugly, dark carpet.

He hated his transformation, the loss of humanity. He feared to awake one morning, covered in blood, finding the bodies of his friends,

who worked for the order, torn apart by no one other than himself.

He tried to ignore the little voice in the back of his head whispering about the pleasure of feeling, his carnasials sinking deep into a human body.

The salty taste of blood squirting down his throat.

He knew how it felt when his claws ripped open a chest and thoughts of it left his body shivering in anticipation.

He loathed this place for all its dark secrets and the imprisonment Sirius felt because of the necessity of hiding here.

Naturally Snape took his time. He did not seem to be concerned of Sirius health or the other members.

Remus suspected him to enjoy his position of power a bit too much.

The silly git was the only one, who was able to prepare the potion that enabled Remus to stay where he was without turning

into an incalculable danger to all residence of the household. He needed the first dose within the next few hours.

Lupin did not like depending on Snape's help but there was no way of changing it, so he endured it smiling.

Hence forth he ignored the pain and the helplessness.

He took the last few steps and was relived to feel the even ground beneath his feet.

There was a rapid knock on the front door before he even had had a chance to closed curtains and spread darkness over Mrs. Black's ugly face.

He turned away from the newly lifted voice and opened the massive wooden door swiftly.

Severus stood outside, apparently eager to come in as soon as possible, his cold dark eyes darted restlessly across the room.

"Good evening Severus." Remus said calmly and stepped to the side, to give the man clad in a black cloak the possibility to enter the house.

"Lupin!" He barely nodded in the direction of the werewolf as he strode briskly through the room and drew the curtains authoritative

over the wailing painting.

"Have you been able to brew the potion?" Lupin had turned around to watch the head of Slytherin's-House.

"You do not expect me to set my foot into this shabby house without a good reason, do you?" Snape's cold eyes slid over the premature face.

Remus thought he had seen the traces of an smile twitching on the thin lips.

/As slimy and silly as usual!/ He thought to himself.

"At least you are here with good news." Lupin answered politely and forced himself to keep on smiling. He closed the door carefully.

He knew Snape was studying his face for traces of the impact the moon was having on him, but he did not want to give him the satisfaction

of knowing how bad he really felt.

After a few moments the cold and silky whisper broke the silence.

"I see a good reason werewolves do not have the reputation of accomplishment!" He took a deep look into the golden eyes.

"As I did not suspect you of coming here to enjoy yourself, I did not dare to hope you would stay here any longer than your mission required.

But you made quite clear that I was wrong. Naturally you are invited to a cup of tea or would a meal suit you better?"

It needed more than that to upset him.

He knew Severus for more than 20 years by now and he was not expected to marry him.

"Leastways, when you are in your human form, you do have some sense compared to the people you regard as your friends." snarled the potionmaster,

swirled around and marched off to the kitchen.

This time Remus was nearly on the verge of losing his temper. /How does it feel to have no friends at all?/ a weak smile softened his expression as

he followed the other man into the dark and deserted room.

The potion had been placed on the table, the silly git sat behind it waiting to be served his cup of tea.

After taking a spoon full of the smoking liquid Lupin felt in the right composure to prepare Earl Grey without putting a jinx on Severus' cup so it

would spill its contents all over his robes.

He sat down, opposite to the black haired man and took a sip of the hot beverage. The taste of the potion was definitely improvable, compared to the

immediate effect it had on him. His head stopped aching and he felt at ease for the first time today.

"I suppose you have to lay down the duty for the order for the next couple of days?"

Remus was quite sure, that even Snape understood, sending a werewolf after their foes to spy on them during full moon was not the cleverest
decision.

"During these days I am of no great use to Dumbledore, but you can believe me, I would prefer working to becoming a beast."

Severus eyes glittered and again he seemed to smile.

"I am sure Potter's Godfather will be grateful that he is not the only one locked up in this house." There was a pleased undertone in his voice.

Remus sighed softly. He decided to change the subject.

"I would be grateful if you stopped insulting my friends. You are very helpful for the Headmaster and we all appreciate it,

but Sirius is not happy with being stuck here. He is keen on doing something useful.

Granted, we were enemies at Hogwards and both of us gave you a great deal of problems two years ago.

Still you should show the greatness of mind to quit provoking him."

Snapes long and thin Fingers lay tightly around the cup and he examined his antagonist.

"He tried to kill me..." He sounded even colder than normally.

"He was a teenager and I do not think he really wanted to kill you." Remus was not sure if he guessed right, but Sirius always had had a strange

sense of humour.

The sky outside grew darker and the moon rose slowly over the roofs of London. Lupin took a bigger gulp out of his cup.

He looked at his Fingers and noticed his nails had grown and sharpened, one of the first symptoms of his metamorphosis.

He was aware of the fact, that he should start to move into his room and to close the door tightly behind his back.

He was of no great danger tonight, but tomorrow morning, he would not know what he had done whilst the whole house was sleeping.

Nowadays he was conscious of the danger he represented towards other human beings and he did not forgive himself the nightly wanderings

to Hogsmead while they were still at school.

Severus watched him out of the corner of his eyes.

In a few seconds Remus would excuse him self for feeling tired and unwell and go to bed.

The first time he had interrupted Lupin's routine, it was a lapse. He merely had forgotten to ask him for a book he was in need of.

Two years had passed by now. But he remembered it, as if it had happened only yesterday.

He had followed the werewolf to his bureau and after he had knocked stiff-necked and demanded entrance Lupin had opened the door.

The other had lost a great deal of his senses by that time and instead of giving Snape the book he desired, he gave him something else,

even more precious and unique.

Of cause Severus had tried to get out of the room before any harm was done, but the strength of the golden eyed man had greatly increased

and he was without chance to escape.

The fear and the pleasure had accumulated as he felt the strong hands roam over his body, leaving his skin burning with deep and bleeding scratches.

He relished the feeling of the pointed fangs sinking into his pliant flesh. He sighed as he thought about the experience,

it was pure lust and brute force.

Remus was not aware of the sight he gave to Snape as his delicate tongue ran over his upper alignment, testing incisors and eye-teeth

to check for the slightest changes. His golden eyes lingered on the table and the werewolf was obviously lost in thoughts.

"Before you hide in your room, you probably should have another spoon of the potion it would be a shame if you destroyed the valuable furniture..."

The biting sarcasm brought Remus back to reality.

"Even though you just tried to provoke me I agree to your suggestion." Lupin swallowed the remedy and stood up.

"If you would please be so kind to excuse me, I will retreat into my room. Good night Severus, you certainly will find your way out." He smiled at

the black haired man and left the kitchen, not waiting for a reply.

Snape stayed where he was, not taking the advice to leave.

Later he snuck up the stairs to the dormitory where he would spend a heated night with his unaware 'lover'.

He heard Lupin stride across the room restless and clearly not knowing what to with the energy that flooded his veins.

Snape hesitated in front of the door. He knew of the danger and he enjoyed the prickling sensation of fear that spread across his spine.

He closed his eyes to relish his feelings, the pounding of his heart in anticipation of what the night might bring.

/You waited long enough for an opportunity to get what you desire. Faltering could give an objective observer the impression

the 'petite liaison' meant a lot to you. You are certainly not the na�ve kind.

It's nothing but utilizing his unawareness and the demands of his animalistic self./ Snape thought by himself but was not really sure

whether he believed it or if he just wanted to becalm himself.

/I should allow myself the little amusement of staying till morning and see Remus' reaction./ He smiled satisfied turned around and knocked at the door.

A low and menacing growl pointed out, that the harasser should stop the noise and leave the inhabitant alone.

That also was a part of the ritual it had become for the head of Slytherin-House.

He did not move for a few seconds and then repeated the interrupting noise.

Nothing happened, probably he had stayed downstairs for too long.

Snape reached inside his pocket and pulled out his wand.

"Alohomora..." He whispered and the door sprang open with a little cracking sound.

Softly he pushed it open and stepped quietly into the room. It was gloomy inside but a pair of yellow glowing eyes met his gaze.

Remus snarled threateningly. Severus saw the tense aristocratic profile as the other man stepped into the ray of moon light that hit the floor in front of the four-poster-bed.

A small click indicated, that the way out was blocked by the door that had fallen shut behind his back.

They stood and stared at each other in silence.

The tall black haired professor crossed the room towards the man who had lost control over himself due to the venom that circulated through his veins.

Gingerly he raised his hand, it came to rest on the silken, silvery hair and slowly ran through the sleek strands.

The watchful eyes of the werewolf narrowed in suspicion as he observed him closely, but he did not move.

It was a novelty, all the other times, Severus had not even been able to touch him.

Slowly he bent down, kissed the sweet cursed lips and felt being kissed back in return.

The sweetness none withstanding, he knew it was only a matter of time, until the monster would take over and he would get laid.

Sharpened carnassial teeth dug into his lower lip. It stung as the soft tongue slid over the cut, to taste his blood.

Suddenly the werewolf let out a aggressive growl and he felt himself being pushed onto the bed.

Snape groaned in longing and found himself sprawled on the silk-sheets.

Lupin swiftly squat over his victim, trapped him with his body. He bent his head and sniffed at the long white throat,

his tongue darted out at the fragrant skin and he lapped up the delicate taste.

His claw-like nails ripped Snapes clothes into pieces, leaving faintest traces on the scarred chest.

The stigmas were the landscapes of their adventures, caused by the hands that traced them now.

The dark eyes were shut tightly and a frisson spread over the sacrificed body was wrecked by slight shivers.

Remus' fingers scratched down his sides and Snape felt blood ran down his skin. The skilful tongue tracing it's path and smoothing

the scratches, leaving them aflame.

A moan escaped the thin lips and Snape's hands dug into the sheets as if it would stop him from losing his grip.

The bared teeth sunk painfully into his flesh. He pushed himself against the arousing bite that send shivers down his spine.

He would never have suspected himself of enjoying pain, not after all he had seen, when he had been a little boy.

The helplessness that once had brought him to the verge of tears, brought him now pleasure beyond comparison.

Given by the man he had secretly admired in their schooldays.

His fantasies had been somewhat different from what he was experiencing but there was no way of dominating a werewolf.

Whatsoever, after the first night with Remus he had to acknowledge, that being bottom was far from being unpleasant. On contrary.

He heard the ripping noise of his short becoming mere shreds. Heated finger stroke over the shaft of his erection.

A growl indicated that the beast was eager to taste more of the human flesh.

How the black haired wished to feel the gentle lips sucking on his sensitive skin, knowing, that there was no way to tell

that they would not harm him. He defiantly fancied the waywardness.

And again the finger nails tore into his skin and the adorable lips closed over the fresh wounds drinking his blood.

He wanted to entangle his fingers in Lupins hair and pull him into a searing kiss.

But the mouth devoured the top of his erection and he heard himself uttering a hoarse cry.

His fingers dug deeper into the bed linen and his head flung aside.

He opened his eyes only for a short gaze of the glowing yellow eyes, watching him distrustful.

Seeing Remus agile tongue grazing his heated flesh was almost unbearable.

He bit his lower lip to be abstracted from the overwhelming sensation.

He wanted to last longer, at least a little.

But Remus made it even harder as he swallowed the cock, sucked it deeper into his throat, his wet and soft tongue stroking it,

tasting every inch of his skin. It was unbelievable.

Fingers scraped over the insides of his thighs.

As if the beast had had enough of the tenderness the jaws snapped shut biting down hard, leaving an angry bruise on the pale belly.

Parts of his body felt raw and tender as the fingers deepened the wounds mercilessly.

The combination of pain and pleasure left him breathless and not sure if he was on the verge of losing his mind.

Suddenly he was bereft of all the agonizing delights, when Remus drew back.

He heard the dry tearing of fabrics and blinked to see how Lupin disposed his clothes.

The look of the athletic but slender body in the pale moon light burned itself deep into his memory.

Their bare skin met and the searing pain intensified as the transpiration of the werewolf mingled with his blood.

The faint scent of the golden eyed man lured him to turned his head slowly towards the promising warmth.

Self-acting his legs spread wantonly so Lupin's hip would slide between his thighs.

Severus felt Lupin's erection sink deep into his pliant body and simultaneously the sharp-nailed fingers clamped tightly over his shoulders,

leaving bloody imprints.

The werewolf moaned but the noise was silenced, when he nibbled somewhat rather brutal on Snapes neck.

Lupin thrust his pelvis forward and Severus digits pierced deep holes into the blanket.

Burying his nose gently at the other mans collarbone, the potions-master sighed constantly, every time his prostate was being hit.

Again and again the carnassials sank into his skin, mimicking the deep thrusts.

The noises of lust escaping the sensuous lips sent shivers down the spine of the Slytherin.

Faster and faster their bodies collided, driving them closer to the relief the orgasm would bring to their feverish lust.

Everything narrowed down to the climax, finding oblivion in the frenzy of their unification.

Lupin sank down onto the other man.

He lay there for a few comforting moments, out of breath. Severus fingers were trembling as he ran them trough the greying hair.

It was still dark outside as Remus detached himself from Severus and laid down on the other side of the four-poster.

Severus heard the breath deepen and becoming steadier as the werewolf apparently had fallen asleep.

It took him a while to calm down. His body was still aching, but it was of no matter to him.

Even the marks their liaison had left on his skin did not bother him.

It was the price he gladly paid for the pleasure.

Still deep in thoughts he fell asleep.

The alarming twitter of birds awoke Remus Lupin the next morning.

He felt horrible. His vision was blurred and it was much too loud.

It took a couple of minutes until he realised where he was. Bit by bit the memories of the previous evening came back to him.

Of course he had left the bottle with the potion in the kitchen.

It was not only his fault, he just had not been able to stand the presence of the silly git any longer.

He sat up and streched. At least he had been able to sleep and as far as he could see there were no marks of automutilation on his body.

He seemed to have felt the urge to rip his clothes.

It was one of the newer tics he had developed during his transformation.

It had started round about two years ago, maybe it was a side effect of the potion.

His gaze fell onto his hands and stared appalled at his nails. They were covered with blood he felt his heart sink in his chest.

Had he been outside this room and injured somebody else instead of himself?

The door was closed and there were no screams floating up to his room so he calmed himself.

But still he wondered if that was possible, not aware of what he was doing, he stuck his finger in his mouth and started to suck at the dried blood.

When he finally discovered his wicked doing, he immediately stop it.

His stomach was turning over again and he felt slightly nausea but again he could stop himself from puking.

/It would be wise to stand up and take the potion./ He thought to himself.

He turned his head hoping to find at least his shorts in a wearable condition, when his heart missed some beats.

A Man was laying next to him, the face hidden underneath a heap of pillows.

His first impulse was to jump out off the bed a take a flight out of his room.

His brain searched feverishly for an answer to the question whom the scarred back belonged to. He just did not have a clue.

Another alarming thought came up and realization hit him.

He did know this body and the scares.

He had left the injuries on the white skin.

The sides of the body were covered with freshly added scratches, that would explained the state of his hands.

He tried to calm down.

/Ok lets see who was here yesterday evening. Sirius in the first place./ He thrust a glance at the body.

But it seemed impossible to him, that Sirius would come into his room getting laid on a regular base without going on about it for the next month.

This possibility was excluded.

He did not dare to think about the next available person.

/NOT HIM!/ he felt his heart pound against his rips. He thought he was not able to breath.

He sat there perfectly still watching the naked man sleeping in his bed. He had his doubts about wanting to know who it was by now.

"Too eager to know with whom you did spend one night a month for the last two years as to be able to fall asleep again Lupin?"

a cold familiar voice whispered.

The End
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

the darkest hour