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How he dreaded these times�

It was the sixth.� The sixth moon cycle, anyway.� By no means was it only the sixth time
Severus had come for sex.

Yes, he dreaded it and savored it
in a way he would never admit.� Because,
really, he and Severus were not as different as people thought.� Remus had always been a loner by nature of
his condition (no matter what friends he made), and the same could be said for
Snape � though his condition consisted only of a cold disposition, lack of
social skills, and an unfortunate combination of looks.�

Yet Severus was not ugly, at least
not to him.� He took getting used to.� For a while his face had seemed like a
surrealist painting, tense with concentration and asymmetry, but now Remus no
longer noticed the flaws.� Besides, he had
his own fair share of them.� It was,
perhaps, appropriate that he and Severus were perversely attracted to one
another.

Severus entered, shutting the door
with a little more finesse than his usual cantankerous slam.� He professed not to care about the things
that bothered Remus after his transformation, but Remus knew better; Severus
was oddly considerate when he was recovering, whereas any other time he seemed
not to know what considerate even meant.�
Similarly, Remus professed not to care that this was the only time Snape
came to him � just after the moon and the week after, when he felt miserable �
but he did.�

It was one thing for Severus to
brew him the Wolfsbane; potions were potions, and he probably got some
enjoyment out of the challenge.� But there
was no need for his �assistance� afterwards, and it was certainly not the best
time for Remus.� He would have preferred
the advances before the full moon. �The
heavy potential of the end of the cycle made him moody, aggressive�he shuddered
to think what it would be like if they made love then.� But in this state, with his body aching and
his limbs like lead, he could do little more than lie on his back and
accommodate the other man � and Severus knew it.

Perhaps it gave Severus some small
feeling of control, of superiority.�
Remus knew very well, though, that it had been months since either of
them had been in control.� Yes, he knew,
because at first Severus had waited and waited and finally broken down in the
thick darkness; now he was in bed the moment the door was locked and warded.

�Nox.�� Severus�s voice was a coarse whisper.� The night shrouded them, and rough potion
master�s hands were on him.� They touched
bruises, scrapes, aching bones, and Remus could never figure out why this
slight surge of pain was so erotic.� He
wondered if Snape enjoyed that same dull ache, and determined to test it.

Severus seldom kissed him, but he
did tonight.� His mouth was needy and
sought Remus�s neck and ear and jaw, and Remus replied in kind.�� He let his lips and teeth work harder than
usual, and he knew he was leaving marks, but he did not care � his reward was
the thick erection throbbing and twitching persistently against his thigh.

Severus�s breathing was harsh, and
he even let out something that could be considered a moan at one point.� Maybe he realized that he was losing control,
because a few moments later he pulled away, out of Remus�s reach, and sought
the werewolf�s turgid organ.� Usually it
was just his hand, but tonight it was his mouth.

Remus knew he had lost his
advantage, and didn�t much mind, because, fuck, Severus knew how to suck
cock.� He didn�t care to speculate why,
or who he had become so proficient on; Remus just let himself enjoy the guilty
sensation.� But when he stopped, and
began to position himself between Remus�s legs, his head cleared enough to
remember that he did not want it to be this way tonight.

�No.�� He put his hand against Snape�s stomach,
stopping him from moving forward.

There was a surprised silence.� Remus had never refused him before � not out
loud. �And then, �What do you mean no?�

�I mean I want to fuck you for
once.�

Another silence, as Severus reigned
in his shock and considered.� �But aren�t
you too weak?�

There was a
hardness in Lupin�s voice when he said, �I�ll find the strength.�

And, to his extreme astonishment,
Severus let him.� He relinquished his
position and laid down, handing the lube � no doubt his own special formulation
� to Remus.

It hurt to rise, and it hurt even
more to kneel over Severus, but it was worth it.� As he lubed his strange lover, listening to
the soft gasps and watching the tension of his muscles, he whispered, �I didn�t
think you�d agree.�

Snape�s eyes were intense when he
replied, �You had better get on with it before I change my mind.�

Remus did as he suggested, pushing
forward into the tight, hot warmth of his opening.� The feeling made him dizzy, and he had to
hold Severus�s knees to steady himself.�
Snape had no patience for this; squirming, he demanded, �For Merlin�s
sake, move!�

Gathering his strength, Remus
thrust deeper inside him, encountering less resistance than he thought he
would.� Panting already, he set a slow
pace.� Severus�s lube and his asshole
were, quite frankly, miraculous.� Lupin
was more than happy to enjoy the slow friction, but apparently Severus was not.

�I am going to strangle you if you do not start fucking me!�

My, he was a lot less demanding on
top.

�I�d like to see you try,� Remus
said, stopping altogether.� He leaned
over, resting his forearms on the other man�s pale chest.� Severus was tense.� It felt wonderful to be in control.

�You certainly are daring in your
crippled state.�� The smooth baritone of
Snape�s voice was full of some lusty threat.�
It made Remus shiver, but he was not going to give in.� Severus could be powerfully sexual when he
wanted to be.� However, Remus rather
liked the different angle his boldness had created.

�And you are certainly enjoying
it,� he retorted, smiling in a way that he knew would infuriate the other
man.� There was no denying it; Severus�s
manhood was throbbing as hotly as ever against Lupin�s belly.

Snape�s hands twitched.� There was something like a grimace on his
face.� Oh, how he hated to admit it.� That, at least, was a small triumph.� Seeing as Severus had more or less forced him
into this arrangement, he could at least take satisfaction in knowing that he
had created a genuine need � a need for someone he hated.� He wasn�t coming to Remus because he could,
as it had been in the beginning.� Now he
came because he needed to.� Remus grinned
and moved just so, causing a sharp intake of breath
from Severus.

A moment later Snape�s hands came
up, too quickly for Remus to react, and were around his neck.� His grip was not tight, but Remus did not
believe for one minute that Severus wouldn�t choke him into unconsciousness if
he annoyed him enough.� It was a
tantalizing and volatile line to walk.� A
sudden strange spasm of feeling invaded, and he could only stare at Severus,
who was a contrast in light and dark against the blue sheets. �He never decorated with red, contrary to
popular belief.� After his graduation
from Hogwarts, he had come to associate it far too much with blood.

He had never looked into Snape�s
eyes like this before.� They really were
black.� Black and angry and�

Severus�s hands shifted to the back
of his neck, and Remus was pulled down into a brutal kiss.� The change in position caused him to shift
inside Severus most pleasurably.� He
gasped into the kiss, and that was the last breath he got for what seemed like
a full minute.� His head was
spinning.� Severus felt tighter now; he
supposed more blood had deserted his brain for more enjoyable pastures.

�This,� Snape said, still holding
tightly, his nose nearly touching Lupin�s, �is your last chance.� Fuck me, now, or I will pin you down and
enjoy you until you are positively raw.�

Remus knew he would.� He had done it before.� But he was not going to follow commands like
some slave.� This was a battle of wills
and egos, and he was tired of being the graceful loser.� Extracting himself from the other man�s grip,
he slid his hand between their bodies, gripping the thick erection that lay
against Snape�s abdomen.� He began to
stroke it, his fingers firm against the straining flesh, and at the same time,
he resumed the slow thrusting pace of before.�
He pushed harder and further this time, sinking into his lover as deeply
as he could, until he met enough resistance that he feared he might actually
hurt him.

Remus tortured him like this for a
few minutes.� His mind was becoming fuzzy
with the pleasure, and he began, ever so slightly, to pick up the pace.� An uncontrollable shiver went through
Severus.� The bed shifted slightly as his
heels dug in.� His voice was strained
when he said, �I will not last long like this.�

Remus leaned close and briefly
pressed his lips to Snape�s.� Then he
looked straight into his shadowy eyes and enunciated, �Shut up.� �

And he did.

With that small victory, Remus gave
him what he wanted.� He fucked him as
hard and fast as his pain-stricken body would allow.� It allowed quite a lot once his endorphins
kicked in.

The bed creaked beneath them as
sighs and gasps turned to moans.� Such
noises had never come from Severus before.�
He was tightening around him, his insides, his entire body, and as his
fingertips dug into Remus�s back, Severus ceased to be anything but a man.� He did not call his name, but Remus could
feel his unrestrained movement and hear his intense pleasure in the ragged
sounds of their lovemaking.� He wished
more than anything that Severus would let him into his head, because he knew he
could, but it would never happen.

Perhaps it was better that way;
Remus felt near to exploding.� He had
never been with a man before Severus, and since then, he had always been the
recipient.� But this � Merlin�s beard, he
never could have imagined what it felt like to fuck him.� It was utopia, plain and simple.� Every nerve in his cock was singing; he
hardly felt the aches and pains that had kept him abed before.� It was getting harder and harder to force his
manhood into Snape�s slick passage.� He
was close � the hot, fitful tightness of his ass was driving Lupin to madness. �Remus continued to pound him, completely
unable to moderate the sounds and exclamations that spilled from his lips.

�Ahh�fuck�.Severus�.!�

A moment later, his dark lover went
rigid, his back arching, his breath drawing in through one cataclysmic
gasp.� Severus came with a short, loud
cry, his hands clenched on either side of his head.� He made a face that looked like he was in
pain, but so much better.� The hot warmth
of his semen burst between them, painting their straining bodies.

Lupin�s arms could no longer
support him.� Severus�s insides were
squeezing him so tightly that he could not see or hear or do anything but feel;
the world seemed to draw in around him, around the ecstasy in his groin, and
then to explode outwards in a fantastic, spasmodic fit.� He was vaguely aware that he was making a lot
of noise and pressing so deeply into Severus that his balls ached, but he
hadn�t the brain capacity to care.

It passed, eventually, and he found
himself laying on top of Severus, who was panting
rapidly with his eyes closed.� His lips
were dry and red and Remus wanted to kiss them, but he could not move.� Snape�s hand was moving on his back, up and
down � just an inch or two � and Remus wondered if he was aware of the fact
that he was absently caressing him.� Probably not.

Time drifted.� At some point Severus extracted himself from
beneath Remus and performed a thorough Scourgify to banish the stickiness that
was rapidly cooling on both their stomachs and the bedclothes.� Then he was pressing a glass of water to
Remus�s lips; Remus drank gratefully.�
After that, he remembered no more.

*�� *�� *�� *�� *�� *

He woke slowly to the light sounds
of someone moving around in the room.� It
was Severus; he could tell by his scent and the swish of his voluminous robes
as he pretended to be busy.� Opening his
eyes, he sought the man dressed in black.�
His back was to him, but Severus seemed to know when people were
staring, so his awakening would not long be a secret.

A few moments later, Severus turned
and eyed him.� It was a strange look,
equal parts disapproval and relief.� But
he said nothing.

�How long was I out?� Remus finally
asked, stretching and frowning as his bones cracked in protest.

�About two days.�

Remus sat up quickly.� �Two days?�
I thought it was something like a few hours��

Snape only shrugged.� His silence was expected, but unnerving
nonetheless.

�I missed class, then,� Remus said,
sighing.

�I told Dumbledore you were
ill.� Moreso than
usual.�

He nodded.� �Who taught for me?�

Severus�s eyebrows went up
slightly.� �I did.�

�I�m sure the children loved that,�
Remus said, rolling his eyes.

�Enjoyment is not the point,
Lupin.� They probably learned more in
that one class than you could teach them the entire year.�

The barb hurt, but Remus was ready.
�I don�t know, Severus.� I have yet to
see anyone in any of your classes who has learned to bottle fame or brew
glory.�

�That,� Snape said, �is because
they are all idiots.� No amount of
teaching can help that.�

True, most of them were better at
other things, but that was to be expected; very few people were as gifted as
Severus at potions.� Yet he knew there
were some in school now, not the least of which was��

�Hermione Granger.� She is not an idiot.�

At that, Snape had a most unusual
reaction.� He smiled.� �No.�
No, she is not.�

Remus looked at him askance for a
moment and then concluded that he must be fantasizing about having her in
Slytherin house.� The only thing better
to him than extremely complicated potions was a ruthlessly intelligent
Slytherin.

�What did you teach them, anyway?�

Severus gave him another odd
smile.� �Page three hundred and ninety
four.�� The half-grin vanished quickly,
and Snape seemed to draw himself up regally.�
�Now, if you do not require anything from me, I�m leaving.�

Remus shook his head.� He felt well enough, and Severus was acting
strangely.� Almost�gloating?� As Snape swept out the door (back to his usual
cantankerous slam), a feeling of unease settled in Lupin�s stomach.� What had Severus done that made him
so�cheerful?

He got out of bed, feeling his
muscles complain and ignoring them.�
Still, as he walked over to the desk where his books for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class were, he knew he was hobbling
slightly.� He found the proper book and
began flipping through pages.� There were
many things he would not have taught the younger children, and he didn�t put it
past Snape to scare the living daylights out of them with the most terrible
creatures and dark magic he could think of.

When he arrived at page three
hundred and ninety-four, it was one
of the most frightening dark creatures, and one he had hoped to avoid in the
course of the class.� His heart
sank.� Werewolves.� Werewolves!

What in God�s name was Severus
trying to do?� He leaned against the
desk, staring at the violent mythological images that adorned the first pages
of the chapter.� He understood now, why
Severus had smiled at the mention of Hermione Granger, why he seemed to be in
such a deviously good mood�

Hermione would figure it out.� If no one else did, she would.� She was too bright for her own good.� Severus had planted the clues, and the bastard
knew she would eventually put them together.

Anger began to simmer in his
chest.� It had been so nice to start with
a clean slate.� Sure, some people at
Hogwarts knew what he was, but it was not their business or their wish to make
it known.� Except
Severus.

Severus.� There was no neutrality with him, no
truce.� The dark, hateful Slytherin would
be getting him back his entire life�getting him back for turning a blind eye to
what Sirius and James did to him.� But
Snape was not innocent in it all; half the time, if he had just kept his mouth
shut instead of spewing his horrifically bigoted comments, they would have left
him alone.� Remus had felt the sting of
those comments one too many times, and it did not matter that Snape hadn�t
known of his condition until seventh year.�
All of his vile mutterings about mudbloods and muggle scum and anything
that was not a pureblood (ironic, considering he himself was not!) overpowered
Remus�s feelings of sympathy when he was picked on.� Snape repelled people; if he was not so
abrasive, so hateful, maybe there would have been someone like Sirius or James
to stick up for him.

It did not matter now.� Snape had gotten him, and gotten him
good.� But Remus couldn�t help but wonder
what had prompted this new bout of cruelty � as if trapping him into sex as an
unspoken condition of brewing the Wolfsbane potion was not enough.� That was all right; Severus never hurt him
anymore, even went out of his way to make sure that he enjoyed it, and Remus
never blatantly objected.� He was lonely,
and so was Severus � and they both knew it.�
Plus, he had to admit that he felt indebted to him, both for the events
of the past and because of the potion.� As
strange as it was, and as used as he sometimes felt, he did not mind that bit
of power play.

But this�he felt almost ready to
cry with frustration.� It was only a matter
of time before he was found out.� And
then it would happen � the prejudice, the comments, the threats, the fear.� That was
what he hated most of all: the fear.� The
pain of knowing that others thought him capable of injuring or killing them,
and wished not to associate with him because of it, was awful.� But the fact that their fear was perfectly
reasonable was what made it truly excruciating.�
Oh, how he wished the moon would be full tomorrow, because he would kill
Severus and feel very little remorse.� At
least not right away.

Well, he could not kill him, but
damned if he had not been the best friend of Sirius Black, Snape�s ultimate
nemesis.� He was going to repay him for
this.� He did not care if it was
perpetuating an old, dead conflict.� He
did not care if it made him childish.�
Severus could have beaten him, tortured him, invited a gang of his old
Death Eater friends over to molest him, and still it would not have hurt as
much as this.� Yes, he was going to get
him back.

*�� *�� *�� *�� *�� *

Two days later, he was walking down
an empty corridor towards the library and Severus rounded the corner.� He was preoccupied with something and did not
notice that Lupin was directly in his path.�
Looking up at the last moment, he was met with a fist.

His eye was already blackening when
he looked up at Lupin.� Snape was
shocked, that much Remus could tell.�
Remus had never hit anyone out of anything but self-defense before.� He was too worried that doing so would
confirm his reputation as a dangerous werewolf.�
But he no longer cared; in fact, he wanted to impress that very thing
onto Snape.� His eyes were cold and
hateful as he looked down at Severus and spat, �I think you know what that was
for.�

Remus left him on the floor.� A black eye was quickly and easily healed,
but he knew it would serve to remind Severus of exactly who he was dealing
with.� He only seemed like he was a kind,
softspoken pushover all the time.� He
could be as vile as any Slytherin when necessary � anyone could. ��And, just like a Slytherin, he could hide the
cruelty well enough that no one would be able to see it.�

After all, Remus was good at hiding
things.
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