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Underneath	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 6542 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: 'Underneath' is part of my 'Snape's Skivvies' series. 'Snape's
Skivvies' is a series of PWP oneshots that – while each story
can stand on its own – are intended to be read as a group and
will probably make the most sense read in order.

I'm never very confident in my portrayal of Remus, so if he's ooc,
well, I did my best.

The series so far:

1. Heat (Snape x Harry)

2. Underneath (Remus x Severus – Marauders Era, with some
Snarry on the side)

Warnings: The usual suspects – slash, bottom Snape!, PWP. (well, okay, there's
probably a teeny bit of plot, but it's mostly just gay guys having
sex).

Underneath

Part of the 'Snape's Skivvies' Series. Story 2 of 5.

It's been said that people who sleep in the same bed share dreams.
Severus Snape sometimes found himself laying awake and night praying
it wasn't true as his lover nuzzled deeper into his embrace. He
often dreamed of the past, and there were some things in that past he
knew that Harry Potter would never let him live down, and others he
was probably better off not knowing.

Severus had gotten used to hiding his thoughts while awake, but while
asleep, he well knew it was virtually impossible not to dream. 'I'm
just being paranoid. I have to teach first year potions in five
hours. I can't afford to lay here thinking all night.'
He sighed softly and let his eyes drift closed, nearly smiling to
himself as he heard Harry murmur his name in his sleep and curl more
tightly against his side. It was amazing, really. All the lessons
he'd learned from life had done nothing to prepare him for falling in
love with this boy. Thankfully, he'd at least gained some experience
in having sex with men over the years – it saved him from
looking too much the fool.

As he slept, his mind wandered back to times when he had, in fact,
looked incredibly foolish, like the day James Potter displayed his
graying briefs in front of what he was still convinced had to be the
better part of the student body...

Several Years Earlier

He ran. Like a coward. Severus cursed himself for that now, but in
his moment of panic when his slender body hit the ground, Severus had
pulled up his pants quickly, fixed James Potter with the death glare
to end all death glares, and ran as if running could save him from
the snide remarks chasing him up the halls of Hogwarts or the
snickers and stares he was sure would follow. He should have hexed
the bastard. He knew a number of good ones. He should have cursed
him with some kind of penile disease – it would have served him
right. But no, Severus ran. An hour had passed and he was still
kicking himself for it.

It wasn't like him to skip a class, but after that scene he just
couldn't bring himself to show his face in Transfiguration. He'd
gone to the library instead. He grabbed the first book that looked
even remotely interesting: “For Enemies: Jinxes, Hexes, and
assorted Maladies”, it was called. Thinking about the
various horrible things he'd like to do to James and his little
friends somewhat improved his mood, but only barely. He had to admit
that he rather liked the way that sounded in his current mood: 'for
enemies'. He carried the text with him to the darkest, most private
corner of the library he could find, which happened to be on the
floor where two bookshelves joined in the maze-like alcove known as
the Muggle Studies section. He imagined you could stay here for weeks
without anyone ever finding you. Studying various obscure curses
somehow swallowed the entire day. He had only meant to spend an hour
or two calming himself, but when he heard footsteps and lifted his
head he realized it had to be very late. He assumed it would be the
librarian telling him he had to go back to his dorm, but it was Remus
Lupin standing in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and deepened his
frown.

Remus looked down at the book coddled on his knees. “For
Enemies, huh?” he said, squatting down and wrapping his arms
around his knees, resting his chin atop his arms. “I hope that
doesn't include me.”

“And why wouldn't it?” Severus snipped.

Remus sighed as if the Slytherin was behaving in exactly the manner
he expected. “It really wasn't all that bad, you know,”
he said.

“How would you know?! You weren't the one hung upside down,
with the whole school looking at your skivvies!” Severus
exclaimed dramatically.

Remus offered the dark haired boy his best placating smile and put a
finger to his lips. Shh. Library. “It wasn't the whole
school,” he whispered. “You're exaggerating.”

“Not by much,” Severus griped. “What do you want?”

“You didn't come to dinner. I was concerned that James and
Sirius had gone too far.”

They always went too far. Severus didn't have to say it out loud for
Remus to read it easily in the way his polished black gaze hardened.

“...and I thought you might overreact,” the sandy-haired
youth finished.

“You thought I might curse your dear friends. Well, you're
right, I'm looking for something good,” Severus postured. He
wasn't. He'd entertained a fantasy or two as he read, but he knew
he'd never go through with any of them. Lily would be pissed. Last
month, she swore she'd never forgive him for a minor hex. She hadn't
spoken to him for twelve days. A more substantial curse would be
cause for a longer silent treatment and he was fairly sure twelve
days was the limit of how long he could deal with her evil eye.

Remus tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. “It's just a
pair of underwear, Severus,” he said gently, leaning forward
and gently pulling the book away.

'No. It's a pair of faded, dingy briefs. Potter just can't be
satisfied to humiliate me by catching me off guard. He has to show
the entire school that I've precious little money to waste on even
the most basic necessities. It must be nice, being born with a
silver spoon in one's mouth.' “Go
away,” Snape replied. If he really thought about it, he hated
Remus slightly less than the others, but not by much, and his
presence was very much undesired at the moment.

“Severus, look at me,” Remus answered, leaning forward on
his knees and taking Snape's chin in hand to pull the Slyterin's
gaze up to meet his. “Hasn't anyone ever told you its what's
underneath that counts?”

Severus glared at him as hard as he
could. 'If only that were true,'
he thought. “Piss off, Lupin. You know as well as I do that
no one wants anything to do with what's underneath my briefs.”
He left out the adjectives he was tempted to put before briefs:
dingy, gray, embarrassing...the list went on and on but he wasn't
going to give Lupin the satisfaction of hearing it. He swatted
Remus' hand away from his face.

“Do I?” Lupin asked. “I can think of one, at
least, who might be interested.”

“You're daft,” Severus answered, but before he could tell
the blasted Gryffindor to go away again, his chin was grabbed more
firmly than the last time and he was pulled forward into what could
only be described as a hungry kiss. Remus had him pinned in the
corner and adjusted his weight to straddle his hips. One hand had
his chin, the other was pressed to the bookshelf beside his head, and
he was pushing his tongue down Snape's throat.

It was his first kiss. Severus panicked and bit the invading tongue,
causing Remus to abruptly pull back. “No, then?” Remus
asked with a sheepish grin, letting his hand fall away from Snape's
chin, but gently caressing his cheek with the back of his knuckles.
He paused, but then dared to drag his fingertips very lightly across
Severus' thin lips. “That's a shame. I, for one, was very
much looking forward to seeing what's under your briefs.” He
kissed the corner of Severus' mouth but pulled back quickly before
he could be bitten again. His tongue still smarted. “And maybe
a tad more than seeing,” he whispered in the Slytherin boy's
ear, gently taking Severus' hand and pressing it against his own
crotch. He shuddered.

Severus hissed a bit in surprise to find his hand pressed up against
Remus' very hard cock. Could Lupin really be aroused because of him?
Impossible. He was excited for some other reason, and just thought
that Severus was pathetic enough to not mind being used, but it was
easy to be distracted with another body so close to his own. It was
hardly the body he wished would be pressed against his, but it was
still more than he ever expected.

Remus wasn't so intensely righteous as to not take advantage of the
Slytherin boy's distraction. He slid his hand down Severus' torso
slowly until it reached his abdomen and recklessly plunged his hand
down the other boy's trousers. He knew getting bitten again would be
the least of his problems for such a risk, but those slender hips and
milky thighs had taken over his entire being since he'd seen them
earlier today. The underpants hadn't been very sexy, to be sure, but
he was certain that what lay beneath them would be more than worth
it.

“Wh-what do you think you're doing!?” Severus exclaimed.

“Shh,” Remus answered. “Library.” He gently
kneaded the flesh between Snape's thighs, smirking a bit as Severus
gasped into his ear and he felt the other boy's member begin to stir.
“I'd rather like to kiss you again,” Remus said, pulling
his head back just enough to look into Severus' dark eyes. “Will
you promise not to bite me?”

Severus found it difficult to think when someone's hand was down his
pants. Remus offered him such a tender, yet eager touch. He was
looking at Severus with an intensity he didn't think would ever be
directed at someone like him. There was something strange about
Lupin. He knew that. Something off. Something dangerous. But none
of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered was his hands.
Touching. He nodded uncertainly.

Remus didn't give Snape a chance to change his mind as he pressed
their lips ravenously together again. This time, Severus was ready
and didn't fight it when the Gryffindor's tongue snaked its way past
his teeth to tangle with his own. He responded, if clumsily, fisting
the other boy's robes when he found the sensation welling up in his
body threatened to consume him.

Remus was using his free hand to work open the clasp of the
ebon-haired boy's trousers and give himself more room to attend to
the root of his need. He smirked against Snape's lips as he felt the
need between his thighs growing heavy in his hand to mirror his own
need, and freed it from the Slytherin's heavy robes.

The heat between them grew
exponentially with each touch, and Severus soon found himself pulled
away from the bookshelf and pushed down to the floor, Remus still
pinning him with his sinful thighs. He watched in awe as the
sandy-haired boy all but tore at the fastenings of his robes and
trousers to free his erection, and sighed in relief when the length
finally broke free. He slid forward and pressed it against the flesh
he'd freed from Snape's pants and bit his lip, obviously trying to
contain a moan.

Severus gasped at the sensation and bucked his hips instinctively
upward. Remus gasped and rocked his own hips forward. Sensation
raced through Severus' body and made him gasp softly and cling to the
other boy's forearms. The thought of doing such things with a man
had never crossed his mind before, but if only to himself, he had to
admit they felt rather good. He rocked and whimpered as Remus pulled
open his robes and tugged the shirt underneath it desperately upwards
to reveal his pale torso.

The lust in Lupin's eyes surprised him. There was none of the quiet
reserve he normally attributed to Remus Lupin in that hard and hungry
gaze. Remus leaned down and started kissing every bit of exposed skin
he could get at without disrupting the delicious friction between
their engorged groins. Severus gasped when he took a nipple between
his lips and licked it into a tight bead, and screamed a bit when the
Gryffindor boy gave the other equal abuse. The only thing that
muffled it was Remus' hand covering his mouth, and then his hand was
replaced by lips again and it was all Severus could do to remember
his own name under the assault, and even that didn't seem terribly
important as Remus wrapped his fingers around both of their tense
shafts and began to stroke adamantly, moaning softly into Severus'
mouth.

Severus gasped into Remus' mouth as he felt his balls contract,
twitch, and then suddenly explode between them.

Remus pulled away from the kiss and bit his lip as his own release
joined Snape's on the Slytherin's pale torso. Neither of them moved
for a moment as they regained their breath. Remus recovered first,
and lifted his hand, locking Severus' gaze as he licked the droplets
of their shared release away. He slid his tongue over his fingers,
across his palm, and down a trail of semen that dribbled down his
wrist, never letting his gaze waver from the other boy's eyes until
he lowered himself to lick Severus' torso clean.

Severus couldn't get his mind around
what was happening, not really. He knew he'd just come, and there
was a boy on top of him who seemed to be really happy about that, but
why it had happened, and how anyone could be pleased about it
happening to him –
that was a complete enigma.

Remus lowered himself to lay against the Slytherin's chest. “Alright,
Severus?”

Severus nodded dumbly only to have his lips consumed again, his
tongue devoured by the curious saltiness on Remus' tongue as Lupin
dragged his fingers along his bared chest and stomach.

“Mmmn,” Remus murmured.

They kissed for another quarter of an hour. Severus found himself
responding more easily now, resting his hands on Remus' hips as their
tongues tangled together and their bodies pressed half-exposed
against one another. He couldn't help but respond. It was probably
just misdirected lust on Lupin's part, but he felt unexpectedly
desirable, so when Remus laid his head down against his shoulder he
didn't bother to push him away.

“So far, what's underneath has outdone my expectations,”
Remus said after a long while. He licked the shell of Snape's ear,
kissed his jaw, and then his lips again. “I do so hope you'll
give me the chance for a more thorough exploration later. For now
though, we'll both be in a good bit of trouble if we don't make it
back to the dorms by curfew.”

He climbed to his feet and arranged his clothes and hair as best he
could.

Severus closed himself off, correcting his clothing and getting up.
He picked up the forgotten book from the floor, hugged it to his
chest, and took the first step in an indignant, measured stride that
would have been perfectly convincing if Remus hadn't pulled him back
against him for one last rapacious kiss. He pushed Snape's hair back
from his face and caressed his cheek again. “Another time?”
he asked hopefully.

Severus stared at him for a long while. “...perhaps,” he
answered before hurrying to get back to the Slytherin common room.

*

In the weeks that followed, he noticed Remus trying to catch his eye
on a number of occasions. He pointedly avoided meeting the gaze.
Now that he'd had time to think about it, what had happened that
night in the library was a moment of weakness. There was something
about Lupin that was intensely dangerous – far more than
Potter's bulling or Black's irreverent arrogance. He knew this. So
why then, had he let the Gryffindor touch him so? Was he really so
weak that the even the slightest hint of passion could undo him? His
heart belonged to another. It wasn't something so easily swayed by
one paltry orgasm, but his body...

...his body still longed for the
Gryffindor's passionate caress, for the soft lips pressed against his
own and the hands running down his sides, and oh, that tongue...

Severus shook his head and tromped up the hall. Everyone would be
leaving for the holidays now. He wanted to see Lily off. He'd be
staying. His parents couldn't care less whether he went home to
Spinner's End at all, so given the choice, he would much rather stay
here. But by the time he made it to the main gates, he only managed
to see a flash of red hair climbing into a carriage. She turned and
laughed at some joke with one of her girlfriends, but never lifted
her gaze enough to meet his. A swell of depression flooded through
him. It would be one thing if she'd been angry with him –
Merlin knew he said enough thoughtless things worth being angry about
– but she'd just forgotten him entirely. He wasn't important
enough to remember. Most people treated him like that, but he'd
never expected it of Lily. She'd just forgotten. He knew that. He
hadn't actually told her he wanted to see her off, so it really
wasn't her fault, of course, but even so it was more than a little
upsetting.

He turned and headed back inside, robes swishing smartly behind him.
Library. He would go to the library and study. That always improved
his mood. He listened to his shoes echo as they tapped their way up
the hall. The school was virtually empty – that helped his
mood too. There would be days upon days without James Potter or his
merry little band to harass him. Days upon days without the sneers
and whispers that trailed behind him. It would just be him and his
studies. He looked forward to that.

He should have known better. When he made his way back to the
Slytherin Common Room that evening, Remus Lupin was waiting for him
outside the door. He pushed off the wall looking as if he had very
nearly dozed off there. “You really can read all day and night
without getting tired of it, can't you?” he asked, stretching
out his back with a yawn.

“What business is it of yours?” Snape bit out.

Remus gave him a self-effacing smile. “I was just trying to
make conversation.”

“What ever for?”

The corners of Remus' eyes crinkled as his smile broadened. “Well,
I rather thought 'hey Severus, you're the only Slytherin on campus
now, what say you take me back to your room so I can strip you naked
and molest you all night long' wouldn't go over very well.”

“Then I commend you for your foresight. Step aside,”
Severus quipped.

“Severus...” Remus tried. “Was it so horrible,
that time...”

Severus cut him off before he could
be more specific. “That
is not open for discussion.”

“There's not much to discuss, is there?” Remus asked
rhetorically. “You don't need to analyze it so much. It
doesn't need to mean any thing more or less than what you want it to
mean.” He took a step forward and gently caressed Severus'
cheek, wrapping an arm around his back to stop him from fleeing.
He lowered his head until their faces were hardly a breath apart, and
then he waited. He wouldn't force Severus into anything, but he
wanted the awkward Slytherin, and badly. He'd been able to think of
nothing else since that night in the library.

Severus felt his body overheating. Even a simple embrace, a soft
caress, was enough to undo his resolve. It's the reason he'd been
avoiding Lupin. This was all highly inappropriate. He was in love
with Lily, and didn't like Remus even on his best day, so the fact
that his touch could somehow manage to drive Severus to distraction
had to be a form of insanity.

He shuddered when their lips connected and curled a fist in Remus'
robes. Remus had his hand on the back of Snape's neck and pulled
him closer to deepen the kiss. Severus could feel the bulge in the
other boy's trousers. Once, he could brush it off as misdirected
lust, but twice? Was there really something about him worth getting
worked up over? No one had ever thought so before.

He broke away from the kiss, breathless, and tugged the taller boy
through the portal and down the steps toward the Slytherin Common
Room and further into the dorms without a word.

Remus grinned wolfishly as he scrambled along behind him. Severus
really did have a rather cute side. It was a pity that he was so
loathe to let anyone see it. He grunted when the dark haired youth
slammed the dormitory door behind him and shoved him up against it.
His fists were coiled in Lupin's robes, but he didn't seem to have
the faintest clue what to do now that he had him there. “Wipe
that stupid grin off your face,” Severus snapped. There was
just something about being smirked at in this sort of situation that
really rubbed him the wrong way.

Remus just grinned wider. “Do it for me,” he dared.

“Idiot Gryffindor.” Severus turned away and took a few
steps further into the room. Why had he dragged Remus down here? Now
that he had him here he mostly just wished he would leave.

As he was lost in that train of
thought, Remus pulled him backward against him, wrapping his arms
around his midsection. Severus could feel the erection pressing
against the curve of his back. “Snarky Slytherin,” Remus
retorted, whispering the words into his ear before running his tongue
along it. He was already working open said Slytherin's trousers, the
calloused fingers working their way inside the waistband of yet
another pair of dingy briefs. There was a voice in the back of
Severus' mind asking why Lupin's fingers were calloused – like
Severus, he seemed to spend a good deal of his time studying (at
least he had until he'd gotten it in his head to try to seduce the
Slytherin), but that voice was quickly informed to shut the hell up
as Remus pulled his shaft out of his pants and started to stroke it
into a quick erection. It was humiliating how easily his body
responded to the Gryffindor's touch, but he couldn't repress a slight
shudder, and he couldn't help but tilt his head backward into the
kiss when Remus tilted his chin to claim his lips.

His groin was abandoned in favor of dropping his robes to the floor
and tugging off his sweater. Remus struggled a bit with the knot of
his tie and the buttons of his shirt. He kissed the pale throat as
he exposed it, dragged his fingers along Snape's chest and slender
torso. He was waifish himself, but Severus was so slender and
delicate Remus couldn't help but think of a porcelain doll that had
been neglected and required only a little care to return to its
former glory. Well, he had to admit he thought Snape wore the
awkward, gangling limbs of youth rather well. He'd be a presence to
behold when he was grown. Remus thought he'd rather like to see
that, but for now pushed Severus backward onto a bed. His, or
someone else's? It didn't matter.

Severus opened his mouth to make some protest, but before he could,
Remus had dropped to his knees before him and smirked that damn
wolfish little smirk. It banished all thought from the Slytherin's
mind. He no longer remembered what he'd just been about to say, and
he gasped in surprise when, rather than his hand, Remus lowered his
mouth to attend the strained flesh between his legs.

Severus bit his lip as Remus licked him, watched in amazement as the
taller boy struggled out of his own clothing as best he could while
sucking him off. Lupin pulled back only long enough to fight his
sweater off over his head before swallowing Severus whole again.

Severus grasped the bedpost in an effort to stop the world from
spinning as the other boy sucked and bobbed. He could feel Remus'
hands pawing at his trousers and didn't have to be asked to shift his
hips so they could be pulled away. This was madness! He dimly
registered the last of his clothing arching through the air as his
vision began to blur from Remus' eager attention, and the
Gryffindor's fingers digging into his hips as he bucked and came with
a sharp cry. He fell limply against the bedpost, gasping, watching
Remus sit back and lick his lips of the last droplets of his release.

He watched dimly as Remus stood, kicking off his own pants. He
blinked. “You! You're not wearing any underpants!” Well,
that had sounded much less idiotic in his head. It had just never
dawned on Severus that people might find occasion to go without, and
he felt accosted by the unexpected discovery.

Remus chuckled as he pushed Severus backward against the mattress,
sliding his hands up Severus' body until he had the dark haired
waif's hands pinned lightly above his head. He pressed his tense
groin against the other boy's recently spent prick and groaned in
appreciation. “Of course not,” he said. “I left
my dorms intent to shag you tonight, Severus. Underpants are just
one less thing for me to take off,” he joked before lowering
his mouth over the slighter boy's and devouring them in a hungry kiss
as he continued to grind their hips together wantonly.

'Planning to shag you tonight'
echoed through Severus' mind as they kissed. There was a voice in
his head that told him to stop this insanity right this instant, but
compared to the other voice that was saying 'oh, yes, shag
me. Please shag me...' the first
voice was quiet and easily overlooked. His groin was already
starting to throb against Remus' again, and even though he knew the
thought of being shagged by this incorrigible Gryffindor should be
more than a little offensive, he wanted it badly.

He didn't fight at all when Remus rolled him over onto his stomach
and knelt behind him on the floor again. He gasped when his cheeks
were pulled open and Lupin's tongue descended over his virgin hole,
but it was a gasp of pleasure rather then upset. He'd heard about
this sort of act, but it had always seemed strange, foreign, and
perverse … until now. Now it was very immediate. Warm, wet,
and intense. His groin bulged against the comforter as the tongue
lapped at his entrance.

Remus reluctantly pulled back. “Severus, have you ever...?”

“No, but I'm obviously about to. Just get on with it, Remus,”
he answered. There was really no point in trying to think logically
when you were naked with another man licking your arsehole, he
decided. He just let his lust do the talking for him.

“Severus.” Even with his face pressed into the mattress
he could hear the raw need on Remus' voice. “You're sure?”

“Merlin's beard, this
is when you decide to ask?” He had to be joking. “There
are worse people to lose my virginity to than the likes of you,
Lupin. Just do it. You've been after my arse for weeks, haven't
you?”

“Yes,” Remus answered lustily. “Merlin, yes. And
what an arse it is.” He cupped the pale globes and gave them a
squeeze before pulling them open to continue molesting the gangling
teen splayed out before him. This time, when he licked Severus, he
gently began to prod at his entrance with his tongue until he
loosened it enough to wiggle the wet muscle inside.

Severus gasped. That was... that felt so... “Ooohhhh...!”

Remus smirked against his bum and continued his attentions while
patting about on the floor to find his pants. Ah, there. He pulled
out a phial of lubricating potion and uncapped it, smothering his
fingers as he fucked Severus with his tongue. The boy on the bed
writhed, honestly enjoying the attention. Remus was relieved. He
really didn't have nearly the experience he pretended, but after
listening to James and Sirius, only the minor details needed to be
left to the imagination. He pulled his mouth away and watched
Severus whimper in protest.

Why was he stopping? It felt so
good, and Severus
found himself now so amazingly horny, but the attention to his arse
suddenly vanished. “What are you...? Aahnnn...”

A finger pressed against his hole this time. Right, shagging was not
licking alone. He tried to take deep breaths as he felt the tip of
the slick digit pressing into him. Remus' finger slid in easily.
Severus had expected pain – he'd heard this sort of thing could
hurt – but the finger didn't feel all that intrusive. A bit
strange, but not painful.

Remus was glad now that he'd spent
the money for a premium lubricant. He hadn't trusted his patience in
the heat of the moment and figured it was better safe than sorry. It
seemed to have been worth the expense, because Severus barely
twitched when the first finger slipped in. It was so incredibly
tight and hot inside. His prick twitched in anticipation. He kissed
the back of Snape's thigh to try to restrain his more base, animal
instincts. The wolf in him was telling him to stop with this
foreplay nonsense and just ram in, take what his body so desperately
needed from the slender boy, but if he did that, Severus would never
forgive him for it. It was difficult to overcome his instincts
sometimes, but he wanted Severus to enjoy this as thoroughly as he
was, and so he would exert patience to the best of his ability.
“This might hurt at first,” he warned.

“I'm not an idiot. I know that already,” Severus snapped
over his shoulder. He heard people talking about it. He knew the
basic mechanics, even if this was his first time experiencing it.

Remus didn't press the subject again as he slipped in a second
finger. It didn't go quite as easily as the first, but Severus
accepted it well enough. After a bit of twisting and prodding he
actually shifted his hips against the invasion and cried out sharply.

There was something inside of him, something that needed attending
that Remus seemed to be just barely missing. Just a little bit more,
the tiniest...

Severus shifted his hips to try to quench the unspoken need and felt
Remus' fingers strike something deep in the core of his body that
sent shocks of spine-melting pleasure to his extremities. He moaned
loudly. He was lucky the Slytherin dormitories were abandoned, or he
was sure everyone within them would have heard him cry out. He
wiggled his hips, trying to reignite the sensation.

Remus swallowed a lump in his throat
at that delicious sound. Was Severus trying
to make him lose what fragile control he had? But he couldn't stop
himself from giving the other boy what he wanted and rubbing the
prostate again. Severus gasped and whimpered, fisting the blankets.
He was so engaged in the attention to it that he didn't seem to
notice at all when Remus rather abruptly inserted a third finger. He
had to finish preparing Severus quickly. Quickly, while he still had
enough of his carefully managed control to see that he was ready.
With his free hand, he sloppily lathed a thick coating of lubricant
on his strained cock. If he wasn't careful, if he wasn't absolutely
certain Severus was ready, he'd never be forgiven. He knew that. It
was the only thing that managed to keep a reign on his senses. The
sounds Severus was making, and the scents of his lust, were enough to
drive him into a frenzy.

But he wasn't going to be frenzied alone. Severus felt some tension,
but no real pain. He wondered what was taking Remus so long, or had
been about to, when the three digits rubbing his innards suddenly
vanished and something much thicker pressed against his pucker.

“Sorry,” Remus murmured. “I can't wait anymore.”

No sooner had he said it then he took Severus' hips and slid the
engorged flesh in to the hilt. Once there, his control snapped. He
began thrusting almost immediately, giving Severus no time to calm
himself from the initial penetration before being flooded by a whole
new list of sensations.

Severus moaned again. He didn't know whether what he was feeling was
pain or pleasure at first. He just knew it was something far too
intense for him to get his mind around. Remus' hips jut into him,
pulled back and pushed in again. Over and over and too quickly to
make heads or tails of at first. He was not a gentle lover. His
thrusts were hard and needy and it amazed Severus that he could cause
someone normally so calm to lose control like this. Each thrust tore
a sharp grunt from his throat. Another and another and another. Heat
was coiling through his body and building in his abdomen. Remus was
moaning with abandon behind him. The Gryffindor's cock went in so
much deeper than his fingers had that it felt as if it was somehow
going to numb his spine. Even so, he couldn't help himself from
wriggling back against the thrusts, as if trying to get the cock in
deeper, deeper and deeper still. In that desperation, Remus' cock
hit his prostate. It drilled into it and dragged along it.

Severus screamed. “Again!”
he demanded. 'Oh, right there. Again. Please do that
again!' He couldn't believe
anything could feel so incredible.

Remus complied. He propped one knee up on the bed and began ramming
into Severus' prostate as hard and fast as his body would allow. He
moaned in ecstasy as he did so, fingers gripping the slender boy's
hips a bit too firmly as he let go. He wouldn't have been able to
hold his passion back now if he wanted to, and the Slytherin seemed
to be enjoying the rough treatment anyway.

Severus sobbed. He was torn between
the pleasure in his arse – he was quite
certain it was pleasure now, a pleasure so intense it was very nearly
pain – and the very painful ache of his unattended groin. He
snaked a hand between his legs to squeeze the appendage, get some of
the ache to abate, and when he did, Remus' hand had just been
reaching for the same appendage. He moved to let go, but Remus
whispered raspily, “no, you do it. Merlin, that's sexy as
hell,” and proceeded past the hand to squeeze and stroke
Severus' balls. Severus whimpered as he continued to stroke himself.
The triple pleasure of his own hand, Remus' hand, and the engorged
shaft pounding into him was more pleasure than he could bear. He
could feel the heat in his lower belly coiling tighter, tighter and
tighter and tighter...

That's when the world exploded. It was a far more intense orgasm
than the one they'd shared on the library floor. His seed flooded
out of his convulsing member and over their hands. Remus thrust into
him only twice more and, balls-deep with a sharp cry, flooded his
innards with his white hot release. They both cried their ecstasy
out loud enough that it echoed through the empty dorms, before
collapsing naked and spent on the mattress together.

Remus lay breathless on his back.
When he finally collected himself, he noticed the book 'For
Enemies: Jinxes, Hexes, and assorted Maladies'
sitting on the bed to their left. “Severus?”

“What?” Severus answered blearily.

“Whose bed did we just come all over?”

Severus couldn't help a slight bemused smirk. “Oh, so now you
care?” Gryffindors. Every last one of them was completely
thoughtless.

“Call it a curiosity,” Remus answered.

“It's Lucius',” Snape answered flatly. He could see the
bemused smirk forming on Remus' lips out of the corner of his eye.
Remus was trying to keep it down, but his lips still twitched a bit.
Severus couldn't really blame him. Lucius was really a pompous
know-it-all, but he had nothing on the Potter Brigade.

He grumbled a bit as he got up, grabbing his wand and directing a
cleaning spell at the bedding. There. He'd be none the wiser now. He
gathered his clothing. It took him a minute to find his shirt, but
eventually he noticed it hanging over the canopy of Goyle's bed. He
could hear Remus dressing behind him and moved to do the same,
glaring at the dingy briefs as if their existence offended him on
some moral level.

Suddenly he was pulled back against the taller boy's chest. “Didn't
my words sink in yet? Stop worrying about your briefs. It's what
you've got underneath them that matters.”

“Mind your own business,” Severus complained, pulling
stubbornly away from the Gryffindor.

“Oh fine, if it bothers you that much, then just start wearing
something else. May I suggest a thong?” Remus grinned.

“A what?!” Severus declared as if the very
thought insulted his manhood.

“Well, you've got to admit, anyone who pantsed you and found
that would think very seriously before doing so a
second time.”

There was a bizarre kind of logic in that, Severus thought.

“Besides,” Remus added, “your arse would look
amazing in a thong.”

Severus twitched and spun about indignantly with a hex ready on his
tongue, but Remus was one step ahead of him. It bounced off the
dormitory door that the irreverent Gryffindor just slammed to protect
himself.

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Remus laughed from the other side
of the polished wood. “We've not quite made it to sleeping
over yet. Maybe another time.”

Severus' jaw worked in annoyance. Was it the mission statement of
every Gryffindor male to do everything in their power to piss him
off? Even so...

'...a thong, huh?' He shook
his head, condemning himself for even considering it.

Current
Day

Severus grunted a bit and awoke. He was sure he had Harry to blame
for that particular memory resurfacing in his dreams. The teenager
had been asking him about the state of his underwear for weeks.
Although, he had to admit, if reluctantly, it wasn't an entirely
unpleasant memory.

And speaking of Harry, his lover shifted against his side with a
murmur of contentment that signified he was about to awaken. The
hardened flesh pressed into his hip told Severus he hadn't been the
only one with pleasant dreams tonight.

Harry yawned and rubbed his eyes, smiling up at the older man. “Mmn.
I just had the weirdest dream,” he said groggily as he climbed
on top of his lover and pressed their bodies together. He felt
Severus' erection against his own and grinned. “Looks like I'm
not the only one.”

Severus shook his head a bit, not protesting as Harry started to
slide alluringly against him. Lately, his lover had a serious
infatuation with morning sex. Add it to their usual evening sex, and
it was amazing they ever got enough sleep in which to dream, Severus
thought. “What was your dream about?” he asked blandly,
running his fingers lightly through Harry's tousled hair.

“You,” Harry answered, and punctuated it with a kiss.
“When you were a student.” He laughed a little. “I
dreamed of you getting shagged by Professor Lupin.”

Severus startled at this and tensed marginally. It was just enough
that Harry – who by now knew his mannerisms pretty well –
noticed. “Wait a...have you shagged Professor Lupin?
You have, haven't you? Are you serious?”

“...it's ancient history.”

Even Harry wasn't slow enough on the uptake to realize what he'd just
experienced was more than your garden-variety dream. “Just
that once, or...”

Severus sighed. “A few times. It was nothing serious.”

“So, then,” Harry smirked. “You stopped wearing
briefs because of what my dad did, and you bought that thong because
you thought Professor Lupin would like it. I'm right, aren't I?”

“That is none of your business.”

“Hm...even so, if you don't want me to ask any more
embarrassing questions, I think you'd better find some way to
distract me,” Harry postured.

“Hn,” Snape grunted. “Any suggestions?”

Harry grinned and straddled his lover's hips more properly, rolling
their hips together. “Oh, I think I've got a few.”

Severus' lips curled upward into a bemused smirk. “Oh really?
Do any of them involve you in a thong?”

Harry laughed and leaned down, kissing Severus soundly on the mouth.
“I just remembered why I love you so damn much,” he said.

“Oh, you mean it isn't my arse?”

“Well,” Harry replied, “your arse is pretty
impressive too.”

~The End~

Next story in the 'Snape's Skivvies' series: 'Starfish'.
(Sirius x Severus).
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