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You Will Not Kiss Me	By : Prosperosdaughter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 22836 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
This chapter does have the reveal of the map quoted from Chapter 14 and altered because why pretend I can write it better than Jo Rowling? It is only a small part of this chapter though.

Direct quotes from PoA are in bold and © J.K. Rowling

Chapter 15: Map Reading

Lupin had been allowed out of the hospital wing the next day, a speedier recovery than usual undoubtedly due to the Thrall. It was Snape's turn to be absurdly attentive, his own guilt weighing very heavily on his mind. Lupin slept with Snape each night and, as before, they renewed the Thrall each morning. Being the waning of the moon and as Lupin was somewhat weakened in those first few days, their morning exertions were enough. The next weekend came around soon enough.

Since Black's successful incursion into Gryffindor Tower, the staff now patrolled regularly during the weekends. Lupin was excused this weekend. Snape had finished the fourth floor and was making his way through the third floor corridor when he came across Potter and Longbottom, the other third years having gone to Hogsmeade. He noted, with some concern, that Potter was by the same statue of the one-eyed witch at which he had discovered Lupin calling for Black. This was suspicious. He chivvied the children away and then ran his hands over the head of the witch wondering if it contained a secret passageway. Finding nothing, he made his way back to his office to do some marking.

It wasn't until later in the day that he had a visit from Draco Malfoy who regaled him with a story of his being attacked by an invisible being throwing mud, which later revealed itself have Harry Potter's head. Snape thanked Malfoy for the information and sent him on his way.

So, he thought, the boy's acquired an invisibility cloak. Stupid, arrogant idiot. Never mind all the trouble that the staff go to to protect him; that he himself has vowed to protect him; Harry Potter has to go to Hogsmeade. Well, Severus Snape was not a stupid man, no indeed. He had a fairly astute idea where Mr. Potter might be heading for now, and he intended to catch him at it. He set out for the third floor.

As he arrived, he heard something from the direction of that statue. He picked up the pace and walked swiftly towards it and ... well, well, Harry Potter. He did his best to suppress his triumph at catching the brat out and ordered him to his office.

The boy followed to his office, and Snape saw him trying to clean his muddy hands on his robes surreptitiously until they reached Snape's office.

"Mr Malfoy has just been to see me with a strange story, Potter," said Snape.

The boy did not respond.

"He tells me that he was up by the Shrieking Shack when he ran into Weasley — apparently alone." Still, the boy said nothing.

"Mr Malfoy states that he was standing talking to Weasley, when a large amount of mud hit him in the back of the head. How do you think that could have happened?"

The boy made a ridiculous face that was supposed to approximate surprise and had the nerve to say, "I don't know, Professor."

The boy looked at him unstintingly. Just like his father.

"Mr Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition. Can you imagine what it might have been, Potter? It was your head, Potter. Floating in mid-air."

There was a long silence.

"Maybe he'd better go to Madam Pomfrey," said the boy. "If he's seeing things like —"

"What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?" said Snape softly. "Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade."

"I know that," said the boy. "It sounds like Malfoy's having hallucin —"

"Malfoy is not having hallucinations," snarled Snape, and he bent down, a hand on each arm of Harry's chair, so that their faces were a foot apart.

"If your head was in Hogsmeade, so was the rest of you."

Of course, the boy either denied it or said nothing.

"So," he said, straightening up again. "Everyone from the Minister of Magic downward has been trying to keep famous Harry Potter safe from Sirius Black. But famous Harry Potter is a law unto himself. Let the ordinary people worry about his safety! Famous Harry Potter goes where he wants to, with no thought for the consequences."

The brat still said nothing, no remorse for putting everyone to the trouble of looking after him, when he couldn't be bothered to look after himself. He didn't know why he was even surprised, given his lineage.

"How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter," Snape said suddenly, his eyes glinting. "He too was exceedingly arrogant. A small amount of talent on the Quidditch field made him think he was a cut above the rest of us too. Strutting around the place with his friends and admirers… The resemblance between you is uncanny."

"My dad didn't strut," the boy whined. "And nor do I."

"Your father didn't set much store by rules either," Snape went on. "Rules were for lesser mortals, not Quidditch Cup-winners. His head was so swollen —"

"SHUT UP!" the brat had the temerity to shout, jumping to his feet.

Snape went rigid and his eyes flashed.

"What did you say to me, Potter?"

"I told you to shut up about my dad!" he yelled. "I know the truth, all right? He saved your life! Dumbledore told me! You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for my dad!"

Well, that really is the limit! Snape thought. What was Dumbledore thinking telling this brat about that? Did he have no respect for me at all?

"And did the headmaster tell you the circumstances in which your father saved my life?" he whispered. "Or did he consider the details too unpleasant for precious Potter's delicate ears?"

Of course not, look at Potter biting his lip. He has no idea.

"I would hate for you to run away with a false idea of your father, Potter," he said, smiling. "Have you been imagining some act of glorious heroism? Then let me correct you — your saintly father and his friends played a highly amusing joke on me that would have resulted in my death if your father hadn't got cold feet at the last moment. There was nothing brave about what he did. He was saving his own skin as much as mine. Had their joke succeeded, he would have been expelled from Hogwarts."

"Turn out your pockets, Potter!" he spat suddenly.

The boy didn't comply.

"Turn out your pockets, or we go straight to the headmaster! Pull them out, Potter!"

The boy pulled out a bag of Zonko's tricks, which Snape picked up, and a piece of parchment.

"Ron gave them to me," the boy lied. "He brought them back from Hogsmeade last time —"

"Indeed? And you've been carrying them around ever since? How very touching… and what is this?" Snape picked up the parchment.

"Spare bit of parchment," he said with a shrug.

Snape turned it over, his eyes on the boy, knowing a lie when he heard one.

"Surely you don't need such a very old piece of parchment?" he said. "Why don't I just — throw this away?"

His hand moved toward the fire.

"No!"

"So!" said Snape, his long nostrils quivering. "Is this another treasured gift from Mr Weasley? Or is it — something else? A letter, perhaps, written in invisible ink? Or — instructions to get into Hogsmeade without passing the Dementors?"

The boy blinked. I have him!

"Let me see, let me see…" he muttered, taking out his wand and smoothing the map out on his desk. "Reveal your secret!" he said, touching the wand to the parchment.

Nothing happened. He saw the boy's hands clench.

"Show yourself!" Snape said, tapping the map sharply. It stayed blank.

"Professor Severus Snape, master of this school, commands you to yield the information you conceal!" Snape said, hitting the map with his wand.

As though an invisible hand were writing upon it, words appeared on the smooth surface of the map.

"Mr Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business."

Snape froze. He knew damn well who Moony was. Is this what Lupin thought of him? His stomach churned with growing misery.

"Mr Prongs agrees with Mr Moony and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git."

"Mr Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor."

And finally...

"Mr Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slime ball."

"So…" said Snape softly. "We'll see about this…"

He strode across to his fire. "Lupin!" Snape called into the fire. "I want a word!"

Seconds later, Lupin was clambering out of the fireplace, brushing ash off his robes.

"You called, Severus?" said Lupin mildly.

"I certainly did," said Snape, his face contorted with fury as he strode back to his desk.

"I have just asked Potter to empty his pockets. He was carrying this."

Snape pointed at the parchment, on which the words of Messrs' Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs were still shining.

An odd, closed expression appeared on Lupin's face. Well now, what will you say, Remus. I know full well who these four are. What will you say? Snape was furious.

"Well?" said Snape.

Lupin continued to stare at the parchment.

"Well?" said Snape again. He wasn't going to let Lupin get away with saying nothing or deny the parchment's provenance. "This parchment is plainly full of Dark Magic. This is supposed to be your area of expertise, Lupin. Where do you imagine Potter got such a thing?"

Lupin looked up and Snape was convinced some signal passed between Lupin and the boy.

"Full of Dark Magic?" he repeated mildly. "Do you really think so, Severus? It looks to me as though it is merely a piece of parchment that insults anybody who reads it. Childish, but surely not dangerous? I imagine Harry got it from a joke shop —"

"Indeed?" said Snape. His jaw had gone rigid with anger.

"You think a joke shop could supply him with such a thing? You don't think it more likely that he got it directly from the manufacturers?"

Lupin pretended not to understand and said, "You mean, by Mr Wormtail or one of these people?" he said. "Harry, do you know any of these men?"

The boy denied it, of course.

"You see, Severus?" said Lupin, turning back to Snape. "It looks like a Zonko's product to me —"

At this point, Weasley came bursting into the office and confirmed Potter's story.

"Well!" said Lupin, clapping his hands together and looking around cheerfully. "That seems to clear that up! Severus, I'll take this back, shall I?" He folded the parchment and tucked it inside his robes. "Harry, Ron, come with me, I need a word about my vampire essay — excuse us, Severus —"

The three of them left Snape's office, leaving Snape floundering in his fury at Lupin's lies and insults. So there is an enchanted parchment cast by the Marauders – well, there was no surprise who had given Potter that and probably the invisibility cloak as well.

Snape slammed his own fist onto his desk. How the hell was he ever supposed to have a chance of keeping that brat safe if he, his friends and his cursed father's school friend conspired to place him in danger?

Why had he ever agreed to this stupid vow for the benefit of a child he loathed and who loathed him equally. Especially when all it did was to rekindle such painful memories for him? He owed it to Lily, but it was so painful.

Why the hell had he ever trusted Lupin in the first place? He would always be a Marauder. He would always put Potter first, just as he had just now. And he would lie right to Snape's face, even if that face were in his own bed! How had he been so blind and so stupid! He felt so wretched.

His fire flared green and Lupin stepped through the Floo back into Snape's office, holding the parchment in his hand, looking anxiously at Snape.

Snape was gripping the back of his chair, his knuckles white, his mouth a thin line and his jaw clenched as he stared angrily at Lupin, his temper already spiralling out of control.

"That is what you think of me?" he said, dangerously, pointing to the parchment. "An ugly, greasy idiot?" he hissed.

Lupin moved over to him slowly, placed the parchment on Snape's desk and placed his hands over Snape's clenched hands. "No, Severus. It is not," he said firmly. "All you read here are just echoes of four teenage boys, juvenile and careless."

Snape shook Lupin's hands off as if they had burnt him. "Let's not dress up what you all were. Callous and cruel. Four boys who considered each and every other student a butt for their own cruelty," he spat, his eyes glittering with renewed humiliation.

"No Severus," Lupin repeated firmly, moving towards him again, this time keeping his hands to his sides. "I did not. I never did that. I played jokes – I pranked. Transfigured people's hair; their clothers; their food, anything that was funny. I was never cruel to you." His voice was calm, his gaze never left Snape's, as if trying to pacify a wounded animal.

"You allowed it to happen. I was so beneath your consideration, even as a prefect you allowed your friends to bully me in front of the whole school. You can't deny it!" Snape's voice was rising.

"Where is this coming from Severus? I thought we understood each other better. I thought we'd moved on." Lupin said, almost inaudibly, to make Snape try to listen.

Snape strode forward and pushed both hands against Lupin's chest hard, surprising him and he moved back a step.

"Coming from?" Snape punched his own chest once. "In here. It's never left!" He was nose to nose with Lupin now. "You think I don't remember your nicknames at school Moony? Where did that blasted parchment come from? How did Potter get it! Did you give to him? Did you have a good laugh at my expense, Lupin? You even have to humiliate me in front of Potter's son!" Snape yelled.

Lupin's brow furrowed. "No, Severus!" Lupin cried. "How could ... why would you even think it? I've no idea how Harry got our old parchment, but that's of no matter. Why would I laugh with a child about you? Why would I humiliate you?" Snape was breathing hard, his eyes wide and wild. Lupin reached out his hands again, but firmly this time and grabbed Snape's wrists. "Listen to me," he pleaded.

Snape struggled against Lupin's grasp, but he was not strong enough to break it which enraged him even more. Lupin suddenly let go with a gasp as Snape sent a wordless stinging hex to his hands and Lupin backed away. Snape whirled away from him, raking his hand through his hair, still breathing heavily.

"Do you remember that day by the lake in the fifth year?" Snape spat, riding his own anger and righteous rage now.

"Yes, I remember," Lupin whispered, distress visible on his features.

"And would you consider that was a prank?" Snape spun around, advancing on Lupin. "A jape?" Another stride. "A jest?" He was back, nose to nose with Lupin, who calmly faced him, still rubbing his stung hands against each other reflexively.

"No, I didn't. It was the worst James and Sirius ever were with you."

"Had nothing to say about it at the time though did you?" Snape's eyes narrowed spitefully. "Did you enjoy your friends humiliating me in front of all those people?" His voice rose again. "Shaming me that way?" His voice choked and he backed away one step and looked around the floor, unable to say what he wanted to say about Lily. "Every reminder of those ... friends ... of yours brings that recollection back to me. I hear the laughter in my dreams. I feel the shame still."

His voice became quiet and deadly. "How different were they really to Malfoy and Lestrange? They stripped me, Lupin, and laughed, your friends did that, in front of all those people." He spread his hand expansively. "And when they'd done with me; when they'd had their laugh at my very personal expense, I was left to face those sneers on my own, collecting my clothes," he sneered in Lupin's face, emphasising that final phrase and its inherent shamefulness.

He heard a small moan. He looked into Lupin's eyes, and saw the shining of unshed tears in them. He usually adored those eyes, but right now he hated them. Hated the pity in them; the pity for the humiliation that he had been part of, even passively, and that felt as raw as ever and still his rage was boiling.

"Have you any idea what it's like to be humiliated like that Lupin?" Snape voice became quiet and deadly again, as he pushed at Lupin's chest again, bunching his robes in his fists, pushing him backwards.

Then he shoved Lupin harshly so that he almost lost his balance as he said, "Deliberately," and then, snarling "Maliciously," he punched Lupin in the mouth.

Reflexively, Lupin backhanded his fist to Snape's face, sending him flat to the floor, and then lurched a couple of steps backwards and slumped on the edge of Snape's desk holding his palm to his bloody mouth as he cast a shield charm between them, looking completely shocked.

Snape staggered up from the floor, rubbing his cheek-bone, breathing sharply and then bent over, leaning his hands against his knees whilst he caught his breath. He was starting to feel calmer now that he had lashed out. With the coming calm came the slow realisation of what he had just done to the man he cared for. He fleetingly blessed Dumbledore for having bound the Thrall. He dreaded to think what he would be facing now otherwise. He carried on breathing deeply, hands still bracing his knees. Then he heard Lupin speak again.

"You must stop this Severus. I will not fight with you. There is too much violence in my life for this," Lupin ground out through clenched and bloodied teeth. Then his hands fell loosely at his side and his shoulders drooped as he sighed heavily.

"I won't trade blows with you. I won't swap insults with you. I won't even trade humiliation stories with you. I am a werewolf after all Severus. I've had plenty of proverbial pitchforks chase me away, ever since I was a child. Don't preach to me about humiliation and then seek to humiliate me." His voice fell and he ran his hand through his hair again. "I chose not to live in those memories precisely because they hurt so much. I put them away from me. I - do - not - want – them," he said very deliberately. "Why do you seek to revive yours?" he sounded defeated and Snape saw a tear roll down Lupin's cheek and started to feel the familiar crawl of shame on his flesh. He always ignored to his own peril the fact that Remus Lupin's life was imbued with its own continuing tragedy, of pain and social ostracism. Perhaps there was no better person to see the tragedy in his own life. He stood gazing at the man, who spoke again.

"I'd apologise to you until the day I die if it would help but it won't. I've told you why I didn't stick up for you. I know I should have. I was weak. You accuse me of it and you are right. I still can't change that day by the lake or any other day James and Sirius picked on you." Lupin brushed that lone tear away, and held Snape's gaze again.

"But I would never allow anyone or anything to hurt you now. I'm no longer that weak boy who was so afraid of losing his friends that I wouldn't stand up to them in front of others. I wouldn't joke with Harry or with anyone else about you. You are so very dear to me now, Severus. Please. Listen to me." He looked candidly at Snape, although his voice had the edge of pleading to it.

Snape stood straight. "Take it down, Remus," he said evenly indicating the shield charm. Lupin did so and Snape went to Lupin wearily. He Summoned the dittany and went to dab it on Lupin's split lip. Lupin flinched, moving his hand up between himself and Snape, and Snape stopped mid-action, appalled. "Please let me heal it," he said softly. Lupin's hand dropped and Snape tended the cut. "I'm sorry I hit you," he muttered. "I was out of control." Lupin nodded.

Snape put the dittany down on his desk then moved one step back and hung his head. "I shouldn't have brought up those incidents. I couldn't help it. They rush back at me ... I ... I ... get so angry," Snape murmured and reached one hand out tentatively to touch Lupin's hand. Lupin caught it and held it and reassured him with a small, sad smile.

"But how can I believe you? That was your voice on that parchment. Sealed in for nearly twenty years – what you really think of me," Snape sounded defeated. "and my abnormally large nose .." Snape flushed.

Lupin pulled Snape to him, and placed his chin on Snape's head. "Only old echoes, Severus. None of those boys exists anymore." Snape heard a suppressed choke in Lupin's voice and then it took on a soothing tone. "It is just a charm we cast to insult any reader of the parchment. It would insult anyone, Severus. Anyone at all – Minerva, Filius, Albus, Filch. No-one would be respected if they didn't have the charmed words to read it. Imagine what it would say about Albus's nose! Or Filch, for heaven's sake. Just a juvenile embellishment charm, I promise you. It isn't what I think of you. You know it isn't, Severus. You've seen."

Snape held himself stiff and unyielding against Lupin, his mind swimming. Lupin held him in his arms, and stroked his hair despite Snape's refusal to yield to him.

"How is it you can still wound me?" Snape asked in a hollow whisper.

"How can you still be wounded?" Lupin asked, pushing Snape gently away so he could look into Snape's eyes. "You, whose bed I share every night. How can you believe I think you ugly when I never take my eyes from you when I take you? How else can I show you, Severus?"

"But it still hurts me. All these things that remind me how unhappy I was and make me unhappy again. Seeing that," he pointed to the parchment, "and seeing Potter with you, I can hear Potter's father and Black, tormenting me. It all comes back, as fresh as if it were yesterday. I just can't deal with those memories well." His stance softened in Lupin's arms.

"I can't take it back, Severus. I can only move it forward. Please don't hate me." He cupped Snape's face in his hands. "Love me instead."

"I want to," Snape gasped. He looked into those blue eyes he so admired and Lupin picked up the parchment and turned to go through the Floo back to Snape's quarters and Snape followed him through.

As he came through, Lupin warded the fireplace, placed the parchment on Snape's table and pulled Snape through to the bedroom. They undressed themselves silently, never taking their eyes off each other and fell onto the bed kissing fervently. Lupin suddenly straddled Snape and looked at him.

"I will tell you what I see, Severus," he said, his eyes dilated and heavy with lust. "You are slim and perfectly proportioned for me. Beautiful slim waist." He stroked his hands up and down Snape's sides, in the way that made Snape's back arch with pleasure. He then held and fingered Snape's hands. "You have exquisite hands, slender fingers, capable and talented." He picked up one hand and put the fingers into his mouth, brushing his tongue over them. "These fingers that have touched me as no-one else has ever touched me." Snape blood pounded harder through him with desire as Lupin said this.

He moved back to cup Snape's face in his hands. "You have the darkest, most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. I could drown in your eyes when we make love, Severus." Lupin leant forward to kiss each eyelid. "You have a beautiful mouth, which is also," he smiled impishly, "very talented. I love the feel of your hair, and the darkness of it against your beautiful skin. And this nose," he stroked Snape's nose from bridge to tip, "is a handsome nose, a man's nose." He moved his face down Snape's neck to suck at his adam's apple and whispered breathily, "I love to feel it pressing against me here." Lupin pressed just above Snape's pubic bone, making him gasp picturing himself sucking Lupin's cock as his own nose would press there. "It excites me even more. And here." He pressed against Snape's neck and clavicle. Then he kissed Snape's nose. "I love your nose, Severus. You are my handsome man."

"I have a mirror you know," he croaked, trying to be dismissive, although all he could feel at the moment was a deep hot desire.

"You do not see yourself though my eyes," Lupin said simply, kissing Snape again.

"You are in my Thrall," Snape said, as if that might be determinative of the issue, even though he was fast becoming breathless as Lupin carried on kissing him.

"Your object doesn't need to find you attractive; it just needs to obey you. Give up, Severus. I have you over a barrel." Lupin smiled. "Or at least, I'd like to." Lupin's hands were slowly moving downwards over his chest and stomach.

A low moan escaped Snape's throat and Lupin palmed Snape's erection whilst his other hand moved underneath to stroke around his perineum, spreading his legs wide and then working him with his fingers to make him groan, pacing them in and out harder and faster until Snape's breath was ragged and he was sweating and grasping at the bed covers next to him.

"Ask me, Severus," Lupin breathed to him. "Ask me for it."

"Please, Remus, fuck me, just do it," he growled, grasping Lupin's butt hard. At this time, as overwrought as he was emotionally, he didn't think he had ever wanted to be shafted hard so much in his life and he was pretty sure Lupin was feeling the same. Lupin's pupils were dilated and his chest red and he reeked of sex at that instant. Snape knew and was thrilled by the knowledge that Lupin intended to take him hard. Lupin lined himself up and slid in with one long, deep push, Snape was so ready for him. Lupin gasped loudly at the feel of Snape, so hot and slick, canted Snape's hips higher and pulled one of Snape's thighs over his arm and placed the other around his waist to allow him deeper still.

He plunged in, and Snape cried out, it was deep enough to hit his prostrate first time, and then Lupin plunged again, each time leaving a little too much time between each thrust so that Snape would beg him to thrust again and again. His head was just muzzy with hot, all-consuming passion. All he wanted was Lupin plunging into him, making those waves of raw nerve-shredding bliss rush over him every time he entered him, and Snape was more than happy to beg for it. Lupin plunged as hard and as deep as he could, his fingers buried into Snape's hips to anchor them for more friction as Snape cried out for more. He was building towards his orgasm now, and it was intense and hot and felt so much larger than his own body, even though his cock was untouched, too hard and leaked but his body's nerve endings were too stretched by incredible sensations to be denied.

He cried out to Remus to give him more and Lupin thrust into him as fast and hard as Snape could ever remember, and harder than his hips would allow. Lupin was almost growling, "Severus. You are mine." Harder and harder, until his orgasm could be held onto no longer and broke out of him and crashed over him, colours bursting and blossoming out behind his tightly shut eyes, and he almost screamed Remus's name as Lupin cried out his. The thrusting slowed and slowed some more, as Lupin gradually lowered Snape back to the bed, his own legs trembling and moved onto his body to try to catch their breath and then to kiss as soon as they could breath more easily.

He kissed Snape, his tongue searching deeply and then broke the kiss to repeat into Snape's mouth, "You are mine." Snape lay under Lupin, his throat and chest constricted, not believing his ears. Yes, that was what he wanted, he thought as they both drifted into a sated sleep.

He awoke a couple of hours later to Lupin sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking Snape's hair from his face. He'd got some tea and was pouring it for them. Lupin looked dishevelled and a little grubby from their demanding sex. Snape rather liked it as a reminder. He ached very profoundly and found he liked that too. That deep ache made him feel as owned as Lupin had told him he was. He wanted Lupin to own him. It made him content in a way that was new and exciting.

Lupin smiled broadly at him and kissed him. "I'm thirsty, not surprisingly I suppose," he said. "Do you want some?" Snape nodded and went to sit up, before realising that his hips were more sore than he could possibly imagine. He liked that too. Lupin noticed his discomfort and apologised.

"Not a bit of it," Snape smiled, although he blushed a little. "I am ... quite fulfilled."

Lupin smiled again and kissed Snape's nose. "'Quite' doesn't cover it, Severus." He nuzzled Snape's neck. "It was magnificent." A hot buzz ran through Snape's guts and made his throat dry. "But next time: perhaps no fist fight?" Lupin said, raising one eyebrow.

Lupin stood and put on his trousers. "Come Severus, I want to show you something," he said, holding out his hands to help a somewhat stiff Snape out of bed.

Snape got up and made to dress fully, when Lupin held his hand. "Don't be so buttoned up Severus. Not when it's just us," he admonished gently, taking the cravat and many-buttoned jacket out of Snape's hands. Snape put his trousers on, as Lupin had done and followed him into his own drawing room.

Lupin had the parchment spread on the table and had obviously already used the revealing charm as Snape watched in wonder as the whole castle and some of its grounds revealed themselves. It was layer upon layer of extraordinary magic. He traced some of the lines with his fingers and watched the labelled dots moving about the castle.

"You did this at school?" he said admiringly.

"We did; the four of us," Lupin said, watching Snape's reaction.

"But you did most of the charms, I think, I remember you were remarkable at charms," Snape said, feeling boastful about his lover. He sat in the chair, although it made him wince, to look at the map, whilst Lupin stood next to him. Snape draped his hand around Lupin's thigh proprietorially.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, most of the charms were my idea but we all worked on them and each of us had different things to do that played to our individual strengths ..." and off Lupin went, describing how the map was first conceived and all the different castings that had had to be layered into it and where each boy's speciality had played its part. Snape couldn't deny that it was marvellous magic and surprisingly found himself interested in the story of its execution. Here he was listening to Lupin telling stories about Potter, Black and Pettigrew and he didn't care, because he belonged to Lupin and they didn't matter to him now.

"I think it was a good idea you confiscated it from Potter," Snape said.

Lupin nodded. "We've already had Sirius break in using a list of passwords. Imagine if this fell into his hands." Lupin shook his head at the thought.

"Remus," Snape tilted his up to look at Lupin. "What ... um ... will that map show if you and I were to ..." he wiggled two of his fingers.

Lupin laughed and wiggled two of his fingers as well. "Now, I created a charm. It's quite simple but effective. This map does not lie about who is where and it cannot be fooled by invisibility cloaks or Polyjuice Potion," Lupin explained.

"Extraordinary," Snape whispered, looking at the map anew, and at his own drawing room which currently had two dots side by side with their names.

"The charm I created was just for the four of us. A discretion charm," he smiled at Snape, who started to smile back. "It was rather necessary at that time of life," he recalled fondly. "In fairness, it wasn't really necessary to know which girl or boy Sirius had in which broom closet at any one time. Well, frankly it would have been distracting!" Lupin laughed. "It would show the marauder and whoever but very ... very separate."

"So," Snape smirked, squeezing Lupin's thigh, "if I were to do this," and he undid the cord of Lupin's trousers, eliciting a gasp of surprise from him as he pushed them down and trailed his tongue on Lupin's cock which responded quickly. Lupin grasped Snape's head to him, utterly taken by surprise as Snape took Lupin's enlarging erection into his mouth hungrily and his tongue played in the slit in the top, making Lupin's breath hitch. Snape sucked on it and then moved his mouth up and down it, flicking his tongue and humming against it as he went, listening to Lupin groan in pleasure whilst raking his hands through Snape's hair.

He moved his hand around behind Lupin's back and traced in down between his cheeks, and then started to work one finger inside Lupin. The effect was electric. Lupin started and let out a startled cry of pleasure and his cock twitched in Snape's mouth. He added a second and, after a few more pulses, a third. Lupin was moaning his name more or less incessantly now. Keeping his fingers moving in and out, he slowly released Lupin's cock from his mouth and looked up at Lupin.

"I want to take you here, Remus, over this table," he breathed, his own cock straining painfully at his trousers.

"Merlin, yes, Severus," Lupin gasped as he shakily pushed the parchment and other papers off the desk, stepped out of the trousers that had pooled at his feet, and moved in front of it so that Snape could move behind him and then braced himself with his hands on the edge of the table. Snape removed his own trousers quickly, pleased he did not have his many-buttoned jacket, and quickly reinserted his fingers into Lupin. He didn't need any more preparation. He was deliciously hot and wet, but Snape just wanted to look remembering what Lupin had said earlier about his own hands and it made his own cock throb with pleasure.

He held one hip whilst he placed his cock against Lupin's opening and pushed in slowly and firmly, savouring every tight, hot inch of the man. He held both hips and began to roll his thrusts, steadily in and out and around, just to savour the feel and listen to Lupin's soft moans. He slowly built his thrusts, stroking Lupin's erection and trying to be as slow and deep as he could to drive Lupin crazy, listening to and delighting in Lupin's increasing groans until Lupin pleaded with him hoarsely. "Severus, please, deep as you can. I want you. I want you."

His own mind started to unravel to Lupin's pleas and he thrust harder and deeper, then hearing the responding cries that told him he had found what Lupin craved. He thrust there over and over, almost mesmerised by Lupin's cries of pleasure, becoming faster with each thrust, his own abused hips complaining with each fervent snap, which he ignored until, delighting in Lupin's increasing volume, he came fiercely and heard Lupin do the same. Having taken Lupin for the second time that day, their vortex took them both again at the point of their orgasms, whipping and binding their orgasms together in its amazing dance of ecstasy as Snape leant over Lupin's prone body. As it ebbed, Snape whispered to Lupin's ear, "You are mine," and heard "yes," in answer.

On the floor, the parchment showed the two dots at opposite ends of Snape's drawing room, but they didn't care to look.
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