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Whiskey	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 6766 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Obviously, I neither own Harry Potter or any of its characters, or am making any money off of writing slashy fanfiction for it. If I did, I'd have gotten it right the first time, now wouldn't I?

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Chapter
2: Lust

"Learn to knock,"
Severus sighed. The past three days, every time he turned around,
Remus was there as if they were old friends who'd been joined at the
hip since birth.

"Why?" Remus asked as he
sat. His posture was too proper to match the subtle mischief in his
gaze. "Are you doing something inappropriate in here that you
don't want to be interrupted in the middle of? Because if so, I
really think you ought to lock your door."

"Of course not!"
Severus exclaimed against his will. Lupin had been socializing with
Sirius Black far too long, surely, to even consider making such a
suggestion. As if he would ever, ever pleasure himself in his
office, especially when the door was unlocked!

Remus smiled. "Well then, I
suppose the only thing I can possibly interrupt is Harry's third
detention of the week, in which case I think I'd rather prefer that.
He'll have no time to practice for Quidditch if you keep this up."

"Pity," Snape said
flatly. The last thing he wanted to talk about was Harry Potter,
golden boy.

Remus leaned back thoughtfully.

"What are you doing here,
Remus?" Snape sighed exhaustively at last, and cursed himself
for calling the werewolf by his first name again.

"Well, at the moment, I'm
trying to think of a good potion to ask you about so as to engage you
in conversation, but I'll admit, I'm running out of ideas on that
front. Potions were never my specialty."

"Obviously. The study of
potions requires an actual attention span."

"I've an attention span,"
Remus protested. "In case you haven't noticed, I've been paying
rather a lot of attention to you."

"Yes, and about that..."
Snape began, ready to persuade him to cease and desist with his most
logical argument in his most sensible voice. At least, he was ready
until Lupin interrupted him before he could.

"Don't you think it's about
time to give in, Severus? We both know you want to shag me as much
as I want you to shag me."

"What?! I... that... no such
thing!"

Severus seemed to think that was a
perfectly sensible sentence, but the way Remus was smirking at him
told him that a few choice verbs and other miscellaneous descriptors
hadn't quite made it from his brain to his mouth.

"Severus," Remus sighed
softly, tilting his head. "We are both grown men. Surely this
isn't something to be so embarrassed over. The way you talk to me
and the way you look at me don't match."

"I assure you...!"

"No, let me finish,"
Lupin said firmly. "You may be determined to deny the night we
spent together back then, but I have no such predisposition. I have
nothing but fond memories of it."

"Probably because you only
remember a fraction of it," Severus snapped.

"Yes, well," Remus
chuckled. "We were quite intoxicated. Though I believe
you were a bit more than me. But back to the point, I still find you
rather handsome." Snape opened his mouth to tell the werewolf
he was being absolutely ridiculous, but the other man raised his hand
again and somehow that silenced him. "Not to mention incredibly
desirable. It is my belief that you feel the same for me. As such,
I see no reason that we can't, as two consenting adults, enjoy one
another's company again. The only thing holding us back is you, you
know."

Remus leaned back. Snape opened
his mouth immediately to come up with all of the logical arguments he
had ready, but none of them seemed to hold water. It's not as if
Remus Lupin was asking for his hand in marriage. He was simply
asking that they--two men who found themselves inexplicably lusting
for one another--go ahead and enjoy those lusts. It wasn't even a
relationship, really. No one even had to know. "Alright. But
no biting, obviously."

Severus smirked slightly to find
his answer had surprised the werewolf. Remus had been prepared for
more of a fight. "And I imagine it's to be our little secret as
well?" he asked, leaning forward over the desk.

"Were you planning on waving
your exploits around for all the school to see?"

"Well, I was considering it,"
Remus laughed softly. "But only for a moment, and only because
I thought I would rather enjoy seeing the look on your face."

Snape found his pulse racing. Now
that he'd committed himself to this, he felt rather nervous. He
hadn't been completely inactive since the wedding, but he hadn't
exactly had suitors lining up at the door either. He managed to keep
his face impassive. It was worth the effort, because watching the
other man try to read him was rather entertaining.

"Right then," Remus said
at last, standing up. He'd been wondering if it would be imprudent
to coax Snape into pounding him into the desk here and now, but
couldn't see any signs of lust in the dark-haired man's expression.
He couldn't really see any signs of anything in particular.
'Stubborn jerk.' So he thought perhaps it would be more
prudent to retreat, and pray that later, perhaps tonight after
dinner, Severus wouldn't have changed his mind.

But as he was reaching for the
door he heard it click locked rather firmly and turned to find Snape
standing only three feet behind him with his wand pointed at the
exit. He tapped it gently against his hand. "Where do you
think you're going, then? I believe it is customary to 'seal the
deal' as they say."

Remus felt a ripple of pleasure
run up his spine. Snape's posture and body language were confident,
but the uncertainty in those dark eyes is what intoxicated him and
forced the first stirrings of desire to race through his body.
"You're quite right," Lupin answered. "Silly of me to
forget something so important."

Later, neither would be able to
discern who initiated the kiss. They were just devouring each
other's mouths all of a sudden, trying to swallow tongues and taste
tonsils with their bodies pressed together tightly and their hands
fumbling madly with disagreeable robes. They were both stripped bare
in record time.

Remus dropped to his knees. He
keenly remembered the size and shape of Severus's member, the scent
and taste. He found himself unable to quench the desire to check his
memory and found the huge shaft even more intoxicating that he
thought. Memory dims with time. He'd convinced himself that it
couldn't possibly be as good as he'd thought. He was wrong. He felt
himself already half hard as he held it by the base and lapped at the
tip. He felt Severus's hands on his shoulders, using him to keep
his balance. He had the feeling the man hadn't had sexual contact
with anything but his left hand in a very, very long time. That was
fine; it was the same for Remus.

He wrapped his lips around the
head and started taking the thick member into his mouth. Had it
really been this big before? It hardly seemed possible--the man
could have made an impressive living in pornography. It wasn't a
complaint--Remus had always liked them big. He hummed around the
thick shaft as he buried it deep down his throat, thinking of how
wonderful it was going to feel spreading open another orifice. That
thought egged him on, and he bobbed and slurped at the taut flesh
eagerly.

Severus moaned and shuddered. It
ought to be illegal to be so amazing at oral sex. As Remus devoured
him, he could hardly string together a cohesive thought that didn't
have the phrase 'oh, fuck yes!' sandwiched somewhere in the middle of
it. He knew he was already leaving salty trails of pre-cum on the
man's eager tongue, but the way Remus hummed and moaned made Snape
think he liked it. Every tilt of Lupin's tongue sent spiderwebs of
pleasure up his spine and he couldn't help but moan softly. It was a
good thing he'd had the forethought to cast a silencing spell before
locking the door. It would be rather awkward for some student to
hear them moaning as if in agony and walk in on just the opposite.

Remus sat back and rolled to his
feet, pulling Severus against him to devour his tongue again. He
would love to finish the job orally some time, but for today he had
other plans, and after a brief snog bent himself over the desk and
held his cheeks open wantonly. "This time, I think you'd better
prepare me," he rasped. "I'm not nearly drunk enough for a
repeat of the last time." He could still remember not being
able to sit right for days after James and Lily's wedding. Walking
had been a challenge too.

Severus very nearly pinched
himself to prove that he wasn't dreaming. For a man to splay himself
out before him like this...such a thing happening seemed highly
improbable, but then, everything about Remus Lupin, it just so
happened, was highly improbable as well. He swallowed a nervous lump
in his throat and leaned over the other man's spine, kissing his
shoulder softly as he reached past him to pull open the top drawer of
the desk. There was a potion in here that he could use as a
lubricant, surely. Where was it? Ah, there. He pulled out a bottle
of clear liquid with a consistency somewhere between fresh cream and
onion dip.

"What is that?" Remus
asked. He sounded a bit concerned, but the lust edging his voice
told Severus he could say just about anything and it wouldn't make a
difference.

"It is just a simple flame
retardant. I assure you, it is perfectly safe for internal use."
Though he often wondered why anyone would want to use a flame
retardant internally. He often used it on his hair before lectures
in which he expected things to explode, though it did leave a rather
greasy-looking sheen behind. Better safe than sorry, right? But
looking down at Remus's prone form again, and thinking on the texture
of the potion, he had a feeling that it had been used for this sort
of thing before. He pressed the thoughts from mind and coated his
fingers with it abruptly, leaning down again to kiss Remus's throat
and shoulder.

Remus bucked and gasped wantonly
as the first finger slid easily inside. Merlin, that felt good!
...but not good enough. He wanted more, much more. His writhing was
answered just as eagerly. The second entered without much delay, and
some time after that, the third. They pumped and stretched him, but
he felt Severus's erection against the back of his thigh and it
wasn't long at all before he was writhing impatiently for it.
"Severus, enough..." he breathed. "Please..."

Severus shuddered at the desperate
plea. He'd just been thinking he couldn't endure much longer without
entering the other man, and that's when Remus begged him to do so.
He pulled his fingers out silently, not sure what he was supposed to
say, and coated his member with more of the transparent cream. He bit
the inside of his cheek to hold in a moan. Even the barest touch was
electric. He positioned himself at the stretched hole, knowing it
would still be a tight fit, and grabbing the werewolf's hips, thrust
in quickly.

Remus yowled. There was pain,
yes, some, but oh the pleasure of that huge cock deep inside
of him. "Aah...nngh...oh Merlin...oh god...nngh..." He
wriggled, trying to calm himself, but it wasn't easy when Snape had
found the perfect angle to slide along his prostate from the very
first thrust. He could only cling to the edge of the desk and hold
on for dear life. And then, Severus started thrusting, grinding and
bumping against the sweet spot within him. He sobbed softly,
overcome by the pleasure. He'd known being shagged by the potions
master now that he was a grown man rather than a gangling young adult
would be amazing, but he hadn't realized how amazing.

Apparently, sex with Severus Snape
was even more intense while sober enough to enjoy it. He felt
distanced from his own voice. He could hear someone screaming like a
whore, begging for more--faster, deeper--and rasping out breathlessly
about just how perfect Severus's cock was...in intricate detail--how
big it was, how thick, how good it felt inside. And he dimly
realized it was his voice saying such dirty things. His body felt
too amazing to be embarrassed. He'd never been one for talking
dirty, but Snape's thrusts decimated any and all inhibitions and he
continued to beg earnestly.

If Remus's body wasn't enough--and
Severus was quite certain that it was--his words sent spirals of lust
burning through the dark-haired man's body--the way he moaned and
writhed, the way he was begging for harder and faster. 'Go ahead and
break me,' Remus had rasped, 'I look sickly. No one will think
anything of it if I can't walk for a few days.' ...and the way he
screamed 'please!' and admitting to loving how stretched
Severus's 'pornographically huge cock' made him feel. When Severus
couldn't bear the onslaught of pleasure any longer, he called Remus a
slut, but Remus came right back with 'yes, but your slut, Sev.
Only yours.' He found himself pounding the man with wild
abandon. He was sure his grip on Remus's hips was going to leave
some faint bruising, but he couldn't loosen it, and when Lupin felt
it--the way his dick clenched and his thrusts became more erratic, he
begged Severus again, this time to fill him with his cum, said he
wanted to feel it flooding into him. That was fine, because Severus
didn't think he could make himself stop fucking the man long enough
to pull out.

Remus screamed in bliss when he
felt Severus's hot seed begin to fill him. His anal muscles clenched
and spasmed and as his hole was filled with semen. His own release
flooded generously onto the desktop; he could only hope he wasn't on
top of any important paperwork, but even that he barely cared about.
His body practically sang as they came together as if the past
fourteen years had all been leading up to this moment. Severus
hadn't touched his erection once, but the anal pleasure alone was
more than enough to send Remus into possibly the most intense orgasm
of his life.

As he tried to catch his breath,
his lover limp, but still inside him, leaning over with his arms
shakily bearing his weight as he too tried to breathe deeply and get
some oxygen back into his lungs, he thought of how artfully he'd lied
to Severus. He was in love with the potions master, but Severus
would never accept that. It was far too illogical; to see someone
for the first time in over a decade after one drunken shag when you
had a history of being enemies far more often than friends...and at
seeing him just know that they're the one and probably always
would be...that kind of thing is just silly. Snape would never
accept it. Remus knew that if he would get any part of this man in
his life, it would have to be on his terms, and those terms, Remus
had figured, started with no strings. Perhaps through enjoying his
body, Severus would also grow to love the soul inside said body. And
in the meanwhile, there was still the mind-blowing sex.

Severus finally pulled out and
flicked his wand to summon the chair, not able to summon the strength
to move around the desk or get dressed. Remus sat up on the desk,
equally as naked, and quite a bit rumpled. They stared at one
another for a long time before Remus moved forward to sit in the
dark-haired man's lap. He dragged his tongue along the shell of
Severus's ear and caressed his body. "That was the best sex
I've ever had," he said.

"I know," Snape
answered, tilting his head to expose the area the werewolf was
currently interested in more fully. "You said as much, multiple
times. It's a good thing I cast silencing spell on the door or I
believe the entire castle would have heard you."

Remus flushed a little, but only
faltered in his attentions for an instant. His hand was already
working its way further down Severus's body. "Don't blame me
for that. You're the one carrying around the world's best kept
secret." As if to prove his point, he gave Severus's spent
member a few firm strokes. He hadn't precisely meant to, but before
he realized it he was jerking the man off in earnest, growing more
aroused himself as he felt the behemoth swell anew under his palm.

They shagged twice more. Both
times were just as rough and wanton and loud as the first and Remus
found his bum was so filled by the time they'd finished that he felt
like it would leak when he tried to get up. Well, providing that he
could ever feel his spine again, which right now really didn't seem
at all probable. He panted softly. "That was incredible,"
he rasped when Snape finally got off. He tried to push himself off
the desk, but the first time was a failure. The second he managed to
roll over and sit up that way, and by then, Severus had already
cleaned himself and was pulling on his outer robes. Naked cuddling
was out of the question, then, or cuddling of any sort, probably. Too
bad. But Remus knew what he'd signed up for and caught his pants
when Snape tossed them his way. They dressed in silence, but before
he left, he pulled Snape into a deep, intense kiss.

"Mmn. We'll do this again
soon," he whispered against Severus's mouth.

Severus didn't answer--but his
lack of reply was as good as consent. Once Remus left, he collapsed
into his chair. What had he just gotten himself into? It involved,
easily, the best sex he'd ever had, but was that all it involved? If
it wasn't, then what did Remus expect from him?

...and if it did, then how long
would it last before the thrill was gone and Lupin grew bored of him?
How long did he, himself, want it to last? Indefinitely, and as
often as Remus's gorgeous arse could endure it.

'There's no need to
over-analyze this,' he told
himself. 'It's just two bodies slamming against one another
to sate a physical need. It doesn't mean anything more than that.'
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