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The Intentions of Others	By : BunnyBopper Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 3142 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Even during the holidays Headmaster Dumbledore insists that all the teachers take their evening meal together whenever possible. The ‘whenever possible’ does not apply to Severus Snape however as Albus insists he always dines with the rest to combat his ‘natural tendency for isolation’. That evening Severus tried every excuse in the proverbial book to get out of it but eventually the headmaster’s serene smile no longer reached his eyes and he knew from experience it was unwise to argue. That was the reason he now ended up in the slightly awkward position of eating dinner next to his boyhood enemy, workplace rival and (as of two hours and forty minutes ago) lover.
‘No appetite Severus?’
The sound of Minerva’s clipped voice made Severus look up from pushing beef stew around his plate. Well he hadn’t actually done much eating of his dinner. Every mouthful seemed to take an age to chew and the tightness of his throat was making swallowing near impossible so he had admitted defeat several minutes ago.
‘It seems to have left me I’m afraid.’
Could he make some excuse about being unwell and get out of there? No, one look from Albus told him he was in it for the duration. Minerva was also looking at him with a sternly furrowed brow that Severus knew was her version of concern. All the teachers were used to him being quiet during meals but he could usually be counted upon to make a sarcastic comment or complain about the overdone carrots. The reason he had not done so this evening was due to him being too focused on ensuring that no part of his body touched Remus Lupin’s to make any attempt at joining the conversation. Why couldn’t the man have bloody well got here earlier so that he could have sat somewhere other than the only remaining seat which was, as always, next to Severus.
He allowed himself a brief glance at Remus who appeared to be managing just fine as he piled an extra helping of potatoes on his plate. Perhaps he knew he would need the extra energy for whatever he was going to do to him later. Oh God.
The other reason was that Severus couldn’t shake the feeling that everybody knew exactly what he and Remus had got up to following the earlier staff meeting. Although he knew the conversations always steered to more adult topics when the students were gone he was starting to think it was happening tonight to deliberately raise his blood pressure. Particularly when it began to steer towards suspected past dalliances between faculty members.
‘Oh they definitely were. Remember when I saw them sneaking out of the supply cupboard on the second floor?’ Flitwick was gleefully recounting his story of the time he almost caught Professor Kettleburn and Madam Pomfrey in the midst of a heavy petting session. He was ruddy faced and glassy eyed and Severus knew the small man had overindulged in a third glass of mead as he often did on such occasions.
‘Well you do know all the good places, Phineus,’ Sprout jibed playfully, causing an uproar of laughter throughout the table. She and the charms professor’s on-off relationship was well-known and a frequent source of mirth for the teachers. The reason Severus had to suppress a smirk, however, was that he had noticed Sinistra trying – and failing- to catch Remus’ eye at the comment. He still could not believe that Remus wasn’t infatuated with the beautiful witch. The one with grace and style and in possession of a personality not tinged with bitterness and a wit not dripping with sarcasm. He was infatuated with him. Severus Snape! The man who could clear the staff room during morning coffee break with the right glare and reduce first years to tears when he misjudged a remark and cut too deep.
None of it made any logical sense and Severus had always relied on logic to understand both himself and others. Perhaps that had something to do with his lack of relationships – platonic or otherwise. Up until now that is. Severus felt his stomach flip and the heat rise in his face as his mind went back to the events of that afternoon. And he’d asked him to come back tonight! What on earth had he been thinking?
‘Are you sure you’re feeling alright Severus? You’re looking a tad flushed.’
‘I’m fine thank-you Minerva. Just a little under the weather.’
‘What about Slughorn and Merrythought? The students in my year always suspected something between them.’ Now Remus had finished his mountain of stew and potatoes he was apparently ready to join in. Severus caught his eye before giving him the briefest of warning looks.
‘Don’t be ridiculous Slughorn is as gay as a Pygmy Puff!’ Flitwick guffawed loudly.
‘Really? I had no idea.’ Remus responded thoughtfully.
‘Me ‘either!’ piped Hagrid looking astounded. The half-giant’s cluelessness was no surprise to anyone causing another burst of boisterous laughter from the table.
‘Guess some of you need to tune your gaydars,’ remarked Hooch using the muggle term which had somehow entered the wizarding world despite half of the population never having heard of radar in the first place. Her preference for witches was also well known to the others. Oh no. The last thing Severus needed was his colleagues to start contemplating the orientations of others. He hadn’t even had time to fully contemplate his own yet!
‘Honestly Severus you look dreadful! You’re pure white now.’ Why had Minerva picked tonight to fuss over him?
Remus swiftly reached over and placed the back of his palm on Severus forehead. The unexpected touch caused him to leap from his chair as though he had been hit with a stinging hex. Everyone turned to look at him in surprise.
‘You are rather hot Severus,’ Remus said with an acting skill Severus never knew he possessed. He was loving this, the bastard.
‘Yes –uh- I think I’ll take my leave. Goodnight everyone. Headmaster.’ He nodded to Albus without meeting his eye.
‘Goodnight Severus. I do hope you feel better soon. There are only a few more days to engage in frivolity before the students return!’
He could never tell if Dumbledore actually knew everything or just acted like he did.
It was 9:20pm and Severus had been pacing the length of his quarters since 8. He had been doing a lot of thinking. Thinking thinking thinking. His already quick mind was running at top speed since the events of dinner and he was going round in circles. He tried to keep those thoughts far from Lily as thinking about her now after having engaged in mutual masturbation with one of her closest friends felt like the worst betrayal of his life. But no matter how much he pushed them away they would return as she was the key piece in the puzzle that was his sexuality.
If he was gay what did that mean for his feelings for her? He knew he loved her. Completely. Always would. But had he mistaken the love of the closest of friendships for something else? She was a girl, he was a boy. That was how he should have felt. His father would certainly have thought so. Or was he simply bisexual? Knowing Severus he would later spend hours determining where exactly he fell on the Kinsey scale – complete with graphs and charts.
What he has managed to conclude was that he had always been attracted to members of his own sex. Everything made sense now. From the way he had to fight down his own arousal whenever he heard the muffled moans and excessive duvet moving from behind the closed curtains of one of his dorm-mates’ four poster late in the night, to why he’d so enjoyed being potions partners with that geekily handsome Ravenclaw Rodney Higgins. Wait, had Rodney liked him too? Severus contemplated the way the boy used to flush and look away whenever he complimented the way he cut up his shrivelfig or added his salamander blood. The way he would jerk away from him when their hands brushed awkwardly when reaching for the same ingredient.
But Severus wasn’t a teenager anymore. So why on earth was he acting like one? After dinner he had bathed to within an inch of his life in preparation for whatever was about to unfold. He’d never spent more time fussing over his appearance and he had become increasingly frustrated by what he saw reflected back in the mirror. He had then agonised over what to wear. Why did all his clothes have so many bloody buttons? He settled on a loose white undershirt and hoped it wouldn’t wash out his pasty, sallow complexion too much. Why was he so concerned about impressing him anyway? Severus thought as he dismantled his library in hope of finding any reading on sex between men. What he had found had only caused his anxiety to threaten to push into full blown panic so he abandoned his task and had now confined himself to pacing and waiting.
9:45pm – Maybe Remus wasn’t coming? The small amount of relief he felt at the prospect was overshadowed by worry. Why wasn’t he coming? Was he sick? Was there some kind of emergency? Had he finally come to his senses and realised he could do so much better than Severus Snape? Just then he was dragged out of the rabbit hole of possibilities by a quiet knock on the door. Severus froze. Oh Merlin this was it.
He needed more time to prepare! He needed to brew some kind of confidence boosting potion. But all of those took days! Before he could talk himself out of it Severus rushed forward to open the door. Remus was standing there looking almost as nervous as he was, all post-coital bravado apparently forgotten. As they looked at each other Severus instantly pictured that face contorted with pleasure as it had been earlier. Remembered the feel of his mouth, his tongue, his-
‘Ah- can I come in?’ Remus asked, smiling a shy awkward smile.
‘Oh-uh-yes! Yes of course.’ Severus stepped aside to allow the man to enter. He too seemed to have put some extra effort into his appearance. He had on his least threadbare shirt and his only well-fitting pair of dark brown trousers. A wasted effort for now as Severus firmly kept his eyes anywhere other than Remus’ trouser region. He also seemed to be carrying something at his side.
‘Sorry, it took a while for all the rambunctiousness to quieten down,’ Remus said apologetically as Severus turned to ensure the door was double locked and all extra cloaking enchantments were still in place. He chose not to respond to that as he was unsure if he had forgiven Remus for his earlier behaviour yet and was still slightly unnerved by the man’s ability to maintain his own composure. As Severus turned back to face him he was able to see that what Remus was carrying was a bottle containing what looked like a very good quality red wine. ‘I wasn’t sure whether to bring anything but I –er- thought you would like this,’ he continued before shyly handing it over. ‘But we don’t have to drink it tonight of course’.
Severus didn’t know what was more cliché – Remus’ offering or his own giddy feelings that were sparked by how accurately the man had judged his tastes. Yes! This was exactly what he needed, Severus realised as he whisked himself over to his drinks cabinet, Dutch courage! He was grateful to have something to do as he selected two wine glasses (silently thanking Merlin that he even possessed two as he certainly didn’t make a habit of inviting people down to his quarters very often) before slowly making his way back to the pair of dark green armchairs in one of which Remus now sat. Severus placed the bottle and glasses on the low table between them and sat down lightly in the adjacent armchair that he had spent at least ten minutes arranging into the perfect position earlier that evening.
After Remus had uncorked the bottled and poured out the dark burgundy liquid (taking charge already apparently) Severus drank deeply but resisted the urge to down the entire glass. It really was remarkably fine wine. After some obligatory conversation about it – ‘Goblin made.’ ‘Fascinating.’ – they slipped into painfully awkward silence. Severus really needed to snap out of this. Where was his razor sharp wit? He was certainly capable of using charm to manipulate others when he wanted to. He needed to say something. Something that would knock Remus off his feet. But the other man got there first.
‘So, do you make a habit of seducing the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher every year or….?’
Severus couldn’t hold in his laughter and the tension eased between them. Remus couldn’t keep the triumph from showing on his face at his achievement.
‘Oh yes,’ Severus responded in his go-to sarcastic drawl. ‘The man who had Voldemort on the back of his head made things particularly interesting.’ Wait, was that joke too dark for Remus? Severus’ usually perfect filter seemed to be faulty. But Remus was exploding with laughter allowing Severus to sit back with relief.
‘At least Lockhart was a handsome man.’
‘I prefer someone who can string a sentence together without referring to that fact. Anyway, I’ve never actually asked you how you’ve found the position.’
The brief look of confusion on Remus’ face betrayed the fact that his mind must have first gone to an altogether different definition of the word ‘position’ before coming to his senses. He coughed into his hand before answering.
‘Well, teaching is still relatively new to me but I think I’ve been able to bring a certain level of insight to the subject. And I enjoy working with young people, that part is very rewarding.’
Severus couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that before taking another large sip of wine. He was beginning to relax now but he still needed to loosen up a lot more before Remus pounced on him again, and who knew when that would be?
‘I take it you don’t agree?’ Remus asked, one eyebrow raised in mock surprise.
‘Perhaps I would have ten years ago, but if you end up teaching as long as I have you may find yourself forming the opinion that Hogwarts would run far better without it’s students.’
‘Possibly, I don’t imagine it would be as interesting though.’
‘Really? How about I tell you some of the more interesting situations I’ve encountered. If only to prepare you for what’s to come.’
The conversation turned into Severus relaying some of the more idiotic things his students had done over the years leading to various mishaps and some outright catastrophes. Severus had just finished his story about an incident six years ago when a fourth year Griffindor boy tried to impress a Hufflepuff girl by adding double the amount of powdered griffin claw to his strengthening solution. The resulting explosion caused a massive fight to break out due to the unwanted side effect of high aggression. He’d had to immobilise the entire class but not before said Hufflepuff girl got in a well-aimed punch to his face.
‘It’s not funny. She broke my nose!’ He chastised with exaggerated indignance as Remus let out his low, hoarse laugh. He reached to pour them the last of the wine before adding ‘and no comments about it being an easy target thank-you.’ Severus was beginning to think Remus was simply enjoying listening as he gazed at him with an easy smile on his face, his eyes lingering occasionally on Severus’ mouth as he spoke.
‘Well I suppose teenagers can be a little overbearing at times,’ he said, still chuckling softly. His laughter trailed off and he stared into his glass before continuing. ‘Listen, Severus, I’ve been wanting to apologise to you…for the way we treated you in school….It wasn’t….I shouldn’t have let-‘
‘Please let’s not do this.’ Great. Just as he had begun to contemplate making the first move Remus had to go and verbally punch him in the gut. Of all the insensitive-
‘No, please. I was a coward. When I said earlier I thought you hated me I never meant that you didn’t have good reason to.’
Severus felt a flair of anger. Where had this sudden self-awareness come from? Did Remus only feel the need to alleviate his guilt now he’d gotten some?
‘Well I’m willing to re-evaluate my stance if you don’t drop this.’ He said in a dangerous tone. Remus looked taken aback and slightly panicked as he apologised and told Severus to forget he said anything. Severus couldn’t bring himself to respond for fear of saying something he’d regret and kept his eyes firmly on the floor.
First you’re primping like a teenager and now you’re sulking like one, he angrily told himself, what’s next? Writing his name in love hearts all over your desk?
After several moments, Remus appeared to admit defeat. He stood up mumbling something about having had a ‘pleasant evening’ before turning to leave. Severus just had time to rise and grab him by the forearm before pulling the man back towards him. The wine made the words and emotion behind them come easily.
‘Don’t go.’
That was all it took. They were on each other now. Hands digging in so they left marks, mouths pushed so hard together it was blissfully painful. Severus was tugging at Remus’ shirt now. Remus obediently lifted his arms to allow it to be pulled over his head. Severus took a moment to take in his scarred torso which triggered feelings of sympathy and desire in equal measure. He listened to Remus gasp as he buried his face in his shoulder and bit down while moving his hands up to feel the smooth curve of his shoulder blades.
Then they were moving, kissing and stumbling, towards Severus’ bedroom (which was of course already pre-lit to the most flattering of lightings). When they reached his plain four-poster Remus pushed him down upon it before crawling on top of him. He helped Severus sit up and remove his own shirt before gazing intently at what he saw as if wanted to commit it to memory. As if he might disappear at any moment.
Severus had always felt on some level that being with anyone would be an insult to Lily’s memory. That being alone was his punishment for what he’d done to her. He deserved that and more. But Lily was so kind. She would want this happiness for him. And that’s what this feeling was, he realised. It was the feeling that had been threatening to overwhelm him since he’s looked into Remus’ mind earlier and felt what he felt.
Remus was kissing him deliberately now, one hand cupping his jaw to pull him in deeper. He had no idea kissing could feel like this. That it could stop everything so there was only this moment. After that, allowing himself to let go was easy.
Remus moved downwards trailing his lips across his chest and occasionally stopping to place those slow kisses on his skin. When he reached the lower half of his stomach, he etched down Severus’ trousers so they were past his hip bones. As he ghosted his lips over the trail of hair leading downwards he began to brush his hand against Severus’ cock through the fabric. Severus arched his back and groaned enjoying the frustration of it. Remus hadn’t been lying about taking things slowly earlier.
‘Merlin, you look so fucking good.’ Remus was moaning into his crotch now. There he went again with the cursing that apparently turned Severus on so much.
He’d slid Severus’ trousers and underwear down fully now before removing them completely. Severus braced himself for the pleasure of Remus’ mouth around him again but he then found him back on top of him. He had time to marvel at how good the feeling of the bare skin of his chest was against his own before Remus was pushing Severus’ legs apart with his knees before sliding down his own trousers. The desire Severus felt at the feeling of Remus’ full hardness against him was overtaken by a wave of fear and rising panic.
‘Wait! Wait, I - I need to tell you – I’ve never-‘
‘You’ve never been topped before? That’s alright we can switch. You’ll find I can be very versatile….’ Remus growled in a mock exaggeration of seduction.
‘What?! No! Listen to me you absolute cretin. I’m saying I’ve never done this before!’ He snapped, hating how vulnerable he had to be right now. Remus’ predatory look gave way to one of clueless incomprehension. Severus sighed in frustration. ‘You know! This!’ he inclined his head at the closeness of their bodies. ‘With a man at least.’
‘Are you serious? But earlier you were so….and just now….’
Severus looked away, mortified, not wanting to see Remus’ look of horror.
‘I just needed to be clear with you.’
He wasn’t sure if the man was worried about his lack of experience or that he’d taken things too far too fast. Knowing Remus it was probably the latter which somehow made Severus feel worse.
‘That’s ok!’ He was now saying in his most reassuring tone, ‘That’s no problem. We don’t have to do that yet-at all even! And we don’t have to do anything more tonight. We could just talk more and-‘
‘Oh will you stop being so bloody patronising!’ Severus said in frustrated exasperation. He grasped Remus by the torso and flipped him on to his back before straddling him and pinning his arms at his side.
‘I just want you to be comfortable!’ he said with the same irritating tone while trying and failing to sit up.
‘Well maybe I don’t want to be comfortable anymore! Maybe I’m sick of closing my mind off to everything and feeling nothing!’
Remus was still now. He was looking at Severus as if gaining a new understanding about him. Severus could see a flicker of sadness at his confession.
‘Please….just let me….’ He went on.
‘Ok. But you have to promise me you’ll stop if it gets too much.’
Severus rolled his eyes for the second time that evening but briefly nodded his agreement before moving in to feel Remus. Severus wasn’t a submissive man. On the contrary, he generally liked to be in control in all situations. Other than the obvious benefits of being a proficient legilimens while a double agent in the Wizarding War, a big part of the reason why he had worked so hard to hone his skills was to protect himself from others. To be able to see their intentions and feelings towards him so he could always gain the upper hand and to shield his emotions from those who would use them against him.
But that night he wanted-he needed-to fully connect with another person. No. Not just anyone. It had to be Remus. Kind, gentle, patient Remus. Always putting others before himself and seeing the good in people. He realised the man was so like her, his dearest friend, in so many ways.
He began by mimicking what Remus had just done. He knew it felt good for him so the reverse would likely be true. His hypothesis proves correct judging by the light moans Remus makes as he grazes his lips over the man’s scarred chest and continues to pin his arms lightly but firmly by his side. He experiments using his tongue, his teeth and is met with continued positive responses. As he does so his moves ones of the hands holding Remus in place down to grasp hold of his cock for the second time that day.
Severus works him slowly as he moves down the man’s body inch by inch, wanting his mouth to come into contact with as much of his skin as possible. When he gets to Remus’ hips he spends the same amount of time there – licking, biting sucking. He runs his free hand up and down Remus’ thigh.
He’s groaning openly now, muttering words of encouragement, grabbing handfuls of Severus’ hair and holding it from his face to better see what he’s doing. Severus realises he might have been procrastinating slightly due to his understandable apprehensiveness. He can’t anymore though. The want is too great. He takes Remus into his mouth.
Severus would be the first to admit he didn’t know what he was doing but he hoped his enthusiasm would make up for this. He lets Remus guide him with his words, his hands, his movements. Soon this guidance falls by the wayside as he seems to decide Severus is doing just fine on his own. His eyes are closed, head thrown back, face so tight with pleasure he looks almost in pain. He tries to pull away but Severus won’t let him.
‘Oh fuck, Severus I’m gonna…’
He presses his full weight on Remus’ hips. He keeps him in place as Remus releases into his mouth, letting out the most guttural of groans. He doesn’t stop until Remus is pulling him off. Then Severus is up, completely undone, thrusting against Remus’ hip and with barely any help from him, he’s coming onto his stomach with a prolonged cry.
Remus cradles him when it’s over. Severus knows he should tell him to leave before morning. He doesn’t.
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