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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 21: Japes with Snape

Over the past couple of weeks, Snape and Lupin had had much to be pleased about. The Thrall was broken and now, following the first full moon since the unravelling of it, it was clear that Lupin's wolf and man had combined once again. He no longer felt fractured from the accursed beast, so he was more in control. It also meant that he did not feel had had to lock himself away from Snape for safety's sake. They had made a small ritual of destroying their workings and notes on the Thrall, except for those Snape wanted to work on the werewolf's blood lust and pain on transformation.

Snape was also discovering that Lupin, now the Thrall was gone, was still something of a prankster at heart. Being an oversexed werewolf, his pranks invariably involved some type of gentle sexual ambush of Snape.

The latest prank came after the much lamented Quidditch final, which saw Gryffindor finally wrest the Cup from Slytherin. Snape had presided over that Cup for many years in his office and he wasn't taking the loss well – not well at all. The staff had their own get-together in the staff room after dinner that evening. There had been much crowing by Minerva and Hagrid and there was no hiding Albus's pride in his golden Gryffindors' victory, especially that Potter had caught the snitch. But nothing – absolutely nothing – could have prepared him for the unalloyed joy that Lupin presented him with and was downright insufferable about the undoubted foul Malfoy had perpetrated on Potter. Snape may have conceded that under other circumstances, but as it was Potter, he was starting to feel rather cranky to be surrounded by so many Gryffindors on the staff so he pleaded his headache and left early.

Two hours later, Lupin joined him, clearly having imbibed freely and was highly mischievous and horny. Still grouchy, Snape said he'd rather wait until morning. Lupin laughed, but said, "On your own head be it, Severus." He took him into a huge, drunken embrace, kissed him soundly and then went to sleep. Well, that backfired on me, Snape thought, who had secretly been open to persuasion.

The following morning, Snape awoke and took himself for a shower. Then just before he got under the hot water, he saw what Lupin had done. His pubic hair was Gryffindor crimson with one golden line down the centre. He was about to storm out of the shower, when he saw Lupin leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe, grinning broadly.

Snape strode over to him. "I suppose you think this is funny?" he gestured down to himself.

"I think it suits you Severus," Lupin chuckled. "My favourite colours on my favourite man, in honour of our victory."

"Well, if you think I'm going to beg you to turn it back, you can think again," Snape mumbled. "Idiotic pranking, fit for a school boy ... should know better ... at your age..." he muttered under his breath.

"Nothing would give me greater pleasure than for you to remain red and gold. You won't be able to remove it. Only my wand can lift the enchantment." Lupin was grinning hugely now. "It's quite advanced transfiguration, you know. A refined and honed skill to get the exact shade of red I desired, and only to lift under explicit circumstances. Hardly the work of a school boy. You do not respect my abilities, Severus," Lupin mock-chided, running a finger along his jaw.

Snape huffed and took himself back to the shower. "It won't make any difference to my day," he said wryly, as he turned on the water, determined to be a killjoy for the day after Gryffindor's victory.

"I suppose it could be a lesson in inter-House unity to your Slytherins at breakfast today," Lupin said, innocently.

"Well, I hardly think ..."

"Oh Severus, you should think ..." Lupin said mildly and then gestured to Snape's head, "after all, one must have matching collar and cuffs," Lupin laughed as Snape realised and grabbed a handful of his hair and stared in shock at the crimson locks.

"You win. You've had your fun. Transfigure me back." He stood under the shower looking balefully at Lupin. "Go on, get your wand." Lupin laughed heartily.

"Oh Severus, you know I love your eyes when you're angry with me. They blaze – it's really rather attractive," Lupin said, smiling hungrily as he joined him in the shower. "It not that wand you need me to use ... and the circumstances are explicit," as he gently pressed Snape's back into the tiled wall and ran his hands through Snape's crimson hair.

Very clean and very satisfied, and without a hint of crimson or gold on either man, the men got dressed for breakfast some time later, Snape far less grouchy than before.

He was due for his third session with Healer Smethwyck today. He still bristled at the need for the sessions, but felt the benefit of them. He asked if the Healer still thought so many sessions were required. He did. They were not even half way through repairing the Break.

After the Healer left, Snape took out his two current projects. The first was his list of places for Lupin and him to visit in the summer, based on what Lupin had told him before, obviously starting with Cadr Idris. He looked at the list that both he and Lupin had been adding to and smiled. Summer holidays with Lupin. He had never looked forward to anything as much as this. When his Potions lessons were particularly trying and exhausting, he would run through their list instead of counting to ten to soothe him and hold on to his temper.

The second, by way of proper research was that part of the Thrall that had dealt with the werewolf's blood lust and pain on transformation. Snape had been working on this since the Thrall had been lifted. He hoped he could find a way to relieve werewolves of both these burdens. Imagine how easy Lupin's life would be without these. So far, they appeared inextricable from the Thrall, but he hoped when his mind was fully healed, he would be able to make real inroads on this.

The exams were drawing closer. Lupin was designing what appeared to be practical exams of mainly obstacle courses. Well, Snape supposed it was a good a way as any. After all, Potions exams were always practicals. In this respect, he did agree with Lupin: theory was only relevant if the witch or wizard was able to implement that which they had learnt.

They both had an inordinate amount of work to do and although his headaches seemed to become more insistent lately, Snape postponed his sessions with Healer Smethwyck for the period leading up to the exams. He had become adept at concealing the headaches from Lupin.

When finally the exams were over, all the staff could relax for another year. Lupin and Snape fell to discussing the various performances for his obstacle course with the company of a bottle of Firewhiskey.

Snape was particularly dismissive of Miss Granger's reaction to the boggart.

"But why should that bother you, Severus. She's just anxious to prove herself."

"Her need is almost pathological, Remus. I think she's quite psychologically disordered."

"Oh I don't think so. She's a Muggle-born who's anxious to do well, that's all. She takes her education far more seriously than any pureblood, because she knows she has everything to learn. You and I both know how difficult Muggle-borns find the experience of entering the wizarding world if they don't even have one parent to assist them, as you and I did."

Maybe Lupin had a point, but Snape didn't want to concede it, but he could see that Lupin saw it as a challenge.

"Come on Severus. Name me a pureblood that ever studies as hard as a Muggle-born."

"Well, maybe not a pureblood," he conceded. "But they all are singularly spoilt and entitled."

"You could hardly call the Weasleys spoilt and entitled, Severus!"

"Well, there are always exceptions to the rule, I suppose. Come to think of it, I had a friend in my House who was desperate for the teachers' approval, just like Miss Granger."

"Did I know him?"

"Your friend Black's brother, Regulus. Nothing like your friend – studious, hard-working and not an indulged bully."

He could see he'd rather taken Lupin by surprise: he looked shocked and hurt but then visibly recovered his humour.

"I only really met Regulus when we were much younger, before Sirius fell out with his family very badly. He always seemed like a good kid." His mouth pursed and then he spoke very quietly, as if turning it over in his mind, examining it. "Sirius was inconsolable when Reg became a Death Eater. Or we thought he was. And then, we were told Reg had tried to leave Voldemort's service and was killed but no-one could confirm anything. I've wondered many times since how Sirius was able to keep up such a front. I suppose, like you, he was a consummate spy."

"I have never been anything like Black," Snape spat, that tell-tale tug pulling at the Break again, and then he visibly softened. "I knew that Reg had tried to leave the Dark Lord's service and was never heard from again. I never found out what happened to him. I was very fond of him," he said sadly.

"Were you..."

"Lovers? No. He was the year below us and, believe it or not, Malfoy tried to give me to Regulus as, he called it, his man servant. Do you know, despite his young age, Regulus wasn't fazed by Malfoy and refused. One of the few purebloods I knew who wasn't a complete shit. We were good friends after that."

They both were lost in thought for a while. Then Snape asked, "Was Black ever your lover?" He immediately regretted asking the question, because he didn't really want to know.

"No, not really," Lupin answered anyway. "A couple of drunken incidents when we were young. It would have been all too easy, but we were friends first and foremost and, frankly, Sirius was far too licentious for me. I don't share," Lupin snorted an odd small laugh. There was no real mirth in it. He helped himself to a very large refill. "To this day, I cannot believe what he did to James and Lily, and to Peter. I simply can't believe it."

"Well, he did it," he snapped. "Destroyed all three of them utterly. I hope they find him and feed him to the Dementors," Snape hissed spitefully, feeling that odd tug on the Break again.

Lupin sighed heavily and drank from his glass again.

"I lost everything in that one night," he whispered. "I know you hated them, Severus, but they were all I had. My parents had died when I was a teenager and I had no brothers or sisters. There were just the four of us, plus Lily and little Harry: that was my family, those people who loved me for who I was. Who could possibly have foreseen that all would be lost that night and that one of us would be to blame?" Lupin looked terribly sorrowful.

Snape's stomach churned. It was all well and good blaming Black, but would he ever have the courage to tell Lupin of his part in the betrayal of Lily and therefore of Lupin's friend? How would Lupin ever forgive him for that, when he could not forgive himself?

"Why were you not chosen as their Secret Keeper?" he deflected.

"We knew there was a traitor in the Order. I believe I was suspected. It made sense the Secret Keeper should be Sirius, since they didn't accept Albus's offer."

"Why would they suspect you, Remus? Because you're a werewolf? I thought they saw through that," Snape said scornfully.

"Don't be like that Severus," Lupin said, clearly hurt. "There were reasons. I was sent to run with the wolves – different feral werewolf packs that hadn't yet affiliated with Greyback and Voldemort – to try to get them to join our cause. It wasn't a happy time for me. Perhaps, they had good reason to doubt me – perhaps it had too much of an effect on my personality."

"Who sent you to do that?" Snape asked, knowing the answer.

"Albus."

"Of course. Who else would put you in danger so easily, and who else would you obey so readily ?" Snape said, dangerously.

"Severus!" Lupin chided.

"And were you hurt with them? Did he allow that too?" Snape said insistently.

"Yes," Lupin answered quietly. "Sometimes, I was badly hurt. But how was it different to what you did for us? How is Dumbledore more to blame, because he asked me to assist in obtaining us allies?"

"I know what I had to go through, Remus. I can well imagine what you went through also. It is different for me: I chose the Dark Lord's service, then offered my service as spy to Dumbledore. You did not choose to be a werewolf. He should not have used you so." Snape found himself very angry that Dumbledore had sent Lupin to run with the wolves – the feral werewolves who were so unlike Lupin, not gentle, or clever or witty – but men and women who embraced and gloried in their inner beast.

Lupin took Snape in his arms firmly and kissed the side of his face. "Because I did not choose to be a werewolf does not mean you deserved the hell you went through as a spy any more than I did, Severus." Snape grasped Lupin's arm.

"I had much to atone for," Snape said, his voice rough, "and still do, but let's talk no more of that. I will not speak of that." That infernal tug at his mind nagged again. He suddenly found that he wished he hadn't drunk so much.

"Let's go to bed, Remus," he said, a little shakily. "Although I admit I'm a bit the worse for wear."

Lupin stood, and was none too steady either but they propped each other up to the bedroom.

Once in bed, Snape, still disinhibited through drink, asked, "Have you ever given any other lover the Wolf's Kiss, Remus?"

"Only once," he said lightly. "And then I didn't really know what it was. It was with my first lover, a seventh year Ravenclaw. I just followed by instinct, and well ... you see what happens. I was so shocked by my own reaction to it, as well as his, I always try to subdue it."

"Your reaction? What reaction do you have?" Snape asked. He knew it was extraordinary, but nothing that was upsetting.

"You could feel and see for yourself, if you wanted to," Lupin said, looking rather encouragingly at Snape, clearly hoping for the opportunity to relive it.

Snape smiled. He had hoped for this very much. It had been an extraordinary experience for him certainly. He retrieved his wand and they faced each other.

Legilimens.

Lupin's mind: so warm and inviting.

They found the memory of themselves facing each other, with their legs interlaced. They watched as MemoryRemus bound MemorySeverus's hair and made his bites to a very willing recipient and then watched as Severus entered Remus's mind to see the attraction of the bites and then leave again. Snape recalled the feral power of them well.

They saw Remus start to touch the bites, and Snape joined Remus at this point to feel what he felt.

He felt emanations of raw desire flood into his fingertips as they touched each bite flowing thoughout his body powerfully. He felt Remus run his tongue over the first bite. At the first touch of his tongue, a powerful lust jolted through his mouth, and fired down the jaw and neck nerves straight down to his groin. It was stunning and made Snape gasp with its power. Each and every touch of Remus's tongue on the bites he had created swelled his desire to fever pitch. Snape wasn't at all sure how Lupin could bear it.

He saw himself arch backwards quite extremely, almost as if unconscious and knew this was when he had been overcome with bliss. Then Remus cast a suspension charm to hold Severus in place so he did not fall back.

Snape became aware that Remus's wolf was chiding him subconsciously to take Snape now that he was fully submissive – to shaft him hard to see how pliable he could be; to be true to his nature and take the submissive without mercy. He felt Remus's resistance to the wolf. He felt Remus's determination to carry on resisting the wolf. Snape marvelled at Remus's purpose of mind. He was feeling Remus's body and it was screeching its desire through every nerve and fibre, and its desire was being frenzied by the Kiss.

Lupin and Snape sat within Remus for over an hour – a feat of sheer endurance as far as Snape was concerned considering the overwhelming desire that swamped Remus, who instead of caving to what his body clearly desired to take Severus very hard indeed, carried on applying the Kiss to the bites as Severus floated in his state of bliss, stroking Severus's body in all the ways he had learnt that Snape adored.

"How do you manage to resist this? I've never felt anything so powerful," Snape asked.

"It's very hard to resist, but it helped that we were trying to heal your core. It was important to Kiss you as long as I could. I admit," Lupin chuckled, sending that marvellous resonance though his body, "it was terribly difficult towards the end. I thought I'd split in two!"

Then Remus could clearly resist no more, and, holding Severus up, removed the suspension charm and laid Severus flat and spelled away Severus's trousers and his own clothes. Still caressing him, and intermittently Kissing the bites, Remus ran his fingers down to Severus's opening. It needed no preparation at all, but was wet and hot. As Remus pushed in one finger, Severus's muscles clenched around them greedily, pulling the finger in. Snape gasped at the feel of it and he felt Lupin reel at the recollection of it, but Remus remained restrained and gently spread Severus's legs wide to admit him. He slid into him as gently as he could, moaning all the way and then he called to Severus to bring him back to him, felt his reluctance to take him without his being part of it. Of course, Remus would never want to take me against my will or unconsciously. "Severus, my own love."

He saw himself come to his senses and remembered how extraordinary the immediate impact of that desire had felt upon him – a desire he now understood that Remus had been building upon for an hour. He felt Remus's desire get even thicker as soon as Severus looked into his eyes as he rolled into Severus trying to get as deep as possible to satisfy his self-imposed restraint. At this point, it began again: that extraordinary feeling of experiencing his own reactions, but also Lupin's as well. Given these were also magically charged reactions, Snape thought he might well, as Lupin put in, split in two.

He felt again his own skin had felt electrified and every thrust of Remus's stroking his nerve endings inside, but also the rest of his skin. Now he also felt Remus feeling Severus's own muscles clenching around Remus's cock constantly, pulling at and pulsing against him. Snape felt Remus's ecstasy explode in him and desperation to be deeper within Severus, moaning Severus's name. It made both Snape and Lupin moan together anew. Remus bent his head down to bite and tongue his nipple, and it drove Severus wild, but now he also felt those extraordinary jolts of desire travel through Remus's skin to his cock, hardening him painfully to take him deeper into Severus.

It was extraordinarily erotic and both he and Lupin were finding it hard to resist and both knew they were building their own orgasms on this extraordinary shared memory of the Wolf's Kiss sharing each other's feeling, physical and emotional. He felt Remus do this another three times until Severus and Remus and also they both came hard and intensely. Then he felt Remus's joy when he told him he loved him and they left the memory together and let their thoughts float together randomly for a while.

"Thank you for telling me," Lupin thought. Snape felt Lupin's joy still very evident.

"Well, it's true," Snape thought, although he felt slightly foolish.

"It was wonderful to hear."

Snape withdrew reverentially from Lupin's beloved mind and they lay together for hours thinking their own thoughts before sleep took Lupin first. Snape watched him sleep.

One of the wonders of being with Lupin was how Snape was constantly re-evaluating his life and opinions.

He was considering his skill at Legilimency. He had worked on it as a craftsman should, practising and honing the skill together with its stable-mate, Occlumency. Until Lupin, he had only ever used it for Dark purposes: to invade the minds of others for information or for torture. It was a uniquely unpleasant mode of torture, as he himself knew to his cost.

And yet, he was using it with Lupin as a means for them to heighten their sexual and emotional pleasure and trust with each other. That there could have been such a use for it, Snape would not previously have credited. But he thought now, he could never use what had become sacred to his love of Lupin to invade or hurt the mind of another again.

He looked at the moon through his small window, and then back at the man who shared his life now. He would lie with his love tomorrow morning, but then it would be full moon tomorrow night and he willed it to pass quickly so the nights would be theirs once more.
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