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The Long Road	By : SinisterMe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 63598 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Severus woke leisurely; knowing he had finished the Wolfsbane potion last night and there was nothing pressing to do today. He stretched and found that there was something pressing into his thigh. Lupin was sleeping still, turned towards him, his fully hard member unmistakable against Severus’ thigh.
He decided to try a different tactic today. Severus shifted closer to Remus’ sleeping form, brushing the hair away from his face. He placed his open palm on top of the other man’s hip, his fingers making contact one at a time.
Remus let out a sigh that Severus took to indicate he was waking slowly. He allowed his fingers to apply a small amount of pressure to the point where his hand rested on Lupin’s body; Remus’ hips pressed forward into his leg in response.
Lupin’s eyes fluttered open, and Severus tried to greet him with an expression that wasn’t threatening.
“’Morning, sir,” Remus said. His face took on a look of impending doom as he noticed the situation he was in for a second morning in a row.
“Good morning indeed,” Severus said, giving a half smile. He left his hand where it was in case Remus tried to nose dive off the bed again.
Lupin swallowed loudly, Severus was so close he could see the small lump of his Adam’s apple bobbing. He closed the short distance between them, meeting the other man’s lips softly once, twice, to get him used to the idea before going in for one that was deeper. While he swabbed Lupin’s bottom lip with his tongue, he also pulled their hips closer; pressing the other man’s erection against himself almost to make sure it was still there.
Remus allowed himself to be pulled nearer. He was surprised to find his own mouth moving along with the kiss, somehow his hand had come up to squeeze Severus’s shoulder and the man either didn’t notice or was allowing it. When Severus pulled back, Lupin found himself breathing heavily, his cock throbbing against his master’s leg.
“If you’d let me, I’d like very much to take care of that for you,” Severus said in what Remus thought was a rather husky voice.
“I can’t stop you, sir,” Remus wasn’t sure how his voice sounded, but to his own ears it was hollow and weak.
“If you wish I wouldn’t, I won’t,” Severus said.
“I won’t stop you?” Remus tried.
“I like the sound of that a little better; but keep in mind that I actually do want you to stop me if this is too much for you.”
This all sounded very confusing to Remus; at least with Macnair he had had an idea of what was expected of him, as unpleasant as it was. He took a deep breath and tried to plaster a neutral expression on his face. “Of course, sir,” he agreed. It was always best to agree.
Severus knew when he was being placated. He decided to continue forward, but slowly.
He leant in to kiss Remus again, running his hand down the other man’s chest, allowing his thumb to pass lightly over a nipple; Lupin’s body jolted in response. Severus was going to take it as a sign he rather enjoyed that. He made the same motion again, this time allowing his thumb to linger, trailing circles around the areola, peeking down to see it had formed a firm pink nub. He wondered what Remus would do if he circled his tongue around it.
Instead he brought their lips together again, trailing his touch lower and lower until his hand was stroking Remus’ cock through his thin pajama pants. Severus squeezed the tip of it lightly, breaking the kiss for a moment to look at his face. Lupin gasped softly in response; biting his bottom lip immediately to try and stifle the noise.
Severus kissed his way down the lycanthrope’s chest, pausing to lave first at one, then the other nipple, worrying it lightly between his teeth before swiping over it again with his tongue to mellow the sensation. He ran his hands over Lupin’s hips and down the backs of his thighs, bringing one up to caress his member again as he lay a trail of sloppy kisses along the sensitive scar tissue on Remus’ stomach.
Remus hips bucked and muscles in his legs and stomach jumped without so much as his permission. Severus was taking time with his body, tricking it into being turned on despite the fact that his own brain warned against that very thing. From what he remembered, this is how people treated a lover, not a sex slave. He couldn’t help but wonder just what Severus was playing at even as the man paid attention to the hypersensitive scar tissue on his stomach and side, hand on his throbbing prick the entire time. He was sure he was going to come; it had been so long…
Snape tucked his fingers into the waistband of Lupin’s pants, undoing the line of small buttons holding the fly closed. Carefully he pulled Remus’ member out of his clothing, cupping his balls with a firm but gentle undulating motion. It may have been forever since he’d been with another person this way, but he certainly hadn’t forgotten how things were done.
He rolled away and pulled a small jar of lubricant from the back of his bedside drawer, returning to his place at Remus’ side in only a moment. He quickly unscrewed the lid and dipped his fingers into the cool substance. Hand coated, he moved it back onto Remus body, wasting little time. Remus was responding delightfully, or he would have been if he wasn’t so determined to silence every sound he might have made. His eyes were closed and he had a look of astonished bliss on his face.
Severus leisurely pumped his hand up and down over Remus’ shaft, knowing that it wouldn’t take long for the lycanthrope to reach completion. It was a different experience to be giving someone this kind of pleasure without undergoing the interference of his own need. Certainly he was aroused; there was little question about that, Remus was an attractive man lying half naked in his bed. But without the meddling of his own erection, Severus was able to take note of things he may otherwise not have.
Remus breath was quick, his chest rising and falling. It hitched ever so slightly when Snape spent a little extra attention to the head of his cock, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger every couple of times he swiped his hand from tip to balls. Pre-come was collecting there, Severus brushed it away with the pad of his thumb, increasing the pressure his fingers were putting on the shaft; Remus’ hips lurched in response. The other man swallowed the moan that Snape was sure would have been heard otherwise, he looked up at his face to see what expressions were dancing there.
Remus wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. He looked down, seeing Severus’ pale, angular hand wrapped tightly against his red, swollen cock; the sight made him almost orgasm on the spot.
“Sir,” he panted. “I’m going to-” he had to break off his sentence or he would have let our some variation of a growl and didn’t want Severus to stop because he’d done something wrong. At the same time he had to warn him, give him time to do whatever it was he was going to do before he came all over both of them.
“I certainly hope so,” Severus said throatily, not pausing in his ministrations.
Remus had always thought that Severus’ voice was one of his most enthralling qualities. Snape was the only person he’d ever known who could make the lesson plan for removing snake livers sound sensual, not that he’d ever admitted that to anyone out loud. His voice was more than Remus could take at the present time, with a ragged gasp he was coming hard into Severus’ hand; his whole body shaking with it.
Severus continued to stroke Remus as he slowly softened, allowing him to fully ride out his release. Lupin was gripping his arm tightly, his breathy exhales sounding almost like small moans. Hot ejaculate covered both them and the sheets; the man had seemed to come forever, pulsing in his hand; he found himself breathing at an increased rate just watching him. When Remus’ body was still, though his ribcage was still rising and falling rapidly, Severus released him.
Lupin looked over at him, seeing the mess that had been made over both of them and the bed. His face took on a troubled expression.
Severus muttered a wandless spell and everything was clean again.
“Sir, I- that was… thank you.” Remus felt his cheeks heat, hoping Snape didn’t notice.
Snape relaxed back into his side of the bed, laying one last kiss on Lupin’s lips before resting his head on the pillow. “I told you that I would attempt to give you enjoyment if I was able.”
“But you-” Remus began to protest.
“The giving of such pleasure does not always involve the taking of it,” Severus said softly. “Can your healed hand manage all those small buttons, or should I do them up for you?”
Remus was puzzled, before realizing that his fly was still undone; that orgasm might have ruptured something in his brain. “I have it, sir; thank you.” He was gratified to find that he was right, although clumsily he did get all of the buttons through their holes. There was no way around it, although he had just woken up from a full night’s sleep, he was exhausted all over again.
“I believe it is overdue for you to have another bath; I’m sure your muscles are past beginning to stiffen up quite spectacularly. Next month I will brew both of the Wolfsbane potions at the same time; it will not be as time consuming that way and less will be neglected.”
“Less time consuming for who; and while you’re taking care of us, who is looking after you?” Remus asked uncertainly. Severus was thinner and paler than when they had first arrived; Remus was certain he wasn’t eating properly and positive he wasn’t sleeping as well as he should have been.
“I am neither a child nor am I healing; I am capable of looking after myself,” Severus said flat out. He added under his breath while shaking his head on the pillow, “Now if only I could convince my house elf of that.”
“If you say so, sir,” Remus agreed with a smile, though he seriously doubted the validity of that statement.
Severus came closer and draped his arm over Remus’ stomach, seemingly content to lay there for a while. This was fine with Lupin, who was glad that he wouldn’t be required to stand when they did get up. He was weak and over sensitive after experiencing that level of completion. The warmth of Severus’ body beside him and the pleasant weight of his arm around him felt like pure indulgence to Remus, he wasn’t about to be the first one to move away.
“This morning or tonight?” Severus asked out of what seemed like nowhere.
“Pardon me, sir?”
“The bath, would you prefer it this morning or tonight?” Severus repeated with no ire.
“Tonight, if that is alright, sir. I just woke up and already I could nap; one of those medicated baths is likely to knock me out,” Remus said sheepishly.
“Tonight it is, then.” Severus said. He was still for a few moments longer before reluctantly rolling away and stretching. He threw his legs over the bed and dragged the rest of himself after them, standing in a motion that was less fluid than perhaps he would have liked.
He quickly dressed, selecting a clean set of clothes and outer robes. They were a little bulkier and more old fashioned than most, but it was what he was most comfortable in and he wasn’t about to be bothered to update it. That would mean a trip to one of the towns and he avoided that at all costs. There were some things he was starting to think about needing, but he just kept adding them to the list until it was substantial enough to warrant a trip.
Walking around to the other side of the bed, Severus gave Remus his dose of analgesic and slid the chair closer. There was something buzzing around in his head. If he wasn’t mistaken, someone was messing about with the wards on the exterior of his property and they weren’t trying to be sneaky about it. He followed the vibration, feeling only one magical signature. Interesting; that someone would be brave enough to come by themselves. They had to know that on some level, he would be prepared; he had been for years.
“Ready?” he asked Remus, not letting onto his thoughts.
“Yes, sir.”
He levitated Remus over to the chair, helping him get positioned so that he was stable and comfortable. He performed the charm on the other man’s bowls and collected his supplies, kneeling to unbandage Lupin’s feet.
“I think you do that just because you know it makes me uncomfortable, sir,” Remus said without thinking.
“Think so, do you?” Severus asked vaguely; neither agreeing to nor denying Lupin’s claim.
Remus smiled. “Definitely.”
Having one foot already exposed, Severus said, “This one looks well; they are just taking their time. There was a lot of tissue to repair here compared to the rest of your body, but I think it is getting close.” He uncapped the cream and set about applying it immediately.
“That’s good to hear,” Remus said, struggling to look down to see what his master was talking about. Maybe this was another reason he had started to tend to his feet in this position; so Remus wouldn’t be able to see them as easily. He was both frustrated and grateful for this; on one hand he felt he should know what was going on with his own body, on the other he honestly didn’t think he wanted to look at the damned things until they were healed. It was too depressing.
Severus was seeing to the other foot by this point; its progress was still not as apparent. It had clearly made some degree of improvement since Lupin’s arrival, but compared to the other appendage it was not very dramatic. Severus wondered if it was time to think about taking more drastic measures.
If the healing of the limb was not possible, it would have to be removed and regrown. The limb would never be quite as strong, which worked fine for say, a left hand, but didn’t do so wonderfully when it was a foot. It would be possible that the foot would be able to support the full weight of the body, but it would not be an assured thing. They wouldn’t know until it was done. The process was pure agony, as he himself knew from experience, and should only be looked upon as a very last resort. So he put it out of his mind again, deciding it would be their final and most desperate resort. He would give this potion a little more of a chance to do its thing.
Standing, Severus said, “Let’s go get you into some fresh clothes; then we’ll head down for breakfast.”
“Thank you, sir,” Remus said. He still didn’t know what to think about Snape going out of his way to take care of these little things; fresh clothes, covered feet.
Lupin was healed enough that he could maneuver himself into a clean button up shirt, even bothering to do some of those buttons up. Severus helped him into a fresh set of light pants. He then cast a freshening charm on the man; even though the clothes were clean, it wasn’t hard to still feel grimy if one hadn’t bathed in a couple days.
He levitated Remus and the chair down the stairs carefully, though it was easier by far than the first time around. In the kitchen they found Teddy and his dragon sitting at the table colouring in his book, which appeared to be about halfway full of completed pictures.
The boy looked up, smiling brightly at them, “Hi!”
“Good morning,” Remus smiled back.
Severus thought that was cheerful enough for the both of them. He set Remus’ chair down at the table and went to make a pot of coffee.
“Has Fred been around at all today?” he asked.
“Not really,” said Teddy, looking up from his picture. “For a while this morning. He went to the greenhouse.”
“Yes, its best that you stay out of there; I cultivate some plants and herbs that aren’t safe to be around if you aren’t sure what to watch out for. Did he feed you something for breakfast?”
“A toast, a banana and some milk, he’s only been gone a while.”
Snape nodded, thinking to himself how much and how often Teddy was speaking compared to when he first arrived. “Alright then; are you still hungry?”
“No sir, thank you,” Teddy replied, still scribbling away in his book.
Snape stood at the kitchen counter, back turned to the table. He poured two cups of coffee, preparing one and leaving the other black, handing Lupin a mug. He went into the fridge once or twice, gathered two plates from the cupboard and spent a few minutes in front of the stove. From where he was sitting, Remus couldn’t quite see what was all going on, but he was content to sit back and drink his coffee.
After a time, Severus sat two plates down on the table, going back over to the counter and placing the dishes in the sink, wiping it down so that everything was pristine again.
“Unfortunately, I am often not often as motivated as Fred when it comes to the culinary arts,” Severus drawled, finally taking his seat.
Remus snorted, “Thank you, sir. This is more than enough.” An egg, toast and cheese with a healthy side of cottage cheese and assorted fruits from the orchard; more than enough was an understatement.
“Are you sure you’re not hungry, Teddy?” Severus asked, pulling out a chair for himself but not sitting down.
“Yes sir, I’m sure,” the boy answered again. His pencil paused and he looked up at Snape. “There will be something to eat later, right?”
“Most definitely there will be,” Severus set his plate at the table.
“Okay, then I’m sure,” the boy smiled up at him.
Severus sat in front of his plate, taking a long sip from his mug.
Remus was trying to recall some of the polite things one was supposed to do and not do at the table and coming up blank other than the fact he shouldn’t put his elbows on the table. Severus was neatly cutting his food into bite sized chunks, seemingly unaware of the difficulty he was having. Remus hoped he didn’t think he was some kind of heathen for the way he was handling his utensils; it had been years since he’d sat down to eat like this and he was rather uncomfortable about it.
“Are you finished your potion today sir?” Teddy asked.
“Yes, the last brewing cycle was completed last night.”
“Does that mean I can come back into the lab?”
“I suppose it does; I’ll just have to vent the room one more time before you come downstairs. We should begin some of your lessons today, I think.”
Remus looked over at that. He couldn’t help but wonder what kinds of things Severus would think pertinent for his son to know and understand, as well as how he would go about teaching them to him. Severus seemed to have more patience than previously believed, but he would still like to see how he would treat his son while he was instructing him.
“Okay,” Teddy agreed in a small voice. “What do I have to do?”
“We’ll get started sometime after breakfast, there is no reason for us to hurry. I will have some books and papers for us to go through as well as some different pens and quills for you to experiment with.”
“That doesn’t sound very hard, sir,” Teddy said giving him a look of pure disbelief.
Severus smiled, taking another drink of his coffee.
“It may be more difficult than you think, Teddy,” Remus cautioned. “Make sure to try and do your best.”
“Yes dad, I will.”
Remus nodded, hoping that was true. If there was one thing Severus had been notorious for hating when he taught, it was when students didn’t put in an effort. He was sure his son would try, but was also afraid of what would happen if he wasn’t as apt a pupil as Snape expected him to be.
Severus slowly finished his breakfast. Lupin still seemed concerned that his son would say or do something to incite his anger. Truth be told he was pleasantly surprised that hadn’t happened yet himself, though he knew that frustration would be the most it would amount to. He’d never hit a child in his life and wasn’t about to pick up the habit now.
He stood, taking his plate to the sink and filling it with hot soapy water. Remus seemed to be taking his time with the meal, which was fine. Fred would be out and about for some of the morning yet, so Severus thought he would do the dishes.
He was waiting for whoever was currently breaking into his property to get on with it already, still feeling the tickle of his wards complaining in the back of his mind. Sure, he could go down there and see what the hell was going on, or he could wait it out, let the situation unfold. They would be more likely to make a mistake if they though he was unprepared. He rolled up his sleeves and began to wash, his back to Remus and Teddy who were still seated at the table.
“Teddy, would you please take this up to the counter for me?” Remus asked his son, holding out his empty plate.
“Sure,” Teddy said cheerily. He hopped off his chair, taking the plate over to Snape’s side. “Here, sir.”
“Thank you, Teddy,” Severus said, seemingly not looking over at the child, who was smiling at the gratitude.
“Did you want some help, sir?” the boy asked.
“Always so eager to help, this one,” Snape said as if to himself.
Teddy giggled, covering his smile.
“Go grab the towel hanging over there,” Severus gestured with his head. “If you would like to help then you can dry the dishes. Just set them on the counter once you’re done with them; I’ll put them away.”
“Okay!” Teddy said, going to grab the towel and returning to the sink.
Severus looked down at him, realizing that he was much too short to even be able to reach into the sink properly. He would need to invest in a small stool for the kitchen; he already had one in the lab and for the sink in the bathroom.
“Can you pull that chair closer to the sink? You are going to need to stand on something, I think.”
“No problem,” Teddy put both of his hands on the seat of one of the kitchen chairs and pushed it so it was against the counter, tossing his towel onto the counter and climbing up so he could see over into the sink. “Like that?” he asked.
“Exactly,” Severus agreed. “All the dishes in that sink are clean, just wipe them with the towel and set them aside when they’re dry.”
Remus watched, quietly drinking his coffee. Teddy took his time, carefully wiping each plate, cup and utensil, setting them aside in neat piles on the counter next to where he was standing. He was splashing water everywhere, trying to clean it up as he went, peeking over at Snape to see if he noticed the mess he was making. If he saw, Severus gave no sign, methodically scrubbing each piece until it was clean and setting it in the rinse water for Teddy to dry.
Snape reached into the soapy water and pulled the plug, allowing the water to drain and cleaning out the sink. He wiped down the table, counter and the floor where water had been splashed, rinsing his cloth under the tap.
“All finished?” he asked Teddy.
“Yes,” the boy smiled.
“Alright then, dry your hands and put the chair back.” Snape drained Teddy’s sink and put all of the dishes in their respective drawers and cupboards. “Thank you,” he said, turning to the child.
“You’re welcome,” Teddy beamed.
Severus sat back at the kitchen table. “Well what now?”
“I could start my lessons,” Teddy suggested.
“I suppose you could, but wouldn’t you rather do something fun?” Severus asked.
“Like making a potion?”
“I meant more like going outside or playing a game,” Snape pinched the bridge of his nose, not sure if he wanted to laugh or sigh.
“I guess so, sir. But if I want to make potions, I have to know some of my lessons. You did say that, right?” Teddy asked.
“Yes I did; however I did not mean that you would be doing nothing else with your time. Keep in mind that lessons can only take up so much of the day.”
“Okay sir, I will.”
Remus gave Snape a sideways look. He didn’t remember Severus doing almost anything but studying when they were at school. Much like himself, Snape always had his face stuck in one book or another, be it out by the lake, in the library or tucked in some hallway somewhere. He was intrigued that Snape seemed to be pushing Teddy to do something else right off the bat.
“I’ll be back with some supplies; keep your father company, we’ll get started when I return.”
Snape needed to go both upstairs and downstairs to get everything together. He hadn’t anticipated the child actually being eager to begin his studies. Though perhaps because he had never had any kind of lesson before he didn’t know what to expect.
He had ordered some children’s books when he had decided to accept the Lupins. These he pulled from the shelf in Teddy’s room as well as collecting some parchment, quills and a pot of black ink from his own chambers before heading back down to the kitchen. He heard Remus and Teddy chatting away as he rounded the corner.
“I imagine he doesn’t need to eat because he’s so strong,” Lupin was saying.
“Maybe…” Teddy agreed, though he didn’t sound too sure about it.
Remus swiveled his head to see Severus standing in the doorway, supplies tucked under his arm. Snape strode forward, carefully setting everything down on the clean kitchen table.
“Why doesn’t my dragon need to eat, sir?”
Severus assumed that the most logical answer, ‘because it is a toy’, wouldn’t go over so well. “I believe it is because he is a miniature German Spinescale; they only eat once every hundred years, or so the legend goes.”
“The legend?” Teddy asked, obviously intrigued.
“They were rumored to exist maybe five hundred years ago; there have been no reported sightings since then, so most people believed that if they did exist, they died out many years ago.”
“But?”
“Hm? Oh, I personally think they have all gone into hiding. No one has proof either way; you can believe what you like, really.”
“Neat,” Teddy said. “How do I know when he’s hungry?”
“Oh you won’t need to worry about that until you are a grown man; I fed him once when I was about your age.”
Teddy was leaning forward over the table, dragon smushed against his side. “What does he eat?”
“The regularly sized ones were rumored to eat cattle or mountain goats, the occasional maiden, if they could find one tasty enough. That little guy? I seem to recall him having a ferocious fondness for honey toast.”
Remus was trying not to laugh. Severus had such a serious look on his face but was clearly making everything up as he went along. Teddy was hanging off his every word, looking down at his dragon and laughing.
“Honey toast?” he asked.
Severus nodded morosely.
“But I like honey toast,” Teddy exclaimed.
“Well then there will be plenty on hand if you ever hear his tummy rumble,” Severus said.
Teddy seemed to think this over. “Okay,” he said, not sure if he should believe Snape any more than he should believe Remus.
“I didn’t know he used to be yours, sir,” Remus said.
Snape nodded. “I was as surprised as everyone else when Teddy pulled him out of that box. I’m glad he has a friend to go on adventures with again; he must have been awfully bored in the attic all these years.”
If asked, Remus would never, ever in one thousand years have said that Severus Snape had the potential to be this good with children.
Teddy giggled.
“What’s so funny?” Remus asked, smiling himself.
“No wonder we’re such good friends! He was locked in the attic and I was locked in the basement.”
The smile peeled itself from Remus’ face. “Teddy-”
It was at this moment the sound of an explosion was heard. The door to the back entrance was literally blown off its hinges. It flew into the opposite wall with a crash, the glass smashing out of it like shrapnel; the flashing light of a spell was seen also.
Teddy shrieked and dove behind his chair, climbing under the table to try and hide, his dragon falling soundlessly to the floor; Lupin threw up his arm to fend off any flying pieces of glass or splinters of wood. Severus was on his feet and facing the doorway, wand drawn, before the door even hit the wall; he positioned himself between the Lupins and what was now a gaping hole in the side of his house.
Rage was an emotion he could say he was feeling very strongly at the moment. Whoever it was coming through the thick dust had better be prepared to meet him on the other side.
A/N: Thank you for reading! More to come soon!
The ritual is definitely coming, but there is a little more to work through first. Sorry! I hope the story isn't starting to drag, but it's more than running away from me! I'm doing my best to keep it interesting and on track.
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