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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 25: Trust on Cadr Idris

Lupin made them a light lunch, eaten in a very different mood to that in which breakfast had been. Lupin moved his dining chair so he was sitting next to Snape, and throughout lunch, as they talked, he touched Snape, every now and then – light, loving touches – to Snape's hand or his jaw or his hair or his leg – just enough to make Snape's stomach flip pleasantly and lift his anxiety by degrees.

Lupin asked about Snape's time at St. Mungo's, about the exam results and how different children had done and the staff in general. Snape asked who was brewing Lupin's Wolfsbane and how his last transformation had gone.

Then Lupin asked if Snape had viewed the memory he'd left. Snape confirmed he had, knowing how he reacted to this questioning would be part of his testing.

"Do you understand that the Secret Keeper was Peter and not Sirius?" Lupin said firmly, although his hand rested on Snape's knee.

"I do," Snape affirmed.

"You understand that Sirius is like a brother to me. I can never turn my back on him again."

Snape nodded and asked if Lupin had heard from Black.

"No, and I haven't been well enough to try to find him, but I shall try soon. We have a deal of time to make up." Snape felt the rearing of jealousy, but subdued it. If he didn't accept that he didn't have complete ownership of Lupin, he wouldn't have Lupin at all, and he never wanted to be without him again. He had seen in the memory that Lupin's affection for Black was as a brother. It didn't stop Snape feeling jealous, but he had to put sexual jealousy out of his head.

"Severus?" Lupin was looking at Snape with concern. "Do you understand what having Sirius back means to me?"

Snape cleared his throat. "I think so. Until that night, you believed Black had betrayed you all and was a Death Eater leading the Dark Lord to kill Lily and Potter, and then killing Pettigrew himself. You believed your whole friendship with Black – the friendship through which you constructed a family for yourself – was a lie. Now you know it was not a lie. It was based on truth and you have your brother back," he summarised, as if reciting the ingredients of the boil cure potion.

Lupin squeezed Snape's thigh. "Do you see the similarities in what you believed about me?" he leaned in to Snape to his ear.

Snape nodded, his throat dry to have Lupin so close that he could take in his scent.

"How do you imagine my relief feels to me, Severus, to have my brother back who was as good as dead to me?"

Snape searched Lupin's eyes, and saw they were so full of emotion, it touched him deeply.

"I don't think I can imagine it, Remus. I don't have much experience of family. I don't know if I have you back yet to draw the comparison, but I hope I can pass your test," he said, voice choked. "I don't expect you to love me unconditionally like a brother. Please forgive me if I seem grudging. Black will be a hurdle for me to overcome, but I promise you that, if you'll let me, I will do my best to overcome my jealousy, for your sake."

Lupin had not taken his eyes from Snape during the whole of this conversation and now that they had finished eating, he pulled both his and Snape's chairs around to face each other. Now he placed both hands on both of Snape's thighs.

"I need you to understand and to believe that I love you. Not like a brother, like Sirius, but as my Claimed lover. There is no-one else who carries my mark. If you do not believe me on this, how do we continue?" He kissed Snape softly on the mouth, and Snape placed his hands on Lupin's as he returned the kiss as gently, even though it set his lips on fire.

"I do believe you. Yet I am still jealous: you love Black and you want to spend time with him. He and I hate each other. He will never accept me as your mate. He would try to split us up. Perhaps he would succeed. He has the greater claim to you than I. I would begrudge every minute spent with him because it wasn't spent with me," he blurted out, immediately regretting how much of his insecurity he had revealed and how petulant he sounded.

Lupin pulled Snape to his lap again. Snape wrapped his arms around Lupin's shoulders thankfully, relishing the contact. Lupin released Snape's shirt from his trousers and worked his hand under his shirt and trouser top to stroke his stomach as he kissed Snape's throat.

"It means much to me that you would tell me this, Severus. If you trust me to tell me how you feel, even if it's uncomfortable, perhaps we have a chance. Do you see?" Lupin said and returned to kissing Snape's throat.

Snape managed a strangulated "yes," although the last thing he wanted to do was talk when that hand was tracing his navel so enticingly and that mouth had set the skin on his throat on fire. Did Lupin have any idea what these touches did to him, he wondered. He was a man, of course he did.

Lupin then drew Snape's face down to his and they kissed deeply, Lupin's hand no longer tracing, but holding Snape firmly to him.

"You are wrong. Sirius does not have a greater claim to me; it is just a different one. Perhaps he would try to split us up, but he would not succeed, not if you and I wish to be together, and we work at it. That you hate each other is undeniable and there is little I can do about that, but ask you, as I will ask him when I tell him, not to make me choose between you - not if you care for me."

"You will tell Black about us?" Snape said, feeling horrified.

"Of course, Severus. Why would I hide it?" Lupin was looking at Snape quizzically. How could Snape explain to Lupin, so honest and open, how mortifying he found the very idea of Sirius Black knowing anything at all about Snape's private life; that it would render him vulnerable. For as much as Lupin loved and trusted Black, Snape loathed and distrusted him.

"If I asked you not to ...?" Snape started and saw a look of hurt pass across Lupin's features.

"Let's wait and see," Lupin said, and rose and cleared the table. "It's early days."

"Will you allow me to test your trust, Severus?" Lupin asked softly. Snape nodded and he also stood.

"Come." Lupin led Snape by the hand to the centre of the sitting room and knelt. Snape knelt also. Lupin Conjured a blindfold and placed it around Snape's eyes and he could see nothing. Trust games? Is that all?

"Do you trust me?" Lupin asked.

"Yes," Snape said firmly.

He felt himself Levitate a foot from the floor then Lupin's hands removing his clothes – first his shirt, then his boots, and finally his trousers so that he was quite naked and suspended in the air. He started to feel his gut clench uncomfortably and unexpectedly and his mind thought upon that day by the lake. He started to feel nauseous and ashamed and could feel himself starting to blush. Did Lupin think of this when he was planning this? For a moment, he thought Lupin was being unkind but then he understood. He and Lupin were in this house under a Fidelius Charm, quite alone and as remote as could be. There were no onlookers, no-one to sneer and snicker, only Lupin who needed Snape to trust him even with this terrible memory. Trust games in the hands of someone as perceptive as Remus would probably not be as easy as I thought. Well, he did trust him. He would wait here, patiently so that Lupin could see he understood.

Some time passed and Lupin said, "Tell me what you feel, Severus."

"Impatient," Snape replied with a smirk.

"Good," Lupin said, sounding satisfied. Snape felt Lupin place his hands on his hips and a light kiss on his stomach then the hands were removed. Ah, some light sexual torture, well that could be pleasant.

He tried to work out where Lupin was. He was difficult to locate although Snape was usually very good at locating people in the dark. He strained his ears for any tell-tale sounds Lupin might make. He remembered that he had not been aware of Lupin placing the parchment in his hand last night as he slept. He must be extraordinarily stealthy.

"Do you trust me?" Lupin asked, to the right of him now.

"Yes," Snape said, his senses very aware, waiting for whatever might happen next.

He felt the touch of something downy on his shoulder. He realised that his body's instinctive reaction had been to flinch, but he stopped it – he willed his body to be still and to trust and feel the touch. It traced down to the side of his body, down his leg and to his foot. It was pleasant. A feather? Snape did not know – it felt heavier than a feather. The same sensation on the other side, and then, before it had completed its journey, another from his Adam's apple travelling, then another down the centre of his back, and another to the left of his back, and another to the right of his back and down each of his sides; his arms stretched themselves out by enchantment, as those sensations travelled the length of his arms as well. It was delicious, and all the more so for not being visible. Then it slowed and came to a stop leaving Snape lightly gasping.

"Did you like that, Severus?" Lupin asked softly.

"I did," Snape whispered, surprising himself.

"Do you trust me?" Lupin asked, to the left of him now.

"Yes," Snape said expectantly.

He felt something cold – metal – possibly a blade press just below his Adam's apple briefly. He willed himself not to flinch again, although he was sure it was a blade. He had felt the touch of those enough to recall the feel. It drew gently and slowly across his throat and down his right arm to the tip of his index finger, retracing its journey up the arm across his back and down his left arm too. It traced the outline of the Dark Mark and the feel of it set his teeth on edge, but he did not flinch. He breathed out heavily, only then realising he had been holding his breath.

"Good," Lupin said, to the right of him and he felt another light kiss to his shoulder joint.

"Do you trust me?" Lupin asked, behind him now.

"Yes," Snape said, breathlessly.

He heard the crackling of fire and then the heat of it, coming near to his face. Warmer and warmer. He was quiet.

"Not for one minute do I believe that you would hurt me with fire," Snape said softly.

"Thank you, Severus," Lupin whispered in his ear and briefly sucked the lobe of that ear.

"Do you trust me?" Lupin asked, on his right once more.

"Yes," Snape said, firmly again.

He smelt a Potion beneath his nose. Snape was very adept at recognising Potions by their constituent ingredients smells or his vast knowledge of how they smelt when mixed. The Potion had been heavily disguised – ah, with the herbs and fragrant flowers he himself had picked in the garden with Lupin this morning. He could recognise rosemary, bay, sage, blade mace, lovage and borage flowers and old English roses covering the smells of the Potion.

"Drink it all, Severus," Lupin said as the chalice was brought to Snape's lips.

Snape drank it all. It made him gag slightly and then a warming sensation spread as it travelled into his intestines. He started to feel a cramp building in his gut and flinched.

"Don't react, Severus. Trust me. Keep absolutely still," Lupin whispered urgently in Snape's ear.

Snape willed himself not flinch or react to the growing cramp although it was getting harder to resist the urge to flinch as the feeling got stronger, and just as it was on the edge of the type of pain that made cramp so feared, it immediately ceased and a soothing feeling of warmth spread from his intestines instead.

Snape felt another kiss to his chest.

"Do you trust me?" Lupin said, in front of him once more.

"Yes," Snape said softly, feeling oddly relaxed. Perhaps there had been something else in the Potion.

He felt Lupin's hands rest on his shoulders and softly squeeze them.

"How much do you trust me?" Lupin breathed into Snape's mouth

"With my life, I trust you," Snape answered, sincerely. Veritaserum? He doubted Lupin would resort to it.

"With your heart?" Lupin asked again, his voice sounding oddly thick.

"With all my heart, Remus," Snape said decisively, all the nerve endings of his naked body feeling excited by the close proximity of Lupin.

The hands that rested on his shoulders travelled up to his face and then Lupin was kissing him fully. Snape responded, but could only respond with his mouth. The rest of his body was held in the Levitation, although every part of it was pulsing with desire.

"I want to Claim you once more," Lupin whispered. "Properly and fully."

"Yes," Snape gasped, his throat dry and obstructed.

"Do you trust me, Severus, to Claim you fully?" Lupin said, behind him now.

"Yes," Snape just managed to say audibly, hot and muzzy with desire as he felt Lupin's hands clasp his shoulders and Lupin's body press against his back, Lupin's erection pressed hard between his buttocks.

Lupin's hands then travelled along Snape's outstretched arms until they held Snape's hands, both of them now in a figure T. Lupin was kissing his shoulder and up his neck, and Snape moved his head to one side as Lupin sucked on the trapezius muscle between his neck and shoulder, and then drew it in between his teeth and bit down slowly, stinging pain at first then sharp pain followed and a hiss of pain escaped Snape. It was a far deeper bite than those small bites he'd received before and pain spread out in tendrils through Snape's body. He did not flinch, despite the pain. He trusted Lupin and knew this would be more intense than those small Claiming bites and he wanted to surrender to it. He wanted the reward he knew would follow.

Lupin had nearly bitten through the muscle when he drew the blood into his mouth and probed the wound with his tongue deeply, delivering his own magical saliva into the wound to heal it and to suffuse it with his lupine Claim. Snape felt those tendrils of pain slowly lighten until they were pure pleasure and he gradually became delirious with his own throbbing desire.

"Do you trust me Severus?" Lupin rasped into his neck.

"Completely," Snape gasped.

Lupin grasped the hands he was holding outwards and brought Snape's arms into his sides and wrapped his arms around Snape's body, and then Snape felt himself squeezed in side-along Apparition.

They Apparated and Snape felt the mountain air stroke his skin on the front of his body and inhaled the sharp, astringent air and it energised his desire more and he groaned with heightened pleasure. Lupin was still pressed behind him, his arms wrapped around Snape's body, his hands stroking Snape's chest and his thumbs abrading Snape's nipples as Lupin attended the new Claiming bite with his mouth and tongue, moaning and pressing harder and rubbing against Snape's backside as he did so.

As Lupin tongued the bite urgently and more deeply, Snape found himself losing all awareness once more, by degrees ceasing to think, to hear, to smell or to sense anything other than the bliss of Lupin's Kiss.

And then bliss was all he knew until Lupin called him to his release.

He heard Lupin call his name, the voice hoarse with barely contained desire. He felt his own hot desire, as he gradually came to, Lupin looking him in the eyes, the blindfold banished, cold stone beneath his back and full with Lupin's cock deliciously embedded deep within him as one leg was draped high over one of Lupin's arms and the other held by Lupin to the side of his chest. Lupin began to thrust, almost pitching Snape into his orgasm immediately, his nerve endings were so tense and taut with pleasure already. He held on, almost whimpering with the intensity of it as he noticed the air seemed to crackle around them and static began to build in the air, setting his nerves further on edge.

Lupin was rolling into Snape now, moaning his name repeatedly, his rolls trying to penetrate deeper than was possible. Snape, although now free to move, could barely do more than claw at Lupin's muscled back and cry out, the friction building inside him and the waves of pleasure were so intense and regular as Lupin drove against his prostate.

Rain began to fall on them, large heavy drops seeming to explode on their bare skin. There were rumbles of thunder drawing ever nearer and the sky lit up with lightning and the rain came down harder. The two men writhed and moaned together, driven by their own lust and love, by the Wolf's Kiss but also by the deep natural earth magic of the stone on which they coupled which gave approving ancient energy to their desperate craving for each other in return for the offering they made upon this primeval pagan stone of their deep passion and desire.

The rain was driving now, as the wind whipped around them and the thunder shook the air. Lightning forked and raw electicity rent the air enervating the lovers, coming to earth around the stone, searing its presence on their retinas, but not on their consciousness as each now thrust against each other in frenzied, feral lust.

Lupin bent in to tongue the bite forcefully, sending Snape into an orgasm of such ferocity as made him cry out and his eyes water, as Snape's muscles clenched and pumped Lupin's cock to an orgasm of equal ferocity that he cried out too although neither was heard against the deeply resonant roll of the thunder around them. As their orgasms pulsed, the men both continued to groan breathlessly, such were the physical exertions their bodies were slowly retreating from.

Drenched through, Lupin fell against Snape and they both struggled to regain their breath until Lupin was strong enough to gather Snape in his arms and Apparate them back to the farmhouse sitting room floor. Although a summer's night, Snape lit a fire in the grate as Lupin Conjured a large blanket to wrap around them both as they lay shivering before the fire, physically spent and emotionally charged.

Trust had been bestowed and also proven, and that which was lost was reclaimed.
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