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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 28: Holiday Makers

The list was much shorter than it had been when they compiled it together at Hogwarts months ago, but Lupin tried to pick just a few places that he thought would interest Snape most for a few days during the last couple of weeks they had together of their holiday. A few places were local to where they were, and one further afield.

"It won't be as comprehensive as we hoped, but we have all our summers to come, after all," Lupin said warmly, hugging Snape to him. He looked at the new list again and smiled broadly. "But today, today I taking you to see the dragons of all dragons and it's on our doorstep!"

At dawn, Lupin and Snape Apparated to the foothills of Dinas Emrys – the city of Emrys – of Merlin Emrys himself - a lushly wooded hillock with the remains of an old hill fort from the time of Vortigern and Merlin. They walked the banks of the River Glaslyn, talking and taking in the scenery and listening to the birdsong before tackling the slopes, tricky in places, until they gained the summit where they sat and took in the panorama, eating the breakfast that Snape had prepared to take with them.

"The red dragon of the Britons fought with the white dragon of the invading English," Lupin explained. "These were those nations' champions. Dragons of enormous size and preternatural strength and magic. The fight between these magnificent creatures was so terrible that the land itself and all female creatures and women on the land became barren. The king of the Britons, on the advice of his brother, the king of Gaul, tricked and trapped the dragons in a cauldron of mead below this hill fort, where they battle still and will until they are released to fight to the death and for victory. Do you hear them Severus?" Lupin lay with his ear to the ground, his hands splayed out as if he could feel through those hands, and so Snape followed suit.

He watched Lupin become entranced listening for the sounds of the great dragons. As he watched, thinking it was some kind of werewolf lunacy, the creatures' magic caught him and he heard! He heard the tremendous prehistoric roaring of flaming rage and of clashing jaws in a frenzy of warring that could never cease for these creatures captured and suspended in time. He felt the resonance of their clamour reverberate through his bones to his very core. He and Lupin lay there, listening to the battle of two thousand years, transfixed by the supernatural suspension of the nations' champions, forever keeping those nations divided unless they were released by the once and future king. It left Snape physically shaken, so deeply had he felt the existence of the subterranean captives.

It was early afternoon before they left that enchanted place, and Apparated again to the second place on their list for the day. Not far from the Glaslyn Valley was the Grove of the Magicians. It held a thick grove of oak trees where Vortigern's wise men used to meet. Their graves were marked in an adjacent field, marked by an ancient white thorn tree. To any visiting Muggles, they were just fields. To Snape and Lupin, they held the magic of ages: vibrant, alive and invigorating.

"Where would you be buried, if you had a choice?" Lupin asked, gazing at the ancient tree.

"If I had a choice, I wouldn't die," Snape said sarcastically.

"Well, it comes to us all," Lupin responded tartly.

"I wouldn't be buried at all. I want a funeral pyre to respect the old ways. I used to want to have my body sent for burning on the lake at Hogwarts. Now, I think I'd like my pyre to be on the summit of Cadr Idris," he looked away from Lupin feeling himself blush. "It gave you back to me, and I would give it my final offering as thanks." He looked up at Lupin and smiled a small smile and hoped he hadn't embarrassed Lupin – he was still so unused to being able to express himself verbally, but he was trying.

Lupin embraced him and kissed him. "I want what you want, Severus, and I want that with you. It's beautiful," he said softly to his mate, held him closer and Apparated home so he could love him more.

Of all the ancient magic standing stones in Britain, the ones Lupin most wanted to introduce to Snape were Long Meg and her daughters. It was a fine stone circle in Cumbria, large at a circumference of 350 foot, and well preserved, some three thousand five hundred years old. They dressed in Muggle clothes today for the sake of the many Muggle tourists who thronged the site. Snape wore a black cambric shirt and jeans, Lupin wore a loose white Indian cotton shirt and khaki trousers. Snape thought that Lupin made Muggle clothes look attractive. He liked that he could see the length and contours of Lupin's throat and Lupin's muscled lower arms, where he'd rolled up his sleeves. The sight of it made a thrill shoot down Snape's jaw. He shook himself slightly as they readied to leave.

"Severus, when I first visited this, it blew my mind, it's so charged with magic," Lupin said excitedly, pulling Snape along. "The legend is that the largest stone, Long Meg, was a witch and all satellite stones were her daughters and all were turned to stone during a witches' sabbat for profaning the Christian sabbath. Of course, it's nonsense. Muggles never did understand the profound magic of the standing stones themselves and that they are not transfigured human beings, but magical in their own right. Many of them become confused if they stand within the circle and cannot count the number of stones but if they manage it, they no longer feel the magic."

"The stones Confund them?" Snape said, with a smirk.

"Yes, to keep them away," Lupin smiled broadly.

Long Meg herself was about 12 foot high and Snape stood before her, considering the three runes carved into her face. "Here is the Confundus charm," he said, and Lupin came to look. Snape could feel the deep magic resonating within the stone, charging his own magic.

"You know we should honour the standing stones," Lupin murmured into Snape's ear, as he stood behind him, his arms circling his waist and pressing his body against him.

"Is that something you've made up to give us a reason to shag in public?" Snape said wryly, one eyebrow raised and his arms folded. "And how many standing stone sites were on our original list?" he smirked.

Lupin howled with laughter. "No, Severus, it's well-established ancient magic. You see this inner circle," he gestured to the smaller circle inset of the larger in which they were standing. "That's its purpose. We honour the magic of the stones with our offering; the magic charges us." He rubbed up against Snape again. "Please Severus, don't you feel it? Don't you want to?"

Snape did feel it and he most definitely wanted to. He always wanted to, but did it have to be so public? He doubted they'd be able to maintain a Disillusionment Charm during sex, that was for sure. He could barely maintain his breathing during sex, and he said so.

"We don't need to, Severus. The inner circle will take care of us. Trust me," he breathed heavily into Snape's ear as he started mouth and lick his ear and Snape felt his already feeble resistance melting as Lupin's fingers gently started unbuttoning his shirt from behind as he continued to minister to his ear and neck, sending thrills shooting to his groin, kissing every part of skin on his shoulders and back as it was revealed by his slow undressing and his fingers stroking over his chest and stomach, playing on the bites on his nipples, hardening them painfully. As he let his head roll to the thrill of Lupin's mouth and fingers, he saw the iridescent shimmering between the spaces of the stones in the inner circles. Lupin was right: the magic had fired and the circle had warded them from sight and sound to provide their offering. In olden days, no privacy was ever demanded – an offering of this type would have been a ceremony for all, but the stones met their suppliants' requirements nonetheless.

He relaxed with a soft moan as Lupin unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans, smoothing his hand inside to stroke Snape's already stiff cock, holding it, squeezing and rubbing its tip, making Snape moan. Lupin spelled away the rest of Snape's clothes and his own, and moved around to fall on his knees before him and take his cock in his mouth urgently. Snape braced himself with his hands on Lupin's shoulders, feeling the magic charge his hot desire as Lupin lapped and sucked his cock greedily and Snape groaned loudly at the feel of it and at the crackling of magic energy, rounding his hips to push himself further into Lupin's ravishing mouth. Lupin drew his tongue firmly down Snape's shaft, and took Snape's balls into his mouth, alternately sucking on them and then gently probed his tongue into his Claiming bite below making Snape cry out with startled pleasure.

Lupin spread Snape's legs apart and pulled him down onto his wide-spread knees, whilst he lowered himself completely to the ground to lie flat, Snape's perineum over his mouth as he lapped at it and backwards to his opening, backwards and forwards, holding Snape up by his butt, pulling the cheeks slightly apart so he could concentrate on Snape's anus only, making Snape writhe and cry out with physical ecstasy, charged by the magic around them.

Lupin slowed his ministrations and then kissed and suckled Snape's thighs and manoeuvred himself along the ground so that Snape, panting with delirious expectation, his black eyes glittering with lust, was kneeling over Lupin's rigid cock.

Snape lifted himself slightly and looked into the blue, wanton eyes of Lupin as he slowly, excruciatingly, for both of them, lowered himself onto Lupin painfully neglected erection. Lupin groaned as soon as he entered Snape's tight but slick, hot muscles and grasped Snape's thighs hard as Snape pushed himself down as hard as he could to get Lupin inside him as deep as he was able and ground himself onto him hard, growling gutturally at the burning pleasure, tearing a groan of longing from Lupin's throat. He ground down on Lupin over and over, seeing Lupin's eyes cloud with passion and listening to him groan again with longing, as did he.

"Ride me hard, Severus," Lupin rasped, clearly so near the brink, sweating profusely, his hands trembling with desire.

Snape moaned with delight as he arched his back, feeling Lupin's cock deeper that way, and moved himself slowly at first, then gaining speed, delighting in Lupin's impatient cries of encouragement until he could contain himself no more and rode Lupin's cock as hard and fast as he could, maintaining his balance with one hand to the front of him and one hand behind, crying out himself as he drove himself onto Lupin's cock with ferocity and unerringly hitting his own prostate hard, causing shocks of rapture. Lupin's hand found Snape's cock and holding him tightly, pumped him in time with his own ride. He felt Lupin's cock contract under the pressure of Snape's powerfully contracting muscles, then explode with orgasm as Lupin shouted his name and Snape growled as he orgasmed fiercely just after over Lupin's hand and stomach.

He slowed his riding gradually, moaning, so as not to shock either of them, still feeling the pulsing of Lupin's emptying cock and listening to Lupin's loving words of satisfaction as he slowly writhed under Snape, caressing his thighs until Snape eventually halted, feeling completely shattered. Lupin raised his knees and Snape laid back on them, feeling Lupin cast a cushioning charm behind him to hold him in the pose that still pulled at both men's groins deliciously. He groaned deeply again, completely satiated, as he lay back to try to get his breath.

The wards shimmered brightly as they rested, drawing strength from the honoured stones around them. Recovering, Lupin cleansed them both and they disengaged, and held each other and kissed and, finally, they dressed. Once fully dressed, the wards shimmered out of existence once more and Lupin wrapped his arm around Snape's shoulder, as Snape wrapped his arm around his mate's waist as if he had always been this demonstrative, and they left the circle, fully invigorated and more powerful than before.

The last trip that Lupin had on their list was magical, but he also hoped Snape would like it for another reason.

They Apparated to Bardsey Island, the Island of 20,000 saints, a remote island off the coast of Wales. It had a rugged and tempestuous landscape. To Muggles, it was famous for a monastery from the 6th century and its pilgrimages; to magical folk, they knew it to be the burial site of King Arthur (not the imposter site declared by English kings for their propaganda) and it was sacred and spiritual. Snape's breath was taken away by the beauty of it, and the undeniable indelible magic. They hiked over as much of the island as they could during the day, even taking in its bird observatory.

Then they struck out to the shore where, much to Snape's delight, they saw grey seals and finally Lupin hired a boat and they set out to its waters, where Lupin used a Cetacean Charm to call the dolphins that played in its waters to the boat.

"You can swim with them if you want," Lupin said.

Snape almost wept with joy to see these intelligent creatures so close to him, listening to their whistles and clicks. He'd always loved dolphins probably because they were a creature never to be associated with the life he was from. He had longed to swim with them ever since he had first heard about swimming with dolphins from Lily's father. He couldn't remember ever telling Lupin this. Had he told Lupin this?

"What about you?" Snape said.

"Have to stay with the boat. Go on. I've swum with dolphins before. You'll love it!" he said, smiling encouragingly.

Snape undressed to his trousers only and dived in without further thought, then coming to the surface and treading water as the dolphins came to him and nudged him and he stroked the beaks of a couple when one suddenly nudged under his body a couple of times.

"Hold the dorsal fin!" he heard Lupin shout out.

Snape held onto the dorsal fin of the large dolphin and it sped off, pulling him along as it rode the waves and surfed the coastal swells of the islands. Other dolphins joined them and they played in the water, no sooner straying from the boat than returning to it over and over again, so Snape could call out to Lupin whenever a dolphin created a bubble for him or danced in the water or sped off with him again and jumped over the waves. He stayed with the dolphins until he was too tired to swim anymore and Lupin helped him back into the boat. He petted the beak of the large dolphin that carried him and they eventually swam away, and Lupin cast a drying charm and took the boat back to shore, whilst Snape dressed. As they tied the boat to its moorings, Snape took Lupin in a hard embrace and kissed him.

"How did you know that I always dreamt of doing that?" he asked as he breathed in Lupin's scent.

"You have a book in your quarters. It looked as if it had been read many, many times," Lupin said gently and Apparated them home.

"You know," said Lupin over the dinner Snape had prepared for them, "you still owe me a midnight swim."

"I don't believe I do," Snape said, crossing his arm. "I don't believe I promised your wolf self we would return."

"Nevertheless, you swam with the dolphins so I wish to swim with you in the lake at midnight. It's warm, Severus, I promise. It was a superb swim when I was the wolf!" He leant forward to Snape eagerly. "Swim with me!"

"I don't have any trunks with me," Snape muttered, pretending to read the last of that day's paper.

Lupin snorted. "Good grief, Severus. I'll only have those off you as soon as we're in the water! You know that. What's the point?" he laughed.

"It's not swimming you have in mind then. How unexpected." Snape snorted. "That would just be your mode of transport to the latest place to shag me senseless," he said challengingly, folding his paper and trying not to show his amusement in Lupin finding anywhere and everywhere a place to make love.

"Swimming is also good," Lupin smiled. "Swim with me, Severus. Let's go at midnight."

Snape threw his hands up in mock resignation. "You win!" he sighed.

They reached the shingled edge of the lake just before midnight. Snape didn't think it was warm enough for a swim, but he'd promised Lupin now and he had no prospect of getting out of it now.

"Severus, come and see. I saw this when I was transformed. There must be a micro-climate on this edge for it to be here. I thought you particularly would be interested." Lupin was crouched down and was beckoning him to a patch of water weed spreading from the lake up the bankside.

"Gillyweed!" breathed Snape. "That's extraordinary. It's usually only found in the Mediterranean. You're right: there must be a micro-climate. Perhaps that's why you found the water warm," he said, questioningly.

"I thought we could use it to swim," Lupin said, his eyes hopeful.

Snape looked at him consideringly. Gillyweed would give them an hour underwater. "Will I get to see any of the underwater kingdom without being molested?" he said sternly, raising one eyebrow.

"We explore, then we shag. Half and half. That's the deal on offer," Lupin said, still crouched, with his hands grasping Snape's hips, lust replacing hope in his eyes. He's insatiable, Snape thought. I love it.

"Very well," Snape murmured, his groin already firing as he leant down to pick two amounts of Gillyweed for them, curling his lip in distaste at the feel of the slimy, greyish green rounded blades. They undressed, leaving their clothes folded and under a charm to stop them being taken away by any roaming animals. They both had arm holsters for their wands. Snape divided up the Gillyweed and they swallowed it and walked into the shallows of the lake continuing to walk in deeper.

They felt the suffocation as their lungs emptied and the pain in their necks as gills opened on either side of their necks. They both dived into the water at the same time and felt the water wash through their gills, delivering oxygen to their bodies once more. Snape watched as Lupin's hands became webbed, and noted his were the same. They both watched in fascination as their feet elongated and also became webbed. Grinning at each other, they dived down further, swimming fast and effortlessly like the lake creatures they had become. Snape, being the slighter of the two, was faster, and darted away from Lupin as they swam amongst the weeds and lake flora. Snape stopped occasionally to tread water and take in the beauty of his surroundings and spiralled deeper down, exhilarated by this new world where his senses were upended. He touched most of the plants he came across and the fish that dazzled past him, Lupin swimming alongside him, taking it all in, but really watching Snape more as if he were a rare and beautiful creature himself and Lupin, his only predator.

Snape knew his half of the time was up when Lupin grasped his ankle gently and pulled him towards him to kiss him. They didn't close their eyes as they kissed without the need to breathe. It was extraordinarily liberating for them both as they allowed their tongues to mesh and dance without ceasing whilst their hands played on each other's body. Lupin's fingers found Snape's opening, but he needed little preparation. For reasons he did not know, he was ready and Lupin pushed in smoothly, still kissing Snape greedily as Snape bent to lock his legs around Lupin's back to help Lupin in deeply and Lupin abraded his nipples with his thumbs, creating greater friction in the water, making him buck against Lupin's cock. The harder he bucked, the greater the shooting thrill he received.

It was extraordinary how the sensations changed with weightlessness and without the need to breathe through the mouth or nose and the ceaseless kiss drove Snape wild. The sensations in and on his body were different too. The sensation of concentrated desire Lupin had created in his hard nipples spread out like tendrils of electric joy making his body shudder and causing him to buck and snap against Lupin's cock. He didn't think fish fucked like this. Perhaps merpeople did. It was ravishing his senses.

Then Lupin finally broke the kiss, and gently pushed Snape back so his body was horizontal and he locked his legs around Lupin's thighs, and received Lupin's cock as it drove into him and he used his fingers to play on his lowest Claiming bite. Snape body erupted and he thrashed in delight as Lupin drove him with his cock and his fingers until, gurgling in the water, Snape came hard, his sperm dispersing in the water. Lupin didn't come, but pulled Snape to him, kissing him once more. Then Lupin changed his position and re-entered Snape from behind, gently thrusting, and holding Snape around the waist with one arm he started to swim with Snape underneath him, as fish do, joined in connubial bliss.

Snape swam with him, delighting in the weightless sensation, with Lupin still filling him, gently making small thrusts into him as they glided along slowly towards the surface of the lake. As they drew nearer the surface, Lupin started to thrust harder, kissing Snape's back and shoulders. Snape could feel the effects of the Gillyweed starting to wear off. As they broke the surface of the water, with almighty gasps to re-oxygenate their bodies, Lupin gave one last huge thrust and came ferociously as they drew in those breaths.

They flailed backwards, breathing in harshly, Lupin still holding Snape and covering his face in kisses as they trod water. They calmed enough to swim slowly to the lake's shore and crawled up the shingle and lay panting under the waning moon. They shivered and Snape casting a warming charm over them and Lupin conjured blue flames that danced in the air to warm them more and give them gentle light.

"How do you even think of these things, Remus," Snape gasped, panting hard.

"I don't believe you're complaining, are you?" Lupin panted, rolling over to look at Snape lovingly and place a possessive hand on his stomach.

"No, no indeed. I've never felt anything like it. It was magnificent." Snape said seriously. "But you are insatiable."

"So then it's lucky that we found each other, my passionate Severus," Lupin said softly.

"I never considered myself particularly passionate, Remus," Snape said, lifting himself on one elbow to look at Lupin.

"Oh, believe me, Severus, you are. I don't wish to be indelicate, so please forgive me, but no-one has reciprocated my desires anywhere close to how you have. You are my dream lover; my heart's delight. I will never let you go."

Snape's throat was dry and full with emotion, and he rather wished it was moonless so he couldn't be seen, as he felt himself flush deeply.

Lupin moved closer, playing his index finger around Snape's navel. "I think I also have to count myself lucky to be the immensely grateful recipient of twenty years of your self-imposed sexual repression, Severus." He kissed Snape, gently once more, his finger pressing into Snape's navel in way that was rather thrilling him. Or was it the kiss? Or was it the romantic sentiments? He didn't know which, just that he was hard again and Lupin knew because he was smiling into his mouth and humming deep in his throat with satisfaction.

Snape sighed. "Wouldn't you like to preserve me?" Lupin looked at him quizzically. "You'll wear my arse out at this rate, Remus, and I'll be good for nothing if you carry on like this," Snape chided.

"Not now I've Claimed you," Lupin said, laughing quietly, nuzzling Snape's neck. "Have you noticed you don't ache as long after sex as you used to? My Claim transferred some of my healing abilities to you, and when I Kiss you, any damage you have will be healed by immersion in my core. In short, my beautiful Severus, I get to enjoy your beautifully tight arse all my days." He kissed him passionately again. "Thank Merlin," he added.

"However, to spare your gorgeous blushes and your beautifully tight arse ..." Lupin lay back on the shingle and dragged Snape on top of him. "I suggest you shag me instead. I'm really still terribly turned on." He placed Snape's hand between his own legs and, true enough, he was quite slick. Snape's cock twitched and he moved so he was between Lupin's legs which Lupin spread wide and Snape worked his opening anyway, because he enjoyed the feel of his fingers fucking Lupin and finding the bundle of nerves that made Lupin call out, hardening his own cock further and increasing his hot desire.

He did so several times before Lupin growled, "Severus," canting his hips to receive him and gripping Snape's cock. Snape thrust in, finding he was further along the crest of his own desire than he thought as he snapped into a fast rhythm immediately, driven by his own advanced desire. Lupin was more than ready for it and encouraged him with his pornographic groans and sighs, that became more demanding as his own orgasm built as Snape stroked Lupin's cock in time. Snape was thrusting fast now, leaning in to kiss Lupin greedily, groaning in his mounting urgency until he cried out as he tipped over the precipice of his orgasm and Lupin did too and they muttered their names to each other, inarticulate in their sated pleasure as they rested on the shingle together.

They only dressed as the sun started to rise. Snape stopped to pick more Gillyweed, Conjuring jars so he could stock his Potions cupboard with this rarest of magical waterweeds. They made their leisurely way back to the farmhouse for breakfast, the happiest they had ever been.
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