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He Couldn't Say No	By : cheapmedicine Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 2712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Author's Note***

From this point forward, there will be differences between this version of the story and the one posted at fanfiction.net. Basically, I've added some smut we couldn't get away with before for your enjoyment.

Severus woke up the next morning not entirely sure of where he'd fallen asleep. It was cold, uncomfortable, and he was alone. There was a putrid burn in the back of his throat and something caught in his oral cavity. He looked up to find toilet paper hanging in his face.

The bathroom.
He pulled some toilet paper down and blew his nose. The smell was disgusting enough to provoke him to vomit. After a few moments, he flushed the toilet and pulled himself up from the floor. He walked past the mirror, finding he was a mess. He turned on the shower and got in, standing under the hot water for a very long time before bothering to clean up.

When he finished, he headed to the kitchen, seeking out the hangover potion. Failing to find it in the cupboard where they normally kept it, he went looking again in the bathroom (his stomach queasy at the mere sight of the room) but turned it up nowhere. Finally, he went back to the kitchen and poured himself a Firewhiskey. If he got drunk again, he wouldn't have to worry about the hangover.
"Where's Remus?" he thought to himself as he staggered to the den to partake of Neville's Finest. Remus usually took care of him on the rare occasion that he drank like that, namely ministry functions that he couldn't get out of attending. "Why didn't he help me to bed last night?” he wondered. “Bugger," he said to himself as he struggled to remember the previous evening.
After they got home Remus had dropped him on the floor (literally, as Severus hadn't been capable of walking just then and especially not after apparating), and sat on the couch. He waited until Severus managed a seated position before speaking.
"I know you were with Lucius today. I don't want to know what happened. I don't want to talk about it. I just want to go to bed. Alone. I'll be sleeping in the guest room tonight." Remus then went upstairs and locked himself in the room where they'd mated. Severus remembered fixing another drink, had vague recollections of banging on Remus's door and possibly begging for forgiveness, he couldn't quite be sure.
He prepared a cup of tea to soothe his throat and sat at the dining room table, staring into it and wondering where Remus might have gone. It was tempting to check with some of Remus's friends, but he didn't want anyone to know they were having a row.

Instead, he sat there, kicking himself for letting anything happen that might have provoked Remus to go out and seek revenge. Just the thought of him with another man made Severus's blood boil. Why hadn't he just acted as an adult and respected his partners wishes? Why hadn't he simply refused to speak to Malfoy?
Remus stood up for him at dinner. Maybe things were not as ballocksed up as he feared. He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of someone Flooing into the living room. He looked up hopefully until he heard Harry's voice calling out for Remus.
"Bugger off, Potter, he's not here," Severus said as loudly as he dared for fear of aggravating his headache. Unfortunately, Harry joined him at the table.
"He sent me an owl this morning asking me to come over this afternoon. He didn't say what he wanted to talk about though," Harry mused.
"Probably wants to ask if he can stay at Grimmauld Place for a few days," Severus thought bitterly, ignoring Harry.
"Do you know what time he'll be home?"
"No," Severus said sadly.
Harry looked at him sharply. Severus dropped his head in his hands. "Did you guys have a fight?"
"That's none of your business."
"Do I even want to know what it was about?"
"It’s none of your business, Potter," Severus mumbled weakly. He looked up when he heard the front door open and dropped it back into his hands when he heard it slam.
"We're in here Remus," Harry shouted.
Remus walked in and handed Severus a vial of hangover potion. "I popped over to the apothecary. I need you to be alert." Remus then went around the house throwing up protective and privacy charms.
"Severus, what is going on?" Harry asked quietly unsure of what to make of Remus's demeanor.
Luckily the potion was kicking in and Severus was beginning to get an idea of what Remus wanted to talk to Harry about. Severus motioned for Harry to stop talking until Remus was done and had joined them again.
"Never forget," Remus stated simply. Severus and Harry looked at him curiously. "That's the campaign slogan."
Never Forget. Severus felt his body temperature drop as goosebumps rose on his arms, frightened at the realization of what was happening. "Manipulative bastards," he mumbled head shaking. They would play on public fears, stimulate a little paranoia. "I imagine they're already manufacturing threats?"
Remus nodded. "And the Ministry is favoring Percy."
"Bloody hell," Severus said, maintaining eye contact with Remus. He shook his head at him, lips pursed. "I can't believe this is happening. I mean, I can, I just . . .." Severus trailed off and, again, shook his head. "I just never imagined I'd have to live through it again."
"None of us did. Isn't that what we fought for?" Remus asked ruefully. Severus reached out to take his hand. He did so with less hesitation than Severus was expecting.
"I was up all night on a raid and up all morning with Albus. Would you mind being a bit more specific?" Harry asked. "What exactly are we talking about?"
Severus looked up to Remus to fill Harry in.
"Last night we had dinner with Lucius Malfoy . . .."
"What? Why?" Harry interrupted.
"It wasn't planned," Remus said. "He saw Severus last night and couldn't help but invite us to dine with him," Remus explained with a hint of annoyance. "So I took him up on the offer because I saw an article in the Prophet regarding his involvement in the Weasley campaign. Percy was there, as well, so I had to take advantage." Remus frowned. "I'm glad I did. The sooner I realized our greatest fears would become reality, the sooner we could strategize."
"Lucius Malfoy is attempting to infiltrate the Ministry?" Harry asked.
Remus nodded.
"Weasley was carrying on about animagi and werewolves posing terrorist threats. Apparently they've already found their scapegoats. Now they have to define the 'threat'," Severus explained.
"Wait," Harry said suddenly, "animagi and werewolves?" He stood up and began walking around the room. "The house they had us raid last night was a meeting of unregistered animagi. They've formed a pack of sorts. It wasn't ever made clear to me exactly why we were going in."
"Why would you participate in something you don’t understand?" Severus asked, annoyed.
“I can't afford to stick my neck out right now, especially if we're going to need eyes in the Ministry. They're watching me very closely."
"What?" Remus asked, jerking his head up and fixing Harry with his best 'concerned parent' look. He'd perfected it over the years, being the closest thing Harry had to a father. "Why haven't you said anything before?"
"I wasn't sure until recently that it wasn't all in my head. That I wasn't getting all 'Mad-Eye', so to speak," Harry said sheepishly.
"And now?" Remus prompted.
"Now, I'm still not entirely sure what's going on. Ostensibly it's because they're considering me for a promotion. They're creating a special unit within the Auror Department. Beyond that I have nothing but suspicions." he said slowly. "All I know is now is not the time to be making a big stand."
"Bugger a ‘big stand’, I’m talking about common sense," Severus sneered.
"We lack facts and evidence, Severus,” Harry stated.
Remus nodded. "Such things should be obvious to you, of all people. Perhaps once you've been and stayed sober for awhile, your judgment will clear up," he said to Severus. Harry raised an eyebrow.
Severus frowned. Remus certainly had a point, he reckoned. His judgment was far from adequate. Perhaps it was a good time to sober up. Of course, thinking about everything that might be coming just made him want to tune out more. Then again, that was the kind of behavior that got people killed. That possibility was no longer appealing.
"So what's the plan then?" he asked quietly, looking to Remus.
"We need more information," Remus said thoughtfully. "We all have our contacts, now's the time to use them. Find out everything you can. Harry, I need you to let people know that The Order might be reforming." Harry nodded. "In the meantime, keep your ear to the ground and stay out of trouble.
"Remember, Lucius is a dangerous, manipulative bastard. That you're already under surveillance means that he's already set whatever his plan is in motion. Do not underestimate the elder Malfoy."
"I never do," Harry said sincerely. "Is there anything else? I was hoping to grab a nap before Ginny got home."
"No. In fact, I need to talk to Severus about something. Thank you again," Remus said, politely dismissing him. Harry glanced at Severus sympathetically, said goodbye, and went on his way.
Remus waited until he'd heard Harry leave before turning back to his lover. He stood up and held out his hand.
"Come with me," he said softly. Severus looked at his hand and then up at Remus questioningly. Remus reached out and stroked Severus’s cheek. "Please." Severus took his hand and let Remus lead them up to their bedroom.
Remus locked them in and dimmed the lights wandlessly. For a brief few moments they stared at one another. Remus wasn't an unpredictable partner by any stretch of the imagination, but he had never caught Severus red-handed with anyone, let alone someone like Lucius. He couldn’t even guess what Remus had in store for him. He knew only that he and Lucius lucked out the previous evening. Remus once threw a punch at a muggle he caught coming on to Severus in a pub in London. It might’ve turned Severus on had he not been very publicly exposed responding favorably (if only flirtatiously) to an incredibly enticing much younger stranger in front of Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Arthur Weasley.
Severus recalled Harry’s look of sympathy before he left. Clearly, he hadn’t forgotten the incident, either.
Depraved. Severus sighed with a sense of most bizarre relief as he acknowledged that was, in fact, his attraction to Malfoy. However deeply Severus felt for him was driven not by the man himself, but the perversity of his proclivities. With that perversity, Severus supposed he accepted, he was in love.
Severus licked his lips, eyes trained on Remus's, and pulled off his shirt, stopping only to raise his eyebrows, a request for Remus to disrobe as well. Remus mirrored Severus expertly, flirtatious smirks of amusement unavoidable as their shirts landed on the nearby chair.
As he bit his bottom lip, Severus’s eyes studied the scars that covered Remus’s body, harsh reminders of his many years without a proper mate or a skilled chemist. Their bodies were the spirits of a darker age, and though a decade had passed, both Severus and Remus remained haunted by them.
“I missed you last night,” Remus whispered.
“Shh,” Severus responded, moving closer to Remus, resting his palm on Remus’s chest. “I’m sorry you had to be alone.” This had always been the easiest way to handle Remus; silence and an apology accompanied with an effort toward making Remus believe Severus hated himself. For the most part it was effective, because for the most part, it was the truth. This would certainly be another of those times.
Remus pushed their bodies flush together, his hand laying lightly on Severus’s neck. Severus closed his eyes as Remus’s breath tickled his nose, the bridges touching lightly, Remus’s bottom lip lightly ghosting Severus’s. “You were a very bad boy, Severus,” he whispered.
Severus fought a smile, biting his lip as he swallowed. So Remus wants to play, he thought, deeply relieved. The non-starter with Lucius left Severus wanting. Needing. If Remus had left him there, he would’ve found himself in the wake of another incident like the previous afternoon. He had no desire to go running to Lucius or to drink himself stupid. He had a strong desire, however, for an animal cock deep within his asshole. Full moon or no, Remus fucked like a beast, oblivious to any peripheral distractions and uninhibited in every imaginable way. “I expect you intend to punish me fully,” Severus drawled.
Remus snorted, annoyed. “Are there others who are better equipped to punish you for this particular offense?”
Severus chuckled breathlessly as his cock twitched in pants and his brain replayed several of countless ‘punishments’ he’d suffered (“suffered is such a harsh word,” Severus thought) at the hands of Lucius Malfoy....
Severus sighed as the head of his slowly hardening cock made contact with Remus’s. Grinning, Remus rested his forehead on Severus’s and closed his eyes as he whispered. “Ten years.” He paused. “I sat in the park most of the morning, thinking about us. About you.” Remus cleared his throat as he pushed down Severus’s pants. “About what brought us together in the first place.” He moved his head back and caught Severus’s eye. His smile faded slowly. “He’s like a god, isn’t he?”
Severus studied Remus carefully. He was speaking of Lucius, of course, but what was he after? Certainly he wasn’t thinking what Severus was; Lucius was a god in so many ways.
“Malfoy, I mean,” Remus elaborated. “He just goes around doing whatever he wants. Taking whatever he wants.”
“He takes nothing that won’t be taken.”
Remus chuckled. “Oh, Severus. Severus, Severus.” Remus sighed. “I’ve known you both a long time. Turn around.”
Severus licked his lips as he complied, turning and standing quietly, naked. He listened as Remus’s belt jangled and bit his lip, smiling. Whatever fantasies he’d had about Remus as a teenager never stacked up to what Remus actually did in bed - or out, as the case may be. “Put your palms on the floor,” Remus commanded. Severus complied swiftly while Remus grabbed hold of Severus’s hips and lined his cock up with Severus’s asshole. “While I sat in the park I found myself wondering how far he got with you the other day. Ultimately, I came to accept that I might never know the truth and now, I don’t even care about it,” he lied.
“BLOODY HELL!” Severus called out as Remus thrust his unlubricated cock deep inside of him.
Remus moaned and chuckled. Severus shook his head, grinning. “Bloody hell?” Remus repeated, eyebrows raised. “Surely, Severus, you don’t want me to be gentle?”
Severus licked his lips and close his eyes. Of course he didn’t want gentle. He wanted bites and scratches and pain that would endure for at least a few days to serve as a reminder that he is, in fact, Remus’s.
“I was merely reacting to surprise,” Severus replied.
“Then you won’t mind if I just. Keep. Going,” Remus answered, a withdrawal and thrust accompanying each period. Severus’s eyes widened and rolled back as Remus pounded into him. “Let ye forget,” he said eventually, slowing down his pace. His fingertips ran from Severus’s hips to his shoulders. He squeezed them tightly. “You are mine,” he whispered harshly. He wrapped his arms around Severus’s torso and pulled him up, his mouth to Severus’s ear. A chill ran down Severus’s spine as Remus licked his lips, the tip of his tongue grazing Severus’s earlobe. “And I love you,” he whispered as he fucked Severus. “And I want you. I want you worse than that bastard Malfoy could ever want you.” Remus pinched and rubbed on Severus’s nipples.
Severus spit on his hand, reached for his bouncing cock and took hold of it. “Fuck me, Remus,” he mumbled. Remus groaned and picked up his pace. “Harder,” he commanded and Remus complied, just as eager to please as to ‘punish’.
“Are you ready to have a good, hard come for me?” Remus asked.
Severus moaned. “Yes... please....”
“Why the hurry?” Remus teased.
“I don’t know, just fuck me harder!” Severus whined. His cock was hard as a rock, his balls tight and desperate for release.
With a wide grin on his face, Remus had only to plow into Severus five more times before Severus exploded into his hand. A few more and Remus was milking himself into Severus’s ass. Remus still held Severus against his body, Remus’s heart pounding rapidly against Severus’s back, panting in Severus’s ear. He couldn’t fight a satisfied smile, which he could tell Remus was returning. Remus took Severus’s arm and pulled his cum-covered fingers to his mouth. Severus’s cock jumped as Remus began to lick them clean. He sighed. “Bloody hell, Remus.”
Remus chuckled and let Severus’s hand go. “Bloody hell, indeed.”
After their shower, they lay together for more than an hour. Severus played with Remus's hair enjoying what was likely to be among the last of the peaceful moments they’d have together for some time. Finally, he pulled away, knowing they could no longer put anything off.
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
Remus sighed and sat up next to Severus against the headboard.
"I think you should spy on Malfoy."
Remus was very glad he was not looking at Severus when he said this.
Severus tensed up at his words, but couldn't bring himself to look at his lover. "I'm rational enough right now to understand that not going along with this plan would likely mean us spending the rest of our lives apart."
Remus nodded. "That is likely, agreed."
"So the decision is made." Severus looked awkward and nervous as he continued. "I need to know . . . what do you expect from me? I need you to tell me exactly what to do. How far . . .." Severus was rarely so incapable of communicating. Remus did understand what he was asking, however. "Please tell me what to do."
"Tomorrow you will go some place where you're likely to run into him. You will let him approach you, convince you, seduce you." Remus stopped and swallowed squeezing Severus's hand. "You will tell him he's right about your not having changed."
Severus pursed his lips. “This will do us harm, Remus.”
"Severus...Severus, please look at me." Severus looked over. "I don’t want this. I’m not sending you away. You don’t have to do this. We can come up with another plan." He punctuated every sentence with a kiss.
"I know," Severus responded. "This is the correct course of action, regardless of how wrong it is and distasteful the task."
Remus smiled sadly. "I'm glad you've agreed to do this. Well, not glad, exactly. You know. It's brave. It's admirable." He sighed.
"This is going to be miserable," Severus complained.
"Yes, but we have the rest of the day and all night to remind ourselves that for which we're fighting," Remus reminded him. "Blessedly."
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