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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 35: In the Company of Wolves

Lupin had arrived at the retreat before him. No sooner than Snape had walked in the room, than Lupin, already stripped to just his trousers and agitated, grasped Snape to himself and then was pushing him back against the wall, breathing his name over and over again and kissing him roughly, fisting Snape's hair whilst his other hand held Snape's body to himself tightly. Snape was assailed once more by Lupin's pheromone-enhanced size, presence and smell and was immediately overwhelmed.

"I missed you. I missed you. I missed you," Lupin whispered hoarsely as he kissed and mouthed against Snape's face. He unclasped Snape's cloak and let it fall and ran his hand down Snape's robe buttons and they wandlessly opened, and Lupin pulled the robe off, letting it drop to the floor, his mouth never leaving Snape's face, his left hand still entwined roughly in Snape's hair, who could do no more than hold on to Lupin's shoulders as his own desire left him helpless as Lupin ground his hips deliciously against his own.

"Undress for me, Severus," Lupin ordered him. "Be slow." Lupin disengaged his hand from Snape's hair and braced both his arms against the wall on which he had pinned Snape on either side of Snape's face, moving back only enough to give Snape room to move. Snape's body was already coursing with passion and adrenaline combined. He felt almost combustible. If Lupin touched him now, he would surely burst into flame. His fingers slightly trembled as he slowly unwound his cravat, staring at Lupin, who stared glassily at Snape's hands. Lupin's breathing was deep and uneven and on edge. His eyes dark and heavy lidded. As soon as the cravat released the shirt open, Lupin moaned low. Snape knew Lupin enjoyed his neck. He always feasted on Snape's neck. Snape's breathing was no better controlled and the sight of Lupin, barely containing himself, had stiffened him to the point of pain.

Snape went to pull his shirt over his head but Lupin shot one of his hands to Snape's. "No, slowly," he rasped. Merlin knew, Snape did not want to be slow. Not at all. He wanted Lupin now! This was torture. He moaned himself, his own gut and groin so aflame. He wanted to be touched to inflame him more. He wanted it all. He closed his eyes against the almighty flare he felt inside and as slowly as he could manage pulled the fabric of shirt around his waist and out of his trousers until it hung loose.

Lupin hummed deep in his throat and slipped one of his hands under Snape's shirt, clasping his side so Snape hitched a breath and arched, then tracing a probing finger around and into Snape's navel, making Snape groan, and up his chest and abraded his nipple. The other hand joined, rubbing at Snape's chest bites and leaning his head in now to bite all of what was exposed of Snape's neck greedily, pushing his body back against the wall more firmly. Snape was moaning constantly as he grasped Lupin's back and hair, a sheen of perspiration now covering his body against this soft torture of his body so in need.

Lupin took Snape's mouth roughly again, and then whipped Snape's shirt off and ran his hands roughly and possessively over Snape's torso until they reached Snape's waistband of his trousers.

"Undo them slowly, Severus." Lupin had put his hands back on the wall, but was still tantalising Snape's neck and shoulders with his mouth but stopped and leant his head against Snape as Snape undid the cord, as slowly as his trembling fingers could manage. He wanted his trousers off. He wanted Lupin's trousers off. His throat was parched and he could barely breathe now he was so turned on.

"Remus, please ..." he whispered, barely audible.

"In good time, Severus," Lupin growled very slowly and deliberately. "Soon. Be still. Let me take care of you."

Lupin dropped slowly to his knees, and slid Snape's trousers down his thighs as Snape carded his hair. On meeting his boots, he pulled each off with the trouser leg too so Snape stood naked before him. He heard Lupin growl deeply in his throat, and it made him harder still and Lupin grasped Snape's pelvic bones hard in his large hands and ran his face over Snape's painfully hard erection, making him gasp loudly.

"Remus, please," he whispered, a more demanding edge to his voice this time, the picture of Lupin rubbing his face against Snape's cock more than he could bear.

"Severus, you know when I start," he growled, looking up and into Snape's eyes as his cock rested near Lupin's full lips, "I will not stop." He licked the leaking slit just once, and Snape cried out: it was too sensitive. Lupin licked down the shaft just once, and then took Snape's erection in his mouth fully and greedily. Snape's knees weakened and he leant back against the wall, moaning as Lupin took his cock in fully and roughly, licking, nibbling and sucking him hard, humming against him and gutturally groaning his own pleasure, his hand massaging Snape's balls. Snape knew he couldn't last long. It didn't matter. Lupin wanted them both drained. Empty. Lupin wanted to ride him hard and long soon, and that was what Snape was waiting for. He didn't try to hold on against Lupin's greedy and demanding mouth and hands. He came hard against Lupin's throat, crying out, and was immediately pulled onto his own knees and they kissed hard and passionately.

Lupin lay flat on his back and Snape pulled off Lupin's trousers quickly, as Lupin grabbed Snape's head with both his hands to lower it to his cock. "Hard and fast, Severus. As hard as you can," Lupin demanded throatily.

Snape didn't even taste Lupin's head. Just covering his teeth, he drew the whole of Lupin's erection into his mouth, as far back as it would go and sucked on him. He knew by the feel of it that Lupin was moments away from his first orgasm. He manoeuvred himself so that he was to the side of Lupin so Lupin's erection angled better in his mouth, and his hand worked his balls whilst the other arm leant over Lupin's stomach to hold his hip as Snape sucked on him hard and his mouth moved up and down his shaft fast, as Lupin bucked underneath and into his mouth, gutturally groaning all the while, getting louder with each head thrust until Lupin cried out hoarsely and came hot and hard in Snape's mouth. Snape sucked and massaged until Lupin was drained.

Lupin's strong hands held him in place for a short while then Lupin raised himself to his knees, still holding onto Snape, still lightly trembling in anticipation, his head fogged and his groin on fire once more with fierce desire.

"Hands and knees, Severus. I'll give you what you need," Lupin's voice was deep and low and reverberated in Snape's core. Snape got up to his hands and knees, his back arched in his own excitement, feeling Lupin draw in behind him and stroke his butt cheeks firmly then smoothe over them to hold his hips.

Lupin's fingers pushed in hard, but Snape was ready and he pushed back, groaning loudly at the welcome intrusion. The fingers stayed and played roughly inside Snape, making him cry out and with that cry Lupin thrust himself in fully with a hoarse cry, ground himself in, groaning, with both of his arms wrapped tightly around Snape below the waist so he could grind as deeply as possible. To Snape, the grind felt as if it pierced and inflamed the furnace in his groin. He could only moan in his increasing desire as Lupin ground into him harder, as if he stoked that furnace within Snape until the fire roared and raged.

Lupin leant fully over Snape's back and found the bite with his mouth, sucked in the skin and muscle and bit down as he thrust hard and Snape's second orgasm was torn from Snape with a howl of his own, and then he was utterly lost in the frenzied delirium the bite produced in him; his body responding as Lupin demanded, his muscles contracting mightily against Lupin's cock and sending endless waves of ecstasy crashing over Snape's trembling frame as he cried out with each and every punishing thrust as Lupin rode him hard and noisily in his own frenzy of the moon's rising until his own thrusts became erratic and wild as Lupin began to crest his own animalistic orgasm as he roared his brutal release into Snape, biting again to release Snape once more, both buckling slowly onto the floor as their residual orgasms pumped hard from them. Lupin lay on top of Snape, as they both struggled with their breathing after such a length of time, Snape's body still trembling under Lupin as his adrenaline settled.

After some time, Lupin moved to Snape's side and pulled the still shaken and unfocused Snape into his arms, kissing him tenderly, as he cleansed him and around him and checked he had not drawn blood again. Then kissing him still, he carried Snape to the bed, his own strength magnified by the moon, quietly reverting to his gentle self. He laid Snape down, dressed him carefully and laid down by his side, caressing the side of Snape's face as he gazed deeply into Snape's eyes.

"There can only ever be you for me, Severus," he said quietly to Snape's ear. "My perfect mate." He folded his arms around Snape and nuzzled his neck whispering loving nothings to him as he waited for Snape to refocus.

It took half an hour before Snape felt even remotely capable of speech or movement, such was the strength of the delirium induced by Lupin's bite. During that time, Snape felt little but the wash of cleansing and contentment that each throb of his abused body brought him. It was a form of catharsis, magically enhanced by Lupin's Claim. He listened to Lupin's heartbeat and his words of love and let those wash over and cleanse him too.

As he felt more alert, he brushed his own hand against Lupin's face and they kissed tenderly and sat up together. Lupin Summoned some Firewhiskey and they had a tot together, talking of nothing in particular and waiting for the transformation.

"Do you want to run tonight, Remus?" Snape asked softly. "We won't have many nights when I don't have to be away early in the morning.

"Can you fly with me?" Lupin asked. "I will if you fly with me."

Snape Summoned his travelling cloak from the floor and pulled a shrunken package from one of the pockets in the shape of a broomstick. From the next pocket he pulled a shrunken apothecary bag. He enlarged the bag and took a generous swig of pain relieving potion after a quick salute to Lupin with the flask.

"So I can sit on the broom..." he said quickly, followed by Lupin's rather fierce blush and a smirk from Snape.

"There will be other werewolves running tonight, Severus, some have human mates too. We're all taking Wolfsbane, so don't be worried."

"Will we see them?" he asked, a slither of worry in his gut although he could see Lupin wanted to run.

"Possibly," Lupin said and Snape nodded.

When the transformation came, Snape knelt behind Lupin, and this time, he held his arms just a little closer so he just touched Lupin's flesh without restraining it. He didn't know why he did this; it just felt right.

As Snape felt the nauseating tug, Lupin's body went rigid and then his limbs started to shake and his screams turned to howls, Snape moved with the contorting, undulating and agonised form until it became the whimpering, panting wolf which Snape hugged and ruffled its crest until his whimpering stopped, his panting came under control and then he barked at Snape and ran to the French windows.

Snape put on his arm holster for his wand, his boots, followed with his cravat at which the wolf gave a small growl.

"Against the night air, Remus," Snape reasoned, giving the wolf a hard pat on his back. "I don't have a fur coat and this is Romania in November." He put on his robe and travelling cloak and gloves from the pockets, and, as he enlarged his broom, the wolf barked excitedly, pacing in front of the French windows. He flung the windows wide open and drew in the November forest air. Pine needle sharp, earthy like the forest floor and pungent with werewolves already running. He heard howling in the distance and it made his blood run cold, not with fear, but with excitement as he saw the wolf scenting the air over and over again, his body braced in excitement as Snape dragged his fingers through the wolf's crest again. He barked at Snape and Snape understood he was under starter's orders.

He mounted his broom and hovered as the wolf started to trot, looking at Snape constantly as the wolf picked up speed and then tore off towards the forest with Snape flying over him or moving side to side if the gigantic trees gave them room, every so often dropping one hand to lightly skim the wolf's spine.

The wolf dashed through the trees, the soft forest fauna of ferns and mosses barely registering his fleet paws as he darted between the giant conifers and oaks, lit by the silvery moon and Snape followed, watching the glorious animal, looking so extraordinary and natural in the ancient habitat of the wolf. As the wolf ran for the joy of running, Snape heard small animals scurry and scatter, owls hoot and the screeching of nocturnal birds. It was eerie but beautiful, like the wolf that ran before him.

Snape saw the moon was nearly at its apex. They slowed down as they reached a clearing. The moon shone on the wolf, who stood in the centre of the clearing and howled his plaintive song to the moon. And he was answered, many times over. Snape hovered and watched in wonder as other wolves slowly came to the clearing, some in pairs. Another couple of people on brooms flew over their wolves and nodded to Snape and to each other, and one wolf came accompanied by his human mate on foot. All the wolves howled to the moon, led by Lupin. Howled a repeating chorus of lupine freedom and release. Snape smiled a small smile: Lupin really was the alpha wolf. These others had come to him.

Snape noticed as the howling chorus began to decrease in frequency, those other human mates on brooms began to descend to the clearing, so he did likewise. Once the howling stopped, they had all dismounted from their brooms. Snape stood next to Lupin, his hand buried deep in his ruffled crest possessively, intrigued by the people around him as each went to their wolf.

Lupin sat and looked at Snape, his head tilting one way and then the other, and Snape understood that he wanted him to do the same, so he knelt next to Lupin, his hand still in his fur. Other couples also sat. There were three other wolves with human mates: two female and one male. There were three werewolf couples who wrapped themselves around each other.

He felt himself confused and uptight in this company of wolves. Here were people who knew exactly how he and Lupin felt about each other, what they did and how difficult life was for them and wouldn't judge them. He didn't know if he felt more comfortable because these people would not judge him, or less comfortable because they knew more than he would ever have anyone know about his personal life. Whatever he might feel, Lupin clearly wanted this interaction with these other couples. Perhaps it appealed to Lupin's open and friendly nature that, on this night of all forbidden nights, he could have company. It followed that what appealed to Lupin's nature appalled Snape's innate reserve and obsessive need for privacy. But Lupin wanted it. He could deny him nothing on this night of all nights.

The couple nearest, the woman (who had arrived on foot) introduced herself as Amelie and her werewolf mate was Jasper. No surnames, Snape noted. Snape introduced Lupin then himself by their first names. He thought he heard a gasp to the edge of the clearing, but wasn't sure. The next nearest couple were both werewolves who barked and Lupin barked in response. The third, the man introduced himself as Archimedes and his werewolf mate was Jonathan. The next couples were both werewolf couples and barked to Remus, who acknowledged them.

Finally, the last couple: the young woman introduced herself as Dora. Snape peered into the gloom and said softly, "Miss Tonks?" Lupin's head snapped up in interest.

"Yes, Professor," she answered, and Snape thought he could discern her face blushing as her hair turned darker (he suspected it would be cherry red, if it were sunlit). "And this is David." They stared at each other, disbelieving.

As far as Snape could recall, Nymphadora Tonks, one of his former students, was a newly-qualified Auror. And yet she was a Claimed mate of a werewolf. He was stunned and so it would appear was Lupin who was still staring at her, sniffing intently. Of course, he would have known her. Tonks was Black's cousin: Andromeda's daughter by Ted Tonks. Snape remembered them both from school. He wondered if Cissy knew that her niece had a werewolf mate. Had Bellatrix not been in Azkaban already, she soon would be if she found this out! He wondered if Lupin would tell Black. His mind positively buzzed with the permutations, all of which amused him, but all he said was, "You look well, Miss Tonks."

The night was chilly, and Snape lit a fire in the centre of the clearing and they all gathered around it: werewolf couples curled around each other and wolves with their heads in the laps of their human mates. The three other humans clearly knew each other and talked together and Snape listened, but did not join in. Tonks, Amelie and Archimedes talked excitedly together. They were all younger than Snape; he guessed all in their early to mid-twenties. They talked of their mates' jobs rather than their own, for which Snape was grateful. Tonks, who knew her former professor of old, didn't try to get him to answer questions but he saw her stealing looks at both him and Lupin.

Eventually, Amelie and Archimedes were carried away in the own conversation and Tonks said quietly to Snape: "So, that's why Sirius called him Moony then?" with a crooked smile.

"Yes," Snape confirmed with a small tight smile, wondering what Miss Nymphadora Tonks, Auror, shape-shifting progeny of a scion of the purebood maniac Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and a Muggle-born, a Hufflepuff (better than Gryffindor from a Black perspective, but only just, but Slytherin would never take a shape shifter), mate of a werewolf called David, would think if she knew that the wolf next to Snape knew where her convict cousin was at this very moment and that he was innocent of all of those murders. A woman of some conflicts already, how much would that conflict her? He was fascinated by the idea.

"I had no idea," she said breathlessly, looking at Lupin. "I suppose I wouldn't have: I was only a child the last time I saw Sirius and Remus, before ... well, you know." Tonks looked away, flustered and then smiled crookedly again. "May I ask how long you've been together, Professor?"

"A year," Snape answered shortly, and Lupin looked up at him and Snape hugged him closer. "Since Remus taught at Hogwarts." It had been a year since the Call, and he was stunned again, and proud. "And you with ... David?" he said, because he knew it was expected of him.

"Two years," she said, and smiled and talked warmly of how they had met through David's position in the Magical Document Verification department of Gringotts when she was on secondment as part of her Auror training.

"How have you coped with this and your work?" Snape asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"My mentor has been very understanding. I think you'd know him. His name's Alastor Moody." The wolf's head shot up again to look at Snape and Tonks.

"Yes, I know him," Snape said, his voice calm but his mind in complete turmoil. What would Miss Tonks say about Moody's "pert bitch in heat" comment? Perhaps this was just for Snape's benefit: to make his life as miserable as Moody considered it should have been?

"I hear he's teaching Defence at Hogwarts this year," Tonks ventured further. "That must be a revelation for the students."

"I believe it is," said Snape, "Unforgiveable curses delivered from the sharp end, as it were."

At this point, Amelie and Archimedes re-joined their conversation, and Snape fell silent again and listened, his arm wrapped around Lupin's neck and his hand rhythmically caressing him, calming himself as much as showing affection to Lupin.

The time passed and Lupin became restless. He looked up expectantly at Snape. "Time to go?" he whispered to the wolf. He barked and Snape stood and collected his broom and mounted it, hovering above Lupin.

"Goodbye, Miss Tonks," he said quietly. "I dare say, we shall meet again." He nodded to the other couples. Lupin barked at each of the couples and padded to the edge of the clearing, looking to check Snape was with him and then starting to trot and then to run in the silver glow of the moon.

The wolf tore through the giant trees, Snape flying at his heels, grinning broadly at the wind in his hair and the freedom in his heart as he watched his wolf fly.

It was morning. Lupin had had his least painful reversion ever and Snape had helped him into the large tub in the ornate bathroom. He got in himself behind Lupin and washed them both, luxuriating in taking his time on this day they would have together. Lupin told him who the werewolf couples were, and how he had met them on his stay at the retreat when he had been ill because Snape had been unable to get there. He had been visited by all of them the next day as the retreat's Healer had treated him, word having spread of his injuries. He was interested to note that one of the werewolf couples was also of the same sex: Jack and Guillaume.

"Oh yes, it's not so unusual. The same as for people, really," Lupin said, his voice still weak.

"So not all werewolves are dominant then? One must dominate they other?" Snape asked.

"All wolves would be dominant if they could be. They will have fought for dominance and then it would be set between them," Lupin said, and sighed as Snape washed him gently.

"Do they face prejudice amongst the werewolves?" Snape asked.

"Same as for people, I'd say," Lupin smiled.

"Did you hear what Nymphdora Tonks said of Moody?" Snape asked, broaching the subject through that opening.

"I did," Lupin said, "I felt your confusion. Have you had any more problems with him?" Lupin turned on Snape's chest to look up at him.

Snape told him that there had been nothing until yesterday afternoon, and then what had happened then. Lupin's mouth dropped.

"Those are foul, despicable things to say!" Lupin spat. "I hope you know that I don't think of you that way. You most certainly are not a bitch to me." He turned to Snape and cupped his face in one hand. "I never see you as less than a man. A sexy man who drives me wild with desire." He leant forward and kissed him, and Snape couldn't help but flush. Lupin sat back again, looking uncomfortable. "I can hardly deny that I do "have at" you on this particular night. I'm not proud of that part of my nature. I promise you, Severus, if you did not want to be with me before my transformation, I would never force you. As it is, I always feel I should apologise to you after, but I know you would hate me to do that."

"Yes, I would hate it. You know ... I have a certain need sometimes ..." Snape became embarrassed to try to articulate what he hoped Lupin understood, but perhaps he didn't, "for exactly what you need before the full moon. ... Ah ... That you can give me this, at a time when you physically need it too, is an amazing thing for us. It is our compatibility." He looked down and then directly into Lupin's eyes. "Never underestimate how much I love you for it," Snape said passionately and somewhat roughly, unused to speaking of his wants so firmly, as if he were somehow entitled to this happiness. He kissed Lupin firmly. He could see Lupin looked startled but delighted, and he returned the kiss.

"However," Lupin then said with a rather wolfish smile, sitting and turning to face Snape, sliding his hands behind Snape and cupping both of Snape's butt cheeks in his palms, "you are pert and that can only be a good thing, if I may say so." He squeezed him and kissed Snape once more.

"What Moody said to me is proper pureblood prejudice. I was used to hearing its like in Slytherin or amongst Death Eaters. What he did to me, and by extension you, at the full moon in September is what a Death Eater would do for sport. It is so at odds with what you know of him, and what Miss Tonks knows. I wonder ... if ..." Snape mused, his eyes narrowing in thought.

"Yes? What are you thinking, Severus?" Lupin asked urgently.

"What if Moody has been possessed by the Dark Lord? It's happened before," Snape said quietly.

"Before? What do you mean before?" Lupin turned fully to look at Snape now, his brow furrowed.

"Did you not hear when you were at Hogwarts about Quirrell two years ago? Didn't Albus tell you?" Snape inclined his head. Surely, Albus had told him.

"Quirinus Quirrell, the Ravenclaw? I remember him. I thought he returned to Hogwarts to teach Muggle Studies for a while," Lupin commented.

"Well then," Snape said, mentally cursing Dumbledore for not telling Lupin this. "It's quite a tale and I think repays proper telling." Snape cast a charm over the bath to re-heat it and pulled Lupin back to him to continue soaping his back. "Yes, he taught Muggle Studies. A brilliant mind, and a complete dunderhead as a teacher. Be that as it may," he waved his hand dismissively, "he decided to take a year's sabbatical for the 1990-91 academic year, and do the tour of Eastern Europe, paying particular attention to Albania."

"Albania?" Lupin echoed, questioningly, turning to look at Snape again, and being roughly turned back as if he were a squirming child, as Snape held out one of Lupin's arms to sponge it.

"Yes, Remus, Albania," Snape repeated. "Albania was the last known place of sighting of the Dark Lord .." Lupin splashed the water as he turned around fast to stare at Snape. Snape rolled his eyes impatiently and dropped his hands, waiting for Lupin to turn around again. Lupin stared.

"Last known sighting ... I don't understand ..." Lupin stuttered.

"If you let me finish, then you will understand," Snape said softly, still impatient and waiting to continue his set pattern of washing Lupin. Lupin resumed his position, and Snape continued sponging Lupin's arm, then moved to the other.

"Quirrell was brilliant, but feeble. The Dark Lord, as barely a shred of a living thing had kept himself alive on unicorn's blood..."

"No!" exclaimed Lupin, turning again.

"Will you keep still," Snape huffed, pushing him round again, and started washing around Lupin's neck and ears. "Yes, unicorn's blood. So, the Dark Lord was nothing more than a accursed half-thing, but he found and possessed Quirrell in Albania."

"No!" exclaimed Lupin, splashing around to face Snape fully. Snape threw his hands up, and then proceeded to wash himself instead.

"Quirrell wrote to Dumbledore, asking to return to Hogwarts, and applied for the Defence against the Dark Arts post. He got it."

"What? Didn't Albus suspect anything? Didn't he wonder about the change?" Lupin was wide-eyed, as he picked up a sponge for himself, enthralled by Snape's story.

"Not a thing. No-one did. Anyway, he returned. He wore a turban for no reason that anyone could define. He stuttered more than he ever had before. He was a useless Defence teacher, obviously." Lupin had stopped washing now and just listened to Snape, rapt. "He came back to the school because he or the Dark Lord had heard that the school was protecting the Philosopher's Stone .."

"No!" Lupin exclaimed once more.

Snape smiled this time. He should have dragged this story out more than he had, just to watch Lupin's responses. "Yes, Remus." He snorted softly, enjoying himself now, at least for part of the story, before he got the part he didn't understand and couldn't justify.

"Albus, as you know, was friends with Nicholas Flamel and was charged with keeping the Philosopher's Stone safe. He moved it out of its fault at Gringotts the very day before that vault was broken into ..."

"At Gringotts? A vault was broken into at Gringotts ...?"

"Are you a wizard or a parrot...?" Snape huffed, but smiled fondly at Lupin's sheepish smile. "If anyone could break into Gringotts, it would be the Dark Lord. However, we did not know at the time that it was he. Albus asked us all to make protective enchantments and traps around the Stone and various attempts were made upon it, thwarted by various means. Both Albus and I started to suspect Quirrell of being after the Stone, but we did not understand that he was possessed."

"So, Voldemort wanted the Stone to make himself immortal?"

"To restore him to full life, yes, and then make him immortal, whilst he had the Stone. He finally got through the enchantments, which on reflection were nothing like adequate, but was unable to get through the last. What happened then, you should know but I will tell you that particular story fully another time, but the upshot was that Quirrell was revealed to be possessed by the Dark Lord, residing, if you can possibly credit it, in Quirrell's turban. Quirrell died in the confrontation, and what was left of the Dark Lord fled from Albus." Snape took a deep breath.

"My point, obviously, is that we have proved ourselves inept at identifying if someone is possessed at Hogwarts. Now we have Moody talking to me as if he were a pureblood Death Eater, completely contrary to his known personality. Isn't it possible we are being duped again?"

"But surely, if he were possessed by Voldemort, he would just kill Harry rather than going to the trouble of putting him in the tournament."

"I don't pretend to know the mind of the Dark Lord, Remus." Snape snapped in frustration.

"No, no." Lupin and Snape sat in the water for a while. Then Lupin said, "Is there an incantation to reveal possession that could be used? If so, can it be done without Moody's knowing? That way, you could know for sure."

Snape nodded. "Yes, there is. I shall cast it when I get back although Merlin knows what I will do if I reveal the Dark Lord."

Lupin leant forward and kissed Snape deeply.

Snape mentally shook himself. "I thought, listening to Miss Tonks last night, that perhaps Moody was just being foul to me because he believes it's what I deserve. He is a pureblood after all. He would know of these things."

Lupin shook his head sadly. "I don't know which I'd prefer to be true."

"I did not understand his comment about "breeder" though. Is he saying you'll slip me a conception potion?" Snape smirked, knowing he'd identify one of those at a hundred paces.

"Not quite," Lupin said, becoming rather pink. "Werewolves have a certain ability in same sex situations ..."

"Please don't tell me you can impregnate me, Remus!" Snape suddenly said, his eyes round and wide. "Because that must never be!"

"Not without your consent, no. But if we wanted to, only if we wanted to - I could create a womb in you and impregnate you." Lupin looked intently at the lather on the water, still flushed.

"That's not possible for men without a potion." Snape whispered, suddenly recalling all the pureblood horror stories that used to circulate around the Slytherin common room of how all manner of Dark creatures could impregnate humans, male or female, to make "breeders" to perpetuate their own species, by force or magic, if necessary, to dilute "true" wizarding blood; stories he'd dismissed as pureblood nonsense – until now.

"It is possible, and always has been, for werewolves. However, as I say, it can only be done if both want it. It uses an incantation both have to intone and a ritual. You don't want it, and I would never bring a werewolf deliberately into this world. We are safe, Severus," he smiled indulgently at Snape.

"Swear to me, Remus, you would not sire a child on me," Snape said, his voice low and disturbed. He had been subject to many degradations, but this would surely be the worst.

"I swear to you, Severus, I will not do that to you," Lupin said firmly.

The two sat back in the tub.

"Is it certain you would have a werewolf child, Remus?"

"I don't think I'd even get a fifty-fifty chance of a human child. The curse is active. You've seen that. It would try to perpetuate itself if it could and would vie for the egg of my mate. I wouldn't chance it. And then, even if the child were not a werewolf, it would have a father who is a werewolf, so it would be no better off," Lupin said coolly.

Snape heard all the bitterness and upset in Lupin's voice that he thought he had disguised. Another ordinary aspect of life denied to him. It saddened Snape that Lupin had denied himself something so basic that most people didn't think about it twice but just assumed would be theirs. Snape was sure, had Lupin not been a werewolf, he would be married with many children by now. He wondered how resentful Lupin was of his half-existence. He wouldn't ask; Snape didn't want to know that his love was inadequate.

Snape, on the other hand, would never have children because he feared his own violence. He feared his intolerance. He feared his intemperance. He feared sharing Lupin with a child. He feared the Dark Lord. He feared his servitude to Dumbledore. He feared he could not fulfil his vow to his long-dead childhood friend. In every way, he was imprisoned by his fear and a prisoner as craven as he could never be a father. He pushed the hateful thoughts into the back of his mind. It would not spoil this time.

They dried themselves, and summoned breakfast. There were no house elves at the retreat. Breakfast was served to them by a waitress from one of the local villages. Bright and efficient, she had a warmed trolley filled with everything British and continental for breakfast.

They sat at the small table in their room, clad in retreat bathrobes, and she served them from the trolley. They both ate heartily. Snape realised he had eaten nothing since lunch yesterday, and Lupin, well – he probably hadn't eaten properly for days. They both made up for it today. Seconds had, the waitress took everything away, bar the large pot of tea, and they went back to bed.

Snape compared it with last month, where Lupin had encouraged him to take him before he was fully recovered as he had had to leave so quickly. He had felt guilty about that (although not guilty enough to say no, he added to himself). Now, Snape had time and he intended to make the most of it. They were both well rested and had bathed and eaten. Snape wanted Lupin ready. He wanted him willing. He wanted him, above all, responsive.

Snape stroked Lupin tenderly but possessively and Snape knew that Lupin understood how Snape wanted him. He laid himself underneath Snape, his legs wide, welcoming and ready as he pulled Snape to him, softly urging him to take him, and he kissed Snape feverishly. It was a mark of how well Lupin's transformation had gone that when Snape did take Lupin this day after the full moon, Lupin was supple and energetic and more than enthusiastic. He was the most receptive Snape had ever known. Lupin had writhed and bucked underneath him almost immediately from Snape's sheathing easily inside him, and had begged Snape to be taken harder, all the time crying out his name, and had even thrashed with his own orgasm that Snape brought him to on his thrusting alone and Snape had nearly split apart with white hot rapture as Snape came powerfully into Lupin's pulsing body shortly after, each crying the other's name.

"You have given me the moon," Lupin whispered to him as they began to breathe normally again.
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