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January 8th 1983

�May we all have our
hopes, our will to try...

If we don't we might as well lay down and die,

You and I�

Seems to me now

that the dreams we had before,

Are all dead, nothing more

than confetti on the floor�� Happy New Year�

Severus shivered
as he looked through the crowds pouring off the 19:02 from Glasgow which had just pulled in. He was
absolutely freezing and it seemed like his scarf was doing nothing to keep him
warm. With frustration he stamped his feet and cursed.

He had
woken up that morning in bed with Remus, terrified of how he was going to react
to the one year anniversary of officially being without Sirius. He had been
quiet, reserved, but Severus hadn�t had time for more than a quick cuddle
before he�d had to leave for training. When he�d returned home he�d found a
note, saying that Remus needed some space and would see him �soon�. Worried,
Severus had immediately apparated to Remus� flat to find it empty. He�d tried
the usual Diagon Alley haunts but was unsuccessful, so he�d had to resort to
the muggle places that Remus liked.

And that
meant train stations. Whilst Remus was no trainspotter,
Severus knew he was attracted to the cold platforms for reasons he couldn�t
personally fathom. It was always freezing and there were always crowds of
people with colossal suitcases which left bruises when they bashed into legs.
And then there was the fact that one had to pay to use the toilet. Shaking his
head slightly, Severus shoved his hands under his armpits and dodged out of the
way of an old woman lugging a suitcase nearly the size of her own body.

�Come on,
Remus you sod, where are you?� He muttered desperately, walking further up the
platform.

Next to him
a train hissed as the brakes eased off and it started to move slowly. Families
and loved ones on the platform all waved at the windows as the train sped up
and they turned, one by one, and walked back towards the main concourse. Severus
decided to follow them, thinking he�d try Paddington next �Remus had to be
somewhere. And, although Severus knew that he�d come back eventually, he also
knew that there was nothing more lonely than nobody giving chase when one
needed them most.

As he was
about to turn away, his eyes caught sight of greying brown hair and slumped,
thinly clad shoulders. Remus had his back to him, thankfully, or he might have
tried to disappear, and he would have had ample time considering he was two
platforms away. Severus broke into a jog up the ramp, weaving amongst the slow
and cut right past the delicious smell of coffee and food from the concessions
in between the platforms.

He slowed to
walk down the ramp, glad there was nobody ticketing the barriers. Remus� eyes
were so heavily focussed on the train sitting at the platform opposite he
didn�t even notice until Severus moved in front of him, arms still folded.
Remus blinked and took in his appearance �his nose was red and the rest of him
very pale, hair windswept.

�So, where
were you heading off to today then?� Severus asked, throwing himself into the
empty seat next to Remus.

�Nowhere,�
Remus� voice was croaky when he spoke. �Just sitting around.�

�How long
have you been here?�

�Only since
four, I got thrown out of King�s Cross for loitering.�

Severus
laughed and managed to pry his hand out from under his armpit to reach over and
take up one of Remus�. �You�re bloody freezing, Remus.�

Remus
didn�t answer but let his hand be encased in Severus� warmth.

�So you
really think I�d just let you be on your own tonight?� Severus asked him,
raising an eyebrow. �Unbelievable. A question, though, why is it always Euston
I eventually find you at and none of the others?�

�Because
Euston would be the station I�d have to use to get to you, the Muggle way�� Remus turned to him with a small smile on his
lips. �Up the West Coast Mainline.�

�Oh,�
Severus blinked. �Look, come on, you�re freezing and so am I. I�ve been looking
for two hours. I need something warm to drink.�

He stood up
and didn�t drop the hand he was holding and was surprised when Remus rose so
easily. As they walked, Remus moved closer so that their laced fingers were
hidden more successfully by their bodies; after an almost nasty incident
involving a broken glass bottle in November both had been reminded that the
Muggle world was not nearly as tolerant of homosexuality as the wizarding one.

Severus
dropped the hand as he rummaged for his wallet, pulling out a note and ordering
two coffees and a sausage roll for himself and a Cornish pasty for Remus. The
smell of the food was making him almost drool and he gratefully took a quick
bite as Remus dumped three sachets of sugar in his coffee and stirred.

�I�m
surprised your teeth haven�t fallen out yet,� Severus licked his lips free of
crumbling pastry with a grin.

�My mum
always used to say that,� Remus smiled, and placed the thin plastic lid back on
the cup. �Shall we walk?�

�Where are
we walking?� Severus curled his fingers around the hot disposable cup and
chomped another bite.

�You�re
hungry today,� Remus observed him eating.

�Didn�t get lunch, some little brat purposefully exploded a cauldronful
of doxy shit and eggs ten minutes before the end of the lesson without
realising that the potion would seal the door shut when it hit it. Nobody got
lunch and he got detention.�

�Why did he
explode his cauldron?� Remus asked through a mouthful of pasty.

Severus
smirked. �I may have told him if he wanted higher marks he could pay more
attention to his cauldron than to fondling his boyfriend under the table.�

Remus
choked and nearly spilt his coffee everywhere. �Oh you�re just going to be
everyone�s favourite teacher, aren�t
you?�

�I�m not
there to like them or have them like me, Remus,� Severus shook his head,
ripping off another bite.

�Then why
are you doing it?� Remus shrugged, as they walked out of the main concourse
into the open air.

Severus
didn�t answer because it involved talking past their agreement. On realising
that Remus sighed and took his own bite of food. They hit the traffic on the Euston Road and
wordlessly turned left, wandering side by side as the cars roared past.

�So,�
Severus screwed up the serviette which had come with his sausage roll and
stuffed it in his pocket, before removing the lid on his coffee. �Why is it
always train stations, Remus? Why never buses or airports?�

�Airports
are few and far between, and they don�t let you past a certain point without a
passport. They�re quite fun though. Flying is so strange. Not like being on a
broom.�

�I�ve never
done it the muggle way,� Severus took a sip.

�You�d be
unimpressed. Awful food, creaking metal, uncomfortable seats.
I can hear you moaning about it now,� Remus grinned.

�Doesn�t
sound very appealing,� Severus grinned back.

�Mum made
my dad fly the year before I was bitten. My first and last holiday,� Remus
sighed. �The plane hit awful turbulence and it was so bad the oxygen masks all
fell down from the ceiling. I was only five so I didn�t really have much to be
scared about. But dad swore after throwing up five times that he was never
doing it again.�

�But he
could have saved the plane, couldn�t he? He had his wand?�

�I think it
takes more than one lone wizard to stop a several ton plane from dropping out
of the sky, Sev,� Remus laughed.

�Well fuck
that then,� Severus muttered.

�You have a
muggle father, don�t you know all about planes and stuff?�

�My father
never spoke to me other than to shout and tell me how worthless I was, do you
really think he�d have taken me to the travel hotspots of the United Kingdom,
Remus?�

�No,� Remus
replied quietly, and drank some of the sugary dark liquid to avoid having to
say anything else.

It started
to spit lightly with icy cold rain and Severus sighed. �Happy new year, nothing
ever changes in this country does it?�

Happy
wasn�t a word either of them would have used to describe their transgression
into 1983. A year had passed in each other�s company but neither was mentally
any better off than when they started, other than they knew they had someone to
care for them, which Severus supposed had to count for something. Remus was
still crying most nights as he fell asleep in Severus� arms, and Severus was
being eaten alive by the guilt.

Between
them something deep had forged a connection, it was obvious, but still neither
could wholly accept nor define it, they just knew that should it be taken away,
both would be totally adrift.

They walked
in silence after that, sporadically drinking coffee and looking at the traffic.
Severus chucked his empty cup in a bin as he passed and rubbed his hands
together. �Come on, let�s go home.�

�I don�t
want to go home,� Remus said stubbornly. �Can we go drinking?�

�It�s the
middle of the week!�

�Oh, fine.
I�ll see you at the weekend,� Remus shoved his still half-full cup at Severus
and prepared to apparate.

�You�re
warped if you think I�m letting you out of my sight again,� Severus scoffed,
and knocked back the last of the coffee before marching back to the bin. �Where
are we drinking?�

The cobbles
of Diagon Alley were slippery with setting ice. Remus had already gone over
once leaving Severus sniggering as he hauled him up, the backside of his
trousers wet.

�When you
fall over I�ll take a picture,� Remus grumpily rubbed a hand over his left bum
cheek, wincing.

�I don�t
fall over,� Severus pulled open the door to The Leaky Cauldron with a smile on
his face. �Too well balanced for that.�

Remus
stalked into the pub, scowling, but the warm atmosphere and the smell of beer
cheered him immensely. He took a table near one of the fires as Severus
wordlessly approached the bar to get the drinks in. Remus tried not to think
that yet again, Severus was the one footing the bill. He smiled at the table
though, as he had something to tell Severus when he came back which would
hopefully stop the one-sided monetary flow. He accepted his ale with a smile
and watched as Severus stripped off his jacket and scarf and threw himself down
opposite Remus, giving a noticeable shudder as he missed his jacket.

�I have
some news,� Remus smiled at him.

Severus
looked up from where he was fiddling trying to open a packet of peanuts. �Let
me guess, neon clubbing robes are coming back in?�

Remus
snorted through his mouthful of ale and shook his head. �No,
better than that.�

�They�ve
gone back out as quickly as they came in?�

Remus
laughed again and tugged the packet out of Severus� hands, opening them quickly
and handing them back to him as he scowled.

�I would
have got them open eventually,� he muttered, before tipping the bag back into
his mouth. �Come on then, your news,� he said around the peanuts he was
chewing.

�It�s rude
to talk when your mouth�s full of nuts,� Remus teased, tone heavy on innuendo.

�No bloody
chance with yours, they�re freakishly big,� Severus set the bag down.

�I got a
letter today,� Remus smiled. �Offering me a job.�

�That�s
brilliant, Remus, congratulations!� Severus immediately sat up straight, a
genuine smile stretching his lips. �Doing what?�

�It�s
nothing spectacular,� Remus shook his head. �But it�s at a little old bookshop here
in London��

�Muggle or magical?�

�Er, have they revoked the Dark Creatures Act without me
noticing? Muggle,� Remus rolled his eyes.

�Well not
everyone abides by the law,� Severus shrugged. �That bloke wanted to give you
that job and you turned it down because you were scared of the repercussions.�

�That and
it was in a sex shop, Sev,� Remus laughed. �That�d be a wonderful thing to
write home and tell the family.�

�Don�t know
why you�d write home and tell them anyway, they�re not exactly helpful.�

�They help
me where they can,� Remus frowned, hating the tone of Severus� voice. �I know
they don�t seem the best parents in the world to you, Severus, but they�re
still my family.�

�Who hate
that you�re gay, hate that you�re a werewolf and don�t
really contact you much.�

�Anyway,� Remus said forcefully, �It�s in
a little bookshop off Covent Garden, really
nice. It sources rare copies and first editions and they needed part-time
help.�

�What about
your monthly cycle?� Severus couldn�t help his smirk.

�I told
them at my interview that I had a life-threatening condition which wasn�t
particularly threatening me at the moment but generally tended to flare up
every four weeks to the exact date.�

�And they
swallowed that?� Severus snorted.

�I can be
very charming when I want to be,� Remus winked.

�Well
congratulations,� Severus raised his wine glass up. �To� water bills.�

�To water bills,�
Remus grinned.

�And to you
paying for dinner for once,� Severus said, as the barman walked over to them
and put down two heavily laden plates of food.

�Oh
Severus, for God�s sake, you shouldn�t have-�

�Eat,�
Severus thanked the barman and picked up his fork. �So you�ll get to spend your
days surrounded by books. You�ll love it.�

�I know,�
Remus speared a chip.

�What�s the
pay like?�

�Good
enough,� Remus chewed. �Not brilliant but it�s enough to keep me going. My hours�ll be consistent enough to hopefully save some
money.�

�I�m really
pleased for you,� Severus sprinkled some salt over his food. �It�ll give you
something to focus on.�

�Other than
my banged up boyfriend, you mean?� Remus gave a small smile.

�Other than
that,� Severus winced at his insensitivity. And,
after a year, I�m still not your boyfriend?

In one of
his amazing displays of mind-reading capability, Remus suddenly looked up at
Severus and bit his lip. �I suppose he�s not really my boyfriend anymore� you
are.�

�I don�t
need a label,� Severus joked, draining his glass, which instantly re-filled.

�Be
serious,� Remus kicked him in the shin under table, watching the red liquid
flow into the glass from thin air. �And, re-filling tab? You�ve got to go to
work tomorrow.�

�I�m not
going to go mad,� Severus muttered, stabbing at a chip viciously.

***

Not going
mad had been the plan, but Severus was barely upright as he slid the key into
his front door with Remus clinging to his waist. �Fuck, you�re gont�push me over, lunatic,� he laughed as the door swung
open and he tripped over the frame.

�Sorry,�
Remus giggled, gripping the banister to steady himself.

It was
late. They�d been turfed out at closing time and had
no other option but to return to Severus�, even though neither wanted to.
Severus closed the door and locked it, both magically and physically with the
muggle locks.

�Your dad
didn�t quite get that if you wanted to get out you could just undo them, did
he?� Remus burped.

�You think
that was about keeping us in?�
Severus lurched against the wall. �No, they were about keeping t�debt-collectors out.�

�God
Severus how did you survive here?� Remus was sobered by the reminder of less
than savoury nature of Severus� childhood.

�S�nothin�.� Severus shook his head, accent rearing out of
him again in his blatant drunken denial. �It weren�t� it wasn�t that bad.�

�Broken
noses and arms aside, you mean?� Remus frowned, toeing off his shoes as he
spoke.

�How did
you know about that?� Severus wobbled.

�Didn�t
until you just told me,� Remus lurched down the hallway before Severus could
catch him.

He flicked
on the kitchen light and turned on the tap, noisily extracting a glass from the
drying rack to hold it under the stream. He drank down the cool liquid and felt
it soothe his throat. He had suspected that Severus had suffered physical abuse
at the hands of his father but never raised the subject; he didn�t feel it was
his place to do so. Remus couldn�t believe someone would break the bones of
their own offspring, it made him sick to the stomach.

�How did
you know?� Severus asked quietly from the door, he seemed to have regained
control of his body and his accent was impeccable once more.

�I
guessed,� Remus upended the remaining water into the sink and turned round to
lean against it. �It wasn�t hard to decipher. You told me you�d had your nose
broken before Sirius did it at seventeen and you always protect your arm
unconsciously and you don�t sleep on it. I don�t sleep with weight on the bones
I�ve broken either. You never mentioned breaking it by accident.�

�Don�t tell
anybody�� The childish plea was out Severus� mouth before he could stop it and
he instantly coloured in anger at himself.

�Who on earth am I going to tell?� Remus� eyebrows shot into his hair.
�Honestly, Severus, don�t worry about it. Even if I had someone to tell, I
wouldn�t.� He moved forward and put his hands on Severus� slender waist,
massaging with his thumbs. �And it�s nothing to be ashamed about, it wasn�t
your fault.�

�How do you
know that?� Severus asked him in a cold tone. �You don�t know anything about my
childhood.�

�So what
did you do to warrant broken bones?� Remus asked sceptically.

Severus
didn�t answer him but looked at the floor, his ears
pounding with the silence that filled the room after Remus had finished
speaking. He had never told anybody about it. He didn�t plan on starting the
night before his birthday. �I don�t want to talk about it,� he copped out, and
turned away from Remus only to find himself grabbed from behind in a bear grip.

Remus put
his head on Severus� shoulder and wrestled him still. �Tell me.�

�No,�
Severus shook his head, hair flying about his face and back into Remus� whilst
he struggled to get free.

�I�m not
letting you go,� Remus informed him, and tightened his grip. �You don�t have to
tell me anything but I�m still not going to release you so you can run and hide
in the bathroom or in your bedroom.�

Severus
stopped fighting and sagged, feeling dizzy and tired from all the alcohol. He
closed his eyes to shut the world out for a while.

�I care about
you very much, Severus� you can tell me anything.�

Oh no I can�t, Remus. �There�s not much to say. He hit
me. A lot, and that�s all there is to it, Remus.�

The arms
around his torso changed in their grip, it became softer and more comforting, Severus sighed as he felt Remus nuzzling against his neck in
a very wolf-like action. Soft lips kissed just below his ear and he sighed
again.

They stood
in silence, locked together, listening to the clock tick all the way from the
living room. It chimed once and Severus realised he was going to be incredibly
tired in five hours time when he had to get up. Remus realised the same and
suddenly felt selfish, it had been his idea to go drinking in the first place
and now Severus would suffer because of it.

�You could call
in sick,� he murmured.

�No,�
Severus shook his head. �I don�t take time off sick.�

�Even when
you should,� Remus commented wryly and finally pulled away, leaving Severus
tingling with the loss of bodily contact. �Come on then, bed. I don�t want you
to be any more tired than you have to be.�

Severus
obeyed and stumbled into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Remus followed him in
and half-heartedly pinched his backside as he stood at the sink, making Severus
jump and miss his mouth with the toothbrush, smearing his cheek with the minty
paste. �Remuuuus,� he whined, and smeared it off with
his fingertips, only spreading the mess.

Remus was
laughing as he pinched again at the slight bottom, a big grin on his face.

�You�re
much cheerier than I thought you�d be today,� Severus mused, re-applying paste
to the brush and finally managing to insert it into his mouth. ��Oo�ve been �ood since I found �oo on the station.� The mirror above the sink was sprayed
with tiny flecks of toothpaste.

Remus
shrugged and gave a sigh. �Well maybe it�s because you made me cheerier.�

With a
sceptic look on his face, Severus brushed enthusiastically before spitting into
the sink. �Or you�re just getting over it.�

He knew in
seconds he�d said the wrong thing. Remus� face drained of blood and his eyes
filled with horror at the implication. �You think I�m� you think I�m forgetting
him?�

Severus
dropped the toothbrush in the sink with a clatter and whirled round, the
outside of his lips coated in white. �No, Remus, I�m sorry, I didn�t mean-�

�Yes you
did,� Remus cried, brow creasing in sorrow. �I am not. I�m not forgetting him.
How could I? He�s the love of my life.�

�I know,
Remus, I�m sorry,� Severus raised his hands placatingly,
but he could tell from the way Remus had tightly clenched fists that he wasn�t
going to be able to fix this quickly.

�I�ve spent
the day trying not to burst into tears, and just because in the few hours with
you I�ve started to feel better you accuse me forgetting him locked up in
hell?!� Remus was getting louder, aided by the tiny bathroom. �You think I
don�t want to throw myself off the nearest bridge to stop it hurting?!� His
eyes burned with tears.

He�s drunker than I thought. Fuck
it. Severus
squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, finding Remus still staring at
him with the same horrified expression and slightly open mouth. He did the only
thing he could think of to try and salvage the situation. He let his face fall
into an incredulous frown-smile and shook his head. �God, Remus� we�re such a
pair of head cases.�

He closed
his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, hoping to hear a reprieve or even
laughter. All he got was a small snort, but at least when he opened his eyes
again Remus no longer looked so distraught, �only� greatly discomforted.

�It doesn�t help when it looks like you�re foaming at the mouth,� he stepped
over and wiped away the toothpaste residue from around Severus� lips with his
thumb.

�I guess
this is the place where I should make a rabid mutt joke?� Severus raised an
eyebrow and Remus smiled at him.

Relief
flooded through his veins �he didn�t want to fight with Remus; he only had the
brain capacity for the comfort side of their relationship. He didn�t need somebody
else to argue with �his entire life had been full of arguments and hatred.

He greedily
welcomed the embrace as Remus� arms slid around his body and he keened to the
touch. Severus pressed his lips to the warm throat he was presented with and
kissed.

There was
something about the way Remus held him which turned his legs to jelly, though
he never planned on admitting that to the man in question. Severus didn�t remember
when hugging him had become the port in a storm, but it certainly was.

�Ugh, you
stink of train station,� he said, trying to feel a bit more like himself after
the sappy thoughts.

�And you stink of doxy shit and rotting eggs, but I�ve not mentioned it all
evening because I was being nice,� Remus laughed and pulled away. �In fact I
think I might force you to shower before you get in bed, you stink so much.�

�Why didn�t you say?!� Severus hissed, instantly reaching up to tear off his
clothes and throwing them with force into the washing bin next to the door.

He stepped
around Remus and turned the shower over the bath on, shivering as the first
cold spray caught his Marked arm. He climbed into the
bath and tested the water with his hand before standing beneath the stream,
smoothing down his dampening hair. He had all but forgotten that Remus was in
the bathroom until he interrupted as Severus reached for his shampoo.

�Don�t use that, use mine,� he instructed, reaching up and pushing a bottle
into Severus� hand. �The stuff you use� doesn�t work so well.�

�It works
just fine,� Severus scowled, but did as instructed and used what Remus gave
him. �Are you saying my hair�s horrible?�

�Would you
be terribly offended if I said yes?� Remus actually blushed. �Some days it�s
like running my hands through an oil slick.�

�I am of
course terribly offended,� Severus closed his eyes and lathered his hair
thoroughly.

�I�ll live
with the guilt if it gets you cleaner,� Remus laughed, and plopped down on the
toilet lid to watch the water run in rivulets off the thin body in front of
him.

�What are
you doing?� Severus opened his eyes. �Get in. I don�t want you stinking of
diesel in my bed.� Remus jumped up at the invitation and Severus laughed. �You�d
make a good rent boy. There are men that�d have a heart attack at your
stripping speed.�

Snorting,
Remus got into the bath and crowded Severus up against the tiled wall, hogging
the water completely. He stayed there long enough to completely wet his hair
and then stepped back, using his hands to manoeuvre Severus back to where he
was. �How do you know so much about men who pay for sex?�

�I don�t,�
Severus replied silkily. �I�m just saying you have a talent and you could make
money off of it.�

�Trust me, I�ve considered it,� Remus said in a low voice which left Severus in
absolutely no doubt he was speaking the truth.

�Really?� He reached for the soap.

�You�ve
been poor, Severus. I have to eat to keep my strength up��

�Yeah but
you� you�ve lived with Sirius since school and you said yourself he�s always
had money.�

�But I�m
hardly rich now, am I?�

�I feed
you!� Severus protested, running the bar of soap in circles over his chest, smoothing
it through the hair under his arms.

�Think
about the times when I was working undercover,� Remus blushed again. �I�m not
proud of what I considered doing, if that�s any comfort.�

Severus
stopped washing himself long enough to catch Remus� gaze and shook his head. �I
don�t care, as long as you�re not planning on going into business right now��
He resumed his task with the soap, rubbing it over his crotch.

�Not whilst
I have you to whore myself on, got to earn my keep around here somehow, haven�t
I?�

�Damn right
you do,� Severus grinned wickedly, and pushed the bar of soap on him. �You can
further that by washing my back.�

He turned
and tugged his hair forwards so it wouldn�t get soapy. Remus smoothed it over
his skin with finesse and smiled at the scent wafting from the lather �a gentle
honeyed scent.

�When did you get so girly over your soap choices?� He teased as he slid the
soap downwards and into the hollow between the top of the arse cheeks his
crotch was close to.

�Since you
utilised me into the woman of this weird little relationship,� Severus managed
a bored drawl.

�You like
being the woman,� Remus told him, and spread the cheeks with his fingers,
washing thoroughly, smiling as he noticed the tiny jerk Severus� hips gave at
the touch.

He let the
water stream beat down and wash the soap away before releasing the cheeks and
rinsing the soap, along with his hands. He set it down in the soap dish and
placed his hands on Severus� hips, pulling him back to spoon against him.

�Well, you
can consider your keep earnt for tonight, I suppose,�
Severus sighed, smiling to the bathroom tiles.

�I had
something else in mind�� Remus teased, and immediately sank to his knees, hands
pulling apart the cheeks again, eliciting a small squeaking sound from Severus
who was, despite all his best efforts, still rather tipsy.

�Remus,
what are youOHHHHHHHHHHH.�

Remus�
velvet-soft tongue was lapping gently over his entrance, teasing the sensitive
nerves expertly. Severus gasped as his dick sprang to attention and grazed against
the cold tiled wall. Instinctively he curled his fingers around it and milked
himself. Remus moved his face closer, and with a dirty smile enclosed his lips
over the puckered hole and washed it in a wet kiss, groaning when he heard
Severus� delighted cry from above.

The cries
got louder and higher in tone as Remus pushed his tongue inwards, feeling
resistance in the muscles. He fought harder and gripped tighter with his hands,
causing Severus to swear loudly, breaking the steady rhythm he�d fallen into
with his hand.

�Christ, Remus, stop�� he half-heartedly begged, knowing he wanted no such
thing to happen.

Remus
withdrew slightly to take advantage of the space he had stretched, and licked
quickly, taking his tongue back and forth in a wet motion, steadily managing to
tongue-fuck Severus, managing to push a little further each time. It tasted of
nothing, thanks to the sneaky cleaning spell he�d managed to shoot internally
just before he�d started licking. He moaned slightly and curled his tongue up
as he dragged out, tracing the tip around the edge of the hole before plunging
back in again. He repeated this several times, with increasing firmness, before
he sensed the telltale stiffness in Severus� back. He put his lips to the hole
again and washed against it in short blunt movements and heard a cry, felt
Severus buck forwards and heard him whimper as he pumped his come down the
tiles.

Remus
pulled back and sat properly on the bottom of the bath, erection suddenly hit
by the water and he gasped, jerked and promptly spurted his own orgasm over his
stomach. Severus had turned around just in time to watch the spectacle. �Shame
for you, Remus, you just lost yourself a blow job,� he laughed, catching water
in his hands and throwing it down mercilessly on Remus� body to wash away the
creamy globs on his stomach.

�Arse,�
Remus cursed, and got to his feet, moaning slightly as his softening cock twinged. �So... May I stay the night now I�ve rimmed you?�

�You can
stay the night and the day when I�ve owled in sick with
an injured back and spend it servicing me on my birthday,� Severus winked.
�After, of course, you�ve cleaned the mess you made me produce off the wall.�

Remus
laughed and dodged away from poking fingers as Severus climbed out of the bath,
reaching for a towel, which he dried himself with and then wrapped around his
waist.

�You think
I�m joking?� Severus raised his eyebrows.

�I just
stuck my tongue up your arse, you�d better be.�

The only
answer Remus got was a snort as Severus left the bathroom.
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