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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 41: A Secret Ingredient

They had spent their bonding night on the mountain top. Flushed with magic and fervour, they had spent the night in passion, taking each other in turn - Bond and Claim - pushing each other harder, their desire and bodies seeming to know no bounds in this place.

Before dawn, they had re-dressed each other and Lupin Apparated them back to the farm house. Tippy was called, who brought them a cooked breakfast of gargantuan proportions that the men had no trouble polishing off before taking to their bed against the bitter cold, and to sleep.

Snape awoke mid-morning, and watched Lupin until he awoke.

"Happy New Year," he said, and stroked Lupin's shoulder stopping short as he saw the bonding circlet and then snapped his eyes down to look at his own. "Look at them!" he said, awestruck.

Instead of the black, seemingly tattooed, smooth circles wrapping around their upper arms, the smooth edges had begun to feather with an ornate curling edge. Love accretes to them, Dumbledore had said. Snape smiled crookedly at Lupin's beaming smile at such a manifestation as Lupin ghosted his fingers over Snape's upper arm.

"I'm aiming for these accretions to cover our whole upper arms by our first anniversary, Severus," Lupin murmured into Snape's ear as he pulled Snape to him.

"Of that, I have no doubt," Snape sighed at Lupin's renewed touch.

Their two day honeymoon was mainly spent making love, both men so relieved that their plans for bonding had not been ruined, only occasionally venturing out in the cold to take some fresh air. They were fed royally by Tippy, with rich and flamboyant food, fit for a honeymoon. They promised themselves a full honeymoon in the summer once the school term had finished and discussed the places in antiquity they wished to visit. In no time, the weekend had passed. They Disapparated back to Hogwarts in time for Monday morning classes, Lupin staying just one more night before returning to work on the Tuesday.

Snape was amazed at how much more palatable his working day (for him, if not for the students) was knowing Lupin waited for him in his quarters. Next school year, he thought, Remus will never have to leave my side. The knowledge warmed him; he felt as never before that he had a future beyond the visible horizon.

As it was their last night before Lupin went back to Egypt and, he supposed, the final night of their honeymoon, Snape wanted to make the most of it. They had a private meal together and Snape had undressed Lupin and himself slowly in the way Lupin enjoyed.

He had known exactly how he wanted it to be this night and he and Lupin had stroked and kissed each other skilfully bringing each other to the brink of their passion. He was straddling Lupin now, and Lupin was stroking inside Snape deliciously and manoeuvring Snape over his too hard cock, murmuring to Snape to ride him, the way he loved it, hard and fast. Snape's groin and stomach were knotted hard in desire as he slowly started to grind down on Lupin's cock.

Then came a sudden and urgent hammering at his chamber door.

Snape threw back his head and groaned and swore in frustration. Lupin was sheathed fully and deliciously into him and he was barely able to focus or breathe regularly, and some wretched child was now hammering on his door. He didn't want to answer it. He didn't want to leave Lupin's cock that was hot inside him.

"Severus," Lupin was whispering insistently, "you have to at least answer."

Snape could make no more than an inarticulate grunt of frustration and ground down on Lupin, then pushed himself off unwillingly and grabbed a robe, then calling out furiously, "I'm coming!" as he fumbled with the buttons. "Chance would be a fine thing ..." he then grumbled under his breath, his hands shaking slightly.

"Here, let me," Lupin chuckled as he got up and fastened Snape's buttons with a charm, for which he received a weak smile, and then Snape combed his dishevelled hair as Lupin unexpectedly cast another charm which held Snape's cock flat to his body, making him flinch.

"What did you just do?" Snape yelped.

"Gave you some modesty," Lupin laughed. "You were looking rather too ... um ... proud to be ministering pastoral care, Severus."

"What?" he blustered. " ... never heard the like ... ridiculous .. " Snape muttered to himself as he struggled and failed with his boots, until Lupin got on his knees in front of him and pulled them on for him.

"Severus, be calm. I will still be here when you finish, my love," Lupin murmured, kissing him softly on the lips and with a devastating smile, "ready for you."

Snape was suddenly very grateful for the hold of the reinforcement charm as he stiffened painfully against it thinking of Lupin lying waiting for him ... ready, as he swept out of his quarters to find two terrified second year Slytherins waiting for him to undo a Lion's Mane jinx they'd performed on their friend but didn't know how to reverse.

As he performed the counter-jinx on the startled second year in the Slytherin common room, he gave some consideration to how unpleasant their punishment should be on two grounds: for being unintelligent enough to use a jinx without knowing the counter-jinx and for interrupting his honeymoon. No, of course they weren't to know about the second, and he supposed he'd have to get used to having his private life interrupted once his husband lived with him, but that knowledge didn't stop him feeling petulant and hard done by. He sighed heavily.

He had always made himself available to students of his House. He didn't want any juvenile indiscretions being known to the other staff or even to Poppy (especially if that would cost them house points), if he himself could deal with it. He settled on a stern lecture, heavily laced with sarcasm, to the students in question coupled with a detention of separating frog spawn into individual eggs and then berated the older students in the common room for not having assisted their House mates.

When he returned half an hour later, he had no sooner got through his door and re-set the wards than he threw off his boots and unbuttoned his robe as he strode through to his bedroom where, true to his word, Lupin waited for him. Snape tore off his robe, and his erection returned, as Lupin's also hardened at the sight of a determined and lustful Snape advancing upon him.

He crawled over Lupin and they kissed bruisingly. Lupin moved his hand forward to prepare Snape again, but it was brushed away impatiently and Snape pushed himself down on Lupin hard, making himself groan deeply at the feel of Lupin's cock deep into his own tightness, as Lupin grasped his thighs, his own breath hitching. Snape steadied himself for a moment, savouring the feel of it and then ground himself again on Lupin, slowly at first, feeling the heat stoke in his groin and listening to Lupin groan with every movement he made. He sped up, arching his back and hitting his own prostate causing waves of pleasure to cloud his mind with passion once more, now back where he was before the hammering at the door.

He moved as if entranced, entranced by the friction he generated causing Lupin to moan almost incessantly underneath him and by the waves of pleasure that intensified as Lupin stroked his cock in time, and built until eventually his grinding became erratic as his orgasm crashed over him and colours blossomed behind his eyelids and he cried out together with Lupin, as he shivered with his powerful release and gradually slowed until he leant exhausted against his arms that pressed against Lupin's stomach and then lowered himself into Lupin's waiting embrace, whispering each other's name.

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Lupin had left in the morning to make his Portkey back to Egypt. Snape knew he would miss him very much, but they had the mirrors and they would be with each other in two weeks at the full moon. He did not feel quite so bereft as he had when Lupin had left him before. There could be no doubt about it: now they were bonded, Snape felt like a very different man (although possibly no-one would have known to look at him). He was still aloof with most of the staff and unpleasant and strict with the students. But in himself, he felt remarkable: he felt whole. His hand kept finding its way unconsciously to his upper arm, to the circlet that marked him as Lupin's husband. He made a mental note to train himself out of that habit - but not just yet.

The January full moon fell on a Monday so there would be no chance for Snape to make it to Lupin with much time to spare before the moonrise so early in the winter's day. It would have to suffice. Provided they could be together for the transformation that was the most important thing. Snape arrived with barely fifteen minutes to spare and settled down with Lupin to help him through his transformation.

Snape wanted to fly with his wolf tonight, the first transformation since bonding. He could take Pepper-Up Potion tomorrow for his classes, if necessary. This was more important to him.

They let themselves out through the French windows and, as before, the wolf, checking for Snape behind him all the time, began to run, through the ancient forest, dancing with Snape as he flew alongside the wolf on his broom. As the wolf sped up, so Snape flew faster, testing his own reflexes against the split-second primal reflexes of the wolf to turn when he turned and to swerve when he swerved, every now and then, when space between the giant conifers allowed, Snape would roll the broom and fly a little higher so the wolf would dance up to him. Just a little higher each time, he would fly so the wolf would leap and bark for joy as they reached the dense inner precincts of the forest and they both ran and flew in converse figures of eight, chasing each other through the trees, the wolf barking and Snape laughing with the liberating feel of it.

Then as he flew upwards, suddenly in a blur, he was snatched from his broom as if weightless, and his neck was pierced cruelly in that same instant. He cried out in pain, and struggled as he pulled at two huge scaled claws that held him by his head like a rag doll as giant leathery wings sought to enfold him and the decaying stench of his captor engulfed him. But in the next second, the creature was wrested downwards by the powerful jaws of the snarling wolf who had leapt as high as its twisting body could force itself, dragging at the creature down by its sharply protruding hip bone.

The creature let out a blood-curdling, high pitched shriek as it dropped Snape, who cushioned his fall with a charm as he took in his first sight of the creature. It was hairless, its claws were scaled but the rest of its skin was leathery and stretched taut over its visible skeleton and musculature, but there was no fat on the creature at all. Its yellowing skin was traced with black veins of long-ago solidified blood. Its face was no more than its skull with outlined tendons, with protuberant yellow eyes, and a lipless mouth displaying its sharp fangs – a soulless parody of life and form that was the feral vampyr.

The creature tried to claw at the wolf's slavering snout to obtain its release. Snape whipped out his wand and sent burning hexes to the creature's face and claws and it tore itself away from Lupin's jaws and shot away, squealing in rage, from the two. Snape watched the odious creature, listening to the slow whoosh of its large leathery wings as it flew higher.

The wolf bounded to Snape, who knelt for the wolf to sniff his bitten neck. The slashes across the wolf's snout were already healing and it nuzzled Snape's collar, with small whimpering noises. Snape understood and untied his cravat and opened his collar, as he panted for breath, holding the wolf's crest, and the wolf licked away the filth of the creature's fangs and sealed the puncture wounds.

No sooner had Lupin finished healing the creature's latching bite than they heard another scream, followed by the howl for help of another werewolf. Snape Summoned his broom and they both dashed to the sound of the scream and howl. All the other werewolves and their mates responded to the call.

The creature had Amelie by her head in its splayed claws, its head bowed in as it pierced her throat, her blood pulsing from the punctures. The creature was high out of the range of the wolves, but not of the brooms. Snape rounded on the creature, followed by Archimedes and Tonks.

"We need to get Amelie away from it!" Archimedes called as he dived in to send whipping hexes at the creature's back to make it twist. It worked. The creature withdrew its fangs from Amelie's throat in shock as it twisted to face the threat, and then all three sent stinging, whipping and burning hexes to the creature repeatedly and in quick succession. It shrieked as it writhed, and let Amelie fall. Tonks sent a cushioning charm beneath Amelie and her mate bounded to her to heal her.

"Keep the damned thing away while I tend her!" Snape shouted to the other two as his broom shot to the ground and he rushed to Amelie. Jasper, her mate, had sealed the punctures as Lupin had done for Snape, but she'd been bitten more deeply and for longer than he, and had lost a lot of blood. Snape brought out his shrunken Apothecary bag from his cloak pocket, enlarged it and found a phial of blood-replenishing potion and poured it into her, aware all the time of the shrieking and shouting and flaring lights of the aerial battle above him. He heard Archimedes cast Avada Kedavra at the creature. Idiot boy!

"You're wasting your time!" Snape roared as he mounted his broom and shot up to assist the other two who were firing curses at the dangerously enraged creature. "The damned thing is already dead. Its heart stopped beating when it was turned. Incapacitate it! Cut it! Cut its wings! Decapitate it!" Snaped yelled over the creature's piercing shrieks as he cast Diffindo to the joint of one of its giant leathery wings, so that it hung uselessly but then started to repair itself.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Snape roared. Let's see you repair that, filth!

The creature shrieked piercingly as Snape's curse cut and cut again, slashing at the creature's wings, as Tonks and Archimedes sent Stunning and cutting spells at the creature, swooping around it to keep it disorientated as Snape slashed the creature with the malice required to harm it seriously. The unrelenting, irreparable Dark curse damage meant the creature began to sink towards the baying pack that was snapping and slavering below it. Snape cast a Levitation charm to keep the creature just out of their jaws' reach. He had business of his own with this creature and he was very grateful it had put itself across his path – oh yes indeed. He flew nearer as the creature writhed and twisted against the blows it received from three differing directions, hissing and lashing out with its bony claws and then Snape dived in fast and he sliced through its ribs by its breastbone, and grasped the creature's long-stilled heart. "Diffindo!" and sliced to disengage it from its mooring veins and arteries and pulled away his prize, malice glittering in his dark eyes as they held the wide malignant yellow orbs of the agonised Nosferatu.

He released his Levitation charms in that instant and the creature fell to the forest floor and all the wolves fell upon it, snarling and slavering as they ripped and tore at the creature's leathery skin on its body and shredded wings, shaking their heads as their jaws tore it apart. Only Jasper stood aside by his mate protectively, hackles raised and snarling at the scene.

Snape returned to the ground, and pulled a small box from his bag and enlarged it. It was lead lined. Snape trimmed the hanging veins and arteries, long since desiccated, and placed the blackened. shrivelled organ in the box with reverence and sealed it with a charm, shrinking it once more. Tonks and Archimedes had joined him.

"At school, we used to think you were a vampire, Professor," Tonks said, as she watched Snape work methodically.

"I am aware of the belief," Snape said, with a slight smirk.

"There's definitely something of the night about you," Tonks smiled crookedly, pointing at his gruesome trophy.

"I don't recall you being this cheeky to my face before, Miss Tonks," Snape said silkily. "If only I could dock points from Hufflepuff."

"Only ever behind your back, sir," Tonks said, with a small laugh. A smile tugged at the corners of Snape's mouth briefly but then he turned back to the snarling pack still tearing vengefully at their quarry and raised his wand.

"Move away!" he commanded the wolves. "Now!" They looked up to him and then to Lupin, who moved well away so they all did. As they moved, the creature's body struggled to repair itself, miniscule thread of flesh, tendon or bone by miniscule thread of flesh, tendon or bone.

"Stay back," Snape commanded.

"It's in pieces and it's still trying to regenerate!" Tonks gasped in horror as Archimedes cursed loudly.

Snape cast wide and mightily, and the all the sundered parts of the creature were swept up together and consumed by an almighty conflagration of Fiendfyre that rose into the sky in the writhing, twisting form of the vampyr until the form dissipated and Snape slowly brought the curse to an end.

"Not anymore," Snape sneered.

They all made their way back to the retreat, an unconscious Amelie held by Snape in front of him on his broom. Snape carried her into her and Jasper's own room accompanied by Tonks and Archimedes and, once Snape was satisfied she was out of harm's way, they all made their way back to their own rooms for the rest of the night and their mate's transformations.

Lupin's transformation went well with Snape there to hold him. When Lupin's form was settled, Snape wrapped him up against the cold and settled next to him in bed for a few short hours of fitful sleep and to hold him in his arms and then to take Lupin gently just after waking. Lupin was very affectionate that morning, and despite his exhaustion, would barely let go of Snape, even to bathe and dress, plainly distressed by last night's vampyr attack.

"More than anything, a vampyr desires magical blood. When it tracked us last time, it would have sensed you are a powerful wizard, Severus, and singled you out. Once Archimedes warned us, we should have taken more care. We should have run as a pack," Lupin said regretfully. "It was lucky you and the others were there to save Amelie." Lupin was still holding on to Snape's waist as he had all morning, almost as if he let go, Snape might evaporate.

"It was lucky you were there to save me, I think," Snape said softly.

"Luck was all it was because you fly low to run with me! Had you flown higher, I couldn't have saved you," Lupin spat, clearly cross with himself. "I put you in danger. I could've lost you."

"Enough!" Snape said dangerously, then softened. "Enough. There is nothing that would stop me flying with you if I have my choice. No danger – nothing." Snape kissed the side of Lupin's face and went back to the task he had engaged himself in.

"Is it used as a Potion ingredient?" Lupin asked, watching Snape bind the lead-lined box in newly-cut hawthorn and wild rose branches as Apotropaics in the unlikely event of a partial regeneration of the creature.

"Yes, the heart of a feral vampyr is an extraordinary rarity," Snape said, and then inhaled deeply. "But it also an ingredient for a potion used in a certain ritual, which I have participated in for just one other wizard, just once, and which I have long sought," Snape said, readying himself to tell Lupin what he intended to do.

"Who was that wizard?" Lupin asked and Snape heard the concern in his tone.

"The Dark Lord," Snape said quietly, resting his hands on Lupin's and resting his body back on Lupin's chest.

"Is it a Dark ritual?" Lupin asked softly, doubt evident in his voice. Snape turned to face Lupin and looked at him frankly.

"If the heart were from a living being, I would call it a Dark ritual. But a vampyr is a dead thing – no more than a parasite – I have no compunction in using it. It is ... rare magic. Arcane, if you will. The ritual is for an ability, but the ability itself is not Dark. Something I wish for more than anything now you run so I can be with you," he said enigmatically, his eyes searching Lupin's deeply for understanding.

"What ability, Severus?" Lupin whispered the question to Snape, who stroked Lupin's jaw with one finger.

"Flight."
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