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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 48: The Duellists

It was dawn. Snape knew that was a safe time for them to go to the seventh floor and the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy without coming across any students. They both knew how this worked, walking past the blank wall three times, concentrating: We need a place to duel and to bond our wands in secret. The highly polished door with the ornate brass handle appeared.

Lupin smiled hugely. "It's been – what – eighteen years?" he said quietly as they walked in. The room was large, long enough for a duelling runway, cushioned to the sides with duelling dummies dotted around, its ceiling high and vaulted. As always, the room was lit by torches. They walked around for a while and then turned to each other.

"Let's start then," Lupin said, and they removed their robes and took to the centre of the runway.

"Well, Remus" Snape said, starting to strut away from him. "Let's see what you have in your armoury."

Lupin smiled a small, self-effacing smile as he paced away from Snape and they faced each other, taking their stances.

"Duelling rules to start with. Then we'll see ... " Snape said, and they took their stances and Snape counted down. As the count finished, their shields were raised and Lupin cast Diffindo and Stupefy in quick succession aiming to slice through the shield, but Snape deflected and countered with his own Stupefy and Petrificus Totalus but Lupin's shield held and he Conjured Avis and Oppugno and as Snape moved his shield to the birds, Lupin undercut with a stinging hex, followed by a burning hex, both of which caught Snape on the ankle, momentarily disorienting him. Lupin took advantage and cast Expelliarmus forcefully, sending Snape flying.

"Not bad, not bad at all," Snape said.

"Not bad ... you've got a nerve, Severus, saying that on your arse," Lupin laughed as he held out a hand to Snape to help him up. Snape smiled and took the arm by the wrist. Snape stood again and they duelled for another seven bouts, winning four each.

Snape stopped then. He had a good idea of Lupin's skill. He was fast, his wandwork excellent but they had been only playing after all. He had never fought Lupin without rules and this he needed to see.

"Now then," Snape said. He muttered an enchantment to his wand so that Lupin would not hear. "No duelling rules now. I'm a Death Eater; you are part of the Order of the Phoenix – I am duelling to kill you. There are no restrictions on curses and you can duel like a Muggle if you dare. Are you ready?"

"What? You want to use Unforgivables?" Lupin brow furrowed. "You can't ..." Expelliarmus! Snape cast silently and caught Lupin's wand. He tilted his head with one brow raised.

"Attention would be useful, Remus." He threw Lupin's wand back to him.

"Hang on a minute, Severus," Lupin stepped forward.

"Avada Kedavra!" Snape shouted, but instead of a jet of green light, a stream of lime green paint hit Lupin over his heart. Lupin stood, slack-jawed, staring at his shirt.

"You would now be dead." Tergeo. He siphoned the paint away with an arrogant flick of his wand. "Are we ready now?" Snape drawled, crossing his arms impatiently.

Lupin took his stance, but this time with a very firmly set jaw and with no further formality they both threw Stunning spells as they raised their shields, the jets of light crackling with energy and power. Snape sent a heavily disguised Incarcerous at Lupin but the ropes were turned instantly to air which Lupin whipped into a violent vortex that sped towards Snape, but he deflected it using his shield and then Lupin turned it as it drove back towards him, altering it to a swiftly moving column of fire, followed by a Stunning spell. Snape deluged the fire in Conjured water, only just avoided the Stunning spell, as a burning hex caught his side and he sent it back with a stinging hex behind it, catching Lupin's thigh.

Powerful Stunning spells flew relentlessly between the two men now, teeth gritted and jaws set, their wands blurring as they paced around each other and sprang out of harm's way by millimetres at a time. A particularly violent Stunner from Snape was met by one of the duelling dummies that Lupin had animated, which Snape reduced to a powder by an explosive Reducto. This wasn't the polite duelling Lupin had engaged Filius in. Snape had thrown down the gauntlet, and Lupin was taking the challenge seriously. They darted away from each other's hexes and curses, quickly followed one after the other, the men speeding away from harm, whilst meting it out.

Snape sent a jet of red light streaking at Lupin but all of a sudden Lupin was gone in a whirl and reappeared instantly behind Snape, whipping his arms through Snape's and holding them behind his head uncomfortably.

"That's a move worthy of a Death Eater!" Snape said, breathing heavily.

"That's pure Marauder, Severus," Lupin countered as he loosened his hold, spinning Snape to face him but dropped his hands quickly until he had hold of Snape's wrists. They glared at each other, their eyes dilated, breathing erratically, hearts pumping. Lupin snatched both of Snape's wrists in one hand and with the other grabbed at Snape's crotch. He was hard and Lupin's hand tightened around Snape's erection. Lupin growled deep in his throat and rubbed his own hard cock against Snape's as he caught Snape's mouth with his own, roughly and hungrily and pulled at their clothes.

Snape thought of battling for control, but knew, just by how Lupin was kissing him, he would have no chance of dominating this encounter. The moon was waxing. Even so, Lupin had let Snape take control yesterday because he wanted to empower Snape. Lupin really knew him terribly well. But today, with their adrenaline pumping and surging, Snape had no such luxury of his husband conceding control for the sake of his feelings. Snape would be Lupin's spoils of war. But, if he were honest, he envisaged their duel ending just like this ever since he first watched Lupin duel – watching his sinuous movements in the Great Hall that day had stirred his passion greatly – yes, this post-duel frenzy was exactly what he had hoped for. He was exhilarated from the fight and burning with desire, fuelled by the insistent demands Lupin had started making on his body.

They were naked now, and Lupin had pinned Snape to the floor, Lupin's mouth, teeth and tongue possessively exploring him, his hands holding him, raising him until his fingers prepared him and, growling still, entering him forcefully and wantonly, making Snape cry out, as Lupin bucked into his prostate, making Snape's body arch violently with sheer white hot pleasure through Lupin's dominance, thrusting powerfully and energetically, invigorated by the fight, holding his release as long as possible as Snape melted into it, flowing with it and melding with it until they both thrust equally eagerly and forcefully, until their restraint was tested beyond endurance, cresting and coming powerfully and vocally, and then fitfully slowing, breathing, kissing, and finally smiling.

Lying together, Snape whispered to Lupin's ear, "Take your wand ... "

Lupin lifted himself on one arm from Snape's body to look at him for a moment, and then he understood and his other hand searched beside him, and found his wand. They disengaged and Snape got to his knees, and Lupin followed his lead.

"As we were when we bonded," Snape said and took Lupin's left upper arm with his left hand and Lupin did likewise. They both held their wands in their right hands in between them, slightly inclined to their left and so that the tips crossed.

"Your incantation is Cognosco Coniugo.* Repeat until the wands connect," Snape instructed gently. "When the wands connect, the incantation is Respiciunt et Non Nocere Coniuge. Repeat the incantation until the connection bonds the wands."

Lupin began his incantation, never taking his eyes from Snape. Snape then began his incantation: "Cognosco Virum." Lupin's eyebrows raised to hear Snape instruct his wand that Lupin's would be dominant, but Snape closed his eyes briefly to indicate to him not to stop his incantation and carried on chanting.

The chanting became melodic and mesmeric and Snape could feel his magic accumulating in his wand and then it started to hum and Snape's hand became bound to it. It was starting. His heart began to pound in his chest. A narrow beam of light shot from each wand crossing each other and then intertwining together.

"Respiciunt Coniuge et Non Nocere," Lupin began to chant and the repeating and Snape rejoined with: "Respiciunt Virum et Non Nocere."

The threads became golden then split out as the thread from Lupin's wand wove itself around Snape's wand and hand, and the thread from Snape's wrapped itself around Lupin's. The threads snaked and divided repeatedly until a bonding mesh formed over both wands and hands, vibrating with raw magic and the golden mesh from Snape's wand gradually became blue, the colour of Lupin's magic he had seen in his wards, and the golden mesh from Lupin's wand became the colour of Snape's magic: silver. The threads iridesced with the vibrations and Snape could feel the emanations sinking into his skin then beyond skin deep. He felt the emanations of Lupin's magic into his very core of magic, making everything seem beyond real: his vision too sharp and his hearing too acute, his skin too sensitive, his heart hammering in his chest as the emanations pulsed. Finally, the emanations on each man flared brightly, jolting through their bodies powerfully, as both their heads tipped back with the force of it and they inhaled sharply.

The wands were bonded. The emanations gradually faded, and the men's bodies calmed as the strands of magic faded from view.

Both men rested back on their heels, as their breathing calmed, still holding each other by the arm and then moved forward to kiss gently.

"Why did you make my wand dominant, Severus?" Lupin asked.

"Partly, let's face it, because you are," Snape said with a lop-sided, almost embarrassed, smile and a tinge of pink to his cheeks, "but also, it's better that your wand dominates mine. I would be expected to use Unforgivables against you, to fight as unfairly as possible. Your wand will react all the more strongly against any spells I cast if it is the dominant wand.

"If we are fighting, I will not be aiming to turn you into a fluffy bunny, Severus! You make it sound like I fight like a girl!" Lupin complained.

"Fought Bellatrix lately, have you? Snape snorted.

"Fair point. Time to test it then, Severus," Lupin said suddenly. They both got up, cleansed and dressed themselves and, without further ceremony, took their stances.

On Snape's count, they began slowly with spells and minor jinxes, none of which caught. They accelerated to nastier jinxes that each man was able to dispel easily. Finally, by their spoken consensus, they unleashed all manner of curses and hexes against each other as fast as they were able, and unguarded by shields. Absolutely none found their mark as the wands led the men.

"A final test," Snape said. "Stand still." Trusting his bonded husband, Lupin stood, his hands loose at his sides. Snape cast the a violent whipping curse towards him followed in quick succession by the Cutting curse and a stinging hex. Lupin's lupine reflexes were always exceptional, but now they had bonded their wands, nothing Snape cast could reach its target. Snape's wand drew Lupin's aim to it instantly, and Lupin's wand repelled (but did not mirror back) the curses, rendering each curse ineffective. To the onlooker, it looked as if Lupin were preternaturally fast in his reactions.

They grinned at each other.

"Will you try the Killing curse again?" Lupin asked.

"I can't cast the Killing curse at you, Remus. You have to mean it. I don't."

Lupin pulled Snape to him in a strong embrace and kissed him roughly. "Pleased to hear it." Then Snape heard a murmured incantation and felt something odd in the seat of his trousers and saw Lupin starting to laugh. He looked behind himself quickly, to see a rabbit's bob tail poking out of his trousers.

"I'll count to five, Lupin, or I will mean it when I cast it, I assure you," Snape hissed dangerously.

oooOOOooo

Snape summoned Tippy to the Room of Requirement to call for some food and drink. The small elf crooned with pleasure to be serving them again and bowed so low her nose brushed the floor. Within minutes, she had returned with cold meats, cheeses, pickles, salad and crusty bread and bottles of Butterbeer and flagons of water and of juice and set them out on a cloth on the floor with cushions for them to sit on. She cooed with satisfaction at her work and disappeared with a small pop.

"There's enough for an army," Snape snorted and then looked at Lupin tucking in happily to enormous mouthfuls, "or not."

"Hungry work, Severus," Lupin said jauntily, noting Snape's look of mild disapproval. "You're inexhaustible after all!" Lupin nudged Snape in the ribs gently and winked at him. "Luckily for me."

"Always to the level of the gutter, Remus," Snape drawled, secretly enjoying the lewd implication of Lupin's words and that wink!

"So, tell me about that paint from your wand."

"I wanted to give you a jolt into taking it seriously," Snape said and then raised one eyebrow. "You clearly weren't. But I can't cast a Killing curse at you as I have no intention. So I enchanted my wand that the next spell would be the paint flinging jinx no matter what I said. That way, you'd get the shock I wanted and see how true my aim is and the message would sink in about what can happen if you're unprepared." Snape folded his arms for emphasis.

Lupin smiled. "You got my attention, that's for sure. But what would happen if," Lupin brow furrowed, and his reluctance to say what followed was apparent, "if, for whatever reason, our bond was broken?"

"If our bond breaks, the wand bond also breaks, then may the best wizard win," Snape replied, his voice small, as if he couldn't bear to think, let alone speak, the words he had just articulated.

"Does the bond only deflect aggressive spells? What of others, others that may be necessary?" Lupin asked, as he took at huge mouthful of bread and ham.

"What necessary like force feeding me, you mean?" Snape sneered, but then smiled. "You managed to pin a bob tail on me, didn't you?" Lupin laughed and wrapped his free arm around Snape's shoulder and pulled him to him for a resounding kiss.

"I shouldn't like to think I couldn't create mischief with you at all, Severus. Where's the fun in that?" he grinned. Snape rolled his eyes and turned to his own plate of food.

"Quite. The wand bond recognises intention. It is deep magic. I'm afraid bob tails are not caught by the magic. More's the pity," he drawled. "But it isn't all about fun and tormenting me, you know. We have other magic we need to do too. I want to test your Mind Magic. This is imperative."

"Slave driver," Lupin muttered jokily into his cheese and pickle and then smiled.

It was the last day of term. Dumbledore had requested Snape attend the Leaving Feast, but had diplomatically left them to their own devices for the day other than that.

After they had eaten yesterday, Snape had tested Lupin's power to resist the Imperius curse. He was impressed. He suspected Lupin's Lycanthropy played a large part in that ability. The inner wolf resisted control so it would bolster any effort to Lupin to do so. He had tried over a long period of time, yet Lupin never once succumbed. Snape was proud of this. He too was adept at resisting the Imperius curse, although sometimes it would suit his purpose to play along to get the aggressor's guard low.

Today, he wanted to test Lupin's Occlumency. He knew Lupin used it when fighting. He'd seen that when he first saw him duel. It had surprised him because Lupin always seemed so open. He himself had been in Lupin's mind many times, although only once uninvited. Although now he had put his mind to it, he had never picked up his thoughts in the way he could pick at so many other people's. Perhaps, Lupin used it more than Snape realised.

They started with Snape testing consensually, then asking Lupin to throw him out of his mind. He did so. Each time, Snape cast more insistently to stay and to begin with, Lupin easily cast him out. As Snape's own force of will became more insistent, Lupin became less able to throw him out of mind.

"Occlude your mind against me if you can't cast me out," Snape instructed. He felt Lupin's lovely serene mind gradually shuttering and closing, becoming dark and obscure.

"Faster, we need to work on getting that in place faster ...".

Snape spent hours instructing Lupin, and demonstrating, having Lupin try to attack his mind to see how strong his Legilimency was as well as demonstrate what a fully Occluded mind should feel like. Lupin's Legilimency wasn't bad but not strong enough to be a weapon as Snape's could be. They would have to work harder through the coming weeks.

Snape had reported dutifully on the condition of Potter to Lupin after the Leaving Feast and told him all about Dumbledore's speech. It never ceased to amaze Snape that Dumbledore did not encourage more of a mentor relationship between Potter and Lupin. Whilst Snape was quite happy that Lupin not have any more to do with Potter than was necessary, he knew Lupin would have liked to do more to help the son of his childhood friend, but Dumbledore discouraged it, or found excuses - usually the old chestnut of parents complaining about the presence of a werewolf. Snape thought it odd, possibly even suspicious. Perhaps, only he, the great Albus Dumbledore, was allowed to mentor the child - form the child's mind and opinions for what he was destined to do. Snape wouldn't be at all surprised if Dumbledore had deemed it expedient to reserve that position entirely to himself.

They both found they needed a few stiff drinks after that discussion. They were in bed now, and had been discussing Lupin leaving for Grimmauld Place the next day after they had visited the flat. The conversation was not going well.

"Are you able just to feel some jot of sympathy with Sirius, Severus?" Lupin said gently, holding Snape to him in strong arms, and kissing and running his tongue behind Snape's ear.

"Why exactly?" Snape managed, really not in the least interested in the mangy mutt, especially whilst Lupin was tantalising him.

"He hates his old family home and all its memories and yet Albus wants him to hide there, not leave the house at all. He left at 16 ..."

Snape sat up suddenly. If this was a conversation Lupin wanted, he could have it but he wouldn't sully their love-making by talking about Black at the same time. He folded his arms and looked sullenly at Lupin, who had the temerity to look vaguely amused. Perhaps, Snape thought, I've had too much Firewhiskey.

"He hates his old family home, does he? Bloody clueless, spoilt, entitled, pureblood baby!" Snape spat. "Prime location in London, probably worth tens of thousands of galleons, full to the brim of old family treasures, and our diddums Black doesn't like it. Well, excuse me if my heart doesn't bleed for him, Remus" Snape sneered.

"Severus!" Lupin chided, having also sat up. "I know you and Sirius have your history, but you really don't know him as you think you do. You may know about some purebloods, but you don't know Sirius as I do. He had a desperately unhappy childhood ..."

"I'm sure," Snape mumbled petulantly.

"Yes, he did. It isn't for me to tell you the details, but he had a terrible time at home, especially after being Sorted into Gryffindor ..."

"Don't be ridiculous, Remus! Remember I was good friends with his brother. Whatever story he spun you, it's rubbish, I assure you," Snape said scornfully.

"I know differently, Severus, and I'm sorry you won't listen to me," Lupin said and shuffled under the covers and turned away onto his side. Snape stared at Lupin's back and his shoulders sagged. Why did he rise to the bait? He should have just mumbled and let Lupin carry on his ministrations. We'd be shagging by now, for Merlin's sake.

"Remus?" Snape said softly. Lupin didn't answer. "Remus, don't go to sleep like this. It's our last night before ... well, before you leave."

"I wish you wouldn't scoff at me, Severus," Lupin said, still with his back to Snape.

"I'm sorry," Snape said, stroking Lupin's shoulder. "I'm not scoffing at you, never you..."

"You're only apologising because you want sex," Lupin said, wearily.

"No, that's not the reason, but yes, I do. Very much," Snape said as he licked around Lupin's ear and pressed himself to Lupin's back, snaking his hands around Lupin, one finger stroking one nipple which hardened immediately, as the other hand wrapped its long, dexterous fingers around Lupin's very hard cock. Snape smiled. "And so do you ..." he purred in Lupin's ear.

He stood in their flat. It was a tip. Black had stayed here whilst Lupin had been caring for Snape, using it as a base from which to send charmed letters to members of the original Order. There was certainly no disguising the fact that the man was used to house elves clearing up after him. Either that, or he was just a pig. Snape cast all the charms required to repair, tidy and then clean room by room. He really didn't like the idea of Black sleeping in their bed, but at least Lupin had been at Hogwarts at the time. He stripped the bed clothes to be laundered properly, sheets to be boil washed! Lupin was packing some of his things to take to Grimmauld Place, but not all. They had agreed: this flat was Lupin's home from now on. Dumbledore had summoned Black away so Snape and Lupin would have time there to pack what they needed.

"Last week," Snape said, "I was in the stand for the last task, thinking about coming home to you," Snape sighed as he looked out of the shutters of the window by the bed.

Lupin stopped his packing and joined Snape, wrapping his arms around his waist and planting a light kiss on his cheek. "Tell me what you were thinking, Severus," Lupin murmured seductively, and Snape leaned his head back so Lupin could kiss his neck. "Tell me...". Lupin said, obliging by kissing and licking the exposed muscles of Snape's neck.

"I was ..." he gulped as his nerves jangled in his neck under Lupin's tongue, "trying to decide ... where ..."

"Where what, Severus?" Lupin whispered as he wandlessly, wordlessly, drew his hand down Snape's summer robe to undo it, and slipped his hands inside to stroke his chest, making him arch backwards more. "Hmmm, no shirt ... lovely," Lupin rumbled, his voice becoming deeper.

Snape was becoming inarticulate now. He didn't think he could remember what he had been thinking exactly when the golden shower had started, because all he was thinking now was of the hands that were running across his body, setting fire to his skin, and downwards and the mouth that was kissing and sucking at his prone neck, sending thrills jolting down to his groin, as his own hands reached back to run through Lupin's hair

"Where ... in the flat ... I would shag you ..." he finally managed to gasp as Lupin nipped at his ear and behind it. Lupin hummed deeply. Lupin loved Snape to talk during sex. Snape had no idea why, especially as it was one of the hardest things to do for him by his nature, and when being ravished, even harder!

"Hmmm. Where then, Severus? Tell me where," Lupin was almost growling now and Snape was helpless. Last week the moon waned, but now it waxed so Snape taking Lupin wasn't going to happen. But he didn't care. The issue now was where. Lupin's hands were in his trousers now, one hand wrapped firmly around Snape's cock, teasing it delicately and deftly, and his other hand slowly massaged his balls. Snape didn't care where. Now was all he was interested in and here would do!

" ... bed," he mumbled, it being the nearest surface to them. Lupin chuckled in his ear. Of course, he knew Snape had said the nearest place. Snape suspected Lupin just enjoyed Snape struggling to form words that normally came so readily to him, enjoyed his submission to and immersion in passion.

"Here it is then," Lupin purred and pulled Snape's robe from his shoulders and laid him on the bed to remove his boots and trousers and then leaning in over him to lick firmly up the length of Snape's cock and nibbling and licking at the head, making him groan throatily as he held Lupin's hair. Snape spelled Lupin's clothes away, still holding his hair, not wanting that hot mouth to stop for anything as he writhed under it, vaguely aware that Lupin was pulling his hips to the edge of the bed until his feet touched the floor. Still mouthing and licking Snape's cock, Lupin worked his fingers into Snape's opening, occasionally his thumb circling the Claiming bite above it, tightening his muscles violently around Lupin's fingers as they found his prostate. Snape cried out at the intensity of the thrills and burning shocking his body from Lupin's mouth, fingers and bite, and cried out with each intense thrill: surely there could be no more ecstasy than this?

He barely registered as the mouth left him as the thumb caressed the bite rhythmically as the fingers worked him, then the fingers left but the thumb continued to send thrills inside him as Lupin moved between his legs and then thrust his cock into him full length in one swift motion. Snape arched and cried out at the sharp fullness of it. Lupin stopped, fully embedded, breathing sharply and murmuring Snape's name and Snape could barely breathe at all, so turned on, so full and so on fire, his mind unfocused and both body and mind filled with thick, hot desire.

Lupin moved them both, cradling Snape's back, until Lupin lay on the floor with Snape impaled on him. It was all Snape could do to grind himself on Lupin's cock as his body shocked at the hot column of exquisite heat he felt slice through his body. He could barely register anything but that as he arched against it, his head tipped back, savouring it. Then he heard Lupin encouraging him to move, to ride him, to ride him hard and saying his name softly, breathlessly as he began to stroke Snape's erection as the other hand held his thigh. Snape wasn't sure he could take more and he gingerly began to move himself up, feeling Lupin's cock draw on him deliciously as he breathed in sharply and screwed his eyes shut at the feel and listened to Lupin's low moaning as he reached the tip of Lupin's cock and held himself there before grinding forcefully back down, making them both grunt.

Lupin begged him to ride him, and Snape found his rhythm, measured and controlled at first and then, as their passion burned brighter, faster and more forcefully, Snape bracing himself with his arms, one in front and one behind him as Lupin thrust in time beneath, begging Snape to come as he moved, entranced. He didn't want to, although his body screamed for it. His mind wanted this sensation just here at tipping point – here on the precipice of the shattering of his body and mind – forever. And as he thought it, through the blossoming patterns on the back of eyelids that thrusting onto his own prostate induced, his body succumbed and he cried out Lupin's name repeatedly, hearing his own name growled back, and his orgasm cracked open drenching him in waves of ecstasy that dizzied his mind as they ebbed away.

They stayed in place, breathing, sweating, their eyes shut, for a long time as their bodies sought to calm themselves. Finally, Lupin sat up and took the kneeling Snape in his arms and kissed him lightly as Snape's arms wrapped around him in turn, and he straightened his legs out behind Lupin then circling those around him as they kissed languorously, Lupin humming his satisfaction deep in his throat. They would have to get up and clean themselves soon, although Merlin knew, Snape had never wanted to stay on a floor so much in his life as now. But, they had to.

Albus would be here soon. He was to cast the Fidelius Charm over the flat for them, and he would be their Secret Keeper. Only the three of them were to know of this place for maximum security. Black would never be able to find this place again once the Charm was cast, which suited Snape just fine. But more importantly than that, when Lupin and he were in their marital home at least they would be safe from the Dark Lord. They would only come here to be together, they had already decided that. Apart from those occasions, Lupin would be at Grimmauld Place.

And Snape? Well, unfortunately for Snape, this coming summer meant summonses from the Dark Lord, reporting to Dumbledore at the house of Sirius Black, and living at Spinner's End. It was not at all what they had planned. It certainly wasn't a postponed honeymoon in Greece. But war was coming ... they all knew it. War required different plans.

A/N: Cognosco Coniugo.* Recognise your spouse.

Respiciunt Coniuge et Non Nocere.* Respect your spouse and do not harm him.

Virum* – husband.
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