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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 56: The Watchers

Twigs cracked behind them. Snape's hand twitched to his wand, but Lupin held his own hand over his in a calming gesture.

Keep calm. Follow my lead. Don't – let them provoke you. You're a wizard – they may try.

Snape nodded and, as Lupin stood slowly, so did he, taking note where the pack all were and that, when they emerged, they had Lupin and Snape surrounded. Snape took it all in. Twenty people: thirteen men, seven women. Some were wandless. Their ages appeared to range from late teens to, he guessed, no older than one man in his sixties. Perhaps he was younger and hadn't worn well. Snape wasn't sure when he thought about how prematurely Lupin had aged.

Snape noted Lupin. He was not fully relaxed but neither was he taking an aggressive stance. He was tense, watching the oldest man who had come furthest forward. The Alpha? Snape wondered. Lupin's hand was still outstretched to keep Snape behind him. In other situations, Snape would be affronted, but he would have to defer to Lupin's knowledge of lycanthropic etiquette.

The older man walked softly, barely making any noise on the clearing floor. He had a wand that he had strapped to his leg. Like Lupin, he had not drawn it. His swarthy, weathered face had some deep scars. The type that didn't heal. Cursed scars. His hair was full, shaggy to his shoulders and as white as snow, with bushy sideburns down his jaw. His clothes were shabby, like Lupin's, but unlike Lupin, this man was unkempt and filthy. All of them were, with dirt ingrained in their skin.

"What you doin' here boy?" the man spoke, his voice deep and lilting.

"Passing through," Lupin replied casually. "Not hanging around."

"You're medicated," the man observed, with a faint sniff. Snape stiffened, but Lupin remained still and nodded.

"My mate is not wolfkind," Lupin said softly.

"We know," the man sneered. "How'd a Were come to have a human mate?" Snape was becoming more offended that the conversation was about him, but he could sense that Lupin was relaxing. Perhaps, Lupin saw this interest as a positive sign.

"Met at school. Known each other a long time. Been mated for two years now," Lupin replied.

Snape noted the clipped manner in which both men spoke and how quickly Lupin had fallen into it and the economy of any movement whatsoever.

"School, eh?" The man laughed gruffly. "Went to school myself for a while. That where they taught you to scrub the smell of wolf off you?" The whole pack laughed at this. Lupin smiled his small smile.

"My mate is not wolfkind," Lupin repeated firmly. Snape found it surprising that this seemed to chase the laughter away. But, of course, mating to a werewolf was as important as breathing: he would do what was required to keep his mate. The pack sobered up and looked back to the man.

"Will you breed from him? Looks too narrow for breedin'." The man looked at Snape appraisingly. Snape very much wanted to hex the man's balls off.

"No cub without a pack," Lupin said. "No safety."

The man nodded in agreement. "Can't bring up a cub as a lone wolf. That's not our way." The man looked around himself at the pack, exchanging some form of unspoken agreement.

"Want to run with us a while?" he offered. "See if it fits?"

"For a while," Lupin said. "See if it fits."

"Your mate?" The man nodded towards Snape. "Does he run with you?"

Lupin shook his head. "Has a job. Barmouth. Can't be together all the time."

"Hard on a Were, that is," the man opined, appraising Snape once more.

Lupin nodded. "Yes, it's hard."

The man walked forward now until he stood before Lupin. Lupin stood straighter than before, but still not aggressively, but confidently.

"Name's Idris."

"Like the mountain?"

"Named for her."

Lupin nodded. "Remus Lupin."

"And your mate?"

"Seth Moore."

Idris nodded. "Had a surname once when I had a family. They put me out of the family when I was bitten. Joined this pack then. My family now." His face betrayed no emotion as he stated this.

Lupin nodded once more.

"Turned or born?"

"Turned at five," Lupin replied and Idris drew a sharp breath through his teeth. "You?"

"Fifteen," Idris replied. Snape wondered what had happened to those werewolves who had taken that fifteen year old in. Long gone, he supposed.

"Still hard though," Lupin commented.

"Aye." Idris nodded and then beckoned the others and, as they moved forward, the two men sat at Lupin's fire facing each other. Lupin grasped Snape's hand and Snape sat next to Lupin, as Lupin placed one arm possessively over Snape's shoulder.

One of the men brought forward a large back pack and produced a large kettle and, as if an unspoken cue, the members of the pack started busying themselves setting up a makeshift camp.

"Permanent camp's back over the mountain range, see," Idris said. "But we come up here for the full moon."

"How long have you been coming here?"

"Only since the summer. Used to run up Snowdon but ..." Idris shook his shaggy head, "we were being watched. Didn't care for it."

"Who was watching you?" Lupin asked carefully. Snape thought they both knew who.

Idris narrowed his eyes. "How old are you, boy?"

"Thirty five."

"You'll remember the wizards' first war then?"

Lupin nodded.

"Then you'll know who wants to recruit us." His voice deepened. "We don't say his name." Idris's dark eyes glittered with contempt. "Sends his blood thirsty Were to recruit the packs. Did the same last time. No respecter of rank or mates that Were. Do you know of him and his pack?"

"Greyback?" Lupin asked.

"Aye." Idris nodded, never taking his eyes from Lupin.

"Turned me," Lupin said, his face impassive.

"Is that right?" Idris narrowed his eyes. "When you were five?"

Lupin nodded. "My father offended him. The bite was his punishment."

Snape noted a look of mild surprise on Idris's face. He suspected that was quite unusual for Idris.

"Did your family put you out?" Idris asked.

"No."

Idris nodded, his mouth becoming thin. "And you went to school, just the same?"

"Albus Dumbledore," Lupin said, as if that explained all.

"The Transfiguration Master? Aye, I remember him. He tried to find me after I was bitten. I was in Hufflepuff at Hogwarts." The dark eyes became distant. "For four years anyway." Snape couldn't say why the thought of this gruff werewolf being a Hufflepuff at Hogwarts upset him, but it did. If he guessed right about the man's age, who would he know that might have attended school with him? Who taught at that time? So Dumbledore was a teacher at the time, then Dippet would have been Headmaster. Binns might even have been alive. Not Minerva or Pomona, not even Flitwick. Something nagged in Snape's mind and he wondered – was it possible that – surely – could Idris have been at Hogwarts with the Dark Lord?

"How did you know he looked for you?" Lupin asked quietly.

"Heard it about. News travels when the wolves run," Idris said. Lupin nodded.

"Did you know Dumbledore became Headmaster of Hogwarts after Dippet died?" Lupin asked.

"Aye, heard that too. Imagine that's why you could stay at school?" Idris gave a small smile, the first Snape saw from him. Snape wondered when Lupin would tell Idris more of his connection with Dumbledore – how long into the acquaintance. It was interesting to watch Lupin allow the man to lead the conversation.

They sat quietly for a while, as the rest of the pack set up camp around them, and started to prepare food in a large cauldron over the fire. Snape tried to take in every detail, seeing who had wands and who didn't, at least visibly. He noted there were no children and no-one older than Idris.

"So, how do you eat, Remus Lupin? Make your way in the world without a pack?" Idris asked as the rest of the pack settled themselves around the fire, drinking stream water and some drinking weak tea.

"Anything really," Lupin said. "I take Muggle jobs or short-term jobs amongst wizards. Nothing long-term, obviously. Get research jobs – Dumbledore, sometimes, Gringotts. Those who don't find our kind offensive." Lupin shrugged and Idris nodded.

"What does Seth Moore do in Barmouth?" Idris asked Lupin, not Snape.

"A private tutor to a family. It works well. He gets room and board so I don't have to worry about his shelter if times are rough for us."

"If you found a pack that you were secure in, you would breed, yes?" Idris looked to both Lupin and Snape. Snape was curious why the old man was so interested.

"Yes, if we were secure. Difficult to be secure with he-who-must-not-be-named recruiting actively though." Lupin shook his head, as if in resignation. Snape noted that Lupin did not use the Dark Lord's name here. Clever, he thought, for nothing could give away his allegiance so quickly as that.

Idris nodded. "Tell me, Remus Lupin. You medicate to protect your mate's sensibilities, or because you need to be medicated with wizards generally?"

"Both I suppose," Lupin shrugged. "I never want to kill or turn anyone. I keep my human mind with Wolfsbane."

"I see that. You'll always have to be medicated if you don't breed," Idris said.

"What?" Lupin said, and for the first time since they'd sat down with the pack, Snape saw Lupin's composure slip.

"D'you not know? If it's the blood lust you fear – the point of our curse is to reproduce itself. Once you reproduce, your natural blood lust diminishes. I killed, when I was young. I never turned anyone though: the killin' frenzy was too great. But once I had my first cub, it subsided. I've had several cubs and now I never hunt for blood. Curse is self-fulfilling, you see, one way or another. It won't be denied." Idris looked off into the distance as he spoke, but Snape felt sure Idris knew he had touched a nerve in Lupin, who sat for long time in contemplation, staring into the heart of the fire. Eventually, Lupin broke the silence once more.

"Are all your cubs born werewolves?"

"Aye. Never mated with a human. Don't know what would happen then, whether there'd be a chance it would not be wolfkind." Idris looked directly at Snape when he said this.

Snape watched Lupin's face. He could almost hear the cogs whirring in his head as he sifted through this information.

"You think on it, Remus Lupin. Would it make you more comfortable in your skin to know you didn't have to kill?" Idris looked keenly into Lupin's face, searching. Snape dearly wanted to know what the man was thinking.

Idris and Lupin talked for hours. Snape watched it all. It was as if he didn't exist, so little attention was paid to him, although Lupin never took his arm away from him. He realised as a human mate, the pack considered him beneath their attention. Many in the pack looked at Lupin, often appraisingly, some of the younger men clearly bridling at the attention their leader was paying to him. Snape wondered if the man was looking to enlarge his pack with strong men. If he minded the attentions of Greyback, perhaps he too was seeking to recruit. Snape, in his own capacity as spy, began to wonder if this man, Idris who shunned his family name, Idris who did not kill at the full moon, could be of more assistance than merely just ensuring he did not join Greyback. He was sure Lupin was thinking the same.

It was past nightfall and Lupin had found a large blanket and ground sheet for them in his rucksack and they had huddled underneath it as, one by one, the members of the pack were starting to settle down. They spoke mind to mind as everyone settled, discussing what had been said but drawing no conclusions yet. As he lay in Lupin's arms, he started hear around him the unmistakeable noises of the pack around them having sex.

Are we expected to …

Of course.

I don't think I can.

No-one will look at us.

What about those without mates?

Look-outs.

Still ...

Severus, do you trust me?

He wanted to. He always wanted to when he was near Lupin. Did it matter? He didn't even have his own face. They couldn't recognise him again. And now Lupin was stroking his fingers across his stomach and Snape could feel his resistance crumbling. He sighed heavily at the touch. A werewolf rut. He read about them in his book. Lupin's hands were becoming more demanding on him now, his pulse was quickening and his groin flared at the thought and he kissed Lupin hard by way of assent.

Lupin pulled the blanket closer around them and Snape turned so his back was to Lupin's chest. Lupin gently pulled Snape's trousers down and he felt Lupin do the same to his own. At least, he wouldn't be stripped, but he still felt awkward and vulnerable, listening to the moans and groans of the others around them. Lupin pressed himself up against Snape who felt Lupin's hard cock pressed against his arse as Lupin's hands snaked around his waist and stroked under his shirt and found the bites on his chest. Snape's skin was on fire as soon as they were touched and a moan escaped his throat as his inhibitions began to fade.

Lupin pulled Snape's shirt neck aside ungracefully and found the bite and bit into it just hard enough for Snape to groan as loudly as anyone in that clearing as the smell of the pheromones around him assailed his senses. As Lupin nursed his bites, and his skin shimmered with all the sensations the bites evoked, all Snape could now think of was what his body wanted and what Lupin's body needed as his mouth silently pleaded and he reached his hand behind himself to find Lupin's cock and stroke it as well as he could.

Lupin's hand travelled back to prepare Snape, now panting as the fingers entered him, one small part of him wanting to bite back any noise at all, while the rest of his brain and body responded to the sounds and smells around him of pure sex and desire, adding to his own mounting urgency that he found he could not deny. It was intoxicating. His mind became more and more unfocused; his desire greater as Lupin eventually pushed into him, hitting his prostate immediately. He was lost at that moment. As Lupin hit his sweet spot over and over, charging all his bites as the heavy scent washed over him and quickened his passion, overwhelming Snape completely; his modesty abandoned, his inhibitions shattered and he moaned wantonly for more.

Lupin grabbed his hips and Snape scrabbled to his hands and knees as their blanket fell to the ground and, both now half naked, Lupin started to thrust in earnest, pumping Snape's cock in time as they became more and more fervent, as did all the couples in the clearing, until Snape's arms began to tremble as his orgasm peaked and crashed over him, making him cry out as Lupin thrust his own orgasm forcefully, with a low groan as he caught Snape around the waist as his arms gave way and Lupin brought them both down to the sheet and held Snape's trembling body his arms as he kissed the side of his face, and neither said the other's name.

One by one, each of the couples climaxed, each within their own world and taking no notice of any of the others – except one.

Idris had finished his rut before them. His mate lay next to him and he stroked her rounded hip gently as he lay and watched the lone wolf and his human mate with interest. Watched how the lone wolf had complete physical control of his mate. Watched and saw something else – something he couldn't put his finger on – a connection he hadn't seen before. He wondered whether a wizard wolf could be useful in a pack. Perhaps teach their cubs advanced magic that was denied them. What of his mate? Never had a human run with his pack before. Besotted with his werewolf mate, that much was clear, but an odd one he was. One that watched and listened. One that was constantly thinking. One that also didn't fit in his skin. Idris needed to watch that one more closely.

At dawn, the pack had struck their camp to make their way back to their permanent camp over the mountains. Idris asked again if Lupin would join them. He agreed but advised he need to see his mate back to his job and would return. They trusted him enough to give him the location of their camp and Snape and Lupin left. Once out of their sight, they Apparated back to the farmhouse.

Snape and Lupin spent some hours going over what Snape was to report to Dumbledore when he got back about the numbers in the pack and Greyback looking for them. They agreed they would speak through the mirrors each night or Tippy would be deployed!

Then, with care, Lupin removed the Transfiguration from Snape's face and clothes and embraced Snape tightly once in his own true form once more, making Snape gasp at the fullness of his heart.

"My days of looking at a stranger's face are over, Severus. Yours are the only eyes I wish to see, the only hair I wish to touch, the only body I wish to feel – for the rest of my days."

Lupin had reported on his stay with the pack at the Order meeting. He had stayed with them for a fortnight before pleading work to return to London. The pack of Idris was far larger than that which had congregated on the mountain. There were twenty three cubs, three pregnant women, and seven older Weres who no longer travelled. Lupin reported it was one of the most human of packs. It did not put out its elderly or weak. Idris was keen for Lupin to join the pack and to teach the cubs magic. A long discussion ensued with the Order whether this could then be turned to the Dark by Greyback. Dumbledore and Lupin arranged to discuss the long term plan in greater detail in private the next day, but it was agreed that Lupin should go back to Snowdonia to consolidate this work over the next couple of weeks.

As the meeting broke up, Dumbledore hung back as the others were leaving, pulling Lupin aside and said, "I remember Idris. Idris Lydiard. I tried to find him to bring him back to school once I heard he'd been bitten, but I couldn't find him. Then, when I told Professor Dippet, he told me he would never have allowed Idris back in the school anyway." Dumbledore sighed heavily. "He was a good student. He seemed like a fine boy. His father, I knew very well. Served on the Wizengamot for years. Vereticus said his son had died. That's how some are." Dumbledore gave a faint, apologetic smile to Lupin. "Anyway, I looked for Idris for a long time. Even approached some of the packs, but none would admit to having him. I don't blame them for not wanting to give him up to the wizarding world that had rejected him."

Then Dumbledore turned to Snape. "You'll need to discuss the Wolfsbane regimen with Remus. Why don't I leave you to it?" He looked at them both over his glasses and left the kitchen. "I'm sure you have a lot of catching up to do." He chuckled and left.

They were alone.

"I have some things to take with you," Snape said, as his posture softened and he pulled out his apothecary bag to give the supplies to Lupin. "Some potions, in case anything happens, and I will come at the weekend as a good mate would, and if you are staying after that, we will need to arrange how I get to you ..." Lupin stopped the rest of his sentence with a kiss, pulling Snape close to him and then he sighed his name.

"Later, Severus," he said softly. "I go away shortly." His kissing became more passionate and he wrapped both arms around Snape's waist, as Snape responded to the kiss and the embrace. Still kissing, Lupin started to unbutton the collar of Snape's robe and unwind Snape's cravat until it hung open around his neck and Lupin began to kiss and suck the exposed throat igniting the nerves on Snape's skin. He moaned and let his head roll back as Lupin opened Snape's robe fully.

"Here?" Snape gasped, as Lupin pulled Snape's shirt out of the waistband of his trousers, smoothed his hands under his shirt, and then ran his fingers over Snape's stomach and chest.

"Why not here?" Lupin murmured into Snape's mouth. "Not as public as a woodland clearing."

"Different then ... what about Black ... we should go to your room ... private there." Snape could barely speak as his heart pounded too hard and his groin flared hot, as Lupin's fingers tantalised the bites on his chest and Snape ran his fingers over Lupin's back.

"I've warded the kitchen now, Severus." Lupin had hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Snape's trousers and then smoothed them down Snape's thighs, lowering himself with them and feathering kisses along Snape's exposed hips and thighs as he pulled the trouser leg and boot from one leg and foot only, leaving the trousers pooled around one of Snape's ankles. Snape noticed, but he didn't care, as he watched Lupin's every move as he kissed his way back up Snape's partially clothed body until they kissed again, hands roving freely over each other.

"Undress me, Severus," Lupin murmured.

"But ..." Snape started, but Lupin kissed him silent, as he undid his own trousers to let them fall to his ankles and stepped out of them.

"Don't deny me, Severus," Lupin whispered, his thumb circling his Claiming bite, making Snape's knees weak and sending sharp thrills shooting to his groin, hardening him further. Snape pulled Lupin's shirt off his body and fell on his neck to kiss and suck it, as they grasped each other's cocks and stroked them. Lupin moved them both backwards as they kissed and stroked each other and sat himself on the chair behind him, slouching into it as he guided Snape to straddle his legs, standing, watching his face intently as his fingers started to prepare Snape, oh so gently at first, his other hand still stroking Snape's cock in time. Snape's mind was a blur, his eyes fixed on Lupin's dusky, lust-filled eyes as Lupin guided his cock underneath Snape, murmuring to him, asking him, pleading with him softly as Snape slowly and deliciously filled himself up, grinding onto Lupin as Lupin whispered love and adoration, but Snape could not even speak, he was completely on fire, as he began to pace himself, drawing himself up to grind deliciously down once more until he found a rhythm that made them both moan with searing pleasure.

As the pace increased, Lupin grasped Snape hard and stood, then pushing Snape those three steps back to the table, laying his back over it, to stand embedded inside him as Snape wrapped his legs tightly around Lupin's waist, now dripping with sweat and growling Lupin's name, aflame with desire for more as Lupin started to thrust fast and hard, calling Snape's name as he planted his hands either side of Snape's body to anchor his thrusts and go deeper. Snape groaned loudly as Lupin pierced him to the core over and over again. Lupin pushed his hands up Snape's sides, making his back arch with pleasure and Lupin gasped at the angle, and he threw his arms over his head as he moaned louder still.

"Severus, stroke yourself." Snape, already in a haze of desire and pleasure, moved one of his hands down to his own erection, and started to stroke himself quickly matching the pace of Lupin's thrusts. "That's it, my love," Lupin rasped, rolling himself into Snape, but never taking his eyes from Snape's face or body. "Beautiful," he whispered as he snapped his hips even harder and Snape cried out at the sharpness of it, sending his senses reeling as he felt his orgasm rising.

"No, Severus. Not yet," Lupin ordered, as he covered Snape's body with his own, trapping Snape's hand and cock underneath him. "I want more," Lupin murmured, still thrusting deep and hard. Snape's breathing became even more ragged with the weight of Lupin on top of him as he struggled not to release.

"I need to .." he managed to whisper, his body aching to its core for release.

"Not yet, my love. Hold on for me," Lupin murmured in return, his face now over Snape's, a hair's breadth between them, Lupin's thrusts now erratic and rolling and Snape using his legs locked around Lupin's waist to buck against him as he murmured his pleas for release, his cock burning and his groin so constricted, he thought he would howl as Lupin bucked into him ferociously. "Now, my love," he growled and with that thrust, both came fiercely, crying out harshly, then both just barely breathing having pushed themselves so hard.

Lupin gradually slowed and then kissed Snape tenderly as they told each other they loved each other. Slowly, Lupin stood, drawing his palms down Snape's body, and Snape dropped his legs from Lupin's waist as Lupin pulled away slowly. Lupin helped Snape to his feet, casting a cleaning charm and then knelt on the floor and gently, almost with reverence, pulled on the trouser leg he had taken off and pulled them back up and placed the boot back on Snape's foot and then pulled on his own trousers. He sat in the chair and pulled Snape to his lap as he nuzzled under Snape's shirt collar, kissing his neck, Snape resting his head on Lupin's, and running his fingers over Lupin's still naked back, breathing deeply until they were calm and Lupin found Snape's mouth and kissed him deeply.

"Beautiful. That was beautiful. Thank you, my love," he said, nuzzling his neck. Then he looked into Snape's eyes and said quietly, "Please forgive me for not telling you sooner."

Snape blinked twice in confusion, only just registering the apology as Lupin took his wand from his deep trouser pocket and pointed it to the corner behind Snape's back.

"Sirius Black Revelio. Finite Incantatem!"
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