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The Intentions of Others	By : BunnyBopper Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 3142 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Remus Lupin couldn’t stand it when someone didn’t like him. Even if he outright hated someone he worked hard to make a good impression and usually won them over in the end. It was an unfortunate trait for a werewolf to possess he knew. He was never going to be accepted unless he hid a major part of himself from the world. That was why he had loved his friends James, Sirius and Peter so much. They had accepted him. They had even tried to be like him! Being back in Hogwarts had rekindled some of that sense of joy, even though it was tinged with sadness at the fate that had befallen the three of them. He had truly felt at home here. It was the most free he’d felt in his life being fully himself with them.
Well...not fully himself. He never told them he was gay. Remus had always known he’d liked boys. As far as he was concerned this was just another reason for his friends and everyone else to hate him. His mother and father had unintentionally instilled an intense fear of rejection in Remus with all the hiding and moving around. He'd known his friends had a hateful side and was terrified of losing them. So he’d never stopped their bullying. Remus had preferred to see that hate be channelled into others rather than ever experiencing it for himself. Of course it was Snape, the boy who never hid any part of himself from the world, who received the majority of it.
That was the very reason he had admired him. He would never have admitted it to his friends but Remus thought it was...well...brave...the way Snape didn’t seem to care if he was liked by others or not. He’d seemed happy as long as he had his best friend Lily and the admiration of a few Slytherins. Snape wasn’t bothered that they hated him. He just couldn’t stand the humiliation they put him through on an almost daily basis. Remus often thought back to that first day on the Hogwarts express. When Snape had said exactly what he was thinking to James and Sirius and wouldn’t back down even when it made him their target for years to come. Not like him. Remus always tried to keep his friends more outrageous behaviour under control, but when it came down to it, he always submitted.
Maybe that was why he had thought about Snape so often during those hormone fuelled nights when he’d gotten older. It started out innocently enough. Remus would imagine Snape accepting one of his many apologies after the shrieking shack incident and they would become friends. They would become close and eventually the other boy would share that dry sense of humour just with him. He wasn’t quite sure when the fantasy turned into them kissing but after that it quickly moved to touching. Every time he thought about him he allowed things to go further until they were sucking each other off in supply cupboards.
He was delighted when he’d returned to Hogwarts as Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher to find Severus Snape still hadn’t changed. He wasn’t so delighted to find that Severus still seemed to loathe him just as much as when they were teenagers, if not more. Remus tried his usual tactics to charm him with kindness, patience and his own form of wit but to no avail. Everything he did just seemed to make Severus more and more quietly enraged. Admittedly the boggart fiasco was a bad move but Remus was becoming frustrated and angry himself.
His main frustration was that the old feelings of attraction were still there. Not just still there but stronger than ever. Without the guilt of what his friends would think of him Remus was able to explore these feelings unrestrained. Why did he want Snape so much? True he had grown from the lanky boy he used to be into a man who carried himself with an air of focused determination. The features they’d teased him over in their youth now lent him an unconventional attractiveness. Not to mention that voice...and the way he would look at him so intensely sometimes...and oh no he was exactly Remus’ type.
Severus wasn’t exactly a nice person, obviously, but Remus could sense something deeper under all the bitterness. His fantasies returned but this time Remus was winning him over with his humour. Maybe he could help Severus be happier if they were friends. And then they were kissi- Merlin, why was he acting like a teenager with a crush again?
It wasn’t going to happen anyway. Even if Snape didn’t hate him he was straight. He’d been in love with Lily hadn’t he? Another reason James had never let up on him. And the whole reason he was on their side now. Dumbledore hadn’t told him in so many words but he knew that must be the reason he trusted him, the romantic that he was. What Dumbledore had told him though was that Snape was a talented legilimens, so talented he could even fool Voldemort, and he’d used this to help win the war for them. Remus was filled with an even greater admiration for Severus when he'd learned this. Even though it was slightly worrying that the man he regularly fantasied about fucking was capable of reading his mind at any given moment. It would be fine though. As long as he avoided eye contact he wouldn’t find out.
But then...that day happened. That day where Severus had dragged him into his classroom and propositioned him after he was already so turned on from those black eyes watching him so intently. Then he’d told him he was the first man he’d ever been with. Not that Remus would ever have known. But it was so exciting to be able to introduce him to certain things. Remus would have been happy with just the physical stuff. Not many people got to live out their teenage fantasies after all. But they’d grown closer so quickly. Remus found Severus to be as humourous as he’d always suspected him to be but was also pleasantly surprised to find he could also laugh at himself from time to time. They would talk for hours like actual lovers and even told each other things about their lives. Sad things mostly, neither of them had lead particularly happy ones. But these days Remus was feeling positively euphoric!
Perhaps it was that euphoria that drove him to enter the forest that day even though he was starting the run up to transformation. Severus had said he needed the flowers for a potion he wanted to brew around the full moon, but none of his regular suppliers had any at the moment, and it was too dangerous to enter the forest just for that. Remus was quite sure he could handle it though and apart from a particularly aggressive tree root he came out mostly unscathed (though he had left out the part where he had to charm a herd of centaurs into lowering their arrows from his throat when Severus angrily reprimanded him). Then in his haze of exhaustion and chocolate fuelled bliss he’d told Severus Snape that he loved him.
It was true of course. But it wasn’t exactly the way he’d planned on telling him. Remus ran his hand over his face as he sat down in the comfortable brown chair in his quarters. Maybe it wasn’t so bad; Severus hadn’t seemed too unsettled to learn Remus’ true feelings. He wished he’d said something more though. Severus was getting better at expressing his emotions but maybe this was too much too soon. Apparently that was a theme in their relationship thanks to him. Remus was then roused from his musings by a sudden rapping at his door.
When he opened it Severus pushed past him into the room showing no sign of his usual restrained composure. He didn’t even pause to see if anyone else was around.
‘Now who’s being impolite?’ Remus asked with an amused smile.
He stopped smiling when he saw how flustered Severus looked standing there. Maybe he was more unsettled than Remus first thought. His hair was dishevelled as if he had been repeatedly running his fingers through it and he was biting the skin at the tip of his thumb the way, Remus remembered, he used to do before facing a particularly difficult exam. As he looked at him Remus realised that Severus had never been in his quarters before and he was slightly embarrassed by how sparse and impersonal it was there.
‘I-I came to...I need to tell you I...urgh, Merlin why is this so bloody difficult?!’ Severus keeps his eyes anywhere but Remus’ face as he tries to get his words out.
Remus is silent. He doesn’t know what Severus is going to say. He knows what he hopes he’s trying to say but things could still go either way at this point. The man then moves in close to him with an air of determination. He puts both hands on Remus’ shoulders as if to steady himself. Severus finally looks him in the eye as he speaks.
‘What I’m trying to say is...I’m in love with you too.’
Severus gives a short mirthless laugh then, as if the words sounded ridiculous coming from his mouth, or it was ridiculous who he was saying them to, or both. Remus knows he means them though. Severus never said or did anything he didn’t want to simply to please someone else.
Remus doesn’t reply. He just moves in to kiss him gently. It feels different this time. It feels like home.

***

Severus woke to find himself in an unfamiliar bed for the first time in years. Remus’ naked limbs were tangled up in his own, his sleeping face resting softly against his chest. The events of the night before came back to him.
After he’d finally gotten the words out he’d felt like an idiot. But then Remus had given him the most perfect kiss and they’d slowly moved into his bedroom. They’d undressed each other but they hadn’t gone any further. Not for a lack of trying on Remus’ part but Severus had stopped him as he was clearly exhausted. So they’d just held each other close under his white sheets and soon the werewolf had drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Severus had remained awake for a while longer thinking. He wondered what his teenage self would say to him if he could see them now. What would Lily think? She would be happy he supposed. Severus then had to suppress some laughter at the thought of what the rest of the marauders would have said. He must have made some noise as Remus stirred and pulled him closer. This brought Severus back into the moment and he soon fell into sleep beside him.
He wasn’t sure what time it was but sunlight was streaming through the high window. At this time of year that meant it was at least nine. Severus sat up with alarm before he remembered it was the weekend. This caused Remus to rouse and look at him sleepily.
‘Relax. We do get days off remember? At least I do.’
The teasing had begun already it seemed. Severus lay back down and allowed his heart rate to return to normal.
‘It might be a bit suspicious that we both miss breakfast...’ He said, still worried.
‘I’m sick remember? And I’m sure they’ll survive without your company for one morning.’
Remus had moved in to wrap his arms around him again before kissing his neck. The feel of the stubble on his unshaven face was enough to distract Severus from his anxieties.
‘I suppose I can stay a little longer...’ He said as Remus began tracing his hand in slow circles over Severus’ chest.
Their touching was slow and lazy at first. Hands running over stomachs, arms, backs. Becoming tangled up in hair. Lips grazing each other before moving closer together. It wasn’t long before things became more impassioned. The kissing became deeper and more desperate. Hands strayed further downwards.
Remus turns Severus over onto his side and cradles round him from behind. Severus can’t touch him easily in this position but Remus has access to every part of him and he takes full advantage of this. He snakes his hand around him he moves between touching his chest, stomach, thighs and cock, as if he can’t decide where he wants to spend the most time, while sending further shivers through Severus’ body by tonguing the back of his neck and shoulders.
The urge to touch Remus is strong but he’s turning Severus over again now so that he’s fully on his stomach. He indulges the man as he seems in the mood to take control this morning and, although he didn’t really like to admit it, Severus loved it when he did. Being able to trust someone enough to fully let go was oddly freeing. Remus begins to move his mouth from the top of his neck steadily downwards. He begins to feel slightly alarmed when Remus continues on past the small of his back down to the top of his ass. He must have tensed because Remus is stroking the backs of his thighs and telling him to relax, that he’ll stop if he wants…but he doesn’t want that.
‘No…don’t stop.’ Severus breathes out into the bed as he covers the back of his head with his arms in anxious anticipation. Remus slides his hands slowly higher up Severus’ thighs until he’s lightly caressing his ass. He feels the heat rise in his face as Remus spreads him slightly before running a thumb over his opening. Severus is surprised to find that this simple touch is enough to send a burning pleasure through him causing him to moan into the pillow. He can’t see Remus but he can somehow feel the smirk coming from him. Just then Remus’ thumb is replaced by the wetness of his tongue.
The wrongness of Remus’ mouth being there was exhilarating enough in itself. The feeling is strange but somehow completely enticing. Remus flicks his tongue against him sending ripples of pleasure into him. Severus can’t seem to stay still. He’s grasping handfuls of his own hair with both hands and groaning. He finds himself grinding into the mattress in desperate need of some friction. Remus is moaning into his asshole now, the vibration sending Severus into more fits of writhing. From the sounds Remus is making and the motion of his hand Severus can tell that he’s touching himself. The movements of his tongue become less controlled and more frenzied as he gives in to his own desire.
Just as Severus begins to think he can’t take much more of this Remus stops. With a final brush of his mouth over him Remus moves his hands back up to coax him over onto his back. He’s glad to be able to see Remus’ face again. It’s flushed with pleasure as he moves his focus to Severus’ cock. He wraps a hand around it and begins to stroke his length while circling the head with that incredible tongue. Their eyes meet and Remus gives him a seductive half smile. A smile that says Severus has no idea what’s about to hit him.
There are several more moments of the intoxicating pleasure of Remus’ mouth fully around him before his hand is sliding down to his ass again. He rests two fingers against his entrance before moving them slowly. Severus inhales sharply as he tenses again. This was completely new and terrifying and absurdly thrilling and - Oh God - Severus wanted it so much right then. Remus runs his free hand reassuringly over his hip while making eye contact and Severus realises he’s seeking permission. The sight of Remus looking up at him with his mouth around his cock would make him agree to anything of course.
‘Uhh, yes. Do it.’
Without pausing the slow rhythm his mouth had found, Remus withdraws his fingers and when they returns they are slick with something. Severus is briefly impressed by his preparedness before those fingers slowly enter and stretch him one at a time.
‘Nnn…uhh…fuck.’ Severus’ usual eloquence eludes him as Remus begins to move his fingers inside him. With a skill only brought about by experience he soon finds a spot where the feeling is particularly sensitive. It’s a strange feeling of pressure that slowly starts to build into a warm pleasure that only serves to intensify the one Remus’ mouth is already producing. Severus has time to briefly reflect on how he’d managed to reach thirty-three without having discovered this until his mind is no longer capable of forming such detailed thoughts.
As Remus’ mouth moves faster Severus can feel himself getting close. He starts grinding down on his lover’s fingers and moaning his name. Remus withdraws his mouth from his cock but leaves his lips brushing tantalisingly against it as he watches him with an expression of enjoyment. The fingers are still pulsing. It’s not enough to make him come but it’s enough to keep him right at the edge as wave after wave of pleasure hits him. He knows in reality it’s been minutes but it feels like he’s been like this for hours before Remus begins to trace that tongue back along his cock again. This brings forth a fit of desperate, shameless begging from Severus’ lips.
‘Oh yes Remus, please please please, I can’t-please…’
Remus seems to enjoy being the one to withhold gratification this time if his wicked smile is anything to go by. He can’t quite seem to bring himself to be a cruel as Severus usually is though as he takes him into his mouth again before grasping the base of him tightly in his left hand. Severus can only thrash and cry out loudly, certain at one point that the strength of what he’s feeling is going to be too much for him. Then he’s having an intense full body orgasm that seems to go on forever. When it’s finally over tears are stinging his eyes. He’s not sure if he’s ever felt this vulnerable. Not even when he told the man he loved him last night.
Remus clambers on top of him and brushes the hair out of his face before kissing it repeatedly and asking if Severus is OK. He can’t quite form words yet so he simply nods his reassurance and kisses him. As their lips meet Remus begins to thrust against him as if he can’t contain himself. He moans into Severus’ mouth as he slips between his thighs and continues to move. It still astounds Severus that he can exact such fierce arousal from Remus with very little effort on his part. Severus can see his face tighten with pleasure before he buries it into Severus’ chest and starts to breathe harder. He moves his hands round to Remus’ hips encouraging him to move faster. He’s soon groaning out his name and Severus feels the heat of him coming against his ass.
Remus pressed his forehead against Severus’ and for some reason the two men begin to laugh softly. They stay in bed for the rest of the morning. Laughing, talking, touching, until Severus insists on tearing himself away. The expectation of seeing each other later is unspoken between them.

***

It’s the night of the full moon. Remus will be alone and tormented in that forsaken shack and all Severus can do is sit there in his quarters. He feels an angry frustration at his uselessness – unfairly forgetting that he is one of the few people who can brew the one thing that helps and had done so free of charge even before the feelings between them developed.
He really should have asked Albus for a bonus come to think of it, but he’d never really felt in the position to demand anything from him. Not even the job he wanted so much. He was passionate about potion making but he knew the Dark Arts. He’d lived them, almost been consumed by them only to come out the other end and back into the light. Severus knew he could use that knowledge to truly prepare the students for what was out there. Maybe even prevent a few young Slytherins from succumbing themselves. Perhaps he was less jaded than he’d lead Remus to believe on that first evening together.
Though Severus had to admit the man was doing a good job. He’d been relieved to see the students were more competent than they’d been in years, thanks to Remus, when he’s stepped in to cover his class. Not that his pride would let that show to any of them. They’d agreed he would be the one to cover werewolves. Remus wasn’t sure he could face teaching the children about a ‘dark creature’ that he himself was, at least not this year anyway. Not to mention the derogatory language still used in some of the textbooks was simply appalling! Severus is just starting to compose an angry owl in his head to the department of education when he’s interrupted by the arrival of someone at his quarters.
His stomach leaps at the thought it might be Remus but of course the rational part of his brain knows that isn’t possible. He should have recognised the unassuming knock of Albus Dumbledore, his only other semi-regular visitor.
‘Good evening Severus. I was in the mood for a nightcap when I felt the urge for your company! Mind if I join you?’ Albus was smiling warmly and holding up a bottle of Ogden’s Old firewhisky.
‘Certainly Headmaster, always a pleasure.’ Severus tries to keep the awkwardness he’s feeling out of his voice. He usually enjoyed Albus’ visits but this was the first time they would speak privately since Severus – what? – came out to him? He’d really done that. Merlin. Albus entered the room and sat down in the chair next to his unlit fireplace with a sigh.
‘Do you mind if I-?’ Albus points his want at it before it bursts into a merry crackling of flames before he has time to answer. Severus conjures two tumblers and sets the bottle to pouring them a measure each, adding the splash of water he knows Albus prefers but leaving his own straight. Severus reminds himself not to overdo it and loosen his tongue any more than he already has.
They discuss safe topics for a while; Ministry bureaucracies and current affairs in the wizarding world. They had just finished discussing Olivander’s latest wandlore research on the connectivity of wands with twin cores when Severus senses that Albus can hold the real reason he was here no longer.
‘I must confess Severus, what I’m most interested in is how your romancing is going…’the old wizard asks him as casually.
‘Very well. Thank-you.’ Severus responds stiffly. Albus continues to look at him expectantly but Severus simply gives him a challenging stare back.
‘Is that really all you’re going to say on the matter?’ He asks, allowing his disappointment to show freely.
‘Yes.’
‘I had hoped you would feel able to speak with me about it.’
‘You hoped you could nose into my business you mean.’ Severus says, not unkindly as the bottle pours out more whiskey for each of them.
‘Well, that and live vicariously through you. Let me tell you, when I was your age-‘
‘Stop. Please. I really don’t need those mental images.’
Albus chuckles and they sit in companionable silence for a while.
‘But honestly Severus, you seem much less – how can I put this?- uptight than you have been in years. I believe the students have also noticed a change in you. Even Longbottom seems to be quaking less after he leaves your class.’ Severus freezes. Was his happiness really that obvious to everyone? He was going to have to reign it in. ‘Anyway, all I’m trying to say it that I’m happy for you.’ He finishes, raising his glass and finishing his drink. After Severus follows suit Albus stands up to leave.
‘Thank-you for the visit, Albus. I truly do always appreciate your company.’ Severus says as he walks him to his door.
‘As I do yours, my boy!’ The Headmaster says brightly. ‘And I thought you might be particularly lonely tonight what with Remus being away. Goodnight!’
The man exits his quarters without stopping to take in the look of abject horror on Severus’ face.
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