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Direct quotes in bold from Chapter 24 of OotP are © J.K. Rowling

Chapter 63: Occlumency

This was their last night before Snape had to return to Hogwarts. Only a week after the full moon, Lupin was very much Snape's this night. Snape thought briefly that he should confess how he had behaved at Grimmauld Place, but there was time enough for that later. Lupin had awoken so receptively to his touch when he had slipped into bed behind Lupin, snaking his hands around him and stroking his chest, making Lupin stretch out in pleasure as he drew his hands across his nipples, hardening them, and enjoying the small gasp Lupin emitted, Snape put all thoughts of his own behaviour aside.

Snape kissed and licked Lupin's exposed neck and shoulder and Lupin stretched his neck for more and hummed as he stroked Snape's arms with his fingertips, and Snape pressed his body against Lupin's back, savouring the feel of his flesh as he pressed his already very hard cock against Lupin's backside, slowly rubbing himself between the two mounds, a faint growl building in his own throat as Lupin writhed slowly and enticingly against him, trapping his cock allowing Snape to stroke his cock between Lupin's butt cheeks, exciting them both. Snape's hands clasped over Lupin's hips and held Lupin to him hard making Lupin moan as he worked himself against Lupin's soft skin, and became aware from the movement of Lupin's arm that he was stroking himself sensuously in time with Snape's self excitement, both of them now breathing shallowly.

He groaned as he watched Lupin over his shoulder stoking himself so deftly, until he could barely breathe as his head became so muzzy with hot desire and his groin and gut flared so brightly he bit into Lupin's shoulder and he groaned loudly and he took Lupin's cock from him, pumping him harder so Lupin's head tipped back and he cried out with the roughness of Snape's grasp, and Snape's other hand guided Snape's cock and then one finger traced Lupin's glistening opening and Snape inserted just the tip of his cock, and steadied himself so he wouldn't come too quickly, although he was aroused almost beyond endurance. He stilled his hips and hand and breathed deeply again as he listened to Lupin's murmured encouragement and pleading: "Please, Severus," "Oh my darling, please," and then pushed in so slowly that neither man could barely breathe and both gasped with the sheerness of the feeling, Lupin emitting a low moan as Snape then sank gloriously in to the hilt, biting his lip to stifle a cry as he wrapped his other arm around Lupin's waist to anchor him.

Snape couldn't last too long. He driven himself too hard against Lupin's skin and he felt excited to bursting point already, but as he hit Lupin's sweet spot for the first time and heard the delicious cry he gave, his excitement burned deeper still and his mind slowly unravelled as his thrusting became faster as Lupin begged him, clamping hard and beautifully around his cock as he threw his hands over his head to bury them in Snape's hair. Snape now snapped his hips as hard as he could, his own wanton cries echoing Lupin's own as he pumped Lupin with his hand and with his cock, gradually becoming erratic as his orgasm rose, and he held it as long he could until he felt Lupin release with a wild cry, and then let it crest and crash over him as Lupin's orgasm clamped his own pulsing cock and he emptied into Lupin's trembling body that he held so tightly, panting into his shoulder as the ecstasy shook him bodily and then ebbed away.

Lying in soaked sheets, their bodies plastered together, Snape didn't release Lupin's body at all, and all Lupin could manage was to move his hands back to hold onto Snape's arms as he turned his face to meet Snape's and they kissed gently until sleep got the better of them both.

Snape and Lupin had only had time for the briefest of goodbyes the following morning as they both overslept.

Lupin, together with Tonks, was guarding Potter yet again, this time on the journey back to Hogwarts by, of all things, the Knight Bus. Snape could not fathom why Dumbledore thought of such a ridiculous mode of transport for the children's journey. As fey as the decision may have been, it meant that Lupin would be having breakfast at Grimmauld Place and they would not now be together until the weekend.

oooOOOooo

As Lupin and Tonks and their charges were wending their erratic way to Hogwarts, Snape had Apparated to the Apparition point at the boundary of the Hogwarts wards and on to his appointment with Dumbledore to discuss how to proceed with the Occlumency lessons.

"I have increased the protective enchantments, especially against penetrative influences, around the castle. While this will not have the effect of preventing the connection between Harry and Voldemort, Voldemort will find when he pushes at the connection as he says he has been doing, he will recognise the strengthened barriers and that they are my handiwork – or wandwork, if you will - and, hopefully, believe that there is no failure on your part to break Harry's mind. He will work at breaking them down, but I shall rebuild them periodically throughout the term."

Dumbledore sat forward and peered at Snape. "The respite this gives us both will also give you the opportunity to investigate the connection while you teach Harry - find out more about what he is seeing and experiencing through Voldemort. Report to me everything you see. There are things that may be vital, that Harry cannot possibly know the significance of.

"I also want your first cast of the spell to be done without preparing Harry properly -" Snape started in his chair but Dumbledore held out his hand pacifically. "Just this once. It is important to your survival that you are able to demonstrate you attempted to carry our Voldemort's instructions. After the lesson, you and I will work on the memory together. It won't be pleasant for Harry but, once he starts learning properly, any minimal damage done will be repaired."

Snape glared at Dumbledore. "You would have me attack and then spy on the mind of a child," said Snape, appalled.

"Come now, Severus," Dumbledore chided. "You cannot deny the importance of this connection. What you are able to discover may lead to vital information, vital to defeating Voldemort. You do not, after all, need to damage the boy to obtain this information for me."

"You do not consider intruding on his thoughts damaging?" asked Snape, finding himself chilled by Dumbledore's amoral instruction against Lily's child.

"Not if he doesn't know, no. I think the intrusion that you will need to carry out to teach the art in any event is a small price to gain for the intelligence we may learn."

"I am not comfortable with this, Albus."

"It is not a request, Severus."

oooOOOooo

The first day of term was always trying. Added to that, today would be the first Occlumency lesson with Potter. Dumbledore had told him the boy had proved adept at resisting the Imperius Curse, so surely he would be able to apply those skills. Also, as a determined and stubborn rule-breaker, Potter should surely possess the strength of mind. But he was troubled by what Dumbledore had asked him to do. It made his flesh crawl – it felt like a despoiling. It didn't matter that Dumbledore had ordered it: it made it no better. The boy would know – he would feel it – he would fight back – retaliate. Snape sighed heavily. He removed several of his most potent memories of Lupin and placed them into Charmed phials, securing them away in the magical safe in the corner of his office in case the boy retaliated successfully. It was probably best those were secured for the rest of the term, he thought, as he heard Potter enter his office.

'Shut the door behind you, Potter.'

While the boy did so, Snape moved into the light and pointed silently to the chair opposite his desk. They sat opposite each other, Snape's eyes fixed unblinkingly on Harry, as he struggled with what he saw every time he looked at this boy.

He looked into the face of James Potter, and saw Lily staring back at him. How he would have delighted in teaching this art to Lily, as he always delighted in anything he had taught her; showing off his prowess in that which he knew there were few better than he. And Lily, so intelligent and keen, would have lapped up every word greedily – he knew no brighter witch than she had been – both in intelligence and in personality. This child was nothing in comparison with her but how he wished he could look in Harry Potter's eyes and find his friend.

'Well, Potter, you know why you are here,' he said. 'The Headmaster has asked me to teach you Occlumency. I can only hope you prove more adept at it than at Potions.'

'Right,' said Potter, tersely.

'This may not be an ordinary class, Potter,' said Snape, his eyes narrowed not wanting the child to feel any more self-important than he already did, 'but I am still your teacher and you will therefore call me "sir" or "Professor" at all times.'

'Yes ... sir,' said Potter.

'Now, Occlumency. As I told you back in your dear godfather's kitchen, this branch of magic seals the mind against magical intrusion and influence.'

'And why does Professor Dumbledore think I need it, sir?" said the boy, looking directly into Snape's eyes. Truly, the boy could be astonishingly obtuse, thought Snape incredulously.

Snape looked back at him for a moment and then said contemptuously, 'Surely even you could have world that out by now, Potter? The Dark Lord is highly skilled at Legilimency –'

'What's that? Sir?'

'It is the ability to extract feelings and memories from another person's mind –'

'He can read minds?' said Potter quickly.

'You have no subtlety, Potter,' said Snape, his dark eyes glittering. 'You do not understand fine distinctions. It is one of the shortcomings that makes you such a lamentable potion-maker.'

Snape paused for a moment, wondering how to explain this to Potter, before continuing. Idris had the same misunderstanding but Snape had not felt the need to criticise him, he recognised. But then, Idris's mental well-being and the future of the wizarding world hadn't depended upon his understanding the distinctions.

'Only Muggles talk of "mind-reading". The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter – or at least, most minds are.' He smirked. 'It is true, however, that those who have mastered Legilimency are able, under certain conditions, to delve into the minds of their victims and to interpret their findings correctly. The Dark Lord, for instance, almost always knows when somebody is lying to him. Only those skilled at Occlumency are able to shut down those feelings and memories that contradict the lie, and so can utter falsehoods in his presence without detection.'

'So he could know what we're thinking right now? Sir?'

'The Dark Lord is at a considerable distance and the walls and grounds of Hogwarts are guarded by many ancient spells and charms to ensure the bodily and mental safety of those who dwell within them,' said Snape. 'Time and space matter in magic, Potter. Eye contact is often essential to Legilimency.'

'Well then, why do I have to learn Occlumency?'

Snape eyed Harry, tracing his mouth with one long, thin finger as he did so. He had wondered if the boy had any concept of the danger that this connection could mean for him: it was clear he did not.

'The usual rules do not seem to apply with you, Potter. The curse that failed to kill you seems to have forged some kind of connection between you and the Dark Lord. The evidence suggests that at times, when your mind is most relaxed and vulnerable – when you are asleep, for instance – you are sharing the Dark Lord's thoughts and emotions. The Headmaster thinks it inadvisable for this to continue. He wishes me to teach you how to close your mind to the Dark Lord.'

The boy's consternation was palpable.

'But why does Professor Dumbledore want to stop it?' he asked abruptly. 'I don't like it much, but it's been useful, hasn't it? I mean ... I saw that snake attack Mr Weasley and if I hadn't, Professor Dumbledore wouldn't have been able to save, would he? Sir?'

Snape stared at Harry for a few moments, still tracing his mouth with his finger. It was imperative that the boy understood what he was seeing. The sooner he could use Occlumency to stop it the happier Snape would be, but he feared the boy would see himself as in some way gifted by this in that foolish manner of Gryffindors. When he spoke again, it was slowly and deliberately, ... he weighed every word.

'It appears that the Dark Lord has been unaware of the connection between you and himself until very recently. Up till now it seems that you have been experiencing his emotions, and sharing his thoughts, without his being any the wiser. However, the vision you had shortly before Christmas –'

'The one with the snake and Mr Weasley.' Snape shut his eyes at the pointless interruption.

'Do not interrupt me, Potter,' said Snape in a dangerous voice. 'As I was saying, the vision you had shortly before Christmas represented such a powerful incursion upon the Dark Lord's thoughts –'

'I saw the inside of the snake's head, not his!'

'I thought I just told you not to interrupt me, Potter?' The boy's excitement was rising and he had moved forwards in his chair so that, without realising, he was perched on the very edge, tense as though poise for flight.

'How come I saw through the snake's eyes if it's Voldemort's thoughts I'm sharing?'

'Do not say the Dark Lord's name!' spat Snape. If the brat knew, had even an inkling, of how the Dark Lord punished even his followers who broke the Taboo on his name ... but Snape had seen it. Oh yes, Snape had witnessed witches and wizards – the Dark Lord's own acolytes – with the flesh flayed from their very bones or their minds savaged until they could no more than drool for perceived plotting – all because they dared to speak the Dark Lord's name, the utterance of which he had declared Taboo as being disrespectful to him. Then the Dark Lord extended his Taboo to other wizards – using it to trace those who opposed him. Fear of the name spread like wild fire: only those very powerful or very foolish continued to say the name. Until the day he died, even if Merlin himself vouched that the Dark Lord was no more, Snape would not speak his name.

There was a nasty silence. They glared at each other across the Pensieve.

'Professor Dumbledore says his name,' said Potter snidely.

'Dumbledore is an extremely powerful wizard,' Snape muttered. 'While he may feel secure enough to use the name ... the rest of us ...' He rubbed his left forearm, the conduit for any breaking of the Taboo by him to be known to his blood master.

'I just wanted to know,' the boy began again, and Snape could hear he was forcing his voice back to politeness, 'why –'

'You seemed to have visited the snake's mind because that was where the Dark Lord was at that particular moment,' snarled Snape. 'He was possessing the snake at the time and so you dreamed you were inside it, too.'

'And Vol- he – realised I was there?'

'It seems so,' said Snape coolly.

'How do you know? Is this just Professor Dumbledore guessing, or -?'

'I told you,' said Snape, rigid in his chair, his eyes slits, 'to call me "sir".' Snape's anger flared as he recalled the application of the torture curse and the pain of being flung across the hall of that filthy manor for what the child thought was a guess.

'Yes, sir,' said Potter impatiently, 'but how do you know –'

'It is enough that we know,' said Snape repressively. This was a conversation Dumbledore should have already had with the boy for Snape certainly didn't have the patience for the brat's incessant questioning. 'The important point is that the Dark Lord is now aware that you are gaining access to his thoughts and feelings. He has also deduced that the process is likely to work in reverse; that is to say, he has realised that he might be able to access your thoughts and feelings in return –'

'And he might try and make me do things? Sir?'

'He might,' said Snape, doing his best to sound cold and unconcerned, although the prospect of the Dark Lord controlling Harry Potter, beloved of the Headmaster, within the confines of Hogwarts Castle was a truly appalling one that froze his very core. 'Which brings us back to Occlumency.'

Snape pulled out his wand and removed his memories of that day by the Black Lake and placed them in Dumbledore's Pensieve in case, by some fluke, the boy managed to make the spell rebound. Then he picked up the Pensieve carefully, removed it to a shelf out of the way and returned to face Potter with his wand held at the ready.

'Stand up and take out your wand, Potter,'

They faced each other with desk between them.

'You may use your wand to attempt to disarm me, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of,' said Snape.

'And what are you going to do?' Potter asked, eyeing Snape's wand apprehensively.

'I am about to attempt to break into your mind,' said Snape softly. 'We are going to see how well you resist. I have been told that you have already shown aptitude at resisting the Imperius Curse. You will find that similar powers are needed for this ... brace yourself, now. Legilimens!'

Snape struck before Harry was ready, before he had even begun to summon any force of resistance. Despite this being agreed with Dumbledore to create a memory for Snape when the Dark Lord searched his mind to ensure Snape had followed his instructions correctly, it repulsed Snape to do it. Snape knew it would be unpleasant for the boy to be unprepared, but Dumbledore insisted that it would only hurt his pride. Snape was not convinced, but then – Potter had plenty of pride, after all.

Potter was small and jealous of a fat boy riding a new red bicycle. Older, a bulldog chasing him up a tree and people (Who?) laughing below. The Sorting Hat telling him he would do well in Slytherin (No!). Miss Granger's face covered with thick black hair. Dementors closing in on him beside the dark lake. Miss Chang under the mistletoe. The boy was starting to resist after the initial shock and his mind was twisting and turning and now the boy was shouting.

Suddenly and quickly and clearly reflexively, the boy produced a sharp, strong Stinging Hex to Snape's wrist and the spell broke and the boy fell to the floor colliding with the leg of Snape's desk as Snape rubbed at the angry weal.

'Did you mean to produce a Stinging Hex?' asked Snape coolly.

'No,' the boy admitted, getting up from the floor.

'I thought not,' said Snape contemptuously. 'You let me get in too far. You lost control.'

'Did you see everything I saw?' Potter asked.

'Flashes of it,' said Snape, his lip curling. 'To whom did the dog belong?'

'My Aunt Marge,' the boy muttered, his hatred of Snape radiating from him.

'Well, for a first attempt that was not as poor as it might have been,' said Snape, raising his wand once more. 'You managed to stop me eventually, though you wasted time and energy shouting. You must remain focused. Repel me with your brain and you will not need to resort to your wand.'

'I'm trying,' said Potter angrily, 'but you're not telling me how!'

'Manners, Potter,' said Snape, deciding he could no longer in good conscience continue with Dumbledore's instructions now that the boy had called him on not preparing him. What he had would have to be enough. 'Now, I want you to close your eyes. Clear your mind, Potter,' said Snape, keeping his voice even. 'Let go of all emotion ...'

But he could feel Potter's anger at him. He had forcibly invaded the boy's mind; of course he was furious.

'You're not doing it, Potter ... you will need more discipline than this ... focus, now ... Let's go again ... on the count of three ... one - two – three – Legilimens!'

A great black dragon. Lily! – Lily and James Potter waving at him. Cedric Diggory's dead eyes staring at him. Snape's own heart lurched to see the three so vividly – so see Lily so vividly.

'NOOOOOOO!' the boy cried out in anguish and resistance, but in truth Snape had broken the spell before he resisted, he himself in shock at the strength of his reaction to these insights.

The boy was on his knees again, his face buried in his hands and Snape could tell he had injured him. The boy had not shut down one single emotion. He had to learn; he simply must: he could not afford to be inept – too much was stake but – Snape felt uneasy and unbalanced: sure that it could not be within his Vow to injure the boy intentionally no matter what Dumbledore might say. And to see Lily – oh Lily – he didn't want this access to Potter's mind – not at all - not one bit of it.

'Get up!' said Snape sharply to cover his own distress. Why could the boy not even try? 'Get up!' You are not trying, you are making no effort. You are allowing me access to memories you fear, handing me weapons!'

'I – am – making- an – effort,' the boy said through clenched teeth.

'I told you to empty yourself of emotion!'

'Yeah? Well, I'm finding that hard at the moment,' Potter snarled.

'Then you will find yourself easy prey for the Dark Lord!' said Snape savagely. 'Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked so easily – weak people in other words – they stand no chance against his powers! He will penetrate your mind with absurd ease, Potter!'

'I am not weak,' said Potter in a low voice, but Snape could feel the fury now pumping through the boy and his urge to attack Snape and he even understood it, but Potter had to learn to put it aside – just as Snape himself had had to learn to put aside his own appalling temper to master Occlumency.

'Then prove it! Master yourself!' spat Snape. 'Control your anger, discipline your mind! We shall try again! Get ready, now! Legilimens!'

A fat man hammering the letterbox shut. Dementors. Running along a windowless passage with Arthur Weasley ... nearer and nearer to the plain black door at the end of the corridor then being led off to the left, down a flight of stone steps ...

'I KNOW! I KNOW!' the boy shouted exultantly and dropped to the floor. Snape noticed that he knew the boy's scar was prickling unpleasantly. He picked up the sensation quite plainly and stopped the spell, wondering if he had caused it.

'What happened then, Potter?' he asked, eyeing Harry intently. This is what Dumbledore was after, he was sure.

'I saw – I remembered,' the boy panted. 'I just realised ...'

'Realised what?' Snape asked sharply reading very clearly the corridor in which Arthur Weasley had been attacked.

'What's in the Department of Mysteries?'

'What did you say?' Snape asked quietly, unnerved and wondering how the boy knew that location.

'I said, what's in the Department of Mysteries, sir?'

'And why,' said Snape slowly, 'would you ask such a thing?'

'Because,' said Potter, watching Snape closely for a reaction, 'that corridor I've just seen – I've been dreaming about it for months – I've just recognised it – it leads to the Department of Mysteries ... I think Voldemort wants something from –'

'I have told you not to say the Dark Lord's name!' Snape hissed angrily.

They glared at each other. Snape tried to hide his agitation as he felt heat prickle in his Mark, knowing that the boy's scar burnt with it; when he spoke again he tried to sound cool and unconcerned, but he was sure that at this instant the Dark Lord was also pushing at the boy's mind.

'There are many things in the Department of Mysteries, Potter, few of which you would understand and none of which concern you. Do I make myself plain?'

'Yes,' Potter said, still rubbing his scar. Snape felt the boy's prickling scar again. The Dark Lord's intrusion was far greater than they had originally thought. As much as he was loathe to do it and had originally agreed one lesson a week with Dumbledore, it was now clear to Snape that it was crucial that the boy learnt to Occlude and he would need more lessons than planned. He had vowed this for his friend.

'I want you back here same time on Wednesday. We will continue work then.'

'Fine,' said the boy petulantly.

'You are to rid your mind of all emotion very night before sleep; empty it, make it blank and calm, you understand?'

'Yes,' said Potter, although it was clear he was barely listening.

'And be warned, Potter ... I shall know if you have not practised ...'

The boy shuffled off and Snape turned his back and scooped his own thoughts out of the Pensieve with the tip of his wand and replaced them inside his own head and he thought very carefully about what he had seen.

oooOOOooo

Dumbledore pressed a tot glass of single malt whisky into Snape's hand and they both sat. Snape was subdued for a long time.

He had given his memory of the lesson to Dumbledore and they had just watched it all in the Pensieve. As they watched, Snape described to the best of his ability all of the shreds of memories he had seen and all the feelings he had experienced from Potter, including his undoubtedly righteous resentment at Snape's intrusion into his mind.

"The Dark Lord's incursion into Potter's mind is far further along than I had ever dreamt, Albus. He has been dreaming of the Department of Mysteries for months."

"He dreams of it because it is constantly on Voldemort's mind. Now, you will need to monitor these thoughts. He may pick up on Order members' conversations and inadvertently pass information through this connection to Voldemort enabling him to get the Prophecy. You also need to watch out for any alien ideas that Voldemort plants in his mind."

"Potter's mind is itself completely alien to me Albus," Snape commented snidely, then he huffed angrily. "I am not happy with intruding on the boy like this, Albus. Not only does it enforce an intimacy on me with the boy that I have absolutely no desire for; whilst he is still a novice at this, it will not enable him to build these defences properly. He is temperamental and if I keep breaching his private memories, he will never control his emotions so he will not learn. How will this help us at all?"

"I trust you not to intrude too far, Severus," Dumbledore said quietly.

"I'd prefer not to do this at all!" he snapped, and then sighed. "Wouldn't it be easier and not to mention safer if you were just to talk to the boy, rather than run from him? He trusts you completely."

"We have already discussed this," Dumbledore responded sharply. "It is best for everyone, including and particularly Harry, that Voldemort does not have the temptation of being able to get to me." Snape started to protest again, but Albus held up a hand to silence him. "No more, Severus. Now, we need to work on this memory."

With that, Snape fashioned a memory consisting mainly of his first intrusion into Potter's mind and then linked it to the other memories as if had been obtained without giving Potter any guidance or opportunity to defend himself. The rest of the memory he repressed behind his Occlumency barriers. Then Dumbledore tested the memory for flaws and weaknesses. They worked solidly on it for over an hour before Snape retired to his own quarters for the night, with a resounding headache and uneasy in his conscience. He took a strong headache potion and had a very long bath to try to ease the tension before settling down in bed to speak to Lupin through the mirror.

Snape could tell that Lupin could see his distress as soon as they started to speak. He told him everything that he had done to Potter and why he was worried about it.

"But Albus says it's safe, doesn't he? I mean, he wouldn't harm Harry? Surely, he would never harm Harry?"

"He says so," Snape confirmed, but in his heart he was uneasy. "Remus – you know me: I am not a soft-hearted man who treats children with care. They rarely even merit my notice. I care not if they hate me, or fear me. But there are lines that should not be crossed. Do you understand?" he asked desperately. And the two talked around the issues for ages, Lupin's good sense and complete belief in the goodness of Dumbledore soothing the troubled waters of Snape's mind, gradually easing and relaxing his fraught mind until he was so relaxed, Lupin talked him into touching himself using the mirrors. He had not done this for so long, he was quite excited and he told himself, he definitely deserved this type of relaxation after such a tiresome day.

They each enlarged the mirrors with the charm and looked at each other, still so very enticed by the other's naked body, Snape so very entranced to see the man in the mirror touch himself and then feel how Snape made him feel, all these hundreds of miles away.

Watching Lupin's eager expression, Snape touched his neck bite lightly, provoking a fierce arousal, and as he watched, he saw Lupin's erection grow. Snape breathed in deeply as he felt Lupin's hands and caressing his body as he caressed the bite. His instinctive reaction was to close his eyes, but he fought against it so he could watch Lupin as he arched and stretched deliciously, the sight itself arousing Snape even further. He touched the bite below his stomach and felt the sensation inside himself of his prostate being stroked and his own muscles contracting strongly against it, and watched and listened to Lupin's groans and writhings of pleasure as he worked the bite insistently, his own breath beginning to hitch as his pleasure heightened and the stroking of his prostate began to override his control as his eyes rolled back and blossoms exploded against his eyelids as his orgasm began to escalate.

He grasped his own cock, hearing Lupin murmuring his name as he, in turn, gasped out Lupin's, and began to stroke himself firmly, sweating as he bucked into his own hand, the friction deliciously rasping the length of his cock, he groaned loudly, his arousal now painful – so painful – no! - real pain – a searing, shredding pain.

He yelped as his hands flew away from his body and he pushed himself to sit on the side of his bed, his eyes now wide and brimming with tears of pain, staring at Lupin, who looked back at him, terrified, as each clasped his own left forearm.

The Dark Mark burned; it burned savagely.
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