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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 9: Perfection

They had both been upset by Potter's revelations although Snape had not let on to Lupin that he was upset at all, let alone why. He had taken a great deal of care to Occlude his mind from Lupin on this matter, concerned he might sense his upset and misconstrue it as some kind of sympathy for Potter.

Lupin had an air of melancholy all the next evening. Whist Snape was upset by the thoughts of Lily's last moments, he did not really relate to Lupin's concern that the boy's memories of his parents were so few as well as damaged. Snape would gratefully have no memories of his own parents at all and told Lupin so. Lupin was appalled. Of course, he knew what Snape had told him of his parents but Snape's off-hand remark had brought it home to him once more.

"I'm sorry, Severus, I've been callous talking this way. It was insensitive of me," Lupin said, kissing Snape on the forehead.

Snape was taken aback. "No, I was being flippant, no more. Even you can't reproach yourself for that." He struggled sometimes to understand how Lupin could take the blame for even the smallest things to himself. He found he was beginning to find reserves of patience he didn't know he had – for Remus Lupin anyway – he, of course, suspected the Thrall was at work because such empathy or self-deprecation would normally irritate him beyond reason.

Snape took Lupin's hand and squeezed it. "You are ridiculously sensitive and romantic, Remus. I can tell you are the product of the type of loving parents who mollycoddle and make fools of their offspring."

"That's rather unkind, Severus, to mock me and my parents. It's true: my parents loved me a great deal. I was turned when I was five. They didn't give me up, as so many do. They nearly ruined themselves financially trying to find a cure for me. Yes, I was well-loved. Their love anchored me through the terrible times of my childhood, of frightening and painful monthly transformations that I did not understand, and they helped me to deal with the nature of what I had become that saw me shunned by most people." Lupin sighed wistfully. "Yes, they loved me and I thank Merlin that I was brought up with such affection and understanding. I was their greatest tragedy but, without them, I have no doubt my path would have been dark, as is the path of so many werewolves."

Snape felt ashamed. He should not have been so flippant. Lupin's parents must indeed have been exceptional people. He couldn't seem to avoid being offensive, even if he didn't want to be.

"Am I romantic?" Lupin's wistful look changed to that small smile which warmed Snape through. "I like to be when I get the chance, but you and I both know what my affliction means on that score. My relationships will not last. Most of my relationships never get beyond casual which is expected. They may not always be about love or anything deep, but they can offer comfort and affection as well as gratification. I'll take those. I don't seek to be alone." He shrugged as if it didn't matter. Snape knew it mattered to Lupin very much.

Since he lost Lily, he had really had nothing but casual dalliances or one night stands, and really not often. To Snape, physical closeness had always been a need rather than a pleasure for him. Perhaps had he had loving parents like Lupin's, things would have been different for him and he would not have been at such a loss when confronted by Lupin's natural affection and open nature. Perhaps, he would not have been such an obvious victim to those at school. Perhaps ... Such ridiculous and pointless conjecture, he thought savagely. But one thing he thought with clarity – Lupin's parents anchored him to the Light. Snape believed that to be true, as true as his own hatred and spite had anchored him to the Dark for so long.

How long he had been in this reverie, he did not know, but he was roused from it by Lupin's careful hands gently caressing his cheekbones and tucking his hair behind his ears. Lupin was kneeling before him, looking concerned.

Snape placed a finger on Lupin's mouth. "Do not even think about apologising to me. Don't deny it - it's on the tip of your tongue." Lupin smiled at him.

Now was the time, Snape resolved. "Remus – I would very much welcome some comfort, affection and gratification," he said gruffly, holding Lupin's wrists.

"Do you think you're ready," Lupin asked concerned, but Snape could tell, also excited.

"I have said so," Snape said, leading Lupin to the bedroom.

They undressed each other quickly. Unexpectedly, Lupin laid himself on the bed first and brought Snape down on top of himself before they started to kiss.

"You have trusted me with yourself Severus, even after I proved myself untrustworthy. I trust you now," Lupin said simply, his blue eyes shining with affection that quite disarmed Snape.

Snape heart beat even faster than usual at this stage. This is what he had wanted, what he had been fantasising for so many nights. He wanted this so very badly.

He found he was so full of desire, he was unable to speak and so kissed Lupin as passionately as he was able, kissing him and stroking him, and as usual driven to distraction by Lupin's gasping and moaning that turned him on so badly. He found he was terribly nervous because he knew Lupin had not been penetrated before. He suddenly realised he would hurt him. He very much didn't want to hurt him

He leaned down to kiss and taste Lupin's erection and as he took Lupin into his mouth fully, he found his own desire was mounting more strongly than he had ever known it and pleasuring Lupin's cock suddenly felt like the sexiest thing he had ever done. He maintained his ministrations until Lupin was wet with sweat and moaning almost incessantly. As he increased his speed, he used his fingers to stroke Lupin's perineum, eventually using one finger, then two, very gently to try to stretch and lubricate Lupin. He felt Lupin flinch at the entrance of his fingers and then try to relax himself.

"Remus, it may be more comfortable for you if I am behind you," Snape said. He knew how Lupin liked to look at him and he was concerned he might hate this proposal, but Snape knew that face to face might be painful for him.

"I'm in your hands," Lupin said, huskily. Snape's kissed him deeply and searchingly, almost to reassure him and gently manoeuvred Lupin onto his hand and knees. He kissed and stroked his neck and shoulders and back and traced his fingers down his spine, whilst the other hand traced his lower back to warm and relax him. Meanwhile, his own nerves felt like they were aflame with anticipation.

Snape's throat was dry and obstructed. His heart was hammering painfully in his chest. His desire was hot and thick, almost painful in its intensity in his groin, his mind completely fogged. He had never felt this pitch of desire that verged on pain and desperation; a tugging on his heart and gut.

A small part of his mind, not yet too befuddled, nagged a warning of wrongness but was not heeded, and then was swamped by consuming ardour as he stroked Lupin's naked, glistening body before him.

He pulled Lupin to him gently still stroking his back and spine, lowering his hands down to his backside and stroking between his buttocks gently. He lubricated his fingers and gently stroked again to try to prepare his lover, but Lupin's body was not receptive and he had certainly never felt such physical resistance and yet Lupin was softly urging him to continue. His overwhelming desire started to ebb somewhat.

At Lupin's gentle insistence, Snape gently pressed the head of his cock against Lupin's lubricated opening and managed to push the head in but Lupin was just too rigid, and a slight trembling shook his body as if Lupin's own body was refusing to comply. Snape noticed there was a faint aura to Lupin's body, which Snape knew was Lupin's magic trying to defend him and Lupin was having to restrain it. It was an extraordinary reaction. He wished he'd had it when he was young.

He wondered if it was the wolf.

As much as Snape wanted him, he didn't want him like this. He wanted Lupin to yearn to be filled, just as he longed for that whenever Lupin took him. He kept stroking his back, "Remus, please," murmuring his name over and over again. Again, it became chant-like, insistent, so hypnotic, resonant and vibrant that Snape found himself calmed by it as well. The more chanting he did, the more his worry calmed, the more his head and groin felt muzzy and hot. He was convinced the chant was the work of the Thrall, working to calm both of them. Lupin's body gradually stopped the small tremors, and Snape felt all Lupin's limbs start to relax slowly as Snape continued to murmur, his hand still tracing Lupin's back, whilst one held his hip gently.

He gently pushed again and found he slid in until he was fully sheathed and clenched inside Lupin. Lupin let out a long, low moan and Snape breathed in sharply. Lupin was more tight than Snape thought he could bear. He moved his hand down to stroke Lupin's cock back to hardness, carefully and gently, not moving himself; not just yet, still murmuring Remus's name, calming yet inciting both of them.

He felt Lupin relax then he moved his hand back to stroke Snape's thigh encouragingly, "Please Severus, I do want you, please" his voice sounded choked.

As gently as he could, he started to move against Lupin, small shallow movements, echoing those with this hand, still murmuring. Slowly, so very slowly, the clenching around Snape's shaft eased to become pleasurably tight and hot. Snape moved deeper and slightly faster, and deeper still, his murmuring of Remus's name never ceasing. His heart and gut leapt when he heard Lupin's first gasp of pleasure as his prostate was hit for the first time, and a second, and a third, and he then moved back onto Snape to encourage him to give him more. Snape rolled into his thrusts now increasing incrementally as deeply and hard as he could, listening to the gasps and moans of desire that were now tumbling continuously and more urgently from Lupin's mouth, Snape's own satisfaction deepening knowing that he was the first to cause these sensations in Lupin in this way.

Their passion now fully ignited, Snape started to lose his sense of self in the exquisite pleasure he was feeling, that now familiar sensation of his mind unravelling as his breathing became harder, still gasping Remus's name as he scaled the pinnacle of his orgasm.

The orgasm hit, tearing a hoarse cry from his throat simultaneously as he heard Lupin's cry of his name, but it did not subside and he did not fall over its precipice. It felt as if his orgasm and his soul's very essences were being wrenched from his physical core upwards into a violently swirling vortex of ecstasy. He was just peripherally aware that Lupin's cries, like his own, continued as the tempest of orgasm and emotions crashed together in the tumultuous vortex, with those feelings crashing over him relentlessly over and over again, then seeming to renew in furious funnel of intensity as a torrent of other emotions and another's orgasm joined his own in the vortex.

Lupin's! He didn't know how, but he knew he was experiencing this directly with Lupin, the intensity magnified. Somehow, the intense fury of the vortex was a combination of them both. It continued to swirl and agitate furiously as both men continued to cry out from the combined and magnified ecstasy. Then it seemed to stabilise to a steady, powerful pulse in his core and the physical, spiritual and mental ecstasy slowly muted, whilst a column radiating pure, white, hot power and strength gradually replaced it.

Snape understood before he and Lupin passed out on the bed that their magical cores had combined.

He had not understood that the master had subjugated the object.

He had not understood that the Thrall was now perfected.
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