When is dessert?

Pairings: Remus Lupin and Severus Snape. (Don't like, don't read!)
Warnings: Very descriptive oral sex between two sexy guys, both of which are almost forty.
Disclaimer: No matter how many times I ask Santa, he won't me me JK's characters! *Cries* Oh well, at least I tried. Just for my sick amusment.

Remus Lupin wandered the halls of Severus' mansion aimlessly, hands interlocked behind his back. He had been waiting for his lover to arrive back home since the man left early that morning. Now dinner time, with supper all laid out elegantly on the long, cherry oak table, Remus worried.

The life of a spy was a difficult job, especially when dealing with new-found emotions for other members of youuse.use. It wasn't too long ago that Remus opened up to the Potions Master, and received a shocking reply.

"Severus," Remus began slowly, his legs crossed at the ankles and his hands on his lap. "I know we have had some bad times together-really bad times-but lately I have been feeling...differently about you."

Severus just watched the lycanthrope with his dark eyes, nt ant as a grave, his slender-fingered hand over his mouth lightly, waiting.

"I know we are very different people, you and I, Severus," Remus continued. "But...I can't stop thinking about you." Remus paused briefly, taking in a deep breath. "I need you, Severus. Ever since the first year we worked together at Hogwarts, I haven't been able to keep my mind off of you. Recently, I have admitted this to myself. Severus, I will undertand if you don't-"

Severus had leaned foreward is his high-backed chair and pressed his fingers against Remus' lips, muting him.

"I have been waiting....Remus."

And so their relationship began, he and Severus coming up on their four-month anniversary. Only a mere week away. It didn't feel like that long ago when the conversation took place. Had Remus followed his inner instincts, Severus and he would have still been only acquaintences.

Remus gasped as the sound of an Apparation appeared behind him, and slender fingers ran through light-brown with grey hair. Remus didn't need to turn to know who it was.

"You're late," Remus accused.

"Am I, now?" Severus' silky voice asked.

"Indeed, you are."

"Perhaps I can make it up to you?" Remus shivered as Severus' tongue snaked over the exposed skin of his neck, then slid upwards to capture his earlobe between his thin lips. His hands moved around to embrace Remus from behind, his grip light but still possesive while he attacked the other man's ear.

"Severus," Remus moaned softly, reaching a hand up to stroke the Potion Master's raven hair. Severus took advantage of Remus' open mouth by moving his head to face him and capturing Remus' lips with hos own. Yes, Severus was definately forgiven.

Remus broke the kiss reluctantly and smiled at Severus. "Our dinner is getting cold."

"I thought you were dinner," Severus asked seductively, a purr in his voice and a lift in his brow.

"Dessert," Remus stated. "You need to finish the main course first."

Severus mock pouted and said, "You know I hate to wait."

"You made me."

"Only because you're better at it than I."

Remus chuckled softly, then slowly slid out of Severus' loose grasp. "You can have me later, Severus," Remus cooed.

"Damn."

Remus winked at his lover and glided into Severus' dining room, making his way towards his seat. He pulled out the chair, arming his grey robes and sitting down. Severus did like-wise, except with black robes, and on the other side of the table. Remus picked up his fork and began to carefully eat his steak slowly, savoring each and every bite. Severus, Remus found out, had a certain liking for for fish fillets with lemon drizzled over the top. They ate in peaceful silence, gazing at each other with lust-fulled eyes with every sip of wine they took.

It was Severus who made the first move, stretching his leg out under the table and rubbing it against Remus'. Remus choked on his wine and almost spat his mouthful all across the table, a napkin in his hand ready to mop up any mess that slipped out between his closed lips. Severus smirked cruelly, picking up his glass and licking the rim of the crystal-wear clean.

"That was cruel, Severus."

"Payback, Remus. Payback."

"For what?"

"Making me wait."

Damn him, Remus thought happily, picking up his own glass to try and take another sip. He got far enough to get his bottom lip touching the rim when Severus rubbed his leg against Remus' again.

"You should rethink your plan, Severus, for I am not going anywhere with you until I finish at least one glass of wine with my dinner."

The warning went unnoticed, and Severus' leg remained.

"Perhaps you should rethink your own plan, Remus, for I am not going to wait long enough for you to finsih that glass."

Remus narrowed his eyes playfully at hiser, er, trying to look as annoyed as possible. Obviously it didn't work, for Severus moved his leg up even farther up Remus', causing him to shudder lightly.

"Give it up, Remus," Severus said dangerously. "You know I will win."

"I doubt it, Sev-"

Severus stood from his seat and bent over the table, grabbing Remus' chin firmly and pressing their lips together. Remus moaned, lips parting to allow the beckoning tongue into his mouth. Severus explored the damp space thoroughly, running his tongue along side Remus'. Remus sucked on the invading tongue tenderly, arms wrapping around Severus' neck to try and drag the man across the table. There was the sound of glass against the wood, then a groan from Severus. Their lips parted, Remus' gaze falling upon Severus' wine-stained white shirt, which had become noticable when his robe fell open when dragged across wood. Severus glared at the lycanthrope, easing himself off the table and stripping himself of his robe to examine the damage.

"I'm so sorry, Severus," Remus said, trying to hide his chuckles. Evidentally, Severus noticed and growled.

"Hmph. Sorry my arse." His shirt front was died red, save for a few spots his robe was unfortunate to soak up. Chuckles were lost behind a sigh of disappointment.

"I didn't mean to-"

"I know that!" Severus snapped angrily, tearing his shirt off and revealing his pale chest. Remus nibbled on his lower lip, wondering if he should say anything. Nothing came to mind. "Aren't you going to clean this up?" he said, glaring at Remus, then at the mess.

"Oh-Yes, Severus." Remus stood from his chair and moped into the kitchen, head hanging low. He grabbed a hand towel from the cabinet beneath the sink and ran it under a soft stream of warm water from the tap, dampening the cloth. He rung it out as best as he could, then took it back into the dining room. He passed Severus on the way, who was carrying the larger pieces of the broken crystal-wear. Remus sighed again, making his way to the puddle of wine on the table and mopping it up with the hand towel. Making sure every drop of wine was up, he folded the towel over itself, trapping the smaller pieces of glass crystal within it, and carrying the wine-soaked bundle into the kitchen.

"Remus!" Severus snarled, walking over to Remus swiftly and grabbing his wrist. Remus cried out softly, about to ask why Severus had reacted the way he did, until he looked at his hand. "What did you do?"

In the hand holding the hand towel was a fairly large bit of glass protruding from Remus palm. He winced as Severus ran a finger over the flesh around the wound, examining it closely.

"I'm sorry," Remus stammered.

"Don't be stupid," Severus hissed, then walked over to the drawer holding the dinnerwear. He returned in front of Remus with a pearing knife in hand.

"Severus," the lycanthrope whimpered. Severus looked up at him briefly, allowing Remus to spot the empathy in the Potion Master's eyes as the blade of the knife slid in between glass and flesh.

"Hold still," Severus said sternly, his grip on Remus' wrist tightening when Remus began to squirm in pain. Luckily, Severus had placed all of his silver utinsels in a special drawer apart from the other eating utinsels for Remus' sake, making it almost impossible for Remus to take a silver item by mistake.

With a soft cry, and very talented finger-work, the crystal shard was removed from Remus' hand, leaving nothing but a small bloody wound. Severus glided Remus toward the sink and stuck his hand beneath the stream of water, running his fingers tenderly over the wound to wash it.

"Thank you, Severus."

Severus looked over his shoulder at his lover, startled and saddened by the tears that ran down the other man's cheeks. Severus didn't think it would hurt that much. Apparently he was wrong.

"It's nothing, Remus," Severus said. Then, with a final dab at the wound with a clean towel and a peck on the wrist, all was well.

***

Remus and Severus made their way to their room, Remus' hand bandaged up with gauze and neosporin, Severus' arm wrapped around Remus' waist lovingly, shirtless. They entered the large silver, black, and dark green room, candles already lit along the walls. Severus took care of closing the double doors while Remus stripped down and made himself comfortable on the silky green sheeted fourposter. Remus sighed softly, staring up at the transparent green cloth that cascaded over the canopy, making for a good light-weight curtain. He turned his head to spot Severus, who had removed his shoes, socks, trousers, and undergarments, now standing in the middle of the room with his back towards Remus, allowing the other to get a wonderful view of his backside. Severus turned slowly, long black hair flowing over his slim, pale shoulders, framing his long face elegently. Charcoal eyes danced with love and lust as they fell upon the equally nude Remus, Severus licking his lips when he caught sight of Remus' member.

"I hope dessert is ready," Severus purred, making his way towards the bed.

"Actually, it is a bit under-done," teased Remus. Severus growled softly, playfully, sitting on the edge of the bed and running slender fingers up Remus' thigh.

"Then cook it longer, love."

Remus shivered lightly, talented fingers stroking his already half hard member delicately. A whimper escaped the lycanthrope's lips when fingers disappeared, but was muffled by the Potion Master's mouth over his own. Severus climbed onto the bed more, never breaking the link between his and Remus' lips. He straddled his lover's hips with his knees, their erections pressing together firmly and rubbing against each other. Remus moaned in Severus' mouth, muscles tensing all through out his body. He reached a hand up to stroke Severus' hair, running down over the rich curve of back bone, then resting after a soft squeeze on Severus' firm buttocks.

"I need you."

"I know."

Severus leaned over towards his nightstand and opened the drawer, hand sliding in to search. With a smirk and a successful chuckle, he removed a small bottle of lavendar-scented lubricant. Severus smiled wickedly down at the werewolf beneath him, uncorking the bottle and dumping the fragrant liquid into the palm of his hand. He placed the bottle on the top of the nightstand, rubbing his hands together, then finally bringing them down to his throbbing prick. He lathered up his member thoroughly, wiping the excess lubricant on t oft of sheet. Severus leaned down to kiss Remus on the lips, then prepaired himself for entrance.

"Severus," Remus whispered, his legs spread and one knee bent up. With his free hand, Severus lifted Remus off the bed just slightly, making entrance easier. Severus sighed softly, then guided his member into Remus' tight entrance.

Remus gasped lightly, head falling back onto the pillows and back arching towards the invading mass of flesh. Eyes closed and fingers wrapped around silky sheets, lips parted slightly in a silent moan. Half-way in, Severus pulled back, allowing Remus a brief moment to recooperate.

"I'm ready," Remus breathed, nodding his head lightly to emphazise the point. Severus nodded, thobbing prick returning to penetrate Remus fully. The tip of Severus' cock brushed against Remus' prostate gland, causing him to arch his back and moan. Severus waited momentarily before pulling himself out part-way, only to return a few seconds with a quick thrust. Finding no signs of pain, Severus repeated the motion, quicker and with shorter pauses. It wasn't long before Severus was thrusting into Remus' tight entrance with quick, short, hard thrusts, panting heavily.

"Gods...Severus, harder....fuck me...harder...." Remus moaned loudly.

Severus groaned in agreement, being the only sound that could come from his lips, and thrust more of himself into Remus. Remus cried out in pleasure as Severus continued to pound into him, nails digging into Severus' thigh and leaving small, bloody wounds. He arched his back, his entire body leaving the bed, his orgasm nearing. It would only take a few more thrusts...

"Fuck, Severus," Remus panted, face glossed with sweat. He caught his lover's gaze briefly before he cried his release, thick, milky cum squirting out from the tip of his cock onto Severus' damp chest. Severus thrust into Remus a few more times before reaching his peak and spilling his seeds into the other man, panting and shaking. Severus pulled out of the werewolf slowly, collapsing beside his lover and wrapping his arms about him protectively. Remus kissed Severus' forehead and ran a trembling hand through the man's hair.

"I love you...Severus..." Remus said softly, pulling the comforter up around them and snuggling close to the Potions Master.

"....love you..." Severus replied huskily, head falling upon Remus shoudler and letting out a heavy sigh. Their legs intertwined, damp, trembling bodies pressing together firmly. Remus stroked his lover's hair tenderly, a soft smile upon his face as the Master of Potions drifted off into a comfortable sleep. With one last kiss for the other, Remus drifted off as well, mumbling the words "I love you."