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He Couldn't Say No	By : cheapmedicine Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 2711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**Originally posted on fanfiction.net by Goofballandgoat

It wasn't particularly amazing that Severus Snape managed to commit himself to a lifetime with another person, nor did he find it surprising they'd managed ten years together essentially without any conflict (of the significant variety, anyway. He couldn't imagine what they'd even be if there were never conflict. Bored, most likely.) It did, however, surprise him - charm him, really - that he'd been convinced to celebrate an anniversary for the first time in their history. There was no telling Remus no; on their first anniversary (and every subsequent one), Remus had Severus assure him there'd be a celebration coming on the tenth year.

Severus agreed. "Ten years is significant enough," he'd promised Remus. He meant every word. He always meant everything he said to Remus. Honesty was mandatory.

So it was ten years of togetherness that brought them to the Leaky Cauldron to get pissed. They were well into a drunken evening when Remus made what must have been the thirty-seventh toast he'd made that evening. "To a decade of civility," he offered this time.

Severus chuckled and raised his glass. "Cheers." The glasses clanged together.

Remus downed the shot of Firewhiskey and looked down at his watch. "Bloody hell. We've been here six hours now," he slurred.

"Then let's toast to another six hours together," Severus joked, raising his glass to Remus. Again, they clanged together.

Remus swallowed another shot. "Why are you making fun of me for celebrating this?" he asked as he slumped down on the bar stool beside Severus. Severus hadn't noticed he was standing.

"I don't mean to. Don't take it personally."

Remus nodded. "O.K.. If you're . . .." Remus was interrupted by the bartender sliding two double scotches in front of them.

"Compliments of the gentleman in the corner," he said.

"Which corner?" Remus asked, surveying the room. Severus kept his head down. "Lucius bloody Malfoy," he said, nudging Severus's shoulder.

Severus casually glanced in the direction Remus was looking. He caught Lucius's eye. Lucius winked.

"Did he just wink at me?" Remus asked.

Severus looked away. "I wouldn't be surprised," he drawled, pleased Remus hadn't seen him look Malfoy's way.

"He's coming this way." Severus looked up again and instinctively rolled his eyes. Lucius prowled towards them, amused.

"Gentlemen," he said graciously.

"What do you want Lucius?" Snape drawled. He was not in the mood for any games tonight - at least none that involved Lucius Malfoy.

"I merely wished to extend my congratulations. Ten years, that's quite the milestone."

"Thank you," Remus said.

"Tell me, how did you two love birds get together in the first place?" If Severus had had any doubts that Lucius had been involved in the attack that brought them together, the tone of his question killed them.

"We simply came to our senses after too many years of denying what we wanted," Remus stated smoothly, all evidence of his intoxication absent from his voice. It was a neat trick Severus knew he'd learned from Sirius Black. For the first time in his life he could honestly say he was grateful for the bastard, if only for the moment.

"I see."

Severus took his eye off Lucius and focused instead on the drink in front of him. Scotch. He hated Scotch and Malfoy knew it. He also knew the effect - the irritating effect - he had on Severus. He'd swallow the Scotch if for no other reason than to tame his nerves. And so he did, cringing. Hand well out of sight, Lucius ran a finger up and down Severus's spine. He clenched his jaw to better ignore the chills he was feeling. He was ashamed to realize that, for a moment, he missed the arrogant ass.

Severus cleared his throat and spoke, not nearly as skilled as Remus at masking his drunkenness. "Turned out there was always something between us," he said, taking Remus's hand. "Not all that surprising, really."

"With your history I know it was the first conclusion I jumped to," Lucius replied smirking. "I myself am often attracted to people who try to kill me."

Severus tightened his grip on Remus's hand as he felt the man tense up. Remus was not known for his patience once he'd had a few. The fact that the full moon was only a couple nights away didn't help either.

"That explains why you were always so keen to be close to the Dark Lord. It's no wonder you were so quick to offer up the manor to him. Tell me, did he enjoy the time he spent there?" Severus asked.

Malfoy smirked, refusing to take the bait. "I do my best to ensure all of my guests are very well entertained. Surely you haven't forgotten that, Severus?" he replied, his hand sinking into the top of Severus's trousers. He coughed, covering his surprise at the intrusion. Why he was surprised he couldn't exactly say.

"Yes, well some entertainment loses its appeal rather quickly. I know as I've gotten older my tastes have grown more refined." Severus followed up the comment with a non-verbal stinging hex to Lucius's hand. Morality aside, the werewolf had a possessive streak that sometimes led to trouble.

Lucius jumped at the sting. He and Remus exchanged glances. "Refined is a very interesting choice of word," he replied, looking Remus up and down. "Not that he doesn't have his fair share of redeeming qualities."

"Clearly," Remus jumped in. "Otherwise I never would have been able to hold his attention. Severus is quite discriminating."

"He used to be at any rate," Lucius replied once more looking Remus over. "I can't help but wonder if it wasn't sheer apathy that drove the two of you together. I couldn't help but notice that you were the one doing most of the celebrating."

Remus was shaking with fury at this point. Severus quickly stood up and put his arm protectively around his mate's waist.

"As charming as your company is Lucius," Severus drawled. "I do believe it's time the two of us went home and celebrated properly."

Lucius eyed Severus hungrily as he held Remus close. Finally, Lucius laughed. "We will catch up soon, Severus," he replied. "Enjoy your celebration." Lucius turned sharply and walked casually away. Remus glared at the man's back murderously.

"Come on Remus. Let's go home," he said squeezing his lover's waist. Remus looked at him and gave him a tight smile before allowing him to take them outside and apparate them home. Severus knew from the look in the werewolf's eye that he would be in for it when they got there.

"I don't appreciate being talked about as if I'm not standing right next to you," Remus growled as he marched into their bedroom. "I also don't appreciate that your former lover now thinks it's perfectly acceptable to hit on you whenever he pleases. If he can get away with that much right in front of me who knows what he might try and pull if I'm not there? I know you don't love me, Severus, but I thought you at least respected me."

Remus watched as Severus crossed the room and sat at the foot of the bed. He sighed. "I do respect you, Remus," he began as though he were bored. "I can't stop someone from looking or talking. I can ignore him, however, which I intend to do. O.K.?"

"Could you take this seriously?"

Severus sat quietly for a moment, his mouth dangling open. "I'm deadly serious," he finally replied.

"If you were serious you would defend me," he argued. "You wouldn't sit there idly while some jerk slobbers all over you and disregards my very presence."

"What would you have me do? Lose my temper? Fly off the handle?" Severus stood and left the room. Remus followed him into the sitting room where he poured himself a drink and pulled out the new pipe Remus had given him for their anniversary. He pushed some of Neville's Finest into the bowl.

"Smoking. Of course," Remus mumbled angrily.

Severus glared at him. "I thought I'd try to relax before I told you I was just going to leave flying off the handle to you. You're quick to do that when it comes to me and other men."

"Lucius Malfoy is not just another man. He was your lover."

Severus shook his head. "Wrong. That is absolutely the wrong word to describe what he and I had."

"So how would you describe it?" Remus demanded furiously.

Severus didn't skip a beat. "Infantile. Teenagers fooling around. Nothing more."

Remus raised his eyebrows, unconvinced. "It wasn't just when you were teenagers," he reminded Severus, thinking of the admissions that were made here and there over the years. Severus and Lucius continued their affair on and off through the end of the war. In fact, they'd slept together just two days before Voldemort was defeated.

'He's the one person I always had difficulty saying no to,' Severus had confessed to Remus one drunken night. He hadn't forgotten that night. He never would. As many times as Severus had refused Remus the night they were trapped together at Spinner's End, it was perfectly easy to be jealous of someone Severus couldn't even look at for fear of . . . what did he fear, exactly? Remus couldn't be sure, though he suspected it was something to do with reneging.

Severus shook his head and exhaled smoke. "Stop it now."

"Lost your ability to follow your own flawed logic? Has Lucius got your head in a spin?"

"Your nonsense has my head in a spin," Severus argued.

"So what if I just leave?"

"You can't leave, it's a physical impossibility," Severus reminded him. "Which, incidentally, is why you have nothing to worry about with Lucius. I'm your mate. That is what it is and always will be."

Remus looked down at Severus with disapproval. "You know as bloody well as I do that being mates is no guarantee of fidelity."

"My assurances to you guarantees it!" Severus yelled, finally raising his voice. "I don't care for Lucius. I don't want to be with Lucius. I'm satisfied right here."

"'He's the one person I always had difficulty saying no to,'" Remus quoted.

Severus rolled his eyes. "Stop."

"You said that about him. And tonight he made it clear he's asking."

"And I left with you!" Severus put down the pipe and walked over to Remus, falling on his knees in front of him. He took Remus's hand in his. "Remus Lupin, I swear to you I'm never going to touch Lucius Malfoy again. And I won't let him touch me. I promise. O.K.? Please?"

Remus looked down at Severus before him, completely caught off guard by what he was seeing. Severus begging? Perhaps that's why it was so hard to buy. "Stay away from him," Remus ordered. "And make him stay away from you. No talking, no looking. Nothing."

Severus let go of Remus's hand and sat down on the floor, wearily. Why hadn't he expected Remus would tell him whom he may speak to or even look at? It was close to the full moon and Remus was possessive at the best of times.

But the wolf was right. As Severus sat there on the floor, all he could think of was Lucius Malfoy and his . . . being. Everything about the man turned Severus on, despicably so.

Despicably.

He reached up and began unbuckling Remus's belt. "Motivate me not to look," he suggested, sliding the belt through the loops. He moved on to the button of Remus's trousers.

Severus gasped as Remus snatched a handful of his hair. "Is he rough with you?" Remus asked. Severus nodded carefully, biting his bottom lip. "Rougher than I am?" Again, he nodded.

Remus threw Severus down on the floor. "You're rough enough," he began, but Remus cut him off.

"But not rough enough to keep you from looking." Severus closed his eyes, seeing Lucius's face. "Maybe that's what you need," Remus said as he squatted down next to Severus. "You need a little reminder about who you belong to," he said, teeth clenched, pushing his finger hard against Severus's temple. "Bed," he growled in Severus's ear. "Now."

They stood together and Remus all but dragged him to the bed. Clothes were disposed of quickly, hands and fingers roamed, body parts were abused and their limits tested. Before long he was face down on a pillow forgetting to breathe. Remus was relentless. So relentless, in fact, Severus's mind wandered easily to Lucius, forcing Severus's face into the pillow. It would never even occur to Remus to do something so brutally arousing.

It would never occur to Remus that Severus was fantasizing about Lucius that night.

Severus would wake with guilt. He'd sleep, however, perfectly sound.

The following couple of weeks found Severus in Diagon Alley for one reason or another, usually potions ingredients. Twice he ran into Lucius at the Leaky Cauldron. The first incident went smoothly enough. Lucius 'bumped into' him and bought him another drink (despite Severus's protests). "A gentleman always buys his companion a drink."

"I'm not your companion."

"You are right now."

It wasn't long before Goyle came along and distracted Malfoy long enough for Severus to finish his drink quickly and slip away unnoticed.

"You didn't bother to say goodbye to me before," Lucius complained the next time he saw Severus in the Leaky Cauldron. "You know, I haven't seen you in here this much in years," Lucius pointed out. "Any particular reason you're patronizing more frequently?"

Severus knew what he was getting at. The sick fact was that Malfoy was right. Severus, fully aware of his actions, was going to the Leaky Cauldron hoping to see him.

He was able to leave without speaking another word.

His luck ran out the third time, however, when he ran into Malfoy at Knockturn Alley.

"Well, well," Malfoy began, "what have we here?"

Goyle was with him again. He laughed and Lucius waved him off. "Away with you, goon. I have business to tend to."

Goyle left obediently and Lucius backed Severus into a corner. "I'm not an idiot, Severus, I know you want me." He leaned into Severus and placed his lips close to his ear. "I've got a room over Borgin and Burke's. It isn't much, but it serves its purpose." Lucius put his hand on the side of Severus's face and stroked. "How I've missed your skin," he whispered. "Come up, inamorato." Severus looked up and caught his eye. "You need it."

Severus closed his eyes. The man knew what he was talking about. "I can't."

"You must. Your body's telling you to."

He'd hoped that would go unnoticed.

"If I follow you up and . . . have a drink . . . will you leave me alone?"

Lucius bobbed his head non-committally. "You like a gamble."

Indeed, he did. Perhaps, he convinced himself, he could reason with Lucius about his commitment to Remus. However convinced, he was kidding himself, and on some level he was aware and ashamed of that fact. But perhaps he did need this. Perhaps what Remus didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

He followed Lucius to his room, trying not to make eye contact with the many people they passed along the way. Surely someone would talk. Surely Remus would hear something . . ..

And so what if he did? If it weren't for his controlling behavior, Severus wouldn't even have considered speaking to Malfoy again. Being ordered not to, however, was simply annoying. In defiance, he'd accept an offer to catch up from Lucius. In defiance, he'd accept it, knowing full well what it would lead to.

"Drink?" Malfoy asked as soon as they entered his room.

Severus shook his head and wrapped his arms around Lucius, burying his face in his neck. Lucius quickly wrapped his arms tight around Severus and ran his hands over his backside. Severus licked Lucius's neck and gasped as the man grabbed his hair and snatched his head back as Remus had done previously. Lucius, however, had a flair for it.

"What did you have in mind for us?" Severus whispered.

Lucius smiled and thrust his mouth into Severus's by way of an answer. They kissed for several minutes and broke away finally, panting. Lucius slid a flat palm over the erection in Severus's pants and laughed. "Not interested, eh?"

Severus raised an eyebrow. "Did I say I wasn't interested?"

Lucius shrugged. "You implied it."

"Ah," Severus acknowledged. "Well, I'm always interested. Just not allowed."

Lucius grabbed Severus more tightly. A chill passed over him. "Not allowed but still here right now."

Severus's heart raced. What was going on? It seemed Lucius was trying to guilt him out of sleeping with him. He was doing a fine job.

Severus stood. "I'm going home."

Lucius grabbed his arm and snatched him back down on the bed. Severus straddled him. "I don't think so," he said, assaulting Severus's mouth. Severus responded in kind, passionately and eagerly, complete with roaming hands in all the right places . . ..

Down his back . . . at his trouser line . . . under his robes . . . around the back . . . a finger slipped inside his asshole. Severus moaned and squeezed Lucius's arm tightly. "That's too far," he mumbled, pulling Lucius's hand away. Their mouths crashed together again as though Lucius had never pulled the little stunt.

Then his hands were roaming again. Down his back, under his robes, around the back . . . one finger in and then a second. Lucius thrust them in and out slowly, scissoring them to stretch him. Severus pushed himself back onto the fingers so they penetrated to their fullest. As quickly as he'd relented, Severus refused, digging fingernails into Malfoy. "Mmm, stop." He grabbed Malfoy's hands and raised them up over his head. He held them tightly together as he pinned Malfoy to the bed and kissed more. He eagerly permitted Lucius to rub his palm over the material of his robes, groping his cock. He reached down and did the same to Malfoy.

"Mm, you know just how to handle that," Lucius moaned. Severus bit his tongue and wrapped his leg around Lucius, thrusting his hips into him, erections throbbing painfully over unsatisfying dry humping.

Lucius lost patience rather suddenly and pushed Severus off of him and onto the floor. He mounted him. "This will happen again tonight," he grunted into Severus's ear. "Because you want it more than you want that beast."

They stared at one another, Lucius with an evil grin and Severus with his best deadpan. Lupin was no beast. Not by a long shot. In fact, he was an amazing human being and he deserved none of what Severus was giving him.

"He's not a beast," Severus said, voice muffled by Lucius's neck.

"He's a bloodthirsty animal."

"And so are we."

Lucius snorted. "How dare you compare me to Remus Lupin?" he snarled as he took another handful of Severus's hair. He licked and bit at Severus's neck. If it weren't for how hard he bit, Severus might never have stopped him.

"You're going to leave marks."

"Good. It's time you remembered to whom you really belong," he said.

That comment brought Severus to his senses. He pushed Lucius off and stood up. He belonged to Remus; not just because he'd been marked, but because Remus took all of him and loved him for it, possibly in spite of it. All Lucius had ever given him was sex, guilt and loathing.

"I belong to Remus," he said. "And you're right, I shouldn't compare you to Remus because there is no comparison. He will always be better than you."

Lucius laughed. "I suppose you love him? Is that why you're here right now? Is that why we've been bumping into one another with such frequency of late?"

"I love him," Severus answered quickly. "He doesn't believe I do any more than you do, but it's true." Severus went to the door. "Just stay away from me," he said as he opened it. "I'll stay away from you. We'll all be happy." With that, he left.
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