FIC: Card Games (Severus/Remus, 1/1)
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salixbabylon(still another old fic)
Title: Card Games
Pairing: Severus Snape/Remus Lupin
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
salixbabylon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4246
Disclaimer: Rowling owns everything.
Summary: Severus and Remus play a friendly game of cards.
Author's Notes: Part of the Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest - Third Wave Three-Word Challenge: "True love waits" [phrase]. Thank yous: Always to Cindy Lou. Unending gratitude to my betas: Betty and Sher (for going the extra mile), and also to Taran, Shah-rhe, and Neotoma. Credits to Cybele, Rhyssen, and Lostiawen for hopefully being flattered and not upset at my references to their works!
Card Games
Severus trailed the scent of Flesh-Preserving Potion behind him as he entered the Great Hall for lunch. All morning he'd been working like a house-elf to replenish salves and antidotes for Poppy Pomfrey. The summer heat and humidity barely penetrated the cool dungeons and he was the only staff member at the table not dripping with sweat. Despite the fact that he could smell Hagrid's pungent reek across the room, it was Severus that the werewolf wrinkled his nose at when he sat down next to him, quietly requesting, "Severus, would you mind not sitting next to me, please? You smell like something horrid and the full moon is close."
Severus smirked. "Why should I care? I don't mind being responsible for putting you off your feed."
Lupin pursed his lips and pulled out his wand. "Oh, for Heaven's sake," he said with an irritated flourish of his wand. With an "Odoratus Purgo," the stench was gone. From Severus, at any rate. The teachers' table in general still smelled of sweaty bodies.
Severus glared. "You do know that your reputation as mild-mannered and pleasant is the only thing that just kept you from being hexed six ways to Sunday, yes?" He idly twirled his wand between his fingers; Lupin didn't recall noticing when exactly it had appeared. "Don't ever pull a wand on me again without an explanation, Lupin," he threatened, returning his attention to his lunch.
Lupin rolled his eyes. "Then don't push me during the waxing moon, Severus. I get a bit edgy. I'll make it up to you, though - I overheard you talking to Hagrid this morning about picking up some parcels for you in Hogsmeade. I'd be more than happy to retrieve them myself; the walk would do me good."
Severus agreed. He was simply too busy to go himself and trusted Lupin as much as Hagrid. He directed Lupin to the apothecary for the main parcel and to the post office to collect anything that might be waiting there for him. Frequently his parcels were too volatile to be entrusted to owls.
Several hours later there was a knock at the door of his laboratory, causing Severus to jerk and almost spill the ladle of Bubotuber pus. "What?" he growled at the near mishap; dragon-hide gloves were difficult to fit to his long-fingered hands and he wasn't about to carelessly destroy another pair.
Lupin opened the door and popped his head in. "I have your packages," he said happily, and indeed he did, hovering in the air before him. "Where shall I set them down?"
Severus nodded to a workbench that was mostly empty and turned back to his potions. Lupin lingered for a moment, uncertain, before he left him to his work.
It wasn't until just before dinner that Severus had a chance to look at what Lupin had brought him. From the apothecary, there were the black rose petals with the permanent freshness charm on them, eggshells of various reptiles, one bag each of powdered copal and dried elderflowers, a Fire Crab's claw, a gallon of fresh rat spleens, and a jar of vapor from an Unplottable marsh in South America that seemed to be a new breeding ground for Lethifolds.
He moved to his desk with the post that he had not collected in the last few weeks, which contained several back-issues of potions journals (reading), some correspondence from tiresome former pupils wanting letters of reference (kindling), adverts from disreputable new potions suppliers (more kindling), and finally, a sample of a potion a former student was working on (unpaid work).
Unfortunately, the former student was an employee at a company whose garish packaging proclaimed itself "Penelope's Posh Porn Palace," a new boutique at the slightly-more-respectable end of Knockturn Alley. The potion in question was a lubricant which his former student, Miss Moulds, described: "The base is fine, but it solidifies once the treacle flavoring is added, and de-emulsifies completely back to liquid when I try to make the pumpkin juice flavored one. Also, in general, it's too gluey for the intended purpose. Please help?"
Too simple to be a real challenge, but he did owe her one, as she had been one of the best Slytherins in his classes. More to the point, she had refrained from ever mentioning to anyone the time she had caught him flipping through a confiscated issue of "Swish and Flick" in his office. She also seemed to have included several lurid fliers from the store and samples of a few of the products already being marketed: glossy magazines (the aforementioned publication included - a very Slytherin hint), fruit-flavored lubricants, a cutting of a hybrid Devil's Snare plant that would restrain rather than kill, and a tub of gelatinous goo that he preferred to throw away rather than contemplate the use of. He spared a moment to be slightly embarrassed, thinking about how amused Lupin would be if he had gone through Severus' mail.
The final item in the parcel was a small box. A deck of cards. The box named the game as "Gryffindors versus Slytherins." He snorted. True enough. Opening the box, he removed the deck and read the instructions. It was a simple game; pretty much the same as "Wizard's Duel: The Card Game." Oddly non-sexual, he thought.
Then he looked at the cards.
The first red-bordered card showed 7th year Gryffindors Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan snogging enthusiastically. He blinked. The next card depicted Ron Weasley enthusiastically sucking off Harry Potter, although the camera angle revealed no actual flesh. In the next one Potter was fucking an eager Draco Malfoy up against a wall, and in the next (finally a Slytherin card), Blaise Zabini was being simultaneously spanked by Gregory Goyle and mouthed by Vincent Crabbe.
Severus put down the deck of cards. He took a deep breath in, held it, and breathed out slowly. Again. And again.
All right then. So they were sexual after all.
He wasn't certain that he had decided to keep flipping through the cards, but they were being dealt out onto his desk by his hands, so he must have.
The next card he turned over showed the recently graduated Percy Weasley in the showers with Oliver Wood in full Quidditch uniform. Next were the finally-gone Weasley twins sixty-nineing. The highest card in the Slytherin deck amused him greatly; Potter in a green gingham dress being spanked by a positively gleeful Malfoy. That card was followed by Malfoy fondling Marcus Flint in the prefects' bathroom, then by Malfoy on top of the youngest Weasley boy, and finally Malfoy nude, held in Lucius' lap in a wholly inappropriate manner which made Severus' skin crawl.
The deck displayed every pairing possible, every grade of kissing to shagging and everything inbetween. Every role, every fantasy, every idle sexual thought he'd ever had about his recent pupils. Even the girls were featured on a few cards; towards the end of the deck were a few low-denomination cards of Hermione Granger kissing Lavendar Brown and Pansy Parkinson entwined with Millicent Bulstrode. He shivered again. He didn't want to see that. The one time he'd had to rouse the girls' dormitory in the early morning was more than enough.
Were all of the students at Hogwarts gay? He considered for a moment, then dismissed it. Perhaps the cards were somehow keyed to him. All of the students depicted were either 7th years or recently graduated, and most of them were ones he'd thought about sexually. Idly, of course; he never let his mind focus on the annoying nubile creatures while he was pleasuring himself at night, knowing how difficult it would become to glare at them the next day.
They must be keyed to him, somehow. By touch? He didn't think it likely that card manufacturers would go to the trouble of creating charms so complex. Perhaps it was a standard deck of all the currently of-age young people in the wizarding community. Since the pictures were not strictly explicit - careful camera angles prevented any hint of genitals ever being shown - consent would not have had to be obtained. Yet, the pictures of the Malfoys... They must be illusions of some sort.
While his mind was mulling over the practicalities, his errant hands had continued to turn over the cards until he had gone through the entire deck. Once finished, those same hands drifted into his lap and started unbuttoning his robes and trousers. Mind elsewhere, eyes focused on the pictures, his fingers slowly reached in and started stroking himself to hardness.
Severus shook his head to clear it and noticed what he was doing. He almost stopped himself before deciding, why not? It was the holidays and no one was about. It was too warm for anyone to come and bother him. It was, in fact, hot. He was hot.
He languidly stroked his hot flesh, reclining in his chair. The pictures moved slightly within their borders, back and forth. His eyes fixed on the card with the twins. It was very red, he noted absently.
A knock at the door startled him out of his reverie. He quickly buttoned up, grateful he hadn't gotten very far, and as always, that the voluminous robes obscured everything. Rising and moving around the desk to head off whomever was at the door, he called out, "Enter."
It was Lupin.
His eyes met Severus', taking in the heightened coloring in his cheeks. Lupin scented the air. "Busy?" he asked, brushing past Severus towards the desk.
Severus internally cringed. "No. Just going through my mail." He turned around slowly to see Lupin studying the cards with a raised brow. The other man did that rather well, he noted absently.
"Intriguing deck, Severus," Lupin observed with a tiny smirk playing about his lips.
Severus cleared his throat and tried to will away his erection. Lupin's nose flared a bit in a more deliberate sniff. His eyes fixed on the groin area of the Potions master's robes.
"They seem to have been a free gift from a sex shop. I'm assisting a former student with a potion for them. She included several free samples of merchandise," Severus said with as much dignity as he could muster with a hidden hard-on.
Lupin was quiet for a few minutes, eyes glancing over the cards. Suddenly he scooped them up into a tidy pile and put them back into the box, which he wiggled under Severus' nose with a smile. "Fancy a quick game?" he asked. "We can go back to my chambers and have a drink."
Severus considered. The sun was setting and the oppressive heat had probably lifted throughout the castle. Still, he wasn't really one for social calls. But then, a drink was a drink. And with the cards... Intriguing, as Lupin had said. "Yes, all right," he answered with less reluctance than usual.
He had, of course, long been attracted to the other professor. They had an amiable relationship, or as close to one as Severus had ever had before. Lupin seemed to have been big-hearted enough to forgive Severus for getting him sacked, and he had finally forgiven Lupin for almost eating him, whether it had been his fault or not. A not-so-awkward friendship had sprung up between the two of them during their collaboration in the Order. Particularly after Sirius died. Severus had finally been able to let go of the past.
Well, most of it. The underlying attraction to Lupin that he had felt since before the fateful trip to the Whomping Willow remained. Simmering, as always. He was quite sure Lupin knew. The werewolf had been sniffing around after him for years now.
Or perhaps Lupin simply assumed Severus always smelled slightly of frustrated lust.
Once inside Lupin's rooms, Severus sat down at the table in the corner with two rickety chairs and a bottle of an inferior label of whisky. Without a word, Lupin conjured two glasses and sat down. He read the instructions.
"Now then. It's mostly the same game we played as kids, with the same rules. I'll deal from the left; it's Tuesday and it's past sundown, which means that if the people in the pictures jump from card to card, it's the card with the people in it that counts, not the empty frame. Shall we make this more interesting?" he asked, pouring the whisky.
Lowered inhibitions, Severus thought. He shrugged. "Why not? It's not like there's any strategy involved; it's all just chance. I loathe brainless games like this."
Lupin grinned. "Hopefully the pictures will keep your interest, then," he said, dealing.
As they began to play, they made a show of examining the pictures closely. Severus noticed that underneath the pictures, each card had a caption. They read them aloud as they put down their cards, one by one.
They both chuckled at the Harry and Draco card "Take it, bitch!" which won over Severus' card of Harry and Ron "Suck me". Severus drank. He wondered if Lupin was aroused.
His next card was the Weasley twins "Double your pleasure", which beat Lupin's Dean/Seamus "Never stop kissing me." Lupin drank. Clearly, the kinkier or more graphic card was the winner.
The room seemed to be getting warmer. Severus shifted in his chair, spreading his thighs slightly to make more space for his throbbing erection. Lupin seemed to be licking his lips a lot more than was necessary.
After a few more rounds, Lupin turned over a card with Percy Weasley and Neville Longbottom holding hands and blushing. "True love waits," he read from the caption.
Severus rolled his eyes in barely-feigned nausea, turning over his own card. He winced. It was the Draco and Lucius card. "That's it, come for Daddy," he read with disgust.
"Ugh," Lupin said, wrinkling his nose and drinking.
"Indeed," said Severus. He had a drink as well. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Lupin's legs were also spread a bit further apart than previously. His gaze slowly traveled up the other man's clothed body to his slightly pink cheeks. From the residual summer heat? The liquor? Or for the same reason Severus' own cheeks were tingling?
He caught Lupin's eye and to his surprise the werewolf blushed deeply.
Well then.
"Lupin," Severus said in a voice rich with whisky and desire, "Did you really bring me here to play cards?"
Lupin met his gaze and sniffed the air again. He smiled. "Not really. It was just a pretext to get you here."
"'Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker'?" Severus quipped. "Do I seem to be a helpless female in need of coercion to you?"
Lupin's smile grew. "No. But I know you're not overly fond of sweets."
Severus did the trademarked eyebrow raise. "Of course." Standing up, he swept the cards off the table with a grand gesture, and shoved the table out of the way as well. He grabbed fistfuls of Lupin's robe and hauled him up to standing. Before the other man could do more than blink in surprise, Severus planted his mouth firmly atop Lupin's in a searching kiss, ungentle and needy. He was satisfied with what he found.
With a quick motion, Severus pressed Lupin to the wall with his body and held him there while he explored the werewolf's yielding mouth. Their tongues delved into each others' depths equally, soft wet noises muted by Lupin's deep moans. His arms wrapped around Severus' body possessively.
Severus pushed harder against him, the other man's erection grinding into his thigh as his own pushed against Lupin's belly. Lupin undulated against him, hips pulsing steadily but gently, and he gasped and shivered when Severus broke the kiss and bit down on his throat.
Pulling away slightly, Lupin sniffed him again. He was clearly trying to stop writhing against Severus, but it seemed that the pleasure of the contact of their bodies was quickly overwhelming his self-control.
"You seem about ready to go off," Severus chuckled while nibbling Lupin's ear. His own cock felt harder than it had in ages, but the liquor staved off much of his sense of urgency. However, the werewolf was flushed and panting with need like a teenager, practically humping his thigh.
"Been a while," Lupin managed to gasp as Severus slid away and knelt, shoving up Lupin's robes and pulling down his pants. He smiled slightly, having correctly assumed that the summer heat meant the other professor was wearing as little under his robes as he was.
He looked up at Lupin, whose head was already thrown back against the stone wall, eyes closed, panting in anticipation. Severus smiled briefly, then got to work. His tongue gave one long lick up the shaft and a quick flick across the top to gather up the wetness, before he closed his mouth over Lupin's cock and swallowed it down. One hand held Lupin's thigh to steady them both and the other clutched gently at the other man's balls, already tight and hot.
Lupin groaned loudly and tried to thrust but Severus held him firmly. He sucked hard, no time for technique or finesse, and after what seemed like barely a minute, Lupin's hands clutched his head, shouting, "Now, Severus!" and then he was swallowing down the werewolf's come, still sucking and licking as the body in his arms shook.
Carefully, Severus pulled his mouth away. Lupin shivered against the wall. He finished removing Lupin's clothes and pulled off his own robe and shoes, as he pushed Lupin to the door he hoped led to the bedroom.
Lupin staggered to the bed and fell on it heavily. Severus went back to the sitting room, and returned with the whisky and small vial of oil. Lupin roused himself enough to comment, "Awfully prepared," in a husky voice.
Severus smirked. "I tucked the samples from the shop into my pocket for later. Didn't know I'd get to try them out on someone else so soon."
Lupin made a satisfied noise, eyes drifting shut again. Severus carefully upended the bottle and trickled the dregs of the whisky onto the other man's chest and slowly licked them off. The cool alcohol was an invigorating shock, followed by the warmth of Severus' tongue. Lupin moaned and spread his legs in clear invitation.
The taste of the whisky combined with Lupin's skin was too much to resist. Severus' control was slipping fast as his body demanded release. He pulled off his boxers and crawled between Lupin's legs, catching the last few drops of liquor from the other man's chest. There was an upward tug at his shoulder and Severus complied, detouring briefly to tease light pink nipples. Lupin gasped as Severus nibbled, pulling him more urgently up to a lingering kiss, where they explored each other's mouths more slowly than before.
Severus moaned in the back of his throat and began to gently grind his hips into Lupin's, noting with some surprise that the other man's erection had already returned. Severus looked at him questioningly.
Lupin replied with a lazy smile and pushed Severus off of him to roll over. Going up on hands and knees, he turned and looked back over his shoulder. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
Severus licked the back of Lupin's neck and shoulders, suckled a few knobby vertebrae, and bit gently down on a pleasingly firm buttock. He reached for the oil, spreading some on his fingers, and began to tease the werewolf's opening. Lupin moaned and sighed, pressing back as Severus leaned over him and whispered, "Is there something you want, Lupin?"
Lupin hummed contentedly before shifting and abruptly impaling himself on Severus' fingers. "Yes," he said succinctly. "You. Now."
Severus couldn't have agreed more. He removed his hand, applied more oil, and smoothly eased three fingers in, gently pulsing and stretching until finally Lupin relaxed. He began flexing his long digits inside until he found what he was looking for. Lupin gasped and shuddered with satisfaction, and after a moment moaned, "Now, Severus. Please."
"Are you sure?" he asked, teasing despite the ache building in his own groin.
"Yes, damn you," Lupin growled.
Severus coated himself with oil and carefully pushed in, both men groaning simultaneously. Severus paused for a moment before slowly beginning to work his cock in and out of Lupin's tight arse. "Oh yes," he sighed with bliss.
Lupin stretched his back and arched up to meet Severus' body, crooning, "Mmm... Severus... Yes...." His voice trailed off, lost in pleasure.
Severus' hand on Lupin's hip clenched involuntarily as Lupin ground back onto him, increasing the pace and pressure so that Severus slammed into him harder and deeper with each thrust. He began to pant as the moans of the man beneath him altered into needy whimpers, and he slammed deeper and harder into Lupin's willing body, pushing against Lupin's back with his hands for leverage. As Lupin's whimpers turned into howls of pleasure, Severus took his partner's cock firmly in hand and gave it two hard pulls, growling, "Is this what you want?" before Lupin convulsed under him, screaming "Yes, Severus, yes!" and spilling all over his hand.
Severus froze as much as he could, unable to stop his hips from moving entirely throughout the cataclysm. The clenching of the other man's arse on his cock was almost unbearable, and as soon as Lupin had relaxed and collapsed underneath him, Severus gave in to his overwhelming need and pounded roughly into the werewolf, groaning, "Sweet Merlin, you're so tight... Mmm, so good!" Thrusting wildly, out of control, pummeling the body beneath him, Severus climaxed and shook with the ferocity of his release, shouting, "Remus!"
He collapsed heavily onto Lupin.
After a few moments of catching his breath, Severus realized that Lupin was squirming and mumbling "Can't breathe," underneath him.
"Sorry," he apologized, gently withdrawing and falling to the side, facing him, eyes closed. He felt Lupin move forward and kiss his cheek, jaw, and brow, letting him pant and catch his breath. He slowly opened his eyes and met Lupin's gaze.
"That was pretty amazing," Lupin smiled.
He closed his eyes, feeling the other man shift around. "Indeed." Lupin pushed and nudged him into a face down position, which he was too dazed to protest. Warm hands soothed his muscles, petting and stroking down his back and legs. He drifted off for a few moments, but woke up quickly when he felt a puff of breath across his arse, and flinched in shock as a warm tongue probed him gently.
Lupin withdrew and returned to stroking his back. He squeezed Severus' buttocks and said quietly, "I want this too..."
Severus took a deep breath and forced himself to relax, nodding his assent. He was surprised to feel a slight stirring in his cock as he was carefully breached with oiled fingers, but knew nothing would come of it. He was frankly amazed that the other man was ready for a third round. "How is it...?" he managed to gasp, just as Lupin entered him. No; Remus, he thought, since he had said it out loud and they were clearly on intimate terms now.
He could hear the grin in the other man's voice behind him: "It's the number one advantage of being a werewolf. The only one, in fact."
Not bad, Severus thought, as he was slowly but thoroughly fucked. Remus was gentle with him and he relaxed into it, riding it out, feeling the other man's pleasure spread throughout his own body as if by osmosis, like a soporific drug.
"Wanted you for so long," Remus whispered into his ear as he quickly climaxed, holding Severus tightly.
Remus retrieved his wand from the floor and cleaned them off before collapsing next to Severus. The Potions master looked pensive.
"You all right? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Remus inquired with concern.
"No, of course not. I would have stopped you," Severus answered.
"What is it then?"
"I was just wondering why now, why tonight. Was it just the whisky and cards?" he asked in a carefully neutral voice. This certainly would bring another complication into their friendship, no matter which direction things took. He wasn't sure what he wanted or how he felt about it. The sex had been brilliant, though.
Remus laughed and Severus realized that he must have said at least part of that aloud. Sex always fuzzed up his brain and loosened his lips. Which was why he probably was the most celibate spy ever. Or had been, anyhow.
Remus kissed him for a few minutes before breaking away to make eye contact. "It was brilliant. And it will be complicated. Neither of us are simple men." He grinned suddenly and the knot of tension in Severus' stomach loosened. "I'm very pleased by how the evening turned out."
"You'd better be; it seems you scored twice more than I did," Severus yawned. "I'll have to send an owl thanking Miss Moulds for the samples."
Remus chuckled and kissed him yet again. "We'll have a rematch, then, and see if you can beat me. And by the way, the cards were from me."
"You sly wolf," Severus yawned. "I should have known you didn't play fair."
"All's fair in love and war," Remus murmured, snuggling into his chest and pulling the sheets up over them.
Severus supposed it was, wrapped an arm around his lover, and fell asleep.
~the end~
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Title: Card Games
Pairing: Severus Snape/Remus Lupin
Author:
salixbabylonRating: NC-17
Word Count: 4246
Disclaimer: Rowling owns everything.
Summary: Severus and Remus play a friendly game of cards.
Author's Notes: Part of the Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest - Third Wave Three-Word Challenge: "True love waits" [phrase]. Thank yous: Always to Cindy Lou. Unending gratitude to my betas: Betty and Sher (for going the extra mile), and also to Taran, Shah-rhe, and Neotoma. Credits to Cybele, Rhyssen, and Lostiawen for hopefully being flattered and not upset at my references to their works!
Severus trailed the scent of Flesh-Preserving Potion behind him as he entered the Great Hall for lunch. All morning he'd been working like a house-elf to replenish salves and antidotes for Poppy Pomfrey. The summer heat and humidity barely penetrated the cool dungeons and he was the only staff member at the table not dripping with sweat. Despite the fact that he could smell Hagrid's pungent reek across the room, it was Severus that the werewolf wrinkled his nose at when he sat down next to him, quietly requesting, "Severus, would you mind not sitting next to me, please? You smell like something horrid and the full moon is close."
Severus smirked. "Why should I care? I don't mind being responsible for putting you off your feed."
Lupin pursed his lips and pulled out his wand. "Oh, for Heaven's sake," he said with an irritated flourish of his wand. With an "Odoratus Purgo," the stench was gone. From Severus, at any rate. The teachers' table in general still smelled of sweaty bodies.
Severus glared. "You do know that your reputation as mild-mannered and pleasant is the only thing that just kept you from being hexed six ways to Sunday, yes?" He idly twirled his wand between his fingers; Lupin didn't recall noticing when exactly it had appeared. "Don't ever pull a wand on me again without an explanation, Lupin," he threatened, returning his attention to his lunch.
Lupin rolled his eyes. "Then don't push me during the waxing moon, Severus. I get a bit edgy. I'll make it up to you, though - I overheard you talking to Hagrid this morning about picking up some parcels for you in Hogsmeade. I'd be more than happy to retrieve them myself; the walk would do me good."
Severus agreed. He was simply too busy to go himself and trusted Lupin as much as Hagrid. He directed Lupin to the apothecary for the main parcel and to the post office to collect anything that might be waiting there for him. Frequently his parcels were too volatile to be entrusted to owls.
Several hours later there was a knock at the door of his laboratory, causing Severus to jerk and almost spill the ladle of Bubotuber pus. "What?" he growled at the near mishap; dragon-hide gloves were difficult to fit to his long-fingered hands and he wasn't about to carelessly destroy another pair.
Lupin opened the door and popped his head in. "I have your packages," he said happily, and indeed he did, hovering in the air before him. "Where shall I set them down?"
Severus nodded to a workbench that was mostly empty and turned back to his potions. Lupin lingered for a moment, uncertain, before he left him to his work.
It wasn't until just before dinner that Severus had a chance to look at what Lupin had brought him. From the apothecary, there were the black rose petals with the permanent freshness charm on them, eggshells of various reptiles, one bag each of powdered copal and dried elderflowers, a Fire Crab's claw, a gallon of fresh rat spleens, and a jar of vapor from an Unplottable marsh in South America that seemed to be a new breeding ground for Lethifolds.
He moved to his desk with the post that he had not collected in the last few weeks, which contained several back-issues of potions journals (reading), some correspondence from tiresome former pupils wanting letters of reference (kindling), adverts from disreputable new potions suppliers (more kindling), and finally, a sample of a potion a former student was working on (unpaid work).
Unfortunately, the former student was an employee at a company whose garish packaging proclaimed itself "Penelope's Posh Porn Palace," a new boutique at the slightly-more-respectable end of Knockturn Alley. The potion in question was a lubricant which his former student, Miss Moulds, described: "The base is fine, but it solidifies once the treacle flavoring is added, and de-emulsifies completely back to liquid when I try to make the pumpkin juice flavored one. Also, in general, it's too gluey for the intended purpose. Please help?"
Too simple to be a real challenge, but he did owe her one, as she had been one of the best Slytherins in his classes. More to the point, she had refrained from ever mentioning to anyone the time she had caught him flipping through a confiscated issue of "Swish and Flick" in his office. She also seemed to have included several lurid fliers from the store and samples of a few of the products already being marketed: glossy magazines (the aforementioned publication included - a very Slytherin hint), fruit-flavored lubricants, a cutting of a hybrid Devil's Snare plant that would restrain rather than kill, and a tub of gelatinous goo that he preferred to throw away rather than contemplate the use of. He spared a moment to be slightly embarrassed, thinking about how amused Lupin would be if he had gone through Severus' mail.
The final item in the parcel was a small box. A deck of cards. The box named the game as "Gryffindors versus Slytherins." He snorted. True enough. Opening the box, he removed the deck and read the instructions. It was a simple game; pretty much the same as "Wizard's Duel: The Card Game." Oddly non-sexual, he thought.
Then he looked at the cards.
The first red-bordered card showed 7th year Gryffindors Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan snogging enthusiastically. He blinked. The next card depicted Ron Weasley enthusiastically sucking off Harry Potter, although the camera angle revealed no actual flesh. In the next one Potter was fucking an eager Draco Malfoy up against a wall, and in the next (finally a Slytherin card), Blaise Zabini was being simultaneously spanked by Gregory Goyle and mouthed by Vincent Crabbe.
Severus put down the deck of cards. He took a deep breath in, held it, and breathed out slowly. Again. And again.
All right then. So they were sexual after all.
He wasn't certain that he had decided to keep flipping through the cards, but they were being dealt out onto his desk by his hands, so he must have.
The next card he turned over showed the recently graduated Percy Weasley in the showers with Oliver Wood in full Quidditch uniform. Next were the finally-gone Weasley twins sixty-nineing. The highest card in the Slytherin deck amused him greatly; Potter in a green gingham dress being spanked by a positively gleeful Malfoy. That card was followed by Malfoy fondling Marcus Flint in the prefects' bathroom, then by Malfoy on top of the youngest Weasley boy, and finally Malfoy nude, held in Lucius' lap in a wholly inappropriate manner which made Severus' skin crawl.
The deck displayed every pairing possible, every grade of kissing to shagging and everything inbetween. Every role, every fantasy, every idle sexual thought he'd ever had about his recent pupils. Even the girls were featured on a few cards; towards the end of the deck were a few low-denomination cards of Hermione Granger kissing Lavendar Brown and Pansy Parkinson entwined with Millicent Bulstrode. He shivered again. He didn't want to see that. The one time he'd had to rouse the girls' dormitory in the early morning was more than enough.
Were all of the students at Hogwarts gay? He considered for a moment, then dismissed it. Perhaps the cards were somehow keyed to him. All of the students depicted were either 7th years or recently graduated, and most of them were ones he'd thought about sexually. Idly, of course; he never let his mind focus on the annoying nubile creatures while he was pleasuring himself at night, knowing how difficult it would become to glare at them the next day.
They must be keyed to him, somehow. By touch? He didn't think it likely that card manufacturers would go to the trouble of creating charms so complex. Perhaps it was a standard deck of all the currently of-age young people in the wizarding community. Since the pictures were not strictly explicit - careful camera angles prevented any hint of genitals ever being shown - consent would not have had to be obtained. Yet, the pictures of the Malfoys... They must be illusions of some sort.
While his mind was mulling over the practicalities, his errant hands had continued to turn over the cards until he had gone through the entire deck. Once finished, those same hands drifted into his lap and started unbuttoning his robes and trousers. Mind elsewhere, eyes focused on the pictures, his fingers slowly reached in and started stroking himself to hardness.
Severus shook his head to clear it and noticed what he was doing. He almost stopped himself before deciding, why not? It was the holidays and no one was about. It was too warm for anyone to come and bother him. It was, in fact, hot. He was hot.
He languidly stroked his hot flesh, reclining in his chair. The pictures moved slightly within their borders, back and forth. His eyes fixed on the card with the twins. It was very red, he noted absently.
A knock at the door startled him out of his reverie. He quickly buttoned up, grateful he hadn't gotten very far, and as always, that the voluminous robes obscured everything. Rising and moving around the desk to head off whomever was at the door, he called out, "Enter."
It was Lupin.
His eyes met Severus', taking in the heightened coloring in his cheeks. Lupin scented the air. "Busy?" he asked, brushing past Severus towards the desk.
Severus internally cringed. "No. Just going through my mail." He turned around slowly to see Lupin studying the cards with a raised brow. The other man did that rather well, he noted absently.
"Intriguing deck, Severus," Lupin observed with a tiny smirk playing about his lips.
Severus cleared his throat and tried to will away his erection. Lupin's nose flared a bit in a more deliberate sniff. His eyes fixed on the groin area of the Potions master's robes.
"They seem to have been a free gift from a sex shop. I'm assisting a former student with a potion for them. She included several free samples of merchandise," Severus said with as much dignity as he could muster with a hidden hard-on.
Lupin was quiet for a few minutes, eyes glancing over the cards. Suddenly he scooped them up into a tidy pile and put them back into the box, which he wiggled under Severus' nose with a smile. "Fancy a quick game?" he asked. "We can go back to my chambers and have a drink."
Severus considered. The sun was setting and the oppressive heat had probably lifted throughout the castle. Still, he wasn't really one for social calls. But then, a drink was a drink. And with the cards... Intriguing, as Lupin had said. "Yes, all right," he answered with less reluctance than usual.
He had, of course, long been attracted to the other professor. They had an amiable relationship, or as close to one as Severus had ever had before. Lupin seemed to have been big-hearted enough to forgive Severus for getting him sacked, and he had finally forgiven Lupin for almost eating him, whether it had been his fault or not. A not-so-awkward friendship had sprung up between the two of them during their collaboration in the Order. Particularly after Sirius died. Severus had finally been able to let go of the past.
Well, most of it. The underlying attraction to Lupin that he had felt since before the fateful trip to the Whomping Willow remained. Simmering, as always. He was quite sure Lupin knew. The werewolf had been sniffing around after him for years now.
Or perhaps Lupin simply assumed Severus always smelled slightly of frustrated lust.
Once inside Lupin's rooms, Severus sat down at the table in the corner with two rickety chairs and a bottle of an inferior label of whisky. Without a word, Lupin conjured two glasses and sat down. He read the instructions.
"Now then. It's mostly the same game we played as kids, with the same rules. I'll deal from the left; it's Tuesday and it's past sundown, which means that if the people in the pictures jump from card to card, it's the card with the people in it that counts, not the empty frame. Shall we make this more interesting?" he asked, pouring the whisky.
Lowered inhibitions, Severus thought. He shrugged. "Why not? It's not like there's any strategy involved; it's all just chance. I loathe brainless games like this."
Lupin grinned. "Hopefully the pictures will keep your interest, then," he said, dealing.
As they began to play, they made a show of examining the pictures closely. Severus noticed that underneath the pictures, each card had a caption. They read them aloud as they put down their cards, one by one.
They both chuckled at the Harry and Draco card "Take it, bitch!" which won over Severus' card of Harry and Ron "Suck me". Severus drank. He wondered if Lupin was aroused.
His next card was the Weasley twins "Double your pleasure", which beat Lupin's Dean/Seamus "Never stop kissing me." Lupin drank. Clearly, the kinkier or more graphic card was the winner.
The room seemed to be getting warmer. Severus shifted in his chair, spreading his thighs slightly to make more space for his throbbing erection. Lupin seemed to be licking his lips a lot more than was necessary.
After a few more rounds, Lupin turned over a card with Percy Weasley and Neville Longbottom holding hands and blushing. "True love waits," he read from the caption.
Severus rolled his eyes in barely-feigned nausea, turning over his own card. He winced. It was the Draco and Lucius card. "That's it, come for Daddy," he read with disgust.
"Ugh," Lupin said, wrinkling his nose and drinking.
"Indeed," said Severus. He had a drink as well. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Lupin's legs were also spread a bit further apart than previously. His gaze slowly traveled up the other man's clothed body to his slightly pink cheeks. From the residual summer heat? The liquor? Or for the same reason Severus' own cheeks were tingling?
He caught Lupin's eye and to his surprise the werewolf blushed deeply.
Well then.
"Lupin," Severus said in a voice rich with whisky and desire, "Did you really bring me here to play cards?"
Lupin met his gaze and sniffed the air again. He smiled. "Not really. It was just a pretext to get you here."
"'Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker'?" Severus quipped. "Do I seem to be a helpless female in need of coercion to you?"
Lupin's smile grew. "No. But I know you're not overly fond of sweets."
Severus did the trademarked eyebrow raise. "Of course." Standing up, he swept the cards off the table with a grand gesture, and shoved the table out of the way as well. He grabbed fistfuls of Lupin's robe and hauled him up to standing. Before the other man could do more than blink in surprise, Severus planted his mouth firmly atop Lupin's in a searching kiss, ungentle and needy. He was satisfied with what he found.
With a quick motion, Severus pressed Lupin to the wall with his body and held him there while he explored the werewolf's yielding mouth. Their tongues delved into each others' depths equally, soft wet noises muted by Lupin's deep moans. His arms wrapped around Severus' body possessively.
Severus pushed harder against him, the other man's erection grinding into his thigh as his own pushed against Lupin's belly. Lupin undulated against him, hips pulsing steadily but gently, and he gasped and shivered when Severus broke the kiss and bit down on his throat.
Pulling away slightly, Lupin sniffed him again. He was clearly trying to stop writhing against Severus, but it seemed that the pleasure of the contact of their bodies was quickly overwhelming his self-control.
"You seem about ready to go off," Severus chuckled while nibbling Lupin's ear. His own cock felt harder than it had in ages, but the liquor staved off much of his sense of urgency. However, the werewolf was flushed and panting with need like a teenager, practically humping his thigh.
"Been a while," Lupin managed to gasp as Severus slid away and knelt, shoving up Lupin's robes and pulling down his pants. He smiled slightly, having correctly assumed that the summer heat meant the other professor was wearing as little under his robes as he was.
He looked up at Lupin, whose head was already thrown back against the stone wall, eyes closed, panting in anticipation. Severus smiled briefly, then got to work. His tongue gave one long lick up the shaft and a quick flick across the top to gather up the wetness, before he closed his mouth over Lupin's cock and swallowed it down. One hand held Lupin's thigh to steady them both and the other clutched gently at the other man's balls, already tight and hot.
Lupin groaned loudly and tried to thrust but Severus held him firmly. He sucked hard, no time for technique or finesse, and after what seemed like barely a minute, Lupin's hands clutched his head, shouting, "Now, Severus!" and then he was swallowing down the werewolf's come, still sucking and licking as the body in his arms shook.
Carefully, Severus pulled his mouth away. Lupin shivered against the wall. He finished removing Lupin's clothes and pulled off his own robe and shoes, as he pushed Lupin to the door he hoped led to the bedroom.
Lupin staggered to the bed and fell on it heavily. Severus went back to the sitting room, and returned with the whisky and small vial of oil. Lupin roused himself enough to comment, "Awfully prepared," in a husky voice.
Severus smirked. "I tucked the samples from the shop into my pocket for later. Didn't know I'd get to try them out on someone else so soon."
Lupin made a satisfied noise, eyes drifting shut again. Severus carefully upended the bottle and trickled the dregs of the whisky onto the other man's chest and slowly licked them off. The cool alcohol was an invigorating shock, followed by the warmth of Severus' tongue. Lupin moaned and spread his legs in clear invitation.
The taste of the whisky combined with Lupin's skin was too much to resist. Severus' control was slipping fast as his body demanded release. He pulled off his boxers and crawled between Lupin's legs, catching the last few drops of liquor from the other man's chest. There was an upward tug at his shoulder and Severus complied, detouring briefly to tease light pink nipples. Lupin gasped as Severus nibbled, pulling him more urgently up to a lingering kiss, where they explored each other's mouths more slowly than before.
Severus moaned in the back of his throat and began to gently grind his hips into Lupin's, noting with some surprise that the other man's erection had already returned. Severus looked at him questioningly.
Lupin replied with a lazy smile and pushed Severus off of him to roll over. Going up on hands and knees, he turned and looked back over his shoulder. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
Severus licked the back of Lupin's neck and shoulders, suckled a few knobby vertebrae, and bit gently down on a pleasingly firm buttock. He reached for the oil, spreading some on his fingers, and began to tease the werewolf's opening. Lupin moaned and sighed, pressing back as Severus leaned over him and whispered, "Is there something you want, Lupin?"
Lupin hummed contentedly before shifting and abruptly impaling himself on Severus' fingers. "Yes," he said succinctly. "You. Now."
Severus couldn't have agreed more. He removed his hand, applied more oil, and smoothly eased three fingers in, gently pulsing and stretching until finally Lupin relaxed. He began flexing his long digits inside until he found what he was looking for. Lupin gasped and shuddered with satisfaction, and after a moment moaned, "Now, Severus. Please."
"Are you sure?" he asked, teasing despite the ache building in his own groin.
"Yes, damn you," Lupin growled.
Severus coated himself with oil and carefully pushed in, both men groaning simultaneously. Severus paused for a moment before slowly beginning to work his cock in and out of Lupin's tight arse. "Oh yes," he sighed with bliss.
Lupin stretched his back and arched up to meet Severus' body, crooning, "Mmm... Severus... Yes...." His voice trailed off, lost in pleasure.
Severus' hand on Lupin's hip clenched involuntarily as Lupin ground back onto him, increasing the pace and pressure so that Severus slammed into him harder and deeper with each thrust. He began to pant as the moans of the man beneath him altered into needy whimpers, and he slammed deeper and harder into Lupin's willing body, pushing against Lupin's back with his hands for leverage. As Lupin's whimpers turned into howls of pleasure, Severus took his partner's cock firmly in hand and gave it two hard pulls, growling, "Is this what you want?" before Lupin convulsed under him, screaming "Yes, Severus, yes!" and spilling all over his hand.
Severus froze as much as he could, unable to stop his hips from moving entirely throughout the cataclysm. The clenching of the other man's arse on his cock was almost unbearable, and as soon as Lupin had relaxed and collapsed underneath him, Severus gave in to his overwhelming need and pounded roughly into the werewolf, groaning, "Sweet Merlin, you're so tight... Mmm, so good!" Thrusting wildly, out of control, pummeling the body beneath him, Severus climaxed and shook with the ferocity of his release, shouting, "Remus!"
He collapsed heavily onto Lupin.
After a few moments of catching his breath, Severus realized that Lupin was squirming and mumbling "Can't breathe," underneath him.
"Sorry," he apologized, gently withdrawing and falling to the side, facing him, eyes closed. He felt Lupin move forward and kiss his cheek, jaw, and brow, letting him pant and catch his breath. He slowly opened his eyes and met Lupin's gaze.
"That was pretty amazing," Lupin smiled.
He closed his eyes, feeling the other man shift around. "Indeed." Lupin pushed and nudged him into a face down position, which he was too dazed to protest. Warm hands soothed his muscles, petting and stroking down his back and legs. He drifted off for a few moments, but woke up quickly when he felt a puff of breath across his arse, and flinched in shock as a warm tongue probed him gently.
Lupin withdrew and returned to stroking his back. He squeezed Severus' buttocks and said quietly, "I want this too..."
Severus took a deep breath and forced himself to relax, nodding his assent. He was surprised to feel a slight stirring in his cock as he was carefully breached with oiled fingers, but knew nothing would come of it. He was frankly amazed that the other man was ready for a third round. "How is it...?" he managed to gasp, just as Lupin entered him. No; Remus, he thought, since he had said it out loud and they were clearly on intimate terms now.
He could hear the grin in the other man's voice behind him: "It's the number one advantage of being a werewolf. The only one, in fact."
Not bad, Severus thought, as he was slowly but thoroughly fucked. Remus was gentle with him and he relaxed into it, riding it out, feeling the other man's pleasure spread throughout his own body as if by osmosis, like a soporific drug.
"Wanted you for so long," Remus whispered into his ear as he quickly climaxed, holding Severus tightly.
Remus retrieved his wand from the floor and cleaned them off before collapsing next to Severus. The Potions master looked pensive.
"You all right? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Remus inquired with concern.
"No, of course not. I would have stopped you," Severus answered.
"What is it then?"
"I was just wondering why now, why tonight. Was it just the whisky and cards?" he asked in a carefully neutral voice. This certainly would bring another complication into their friendship, no matter which direction things took. He wasn't sure what he wanted or how he felt about it. The sex had been brilliant, though.
Remus laughed and Severus realized that he must have said at least part of that aloud. Sex always fuzzed up his brain and loosened his lips. Which was why he probably was the most celibate spy ever. Or had been, anyhow.
Remus kissed him for a few minutes before breaking away to make eye contact. "It was brilliant. And it will be complicated. Neither of us are simple men." He grinned suddenly and the knot of tension in Severus' stomach loosened. "I'm very pleased by how the evening turned out."
"You'd better be; it seems you scored twice more than I did," Severus yawned. "I'll have to send an owl thanking Miss Moulds for the samples."
Remus chuckled and kissed him yet again. "We'll have a rematch, then, and see if you can beat me. And by the way, the cards were from me."
"You sly wolf," Severus yawned. "I should have known you didn't play fair."
"All's fair in love and war," Remus murmured, snuggling into his chest and pulling the sheets up over them.
Severus supposed it was, wrapped an arm around his lover, and fell asleep.
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