salixbabylon | Fic: Moon to Moon (26/30)

Title: Moon to Moon
Author:

salixbabylon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Severus, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Charlie
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Word Count: 411 for this part, ~17,300 overall
Disclaimer: Characters and places in this story, which appear in the Harry Potter novels, belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros. and Scholastic. I don't make, or intend to make money out of them. They're just so much fun to play with!

Summary: Thirty days in the life of a randy werewolf.

Author's Note: Set in some nebulous AU where Sirius is alive, Harry and the rest of the kids are 16, and everyone is staying at Grimmauld Place in the summer of August 1996. Credits to

pervy_werewolf for firmly planting the structural idea in my brain. Props to

sirkayem for betaing!

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Moon To Moon

September 8th, 1996: Day 26

I found the most interesting item on Severus' desk this morning while he was in the shower – an order form for Magical Indiscretions Adult Wizarding Novelties, a little shop in Festive Alley. And a receipt for two toys, which I am now intimately familiar with. So that's one mystery solved, at least, though not the motivation for his gifts.

And also, it does make it more clear to me that Severus is interested in me and has been for quite some time. After all, I received the first "gift" right after we began the new potion experiment... Perhaps the potion was part of his courtship plan as well... Although he did seem genuinely flustered the first few times we snogged... Well who knows – I'll have to ask the snarky, mysterious bastard and see what I can find out (as if he'd tell me).

My snarky, mysterious bastard.

Hmm. Too early to say, I suppose, but I think I might be in love. I know I'm in love with the way he snuffles in his sleep and the way he doesn't quite wake up entirely before thrusting back onto my cock in the middle of the night.

I won't say this is the best sex I've ever had, but only because such statements are a cliche and indicate a lack of perspective, not to mention insulting comparisons with former lovers. The shagging is brilliant though, and for once I can't decide if I prefer my cock in his arse or his in mine, or even if I favor a slow sweet screw over a rough-and-tumble hard fuck.

The fact that I get all four possibilities, without having to choose, and that he seems equally as flexible as I, is a phenomenal delight.

Since it was Sunday, we spent all day locked in Severus' quarters. I ache and am sore and have bruises everywhere – it seems that Severus doesn't have a problem with bites and marks, so long as he gets to leave his own in return. He hasn't spelled away the marks I've given him, nor even made a move to do so, although I suspect he will before class tomorrow morning. Perhaps he has already, even, since I'm back at Grimmauld Place for the night, now, as he has class straight away in the morning.

Ah well. I'll give him more the next time I see him. The sight of his neck, wreathed in mottled purple and red, makes my prick tingle.

Day 27