Disclaimer:
I don't own them and never will, but I can dream about them, can't I?
Sleeping
Beauty
by
Foxfeather
It was the
night past the full moon when the door to Remus Lupin's rooms in Hogwarts slowly
opened and a figure carefully and silently slid inside. The room looked
deserted. Right to the door stood a large wardrobe. On the right wall a
nightstand with piles of books. In the corner, length to the outer wall, a
four-poster bed with a colourful quilt tucked neatly under the mattress, an
old-looking wooden chest at the end of the bed, under the window a desk
overflowing with parchment and books. Left to the door shelves with more – what
else – books, and a large fireplace with flames crackling inside at the
remaining wall. Next to it was the closed door to the bathroom, which was
heated by the tiled backside of the fireplace. In front of the fireplace stood
two oversized-looking armchairs on a worn rug, between them a small table, on
which stood a teapot and a matching cup.
Carefully,
to not make any kind of noise, the figure moved a few steps further into the
room. Legs, rested on a large padded stool came into view, an open book resting
on the thighs. The figure moved a bit more to the side and stopped, taking in a
long view of the sleeping man in the chair.
Remus
Lupin, sandy-brown hair growing grey at the temples looked younger than his 35
years in his sleep. Though he had dark circles under his eyes and looked like
he had been on a diet for far too long, – side-effects from his transformation
into a werewolf the last night – his face looked peaceful and calm. Lupin was
clad in long dark-brown robes with a long row of small buttons at the front,
fastened around his waist by a braided cord. The robe was patched up at the
elbows with a slightly darker cloth, the rims of collar, sleeves and hem looked
worn out and slightly frayed out. He was in socks, his shoes standing neatly on
the floor next to the stool. Over his left shoulder floated a ball of yellowish
light about the size of the golden snitch that Lupin apparently had used as a
reading light. The over-all impression was that of a man reclining from a long
and hard illness, pale skin and fragile bones, warming in the flickering warmth
of the fireplace.
After long
minutes of observation the intruder moved again, this time with more assurance,
as if convinced that the man in the chair would not wake up. Slightly trembling
fingers opened the top buttons of a robe until the cloth followed the pull of
gravity down to the floor with a barely audible swoosh. Underwear followed
quickly and last the figure stepped out of slippers and cloth pile and slid
over to the man in the chair. Carefully the figure pulled the book out of
Lupin's hands and placed it on the table, marking the page with a piece of
parchment that Lupin had obviously used as a bookmark and that had glided onto
the floor. Then the figure swung one leg over the teacher's propped up ones and
started to kneel over his lap, when the reading light suddenly started to move
and change colour. Juggling from red to green to yellow like a mad traffic
light it hopped up and down in the air in front of Lupin's face as if it was
trying to wake him and warn him of the intruders actions. The figure froze in
mid-movement as Lupin stirred and adjusted himself between the intruders knees
right and left of his thighs. Then his breathing deepened again as he sunk back
to the depths of sleep. The intruder released a small sigh and wiped the
annoying light-ball aside with a wink of the hand. Still blinking, it settled
down on top of the book, where after some seconds it dimmed to a resigned
brown.
The
intruder's attention turned back to the sleeping man in the chair.
Ever-so-lightly settling weight onto Lupin's thighs, not taking the look for a
moment from his face, taking in every flicker of uneasiness, every twitch of
muscle. With trembling fingers the figure then started to open the buttons of
Lupin's robe, one by one, stopping after each one to check on the man's
slumber, down to the cord's knot, fighting with it, but finally triumphant, and
deeper still. The cloth unveiled a surprisingly muscular chest, slightly
covered with nearly invisible hair and marked with a fine network of scars from
the wolf's fights against walls and furniture, against bars and beasts.
Without
touching the skin the figure tugged at the robe's cloth to slide it down the
sleeper's shoulders, trapping his arms against his body in the process.
Uncovering the angry red scar where the werewolf hat bitten Lupin when he was a
child the intruder gave a shocked gasp. Under the gush of air Lupin's body
reacted and his nipples became hard.
Trembling
at that sight, the intruder leaned forward and kissed Lupin softly on the
half-opened lips. When the man didn't wake, the kisses became bolder. Lupin
gave a small sigh when the intruder's tongue slid into his mouth and caressed
his teeth. Seemingly taking the events as some sort of dream, Lupin began to
react and kissed back, taking the intruder by surprise. With a shiver hands
began to roam the sleeper's body, tracing scars, stroking shoulders. The kisses
became deeper and the intruder began to give soft moans, feeling other parts of
Lupin's body react as well. Unable to resist much longer the intruder pushed
down Lupin's boxers and began to stroke his cock, preparing for the sweet pain
that would follow soon. With this, Lupin finally woke up, foggy gaze trying to
focus on the intruder's face, eyes widening in shocked recognition. Before
Lupin could protest the intruder guided his cock inside and the intruder's name
on Lupin's lips came out as a strangled cry. Lupin's eyes drifted shut again
when the intruder closed his mouth with a hungry kiss and began to move in
slow, tantalizing rhythm. Lupin's face flushed and his hands tried to grab his
lover's head. Trapped by the robe he hectically began to wriggle out of the
sleeves and encircled the other's body, pulling it close to his own, their
tongues now duelling for dominance. Their movements against each other became
more and more frantic to culminate in an intense orgasm.
Panting
they lay in each other's arms afterward, sweat gleaming on their bodies,
kissing here and there, bathing in the glow of the love-making they just shared
and the equally warm glow of the burned down fire of the fireplace. With a
shower of sparks the last log crumbled to red glow.
His voice
hoarse Lupin finally spoke: "Oh my God, what have we done?"
The End.
Please
review! Who do you think is this mysterious
intruder? (I surely know who of Hogwart's inhabitants I had in mind writing
this, but I won't tell! ;-)