Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Severus Snape / Remus Lupin

Summary: Beneath that exterior there is a beast, but the exterior is something that one wants. Deliver the Wolfsbane potion, and be on your way. Do not linger, do not give yourself away.

Warning/Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: See the lady that's still tweaking the fifth book? That one over there with the initials JKR? Yeah, her. She owns the characters, I don't.

Feedback: Craved and desired.

He took the Wolfsbane without ever muttering a word. Oh, sometimes Severus Snape would hear the occasional sour word about it tasting bad, but otherwise that was it.

 
He would go to Remus Lupin's quarters early in the evening, all ways before the twilight of the full moon would fall upon the school, and deliver the potion to him directly. All ways waiting, and watching, for him to take the goblet into his thin -- for the hands of a beast, they are quite neat and elegant, a pianists hands -- hands and rotate the steaming liquid around just a bit before he finally lifted it to his peach toned -- so soft and supple, like a perfect bow, ready to be nibbled upon -- lips, and took the potion into his body.


To keep the wolf at bay for yet another full moon, and to not give into the urges that the beast had.


So Severus watched him gulp down the potion as quickly as he could. Watched as it burned it's way down that -- delicious, positively divine line of throat, anyone who would think anything but that is foolish -- throat, watched as he nearly slammed the goblet down, and took great deep breaths to steady himself as the potion seeped -- oh, Merlin I wish I could be that potion, to pour into his body like that, to move into it like liquid fire -- into his every vein, and worked it's magic.


Then those golden -- heavenly, lupine, so decadent, so able to devour me whole, yes ... please ... -- eyes would lock with his, and he would meet them with his own icy gaze.


"Is there anything else, Severus?"


Yes, I want to fuck you into the floor, make you scream, make you beg, make you so delirious with passion that you can only chant my name over and over again.


"There's nothing else, werewolf. I'll be on my way." He pulled his robes closer around him, picked up the goblet, and looked up into his eyes once more.


Understanding.


Severus turned and left, and only when he heard the howls of pain from the transformation did he feel like himself again.