Warning: Oh...as graphic slash as an R rating will allow me.
Dedication: For all you Severus/Remus fans out there. Lord, but I love this pairing!
Author's Note: Mmmm. Smut! Very soft core smut, but smut all the same. Isn't it a wonderful thing? Things heat up a bit in this chapter, in more ways then one! Enjoy!
A Personal Affair
Chapter Six
"Are you coming to bed or not?"
Remus tensed, his breath catching in his throat. He had been standing awkwardly just inside the door for about five minutes. Severus was already *in* bed. He was propped up against a few pillows, book in his hands, covers up to his waist, and shirtless.
//Oh god...// Remus wasn't sure if his knees were going to hold. Severus wasn't going to win any awards, but the sight of his slim, smooth chest was enough to drive sex-starved Remus to rampant desire.
"Er...yes." Remus finally managed to gasp out. He was trembling, and Severus was just watching him.
"Then what's taking you so long." Severus placed his book aside, and folded his arms. //Those eyes...//
"I just...I Remus took a shaking step forward. It suddenly seemed as though the bed was miles away. He would never be able to make the entire distance. And he felt rather shabby in his worn and faded night shirt.
"I'm sorry." He said, shaking his head. "I'm..." He couldn't even find the words. He took a step back, his heart pounding in his chest. What was he doing? What the hell was he doing?
"Changing your mind *now*, Lupin?" Severus asked, black eyes narrowing.
"Not exactly..." Remus was shaking, and he clenched his fists to try and steady himself. "I just...it's been a very long time. And I get self consious, and nervous, and..."
"Remus, shut up and get over here." Severus snapped.
"Excuse me?" The harsh tone shocked Remus, and helped him get a hold of himself.
"I want to make love you to you, and I can't do it with you halfway across the room."
"You..I...Severus..." Remus was having difficult forming words. //He does want sex. He wants to sleep with me. Oh god...I don't think I can...//
"Remus." Severus threw off the covers and stood up. He *was* wearing boxer shorts. Black ones. "You've no need to be nervous."
"I can't help it." Remus shrugged helplessly. "It's been so long from me...I've only had one relationship, and that was back in school..."
"Oh?" Severus tilted his head. "Who?"
"Peter." Remus was almost ashamed to admit it now.
"Ah." Severus just nodded. "That was a long time ago. And though it may have been a while, I assure you, nothing has changed."
"I know." Remus looked down, and he smelled Severus coming closer, putting his hands on his shoulders. "I just..." He sighed. His reserves were really rather stupid. "I guess I'm just a prude at heart."
"Hmm. And you assured me I wouldn't be disappointed in the bedroom..." Severus smiled slightly and kissed Remus gently, drawing him over to the bed. Remus was still trembling, and Severus could apparently tell it wasn't from pleasure. "I'm not going to break out handcuffs or any such nonsense." The Potions master assured him.
"I must be making a wonderful impression." Remus said, sighing. He let Severus draw him down onto the bed, where he just rested his head against the other mans shoulder. Bare shoulder. Smooth, silky, inviting, bare shoulder...
"Mmm." Severus moaned slightly as Remus ran his tongue lightly over his shoulder. //Maybe I just need to ease into things...// Remus thought to himself. He could smell Severus' excitement, and that was certainly helping.
"Kiss me..." Remus whispered, lifting his head to Severus' once more. They fell in a tangle of lips and legs back onto the bed, twisting in the sheets and covers, Remus' legs getting caught in the fabric. He let his tongue slip into Severus' mouth, exploring and tasting. He felt Severus' hands on his back, slipping under the nightshirt to play across his bare skin.
"Feeling better?" Severus mumbled, kissing at Remus' neck.
"Much." Remus smiled as Severus helped him slip out of his nightshirt, pressing his bare hip against him, molding their bodies together. Soon, both were naked, twining in the sheets, writhing and moaning against one another. It was over too soon, as far as Remus was concerned.
"Good lord." Remus muttered, attempting to extricate himself from the blankets and sheets.
"Having difficulty?" Severus was lying on his back, breathing hard. Both men were covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
"Just a bit." Remus pulled at on bit of sheet, and found himself toppling out of bed. "Damn it!" He sat up, rubbing the small of his back.
"For the love of God, Remus, get back into bed." Severus offered down a hand to help him, and with a bit of work, both men were settled under the covers, curled up next to each other.
"That was quite nice." Remus said, tucking his head against Severus' shoulder.
"I am inclined to agree."
"Thank you." Remus closed his eyes, just taking in Severus' scent. He was drained and exhausted, and completely relaxed. It was a good feeling.
"No reservations?" Severus pushed.
"None." Remus shook his head, cheek sliding smoothly against Severus' skin.
"And Black...?"
"Will learn to live with it." Remus hoped his tone put an end to any more questions or comments about Sirius. "I'm happy. That should be all that matters."
"Should is the operative word."
"Yes, well, there's really nothing to discuss." Remus looked up, frowning slightly. "What he thinks doesn't matter, and that's the end of it."
"Fine." Severus' voice held a tinge of frost, and Remus realized that Sirius would always be a wedge between them. Especially when he was sharing a home with them. What would Sirius do, if Remus was affectionate to Severus in front of him? Or if they shared some private joke? It wasn't something he wanted to deal with. Right then, he just wanted to sleep, content in Severus' arms.
***
Down the hall, Sirius was not a happy camper. Remus, it seemed, was quite loud. Loud enough to be heard all the way down the hall. Of course, Sirius had been unconsciously *listening*, but still...
"Disgusting." He muttered, pacing the length of his rather small guest room. He could only imagine what was going on in the master bedroom. Except that he didn't want to. At all. Remus' sexuality was no problem, it was Snape. Why did it have to be Snape?
//Stupid, greasy git. Wish he'd just drop dead.// Sirius punched his pillow, anger rising. //How can Remmie like a bastard like that?// It didn't make sense to him. //He's nothing but an arrogant...//
The pillow went sailing across the room. Remmie deserved so much better!
//This isn't going to last. I'm not going to let it. Remmie'll understand. It's for the best...he can do much better then Snape...//
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Hehehe. Mean old Sirius...