A/N - Eepzers! I'm glad everyone got it. I asked my friend to proof-read it first and she didn't even know there was a hidden pairing -sweatdrop-. Well, I guess everyone's just more observant than she is. Ditzy girl...
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Title – Obsession
Author – Kawaii Kinomoto
Genre – Angst/Romance
Rating – R
Warnings – Slash, Language
Main Pairings – Severus/Remus, Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter and it's characters/places/settings. So don't sue. =)
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Interlude :- Musings of a Greasy-Haired Git
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A lone boy lay on his bed, awake. Even with the deep green curtains around him, he still felt cold chills running across his body. Maybe it was Mother Nature that decided to make him pay. Maybe she thought that he should freeze to death after what he had done. The boy didn't bother to pile more of his blankets over himself. The wind was just a hindrance anyway, nothing but a mere annoyance. All thoughts were focused on the events of the past hour.
Gods, you were beautiful. Absolutely-fucking-gorgeous, the way you looked with the dimmed lights my wand was generating. An angel in it's utmost glory. When you saw me standing over you, nervousness in your eyes, I felt like holding you. I wanted to shield you from all the evils out there, wanted to protect your innocence. But that was only wishful thinking. For even the fortress protecting the prince is already corrupted.
The boy laughed bitterly, a sharp bark, piercing through the dark night. Snores around him quietened, before starting up again. The prat Goyle probably forgot to raise his pillows again. Lucius always complained about the boy's snores and had demanded that he had better do something to stop it, or else. The white-haired boy was a light sleeper, and would wake up at the sound of a mouse squeak.
See what you make me do, Lupin? Stupid Snape sprouting stupid poems. But when we had touched lips, time stood still, literally. I felt my heart stop before the taste of strawberries enclosed around me, along with a hint of chocolate. You always loved that stuff. I'd watch you, day after day, sneaking a small block of chocolate every dinner. Even from the other side of the room, I could see you first licking it slowly, having the look of absolute bliss on your face, before closing your mouth around it, savouring the delicious taste. You never bit, for it would only put a stop to the wonderful feeling.
That's how I felt, when I bit your lip, drawing blood. Heavenly, blood from an angel. I never wanted it to stop. How wrong I sound. I've heard Lucius say in that offhandish way of his that blood was divine and is the perfect drink for the Gods. We had avoided him then, nobody daring to even step within a few feet between him, much to his annoyance. Lucius was always weird... distant, more like. It was as if he was waiting... waiting for a moment to break through and shine. He had something waiting for him out there, pulling him away from the realities of life. Wait... I'm wandering away from the subject. Where was I? Yes... Your blood, I never wanted it to stop. I wanted to drink and feel the copper-ish taste fill me again. I almost know why vampires enjoy it so much.
A loud 'SHH!' cut through the boy's thoughts.
Stupid Lucius. Fussing all the way. I wonder how bad his child would turn out to be, under his influence. I feel almost sorry for the kid, Lucius would set down all kinds of fucking rules and the child would probably never even feel at home in his own mansion.
When you had said that you've been in love with that mangy mutt of a Black, I wanted to shake you. You don't deserve him. He has only been playing with your emotions the whole way, you probably couldn't even count how many times he had a lay on the fingers of two hands. You deserve someone better. Someone who would love you. I love you. The knife in my heart twisted, but it didn't matter. For all that mattered was that I would have you in the end. Werewolves mate for life, after all. You won't be in love with Black soon. He doesn't even know about your affections towards him. You should be the one loving me. I can give you the love that you want. Would you be embarrassed? That greasy ol'Snape was willing to do anything for you? I didn't lie. I still mean it.
I can't believe that you would trust Black, of all people. Why do you even want to look at him with hopeful eyes? I hate seeing the pain you have to endure when Black's going on and on, boasting about his latest conquest. Such a fool. The dagger cut deeper as I recall you looking in my eyes, full of trust, seeing not Severus Snape, but that stupid prick instead. Not him! Don't look at him like that! Only me! Jealousy faded as we had joined as one, unshed tears threatening to spill your eyes as I entered, I had kissed them away, tasting the salty tang in my mouth. I hated seeing you cry and right then, I was more than willing to brutally murder the person who would dare hurt you. Seeing you have that look of pure ecstasy on your face brought me to the edge. Gods, I love you Remus. You just don't know how much.
The boy turned to the bedside table and fumbled for his beloved picture. Even in the dark, he could still see the outline of the boy faintly in the photograph.
You'll hate me for what I did, Remus. But you'll still love me in the end. There is no other choice...
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Title – Obsession
Author – Kawaii Kinomoto
Genre – Angst/Romance
Rating – R
Warnings – Slash, Language
Main Pairings – Severus/Remus, Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter and it's characters/places/settings. So don't sue. =)
- - -
Interlude :- Musings of a Greasy-Haired Git
- - -
A lone boy lay on his bed, awake. Even with the deep green curtains around him, he still felt cold chills running across his body. Maybe it was Mother Nature that decided to make him pay. Maybe she thought that he should freeze to death after what he had done. The boy didn't bother to pile more of his blankets over himself. The wind was just a hindrance anyway, nothing but a mere annoyance. All thoughts were focused on the events of the past hour.
Gods, you were beautiful. Absolutely-fucking-gorgeous, the way you looked with the dimmed lights my wand was generating. An angel in it's utmost glory. When you saw me standing over you, nervousness in your eyes, I felt like holding you. I wanted to shield you from all the evils out there, wanted to protect your innocence. But that was only wishful thinking. For even the fortress protecting the prince is already corrupted.
The boy laughed bitterly, a sharp bark, piercing through the dark night. Snores around him quietened, before starting up again. The prat Goyle probably forgot to raise his pillows again. Lucius always complained about the boy's snores and had demanded that he had better do something to stop it, or else. The white-haired boy was a light sleeper, and would wake up at the sound of a mouse squeak.
See what you make me do, Lupin? Stupid Snape sprouting stupid poems. But when we had touched lips, time stood still, literally. I felt my heart stop before the taste of strawberries enclosed around me, along with a hint of chocolate. You always loved that stuff. I'd watch you, day after day, sneaking a small block of chocolate every dinner. Even from the other side of the room, I could see you first licking it slowly, having the look of absolute bliss on your face, before closing your mouth around it, savouring the delicious taste. You never bit, for it would only put a stop to the wonderful feeling.
That's how I felt, when I bit your lip, drawing blood. Heavenly, blood from an angel. I never wanted it to stop. How wrong I sound. I've heard Lucius say in that offhandish way of his that blood was divine and is the perfect drink for the Gods. We had avoided him then, nobody daring to even step within a few feet between him, much to his annoyance. Lucius was always weird... distant, more like. It was as if he was waiting... waiting for a moment to break through and shine. He had something waiting for him out there, pulling him away from the realities of life. Wait... I'm wandering away from the subject. Where was I? Yes... Your blood, I never wanted it to stop. I wanted to drink and feel the copper-ish taste fill me again. I almost know why vampires enjoy it so much.
A loud 'SHH!' cut through the boy's thoughts.
Stupid Lucius. Fussing all the way. I wonder how bad his child would turn out to be, under his influence. I feel almost sorry for the kid, Lucius would set down all kinds of fucking rules and the child would probably never even feel at home in his own mansion.
When you had said that you've been in love with that mangy mutt of a Black, I wanted to shake you. You don't deserve him. He has only been playing with your emotions the whole way, you probably couldn't even count how many times he had a lay on the fingers of two hands. You deserve someone better. Someone who would love you. I love you. The knife in my heart twisted, but it didn't matter. For all that mattered was that I would have you in the end. Werewolves mate for life, after all. You won't be in love with Black soon. He doesn't even know about your affections towards him. You should be the one loving me. I can give you the love that you want. Would you be embarrassed? That greasy ol'Snape was willing to do anything for you? I didn't lie. I still mean it.
I can't believe that you would trust Black, of all people. Why do you even want to look at him with hopeful eyes? I hate seeing the pain you have to endure when Black's going on and on, boasting about his latest conquest. Such a fool. The dagger cut deeper as I recall you looking in my eyes, full of trust, seeing not Severus Snape, but that stupid prick instead. Not him! Don't look at him like that! Only me! Jealousy faded as we had joined as one, unshed tears threatening to spill your eyes as I entered, I had kissed them away, tasting the salty tang in my mouth. I hated seeing you cry and right then, I was more than willing to brutally murder the person who would dare hurt you. Seeing you have that look of pure ecstasy on your face brought me to the edge. Gods, I love you Remus. You just don't know how much.
The boy turned to the bedside table and fumbled for his beloved picture. Even in the dark, he could still see the outline of the boy faintly in the photograph.
You'll hate me for what I did, Remus. But you'll still love me in the end. There is no other choice...