"Snupin"
by Battlescar
A/N: OMG I LOVE YOU ALL. Thanks to the eight of you who left comments, it really boosted my ego. I appreciate the love. So, as a reward, here is chapter two.
to coffeedreams: If you really want to know why Severus was crying... you'll have to hang on. To tell the truth, I'm still writing this story and I haven't even wrote in that part yet. I'm a bit stuck in chapter four right now... bah.
to MooseDeEvita: This isn't my first HP fic, but rather the first one I'm posting on or have shared with anyone other than my best friend. Soo woo!
to hobgoblen: Ummm why is Snupin a popular pairing you ask? Well, I don't know. Personally I love them because of the whole chemistry thing, because Snape is such an asshole and Lupin is such a nice guy. They seem like such an unlikey yet likey pairing all at once. And personally, from what I've read, Snape isn't always the weak one. Personally, he seems like he'd be a lot more weak, naive and easy to take advantage of when he was younger... he seems like he'd be much more innocent because he never really had any friends or anything, and he seems like he had such the potential to be a good guy, but you know. When people age, though, they grow, and seeing all the loss the poor guy's had, of course he becomes a prick. Just my opinion. ;)
To everyone else who reviewed.... THANK YOU SO MUCH! You guys are my new best friends (okay, well not really, but I love you all the same.) Anyway, onto chapter two! (This chapter was so fun to write, because HOLY SHIT DO I LOVE SIRIUS.)
P.S. Happy holidays!!! It's Hannukah, at least.
(I have to stop making such long introductions)
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Chapter Two - Sirius' Confession
(Later that night...)
The common room was empty, except for two figures sitting in the flickering firelight. Sirius sat quietly beside James, who was once again talking about his "beloved Lily."
"She's so pretty, and nice, and cool, and has great boobs, and I know I should ask her out," he went on, Sirius thought to himself, "but I'm scared she's gonna reject me," and on, "and I'm afraid of rejection," and on, Sirius rolled his eyes with growing irritation, "because then I won't know what to do..." and JESUS CHRIST FUCKING ON AND ON!!!
Sirius let out a loud sigh of exasperation and hit James in the face with a cushion, "Holy HELL James you're a great guy and all but do you ever SHUT UP!?"
James blinked and glanced over at him, "Sirius? What's wrong?" he asked knowingly, his eyes concerned, but was unfazed by Sirius' sudden outburst.
Sirius sighed at his friend's simple reaction and shook his head, looking completely worn out and upset, "I'm in love, Prongs."
"You're in love?" James echoed in grinned, "But Padfoot! You're a fox! You have so many guys (and guys...) hanging all over you! How could you choose just one...?"
"I'm not a fox, I'm a dog," muttered Sirius, with a sense of amusement (but however, without a smile), and shrugged, "It's a lot easier than it seems. It's not like I could really help it..." James nodded. "So who's the lucky lady?" he grinned, elbowing Sirius, who lowered his eyes.
"Well, actually..." he began quietly, making James' jaw drop to the floor.
"It's not a bloke is it!? Holy hell Sirius I thought you were straight!"
Sirius growled at his friend, "Shut up!" he yelled angrily, furrowing his eyebrows and letting out an angry sigh, "Look, Jamie. You're my friend and I trust you, alright? And YES. I am bloody fucking straight for your goddamn information. But... this is different. I can tell you this, but you can't tell anyone, and even though you're like a brother to me, if you do I'll break your bloody neck."
James watched him with a blank stare, "Sirius," he started slowly, "...Padfoot. You KNOW I wouldn't."
Sirius nodded and leaned back in his chair, "I'm in love with Moony," he said simply, staring into the fire longingly. James' eyes bugged out of his head and he leaned over the side of the chair to look Sirius straight in the eyes, "MOONY!? Remus? Remus J. Lupin, Sirius?" he cried, "Agh, this is a doubly whammy!" he threw his arms up in defeat.
"James, if you're homophobic, that's fine–"
"No!" James shook his head, "I'm not. I'm just really surprised, is all. REALLY really reeeally surprised," they sighed in unison, "So... um, then... think he feels the same way about you?" James asked helplessly, and Sirius shrugged.
"I don't know. I doubt it," Sirius frowned, "Gods, what the hell is wrong with me?" James watched him curiously.
"Personally," James started, ignoring Sirius' cries of self-hatred and self-pity, "I think you need to find out if he likes you." Sirius' head snapped up, and he shook his head nervously.
"N-No," he sputtered, "I mean, I couldn't, this is nuts. What if he never talks to me again?"
"Sirius!" James cried, interrupting the other boy's frantic thoughts, "You're starting to sound like me," he grinned, "but that's not the case," sighing, he fixed his glasses, "Sirius. Since when have you ever cared before about rejection? You don't sound like yourself at all!"
"We're talking about bloody LOVE, James!" snapped Sirius, "and with a bloody guy! And that guy is one of my best fucking friends! Remus!! Of course I'm not acting like myself! I've never felt this way before!"
James sat pale and wide-eyed at the raging black-haired beast in front of him.
Suddenly, Remus came stumbling down the steps from the boys dormitories, wearing only his boxers and rubbing his eyes, his touseled hair askew. "Was... someone yelling?" he asked sleepily, making Sirius blush to his roots.
"It was me," James smiled weakly, "I was ranting about Lily again. Sorry Moony, go back to sleep..." Sirius looked at him in awe and grinned, and Remus nodded, shuffling back up the stairs. Sirius watched him until he was gone, and turned back to James.
"You don't think he actually HEARD what I said, do you?" he asked nervously. James shook his head, "No, I don't, Padfoot."
Sirius nodded and pulled his friend into a hug, "Thanks for that," he smiled gratefully.
James nodded, "That's what friends are for."
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Remus sighed, collapsing onto his bed and closing his eyes. Sweet solitude. But wow, did everything that happened that day really happen? He had made out with Severus Snape in the middle of the bloody hallway!
It was great, yes, unexplainably great, but that didn't stop Remus from being upset. Why did he kiss me back? He wondered to himself, Apparently he enjoyed it as much as I did, but I never would have believed so in a thousand years. If you had told me yesterday that today I'd have had kissed Severus Snape, I wouldn't have believed you. I felt him against my bloody leg! He shivered at the memory, a pleasant feeling traveling up his spine. And I don't even know... I mean, I'm still not even sure who kissed who! Remus opened his eyes, glancing around at the empty room that surrounded him. He wondered what would become of all this, how the Slytherin really felt about him, and honestly, about where, when, how and whether or not they would have sex.
Remus' mind wandered and focused on the dark haired Slytherin. He could feel an emotion building up inside of his heart... and an oh so painfully pleasant familiar feeling building up in his, er, nether region.
That Slytherin brat... Remus couldn't help but be attracted to him. He fancied Severus Snape, who was supposed to be one of his biggest enemies, and he didn't even know exactly why. He was good-looking sure, but it was something else. Lupin's hand traveled lower at just the thought of Severus, lower and lower, traveling beneath the elastic waistband of his boxers. Taking his manhood in his head he thought of the scowling Slytherin, his face, his body, running his fingers along his shaft gently, testing himself and growing slowly impatient. The urge to be rougher drove him insane, and after only moments did it finally take him over.
Wrapping his fingers more tightly around his throbbing member, he slid his hand up and down, thrusting his hips in motion with each movement of his wrist. Remus remembered the feel of Snape's tongue in his mouth and let out a low moan. The feel of their bodies pressed together, and then he let his mind wander even more, imagining how it would feel to fuck Snape, and all the things he would do to him. So many kinky thoughts filled his mind. He could tie him up and make him scream, talk dirty, suck on his neck until he drew blood and then he would lick it all up. He couldn't wait to see the Slytherin naked and run his hands up and down the gorgeous exposed flesh. He liked pain, he would like to be bound so tightly that the ropes would cut into his skin. He wanted to be hit and yelled but most of all he just wanted Snape. In any way, shape for form, and he wanted him now. He thought off all the things he would use in his sexual encounters with Snape... leather, chains, candle wax, handcuffs... anything. How being nice would be just as good as being naughty, about how being gentle would be just as good; he thought about how he would gently touch Snape, teasingly, and drive him mad. And then he thought of all the things Snape would or could to do him.
His own hand felt good, but someone else's would feel so much better, and so then he imagined that his hand was not his own but Severus Snape's, wrapped around his cock and making his feel so fucking good.
Panting and sweating, he suddenly arched his back with a low moan, seed spilling out from him as he reached his climax. "Gods," he breathed, sitting up quickly and grabbing his wand from the table, muttering a quick cleaning spell. It hadn't been that good in awhile. He sighed and fell back onto his mattress. He shook his head, "I masturbate too fucking much," he groaned, and breathing heavily still, he closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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A/N: Holy shit this is the first time I've ever written masturbation. Um, yeah, so, don't kill me. I tried. Extremely hard (eheheh... hard.) and it didn't help that I wrote this at school. (Best place to write crazy Lupin wanking off stuff, eh?)
Yep. I'm done. Reviews would be muchly appreciated, as they motivate me to write more.