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Author's Note: This chapter contains Slash, which is hard-core male/male sex. I personally love it, but if it offends you, don't bother to flame me... I don't care. You have a proper warning and if you can't figure out that they are lovers by now, you are skipping chapters somewhere...
Chapter 36 - Severus' turn to heal
Professor Severus Snape sat in his study of his quarters in the dungeon, breakfast long since ending. He thought, perhaps, that he would make a dreamless sleep potion in order to rest just a bit this evening. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve. He was relieved to know that Rowan had been released from the daily care they had been giving her. He had brewed enough potions for her recovery. Although exhausted, he still needed to go to Diagon Alley to get a few token gifts for the staff. Christmas, he reflected in his glass of Firewhiskey, was a holiday for which he had no fond memories. Reflecting, he supposed at some point, that his parents must have enjoyed holidays, before they hated each other and in turn hated him.
In the days following her rescue, it was the nightmares that kept him from finding peace; he would always see her lying there, bloodied, battered, and broken. Her long hair matted as the wounds on her back oozed blood and puss. He could see the swollen eyes that tried to look into his from beneath the bruising. He could feel her beneath him, as he forced himself into her. He never got past this point.
He always woke there: her body, limp under his, as he pushed into her. He woke without the usual physical reaction of an erotic dream; in the last few days he, more often than not, wretched when he woke from that nightmare.
He sat at his desk deep in contemplation; mulling it over, much as he had done since his return to the castle to find her in his quarters, having fallen from the release of the portkey. He could still feel her ragged breath as he arrived, scooped her in his arms and held her close as he willed her to stay with him. He reflected on the reducing charm he had used on himself so as not to injure her any more than she already was. He questioned if he could have done more. He decided that he could not have. It was a difficult conclusion though.
He stood, casting the glass into the fireplace. "DAMN THEM" he said savagely to the walls around him; the sound of his anger vibrating back at him. He paced around the classroom, finally grabbing his heavy cloak and walking to the main hall and out the great front doors. His anger took him down the sloping lawn towards the Forbidden Forest, lost in thoughts to what he had been reduced.
He heard a dog bark in the distance. He turned to walk directly away from the gamekeeper's hut. Hagrid threw open the door, large crossbow in hand. Snape stopped still in the snow. Peering out of the doorway, his booming voice said "Profess'r?"
Snape steadied himself, "Yes Hagrid, it is me. Please put away that contraption before you hurt someone!" His air of authority restored after moments of indecision and being lost.
Hagrid walked down the steps of his cabin, coming closer to the potion's master. "'re ye' a'right?"
Snape looked up and down the massive being before him. "Quite. Now if you will excuse me." He turned to leave.
Hagrid put a hand out and grabbed the back of the cloak. "Na' ye' arn't, but if ya' come inside I think I c'n help." It wasn't a request. He simply turned and half drug the man back into his cabin. When they entered, Hagrid made some tea. Snape looked around the tiny hut with wonder, not sure he had ever seen the inside of it before. He saw a toad sitting on an egg in a cage near the roaring fireplace. Fang, the great boarhound, was watching him. Removing his wet cloak, he hung it on a hook near the fire to dry out as his eyes met Hagrid who smiled down at him as he handed a cup of Tea and Ogden's finest to him.
Seating himself facing the Professor, Hagrid sipped his tea. "Uh, P'rfesser, what 'xactly were ye' doin; out in the weather at this time o' night?"
"Apparently waiting for a game keeper to realize I was half frozen," Hagrid smiled, but silently urged him on. Sighing, taking a sip from the large mug, he said, "I have been having, uhm… detailed dreams of a particular event with which I cannot seem to find resolution." That should confuse the half-giant for a moment or two.
Hagrid smiled from beneath his shaggy beard. "I heard wha' ye did and wha' ye risked to save her. I know that has ta' be par' of the problem." Snape eyed him warily. "Look, Sev'r's, talk to me. Tell me wha' hap'n'd there."
Snape could not believe that he even considered telling this dunderhead a secret. Especially one in which he admitted the rape of a fellow teacher in the hideout of the Dark Lord. He considered Hagrid with caution; sizing him up and down, inside and out, seeking a weakness. But Hagrid was simply a good person and he had no weaknesses except he truly cared about the other teachers at Hogwarts. Standing abruptly, he reached for his cloak. "Thank you Hagrid for the offer, and the tea. I will take it under advisement." And he swept from the room before another word was spoken. Hagrid watch the Potions Master cross the lawns to the gate and with a tiny echoed pop, knew he was gone again.
Snape arrived at #12 Grimmauld Place with a pop. He looked around the kitchen. He didn't really have anywhere else to go and knew there was always someone there to be around that didn't have a three headed dog named Fluffy.
He wandered up the stairs and into the livingroom. Remus had done so much to rid this house of the Black heritage it had for so long, it almost seemed… 'Homey'. He entered and sat in a chair by the fire.
Remus entered from the drawing room a few minutes later. Spying Snape, sitting alone in a chair, in the middle of the night was the oddest thing he had seen to date in his life. Cautiously, he approached; being sure to step on the board that creaked to let him know he was in the room. Snape turned to face him, "Hello Remus," He said before stiffly turning back to the fire.
"Uhm, Severus? Are you okay? I mean, has something else happened?" He sat in a chair opposite the dark man.
"No, not really, well…." he made to stand.
Remus reached out to his arm. Remus had lost both his lovers during this time and wanted human contact, even if it was just this. "We don't have to talk. I hadn't planned to be here this evening, but I needed to finish wrapping gifts. If you could stay, I would appreciate the company. Tomorrow I will be going to the Estate for Christmas, but this house gets very lonely."
Snape nodded and relaxed a bit. After what seemed like hours, he asked if Severus would like to play a game of chess. When he saw an affirmative nod, Remus walked out to the drawing room and retrieved Harry's new set of Chess. The first game was played without any words to the other, directions to the chess board were the only words said. Remus won within twenty moves.
Before the second game began, a tray with sandwiches, tea, hot chocolate, mugs, and fruit appeared on the table beside the game. Both hungry, they ate while restarting another game. Snape won, and it appeared to be a tie-match. Not wanting to be outdone, Snape said "Would you like to play another?" Remus agreed quickly.
The third game took over an hour; finally ending in a draw. There were only four pieces left for each. A well played maneuver on both parts left the pieces fuming and yelling at the men. Snape looked down his nose at them and back up at Remus. "Nasty little things, aren't they?" Remus laughed out loud. Snape grinned with less of a sneer than Remus had ever seen.
As the game ended, they decided they either needed to eat or sleep. Remus offered a bedroom for the morning, stating that he needed to shop for a bit before going to the Estate. Snape, in a surprise, accepted. He needed to get some things later as well. They agreed that they would get up at noon, and shop until three.
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As Remus showed the guest his room, he was surprised when he was told a weak, "Thank you," from the man who had briefly been his lover this past fall. He stopped before turning away, and swept Remus up into a bear-like hug. Pulling him into his room, Remus eagerly followed.
They undressed in silence. Remus' boxer shorts tenting with desire for the other man. He bit his lower lip to stop himself acting on that desire.
Severus was soft. He did not immediately notice his lover's aching member. He undressed in silence and crawled into the waiting warmth of the large bed. He turned his head and held his hand out to Remus.
It was then, in the soft light of the early morning, as Remus moved closer to his bed that he noticed the hard cock trying to push its way out of the silk which was covering it. As Remus drew closer, Severus also noticed the growing wet spot at the tip of the cock.
Taking a deep breath, as Remus stood at the edge of the bed, Severus gently dropped his hand and pushed the pad of his hand against the hard length of his lover's aching cock. Looking up into the eyes of the werewolf standing before him, he saw a glaze of desire covering his eyes. Severus heard a hitch in the breath as he moved his hand the length of the hardness, using the silk cloth as a barrier.
Severus did not stop until he heard a low growl from Remus. That signal was what Severus needed. He needed Remus to be the agressor. The dominator. The one that made the decisions. When Severus dropped his hold on the hardness, Remus opened his eyes to reveal dialated pupils.
Remus reached to the waist band, his vision still clouded with lust, and carefully pulled the shorts down. Stepping up as they hit the floor, Severus raised the covers to invite him in.
"Severus... suck me." His voice a low growl as he continued to stand beside the bed, refusing his lover's invitation to join him in the warmth.
Severus responded to the command. He needed to escape the horrors of his nightmares. He needed this. Remus needed this. It was how it was supposed to be. The werewolf should be the Alpha Male. Tonight, he would not be disappointed.
Severus did not raise up on his haunches to take the thick member in his mouth, instead, in order to provoke Remus further, he rolled over and pretended to ignore the instruction. 'Let him make me...' he thought.
Remus had not touched either lover in all the time Rowan was gone, save the night of her return and that had just been relief. There had been no sex then. Now he needed it. He was certain, within reason, that Severus was making the attempt to provoke him. He would not disappoint his lover. He would take what was to be freely given.
Remus reached and pulled Severus hair, forcing the man to turn on his back, which simultaneously straddling his head. His cock dripped to his lover's lips as he growled, "I said to suck me. Open your mouth and take me into it..."
Severus, pleased at the direction, opened his mouth willingly as Remus pushed the head of his cock into the warmth and wetness of his lover's mouth. Slowly, he moved his hips as Severus kept a death grip on the head. His tongue swirled around the thick base as his teeth lightly touched the base of the head.
Remus wanted more. Sensing this, Severus, after months of practice, relaxed his throat to allow entrance into the tighter portion. Remus growled as Severus' nose pushed against the hairless area of his pelvic region.
Several thrusts later, Remus pulled out of Severus' tight throat with a growl. "I want your ass. Turn over and spread yourself for me." Remus moved to allow Severus to do as instructed.
Once situated, Remus reached for his wand. "Spread your cheeks for me and show me how much you want this." His voice barely above a whisper as Severus, again, did as instructed. His hands on each cheek, pulling himself apart to reveal his dark desire. "Move your hips and show me..." Remus watched in fascination as his lover's long fingers reached to the tight pucker and began to pull each side as his hips rolled.
Severus gasped as Remus' warm tongue entered the darkness. His breath on the fingertips holding his opening. Both men reveling in the forbidden pleasure of it all. Remus pulled away long enough to insert the tip of his wand into the target of his desire and muttered the lubrication charm. He thought briefly of the muscle relaxing charm as well, but decided he would rather watch Severus prepare himself for the upcoming entry. He moved his wand in and out of his loved for a moment before removing it to issue more instructions.
Severus, knowing that his lover had only given him the lubrication, began to push the first finger from each hand into his tight lubricated ass. His shoulders at an odd angle as his legs were drawn up beneath him. He arched his back to put on the show Remus was silently demanding of him.
"More, Severus..." Remus commanded. Severus complied with the addition of two additional fingers, pulling his tight pucker apart while Remus watched.
Remus pointed his wand at his own hard seeping cock and muttered another lubrication charm. Finally, it was enough, "Stop Severus, you are ready..."
Severus' breath took on a different sound as his fingers withdrew from the wetness that was his ass. Remus did not mutter the cleansing charm. Severus knew that there was a certain air of embarrassment without the charm, and difficulty the next day, but for now, he shut that part of his thoughts down to a whisper and waited until he felt the bed shift. Remus was going to fuck him.
And he did. With the first lubricated thrust, Remus buried himself balls deep into the man below him. Severus arms gave out and his head was against the bed. His breath caught in his throat as the sudden complete invasion.
When Remus pulled his cock all the way out before returning his hard deep thrust, Severus' legs gave out. He slid forward under the weight of his lover. his own hard cock now bent painfully down instead of up.
Two full thrusts later, Remus told him to close his legs and keep his ass tight for him. Remus straddled the motionless man below him. His knees on either side of his hips, keeping his legs closed tight with the calves of his own legs and he began to fuck Severus in earnest.
Severus cried out as the true fuck began. His lover was relentless in the thrusts. over and over he tight hole was speared by the throbbing member of his lover. Remus' hands were holding on to the hips, his fingers digging into the white flesh below him. The bruises forming from his grasp.
As Remus felt his balls tighted, he stopped, buried deep in his lover. He pulled out and rolled onto his back. Severus met his eyes for a moment without moving. "Ride my cock Severus..."
Severus raised himself to all fours, pain streaking from his own hard cock as it was allowed to be in a proper position rather than down. It sprang up and hit him in the belly before standing straight out from his person. He moved to straddle his lover, positioning himself above the still achingly hard cock. Remus reached and held it erect as Severus took it all the way into him.
He stopped for a moment to get used to the depth that Remus was now reaching before he started to move. Remus watched his lover's eyes dialate when he took hold of the hard throbbing cock which had caused Severus so much pain and began to stroke it.
Severus moved his body to the rhythm set by Remus right hand. His lover's left hand was pinching the tender nipple on his chest; pulling and twisting. Panting with the effort of riding the thick cock and still feel the heat of the hand wrapped around his own. He changed angles until Remus' cock hit his prostate with every push inside. He opened his mouth and let out a gutteral scream when Remus told him to cum.
The white salty liquid left his body in white, almost translucent ropes across his lovers chest. He watched as Remus opened his mouth to take in what would come that far up. When he stopped, he turned and rode Remus again. Remus raised up on his elbows to see his hard cock sliding in and out of Severus' beautiful stretched ass. He lay down and reached to trace his spine.
Knowing Remus was not far behind and increased the tempo of his body. Severus would not have to wait long. As he came closer, his balls so tight it was painful, fingernails digging into hips, Remus came. Releasing the seed that had been building for weeks, into the man above him. As Severus slowly lay straightened his legs out, being careful to keep Remus inside of him, he lay against the panting man. Feeling the strong arms wrap around him as the moved to the side and lay for a few hours. Remus still buried deep inside of him. His own seed sticky between his back and his lover's front.
Remus kissed him tenderly on the shoulder as he whispered "Sleep well, love," before they both fell into a dreamless sleep.
Remus woke first to find that he was now the one being held by Severus. His arm draped around his mid section. It took a moment to extricate his body without waking the sleeping man. When he slipped out of the bed, he looked down at the dark haired man and with a sigh, left the room. Seeing Dobby in the kitchen, he gently asked if the elf would talk to Harry about inviting Severus to the Estate. Dobby agreed and left to tend to the younger charges near Ottery St. Catchpaw.
