Lessons in Etiquette

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for possible sexual content, violence and language. Reader discretion is advised. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!

WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male), and AU-ness!! Ye be warned

Author's Note: Ugh I haven't worked on this in AGES so I don't know how good this is going to turn out. Please bear with me while I get back into my groove. And…sorry about the slight cliffy last chapter…heh. I know I'm mean. But anyway, let us move ONWARDS with the story. 'We fight, we break up, we kiss, we make up' Cheers!

PS. – Aha, I found out how to put some smut in! Please don't hurt me with sporks when you read the pairing…my mum told me to make them go for it so…I did. LOL, and I listen to my mother. All gratitude shall be passed to her if you liked it. XD

PPS. – You know, I agree with Ron, only in reverse. Someone should write a book that translates the madly confusing things boys do so we can understand them. Ugh. Maybe I should just start batting exclusively for the other team…

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Sirius felt…weird. It was a poor adjective, undoubtedly, but it was the closest thing he could think to explain just what he was experiencing. He still had awareness of his body, and obviously (since he was stringing together coherent thoughts) he had some modicum of consciousness too, but when he made to get up from his bed to call the manufacturers of those stupid useless pills and give them a piece of his effing mind, he found he couldn't move.

It was like his body was suddenly made of granite, heavy and immobile, stuck forever in one position. Fear crept in and Sirius tried desperately to shove the choking emotion away. No. He couldn't be afraid. This is what he wanted. He wanted it to be over, forever. He didn't want to have to think about James – a sharp pain pierced his chest like an ice pick into his heart at the name – or think about Remus – the ice pick twisted viciously.

But if he was entirely honest with himself (something he tended to avoid, as the outcomes were generally unpleasant for him), Sirius was afraid. Scared fucking shitless. He suddenly didn't want to die. Dying was stupid and selfish. And even though he refused to think the thought fully in his head, he wanted, needed, to see Remus at least once more. Needed to kiss those lips, taste that mouth; feel that body pressed against his in the fiery heights of ecstasy. The stabbing pain in his chest intensified and he thought wildly that he might be having a heart attack. But that was stupid…wasn't the pain supposed to go away when you died?

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"Do you want to go home?" James asked softly as they struggled through the bustling streets of downtown London towards his flat. Lily shook her head. Home wouldn't be home anymore without Remus there, waiting for her with a smile and something delicious to eat.

"No." She took his hand and smiled weakly at him. They had barely escaped the Ministry intact. Lily had, quite skillfully, talked them out of trouble (which meant that the leftover blame was added onto poor Matt Hastings, not that James or Lily particularly cared) and they had hurried out of the underground building thanking Merlin and their lucky stars they'd gotten out of it alive.

There was only one problem with this. They had to go back. It was the crux of Remus' hurriedly whispered plan – they had to go back. But with the Ministry now even tighter and undoubtedly on the lookout for intruders, it would be even more impossible now. The redhead sighed to herself at this thought, because as impossible as she knew it was, as much as the chips were stacked against her being able to help Remus with his plan, she would try. Not just because she owed it to him or because it was the right thing to do, but because she loved him.

"Are you sure?" James asked as they rounded the corner onto the street that held his apartment building. "You don't want to get clothes or anything?"

Lily contemplated that for a minute before smiling. "Hmm…good point. But no, I don't want to go back to my place." Her eyes twinkled as she looked up, meeting his slightly puzzled hazel gaze. "I can just walk around naked."

He chuckled, pulling her closer and wrapping an arm around her waist (he was still shocked she wasn't beating the shit out of him for such a stunt) and they let themselves into the building.

As soon as they crossed the threshold into the slightly dingy foyer lined with the tenants' mailboxes and the intercom that usually didn't work, James felt a heavy sense of foreboding settle over him. His shoulders sagged slightly with the weight of calamity and he struggled to shake the feeling off. It was preposterous to feel this way. He was in the company of the woman he loved more than just about everything and she was making allusions of being naked in his presence; the last thing he should be feeling was like his best friend had died! Squaring his shoulders against the onslaught of his premonition of bad, he unlocked the door to the hall and lead Lily to the elevator, which dinged pitifully as the doors shuddered open.

The weight seemed to increase as they rode the elevator (which seemed, as it always did, to be on its last ascent before breaking entirely) and James felt a shiver of something terrible and terrifying down his spine. Sweat broke out over the back of his neck and his hands went icy. Lily, who had noticed James' face growing more and more somber as the elevator wheezed it's way upward, now squeezed one of the chilly appendages she still gripped. "James?" she murmured, her breath warm against his clammy skin. "James what's wrong?"

He only shook his head as the door groaned open and the tired elevator pinged once more, announcing their arrival on the right floor. Fear was like ice in the Animagus' belly and the sense of dread that had been hanging over him ever since entering the building was now almost incapacitating. He fumbled with his keys at the door, missing the lock twice before succeeding in sliding the key home his hands were shaking so badly.

Lily, beside him, shivered, though whether it was her perception of the same funk of emotion that hung over James or her reaction to his sudden graveness or simply her imagination, she didn't know. James finally managed to get the front door of the flat open, and immediately knew something was wrong.

He crossed the darkened living room with its adjacent kitchenette through the dark with the easy familiarity of having lived there so long without moving the furniture around, hardly aware of Lily ghosting after him. He didn't bother with lights. It was as though some strange magnet was pulling him inexorably toward Sirius' bedroom. The intense feeling of ill, that something was horribly, horribly wrong with his best friend, was now a certainty in James' mind. And as much as he wanted to run for help, he couldn't stop his feet from moving with ever-increasing speed toward the door that stood partially ajar.

He sprinted the last few feet and threw open the door hard enough to slam it into the wall behind, the drywall protesting sharply to such abuse. He stopped dead when he took two steps into the room and Lily almost bumped into him. Fear parched James' mouth and he clutched the doorframe for support. This couldn't be – wasn't – happening…was it?

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Remus sighed as he pored over the thick sheaf of parchments that made up his death sentence. He didn't notice at first the rough, weathered wood he was leaning against. His head lifted and he looked out into the bright blue/grey sky that stretched to the horizon of forever. Hmm…why was it strange? The grass felt cool and soft beneath him the shade from the brim of his hat refreshing in the bright light.

Remus looked to his left then and smiled to cover his shock and delight that Sirius lounged beside him, smiling, fag burning away. The feeble sun painted auburn highlights in the brunette's hair. The fair-haired young man reached for his hand and Sirius grinned now, crushing his fag into the soil.

Unable to resist smiling a little himself, Remus pulled his lover closer, knowing somehow that they wouldn't be disturbed. Lips met heatedly as the elder of the two gripped Sirius' hips, grinding upward into him, groaning when he felt the half-hard cock rubbing over his own arousal. There was no rhyme or reason to it, but as Sirius sucked his tongue eagerly into his mouth, Remus didn't really care. He growled at the limited friction of their position and, smirking, laid Sirius on his back in the sweet-smelling grass, a leg on either side of his hips.

His mouth dipped to nip lovingly at the brunette's throat, licking away the sting and eliciting grateful moans. Remus chuckled and traced a collarbone with his tongue, shoving the undone shirt aside. Wait – when had that come undone? Perhaps Sirius had done it and he simply hadn't noticed…

Sirius clutched his arse as he ground their cocks together again with fevered, reckless abandon and Remus moaned as the youth humped upward into his hips. Faster they went and rougher Remus became. He sucked on the panting and incoherent brunette's shoulder as the front of his Wranglers threatened to split from his hard-on, the heat from their frenzied rubbing making the lycan feverish, the action almost fading, blurring in a familiar way. His passion reached a frenzied crescendo inside him and the heat over his body was blistering, his skin seeming to melt from his bones, dripping into strange forms…

And suddenly he was no longer himself. His mouth slid to his lover's neck and his teeth had become fangs. Where once he had lovingly caressed Sirius' flesh, now thick-furred paws with long dangerous nails pinned the human to the ground. Yet still his hips rocked and pleasure flooded his brain, drowning out everything but his animalistic urge to dominate, claim what was his.

Blood rushed in his body and in his brain and below him. Sirius' pulse, thick and lovely under his mouth, so perfectly human. Bite, commanded a rough voice in his head. It had the familiarity of some half-recalled dream. Bite now!

Just as he felt the sharp tug of nirvana and he tipped into his orgasm, his jaw locked, his teeth pressing into, almost piercing, the supple flesh on that delicious neck, and Remus' eyes flew open.

He was on his back, panting as though he'd run a marathon, with sweat pouring from him as he shivered on the floor of his cell.

"Are you alright?" For one horrible, fleeting second, Remus thought the voice was that from his dream, that wild, terrifying, beast side to him speaking. Telling him to bite… And in the next instant, he realized it was Patrick.

"I…I'm fine," he gasped, managing to sit up.

"It's close. You can feel it too." Remus nodded, though the boy's statement hardly warranted and answer. Still, in the wake of his dream, his manners were perfect, flawless as they'd always been. The impending full moon was not the only thing he felt either. His cock was rock hard in his pants and he hurriedly hunched over the noticeable fabric bulging and pulled his knees to his chest.

The time was impossible to tell but Remus hazarded a faint guess at two thirty in the morning from the tiny smattering of crystalline stars he could see in the window next to his cell. The full moon would be tonight. Remus had no idea how he knew this, but in his heart of hearts it felt true.

He shivered unconsciously at the thought of the full, pushing it aside. He was about to ask Patrick's assessment of the time when suddenly the bright spot of his neighbour's eyes reflecting the stars back at him in a mirror-like fashion faded back into the velvety shadows. A half second later Remus detected the familiar soft, purposeful steps of an approaching visitor.

"Hello, Snape," Remus said casually as the hook-nosed man stopped before his cell. "Any chance you know the time?"

"Early morning, though the sun has yet to rise." He tapped the cell door with his wand. "Come."

"Ahh, another meeting with the pharmacist?" Remus asked dryly. His erection had mostly diminished, so he stood compliantly.

The barest flicker of amusement flashed across Snape's mouth before it went back to smoothly clinical. "You'll find out, won't you? Come."

Remus exited the cell and trod the way to the room where he had been administered the needles previous, but Snape instead directed him to a new door in the corridor. "I'm going to presume you will not attack me if I open the door," Severus said softly, his tone slightly ironic and mockingly suggestive.

"I'll try my best," Remus replied, flushing as he felt his cock stirring back to life. Snape's mouth actually twisted in a half smile and Remus was so surprised that the face could wear such a plethora of emotions he smiled automatically back.

Severus felt a thrill of something foreign slither up his back, making his pulse throb headily. Something about the other man, standing there, looking at him like he was something to devour with those bright amber eyes, made his blood boil and his passions swirl. No. He had to be a professional; there was one purpose and one purpose alone for him here. He would give the animal the newly concocted potion and that would be it. Period.

Then why do you feel like you're going to cream in your pants like an over-excited virgin? The sly voice was familiar and Snape's jaw clenched as he shoved the thought away. "Sit," he said, terser than he'd meant to be, indicating a chair as Remus followed him into the room.

The lycan's eyes managed to peel themselves from the intoxicating depths of Snape's inky-blaze eyes and he sat primly in the wooden chair the man had gestured to and started to roll up his sleeve.

"That won't be necessary," Snape said silkily, turning away from a desk covered with simmering cauldron, haphazardly piled books, and stacks of parchment placed on any flat surface. The dark-haired man selected a handsome black quill that shone sable in the light from the fire, a fresh roll of parchment and silver pot of ink in one hand and scooped up a pre-measured flask of the potion bubbling thickly and issuing copious amounts of steam on the desk with the other.

"Oh, how much more pleasant," Remus said equably, enjoying the idea of no more syringes. "How clever to have turned whatever this is into a more easily dosed potion." A little flattery couldn't hurt; besides, it was true.

Snape looked at him, his black eyes like magnets again and Remus smiled as Snape grinned briefly. "Thank you," he said softly. Was it the fire or had his cheeks pinkened at the praise? It must have been the firelight, the werewolf reasoned.

Snape sat in a severe-looking high-backed winged armchair that matched his personality so perfectly it was almost comical across from Remus' own seat and, balancing the inkpot on the arm of his chair, started scribbling notes furiously at an astonishing pace. "If you would take the potion," he said, glancing up after a minute or so.

Remus tipped the flask in his companion's direction in a toast. "Your good health," he murmured and in three horrible gulps, drained the contents. "Ugh. Not very tasty, that, though I don't suppose adding flavour would be possible." There was the merest undertone of dark significance; surely if it were only for werewolves you wouldn't, it seemed to say.

"I'm afraid even adding sugar would render it utterly useless. Though if I'm hypothesizing correctly, you won't mind. How do you feel?"

Remus did a quick once over. "Fine actually. Even…calm, if that makes sense. Comfortable, maybe that's a better word for it."

Severus scribbled this down in his notes. "I'll have to keep you here for some time to fully observe the potion's effects, and then you'll be monitored tonight as well."

Remus nodded. As long as he had company, he decided he might as well use it to occupy his mind. "You made this potion?"

"To a degree. I had…help, initially, but the bulk of it is my own work." Severus said this not arrogantly, or smugly, but in a simple way of stating facts. There was no attempt of boastfulness, or modesty, which Remus found refreshing.

"I see. So, as I'm going to be here awhile, may I enquire as to your first name? Unless you prefer to keep that information private, of course; I don't want to ask you to do anything beyond appropriate to you."

He said it so politely and his tone was so warm and friendly that Severus visibly relaxed in his chair, some of his guard down and smiled. "Not offended in the slightest," he promised, "and my first name is Severus." As much as his guard had crumbled under this man's demeanor, he still disliked probing questions and redirected the conversation back to the lycanthrope. "May I ask how you are acquainted with Lily Evans and…Potter?" Remus didn't miss the inflection the dark haired man put on James' surname.

"Lily and I met a while back," he didn't give dates, disliking probing questions as much as Severus, "when I helped her out of a difficult spot." Nice and vague. "As for James, we are only very recently acquainted."

"Through Lily?" Remus smiled at the way Severus said her name and the pale young man blushed noticeably. Clearly Lily had wreaked unintentional havoc on this man's heart with her considerably charm and vivacious personality (and possibly also her smashing body).

"Not at first. I met him through a friend of his, and his roommate."

Severus scowled. "Sirius Black?"

Remus' mind instantly went to the dream he'd had and he shuddered as heat pooled in his groin and his half-hard cock throbbed. "Yes."

Severus made an indecipherable noise in the back of his throat and then paused, wanting to ask the question that suddenly plagued him, but asked another instead, not bothering to consider what he was saying. "Would you like a drink? Or perhaps something to eat? If you're amenable, of course."

Remus smiled. His mother would have approved of this man's manners, which was saying something indeed. "Both would be welcome. Thank you for your hospitality."

The black-robed man gestured him to the couch lazily as he rose. "No need for thanks. It's for the study for the most part. See how the potion reacts, you know."

The werewolf sank gratefully into the plush cushions. "Of course."

In no time at all, Snape came back in with a light tray of food and a bottle of red wine and two shapely glasses. He poured a generous amount into each, as Remus tucked into the food in what he hoped was a reasonably dignified manner as his companion sat beside him easily. "Thank you again."

Severus swirled his wine absently as he contemplated this bizarre man. Here he was, considered among the worthless horde as nothing but a weapon, to be honed, carefully used to inflict horror and fear, but he was possibly the most politely witty honest and shaggable chap imaginable! …Wait. Had he just…? "No need to thank me," he said again softly, mind still reeling.

He peered at Remus as he ate, the slowly efficient way he consumed the food, the light play of muscle under the ridiculously ill fitting shirt, the sensuous curve of his mouth… Damn! How could he be attracted to such a person?

Remus tried not to concentrate on Snape's eyes as they slid over his body, but to concentrate on chewing and swallowing his food. His face felt hot under his skin and he could well imagine the blush. All the rest of his blood seemed to be concentrated in his prick and he felt slightly dizzy.

He put down his fork and reached for his wineglass, taking a fortifying sip. "Mmm, this is quite good."

"Rosemerta's grandfather's recipe and grapes."

"Well, cheers to a damn good year."

Severus smirked and clinked their glasses together, drinking deeply.

The time passed easily as they chatted leisurely about blandly mutual interests, some more about Lily before Severus hastily changed the subject, and the bottle slowly depleted.

Snape refilled it without a second thought and Remus didn't say a word about it. The alcohol was well lubricating their bloodstreams and tongues now, and they moved on to a much more interesting subject. Finally having mustered his courage (after all, he hadn't been some bleeding Gryffindor), he asked how Remus had met Sirius.

The lycan smiled. "We met three years ago initially, when I was employed at a ranch where Sirius attended." Severus chuckled quietly in amusement about his nemesis on a horse. "We had a brief…liaison, and then went our separate ways afterward. Then, after I moved back to London to be…registered, we met again. I understand he works in the department?"

Snape's mind, which had stopped for the most part on 'liaison', nodded distractedly. "You were…with him?"

Remus hardened slightly. "That's rather a personal question…" Snape merely waited. "Yes. Then and recently until he signed off on the papers that brought me here."

The former Slytherin nodded again and reached to refill their glasses. "I didn't mean to pry," he said after some time and Remus smiled.

"No harm done."

There was a slightly awkward lull in conversation and both sipped at their glasses to occupy themselves. Snape leaned forward to take his parchment, ink and quill up and go through some of his prearranged questions just as Remus moved to set his glass down on the table. Their mouths brushed and a shock of attraction arced between their bodies. Both jerked back slightly and looked at one another.

Severus' eyes did the weird magnet thing again and Remus found himself inexplicably drawn closer to the dark-haired man. Severus didn't really need Occlumency to read the desire in his guest's eyes and his mouth gravitated forward without conscious thought.

The lycan's lips tasted of the fragrant wine and Severus groaned, hand mussing the uneven tufts of Remus' hair as he dragged his fingers through it. The fair-haired man thrust his tongue forward, taking greedy first impressions of Snape's mouth much the same as he'd done to Sirius forever ago.

With deft fingers, despite his wine consumption, he unbuttoned the fastenings of Severus' robes as he staked claim to that warm wet mouth. Snape merely slid the hand not fixed in his hair down his front, untucking his newfound lover's shirt. They went from vertical to horizontal on the couch, though afterward neither remembered how, and Remus ground his rock hard cock against the prominent bulge in Severus' robes.

"Oh fucking Godric," Snape murmured, his voice rough and husky and deliciously breathless, sparking the fuel of Remus' arousal. He nipped none too lightly at Snape's neck, though was careful not to hurt in any way (his dream flickered for one horrible second before the hand on his buttocks brought him back to reality) and then licked the sting away before moving to one of the hardened pink nubs on the ink-haired man's chest.

He growled, annoyed, at the woeful access from the robes and methodically hiked them up as Severus helped to rid himself of the offending cloth. When his torso was bare, Remus kissed him, grinding his cock delectably slow and hard against his companion's, before pulling away to trace the tempting areola around one of Severus' nipples with his talented tongue.

"Fuck," Severus rasped. "Slytherin's shorts, I fucking need you. Oh…yesss, don't stop, oh Godric, fuck me!" Remus cocked and eyebrow before smirking and sliding the hand fondling his other nipple to tug at the dark haired man's belt buckle.

"You want me to fuck you?" he breathed back hotly against his lover's ear. Remus' lips brushed the luscious shell of his ear as his tongue pulled the lobe into his mouth, sucking for one delirious second. He barely noticed as the button on his trousers came undone, his unbuckled belt clinking as his hips rose, seeking the friction of the older man's phallus rubbing against his own. "You want me to put my cock in you and fuck you?" he purred.

"Fuck! Bloody hell, yes!" Severus writhed on the sheets, unable to take such savoury torture, before he felt the comparative coolness of Remus' hand sliding down the underwear-encased length of his prick. His eyes rolled back slightly in his head and his heart thrummed wildly as the werewolf slowly slid the bulk of his remaining clothing down his legs until he was free to kick them away.

"Mmm, but you have to wait Severus," the lycan replied claiming his mouth briefly. "I have so much more in mind for you."

He pulled away and kissed down the pale, flat expanse of stomach, eager and forceful. Snape submitted willingly, too aroused to give a damn. Remus chuckled softly and their eyes met before the fairer of the two pulled upright, unbuttoning his shirt. Snape whimpered, hating himself but unable to help it, and Remus verily ripped his shirt off (a button actually arced away almost amusingly).

"Ohh…God, don't make me do it," Severus whispered in a tortured voice. The lycanthrope was instantly by his side, arm around him, kissing him softly on the corner of the mouth.

"I…I'm sorry? I thought…I thought you wanted to. If I've crossed the line, I'm terribly sorry, it's just that you're…decidedly attractive, and it's very close to…the…full moon… Again, sorry to have offended you in any way."

Severus smiled at this almost impossibly polite man; even in the face of almost having him beg for mercy, he was charming and endearing and dangerously too good. "Never offended, Remus," he replied softly, thickly, his arousal still painful.

The lycan was surprised the other man remembered his name. That first day of introduction seemed…a lifetime ago now in wake of what had eclipsed it. He smiled, unsure what to say. "Alright. If…if you would rather not, we don't have to…" His eyes slid downward in one last token glance at Severus' mostly-naked body beside him.

Snape smiled, his normally gruff exterior down, saying, "I'm amazed at how very oblivious you are, Lupin. But I suppose it adds to the charm." Then he took Remus' jaw in his hand and pulled his mouth down, kissing him hungrily. After his initial shock wore off, the elder of the pair started kissing back, tongue insistent in Severus' mouth, snogging him senseless rather effectively.

The darker haired man groaned as his companion bent to lick his pulse point with mouth-watering revelry. So good…so delicious… His fingers skimmed reverently, tentatively around the elastic waistband of practical cotton briefs. "Turn over," he commanded, pulling away to reach for the wand he saw poking out from under Severus' discarded robes.

Snape froze as he realized that all of this could have simply been a ploy to secure his wand. Damn! Immediately, he felt abashed as Remus muttered a spell and something cool and slippery erupted between his arse cheeks and he was met with a waft of strawberry. The werewolf paused, pursing his lips, and then muttered Engorgio so that the sofa grew, knocking over a table stacked with thick Potions tomes.

"Sorry," he breathed, tossing the wand aside again.

"It's fine," Snape replied, unable to help smiling a little.

Remus ducked his head and kissed him again, distracting him as he pulled the underwear down, grinding his still clothing imprisoned erection against the hot hard one that stood proudly before him to entice Severus to buck upward (which he did immediately) and remove the last of his mate's clothing. "Now you have to turn over," he murmured his mouth suddenly full of excess saliva as he stared raptly at the simply tempting sight of pre-come sliding down that beautiful phallus.

"Why?" Severus asked as Remus sat back so he could do as told, eyes never leaving the steady show of gravitational force that the little, milky drip demonstrated in so fucking hot a way.

"Because if I get anywhere near your cock I'm going to fucking suck it dry," he whispered harshly, closing his eyes to avoid the temptation of it altogether. "And you look almost ready to burst," he added, opening his eyes to stare at Snape's flushed face and death grip on the cushion.

Snape, now trusting Remus implicitly, turned over, trying to stifle the moan as Remus guided him to stay on his knees. He was going to get fucked now. Good Godric…

Instead, he felt a long-fingered hand slide down his spine, dragging ecstasy through his nerve endings and making him arch. "You have to tell me if you don't like this. Not everyone does, and it's fine if you don't either."

"But you like it?" Snape wondered if there was any way this man's mind could be darker and more twisted than his own was on occasion, unable to settle for more than a Maybe.

"Yes. But again, it's personal preference."

"I have no doubts that even were I not to enjoy it, you might find a way to do it to me anyway and I might enjoy that." Remus chuckled, content with the verbose acquiescence.

"Mmm," he murmured, throaty and deep in his chest, as his nose slid over a luminescent buttock before he spread the supple cheeks and beheld that puckered little ring of pure pleasure. Snape's breathing hitched as he felt Remus move closer, his breath warm and moist as he exhaled across the Slytherin's balls and he suddenly realized what the lycan meant. Remus brushed the broad flat surface of his tongue over the heady scent of strawberry flavoured lube as Snape sank onto his elbows, groaning as an entirely fresh supply of blood, hot and riddled with adrenaline, making his hard-on throb. "Mother of fucking Godric! Don't…please, please don't stop," he panted as Remus waited for his reaction. Seemingly pleased, he nipped lightly at the curve of surprisingly fit buttock in his hand and repeated the procedure.

"Oh, I don't know Severus, you seem awfully in need of some attention…" he purred. Severus growled in frustration, trying to lever himself upward, seeking the friction the gently teasing muscle provided.

"Fuck attention; if you don't get on with fucking something I'm going to be pretty fucking pissed."

"Mmm Merlin, your voice and that word were made to go together, Severus." And it was true. With that deep, husky voice, thickened with his underlying need, growled in frustration, fuck was the best word in the English language to describe it. The former Slytherin opened his mouth to reply, but lost his breath before he could utter a sound as Remus' tongue, no longer broad and soft, traced a burning, heady path around his upturned arse hole.

Snape had to force himself to breathe in and out, listening for his partner's steady breaths and copying them, trying to hold onto reality. The young werewolf's tongue swirled, maddeningly slow and yet too fast to bear, inward to the center of his ass before gently thrusting his tongue forward, into the tight, slippery heat. Severus almost fell completely but soldiered on, biting his lower lip hard to keep from losing himself to the unbearably ecstasy Remus' rim job brought him.

Then one of those fingers, those long, slender, fucking perfect fingers that should reverently thumb pages of important books, digits that should float over ivory piano keys, tools that should wreak pleasure, like they did as they slid into the slick, impossibly tight ring of his virgin anus. "Oh, fuck me, I'm not going to make it."

"Shh, yes you are, babe," Remus murmured curling his exploratory finger, testing, searching…

"FUCKING HELL! No, I'm not…" Remus pulled his finger away and Severus groaned, the sound rising into a yelp as Remus spanked him.

"You want to make me prove it to you?" Remus whispered heatedly. "We have hours ahead of us Severus, it would be all too easy to pass the time…"

The dark haired man groaned. "No, no…please. I…I can take it. Please."

"Mmm, good boy," Remus replied approvingly. His finger, this time with a friend, slid back into Snape, stretching his perineum again, this time almost to the point of unpleasantness. But then Remus began scissoring them back and forth, stroking his prostate with unceasing pressure.

"Oh fuck…fuck fuck fuck… Merlin…yes, fuck me now. Godric I want it so bad…" Remus slid another impossible finger in, sliding his digits in and out faster now and Snape groaned as the burn of pain became the burn of pleasure.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Remus breathed, unable to take this anymore. His veins and brain were drunk on hormones and pheromones and need and want and the pure carnal pleasure of fucking so close to the full, all mixing to form a blinding attraction he couldn't explain his thirst for. He didn't bother doing more than pushing his pants and underwear out of the way; too horny to think about anything but his cock, buried balls deep in that tight little virgin asshole.

He rubbed the head of his prick, dripping pre-come and too sensitive from its confinement, against Snape's opening and the Potions Master to-be moaned in anxious anticipation. "I'll try to go slow," Remus murmured and Snape nodded.

"I'm ready."

Remus thrust forward slowly, sliding the first few inches of his cock into the slippery, well-lubed and agonizingly tight sphincter. Severus grit his teeth hard, not wanting to betray a sound that might give away the immense burning that only slowly faded to pleasure after Remus had pulled out. The last thing he wanted was for Remus to change his mind or something. He wanted this. More than anything in his life combined. Then he thought of the first thing he'd said he wanted more than anything in his life… Well, he amended to himself, maybe not anything.

He lost his breath, occupied as he was thinking other things, when Remus slid into him again, this time pressing his advantage to half of the length of his cock. Severus moaned as the lycanthrope's cock nudged his g-spot and his upper body went limp as pleasure pooled in his belly and ecstasy coiled hotter within him. "Oh Godric, you have to fuck me." The paler man spoke quite simply, almost clinically, except that his voice had an underlying edge of authority that thrilled the hunt in Mooney's dark corner of his mind, growing ever stronger.

Remus, who had pulled out, now thrust back in completely sheathing his manhood inconceivably deep in Severus' arse. They swore in tandem. "Fast…" the darker haired gasped. "Hard."

Remus complied at once, the overwhelming urge to own, dominate and shag rotten was too strong to ignore. He pulled out untidily and thrust hurriedly home once again, soon settling into a gentle, smooth rhythm. Still, all this time later, he remembered the feel of a 'lesson' he'd given Sirius on riding, sitting behind the young man, bareback on one of the younger geldings and the same smooth, undulating motions of his hips. The movement had to have been what triggered the memory that lanced sharp and bitter through him, that gentle riding motion he now unconsciously used on his Slytherin lover.

Snape, who was blissfully oblivious to these memories, moaned and arched as Remus fucked him slow and deep. It was perfect, ecstasy, indescribable, and wonderful, but something was missing. He didn't want a gentle ride with its clichéd and expected climax. He wanted to get fucked; hard and fast and brutal. He opened his mouth to speak, only able to gasp out breaths for several long moments. "Ohh Merlin, fuck me," he finally managed to rasp out.

The werewolf felt his control slipping, tried to reign it in. That tempting arousal he could practically taste wafting up from every pore in his lover's body, the heat of their union, and the wolf with its chaos and bloodlust running madly in him was fighting to break free and plunder, ravage, claim. Remus held it back for one reason. He was scared shitless that he might, accidentally even, do something woefully stupid. Like lean down and sink his teeth into the pale column of neck that dewed with sweat. Or grip those milky hips before him hard enough to hurt this man who'd been nothing but exceptionally kind to him for no reason.

But Fate, as that sick, twisted bitch had a way of doing, took the matter from his hands completely. He felt the hot of wave of passion, carnal glory, and pure arousal rip through him as Severus (surely unknowingly) clenched his anus around Remus' length as he withdrew. His gentle thrusts became almost brutal in their intensity as desire coiled thick and sumptuous in his belly and he actually growled as those tempting-as-all-fuck fingers dug into the skin around Severus' jutting hipbones.

The dark haired man moaned loud and long, not caring for once what others might think of the sound as Remus gave him the ride of a lifetime. His fists clenched on the enlarged couch's cushion as his eyes squeezed shut and pleasure stabbed at his prostate in a blur of hot motion. "Fuck!' he verily screamed, the word ripping from his larynx in a way he'd never thought imaginable. It felt as though his vocal chords were tearing in half.

Remus' teeth clenched together hard as his orgasm raced through his veins to the mad thumping of his heart and back down to gather in his cock. "Yes," he growled in a breathless voice. "Fuck, yes! …Take it, take it…oh God!"

Severus felt tears escape the corners of his eyes as he felt the hot explosion of Remus' come in the depths of his well-fucked arse and lost himself to his own glorious release as one word, spoken in the tiniest of whispers and inaudible to his lover, slipped from his lips. "Lily." And then he felt the thick ropes of semen bursting from his cock and was dragged down into black oblivion as he felt the lycanthrope collapse upon him, half-hard cock still to the hilt in his ass.

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Author's Note: well I know the last one was a bit of a wait, but this one shouldn't be and I gave you all some smut (actually, a LOT of smut) to keep you happy. See? I'm not evil and mean…although you still don't know if Sirius is going to make it or not. Muwahahahaha! Maybe I am evil and mean after all… Well, review for me darlings, pretty please? Maybe that'll bring out the nice. 'Can't be your Superman' Cheers!

PS. – the almost-broken elevator is in homage to its real life inspiration, the really lame one in my friend's building that's never on the floor you need it to be on and scares the shite out of me when I ride it (because it feels entirely rickety).