Hey. Sorry it has taken so long. Life has sucked and I have missed writting so much. I have missed you. Hope this makes up for the wait.

Chapter Twenty One

The end of the day had passed so slowly. The memories of lunch haunted behind Severus' eyelids and the thought that he wouldn't be able so see Remus before the meeting that night had him nearly heart broken. He met with Remus right after his last class and gave him a piece of parchment. "I'll write as soon as I get back here. It will show up on your paper. We can communicate."

Remus hugged Severus close. He was in danger. There was nothing either of them could do. "I'll be waiting up for you. Meet me when you get back. Write me and I'll come to your common room. We can sneak away." Remus was standing with his hands on the Slytherin's slim hips. He could feel the nearly accusing looks from the few first years walking bye. Severus flushed a deep red at the idea of sneaking away late at night. They had been close at lunch. Tonight could be interesting.

"Don't want up, Remus. There is no need to worry. You need to sleep. Its almost your time of the month," Severus said jokingly, trying to hide his concern. The poor thing would be so warn out by the full moon that he would just drop dead of exhaustion.

Remus moved closer, hands grabbing tighter, pulling their hips together. Remus' mouth was in Severus' hair, whispering in his ear. "I can't sleep. I can hardly stand here, knowing you will have to leave. What would you have me do?" Remus nibbled on the succulent earlobe that was conveniently in his reach. "I care deeply for you. I worry about you using knives in potions. What ever would I do if you were to slip?" Remus ground his hips against Severus, laughing softly at the nearly simultaneous gasp and moan coming from those thin, pale lips. "How would you react?" Another grinding motion, rubbing two budding erections together, once more reveling in the other's reactions. "If I were in danger, would you sleep soundly. Or would you be up," Remus laved softly at the long, lean neck exposed to him. "I'm unable to settle down already and I can still feel you." Remus moved one hand from the slender hips and placed it delicately over Severus' clothed erection.

"Stop, Remus." Severus spluttered. The hand was fondling but not giving enough friction to be satisfying, just distracting. " I," Severus panted, "see your point. Stay up and I will write as soon as I return. Don't worry. I will be back before you know it." Severus kissed Remus on the lips and the slipped away to go find a bathroom. He had a not so little problem to take care of. Remus would have followed but he figured Severus must need to get into the zone before the meeting. Remus was already so worried he could barely stay standing and he could still see the retreating back.

The Great Hall was too cheering for Remus. He wanted to curl up in a ball with the parchment and wait for Severus' contact. He wanted to go cry. He wanted a bath. But he put on a brave face. He was a Gryffindor and would be remembered as such. He smiled and joked with Sirius and James even as his heart broke in two.

He laughed when Sirius joked about how Slytherins go down. He had meant taking them down in Quidditch, but when Remus blushed Sirius couldn't help the blow job joke, making the face for all to see. Many were staring actually. The lovely, dark Gryffindor Adonis known as Sirius Black making sex faces to the poor, heart wrenchingly lost sandy haired Remus Lupin. The fantasies and rumors were flying before the pair had stopped laughing.

The laughter never reached his eyes though. The light wouldn't truly return until Severus was back and safely in his arms. He felt one tear slid down his check as he thought that the Slytherin might not come back. That he might never get to talk to the not so greasy git again. He covered it by pretending he was choking. Sirius caught on and nonchalantly suggested that they all go up to the common room. Sirius was on the mood. They saw a few raised Hufflepuff eye brows. "For a game of chess you pervs," Sirius chided.

Once in the common room it was less stressful. Remus didn't have to maintain the plastered on smile. He wasn't morose, but without an audience the cheer diminished and Sirius and James really settled in for a game of chess. Peter went where ever it was that he went and Remus tried to read until nine, when he knew he could have a bath without any annoyances. The book was good, but he couldn't continue reading after the mention of the high death rate of all those around even the most civil of werewolves. All he could think of was Severus. What would that mean? The werewolf might hurt him, but the fact he worried more for Severus than hi dear friends of so long. Could it be deeper than a schoolyard fling? He doubted he was meant for much more than a lack luster relationship, and he had already had so much more with Severus. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

His eyes watered again and he went to go put the book down. He was going to the prefects bathroom early. HE would talk anyone in there into leaving. He had a way with people. Sirius called it charisma. James called it looks. Remus thought of it as pity.

The halls were surprisingly empty as he made his way to the tub. He tried not to think of the emptiness he felt. The prefects bath was occupied by a sixth year Ravenclaw. He asked really nicely and the girl decided to leave early. He was pretty sure it had a lot to do with the tears that still dribbled down his cheek on occasion.

He drew a hot bath with some bubbles, not worried about what it smelled like. He stripped and sank into the water. He had brought James' cloak just incase the bath took longer than expected, and the cloak sat on a bench along the wall with his clothes. The parchment that Severus would write him with was placed by the side of the tub. It didn't matter if it got wet because Remus caste a few charms on it. One would protect it from the water and the other would make the parchment beep softly, getting progressively louder, once a message was written, only stopping when Remus replied or mutter the counter incantation.

The water worked out the kinks from Remus' overstressed shoulders. He wasn't calm, not by a long stretch, but he was close enough to sit still in the water. He went under once to wet his hair, and then leaned against the side, hoping for a message even though Severus had only just left. His eyes slid closed, stayed closed longer than a blink. He shook himself a wake and shifted positions. His eyes closed for half a minute and he slid just a little bit down into the water. A minute and he could feel the water inside his ears. He shook himself again and shifted so that his head was resting solidly on the side. His eyes closed and didn't open for a while.

The beeping wasn't loud but it was annoying and persistent. It took just a second for Remus to remember where he was and what that noise meant. He flung himself at the parchment, cast the spell softly and read. It said:

R,

I'm back, love. As I said I would. I dreadfully hope you meant that you would wait up. I'm at my common room. Come down, and sneak me away.

S.

Remus jumped up, in such a hurry he forgot to respond until he was already half toweled off. He dove at the paper once again and wrote hurriedly:

I'm on my way.

He couldn't make himself put the clothes on. He tried. He really did. But Severus could have died. He had to show how he felt and what better way than a naked surprise? He left everything as it was except for slinging the cloak over his head. He locked the door and nearly ran all the way to Slytherin dungeons.

He hoped the feet he heard were Remus' because Severus really didn't want to be punished for breaking curfew tonight. By the sounds the person should be right in front of him but he couldn't see anyone. He felt hand, or something similar, brush his face and the felt a shimmer. He blinked and missed what had happened but when his eyes opened he seemed to be inside a shimmering cloak with a very naked Remus Lupin. "Invisibility cloak?" he asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"How else did we get away with half the shit that we did." Remus was shocked when he felt lips crash against his. He knew that Severus wanted him, but it was so forceful and passionate that he moaned just from the apparent emotion.

Remus was loathe to do it, but he broke the kiss. "I missed you. Lets go. Its cold as hell down here."

"Couldn't tell from looking at you," Severus accented this by squeezing Remus' semi-hard length. His hormones defied the cold, and logic for that matter. Severus released him though, and let Remus lead the way back to the prefect's bathroom. It was slower this time but neither minded. Severus continually stroked Remus' naked back, watching the strong muscles move as he walked, reveling in the look of those muscles moving under tan, scarred skin.

The door was flung open and was barely closed before the cloak was flung from them and their lips were locked again. Their tongues warred, not to win, but to release. They knew how each other felt. Trapped. So they fought to release both themselves and their partner.

Remus broke the kiss off. He began to kiss a line down Severus' throat. He sucked and nipped and kissed every inch of skin he could get to but the shirt was in his way. He undid one button at a time, kissing every centimeter of new skin exposed each time. Severus moaned and swore. Remus felt a distinct reaction in his loins, both loins.

Once the shirt was half unbuttoned Remus could see pink nipples and was soon side tracked, kissed one and tweaking the other, Severus arched his back into Remus' mouth. Remus bit, lightly but enough to be felt for sure. "Fuck!" was Severus' screamed response. That was when Remus remembered the door. He muttered a locking spell into the pale chest and felt the twinge of magic as the door was sealed.

Remus left off of the nipples, much to Severus' disappointment. Remus wanted to continue to kiss down those hard, light abs. He unbuttoned and then kissed and bit. Unbutton, kiss, bite. It was a delightful pattern and soon Severus had forgotten his ire at the loss of nipple stimulation. Remus ran out of buttons before he was done sucking. He had never gone this far before but with Severus alive and before him aching with need he gave into his instincts. He was already on his knees, quite a liberating position actually.

Severus was straining against the zip of the pants and Remus figured it was his job to help his lover out. The buttons and zipper were dispatched of, allowing the pants to be shimmied down his legs. The tips had already left a dark spot where the precum had stained. The boxers were surprisingly Gryffindor red. Rather bold for a death eater meeting. Severus' little form of rebellion.

Remus was over come for a moment and couldn't think. He wanted to taste, so he did. He flicked his tongue out to touch the tip through the boxers, pondering the flavor and smell. It wasn't bad, just distinct. It was definitely not terrible. He loved the hiss that each slight lick brought him. He wanted to up the ante. Without warning he sucked the head of the boxer clad prick into his mouth. He sucked lightly, as he would have with a lollipop. He felt hands curl into his hair and he moaned, causing a gasp. So moaning was helpful. Good to know.

He released the cock from his lips and laughed slightly at the less than pleased noise from Severus. Remus curled his thumbs into the boxers pulled them over the erection. He slid them all the way down before he looked, knowing he would once again be overcome. He was right. It was gorgeous. Pink and so unimaginable alive. "Your so beautiful," Remus breathed. "So beautiful." Severus groaned. He wished he could tell Remus how good he looked, but the sensation was too much. He could hardly stay standing.

Remus rolled his lips over his teeth so that they wouldn't touch and harm the beauty before him. He slip his mouth halfway down the shaft and sucked, feeling Severus buck slightly. He steady the Slytherin's hips with his hands, much like he had just before dinner. He did it again, sliding down and sucking his way up, using his tongue to stroke the vein on the underside of the firm member. He slid back up, sucking harder than before. He held the hips tightly.

He could definitely grow to love this taste. He rolled his tongue around the head a few times, loving the sighs and groans. The hands were still in his hair but they did nothing but fist it. They applied no pressure. He went down the shaft again, all the way this time. He found the feeling of the cock hitting the back of his throat distasteful but the stuttered words falling from Severus' lips made up for it. He sucked up slowly, hard.

The hands tried to control him now. They wanted it faster. He was happy to oblige. He began to bob his head fast, taking half of it at a time so that he could maintain the rhythm and not gag. He felt as much as heard a steady chant of curses. He could here Severus mutter, at first, and then scream that he was about to come. Severus tried to pull Remus off, but he just kept sucking. He took the shaft in all the way and sucked exuberantly. He felt Severus tense and felt his seed fill his mouth. Remus swallowed, gagging a little, but he did swallow it all.

Remus pulled Severus down gently to the floor. Severus was speechless and Remus decided to put that mouth to good use. He kissed him with all the passion he had, which was a lot after that. Severus was baffled by the taste of himself on Remus' tongue, mixed with the scent he had come to associate with the werewolf. Remus dragged Severus into the tub and sunk under the water, still not breaking the passionate kiss.