Hogwarts, Corridor

Remus couldn't believe he was doing this.

He'd told James straight to his face that he wasn't going to kiss Snape again just because James told him to! But then he'd lost control over his mind, and the dreams came back. The dreams of Severus, Severus's lips, Severus's hands, Severus's d—No! He wasn't going to think like that. He wasn't going to keep walking down this corridor toward where the map said Snape was.

And yet he kept walking.

It was like he was under a spell, something more powerful than even he could break. A month of deliberately not thinking of Snape in that way, of carefully avoiding even the thought of Severus's name in his head, had unraveled in seconds with one comment from James. A single sentence, and all the hard-won distance he'd fought for crumbled, leaving only the unmistakable pull that he couldn't deny.

He tried to rationalize it as he walked. Maybe he just wanted to talk to Severus, clear the air, be civil. But that wasn't true, and he knew it. His pulse quickened with each step, every beat of his heart reminding him how much he craved more than civilities. There was something in Severus's eyes, something dark and hidden that no one else could reach—and, Merlin help him, he wanted to be the one to unlock it.

Remus stopped around the corner of the corridor where he knew Severus would be alone. He hovered for a moment, grappling with what he was about to do, the line he was about to cross. His mind screamed at him to turn back, but his head was already peaking around the corner, his resolve dissolving into nothing.

But when he finally poked his head around the corner, he froze. Severus was there, leaning against the wall, reading in the dim light of a single, flickering torch. He looked so… composed, so unbothered, as if nothing in the world could disturb his quiet peace. A wry little smile tugged at the corner of Severus's mouth, as if he were reading something amusing, or maybe just some cleverly worded potion theory.

Remus's breath caught.

This was a mistake. He'd gathered enough material to fuel his dreams, both innocent and naughty, for another month at least. He could run back to bed and forget this ever happened—he could pretend he'd never made it here at all. But as he took a step back, he collided with the armor of a suit of armor, sending it tumbling to the ground with a deafening clang.

Severus's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the hallway. Remus's face flushed with heat, and he frantically stepped forward, muttering, "Oh, no, no—please—" as if the knight would somehow reassemble itself quietly.

"Lupin?" Severus's voice was low, laced with surprise and a tinge of irritation. "What are you doing here?"

Remus opened his mouth, but words failed him. He had a perfectly good excuse prepared back in the dormitory, but now his mind was blank, completely taken over by the sight of Severus, who was now looking at him with that intense gaze.

"I… I was…" He stammered, desperately trying to come up with anything that sounded remotely reasonable. "I thought I'd left… m-my quill in the library."

"In the dungeons?" Severus raised a skeptical brow, folding his arms across his chest. The dim light cast deep shadows over his face, making his expression unreadable, but his eyes held an unsettling sharpness. "You thought your quill might have made its way all the way down here on its own?"

Remus swallowed, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him instead. "Well… I… I got lost."

Severus's lips curled into a faint smirk. "A lost Gryffindor stumbling through the dungeons in the middle of the night? How very brave." His tone was laced with mockery, but there was a glint in his eyes, something dangerous and curious all at once.

Remus forced a laugh, though it came out shaky. "Well, you know, it's one of our better-known traits."

"Is it?" Severus pushed off from the wall, stepping forward until he was only a breath away, close enough that Remus could catch the faint scent of potion ingredients and cologne lingering on his robes. Severus tilted his head slightly, studying him with a new intensity.

"Why don't you tell the truth before you find out just why students avoided the dungeons at night, hm?" Severus asked, his voice dropping as he leaned in closer, giving Remus a good amount of material to last him a year. And oh sweet baby Merlin he smelt heavenly.

"I-...Is that a threat?" Remus replied, his voice barely above a whisper, trying to keep some semblance of composure despite the closeness. But his resolve was slipping fast. Severus was close—too close. The scent of cologne, potion ingredients, and something uniquely Severus was overpowering, and Remus's head was spinning. The dungeons had never seemed this suffocating before.

Severus's smirk deepened, and he leaned in just a bit closer, his lips barely an inch from Remus's ear. "Only if you insist on lying, Lupin," he murmured, his tone soft, but there was a challenge there, lurking in every word. "So why don't you tell me what you're really doing here?"

Remus's face was burning now, and the space between them felt charged, electric. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, and he could feel the weight of Severus's gaze as it flickered over his face, searching, taunting.

"I…" He faltered, and Severus's eyebrow lifted slightly, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "I don't know."

"Oh, you don't know?" Severus's voice dripped with disbelief, and he chuckled, low and rough, sending a shiver down Remus's spine. "A Gryffindor who doesn't know why he's lurking in the dungeons at this hour? Doesn't seem very… brave. Or honest." Severus's fingers brushed his wrist, almost casually, but it was enough to make Remus's breath hitch.

He could feel his resolve slipping, crumbling completely under the weight of Severus's gaze—those sharp, intelligent eyes that gleamed with something dark and dangerously inviting. He'd been drawn here by a force he couldn't resist, something that pulled him in despite every warning he'd given himself. And now, face-to-face with Severus, he realized he didn't want to resist at all.

"I… oh, sweet pumpkins," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper as his body instinctively leaned closer, his control fully unraveling. Somewhere, deep within the fog clouding his mind, sensible Remus was mortified, digging a proverbial grave where he could bury himself after this…this spectacle.

Severus's lips twisted in an amused smirk, and he tilted his head, his voice dropping even lower. "Sweet pumpkins? Have you lost what little sense you had, Lupin?" Severus's hand ghosted over his arm, fingers grazing his sleeve in a way that made Remus's stomach flip. "Or is this another Gryffindor display of bravery?"

Remus swallowed hard, words tangled and trapped in his throat, but instead of pulling back, he found himself leaning closer, his last shred of reason slipping away, leaving only raw, aching want. "Please," he begged, his voice thick and hoarse.

Severus hummed softly against his ear, the sound low and rich, vibrating through Remus's chest and making his knees weak. "What are you asking for, Lupin?" Severus murmured, his breath warm against Remus's skin. He let the question linger, his lips barely brushing Remus's jaw, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake.

Remus's hands clenched at his sides, desperate to hold himself steady, but the pull was too strong. Every instinct screamed to close the gap between them, to feel Severus's mouth on his.

"Kis—" The word had barely left his lips when Severus's mouth crashed onto his, silencing him with a fierce, unrestrained intensity. The force of it sent Remus's head back against the cold, hard stone, a brief flash of pain sparking through him—only to be drowned out by a sharper, more electrifying sting as Severus caught his lower lip between his teeth, tugging with a roughness that left Remus gasping.

The bite was harsh, almost punishing, but Remus couldn't stop the way his hands tangled in Severus's robes, pulling him closer, needing more. Every nerve was alight, pain and pleasure blurring into one as he sank deeper into Severus's unyielding hold, helpless to resist.

"Ah—y-you bit me..." he whined, his breath hitching as he brought his hand up to rest on his lower lip, where he could still feel the lingering warmth of Severus's bite. He stared at Severus's lips, soft and tempting, as if they held the answer to everything he wanted and more.

Severus's gaze flickered down to where Remus touched himself, a flicker of satisfaction in his dark eyes. "And you liked it," he replied, his voice low and teasing, sending a rush of heat through Remus. The way Severus spoke, with that blend of arrogance and challenge, made Remus ache with longing.

"I—" Remus stammered, caught between embarrassment and a desperate need to agree. The truth was undeniable, though he wished he could deny it. "I didn't say that!" he protested weakly, but even to his own ears, it sounded like a lie.

Severus stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and Remus's heart raced as he felt the heat radiating from him. "Then why are you still here?" Severus's voice was low and sultry, like the promise of something wicked. "Why don't you run away if you're so uncomfortable?"

But Remus didn't want to run; every instinct in him screamed to stay. Instead, he found himself leaning in, caught in the gravity of Severus's presence. "Maybe I don't want to," he admitted, the words tumbling out before he could think to stop them.

Severus's lips curved into a smirk, and he leaned closer, their breaths mingling, as if the world around them had faded away, leaving only the two of them in this charged moment. "Then let's see just how far you're willing to go, shall we?"

2 Hours Later...

Remus had no idea how long it had been since Severus walked away, leaving him there feeling utterly wrecked, both inside and out.

Snape had unearthed a side of him he never knew existed, awakening desires and feelings that felt foreign and exhilarating all at once. It was as if Severus had reached deep within him, literally, and stirred up something buried, something he thought he could keep hidden forever. The intensity of it was overwhelming, igniting a heat that spread through him, leaving him breathless and full.

He couldn't shake the feeling of Severus's lips, the taste of his mouth still lingering on his own. The way Severus had looked at him while making Remus scream like the woman in that one movie he watched after his parents told him not to, with that mix of confidence and hunger. He found himself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions, torn between exhilaration and the fear of what this meant.

His memory of what happened was already going hazy, but he couldn't blame himself. Snape had literally plowed him into the floor and then left him lying there, face to the ground and bum in the air, looking like one of those girls in the magazine he found under Sirius's bed.

But despite his mind still being foggy, with each passing moment, his feelings of a shy crush on Severus were now mixed with a deep ache for more.

"What have you done to me?" he murmured to himself, as his shaking hand reached to scoop up the little gift Severus left inside him off his thigh, which did nothing but smear it across his thigh even more.

From what he imagined what his backside looked like, maybe that dream of 7 kids was closer than he thought...

Notes:

I hope you liked my sad attempt at the slightest bit of smut.