Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Delirium Tremens ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

A few hours after his spat with Lupin, Severus was at his desk, busily revising lesson plans for the upcoming school year. This one would be simply amazing: no Potter, no Granger, and only one more Weasley to get rid of. The school would be flooded with more students than they had had in decades, now that they'd seen proper credit for what they had done with the war. This meant more bloody Gryffindors, more spineless Hufflepuffs to suffer through, but it also meant more Ravenclaws - studious workers, those - and more Slytherins to carefully mold into tolerable citizens of the wizarding world.

These thoughts, at least, had put him in a better mood than before, but of course he couldn't get his bloody peace and quiet. Oh, no. There was a knock at his door.

Expecting Minerva, he rose and crossed to open it. Only to find Remus Lupin standing on the other side. Severus quickly tried to shut it again, to no avail. The bastard had put a foot in the door already, and Severus had to lean against the pressure just to keep it from opening farther.

“You broke by dose!” he heard Lupin say, and he scoffed, weakening for a moment. The door swung open, clipping him in the side of the head, and he stumbled back. Lupin had caused him to lose his footing far too many times today.

Severus clutched at his throbbing head and looked up to see Lupin shutting the door behind himself. “What do you want?” he snapped, scowling.

“You broke by dose!” Lupin said again, and this time Severus was more inclined to believe him. There was a lumpy bandage strapped neatly to his face and bruises under his eyes. Pink dots marred his shirt, likely where cleaning charms hadn't come in time.

Severus knew no pity, though. “So? Why are you in my office?”

“I couldd't - couldnnn't - afford St. Budgo's, so I had to see Badabe Pob— Pom-frey.” Lupin crossed his arms over his chest, planting himself, and Severus sighed, unsure how to get rid of him this time. “I thought, while I was here, I should let you knnnow what you've dode.”

Severus scowled. “So I broke your nose, and you put a burn in my bottom and a lump on my head. I believe we're even.” They weren't even, not by far - he'd really rather he'd broken Lupin's bits off, but it was much harder to be threatening when Lupin was physically there and Severus was holding his head a little sideways.

Lupin's lips twitched and Severus just knew he was going to be laughed at again. Surprisingly, though, Lupin held back. “A `burd id your bottob'?” he repeated. Okay, he didn't quite hold back, then, letting out a strange whistling noise through his bandages. Severus was so fascinated that he forgot to be in pain for a moment. “Do you eved rebemmmber ady of the details?”

Lupin had started advancing, and Severus felt as though his feet wouldn't move. So he straightened himself, giving his most threatening glare. “No. Remember, you—”

“Date-raped you, right,” Lupin said, and Severus had only managed to take one step back before Lupin was close enough to touch him. And, having no respect for privacy, Lupin did touch him, curling his hand around the back of Severus' neck, where all the hairs stood up.

Severus scowled. “Yes.” He batted at Lupin's wrist, but it didn't budge. “Don't remember a thing, and I'd really rather not. You know where the door is, so if you would—”

“Ared't you eved curious about it?” Lupin asked huskily, and he was so close now Severus could feel his body heat. It seemed Lupin produced a lot of body heat, because Severus could even feel it inside himself, swirling and rising and flushing his cheeks.

“Not at all,” he said, quite convincingly, in his opinion. “I'd like to forget the episode entirely, if it's possible.”

“Of course.” Then Severus' head was being pulled down, and he felt the itchy brush of bandages against his cheek, just before he felt the press of soft lips against his own.

He opened his mouth to protest, and a tongue slid inside instead. Severus spluttered, stumbled, and Lupin followed him until they hit the wall. “Ow!” Severus yelped into the kiss and tore his mouth away. “Don't you have any finesse, Lupin?” he snarled. “You're mauling—”

That mouth was on his again, and Severus thought that maybe finesse was overrated. His tongue had gotten tangled into the mix before he caught himself, jerking away again. His head hit the wall. “Ow!” he yelped again, then shoved at Lupin's shoulders. “Get off!”

“I'b tryinnng,” Lupin murmured, then lowered his mouth to Severus' neck. Severus gave another pathetic shove, before his body slumped under what, exactly, that mouth could do.

The maddening scratch of bandages just under his ear snapped him out of it. “Lupin, stop this! I refuse to be a participant—” Lupin's mouth slipped lower, and Severus shivered, despite himself “—in this ridiculous—” a thigh slid between his own, rubbing just so, before he was able to fight it off “—ridiculous - ohhh… No! What are you doing, Lupin?”

Lupin laughed, reaching between them to grasp at Severus' cock through the folds of his robe. “Provinnng that it wasd't the alcohol.”

Severus hissed. Enough was enough. He shoved at Lupin a third time, with little better results than before. “It was the alcohol! You raped me, and you're trying to do it aga—” He cut himself off with another undignified yelp when Lupin squeezed.

“You're hard,” Lupin said, and Severus shook his head. “Yes, you are. You like this.” And Severus couldn't tell him otherwise, because his mouth was too busy letting out rough, uneven breaths.

He lost himself to it, then, traitorous cock throbbing against Lupin's hand, his pulse rushing under the feel of Lupin's mouth against his throat, and was Lupin really humping at his leg like a dog? Severus let his head fall back against the wall - more gently, this time - and his eyes slid shut. He was so close, so close… until he became aware of Lupin muttering in his ear. “…add I'b godda fuck you so hard you screab, yeah, you're godda love it, you cock-hudgry—”

“What the hell are you on about, Lupin?” he snapped, annoyed that his erection wanted to flag and that Lupin's hand wouldn't let it. “You sound ridiculous.”

Lupin looked rather offended, and his hand stopped moving. “You liked it last tibe,” he said, almost in a whine - though that may have been the broken nose again.

“I was drunk!” His cock was throbbing against that hand, so hard it nearly hurt. He sighed. “Just keep your mouth shut and you can fuck me, Lupin,” he finally said. Anything that would get him off was worth tolerating, at this point.

Lupin seemed to take his words to heart, and the other man was pulling on his robes, fingers trying to make sense of the fastenings. Severus batted his hands away. “Not here, you twit,” he snarled. He was bruised enough without Lupin scraping him up against a wall.

So they staggered and dragged each other to the bedroom, and Lupin tumbled him onto the bed, clawing at his robes again. With a much-put-upon sigh, Severus pulled his wand from a voluminous pocket and growled out a charm. His robes disappeared, showing up again as a neatly-folded pile on the floor. After a moment, he did the same to Lupin, and he looked him over.

Ah. Yes. That was why he was allowing this to happen again.

Then his arms were full of a randy old werewolf, rubbing and sucking and sweating all over him. That impressive cock dug into his hip, and he choked back a moan when Lupin's hand snaked between them again, pulling on his prick. He dropped the wand when Lupin's mouth attached itself to his collarbone.

Lupin's other hand slid between them, too, pressing back and rubbing between his cheeks. “Have you got ady lube?” Lupin asked, and Severus made a grab for the nightstand. It was a few too many feet away, so he snatched up his wand, thrust it against Lupin's chest. Lupin let go of his cock to grab it, though he looked disappointed. “I like the idea of doinnng it byself,” he said.

Severus glared. “Stop whining and fuck me. Now.”

Whatever disappointment Lupin may have felt, he thankfully did not voice it again. He flipped Severus facedown, growled out the charm and, moments later, eased and then pushed and then shoved his cock in so hard Severus was sure his teeth rattled.

Severus weakly pushed his hips up to meet those ragged thrusts, panting roughly. Lupin fisted his cock for him, all tight squeezing and careless pumping that only barely met the rhythm of his hips.

“Yeah, tell be how you like it,” Lupin grunted into his ear, and Severus groaned, shoving back against him.

“I l-like it quiet,” Severus snarled, “and - guh! - harder!” Lupin seemed content enough to comply, silent, finally, save for his grunts and harsh breathing and the slap of his pelvis against Severus' pleasantly burning arse.

A few more thrusts, a few more squeezes of Lupin's smooth hand, and Severus was done for, moaning like an animal in heat as he came harder than he had in quite some time. When he was done, Lupin's hand moved from his oversensitive prick to clutch at his bony hip, dragging it up to meet his own. That cock was surely scraping him raw, though it was still fairly pleasant, with Severus drifting on the aftermath of his own orgasm. He began to gray out when Lupin finally came, teeth clenching on Severus' shoulder and heat flooding him.

He awoke again to Lupin sitting on the edge of the bed in his trousers, slowly peeling the bandage from his face. Severus watched, unmoving. Lupin's nose certainly wasn't the broken lump it had to have been before.

Lupin hissed a little as the bandage finally came off, and Severus spoke up. “I hope you're not planning on throwing that out here.”

Lupin turned. “Wouldn't think of it.” Severus was thinking that his voice, though still grating, was much less irritating without that nasally whine, when the bastard smiled lecherously, looking awful for it, with his nose still one large bruise. “So, how's the burn in your bottom now?”

Severus glared. “Shut up, Lupin,” was all he could manage though, because really, the burn felt terribly good, his body sated and more relaxed than it had been in years.

“Good, then?” Lupin asked, laughing, then got up to retrieve the rest of his clothing. “Me too,” came the muffled words as Lupin pulled his stained shirt back over his head. “Wouldn't mind another go some time.”

Severus said nothing in response to this, though he wasn't sure he wouldn't mind, either. Lupin, for all his faults, had a fantastic cock. He searched for the right words as Lupin showed himself out, and finally, as he heard the door shut, he called, “Next time, I'm gagging you!”

He heard Lupin's insufferable laugh muffled behind the door, and he scowled, muttering a token, “Bloody smug bastard,” before he lay back to enjoy the post-shag hum of his tired body.