Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Futile in the Spider's Web ❯ Futile in the Spider's Web ( One-Shot )

Caught off guard, Remus can't fight back, and he lets Snape steady his hips, suck him into his mouth, all wet, greedy lips and darting tongue and tight fist. He is caught, caught, wings beating futile in the spider's web, and “God, ohh, God” it's worth it. Depthless eyes have him trapped, unable to look away, to fend off the sudden onslaught of images.

fuck you Sna—don't fight Lupin you can't win what about - freckles everywhere gorgeous gorgeous red hair brushing the tip of an earring tickling your skin teeth cruel on collarbones nipples arms pinned above your head no no—

He's in Snape's throat now, and he cries out, feels the clench as Snape swallows around him, and he tries to tear his gaze away. Snape pulls back, then, Remus' cock slipping free with a wet pop, and Snape snarls, “Stop fighting this.”

pink hair black hair purple blonde short long feathered beautiful she's beautiful pink nipples raised mouth on her cunt licking opening drinking her down calls your name - too pretty for you Lupin - yes his mouth she loves it loves it warm wet open red hair green eyes freckles only on the nose calls your name not his not his is yours to say he's yours - you're twisted Lupin - shut up shut up—

He bucks into Snape's hand, grunting, and Snape smiles up at him unpleasantly, all yellowed teeth and thin lips and cruel, cruel eyes. Then that mouth is on his prick again, and that's all that matters. He watches Snape's lips stretch thinner as they devour him whole, hooded eyes watching him back, staring him down. If Snape can smile with his mouth so full, he is surely doing so.

you want this Lupin you're sick sick sick filthy - palms braced on grimy stone hips thrusting sweat sticky glasses break shatter cut his cheeks you lick them clean fuck him harder whining hungry needy slut begging with brown green brown green green green eyes - oh Lupin his son - so wrong so wrong so much so so so—

“Fuck you,” Remus snarls, and Snape gags on his cock when he thrusts, throat constricting deliciously around him.

Grimmauld Place she's screaming again screaming and you tear at her face it's her fault her fault her fault and his fault your fist in greasy hair tugging - no Lupin - yes yes pull his mou—no you mangy piec—fuck him hard hard against her shrieking grunting biting taste of salt copper - Lupin it's not me it's - in his bed she's shrieking hate her he hates her she's the reason fuck her fuck him harder emaciated body on a gray mattress gray eyes like the gray in your hair too young he's gone he's gone—

His hand has tangled in Snape's hair, and he shoves that face farther down, thick cartilage of a hooked nose biting into his skin. He thrusts, thrusts, and he comes, head thrown back as the visions recede into white flashes, black spots, red slices across the insides of his eyelids.

Snape is choking, and he deserves it. When it is over, Remus slides free of raw lips, bruised and chapped from what they've done to him. Remus slumps against the wall for a moment, and Snape is kind enough to tuck him back into his robes.

Once he collects himself, Remus pushes Snape aside.

“You enjoyed yourself,” Snape says, voice acrid and amused, grating on Remus' every nerve. Remus says nothing, only opens the door. He hears Snape call, “You'll be back,” and the door slams hard enough to rattle its hinges.

Anger burns in Remus' vision so that he has to pause for a moment. He feels raw, red and peeling, in mind and body. Snape has done this to him. You'll be back.

“Never,” Remus mutters under his breath, though his weak, trembling legs and singing blood whisper otherwise.