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Title: Passion By Firelight
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Challenge: Hunkwarts Bodice Ripper Challenge
Summary: After returning to the castle from a mission, our hero finds the interest of his desire waiting in his chambers....
Warnings: Er...referring to the male reproductive organ as 'a sword'.
Notes: This is Very Silly. And that's on purpose. It's cliched, the dialogue is ridiculous, the characters are rather OOC, and the sex is impossibly perfect and unrealistic. Just like a real romance novel! (At least I think, my experience with them is limited.) Anyway, enjoy.
The sun was a brilliant comet of flame sinking below the granite capped mountains as Remus John Faolan Lupin, Order Member and werewolf, breasted the crest of a hill that overlooked Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His muscles ached from the strain of the past gew days, and his white shirt clung to his shoulders and back, damp and slicked with sweat. His tawny and silver streaked hair curled slightly from the day’s heat, encircling his sun-bronzed face like a halo. His amber eyes rested a moment upon the castle, and he wanted for nothing more than to bathe and wash the sweat from the day off of his body.
The trek down the path to the sheltering walls of the castle was a short one, but long enough for Remus to think on the events of his mission. The Death Eaters had a base camp in Ireland, half of their number hidden among the trees and caves. This was ill news for the Order of the Phoenix, the rebels who fought against the Dark Lord and all of his evil forces. But Remus, utilizing his lycanthropic abilities, was able to eavesdrop and over-hear vital plans. Long before he began is harrowing trek an owl had been sent bearing the plans, encoded so only the rebel leader Albus Dumbledore could read them.
And now Remus was done, and the castle loomed ahead of him, a sight for sore eyes. He wiped his sodden brow and trudged joyously towards the gates, his mind full of thoughts of hot water and cold beer. Just what he needed to lift his spirits and ease his tired bones. He gazed upon the doors of the castle, eyes alight with regalement. Soon, a bath and fine spirits would be more than just an idle fancy.
Entering the castle, Remus soon found his path crossed by a small House Elf, just the creature he wished to see! “Winky! Fetch me some meat and ale to my bathing chamber, if you would be so kind.” The bat-eared creature curtsied and nodded, and the weary werewolf continued through the cavernous corridors to his chambers.
The door was ajar as he approached. How odd. Had the House Elves worked quickly, sensing his need for sustenance? Or perhaps one had gone ahead to light a fire or draw a bath for him. Good thinking then, for both of those were things he desired.
But it was niether food-bearing House Elf nor fire-kindling House Elf nor bath-drawing House Elf. It was something else altogether, and Remus found himself caught by surprise.
“Severus. What are you doing in my bedchambers at such an hour?” The sun had sunk by now, and the Hogwarts Potions Master should have been in his dreary dungeon realm, frightening students and vermin alike. Not that Remus truly minded the intrusion. A fetching man in his rooms was as welcome as the bath and food. Severus was a handsome man, tall and lean with hair like a raven’s wing and eyes like obsidian. And as witty and sharp as he was sour. He had long ago captured Remus’ interest.
“A potion, for your fatigue.” Indeed, within the Potion Master’s thin fingers there was a crystalline decanter of blood red liquid.
“My thanks, then. Please forgive me, but I am filthy with the dirt of the woods and road .” Remus inclined his head in apology and stripped the grimy shirt from his back, tossing it aside and standing bare chested before his guest. The fire -for there was a fire in the hearth- lent a golden sheen to the muscles that rippled in his arms and chest.
“You stink of perspiration,” Severus said, folding his arms across his narrow chest. Yes, Severus Snape was a fetching man. Remus allowed his eyes to wander over his body. The black of his robes contrasted the prisine snow of his skin beautifully, and his eyes told stories that Remus longed to hear.
“That happens,” the werewolf responded, plucking the vial from the pale fingers of his lamenting companion. It’s contents were welcomed, the warm vitality it promised lending strength and feeling flooding back into his leaden limbs. “You’ve a true skill with potion making. My thanks to you again. Perhaps now I won’t fall asleep in the bath.” The words were accompanied by a smile of thanks that lit upon Remus’ sensuous mouth. Even drained from his enduring journey, his animal vitality still shone through.
“No thanks are needed. I shall take my leave of you, then, and leave you to bathe.” Severus inclined his head, his ebon hair swinging forward to shadow his aquiline features. A playful smile played at the corners of Remus’ lips. His hands went to the drawstrings of his snug leather trousers, eyes burning with mischief and something else. What better way to wind down and celebrate than to share his bath (and bed) with a comely fellow?
“Or you could join me,” Remus said, beginning to slowly unfasten the stays of his trousers.
“Excuse me?” Severus seemed surprised, his eyes widening in shock.
“Come now. I’ve seen you watching me. Your eyes are weighted, you know. Don’t deny your passion, Severus. Now is as good a time as any.” Remus stalked towards his prey, hips rolling with an animal grace as he crossed the distance between them.
“Lupin, what has gotten into you?” Denial from Severus’ lips, but desire from his scent. Remus could smell him, smell what he wanted. His blood heated at the thought of it. He’d watched Severus for so long, imagined the man laid out beneath him. And now, finally, he would have him.
“I think you know what’s gotten into me. It’s in you, as well. You can’t lie to me, Severus.” A werewolf’s nose never lied, and Remus’ nose was telling him that Severus’ heart was racing with long-denied passion.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Severus’ eyes dropped to the floor, his cheeks flushed and warm. Remus’ grin widened, and he threw his arms about the ivory-skinned Potion Master’s waist, pulling him flush against his hard body.
“I think you do.”
Remus wasted no more time speaking, and pressed his lips to Severus’ in a passionate kiss. His blood surged as the other man’s thin lips parted beneath his assault, granting him access to the mouth he had so long desired. Tongues and passions mingled, the breath of both men growing short and labored.
“Remus!” Severus exclaimed, pulling away for a moment. “We can’t do this!”
“But we can,” Remus insisted, fingers expertly manipulating the buttons of the other man’s robes. “We want this. Why should we deny ourselves what we want?”
“We’re at war! Now is hardly the time....”
“Now is the prefect time!” The outer robe was undone, and Remus’ lips found a sweet spot at the base of Severus’ throat. “No more words. Just let me love you.”
It seemed that Severus had finally succumbed to desire. Remus peeled away the layers of Severus’ clothing, exposing inch after inch of smooth pale flesh. Lips worshiped the length of Severus’ neck, the rounded slope of his shoulder, the smooth planes of his chest. Soon, Severus was naked to Remus’ hungry gaze. The firelight played upon his milky skin and angled body.
“You’re beautiful,” Remus whispered, hands tangled in Severus’ inky tresses. He lifted the slender man into his arms and carried him to the bed, all thoughts of dinner and a bath long since gone from his mind. Desire was the only thought left to him, a yearning hunger for the beautiful man beneath him. His manhood swelled and ached, pressing against the soft material of his trousers.
Moving slowly, he made love to Severus with his mouth. His tongue and lips traced across planes and ridges of flesh, down to the pale rod of the other man’s desire. Firelight bathed their bodies with the crimson paint of lovers, and soon Remus’ trousers were nothing but a lingering memory.
“I want you,” he whispered huskily in Severus’ ear. He parted the warm petals of the Potion Master’s essence, fingers delving into his tightness to prepare him for their joining.
“Be gentle,” Severus said, face turned away in shame. The rogue of embarrassment was fetching on him.
“Of course,” Remus promised, laying himself between milky thighs. He lower his head to press sweet kisses to Severus’ lips, plunging his sword into the Potion Master’s hilt. Both men cried out, voices mingling into one choir of rapture. Remus drove himself into Severus’ willing body, giving himself over to the flames of ardor that Severus’ body kindled within him. He was dimly aware of hands on his back, warm breath on his lips, and always the satiny feel of Severus around him.
They reached their peak together, a grand explosion that rocked their bodies in time. Remus heard his lover’s name fall from his lips as his body shook, completing their union and exhausting their passions in a mighty release.
They fell together on the bed, limp and exhausted. Remus rolled onto his side, arms wrapped securely around Severus. “That was incredible,” he murmured, nuzzling at satiny soft flesh. Severus said nothing, but curled into the welcoming circle of Remus’ arms.
“Now,” Remus said, chuckling low in his throat, “how about that bath?”
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Challenge: Hunkwarts Bodice Ripper Challenge
Summary: After returning to the castle from a mission, our hero finds the interest of his desire waiting in his chambers....
Warnings: Er...referring to the male reproductive organ as 'a sword'.
Notes: This is Very Silly. And that's on purpose. It's cliched, the dialogue is ridiculous, the characters are rather OOC, and the sex is impossibly perfect and unrealistic. Just like a real romance novel! (At least I think, my experience with them is limited.) Anyway, enjoy.
The sun was a brilliant comet of flame sinking below the granite capped mountains as Remus John Faolan Lupin, Order Member and werewolf, breasted the crest of a hill that overlooked Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His muscles ached from the strain of the past gew days, and his white shirt clung to his shoulders and back, damp and slicked with sweat. His tawny and silver streaked hair curled slightly from the day’s heat, encircling his sun-bronzed face like a halo. His amber eyes rested a moment upon the castle, and he wanted for nothing more than to bathe and wash the sweat from the day off of his body.
The trek down the path to the sheltering walls of the castle was a short one, but long enough for Remus to think on the events of his mission. The Death Eaters had a base camp in Ireland, half of their number hidden among the trees and caves. This was ill news for the Order of the Phoenix, the rebels who fought against the Dark Lord and all of his evil forces. But Remus, utilizing his lycanthropic abilities, was able to eavesdrop and over-hear vital plans. Long before he began is harrowing trek an owl had been sent bearing the plans, encoded so only the rebel leader Albus Dumbledore could read them.
And now Remus was done, and the castle loomed ahead of him, a sight for sore eyes. He wiped his sodden brow and trudged joyously towards the gates, his mind full of thoughts of hot water and cold beer. Just what he needed to lift his spirits and ease his tired bones. He gazed upon the doors of the castle, eyes alight with regalement. Soon, a bath and fine spirits would be more than just an idle fancy.
Entering the castle, Remus soon found his path crossed by a small House Elf, just the creature he wished to see! “Winky! Fetch me some meat and ale to my bathing chamber, if you would be so kind.” The bat-eared creature curtsied and nodded, and the weary werewolf continued through the cavernous corridors to his chambers.
The door was ajar as he approached. How odd. Had the House Elves worked quickly, sensing his need for sustenance? Or perhaps one had gone ahead to light a fire or draw a bath for him. Good thinking then, for both of those were things he desired.
But it was niether food-bearing House Elf nor fire-kindling House Elf nor bath-drawing House Elf. It was something else altogether, and Remus found himself caught by surprise.
“Severus. What are you doing in my bedchambers at such an hour?” The sun had sunk by now, and the Hogwarts Potions Master should have been in his dreary dungeon realm, frightening students and vermin alike. Not that Remus truly minded the intrusion. A fetching man in his rooms was as welcome as the bath and food. Severus was a handsome man, tall and lean with hair like a raven’s wing and eyes like obsidian. And as witty and sharp as he was sour. He had long ago captured Remus’ interest.
“A potion, for your fatigue.” Indeed, within the Potion Master’s thin fingers there was a crystalline decanter of blood red liquid.
“My thanks, then. Please forgive me, but I am filthy with the dirt of the woods and road .” Remus inclined his head in apology and stripped the grimy shirt from his back, tossing it aside and standing bare chested before his guest. The fire -for there was a fire in the hearth- lent a golden sheen to the muscles that rippled in his arms and chest.
“You stink of perspiration,” Severus said, folding his arms across his narrow chest. Yes, Severus Snape was a fetching man. Remus allowed his eyes to wander over his body. The black of his robes contrasted the prisine snow of his skin beautifully, and his eyes told stories that Remus longed to hear.
“That happens,” the werewolf responded, plucking the vial from the pale fingers of his lamenting companion. It’s contents were welcomed, the warm vitality it promised lending strength and feeling flooding back into his leaden limbs. “You’ve a true skill with potion making. My thanks to you again. Perhaps now I won’t fall asleep in the bath.” The words were accompanied by a smile of thanks that lit upon Remus’ sensuous mouth. Even drained from his enduring journey, his animal vitality still shone through.
“No thanks are needed. I shall take my leave of you, then, and leave you to bathe.” Severus inclined his head, his ebon hair swinging forward to shadow his aquiline features. A playful smile played at the corners of Remus’ lips. His hands went to the drawstrings of his snug leather trousers, eyes burning with mischief and something else. What better way to wind down and celebrate than to share his bath (and bed) with a comely fellow?
“Or you could join me,” Remus said, beginning to slowly unfasten the stays of his trousers.
“Excuse me?” Severus seemed surprised, his eyes widening in shock.
“Come now. I’ve seen you watching me. Your eyes are weighted, you know. Don’t deny your passion, Severus. Now is as good a time as any.” Remus stalked towards his prey, hips rolling with an animal grace as he crossed the distance between them.
“Lupin, what has gotten into you?” Denial from Severus’ lips, but desire from his scent. Remus could smell him, smell what he wanted. His blood heated at the thought of it. He’d watched Severus for so long, imagined the man laid out beneath him. And now, finally, he would have him.
“I think you know what’s gotten into me. It’s in you, as well. You can’t lie to me, Severus.” A werewolf’s nose never lied, and Remus’ nose was telling him that Severus’ heart was racing with long-denied passion.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Severus’ eyes dropped to the floor, his cheeks flushed and warm. Remus’ grin widened, and he threw his arms about the ivory-skinned Potion Master’s waist, pulling him flush against his hard body.
“I think you do.”
Remus wasted no more time speaking, and pressed his lips to Severus’ in a passionate kiss. His blood surged as the other man’s thin lips parted beneath his assault, granting him access to the mouth he had so long desired. Tongues and passions mingled, the breath of both men growing short and labored.
“Remus!” Severus exclaimed, pulling away for a moment. “We can’t do this!”
“But we can,” Remus insisted, fingers expertly manipulating the buttons of the other man’s robes. “We want this. Why should we deny ourselves what we want?”
“We’re at war! Now is hardly the time....”
“Now is the prefect time!” The outer robe was undone, and Remus’ lips found a sweet spot at the base of Severus’ throat. “No more words. Just let me love you.”
It seemed that Severus had finally succumbed to desire. Remus peeled away the layers of Severus’ clothing, exposing inch after inch of smooth pale flesh. Lips worshiped the length of Severus’ neck, the rounded slope of his shoulder, the smooth planes of his chest. Soon, Severus was naked to Remus’ hungry gaze. The firelight played upon his milky skin and angled body.
“You’re beautiful,” Remus whispered, hands tangled in Severus’ inky tresses. He lifted the slender man into his arms and carried him to the bed, all thoughts of dinner and a bath long since gone from his mind. Desire was the only thought left to him, a yearning hunger for the beautiful man beneath him. His manhood swelled and ached, pressing against the soft material of his trousers.
Moving slowly, he made love to Severus with his mouth. His tongue and lips traced across planes and ridges of flesh, down to the pale rod of the other man’s desire. Firelight bathed their bodies with the crimson paint of lovers, and soon Remus’ trousers were nothing but a lingering memory.
“I want you,” he whispered huskily in Severus’ ear. He parted the warm petals of the Potion Master’s essence, fingers delving into his tightness to prepare him for their joining.
“Be gentle,” Severus said, face turned away in shame. The rogue of embarrassment was fetching on him.
“Of course,” Remus promised, laying himself between milky thighs. He lower his head to press sweet kisses to Severus’ lips, plunging his sword into the Potion Master’s hilt. Both men cried out, voices mingling into one choir of rapture. Remus drove himself into Severus’ willing body, giving himself over to the flames of ardor that Severus’ body kindled within him. He was dimly aware of hands on his back, warm breath on his lips, and always the satiny feel of Severus around him.
They reached their peak together, a grand explosion that rocked their bodies in time. Remus heard his lover’s name fall from his lips as his body shook, completing their union and exhausting their passions in a mighty release.
They fell together on the bed, limp and exhausted. Remus rolled onto his side, arms wrapped securely around Severus. “That was incredible,” he murmured, nuzzling at satiny soft flesh. Severus said nothing, but curled into the welcoming circle of Remus’ arms.
“Now,” Remus said, chuckling low in his throat, “how about that bath?”
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Made my night, babe.
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*Snuggles* Beautiful, dahling, as always. And Remus' second middle name? I highly approve. XD
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Thanks, I'll fix that right up!
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Oh, my this was so funny and fun!! Remus was muy macho! So bold and so brazen and smelling of manliness!
Sev and the line "Be gentle." Gave me tingles.
Now I can have pleasant dreams!!
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best...worst...usual! I dare you to post it to ff.net (minus the ooc warnings) and watch the reviews come flooding in!!no subject
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Excellent! Steamy!Hunk!Remus!!! Ebon!Milky!Severus!!!! YAY!!!
*embarassing admission*
I used to read books like that all the time *cough*
Great job!
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I spotted a few errors, with neither, pristine and perfect (please tell me to bog off if it annoys you)
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Oooo, thank you. I appreciate mistakes being pointed out, so I can fix them. :-)
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I did indeed enjoy, and snorting with laughter was a good start to the day - thanks!
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Yay! I'm glad I could start your day out well!
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Strangely enough, Sev fits right in to the role of blushing virgin! Hehe, I loved him telling Remus to "be gentle"
Loved all the descriptions too, wonderfully cliche! :)
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