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Title: Checkmate! Author: Birman E-mail: birman@jahannam.it Disclaimer: nope, they’re not mine, yes, I wish they were. Summary: Remus finally makes his move, and Snape has nothing to complain about… Challenge: ‘5) BUBBLES! Snape and Lupin share a bubblebath...’ and ‘81) Severus is definitely straight, or so he thinks. Remus tries to convince him otherwise.’ Rating: NC-17 Notes: a big, big, biiiiiiiiiiiig thank you to Die, who beta’d this story :) Professor Lupin has come back to Hogwarts, to the position he held some years ago, and I’d like to thank all those parents and former students who asked the Ministry for his return.” Remus Lupin stood as the sound of clapping hands filled the Great Hall, then took his seat back at the staff table. “Is that your idea of revenge, Lupin? To take the seat next to me?” grunted Severus Snape, resident Potions Master of the school. “Yes, I’m glad to be here as well, Severus. Will you pass me the salt, please?” Some days later, as Lupin was in his study, marking some parchments, someone knocked on the door. “Come in!” he called. He smiled as he saw Snape enter the room, with a smoking goblet in his hands. Lupin put his quill down and stood. “Your Wolfsbane, Lupin.” growled the Potions Master, handing him the concoction. “Thank you, Severus. It’s nice of you to bring me the potion here. I could have come to the dungeons, if you had told me.” He gulped down the horrible-tasting brew, then wiped his lips with the back of his hand, making a face. “I had to bring Poppy some potions as well. You’d be delusional if you thought I came here because I wanted to see you, Lupin.” ”Pity, really. I was so looking forward to seeing you.” Snape tensed at the touch, then snatched his hands away: “Looking forward to seeing me? I hardly believe it, Lupin.” he grunted. Remus smiled: “Why wouldn’t I? Despite what you say, I consider you my friend. And I’d like to get to know you better. We didn’t have much time for ourselves, these last few years.” The Potions Master narrowed his eyes, suspiciously: “Know me better? Is that a part of a new prank, Lupin? Because, if it is…” The black-haired wizard snorted: “I’d like to think I play better than ‘quite well’, thank you very much.” “Well, I haven’t played you in ages, I can’t say for sure…” grinned Lupin, throwing his bait. Snape turned on his heels and headed for the door: “Nine o’clock tonight. My quarters. Don’t be late, and prepare to be crushed.” he said as he closed the door, a nasty smirk on his face. He had never been admitted there, so, as he stepped in, he took a look around: there wasn’t much furniture, and it was all in dark wood, with only the exception of two armchairs and the sofa in front of the huge fireplace, which were covered in dark green velvet, and looked utterly comfortable. Books, on the other hand, were visible in huge heaps everywhere, and not only in the bookshelves that covered the wall on his left. But then his eyes were drawn by Snape: the Potions Master was placing a chessboard on a small coffee table, and with a wave of his wand he moved the armchairs until they were facing each other. He then, without so much as nodding at Lupin, sat down, and began placing his own chess pieces on the board. Remus watched him place his king, then sat down as well. Snape was indeed a very good player, and had no difficulty in winning the first game. Remus could have sworn that, right after he said ‘checkmate’, Snape smiled. Of course, it still looked a lot like a smirk, but Remus had observed his old friend for so long now that he knew exactly what it was. He placed his pieces again for another game, but his eyes never left the Potions Master’s figure. “Is there something wrong, Lupin?” Snape said, raising his head as he felt Remus’ gaze on him. “No.” the werewolf simply replied, smiling. “Then quit staring, and concentrate on your game, you’re hopeless.” the black-haired wizard growled. “I can’t. Stop staring, I mean. You look so… relaxed. It’s something I’ve never seen before.” “I’m sorry you had to witness such an offensive sight, Lupin. I’ll try and look my worst next time.” “Don’t be so caustic, Severus. I think that look really suits you. You look quite attractive.” Snape’s eyebrows shot upwards: “Attractive?” “Yes. Well, I actually mean more attractive than usual.” “Is this some kind of joke?” “Nope. I mean every word I said.” Snape sighed: “Lupin, I’ve always suspected you were queer, but I thought you knew that I don’t… swing that way.” Remus chuckled: “You still think you’re straight, Severus? I’ve never seen you with a girl in all the time we’ve known each other.” “I should think I know what my sexual preferences are, thank you very much.” “And I think you don’t. Have you ever kissed a woman, Severus? Or had sex with one?” Two bright pink spots appeared on Snape’s cheeks: “This is none of your business, Lupin. But if you really must know, I have.” “And I bet you didn’t like it…” Lupin said, looking at Snape with sparkling eyes. The Potions Master leaned over the chessboard and growled: “Despite my saying otherwise, you’re quite a good player. So shut up and play, if you don’t want me to throw you out!” “Alright, alright,” the werewolf chuckled, “I’ll let it drop… for now.” Remus didn’t approach the subject again that night, and the two wizards went on playing until well past midnight. “I hate to admit it,” said Snape, as Remus was leaving his rooms, “but you are the only worthy opponent in this school, apart from Albus. So, I wouldn’t totally be adverse to letting you play me, sometimes.” Remus smiled: “I’d be honoured, Severus. Good night.” Snape nodded, and closed the door. Soon, Lupin became a regular guest of Snape’s quarters: they would play chess almost every night, except for those nights in which the Potions Master had to supervise some detentions, or, for obvious reasons, full moon nights. Remus didn’t question Snape’s sexuality so openly again, but he began staring at him every now and then, observing him or touching him: light touches on the forearms, or shoulders, quick enough so as not to upset the Potions Master too much, but often enough to become a habit. One night, two weeks before Christmas and the week before the full moon, Snape knocked on Lupin’s door, to bring his usual gobletful of Wolfsbane. “Come in!” “Lupin?” Snape looked around at the empty room. “I’m in here.” Lupin’s voice came from a door on his right, probably the bedroom. “I was taking a shower.” Lupin came into the room, and Snape almost dropped the goblet he was holding: the werewolf was drying his hair with a towel, but that wasn’t the problem. Remus was wearing only a damp towel around his waist, which clung tightly over his legs and buttocks, droplets of water glistening on his chest. He took the goblet, gulped it down, and walked back to his bedroom. Snape tried to convince himself to leave, but his legs thought otherwise, and followed Lupin. He let out a choked yelp when he stepped into the other room, as Remus let the towel fall to the floor and, naked as a newborn-baby, began searching through his drawer for some clean underwear. He took his time, and dressed slowly, pretending that Snape wasn’t there. Only when he was fully dressed, he turned around. “Oh. You’re still here, Severus?” he asked. His tone feigned surprise, but amusement was clearly visible in his eyes. “I…” Snape’s voice came out as a squeak, and he hastily cleared his throat: “I was leaving. Sorry for my… intrusion.” The Potions Master turned around with a swirl of robes, and strode out of the room. “You’re more than welcome anytime, Severus.” Remus called after him, smiling to himself. Christmas was a wonderful day for everyone: with Voldemort gone, people could finally relax after many years of fear, and that meant both student and teachers. In the evening, after all the students went back to their common rooms, Albus Dumbledore organised a small party for the staff, with plenty of snacks and alcoholic drinks, kindly provided by Hagrid and McGonagall. When Snape arrived at the party, Remus was already there, with a goblet in his hands. The werewolf smiled at him, but he was engulfed in a conversation with Flitwick and couldn’t join him. The Potions Master leaned against a wall, close enough to the bowl of home-made grog, and on the opposite side of the room from Lupin. Every time that Snape felt the other wizard’s eyes on him (and that was quite often), he would gulp down half of his goblet. The problem was, Minerva kept filling it every time it was emptied. Around midnight, Snape had to sit down. He felt hot, and strangely happy. He felt like smiling, but what was left of his sober brain took care of that and forbid it. Slowly, he rose and headed for the door. His colleagues were all too busy drinking and giggling to see him go, so he left unnoticed, or so he thought. He didn’t heard Lupin until he was almost in the dungeons. His foot slipped on the stairs, and, just when he thought he would shamefully fall all the way down on his bottom, a strong hand closed around his arm and held him up. “Quite drunk, aren’t we?” “None… of your business… Lupin.” tried to growl the Potions Master. Remus chuckled: “I think I’ll take you to your rooms. Come on, let’s go.” Snape tried to free himself from Lupin’s hold, but the brown-haired wizard didn’t let go until they were both inside Snape’s quarters. He dragged the resisting Potions Master into his bedroom, made him sit, and began undoing the many buttons of his robes. “Stop it, Lupin, I can undress myself.” said Snape, trying to slap Remus’ hands away. “What, and give up such a chance to lay my hands on you?” Snape sighed, and fell backwards on the bed: “Fine. Do it your way then.” “Can I?” whispered Lupin, and Snape feared he had just made a huge mistake, but, honestly, he couldn’t care less at the moment. The black-haired wizard closed his eyes, and relaxed. He must have dozed off, because he didn’t notice when Lupin stopped undoing his robes. He DID notice, however, when warm lips pressed against his. He sleepily opened his eyes, and focused on Lupin’s face, just a few inches from his own. “Lupin, what are you-” “Shhhh…” the werewolf cut him off, and kissed him again, longer this time. Remus smelled like firewhiskey, and his chin was a bit stubbly and was scratching him, but his lips were warm and firm, and the tip of his tongue hot against his mouth. Snape wondered if Remus tasted like firewhiskey as well, and parted his lips. Yes, he did taste like firewhiskey, and it wasn’t totally unpleasant. Actually, it was really good: Snape had never been kissed like this, slow and gently. It probably was the most pleasant experience of his life. The black-haired wizard began brushing his tongue against Remus’, and moaned softly when the werewolf broke the kiss. He opened his eyes, which he had closed again, and once more Lupin’s face came into focus: he was smiling, and his eyes had a warm and caring look in them. Snape cupped Remus’ face with his hands, and pulled him down for another kiss, locking his arms behind the werewolf’s head to keep him in place. This time, the kiss was more passionate than gentle, full of nibbling and sucking. Lupin moaned and laid on the Potions Master’s side, pressing his hard cock against Snape’s hips. His hand moved slowly over the black-haired wizard’s chest, over his hardened nipples and his flat stomach. Remus slipped his fingers inside Snape’s white shirt, in the small space between two buttons, and began tracing small circles with the tip of his fingers. Ever so slowly, so Snape would have all the time to stop him if he wanted to, Lupin resumed his journey over the Potions Master’s stomach, moving his hand lower and stopping over the waistband of Snape’s trousers, resting there for a few seconds. When Snape made no sign of pushing him away, he moved even lower, until he covered the other wizard’s cock. It was hard, and Lupin sighed into the kiss. “Do you want me to stop?” he breathed against Snape’s lips. “Do you want me to hex you?” Snape growled at him, but his voice sounded more like a moan than anything. Lupin smirked, and kissed him again. He began rubbing Snape’s cock very slowly with the palm of his hand, enjoying the soft moans that the black-haired wizard breathed in his mouth. Slowly, Lupin climbed on top of Snape, and gasped when their two cocks rubbed together. He stood still and looked, worried, into Snape’s dark eyes, searching for any sign of rejection. But the Potions Master, who still had his arms around Lupin’s neck, slid them along the werewolf’s back, and stopped on his buttocks, squeezing and pressing their hips together. Both men moaned loudly, and Lupin hid his face against Snape’s neck, where he nibbed and sucked the pale skin in between moans. Snape was still squeezing Remus’ buttocks and pressing their groins together, making their cocks grind one against the other through the fabric of their trousers. Remus was as hard as a rock and knew that he wouldn’t last long. As he felt his orgasm approaching, he kissed Snape, burying his moans in his mouth as he came. The black-haired wizard came right after him, his body tensing and then relaxing under the werewolf. Snape was slightly panting, sleepy-eyed. Remus kissed him one last time, softly, and rose, muttering a cleaning spell to ease that uncomfortable sticky feeling. The Potions Master slipped under the covers of his bed, blinked at Lupin and fell asleep. Remus sighed, and left the room in silence. He felt somewhat ashamed: yes, Snape had seemed to enjoy it, but he was also drunk. What if his foolish action had ruined everything he worked so hard for? I reckon we’ll just have to wait and see, he thought, swearing to leave his old friend alone for some time. And so, over the next few days, Remus avoided Snape: he didn’t show up for their usual chess games, he would still answer politely but in monosyllables whenever the Potions Master talked to him during meals, and generally tried to avoid being alone with him in the staff room or anywhere else. Lupin knew that he had to face Snape sooner or later, and that happened the day before New Year’s Eve. The DADA teacher was walking back to his own office from the Library, with a book from the Restricted Section in his hands. He was reading it while walking, not caring if he bumped into other people, as the school was still empty for the Christmas holidays. He was still deep in reading when he rounded a corner and came face to face with one glowering Potions Master. “Uh… hullo, Severus.” he said, lowering his gaze and trying to walk past him. But Snape stepped to the side and blocked his path: “You’ve been avoiding me, Lupin.” “No, I…” “You know, I am aware that I am no beauty, never was and never will be, but for a moment I entertained the thought that perhaps you did see something nice about me.” “Severus, I swear that when I said that I found you attractive, I meant it.” “But you still avoided me after Christmas. Was I that… unsatisfactory?” “What? No! No, at all.” Snape stepped closer to the werewolf, staring into his eyes: “Don’t make me regret this, Lupin.” He grabbed Remus and pinned him to the nearest wall. And snogged him. Lupin, after the first, surprised moment, reacted, and kissed him back. He let go of the book and buried his hands into Snape’s hair, grabbing fistfuls of black strands to keep him in place. After what seemed an eternity, Lupin reluctantly broke the kiss. He looked into Snape’s gaze, and grinned when he saw them burning with something that wasn’t hatred, for once. “Not here.” he said in a hoarse voice, “Even if the school’s empty, someone might still see us.” He took the Potions Master’s hand and dragged him along the corridor, and to the upper floor. Here, he stopped in front of a door, whispered a password and went in. As the door closed behind them, he heard Snape chuckle: “The prefect’s bathroom, Lupin?” Remus shrugged: “All the prefects are home for the holidays. And besides, I could use a nice, hot bubble bath.” He turned a few taps and the giant marble tub began filling itself with hot water and lots of bubbles. As he faced Snape once again, he found that the Potions Master was looking at him and smirking: “Do you plan to seduce me here, Lupin?” The werewolf walked to him, and placed his open hands on his chest. “Yes, that was the idea.” Slowly, he slid them to Snape’s collar, and began unfastening his robes. Remus’ long and deft fingers worked swiflty, and soon Snape’s outer robes fell to the floor. The Potions Master pushed Lupin’s hands away as he began undoing his shirt: “I can do this on my own. You should take care of your own clothes, or do I have to be the only one naked, here?” Lupin grinned, and stepped back. As he undressed himself, he kept his stare on Snape, who stared back, until all their clothes were gone. Snape’s skin was very pale, Remus noticed, and he was really thin, but so was he, even if he was less skinny than some years ago. Severus’ chest was shadowed with sparse black hairs that looked even darker against the white skin. Black hairs were also on Snape’s stomach, in a fine line that went from his navel to his groin, where they merged with the thicker patch of black curls that surrounded Severus’ half-erect cock. Remus licked his lips, finding the sight incredibly sexy. Remus guessed that it was because of the scar on his side, the scar that so many years ago made him what he was today, a werewolf. The black-haired wizard raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch him, but stopped in mid-air. “May… I?” he asked. When Remus nodded, he began tracing the scar with the tip of his fingers, then starting the journey again from the shoulders and proceeding downwards, through the light-brown hairs on his chest. Lupin chuckled: “That tickles.” Snape seemed to come out of the hypnotic trance he was into at the sound of Lupin’s voice, cupped Remus face with his hands and kissed him rather roughly. Remus wrapped his arms around Severus’ waist and pulled him against his own body, moaning at the feeling of warm skin against warm skin. “The tub’s full.” he murmured against Snape’s thin lips. Lupin let the other wizard go and stepped into the hot water. It was blissfully pleasant, and he let out a satisfied sigh. Snape stepped to the edge of the tub, ready to get in, but Remus stopped him: “Don’t come in yet, just sit on the edge.” The Potions Master frowned, but did as was told. Lupin moved closer, and put his hands on Snape’s knees. He gently spread Severus’ legs, and bent his head to kiss his inner thighs. Snape gasped, surprised, but didn’t push him away. Reassured by this reaction, Remus began placing small kisses on the sensitive white skin, from the knee to the groin, first one leg, and then the other. Snape’s prick was completely hard now, and Remus enjoyed the sight of it for a moment: it wasn’t as big as Remus’, but it was quite thick. The werewolf nuzzled his soon-to-be lover’s cock with his cheek for a moment, enjoying its silky texture, then placed some kisses on Snape’s sac. “Lupin…” whispered Snape. Remus looked up: Snape’s face was flushed, his breath a little ragged, and he was looking back at him with burning eyes. The brown-haired wizard noticed that the other wizard’s hands were gripping the edges of the tub, and the knuckles were almost white. “Shhh… I just want to make you feel good, Severus. Awfully good. So bloody good that you won’t ever need anyone but me.” He lowered his head again and lapped the head of Snape’s cock, which was already glistening with the first drops of pre-cum. Snape’s breath caught, mesmerised by the sight of Lupin slowly licking the length of his shaft. He moaned when Remus rolled his heavy balls in his hand, and took the tip of his cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and over the slit. Lupin’s mouth was incredibly hot around his prick as he slowly took more into his mouth and sucked. The werewolf’s head began bobbing up and down, licking the underside of his cock as he went. Snape wanted to thrust into that mouth, but tried to suppress the urge. Instead, he put his hands on the sides of Lupin’s head, and tried to stop him. Lupin let him go and frowned: “What is it? Wasn’t it good?” “Rest assured, it was bloody good, Lupin… but what about you?” “Me?” “Yes, you. I’m not 18 anymore, and I won’t recover as quickly. Don’t you… want anything more? What do you want Lupin?” Remus was speechless for a moment: Severus was worried about his needs! He smiled: “I want you, Severus. I want to be inside of you. But I don’t want to force you or hurry you.” Snape snorted: “I’m not a child, Lupin. You won’t break me.” He slid into the hot water beside Lupin, and kissed him. “Just… just tell me what to do.” he whispered, a little embarassed perhaps. Remus smiled and hugged him around the waist, going backwards into the water and bringing the Potions Master with him, until his back touched the edge of the tub. “Straddle me, Severus.” he told the other wizard. Snape obeyed, and put his legs on both sides of the werewolf’s hips, feeling their cocks slide one against the other. “Touch me. Please.” The black-haired wizard put his hand into the water and took hold not only of Lupin’s cock, but his as well, stroking very slowly, squeezing at the base and rubbing the heads with his thumb. Lupin gasped and closed his eyes, but he opened them almost immediately, meeting once again the Potions Master’s gaze. He slid his hands over Snape’s buttocks, parting them gently and touching his pucker with the tip of his finger. Snape gasped. “Do you want me to stop, Severus?” Remus asked, caressing the ring of muscles to give Snape the time to get acquainted with the feeling. “I think I’ve heard that question before, Lupin.” The Potions Master answered with a growl, “And I hope you do remember my answer, before asking such stupid questions again.” The werewolf smiled: “Your wish is my command.” As Snape resumed his stroking, Remus pressed his fingertip against the black-haired wizard’s opening, very lightly at first, but increasing in pressure until the muscles relaxed and he was able to slip the tip in. Snape tensed almost immediately. “Did I hurt you?” Remus asked, concerned. The other wizard shook his head. “Then relax, Severus. You’ll feel great, soon.” Lupin caressed Snape’s lower back with his free hand and, as he felt the other wizard relax once again around his finger, he slowly pushed it deeper. “You’ll get used to the feeling.” he whispered, as Snape bent his head and claimed his mouth for a kiss. But the Potions Master suddenly broke the touch with a yelp: “What. Was. That?” he asked, panting slightly. “I think I just found your prostate.” grinned the werewolf, stroking the small gland again and making his lover moan. Snape wrapped his arms around Remus’ neck, never taking his eyes off of him as the werewolf’s finger slid in and out of him. “I’m going to put another finger in, Severus.” Remus told him before easily slipping his middle finger in. A third finger soon joined the other two, and Snape closed his eyes, the features of his face softening in pleasure. “Merlin, Severus, I could come just by watching you…” whispered Remus, his voice hoarse. The Potions Master’s eyes snapped open: “Oh no, you won’t, unless you want me to hex your sorry arse.” Remus chuckled, and nibbled at the spot right under Snape’s left ear. “You can do naughty things to my arse next time, love.” Snape snorted, a small smile playing on his lips: “I will, you have my word on that.” The werewolf grabbed Snape by the hips and guided him over his aching cock, spreading his buttocks once again. The black-haired wizard steadied himself on Lupin’s shoulders as he slowly lowered himself, biting his lower lip and frowning a bit. But Snape didn’t stop until he completely impaled himself. He was shaking a little. “Are you alright?” asked the brown-haired wizard, his breath caught, and yet managing to be concerned about his lover. The Potions Master took a deep breath and moved a bit, trying to find the right angle: “I’m fine.” Remus groaned, and grabbed him by the hips, thrusting upwards. Snape let out a strangled moan, and pushed back against Remus. The werewolf set up a steady rhythm in which Snape found his pace immediately. “Sweet Merlin, Severus, you’re… so tight…” Remus groaned, “Feels so good…” “Stop talking rubbish… you useless… werewolf, and… thrust… harder…” the Potions Master panted back. Lupin chuckled, and held Snape closer, licking the spot between his neck and shoulder: “I don’t think I’ll resist much longer, love…” “Shut up… and move…” Remus began thrusting hard upwards while pushing Snape down to meet his thrusts. He was still holding the Potions Master close to him, so that his cock was rubbing against his stomach. He was pretty sure he found Severus’ prostate again, the man was breathing soft moans in his ear with every thrust. He was still latched on to the same patch of skin on Snape’s neck and, as he felt his lover climax, he bit down hard and came as well, a long shudder going through both bodies. They stayed still for a moment, until their breath became normal once again. Then Remus kissed the red mark on Snape’s neck, and began caressing his back. “What took you so long, Lupin?” The Potions Master’s voice came, muffled, from behind Remus’ ear. “Well… I thought that maybe you really didn’t like the idea… or me.” “I did like both.” “Why didn’t you tell me, then?” Severus shifted to look at him in the eye, and smirked: “You never asked.” END |
