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It was shameful how fast he was burning through his stash of calendars. It was also thrilling, forbidden and titillating and succeeding in making him feel like a randy teenager. That’s how often he was taking himself in hand, thinking of Remus (with how many times he had defiled the man’s photos, he ought to call him by his given name, at least in his mind) and his cock and how much he would love to be drilled with it.
Which made working together a hard (pun not intended) task considering how quickly he got hot and bothered whenever Remus just as much as initiated a casual touch, like a hand on his shoulder or whenever their fingers brushed. The driving force of Severus’ sexual re – awakening remained however the man’s smile and his expressive eyes.
Two weeks later after he ordered the first set of Remus’ unique pictures in kilts and many, many spoiled calendars, he had to admit to himself that this was becoming a problem. Not just for his finances and working environment, but a personal one. Casual masturbation would be normal if he wasn’t nearly asexual in the past.
Just how many advances from the faculty at Hogwarts (the never – ending legion of DADA professors not excluded), students and old classmates did he turn down? Now he was forty years old and he certainly wasn’t getting any younger, so why wasn’t his body taking hints?
His feelings for Remus have been dormant for so long and he didn’t exactly encourage friendliness between the two of them when they were younger or during Remus’ short stint as professor back in 1993. He stayed away from him during Order meetings so what the hell unleashed this pent – up horniness? Was it really fault of that calendar? Was this a short-term fixation or full blown – out obsession?
Remus was still a Marauder, the last one still alive and his distasteful friends used to drop Amortencia into people’s drinks in sixth year. It was very possible that he was under one of Weasley’s specialized love potion’s influence, but dosing someone wasn’t the werewolf’s style. He brewed the antidote daily and sipped it in his tea at work. If he was indeed drugged then he would have been eye – fucking Remus and shamelessly asking him out or perhaps he would just bend him over a desk in Remus’ office, ready and eager for a round or two of shagging. Since he did neither of those things (fortunately, he still had some modicum of shame) Severus assumed love potions and Imperius were ruled out.
If he was Imperiused, someone would have noticed and he didn’t do anything explicitly immoral or evil, yet. However, his increased sexual drive didn’t explain his aroused state or why his throat went dry after Remus’ hand lingered five seconds longer on his arm. It also didn’t explain his nervousness whenever the man was near.
Were there other forms of bewitchment outside of Imperius and Amortencia? Who would have ample opportunity and motive to go out of their way just for a good laugh? “Hey, Severus. Can I come in?” Remus’ baritone called out and Severus turned around from his aconite petals counting, dropping a jar with powdered moonstone on his worktable.
Did he get so lost in his train of thoughts that he neglected his work?! No, he can’t continue to be distracted. Much more is riding on the correct preparation of Wolfsbane Potion than his reputation and job. Werewolves in Britain are counting on him and his team to deliver flawless potions every month without fail. He scolded himself mentally and scowled at his assistants who quickly got back to their own preparations.
Immediately the brats and somewhat older brats stared intently at their stacks of ingredients and cauldrons. Severus narrowed his eyes as he walked past their worktables, heading to door. He approached Remus who looked ravishing dressed in a red turtleneck and jeans so tight Severus had to remind himself to not stare at Remus’ arse or his calves. Instead he crossed his arms and plastered on his best surly professor expression. “What? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Remus smiled. “I know, I’m kinda busy, too Severus. I’ve gotten my hands on some old potion journals, printed in the 1800s so you know they are kinda antique. Harry finally got to cleaning out library at Grimmauld Place. I helped with cleaning and I thought to save them for you,” Remus mumbled excitedly. Scoffing, Severus made a grimace. “I don’t see why you thought of me, Lupin. Don’t I see enough potions five times a week? What would I do with those old journals anyway?” Severus retorted with a mocking sneer.
Smile faltering and rapid blinking alerted him that perhaps he was too harsh; Remus didn’t know of his inner turmoil and most certainly had no idea of the silly pining he had done for two bloody decades. Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, looking still a bit annoyed as he blurted out what he thought sounded like an apology. “Fine, I’ll take those journals if that will make you stop looking like a kicked puppy. Bring them to my house today at six pm. I have no time for idle chattering, Lupin right now. We are bosses of our departments and we shouldn’t ditch our work and I’m behind as it is. Go, get out and do your job,” Severus pushed him out of the door and Remus laughed, promising to be punctual for the set appointment.
He watched him leave and inevitably, Severus’ gaze was drawn to the jeans accentuating Remus’ fine assets.
Then, he realized what just happened. Did he invite the personification of his desires to his home, where they will be alone? By themselves, in his sound – proofed apartment with many vertical and horizontal surfaces? Not to mention his apartment had an unhealthy accumulation of Remus themed calendars.
Severus stared, stunned after Remus’ retreating figure.
Did that really happen?
Just what game was Remus playing and why was his heart beating so fast?! Severus placed his hand above heart, which was about to jump out of his ribcage.
One of the apprentices sneered at him and spread to her coworker something about unusual arrhythmia whenever head of Werewolf Regulation and Wellbeing was nearby. Severus squinted at the offending chit. “MacDougal, you can take over Smith’s workload since you have so much free time. He won’t be here whole week. I expect you to brew his bulk of Wolfsbane potions,” he ordered her and the young woman nodded. Everyone in this lab knew he had the final word and he listened to feedback and well – meaning advice, but he was still their boss, not their friend. He didn’t tolerate snide insinuations over his bachelorhood and deficiency of balanced friendships among individuals he would deem to be his equals.
Severus straightened and disdainfully strut back to his worktable, lamenting lack of billowing cloak for the extra intimidation. These brats still think he’s their professor, not someone who can assign them more work when they are disrespectful. How often they forget he can sack them at any time.
His heartbeat calmed down, somewhat after he chewed out that silly girl. Severus picked up the jar with powdered moonstone and bottle full of dark red dragon blood. He resumed where he left off, counting seventeen small purplish leaves needed for a single dose, then multiplying it by ten.
When he arrived home at five pm Severus quickly swiped all calendars around his apartment and hid them methodically from plain sight. In his closet (and he dutifully ignored the irony of said action) and in boxes perched above a bookcase. When he was done, Severus checked the clock in the kitchen area. He still had plenty of time until Remus arrived, so he took a shower to wash off the smell of aconite and the day’s worth of perspiration, toiling in a humid room until the work for the day was done. He changed into comfortable shirt and sweatpants. Since the second war ended, he had tried out dressing as a muggle more until he completely ditched wearing a cloak at all times. Muggle clothes could be comfortable and practical.
Perhaps he ought fix some dinner. Severus opened the fridge and frowned. He could throw together a simple pasta. Did Remus like pasta? Gathering the necessary ingredients from fridge and cupboards he got to it.
Fifteen minutes later, the water was beginning to boil and Severus watched the long spaghetti in the pot simultaneously as he was checking on the sauce in a pan. He was glancing at the front door, anxiously.
Did Remus even know his address? Did he ever tell him? As he was pondering how and when his guest will arrive, Severus took the pot off the stove and he turned off the gas. He poured out water and the soggy spaghetti were deposited on two plates. Severus picked up the pan and scraped the sauce together with meat pieces on top.
He put the dirty pan in the sink; he’ll wash it later. Severus opened fridge again and thinking very little of it, he grabbed two beer bottles and two glasses from a cupboard above the sink and while he was adding finishing touches, he got them forks.
As soon as he arranged everything neatly on the table in the living room, the doorbell rang. Severus nodded approvingly at the clock, which displayed six pm. For once, the man wasn’t running late.
Severus walked to the front door and halted. He looked through the peephole and immediately he relaxed. It was Remus alright and he was still wearing those sinful jeans. He braced himself for overly polite barter for thirty minutes and then Remus would find some excuse to leave.
He brazenly swung the front door open and Remus, understandably startled gaped at him like a fish on land. “Come in,” he said assertively and Remus got over being startled, smiling and crossing the threshold into Severus’ private space.
“Take off your… sneakers, Lupin.” Severus said in a tone which sounded like he was reprimanding him. Internally, he winced at his defensive mechanism which often led to him saying rude shit he didn’t really mean. At least nowadays.
The man complied and stood in the entry. “I see you had no problems finding out where I live,” Severus remarked dryly, strutting further in as Remus trailed after him, curiously examining everything.
He too felt as if he was being examined. Remus grinned. “I have my ways, Severus,” he paused, sniffed the air like a hound that caught scent of its prey. “Desist with sniffing. Did you eat yet?”
Remus shook his head. “No, I worked overtime. Teddy is with Harry and Luna, they’re babysitting as ‘practice’ when they decide to start their own little family. So, Severus I’m really starving and I have a free evening to spend how I please, with whomever I please,” Remus enunciated, staring at him like he was on menu as main dish and the food was merely an appetizer. The intensity of Remus’ gaze had him pinned on the spot, figuratively of course. He moved and Severus forced his legs, his body to cooperate. Briskly, he trundled from the entryway.
Behind, Severus heard him stifle a giggle. “Come then, Lupin. Who am I to deprive you of my pleasant company,” he retorted in a spiteful, self - deprecating manner.
“Severus, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t enjoy your company and you wouldn’t invite me to your home if you thought I’m still the same person I was let’s say fifteen, twenty years ago. People change, mature and want to repent, fix past mistakes, make friends instead of enemies,” he explained, calmly. Severus grit his teeth. That damned calmness and amiability! Should he turn around and shake with him or topple Remus over on the floor and display his ungainly fixation with the man himself?
Without glimpsing behind, Severus approached the sofa and sat stiffly, gesturing toward the armchair. He looked at Remus’ face just in time to catch his wolfish grin, all teeth and calculative stare instead of his usually affable, vibrant eyes and pleasing, kind small smile. Involuntary shivers ran down Severus’ spine, which intensified when Remus ignored his instruction and sat down directly next to him on the narrow sofa.
Their legs were touching and Severus felt new kind of shivers invading his senses, igniting dangerous sparks of want in his blood. Remus didn’t seem as fazed by their closeness, so as to not make things more awkward he picked up his plate and began eating.
It was probably for the best if he didn’t question this, no matter how much internally he was screaming, wanting more than he should.
Severus tersely scrutinized his companion, who picked up the other plate with pasta and nearly inhaled his portion within two minutes, washing it down with healthy swigs of beer. Remus sighed, blissfully closing his eyes as he comfortably reclined on sofa.
Amused, Severus momentarily forgot his nervousness and regarded his relaxed guest with a critical stare. “Were you so hungry or do you really love pasta so much that you finished your food so quickly?” He inquired, genuinely wanting to know the answer.
Remus still hasn’t opened his eyes, but he shifted closer and Severus knocked elbow with his arm. “Yes,” he replied furtively, with a crooked, scoundrel type of a smile that would suit someone like Black or Lucius, not Remus. Severus raised a brow at him, though Remus couldn’t see his puzzled expression.
He finished his meal in a furtive quietness, intrigued and mystified with Remus’ inconsistent behavior. What was going on with him? Did someone hex the poor sod before he came to see him?
Severus set his empty plate on the coffee table and looked at Remus.
Because men like Remus Lupin had no need of being sweet on ugly and lonely Potion Masters. Remus must have been confounded, he deduced. Severus reached for his wand and leveling it up between them he cast the spell which would lift the enchantment and end this charade. “Finite Incantatem!” He exclaimed, making the complex wrist movement as the charm spread and hit its mark.
Remus sighed, this time with apparent irritation. His eyes snapped open and he finally craned his neck and stared at him. “Severus, is it really so hard to believe that I might like your company?”
He leapt to his feet, blood pressure rising along with his quiescent rage. “Yes! I know who I am. I may be respected now and appreciated for playing my part in Voldemort’s downfall, but respect doesn’t equal popularity nor fondness. At core I remain the same man I was when I took the Dark Mark.”
The disbelief written on Remus’ face set forth another wave of internal turmoil and self – loathing.
Standing up and facing him, Remus took his wand from his grasp and placed it on the table, along with his own wand. “Severus, I didn’t consider your subjective opinion about yourself would be so low. To clarify, for the past two years I was trying to be friendly, but then I thought that it was time I stopped lying to myself. I loved Dora, but not in a romantic sense; she was the mother of my child and she bestowed me with so much joy when Teddy was born. But, she wasn’t the love of my life and I wasn’t hers, we got married to fill the void of loneliness in our hearts and then later because of obligation when she was pregnant. She loved another man that only saw her as a friend and I was mourning Sirius. The only feelings I had for Dora were that of friendliness, respect and later regret.” Severus profusely shook his head. Why was Remus telling him all this? Why now?
He balled up his fists and then a gentle hand cupped his cheek. The touch sent jolts of attraction through his body. Remus’ words and sincerity were making him hopeful. Did he dare to hope?
Severus lifted his chin and caught Remus’ wrist, gazing into his eyes. He resisted the unbidden urge to seek answers through some light mind probing. Remus ran his other hand down his neck, collarbone and stopped at his waist.
Dangerous hope was bubbling in his chest as he locked gaze with Remus. “I thought I was being embarrassingly transparent in my attempts at, well, wooing you,” Remus muttered softly and Severus, frightened and thrilled gasped as conflicting emotions rioted and raged inside his head.
“Who put you up to this? Was it someone from my department? Which one of the unruly brats am I firing tomorrow?” Severus replied, chagrined despite himself.
Remus liking him on deeper level that went beyond workplace camaraderie was unthinkable notion. Optimism and blind faith were his weaknesses. “You’re quite obstinate when you want to be. I have been flirting with you, Severus. Not because someone ‘put me up to it’ but because I’m fond of you. I care for you and it’s about time I stopped being such a coward. What kind of example would I be setting for my son if I didn’t listen to my heart? So, now I’m going to do what I wanted to do since we were fifteen,” Remus uttered in a low voice and surged forward.
Due to shock and reeling feelings roiling in his gut Severus was still when warm, slightly chapped lips clung to his mouth. Remus’ lustful moan got lost between them as he opened his mouth, giving him better access, as soon as disbelief was waning, replaced by burning yearning to taste this man who was kissing him, nibbling at his bottom lip and touching him with needy hands of someone who waited far too long.
Severus was focusing on breathing through his nose when suddenly Remus stopped snogging him senseless. Feeling frightened that this was a ploy after all, his enthusiasm faltered.
But Remus was breathing as heavily, his cheeks flushed, his pupils blown and bulge in his pants were all pointing toward irrefutable proof that whatever was happening was real and not another daydream fueled by his solitude and bottled up feelings for the man who was shedding off that red turtleneck. His eyes were drawn to that mouth-wateringly furred chest he admired (not exactly respectfully) and unable to resist the temptation, he copped a feel, touching his pecks and his pebbled nipples.
Merlin, he wanted to suck on a nipple and kiss that happy trail disappearing behind the hem of Remus’ jeans. He wanted to do many things to the man.
Remus wasn’t done, he stripped down completely and standing bare before him, the man confidently drew closer, every step made his significant length bounce and bound. He walked circles around Severus, nay parading naked and exposed. Severus’ own arousal was bordering on being painful, constrained and trapped in the confines of his comfy pants.
He halted behind him and Severus’ heart skipped in excitement when Remus clung to him, hugging him. His hardness poked him and without clothes he felt every taut muscle, every tendon flexing and tightening. Licentious tongue licked at his earlobe and Remus’ approving growl was followed by seeking, sneaky hands undoing his fastenings, sliding down his underwear and sweatpants in one fluid motion. His cock sprung up in the cool air. “Oh, what a pretty sight you make, Severus. What do you want?”
He wanted many things. Better working hours, more competent apprentices among other things. Time to read books that weren’t about potions. He wanted to experience a fine romance (which was on the cusp of happening) with the boy, now man he spent decades pining after. He also wanted a whole week of them shagging like rabbits without any social interruptions.
What he wanted the most now was easy enough. Severus spun around and he kissed Remus who hummed, smiling into the kiss. It was difficult to determine who had whom trapped in a haze of sensual stupor. He deepened the kiss, despite his lack of first – hand experience, suckling on the supple tongue. Pleasant tingles spread and periodically sparked as they bodies were pressed together.
He broke their long kiss long enough to mutter his request. “I want to fuck you, Lupin. Then perhaps you could fuck me. But I must warn you now, I know the fundamentals of anal sex between men, but I myself never had the pleasure to engage in mutual act of pleasing another before.”
Remus’ eyes crinkled. “Please, call me Remus. I want you, too. I want to feel you. We are about to become really close and I find myself excited, giddy and about ready to burst from anticipation. I’m not exactly a bed hopping beast, I had some anonymous encounters with muggle women when I was younger. I slept with Dora once and we were both drunk. You’ll be my first man, Severus. I am somewhat of a virgin myself, so you don’t have to feel inadequate. We shall gain experience together.”
“Does this thing –“ Severus vaguely gestured between them, “have expiry date or do you want a stable relationship with me? Are you giving into accumulated lust or do you want more?” Like I want went unsaid, but he had a hunch both sensed it somewhere in the background.
“This is more than a momentary diversion and I intend to commit to a serious relationship. I want more than a one – night stand. You won’t be my dirty secret Severus.”
Their eyes met and in those ambers streaked with green flecks he saw mirror of his own convictions. “You know what kind of man I’m, Remus. Being with me won’t get you brownie points with your friends. This is your last chance to back out,” he stared pointedly at the front door before he was bodily thrown on the sofa. The impact made him gasp in surprise, but then Remus’ body covered him. Severus looked at him in awe. “I’m no longer running away, Severus. I’ve waited twenty – four years to have you under me. As for opinions of others, I don’t care. We are both consenting adults and I had always felt attracted to dark – haired, prominently nosed cynical jerks.”
Severus was about to ask how many unpleasant big nosed men with dark hair he knew when Remus smirked and rolled his hips so their cocks aligned.
He threw his head back, gasping. “Re – mus! Wh –“ His question got swallowed in a searing kiss. It felt so good, all of it. He was still apprehensive about the fast pace their relatively new understanding was progressing. For all his years of self – imposed celibacy, he never thought having another’s weight on him could feel so pleasant. How it felt, skin on skin. And Remus was so beautiful and focused on getting them off with his fist as they continued kissing. Severus’ head was spinning. Or was the room spinning?
Inadvertently Severus’ fingers found the nipples and pinched, rubbed and worried those small nubs as Remus moaned sweetly in his ear, which was a positive reaction judging by the way Remus’ fist worked their lengths more frantically with abandon.
When they came, he let go of his inhibitions, painting Remus’ chest and their stomachs with spurts of cum. Similarly, he got an eyeful of the man’s prick and how he was coming between their bodies.
But what really captivated his attention was his face, eyes closed in pleasure and mouth wide open. Remus collapsed on top of him, his huffs and blissed out little sigh, this carnal drowsiness – all of those things Severus found very, very appealing.
Overall, Remus has shown him a very enjoyable preview of what he can expect from him in their intimate relations. And so far, he was more than pleased with their compatibility.
Before they got glued together by their spent, Severus asked him to get up and move to the bedroom, where they will have more room to maneuver and lounge as they see fit.
Remus leapt up and extending his hand, he hovered above, looking a bit bashful. Spellbound, Severus clutched his hand and let himself be pulled up.
Hand in hand, they relocated to bedroom where Severus shed off his top and tossed it somewhere in the corner. He never had anyone over when he was a professor living in the dungeons of a boarding school full of hormonal teenagers. This too was ‘popping a cherry’ moment for him in all terrifyingly arousing glory of being seen.
“’Tis a nice room. Tidy, utilitarian,” Remus remarked, standing before the bed with his back turned. Severus nervously glimpsed at his secret stash of calendars, fortunately concealed from Remus’ keen werewolf sight. “It’s a room where I sleep and write derogatory letters to dunderheads I’m forced to view as colleagues and apprentices,” he quipped, hoping Remus wouldn’t go snooping around.
Remus chuckled, craning his neck to steal a glance at him. “Do not worry, I’m not suggesting Teddy and I move in with you first thing in the morning. I know you value your privacy.”
Severus ventured closer. “Then, what do you want, Remus?” He deliberately used his name, liking how he smiled. “Well, we have a bed here and I was promised a good time earlier. Do you still want to fuck me?” He asked, his tone was seductively beguiling and Severus gulped, his cock jumped with rejuvenated interest.
“Lay down, I’m going to grab my wand,” Severus said assertively and the man burst out laughing. “Kinky,” he commented, winking and Severus rolled his eyes, leaving the room shortly to get his wand.
He’s been teetering on edge since they went to bedroom. He’s been equally fearful and hopeful of what could happen, what could go wrong.
When he crossed in his room, he found Remus laying on his back with legs spread wide apart, one hand was curled around his cock while his other was circling his rim, tentatively.
Enraptured by the sight in front of him, Severus stood there and watched Remus masturbating. He leaned on the doorframe, scoffing. “Having a bit of fun without me, Remus?” He drawled and made his approach. An almost canine whine escaped past Remus’ lips as he timidly peered at him. “I can’t help it, you’re doing this to me. Had been doing this to me since I was a lanky, sexually confused teen. You’ve no idea how many times I took myself in hand, thinking of you. How many nights after the first war I laid awake, aching for you. Severus, please. I can’t - ah!”
Severus cast the charm non – verbally, preparing Remus for their joining. Remus’ eyes, wide as a deer’s caught in daylights showed recognition and excitement. He cast another spell, slicking up his length liberally.
He was on his knees on bed, looming over him. He guided his cock to the furled hole, stretched and prepared with a handy charm. As he nudged it along the entrance, he looked at Remus as he grabbed those long, slender legs and placed them above his shoulders. It should be easier for Remus this way, or so at least writers in raunchy novels implied.
Guess they will find out soon enough for themselves.
Gripping at his hips, Severus pressed in and watched in fascination as his cock disappeared inside the tight hole. The feeling was so novel, so unexpectedly wondrous that he didn’t stop until he was completely sheathed in the blissful heat, wrapped in sense of rightness.
Fuck, he was so tight. Their hips flush, he was buried to the hilt in the man underneath who was huffing and making small grunts at the minimal movements. Severus slanted over and their foreheads touched. “Are you alright?” He asked, concerned that by rushing he had accidentally caused Remus discomfort or perhaps even an injury.
Remus nuzzled his nose affectionately, smiling. “I’m fine. Kiss me, Severus,” he murmured, snaking arms around his back. Overcome with tender feelings for the daft werewolf, he kissed him with fervor. Their tongues caressed in a bid for dominance as Severus started fucking him in earnest.
He set a claiming fast pace with intention of making Remus come so hard he’ll be physically unable to move for good fifteen minutes. And he, Severus Snape prided himself on always fulfilling his goals. He smirked into the kiss when Remus sharply gasped and Severus knew he hit jackpot.
Increasing his pace, he thrusted faster, harder until neither of them was capable of coherent thought. Severus grunted like an animal when his balls tightened and drew up. His orgasm felt like a tsunami, torrential sensation of reaching highest peak. He emptied inside Remus’ greedy hole, marking him as his.
His orgasm set of Remus’ who milked his cock until he came, much more than in living room. Hot stripes of semen spurted from his prick and he screamed Severus’ name in a wonderfully roughed up voice.
He collapsed on top of him, their frenetic heartbeats synchronized in the most primal form of gratification. His softening length slipped out and Remus winced, shuddering. “Godric’s balls, you stuffed me, Severus. Your spent is trickling out.”
Severus touched him down there and indeed, his come was indolently seeping on the sheets. He rolled over and placidly he palpated Remus’ firm belly, assessing the flat, supple fleshy surface. “Did you dislike it? Should I clean you up?” He inquired, discomfited with the thought he did something offensive after all.
Remus stroked his scowling face. “No, no. You’ve misunderstood me. I enjoyed everything we did and I might have just now started developing a taste for more. Imagine you fill me up and then let’s say I spent a whole day at work, politely smiling and shaking hands while I walk around with your cum in me. And then once I come back to you, you have your wicked way with me as reward.”
His eyes comically grew wider at the mental image Remus painted. It was so delightfully sinful and something he wouldn’t expect from a demure Gryffindor. Apparently, Remus Lupin was a hedonist. And he would be the enabler, broadening their horizons.
“You’re insatiable and a heathen,” he paused, amused by the quirked lips of his lover. “But for some reason I find myself unable to say no to you. Remus, before we progress this relationship any further, I have to come clean with something,” he said, propping himself up on elbows as he lifted his wand, flicking it to the improvisatory hiding places. A box soared through air and landed on the edge of bed. And then, the closet doors creaked ominously and from the gap flew the rest of calendars and dropped in front of them.
Remus peered at the closest calendar and he sniggered. “I had wondered whether you had a secret roommate who has a werewolf fetish, but as it turns out it had always been you, Severus,” he muttered, matter – of – factly, smirking.
Now appropriately baffled Severus stared mutely at his stash, waiting for Remus to elaborate.
Picking up a calendar from the pile, Remus flickered through the pages, still smiling like a besotted fool. “I’m flattered, but since you already have me literally in your bed, there won’t be need for the cloak and dagger, hm, David Weinberg?” He suggestively winked at him and Severus blanched, dropping on the pillows in mortification. The false name was found out and Remus knew it was him who ordered the obscene amount of calendars containing images of Remus posing in nothing but kilts. He gave the people responsible for printing and distribution a fake alias and this is the thanks he got for his patronage, supporting a good cause. They had ratted him out.
Remus laid his head on Severus’ shoulder while he was contemplating sending that particular department at Ministry a howler for wagging their tongues. “You think wizarding folk don’t own a TV and video cassette player? I have seen that oddly nihilistic movie a few months after Voldemort’s defeat and while the movie isn’t famous in our world, it has a niche following of fans.”
How come he was so calm about it? Severus gazed at the giddy man who was using him as body pillow. “You’re not angry?”
“Why should I be angry? If you agreed to pose for those blasted calendars I would have bought a bunch for personal use, too,” he admitted, unabashed. “Who are you and what have you done with that unassuming man I knew all my life?”
Remus dived in for a kiss, which lasted far too short. “He decided to grow a spine and accept everything about himself and after long, unhappy years he stopped denying his feelings,” he replied casually, dipping lower as his mouth sucked on the junction where neck and shoulder met.
Closing his eyes, he mused about Remus’ admission which sounded like a confession of a remorseful sinner. Or maybe it was a regular love confession without the usual uttered ‘I love yous’ because admittedly they made quite a pair of foolish men.
Suddenly, Remus flipped them over so he was on top of him. Evidently, the refractory window for lycanthropes was rather short. Remus’ wicked, voracious smile made the damned butterflies in his stomach flit about. “Care to instruct me, Severus? I listen well to directions.”
Right, it was his turn to be ravished.
He was looking forward to it.
Severus leaned into his touch and let himself relax under Remus’ ministrations.
Three months later…
He moved in with Remus and his son. It took some time, getting used to waking up in same bed, same room, same household and then they would get up to cook breakfast and brew coffee.
Teddy as a toddler was a handful, but for some reason he really liked him and Severus took over the role of another parent with pride and glee.
Most of their friends and acquaintances had no problems with their relationship and those who took offense when the polite and handsome Mr. Lupin shacked up with him were quickly expelled from their lives.
They suffered no bigots in their venture into mutual domesticity. Surprisingly, Lyall Lupin welcomed him into family (as he subtly threatened him with castration if he ever hurt Remus) and even the likes of the Golden Trio and their partners had congratulated them on their decision to start living together as a family of three, with little Teddy.
He finally put up all his books on shelves in their magically enlarged bedroom. Nodding approvingly at the neatly categorized books, Severus remembered something that had slipped his mind. He meandered into the kitchen and there he saw Remus’ feeble attempts at stopping Teddy from dirtying the table with his grabby hands. Squealing like a piglet (because Teddy grew a pig’s snout) the little devil spread chocolate pudding on the face of his astonished father.
Severus watched them for a while, until Teddy pointed at him. “Sev! Sev! Papa!”
His heart warmed by the address and he drew closer to the chaotic father & son duo. “Teddy, don’t make such a mess,” he chastised him, though his voice lacked the old ire. He vowed to be a good parent, to not make same mistakes his parents did. Some people say he mellowed out and those people he sent a fine assortment of temporal hair removal and other such potions.
He took up the spoon and fed the rebelling toddler with saintly patience while Remus went to bathroom to wash his face. When he came back, Severus glanced at him, standing in the doorway with the sappiest expression a man could make.
“I’ve a question for you, Remus. Those journals you allegedly unearthed from Potter’s townhouse, were those potion journals real?” He questioned, imitating a hippogriff’s landing, feeding Teddy who clapped and munched happily.
“Oh, now that you’ve mentioned it... They are in the study, in the third drawer. I shrunk them and I forgot to give them to you.” He replied, sheepishly as he rubbed his neck.
He smiled, impishly. “We were rather preoccupied that night with much more pleasant activities.”
Remus laughed and he bestowed a loving kiss on Severus’ forehead, then he pecked Teddy’s cheek. He straightened and Severus felt a strong surge of fondness radiating through his whole body as he gazed at his two favorite people in the world.
He helped Teddy from the chair and Remus lifted him up in his arms. Severus charmed the dishes to wash in the sink.
“Let’s go visit Draco and Ronald,” Severus bopped Teddy’s normal nose and the toddler held his hand.
The two men left the homey cottage, together with their son who will grow up knowing he will always have a family.