Day 3: Dance By The Light Of The Moon
Title: Dance By The Light Of The Moon
Author: missyblackslash
Prompt #:3. FULL MOON
Prompt table: L
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Remus/Severus
Genre: Romance/Slash
Word count: 1060
Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter and therefore make no money from this work.
Summary: Remus knows he is only a burden on his loved ones and plans to break ties. Warnings: M/M, general snarkiness and a brief handjob.
Dance By The Light Of The Moon
Remus slid his hand down the wall of the tomb in reverence. The cold stone was hard and unforgiving, but all he felt was relief as it touched his heated skin. He had forgotten how painful the transformations could be without Severus' potion. He had been a spoiled, unrepentant fool, taking and taking without giving anything in return.
He didn't know how Severus had dealt with him for the past six years but he refused to be a burden any longer. He knew he'd hardly be missed. The past year his lover had spent every free moment in his lab, leaving him to roam their empty rooms alone. Lucius insinuated that Severus had found another, one better suited for his prospects, and though Remus doubted his lover would ever cheat, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd truly grown tired of him.
He crept along the crypt, stripping his clothes as he went as he traveled further into the bowels of the stone burial. When he'd finally shed his last garment, he picked up his wands and started on warding his new home.
“Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes.”
Remus startled so badly at the sound of his lover, he dropped his wand and tripped over his shoes.
Severus stalked towards him, thick black robes billowing in his wake, his face full of concern and worry. His pale skin seemed to glow in this dark hole, his low-pitched voice resonating off the walls and sending shivers down Remus' spine.
“What in the name of Merlin are you doing here, Remus?” he questioned, reaching down to help said prone man to his feet.
Remus took a deep breath, prepared to stand his ground. “I'm preparing for my transformation. It is the night of the full moon, as you know.”
Severus raised a single eyebrow in a look that Remus knew all too well from experience meant 'explain.'
Remus sighed. “I need to let you go, Severus. I'm no good for you.” He bowed his head at this admission and waited for his lover's inevitable agreement.
He was not expecting the firm grip around his waist or the way Severus shoved him roughly against the stone wall. He felt his shameless prick stir and take notice at the proximity and cursed his body for the hundredth time this day.
Of course, Severus took notice of his aroused state as well and his hand immediately wrapped around the now fully erect cock before leaning over to whisper in his ear. He suspected Lucius had his hand in the wolf's current train of thought, but he was not a forgiving man by nature. “You thought you'd make this decision all on your own with no input on the part of your mate?”
Remus whimpered and bucked into Severus' cool, callused hand. When he didn't immediately answer, Severus squeezed tighter, causing him to squeak. His hard lips bent to suck firmly at one side of Remus' tender neck and then the other as he waited for an explanation.
“Yea .. yes. I thought it would be best to give you a clean break. You are on your way ta ...ta” (squeeze) “ugh .. to becoming a la ...la .” (squeeze) “mmm … leading potions mmm … mm” (squeeze) “master. I would only ha ...ha” (squeeze) “held you back. Oh gods. Please, Sev.”
Severus' lips moved to skim his sensitive lobe as he moved even closer to the trembling man in front of him. “Please? Please, what Remus? Please, let you go?” He released him before the question left his lips and took a step back to study his work. His mouth twitched into a pleased smirk as he regarded the bright pink marks up and down the beautiful throat of his mate before returning to his usual scowl.
“No!” Remus yelled, automatically moving closer to the man he loved before catching himself. “I mean … yes. Let me go. You'll never accomplish your dreams strapped to a wolf.” His sad eyes turned to the open stone, the setting sun casting an amber glow to the room that closely matched his golden eyes. “Oh shite … Sev! You have to get out of here! The moon will be up soon!”
Severus didn't look at all worried as he dipped his hand into one of his many hidden pockets, pulling out a vial. “Drink this, Remus.”
Remus looked from the vial to Severus in confusion. “It won't work … it's too little and too close to time. Wolfsbane won't save you … run, Sev! I'll lock the crypt as soon as you leave.”
Severus let out a very put-upon sigh, one that all of his students knew well, and uncorked the vial. “Well, it's a good thing this isn't Wolfsbane, isn't it? Drink.”
He pushed the thin, glass tube into Remus' hands, his stern voice warning him not to disobey. He quickly drank the spicy, viscous liquid. The potion's effect could be felt immediately. His skin tingled and the pains through his bones diminished. He looked up at Severus in surprise and gratitude.
“How?” he asked, his hands running up and down his limbs in amazement. “I feel amazing, love, what is this?”
He looked up to find Severus eying him critically. The dark haired man spinned him around like a ballerina. Then came the barrage of scientific questions.
“No nausea?”
“No.”
“No dizziness or feelings of vertigo?”
“No.”
“No joint pain or prickling sensations?”
Remus laughed. “No. No. No. Sev … stop. I feel wonderful. What was it?”
Severus smirked. “It appears that I've discovered the cure for lycanthropy.”
Remus squealed in a very unmanly like manner. “You … I … oh my gods!” He grabbed hold of Severus and squeezed him, too overwhelmed for words. He held him as close as he could, swaying him back in forth in his arms like a dance.
Right up until Severus pushed him flat on his arse.
“Your gratitude is noted. As well as your desire to break our bond.”
The spurned professor turned on his heel and stormed out of the tomb, leaving a gaping, repentant former werewolf behind.
Author: missyblackslash
Prompt #:3. FULL MOON
Prompt table: L
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Remus/Severus
Genre: Romance/Slash
Word count: 1060
Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter and therefore make no money from this work.
Summary: Remus knows he is only a burden on his loved ones and plans to break ties. Warnings: M/M, general snarkiness and a brief handjob.
Dance By The Light Of The Moon
Remus slid his hand down the wall of the tomb in reverence. The cold stone was hard and unforgiving, but all he felt was relief as it touched his heated skin. He had forgotten how painful the transformations could be without Severus' potion. He had been a spoiled, unrepentant fool, taking and taking without giving anything in return.
He didn't know how Severus had dealt with him for the past six years but he refused to be a burden any longer. He knew he'd hardly be missed. The past year his lover had spent every free moment in his lab, leaving him to roam their empty rooms alone. Lucius insinuated that Severus had found another, one better suited for his prospects, and though Remus doubted his lover would ever cheat, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd truly grown tired of him.
He crept along the crypt, stripping his clothes as he went as he traveled further into the bowels of the stone burial. When he'd finally shed his last garment, he picked up his wands and started on warding his new home.
“Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes.”
Remus startled so badly at the sound of his lover, he dropped his wand and tripped over his shoes.
Severus stalked towards him, thick black robes billowing in his wake, his face full of concern and worry. His pale skin seemed to glow in this dark hole, his low-pitched voice resonating off the walls and sending shivers down Remus' spine.
“What in the name of Merlin are you doing here, Remus?” he questioned, reaching down to help said prone man to his feet.
Remus took a deep breath, prepared to stand his ground. “I'm preparing for my transformation. It is the night of the full moon, as you know.”
Severus raised a single eyebrow in a look that Remus knew all too well from experience meant 'explain.'
Remus sighed. “I need to let you go, Severus. I'm no good for you.” He bowed his head at this admission and waited for his lover's inevitable agreement.
He was not expecting the firm grip around his waist or the way Severus shoved him roughly against the stone wall. He felt his shameless prick stir and take notice at the proximity and cursed his body for the hundredth time this day.
Of course, Severus took notice of his aroused state as well and his hand immediately wrapped around the now fully erect cock before leaning over to whisper in his ear. He suspected Lucius had his hand in the wolf's current train of thought, but he was not a forgiving man by nature. “You thought you'd make this decision all on your own with no input on the part of your mate?”
Remus whimpered and bucked into Severus' cool, callused hand. When he didn't immediately answer, Severus squeezed tighter, causing him to squeak. His hard lips bent to suck firmly at one side of Remus' tender neck and then the other as he waited for an explanation.
“Yea .. yes. I thought it would be best to give you a clean break. You are on your way ta ...ta” (squeeze) “ugh .. to becoming a la ...la .” (squeeze) “mmm … leading potions mmm … mm” (squeeze) “master. I would only ha ...ha” (squeeze) “held you back. Oh gods. Please, Sev.”
Severus' lips moved to skim his sensitive lobe as he moved even closer to the trembling man in front of him. “Please? Please, what Remus? Please, let you go?” He released him before the question left his lips and took a step back to study his work. His mouth twitched into a pleased smirk as he regarded the bright pink marks up and down the beautiful throat of his mate before returning to his usual scowl.
“No!” Remus yelled, automatically moving closer to the man he loved before catching himself. “I mean … yes. Let me go. You'll never accomplish your dreams strapped to a wolf.” His sad eyes turned to the open stone, the setting sun casting an amber glow to the room that closely matched his golden eyes. “Oh shite … Sev! You have to get out of here! The moon will be up soon!”
Severus didn't look at all worried as he dipped his hand into one of his many hidden pockets, pulling out a vial. “Drink this, Remus.”
Remus looked from the vial to Severus in confusion. “It won't work … it's too little and too close to time. Wolfsbane won't save you … run, Sev! I'll lock the crypt as soon as you leave.”
Severus let out a very put-upon sigh, one that all of his students knew well, and uncorked the vial. “Well, it's a good thing this isn't Wolfsbane, isn't it? Drink.”
He pushed the thin, glass tube into Remus' hands, his stern voice warning him not to disobey. He quickly drank the spicy, viscous liquid. The potion's effect could be felt immediately. His skin tingled and the pains through his bones diminished. He looked up at Severus in surprise and gratitude.
“How?” he asked, his hands running up and down his limbs in amazement. “I feel amazing, love, what is this?”
He looked up to find Severus eying him critically. The dark haired man spinned him around like a ballerina. Then came the barrage of scientific questions.
“No nausea?”
“No.”
“No dizziness or feelings of vertigo?”
“No.”
“No joint pain or prickling sensations?”
Remus laughed. “No. No. No. Sev … stop. I feel wonderful. What was it?”
Severus smirked. “It appears that I've discovered the cure for lycanthropy.”
Remus squealed in a very unmanly like manner. “You … I … oh my gods!” He grabbed hold of Severus and squeezed him, too overwhelmed for words. He held him as close as he could, swaying him back in forth in his arms like a dance.
Right up until Severus pushed him flat on his arse.
“Your gratitude is noted. As well as your desire to break our bond.”
The spurned professor turned on his heel and stormed out of the tomb, leaving a gaping, repentant former werewolf behind.