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Gotta go to my niece's soccer match in about a half an hour. Never been good at soccer, always is baseball for me. :) Which works because my dad is coaching this year, so I get to help out! ^_^
Tired, way too tired to form proper sentences. It's a good thing i wrote today's fic last night. :)
Title: Torn Tissue
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Warning: graphic slash
Summery: Severus has been hiding something from Remus.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.
Torn Tissue
“Severus?” the black haired man whipped around, jumping slightly at the unexpected noise. Beads of water dropped on the floor from his soaked hair, leaving small puddles on the tile.
“I’m in the middle of something, Lupin,” Severus grumbled, pulling the a towel around his waist and folding it tightly
“Sorry,” Remus smiled impishly, “I was just wondering whether you were free this afternoon,” the man paused, and his grin faded almost immediately as he looked up and down his lover, “Oh, Severus,” he breathed, approaching him cautiously, one hand outstretched to touch the bruises.
“It’s nothing,” Severus shook off Remus, but the look of concern stayed firmly printed on the werewolf’s face.
“From last night?” he posed, feeling guilt sweep over him. Severus had come home late from a mission, most likely Death Eaters, from what Remus gathered and simply slid into bed, assuring his lover that nothing spectacular had happened. Remus hadn’t thought to doubt his reasoning.
Severus nodded, “It’s nothing, I already put a healing potion on it,” Remus closed his eyes, leaning his face into Severus’s chest, inhaling the scent of fresh soap. Severus gently held Remus’s head there, stroking his hair idly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly.
“It’s not important and I don’t want you to worry,” Severus pressed a slight kiss to Remus’s hair.
“I won’t stop worrying, you know,” Remus held him closer and Severus feigned a gentle smile.
“I know,” he pulled back and laid a chaste kiss on Remus’s lips, before straightening the towel around his waist and heading out the bathroom door, “I’m just going to get dressed. When I’m done how about me go to Hogsmeade?” he suggested. Remus nodded, brightening up a tad at the prospect of going out with Severus.
*
“Severus are you alright?” Remus asked the moment the man stepped inside their bedroom. He sat propped up amongst pillows, a book he hadn’t been reading sitting on his knees. It didn’t matter that it was late. He could never sleep when he knew Severus was out in danger.
The only light that shone in the bedroom came from a tiny lamp on the nightstand, casting a dim glow on the white pages of the novel in his lap. Severus stumbled over to the bed, shrugging off his robes as he went.
“I’m fine, Remus. You must be exhausted, go to sleep,” his voice was hoarse and constricted. He pulled the covers over himself and lay down fully, resting his head on the pillows.
Remus looked over at him, relaxing to rest beside him, moving his head so it settled over his chest. Severus’s dark hair was sweaty and limp and his face paler than usual.
“What happened?” he whispered.
“Nothing,” Severus said coolly, “Don’t worry about it, just sleep,” he wrapped his arms around Remus’s body, holding him close.
Remus reluctantly shut his eyes, unable to hold back the yawn. It was late and he was tired and in no more than a few minutes he was fast asleep against Severus’s chest, unknowing of how Severus slowly moved his body so it lay freely, and then snuck off to the bathroom, to clean off the blood and heal the scars.
*
When Remus woke from his transformation, some weeks later, he realized something was amiss. Severus wasn’t with him. His lover always stayed for with him during his transformations; it was something of a need they both had. On the nights when Severus was working, he’d always make sure to be there by morning.
But there was no sign of Severus anywhere. Remus crawled off of the bed, landing in a painful heap on the floor. He shook as he walked cautiously into their living chambers. Severus wasn’t at his desk, or in front of the fire, or in the bathroom.
He walked weakly over to the couch and collapsed onto it, not caring that he was naked or cold. Severus hadn’t returned home. A sinking feeling pervaded in his chest.
Remus was unsure how long he lay there. He contemplated getting dressed and going to tell Dumbledore. He decided against it. There was complete silence in their chambers, not even the fire crackled, having burned out in the night.
Finally the door opened and Remus looked up. Severus limped in, leaning heavily against the wall for support. A trickle of blood dripped down his lip and Remus could clearly see rips and tears on his robes. Remus sat up, jarring himself in the process. Severus noticed and smiled weakly, limping over to his lover. He leaned down and petted the soft brown hair and gently caressed his cheek before whispering, “Go climb into bed. I’m just going to clean up,” he paused and pressed a finger to Remus’s lips, stopping him from interrupting, “I’m so sorry about being late,” with that he slowly made his way into their bathroom.
Remus sat dumbfounded for a moment, simply staring into the wall. He shakily made his wall to the bathroom and opened the door, not even bothering to knock.
Severus’s body was torn and bloodied in many places, bruised in others. He rubbed a cool gray salve on some of the damage on his arms.
“That’s all you have to say?” Remus asked, a tremor going through his normally steady voice, “I’m sorry! That’s all!” rage built up and he found himself unable to calm down, “You come here battered up like this, and then you apologize,” Remus’s voice broke and he stormed over to Severus, looking at though he could have slapped him.
“Remus, it’s okay,” Severus took hold of him and kissed him soundly, surprised to hear a slight moan of protest coming from his lover.
“No, it’s not,” Remus looked him up and down, “you should go see Pomfrey; these are really bad,”
“I’ve had worse,” Severus regretted the words the moment they left his mouth.
“You mean you’ve been hiding this from me!” Remus accused, anger welling back up in his voice, regaining its strength.
“I just didn’t want you to worry,” Severus said shortly.
Remus wanted to yell and scream. He wanted to beat Severus into a pulp for thinking that way. But he didn’t have the strength and found himself unable to even raise his voice any louder. He nodded, feeling the urge to cry, but holding it back.
Severus looked him in the eyes, “I’ll be fine, go and lie down,” he instructed, trying to nudge Remus out the bathroom.
Remus looked up, “No,” he sighed and pulled the bottle of salve from Severus’s hand, leading his lover from the bathroom to their bedroom. He smiled as he helped Severus to sit, facing away from him.
He started with his back, lightly working in the lotion in circular patterns over the torn and bruised tissue. Severus moaned a sigh of relief, leaning forward to give Remus more access. After his back was looking better, Remus had Severus turn around and he worked it over his chest and arms.
“Is this okay?” he asked tentatively, smiling slightly as Severus looked up from behind a veil of inky black hair.
“It’s perfect,” he murmured, pulling Remus down for a kiss.
Remus could feel his own cock hardening and Severus was clearly in a similar state. He deepened the kissed and rocked their hips together, careful not to press too much of his weight down on the injured man.
Severus sighed into his mouth, as they pulled apart. Remus rested his head on Severus’s healed shoulder and closed his eyes, dipping his fingers back into the jar of cool liquid, smoothing it over his hand. He gently wrapped his fingers around Severus’s erection, coating it with the lotion. He moved astride him and smiled as he pushed down, embedding his lover inside him.
Remus moaned and pressed against Severus, who was writhing underneath him. He suppressed a smile and arched up, moving his hips back and forth over Severus’s erection.
It felt good riding his lover like this, to be in control of the situation, being Severus could hardly sit up. He rocked a little harder, spurred on by Severus’s loud moans.
He wrapped his sticky fingers around his own cock, stroking in time. Severus watched him as he did this, soft gasps and groans immerging from his mouth.
Remus groaned as he climaxed, his seed spilling down his hand and onto Severus’s chest. He clenched purposefully around Severus’s erection, bringing him over only seconds later. They both stilled, breathing heavily.
Remus climbed off of Severus’s lap and curled up at his side, pulling the blanket back over both of them. Severus turned to hold onto Remus as both of them drifted off into a light sleep.
Tired, way too tired to form proper sentences. It's a good thing i wrote today's fic last night. :)
Title: Torn Tissue
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Warning: graphic slash
Summery: Severus has been hiding something from Remus.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.
Torn Tissue
“Severus?” the black haired man whipped around, jumping slightly at the unexpected noise. Beads of water dropped on the floor from his soaked hair, leaving small puddles on the tile.
“I’m in the middle of something, Lupin,” Severus grumbled, pulling the a towel around his waist and folding it tightly
“Sorry,” Remus smiled impishly, “I was just wondering whether you were free this afternoon,” the man paused, and his grin faded almost immediately as he looked up and down his lover, “Oh, Severus,” he breathed, approaching him cautiously, one hand outstretched to touch the bruises.
“It’s nothing,” Severus shook off Remus, but the look of concern stayed firmly printed on the werewolf’s face.
“From last night?” he posed, feeling guilt sweep over him. Severus had come home late from a mission, most likely Death Eaters, from what Remus gathered and simply slid into bed, assuring his lover that nothing spectacular had happened. Remus hadn’t thought to doubt his reasoning.
Severus nodded, “It’s nothing, I already put a healing potion on it,” Remus closed his eyes, leaning his face into Severus’s chest, inhaling the scent of fresh soap. Severus gently held Remus’s head there, stroking his hair idly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly.
“It’s not important and I don’t want you to worry,” Severus pressed a slight kiss to Remus’s hair.
“I won’t stop worrying, you know,” Remus held him closer and Severus feigned a gentle smile.
“I know,” he pulled back and laid a chaste kiss on Remus’s lips, before straightening the towel around his waist and heading out the bathroom door, “I’m just going to get dressed. When I’m done how about me go to Hogsmeade?” he suggested. Remus nodded, brightening up a tad at the prospect of going out with Severus.
*
“Severus are you alright?” Remus asked the moment the man stepped inside their bedroom. He sat propped up amongst pillows, a book he hadn’t been reading sitting on his knees. It didn’t matter that it was late. He could never sleep when he knew Severus was out in danger.
The only light that shone in the bedroom came from a tiny lamp on the nightstand, casting a dim glow on the white pages of the novel in his lap. Severus stumbled over to the bed, shrugging off his robes as he went.
“I’m fine, Remus. You must be exhausted, go to sleep,” his voice was hoarse and constricted. He pulled the covers over himself and lay down fully, resting his head on the pillows.
Remus looked over at him, relaxing to rest beside him, moving his head so it settled over his chest. Severus’s dark hair was sweaty and limp and his face paler than usual.
“What happened?” he whispered.
“Nothing,” Severus said coolly, “Don’t worry about it, just sleep,” he wrapped his arms around Remus’s body, holding him close.
Remus reluctantly shut his eyes, unable to hold back the yawn. It was late and he was tired and in no more than a few minutes he was fast asleep against Severus’s chest, unknowing of how Severus slowly moved his body so it lay freely, and then snuck off to the bathroom, to clean off the blood and heal the scars.
*
When Remus woke from his transformation, some weeks later, he realized something was amiss. Severus wasn’t with him. His lover always stayed for with him during his transformations; it was something of a need they both had. On the nights when Severus was working, he’d always make sure to be there by morning.
But there was no sign of Severus anywhere. Remus crawled off of the bed, landing in a painful heap on the floor. He shook as he walked cautiously into their living chambers. Severus wasn’t at his desk, or in front of the fire, or in the bathroom.
He walked weakly over to the couch and collapsed onto it, not caring that he was naked or cold. Severus hadn’t returned home. A sinking feeling pervaded in his chest.
Remus was unsure how long he lay there. He contemplated getting dressed and going to tell Dumbledore. He decided against it. There was complete silence in their chambers, not even the fire crackled, having burned out in the night.
Finally the door opened and Remus looked up. Severus limped in, leaning heavily against the wall for support. A trickle of blood dripped down his lip and Remus could clearly see rips and tears on his robes. Remus sat up, jarring himself in the process. Severus noticed and smiled weakly, limping over to his lover. He leaned down and petted the soft brown hair and gently caressed his cheek before whispering, “Go climb into bed. I’m just going to clean up,” he paused and pressed a finger to Remus’s lips, stopping him from interrupting, “I’m so sorry about being late,” with that he slowly made his way into their bathroom.
Remus sat dumbfounded for a moment, simply staring into the wall. He shakily made his wall to the bathroom and opened the door, not even bothering to knock.
Severus’s body was torn and bloodied in many places, bruised in others. He rubbed a cool gray salve on some of the damage on his arms.
“That’s all you have to say?” Remus asked, a tremor going through his normally steady voice, “I’m sorry! That’s all!” rage built up and he found himself unable to calm down, “You come here battered up like this, and then you apologize,” Remus’s voice broke and he stormed over to Severus, looking at though he could have slapped him.
“Remus, it’s okay,” Severus took hold of him and kissed him soundly, surprised to hear a slight moan of protest coming from his lover.
“No, it’s not,” Remus looked him up and down, “you should go see Pomfrey; these are really bad,”
“I’ve had worse,” Severus regretted the words the moment they left his mouth.
“You mean you’ve been hiding this from me!” Remus accused, anger welling back up in his voice, regaining its strength.
“I just didn’t want you to worry,” Severus said shortly.
Remus wanted to yell and scream. He wanted to beat Severus into a pulp for thinking that way. But he didn’t have the strength and found himself unable to even raise his voice any louder. He nodded, feeling the urge to cry, but holding it back.
Severus looked him in the eyes, “I’ll be fine, go and lie down,” he instructed, trying to nudge Remus out the bathroom.
Remus looked up, “No,” he sighed and pulled the bottle of salve from Severus’s hand, leading his lover from the bathroom to their bedroom. He smiled as he helped Severus to sit, facing away from him.
He started with his back, lightly working in the lotion in circular patterns over the torn and bruised tissue. Severus moaned a sigh of relief, leaning forward to give Remus more access. After his back was looking better, Remus had Severus turn around and he worked it over his chest and arms.
“Is this okay?” he asked tentatively, smiling slightly as Severus looked up from behind a veil of inky black hair.
“It’s perfect,” he murmured, pulling Remus down for a kiss.
Remus could feel his own cock hardening and Severus was clearly in a similar state. He deepened the kissed and rocked their hips together, careful not to press too much of his weight down on the injured man.
Severus sighed into his mouth, as they pulled apart. Remus rested his head on Severus’s healed shoulder and closed his eyes, dipping his fingers back into the jar of cool liquid, smoothing it over his hand. He gently wrapped his fingers around Severus’s erection, coating it with the lotion. He moved astride him and smiled as he pushed down, embedding his lover inside him.
Remus moaned and pressed against Severus, who was writhing underneath him. He suppressed a smile and arched up, moving his hips back and forth over Severus’s erection.
It felt good riding his lover like this, to be in control of the situation, being Severus could hardly sit up. He rocked a little harder, spurred on by Severus’s loud moans.
He wrapped his sticky fingers around his own cock, stroking in time. Severus watched him as he did this, soft gasps and groans immerging from his mouth.
Remus groaned as he climaxed, his seed spilling down his hand and onto Severus’s chest. He clenched purposefully around Severus’s erection, bringing him over only seconds later. They both stilled, breathing heavily.
Remus climbed off of Severus’s lap and curled up at his side, pulling the blanket back over both of them. Severus turned to hold onto Remus as both of them drifted off into a light sleep.