Jun 06, 2007 14:50
Hello all !
Moving on with my good resolutions concerning this new LJ, here's the first chapter of a three-parts fic. It's called : 'The Way To Completion' and features my two favorite HP characters : Remus and Severus. sadly, it's NOT a Snupin ! ( yeah, I know, how shocking coming from a Snupin addict like myself, but hey, blame the Muse, not her slave ! lol )
Title: A WAY TO COMPLETION - part 1: The Shelter They Made.
Rating: NC-17/Adult.
Pairing: RL/EV, with hints of SS/EV.
Kinks: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, with sub!Emmy.
Notes: First part of "A Way to Completion".
Disclaimer: Harry Potter's universe is Rowling's property. The plot ( if you dare call it that ) is mine.
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I'm not sure when it began. Perhaps a month ago. Perhaps today. Or perhaps it all began that night, almost twenty years ago, when I saw the two of them leaving an empty classroom, well past curfew.
I wanted to tell them on. To see the wolf and Miss Perfect sentenced to months worth of detentions would have been the greatest pleasure, even if my little denouncement meant the same punishment for myself. Shivers of anticipation had run through my body at the very idea. I had craved to tell. But I hadn't. I didn't tell a soul. Because that night, when they left the empty classroom, she turned to me and smiled.
Emmeline Redgrave, Prefect of Ravenclaw, Ice Queen of Hogwarts smiled. At me. And it wasn't the sort of smile I usually got from Ravenclaws, Gryffindors or Slytherins. There wasn't any contempt, mockery or insinuation in this smile. It was a true smile. A genuine one. The first I've ever had. The only one. Until tonight.
Tonight she smiled at me again. Twenty years later. And it was as if nothing had changed.
She's always Miss Perfect, even if she married and her name changed. She's always the same Pureblood Princess. Tall, haughty. Beautiful.
And he's always the same insufferable Gryffindor. Smiling, polite. Werewolf.
A wicked version of Beauty and the Beast. An adult-only kind of version. Because I know what happens when they're alone. In the empty rooms. The hall. The stairs. I've seen what happens.
Hands sliding beneath robes and shirts and skirts. A head settling between a pair of legs, hair sometimes long and light, sometimes short and greying. Two bodies pressing against one another, one bending over the other, or pinning it against a wall or a bookshelf.
It's not as if I wanted to see. To watch. It's more like a fate. Another one of the cruel jokes inflicted on me by the devious Deity running my life. I can almost hear His mocking voice sometimes: "Watch and see what you'll never have." And I laugh - 'cause His voice is so much like Albus's - and I watch. Who am I to go against the Divine Purpose?
Do they know I've watched them all this time? I don't know, but if they do, they never said a word. Nor did I.
But that smile, tonight.
Half of the Order was listening to one of Moody's usual paranoiac speech, when I noticed the furtive glance Lupin shot her. Oddly enough, Vance didn't reciprocate but turned her eyes to me and smiled. This had me off balance and I had to concentrate to answer the Headmaster's question about my last summons.
Now the meeting is over and I slip away discreetly while my fellow Members socialize. I get ready to leave when I hear a light chuckle from the stairs. Her chuckle.
I must leave. I know I should. But I can't. Not when the sight of their skins glowing with sweat and satiation is the only light in my darkness. So I climb the stairs and follow the echo of her voice, merging into the shadows.
I find them in his room. Odd.
They never do it in his room. I don't know if it's because of the intimacy of the place or because it would be too safe for their taste, but it's how it works. The kitchen, the stairs, the library... but not his room. Never. Until now.
The door isn't properly closed - a habit of them - and I cautiously peep through the crack.
She's on Lupin's bed. Playing with herself. Her naked body is spread out on the sheets, a hand squeezing her breasts while the other is caressing her inner thighs, her fingers slowly making their way to her cunt...
"Good evening, Severus. Care to come in?"
I nearly jump out of my skin when the door opens suddenly, revealing a half-dressed Lupin. I can't help but stare, my eyes following the path of scars crisscrossing his lean torso. Eventually, my gaze settles on his marked face.
I don't know if I expected him to be angry, disgusted or simply shocked in such a situation. But whatever my expectations had been, they all vanish at the sight of his smile. The same as Vance's. And suddenly, I understand.
They know that I know about them. And they know about me. And all is fine and right because I understand now why Vance's smile was so different from the others. Why Lupin's one is. I understand what that smile means. Acceptance.
They knew I've been watching them and accepted it. And now they're accepting me inside this shelter they made, away from the war and the reality.
So when Lupin steps aside, opening the door wider, I walk in.
I've seen this room before, while bringing the werewolf his potion. It's a small room with just the necessary furniture. Much like a monk's cell... well, it would look like a monk's cell without the naked temptress lying on the bed.
Vance is watching me now, her eyes boring into mine as if trying to read my very soul. But she's no Legilimens. This thought comforts me and I smirk. She seems to appreciate that and smiles. A lusty, wicked smile.
"Please have a seat, Severus. Make yourself... comfortable."
Lupin's voice is clear and even and I wonder briefly how he can be so casually polite while inviting me to watch them fuck. Oh, I have no illusions about what is going to happen in this room. They fuck. I watch. Nothing more. Nothing less. I'm a guest, I'm here to give them the thrill of an audience, not to take an active part in the process.
But it's okay. I've learnt to content myself with leftovers.
So I sit in the cracking armchair facing the bed and watch.
I watch Lupin get closer to the bed, his bare feet brushing the dusty floor, his faded jeans hanging loosely around his waist, making him look taller than he really is.
I watch Vance sit on her heels, her hands reaching for her lover's trousers, opening them deftly, taking his hard cock out. She dips her head and takes the thick member in her mouth and Lupin throws his head back, growling softly.
I imagine that hot mouth on my own cock and grit my teeth to stifle a grunt. I open my robes and stroke myself languidly through the coarse fabric of my trousers. No need to hurry. Lupin's stamina is quite impressive. Courtesy of the wolf.
Suddenly, I realise Lupin's eyes are fixed on me, his wide pupils darkening the amber of his gaze.
"Like what you see, Severus?"
Not really. The self-satisfied smile playing on his lips is irritating. Does he seriously take me for some hormonal teenager send to his undoing by a simple blowjob? I'm an experienced grown man. More experienced than I would have wished.
But it is definitely not a place or time for a snarky remark, so I merely raise an eyebrow in answer to his insulting question. The damn wolf chuckles.
"Exacting, aren't we?"
He takes Vance's face in his hands delicately and pushes her away from his cock.
"Emmy, love, I think we should give our guest a proper show."
She straightens up and soon they're kissing with abandon. They kiss as if their life depends on it, all tongues and teeth and needy groans and whimpers. When they break apart, their harsh breathing sounds like a storm in the silent room.
"On your hands and knees."
At this moment, Lupin's voice is like nothing I've ever heard from him. Low and breathy. Gentle and commanding.
Vance instantly drops to her knees and turns around, offering herself to her lover. Her body is glowing in the candle light, her breasts round and heavy, her back arching gracefully when Lupin's hands roam her creamy skin.
"She's such a beautiful creature, isn't she, Severus?"
He slowly leans over her, his tongue darting out to lick the drops of sweat running all along her spine. She moans, arching harder.
"Flawless." Lick. "Compliant." Moan. "Perfect."
His tongue still on her, Lupin thrusts two fingers into her cunt and she freezes, crying out.
"REMUS!"
My hand comes to a stop on my crotch when I realise it's the first word I've heard from her tonight, and I smile. Who would have guess Emmeline Vance was the submissive kind in bed? She's always so haughty, so controlled. And here she is, rocking against Lupin's hand like a bitch in heat.
"That's it! Fuck yourself on my fingers! Good girl!"
My trousers are definitely too tight now, so I open them, pulling my arching cock out and resuming my lazy strokes. Lupin does the same with his own prick, his hand spreading the precome on his length.
"Such a good girl, Emmy... good girls deserve a reward..."
He straightens up and in one quick motion, his fingers have made way to his cock. Vance's moan is so loud it covers both my grunt and Lupin's deep growl.
"So wet, Emmy... so good..."
They're the hottest things I've seen in my life.
Lupin, half-dressed in his jeans, his gritted teeth bared, a low growling rumbling in his chest while his hips thrust slowly and deeply into his lover.
Vance, her naked body exposed to my hungry gaze, her breasts bouncing with the force of her lover's thrusts, her head thrown back in pleasure, her mouth letting out a constant flow of "more" and "yes" and "harder".
My cock is painfully hard now, but I won't come here and now. For two reasons. First, it would be... inappropriate. Second, even if I wanted, I couldn't. She's too damn noisy for my taste.
So I merely watch the show, touching myself just enough to enjoy it, noting the details for when I'll conjure the scene in my head later, in the safety of my quarters.
Lupin's thrusts are more erratic now, his breathing raged and loud and he freezes, coming with a great howl. Vance's mouth opens in a wordless cry and she collapses on the mattress.
Panting, Lupin sits on the bed, facing me.
"Hope you enjoyed the show..."
I smirked.
"Quite."
A smile appears on his face but fades quickly as he notices my still hard cock. He frownes.
"Don't worry, Lupin. Your... performance isn't in question. I'll take care of that matter myself."
"I think not."
I rise an eyebrow.
"Do you, now?"
"Yes! It wouldn't be... fair."
"How Gryffindor of you."
"You know what they say: once a Gryffindor..."
I sneer. Trust a Gryffindor to turn his exhibitionistic tendencies into a noble act of generosity... But I must admit I'm curious to see what he has to offer. So I settle down in my armchair and wait.
Lupin leans over Vance's motionless body, his hand gently pulling her long hair aside, stroking her flushed cheek.
"Love... I know you're tired... and you've been such a good girl, but... look, Severus was so generous towards us... it was so kind of him to come to us... don't you think he deserves a reward?"
Vance's eyes open and focuse on me. Slowly, she stretches her arms and legs and sits on her heels on the bed. Her eyes are so dilated they're almost as black as a moon-less night. They catch and drown me deep, so deep nothing else exists and I don't pay attention when Lupin disappears from my line of vision.
Vance drops gracefully on the floor, still on her hands and knees, and my eyes widen when she starts to crawl towards me like a feline. Her hips sway slowly, in rythm with her shoulders, the light of the candles dancing over her body, setting light to her fixed gaze, and I wonder vaguely if werecats do exist after all...
I'm so absorbed in the unusual sight in front of me that I start when Lupin whispers in my ear.
"Relax, Severus... and let her thank you... let her please you... she's so good at this... taste how good she is ..."
Vance settles between my legs, her hands sneaking up my tighs for leverage. Her eyes drop to my arching cock and she wets her lips. Her tongue is pink and pointy and so wet against my skin. A wave of heat spread from my groin, radiating through my body as I watch her lovely tongue trace the vein on the underside of my cock.
Drops of precome glisten and she licks them delicately, teasing the slit, humming softly.
Lupin's voice is low and husky.
"How does he taste?"
Vance looks up and I can't take my eyes off of her swollen lips.
"Bitter."
Her mouth curves in a dreamy smile.
"Good."
"Suck him off."
I jump both to his harsh tone and to the wet heat that suddenly envelop my throbbing cock.
Lupin's right: she's good... better than good. She's perfect. Everything about her is perfect. The way her tongue laves my cock, the way her teeth graze my skin softly, the way her mouth swallows me to the hilt before slidding back to the head...
It's so good I don't want it to end, ever, and I grit my teeth, my knuckles turning white on the arms of the chair in my effort to hold back. But soon it's too much, she's too much and I'm coming, harder than I can remember, and she sucks in, swallowing every drop.
When I open my eyes, Lupin is kneeling in front of me, Vance's shaking body in his arms, holding her tightly, rubbing her back, whispering sweet nonsense in her ear... I turn away and get up.
My role is over. This shelter of love and warmth isn't for me. It's theirs. I was only a guest. I must not forget it. Never.
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