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Who: Remus Lupin, Severus Snape
Where: Remus' flat in Edinburgh
When: 5 September 2001 (backdated)
Rating: NC-17 for strong (and we do mean strong) adult content.
Status: Complete

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Severus lasted for a few more seconds, trying to commit all that he could to memory -- the way that Remus moved, how he sounded, the way his legs squeezed around his hips and Merlin forbid if he would ever forget how the muscles around him tightened. "Remus," he rasped against his throat, fingertips digging into his hip. The name came out of him again, repeated with each harsh breath as Severus arched and drove forward, his orgasm whiting out his vision and ripping a cry from his throat.

He never noticed that it was Remus' name. Not even when thought returned a few moments later and he stilled against Remus, breaths coming hard.

This time, somehow, seemed different. True he had had lovers in the past and at the risk of sounding poetic or even sentimental -- this was simply different. Remus rode both his own orgasm and Severus' that came so soon after. He was vaguely aware of the additional weight pressing against his body when Severus collapsed against him. Remus' hands raised, almost shaking, to rest against the small of Severus' back to hold him in place. The scent of sex and sweat seemed to hang heavy in the air or perhaps it was Remus' heightened senses picking up on what wasn't really there.

Whatever it was, he had Severus in his arms and was one happy and sated werewolf. Remus begrudgingly moved one hand, pushing the sweat-soaked hair from Severus' face to look up into the other man's eyes. No words were spoken, he simply needed the eye-contact.

While he wondered how in one night they had come so far.

Severus' face pinched up as he felt Remus' hand on his face, moving his hair out of his eyes so that black could meet tawny gold. "If you are going to say anything ridiculously romantic or hopelessly sentimental, have a mind to keep it to yourself," he murmured and shifted, laying his cheek on Remus' shoulder, almost onto his arm so the gaze could be maintained. Even for him, it was hard to be that cold while he was still inside someone, especially this particular someone.

It wasn't long though before he closed his eyes and rubbed his face against warm, sweaty skin and his arms tightened around Remus' back. No, nothing ridiculously, hopelessly romantic or sentimental, but for a few moments, Severus relished the feeling of peace.

Remus saw the look on Severus' face and wondered if he was going to be berated for touching the other man. Which really was a silly notion considering that Severus was still inside him. But still, who was he to understand the innermost workings of Severus' mind?

"I would not dream of saying such a thing," Remus said, shifting slightly and feeling that all-too familiar feeling of loss as Severus slipped out of him. Remus closed his eyes, letting his breathing settle in time with Severus'. He wasn't about to sleep, but rather was simply content to lay in this post-coital contentment a few moments longer.

"Good," he mumbled against Remus' shoulder, hiding the wince that came as he slipped free. Severus hadn't wanted to do that, not yet, and ruthlessly quashed that desire. This was Remus Lupin, Gryffindor and head of the Order or whatever they were calling themselves now. He shouldn't even be in this room, nevermind doing what they had been doing and missing when he slipped free.

Then again... if you were going to break the rules, you had better not get caught or you have earned what punishment you deserve was his unspoken motto.

Leaving a gentle kiss on Remus' collarbone, he finally moved off of him and to the side, eyes still closed.