RL/SS FIC: Up to No Good, written for cruisedirector
Title: Up to No Good
Author: rose_whispers
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Rating: Hard R
Keywords/ Summary: as close to PWP as I've ever managed, frottage; Severus finds Remus glowering in the library after they have a tiff
Word Count: 1882
A/N: For cruisdirector, who shares a snogging-in-the-library fetish with me and mentioned that there needs to be more Frottage in the Restricted Section stories. I was immediately bunnied. Also, I feel it necessary to tell you all that I wrote this during a slow period at work, and while I was into the naughty parts, a nun walked into my store and bought cayenne pepper. I've decided to interpret this as Divine endorsement.
Cross-posted to lupin_snape, snapish_smut, and my journal.
Remus Lupin strolled past tables of studying students as he made his way through Hogwarts' library. Some of them offered a wave in greeting which he returned, maintaining his outwardly calm, cheerful exterior. Inside, he was stewing.
He nodded at Madam Pince before stepping from the library proper into the Restricted Section. He felt the little shiver run down his spine that he always experienced when he was breaking rules, the shiver that had driven all the Marauders to newer and greater heights of mischief all those years ago. Well, a Marauder once, a Marauder always. Though he now had every right to enter the Restricted Section as a professor at Hogwarts, he could never quite shake the feeling that he was doing something naughty.
He allowed the cool solitude of the rarely used section to envelop him, the light dimmer here among the rows of musty books humming with magic. He stomped along, stopping when he was buried within the section, three tall bookcases between himself and the rest of the library. Through the gaps between the books of one shelf and the bottom of the next shelf, he could just make out the students sitting in rays of sunshine. He felt a world apart from them.
Stupid Severus, he grumped as he ran his fingers lightly over the book spines. Some of them shuddered, one growled, and two purred. He tried not to let the reactions lighten his mindset. He wanted to brood. At this time on Tuesdays, he and Severus both had a spare period, and they normally retired to their quarters to grade papers together, perhaps play a game of something, or just read in each other's company. Or possibly do other things in each other's company. Remus cherished the time together. He'd thought his lover did as well. That is, until Severus had practically thrown the werewolf out of his workroom with a curled lip and a distracted wave of his hand.
So whatever potion Severus was brewing was more important than Remus. Fine. That was fine. Insensitive twat. Remus would express his displeasure later on, once he'd cooled down a bit, once he was sure he wouldn't say anything he'd regret. Remus liked to have nothing but a self-possessed state of mind for moments such as these. Especially when dealing with that insufferable jackass he lived with!
He was so absorbed in his silent litany of annoyance and hurt feelings that at first he didn't notice the other presence in the Restricted Section. Didn't notice until two slender arms snaked around him from behind, a lean body coming to rest against his back. Remus stiffened. Thin, pliant lips grazed the nape of his neck and he suppressed a quiver.
"I've been expecting you in our parlour." That voice vibrated into the skin of his neck as teeth scraped lightly. Remus did his best not to respond. Severus, the bastard, knew exactly what that mellifluous, bass voice did to him. Had known for months before their first kiss. Remus tried not to smile at the memory, more than three years ago now, just before the final battle. It wouldn't work this time.
"All finished playing potions?" he asked stiffly.
The lips on his neck paused for a moment before the hands moved, slipping upwards, skimming along Remus' sides with wickedly fleeting touches that left Remus' traitorous body demanding more. "All finished, yes."
"So I should have just gone back to our rooms and waited for you like a good boy," Remus murmured. Then he gasped as those crafty fingers found their way beneath the layers of fabric to touch his skin, gliding over his ribs with the playfulness of an intoxicated pixie.
"Severus! We're in the library."
"Are we? I hadn't noticed."
"The students-"
"Are absorbed in their own trifling, petty little worlds and won't spare a thought as to what their two tedious professors are doing in the stacks."
Remus tried to twist around but the touches that had been so deceptively gentle shifted abruptly and he found himself pinned against the bookcase, head resting against the shelf, arms fixed to his sides.
"Ah, ah, hold still now," the voice instructed. "I do believe you're angry with me."
"Brilliant deductive skills," Remus muttered, trying for indignant righteousness and failing because the last word turned into a groan when clever teeth caught his earlobe and pulled.
"It just so happens," the words reverberated into his ear as the mouth worked its way along the cartilage, "that I've come to show you why I was... brusque with you earlier."
The body he knew so well shifted behind him, bringing them into full contact. He felt the Potions Master's hard length grind against him and Remus bit his lip. "Not to make amends, of course."
"Of course not."
"Severus-"
"Hold still!" There could be no mistaking the note of command in Severus' voice.
"Or what?" Remus challenged. He sensed the enigmatic smile and tensed in anticipation.
Deftly, Severus reached down, grasped Remus' stiffening member, and squeezed malevolently. Remus tried to swallow a strangled cry as Severus relaxed his grip ever so slightly and began languorously stroking him to full hardness through the fabric.
"Severus... oh, right there, yes... the children, the children can- oh fuck!- see us in here."
The hand withdrew and Remus whimpered in protest. "Do make up your mind, wolf," Severus teased, sonorous voice sending a tremor through Remus' body. "Don't tell me to stop if you're going to whine when I comply."
"You could get us both fired," Remus choked as Severus descended once more, lips finding that spot on his neck, the one that only Severus had ever been able to find consistently, and began to suck, hard enough to leave a mark.
"Then I suggest you refrain from making noise," Severus replied. He was doing something with his hands, but Remus couldn't quite twist around to see what it was. It didn't matter; moments later the arms returned and Severus began to rock against Remus' body, pressing his hardness against Remus' arse.
Remus pressed backward in spite of himself, granting Severus more friction, feeling heat and want assembling in his own aching groin. Severus' left hand found its way beneath Remus' robes once more, fumbled at the fly of his sensible brown trousers, and disappeared beneath the waistband of the not-so-sensible black silk boxers that Severus liked to see him wear.
When the fingers brushed against Remus' shaft, he almost levitated off the floor. "Severus!" he moaned, and he noticed one or two young heads glancing in their direction at the sound. He clamped down on himself, but it was almost too good. Severus' hand, always dexterous and particularly skilled at finding just the right way to touch him, was warm, and where his fingers touched, it left a tingling sensation that spread through his throbbing member.
"What the hell did you do?" Remus gasped as Severus' fingers trailed up and down, thumb stroking the oozing head, nails not quite scratching along the base. All the while Severus undulated against him.
"I was just finishing this salve when you barged in," Severus hissed into his ear, rocking harder against him. "You nearly ruined the... surprise. Surprise, Remus. It makes the skin warm up and vibrate wherever I touch you."
A mewling noise escaped Remus' throat as Severus emphasized the point by finally, finally closing his hand around Remus' shaft and the tingling heat enflamed Remus' senses, sending shooting stars across his field of vision.
"Quiet, Remus!" Severus ordered, his tone caught between amusement, arrogance, and arousal. "Really, Madam Pince could come in here at any time."
Remus snapped down on his own tongue to keep from screaming when the other salve-coated hand sneaked beneath fabric and brushed across his nipple. Arms still caught against his sides, Remus could only toss his head at the stimulation. His body couldn't decide whether to surge backward against Severus' grinding pelvis or drive forward into that maddening grip.
They fell into a rhythm, a back and forth that matched the steady pace of Severus' thrusting torso and stroking hand, Remus ensnared in the middle of sensation, losing himself in the feeling of being surrounded by Severus.
"Severus, oh god, oh yes, oh my SeverusFUCKoooooh," Remus chanted, mouthing the words just under his breath. Severus' hands spread fire through Remus' body as his lips continued to map ornate patterns across his neck, nipping here, sucking there.
He was close, so close, the smell of books and magic and sex and Severus encircling him and spinning him out of control. And Severus' fingers pinched his nipple, sparking a firestorm that tore through his body. With a suppressed growl, Remus wrenched his arms free and hauled Severus' hand away from his chest, bringing it to his mouth and biting down on the wrist, smothering his scream as he came, feeling Severus' rapid, erratic pulse beneath his lips, hearing Severus’ own sharp intake of breath as he thrust harder and harder against Remus' body, the two of them oscillating together as Severus fell forward, muffling his own cry of release against Remus' throat.
Their frenzied movements slowed until they stood still, Remus wrapped in Severus' arms, Severus' wrist still in his mouth. He sneaked a peak through the bookshelves. Madam Pince was speaking to several youngsters. The rest of the students were still utterly absorbed in their own thoughts and studies and conversations. Remus released Severus' hand with a trembling sigh and saw that he'd left deep indentations that would most certainly turn into bruises within the hour. He twitched his wand out of his pocket and cleaned himself quickly, turned around at last to find Severus doing the same. He looked up into those bottomless black eyes which were regarding him with a mixture of satisfaction and desire.
"I assume this means that you can... overlook the less than tactful way I asked you to leave earlier?" Severus intoned.
Remus wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and drew him the few inches downward so that lips could finally meet lips and he sighed happily, delighting in the contact, in the instinctive way Severus' arms twined around his back, at the way Severus' tongue demanded access to Remus' willing mouth.
"Ahem."
Remus and Severus sprang apart guiltily as Madam Pince rounded the corner, followed by two Hufflepuff fourth years who were staring wide-eyed at their professors.
"Honestly!" Madam Pince groused in a creditable impression of Hermione Granger. "If the two of you cannot contain yourselves enough not to sneak a kiss in the stacks, I don't know what this school is coming to. What kind of example is this for the children?"
Remus was very glad of the dim lighting in the Restricted Section, covering the flush in their cheeks, the dampness of their hair, the way they were both panting.
"Unlike the children," Severus said imperiously, "Professor Lupin and I do know how to restrain ourselves. Good day."
"Sorry, Madam Pince," Remus added humbly, sensing rather than seeing the eyeroll from Severus. He felt fifteen years old again. Up to no good. Some things never changed, not really. But then again, some things did. And when he glanced at Severus as they swept out the side door, he was more than content with that fact.
Fin
Author: rose_whispers
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Rating: Hard R
Keywords/ Summary: as close to PWP as I've ever managed, frottage; Severus finds Remus glowering in the library after they have a tiff
Word Count: 1882
A/N: For cruisdirector, who shares a snogging-in-the-library fetish with me and mentioned that there needs to be more Frottage in the Restricted Section stories. I was immediately bunnied. Also, I feel it necessary to tell you all that I wrote this during a slow period at work, and while I was into the naughty parts, a nun walked into my store and bought cayenne pepper. I've decided to interpret this as Divine endorsement.
Cross-posted to lupin_snape, snapish_smut, and my journal.
Remus Lupin strolled past tables of studying students as he made his way through Hogwarts' library. Some of them offered a wave in greeting which he returned, maintaining his outwardly calm, cheerful exterior. Inside, he was stewing.
He nodded at Madam Pince before stepping from the library proper into the Restricted Section. He felt the little shiver run down his spine that he always experienced when he was breaking rules, the shiver that had driven all the Marauders to newer and greater heights of mischief all those years ago. Well, a Marauder once, a Marauder always. Though he now had every right to enter the Restricted Section as a professor at Hogwarts, he could never quite shake the feeling that he was doing something naughty.
He allowed the cool solitude of the rarely used section to envelop him, the light dimmer here among the rows of musty books humming with magic. He stomped along, stopping when he was buried within the section, three tall bookcases between himself and the rest of the library. Through the gaps between the books of one shelf and the bottom of the next shelf, he could just make out the students sitting in rays of sunshine. He felt a world apart from them.
Stupid Severus, he grumped as he ran his fingers lightly over the book spines. Some of them shuddered, one growled, and two purred. He tried not to let the reactions lighten his mindset. He wanted to brood. At this time on Tuesdays, he and Severus both had a spare period, and they normally retired to their quarters to grade papers together, perhaps play a game of something, or just read in each other's company. Or possibly do other things in each other's company. Remus cherished the time together. He'd thought his lover did as well. That is, until Severus had practically thrown the werewolf out of his workroom with a curled lip and a distracted wave of his hand.
So whatever potion Severus was brewing was more important than Remus. Fine. That was fine. Insensitive twat. Remus would express his displeasure later on, once he'd cooled down a bit, once he was sure he wouldn't say anything he'd regret. Remus liked to have nothing but a self-possessed state of mind for moments such as these. Especially when dealing with that insufferable jackass he lived with!
He was so absorbed in his silent litany of annoyance and hurt feelings that at first he didn't notice the other presence in the Restricted Section. Didn't notice until two slender arms snaked around him from behind, a lean body coming to rest against his back. Remus stiffened. Thin, pliant lips grazed the nape of his neck and he suppressed a quiver.
"I've been expecting you in our parlour." That voice vibrated into the skin of his neck as teeth scraped lightly. Remus did his best not to respond. Severus, the bastard, knew exactly what that mellifluous, bass voice did to him. Had known for months before their first kiss. Remus tried not to smile at the memory, more than three years ago now, just before the final battle. It wouldn't work this time.
"All finished playing potions?" he asked stiffly.
The lips on his neck paused for a moment before the hands moved, slipping upwards, skimming along Remus' sides with wickedly fleeting touches that left Remus' traitorous body demanding more. "All finished, yes."
"So I should have just gone back to our rooms and waited for you like a good boy," Remus murmured. Then he gasped as those crafty fingers found their way beneath the layers of fabric to touch his skin, gliding over his ribs with the playfulness of an intoxicated pixie.
"Severus! We're in the library."
"Are we? I hadn't noticed."
"The students-"
"Are absorbed in their own trifling, petty little worlds and won't spare a thought as to what their two tedious professors are doing in the stacks."
Remus tried to twist around but the touches that had been so deceptively gentle shifted abruptly and he found himself pinned against the bookcase, head resting against the shelf, arms fixed to his sides.
"Ah, ah, hold still now," the voice instructed. "I do believe you're angry with me."
"Brilliant deductive skills," Remus muttered, trying for indignant righteousness and failing because the last word turned into a groan when clever teeth caught his earlobe and pulled.
"It just so happens," the words reverberated into his ear as the mouth worked its way along the cartilage, "that I've come to show you why I was... brusque with you earlier."
The body he knew so well shifted behind him, bringing them into full contact. He felt the Potions Master's hard length grind against him and Remus bit his lip. "Not to make amends, of course."
"Of course not."
"Severus-"
"Hold still!" There could be no mistaking the note of command in Severus' voice.
"Or what?" Remus challenged. He sensed the enigmatic smile and tensed in anticipation.
Deftly, Severus reached down, grasped Remus' stiffening member, and squeezed malevolently. Remus tried to swallow a strangled cry as Severus relaxed his grip ever so slightly and began languorously stroking him to full hardness through the fabric.
"Severus... oh, right there, yes... the children, the children can- oh fuck!- see us in here."
The hand withdrew and Remus whimpered in protest. "Do make up your mind, wolf," Severus teased, sonorous voice sending a tremor through Remus' body. "Don't tell me to stop if you're going to whine when I comply."
"You could get us both fired," Remus choked as Severus descended once more, lips finding that spot on his neck, the one that only Severus had ever been able to find consistently, and began to suck, hard enough to leave a mark.
"Then I suggest you refrain from making noise," Severus replied. He was doing something with his hands, but Remus couldn't quite twist around to see what it was. It didn't matter; moments later the arms returned and Severus began to rock against Remus' body, pressing his hardness against Remus' arse.
Remus pressed backward in spite of himself, granting Severus more friction, feeling heat and want assembling in his own aching groin. Severus' left hand found its way beneath Remus' robes once more, fumbled at the fly of his sensible brown trousers, and disappeared beneath the waistband of the not-so-sensible black silk boxers that Severus liked to see him wear.
When the fingers brushed against Remus' shaft, he almost levitated off the floor. "Severus!" he moaned, and he noticed one or two young heads glancing in their direction at the sound. He clamped down on himself, but it was almost too good. Severus' hand, always dexterous and particularly skilled at finding just the right way to touch him, was warm, and where his fingers touched, it left a tingling sensation that spread through his throbbing member.
"What the hell did you do?" Remus gasped as Severus' fingers trailed up and down, thumb stroking the oozing head, nails not quite scratching along the base. All the while Severus undulated against him.
"I was just finishing this salve when you barged in," Severus hissed into his ear, rocking harder against him. "You nearly ruined the... surprise. Surprise, Remus. It makes the skin warm up and vibrate wherever I touch you."
A mewling noise escaped Remus' throat as Severus emphasized the point by finally, finally closing his hand around Remus' shaft and the tingling heat enflamed Remus' senses, sending shooting stars across his field of vision.
"Quiet, Remus!" Severus ordered, his tone caught between amusement, arrogance, and arousal. "Really, Madam Pince could come in here at any time."
Remus snapped down on his own tongue to keep from screaming when the other salve-coated hand sneaked beneath fabric and brushed across his nipple. Arms still caught against his sides, Remus could only toss his head at the stimulation. His body couldn't decide whether to surge backward against Severus' grinding pelvis or drive forward into that maddening grip.
They fell into a rhythm, a back and forth that matched the steady pace of Severus' thrusting torso and stroking hand, Remus ensnared in the middle of sensation, losing himself in the feeling of being surrounded by Severus.
"Severus, oh god, oh yes, oh my SeverusFUCKoooooh," Remus chanted, mouthing the words just under his breath. Severus' hands spread fire through Remus' body as his lips continued to map ornate patterns across his neck, nipping here, sucking there.
He was close, so close, the smell of books and magic and sex and Severus encircling him and spinning him out of control. And Severus' fingers pinched his nipple, sparking a firestorm that tore through his body. With a suppressed growl, Remus wrenched his arms free and hauled Severus' hand away from his chest, bringing it to his mouth and biting down on the wrist, smothering his scream as he came, feeling Severus' rapid, erratic pulse beneath his lips, hearing Severus’ own sharp intake of breath as he thrust harder and harder against Remus' body, the two of them oscillating together as Severus fell forward, muffling his own cry of release against Remus' throat.
Their frenzied movements slowed until they stood still, Remus wrapped in Severus' arms, Severus' wrist still in his mouth. He sneaked a peak through the bookshelves. Madam Pince was speaking to several youngsters. The rest of the students were still utterly absorbed in their own thoughts and studies and conversations. Remus released Severus' hand with a trembling sigh and saw that he'd left deep indentations that would most certainly turn into bruises within the hour. He twitched his wand out of his pocket and cleaned himself quickly, turned around at last to find Severus doing the same. He looked up into those bottomless black eyes which were regarding him with a mixture of satisfaction and desire.
"I assume this means that you can... overlook the less than tactful way I asked you to leave earlier?" Severus intoned.
Remus wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and drew him the few inches downward so that lips could finally meet lips and he sighed happily, delighting in the contact, in the instinctive way Severus' arms twined around his back, at the way Severus' tongue demanded access to Remus' willing mouth.
"Ahem."
Remus and Severus sprang apart guiltily as Madam Pince rounded the corner, followed by two Hufflepuff fourth years who were staring wide-eyed at their professors.
"Honestly!" Madam Pince groused in a creditable impression of Hermione Granger. "If the two of you cannot contain yourselves enough not to sneak a kiss in the stacks, I don't know what this school is coming to. What kind of example is this for the children?"
Remus was very glad of the dim lighting in the Restricted Section, covering the flush in their cheeks, the dampness of their hair, the way they were both panting.
"Unlike the children," Severus said imperiously, "Professor Lupin and I do know how to restrain ourselves. Good day."
"Sorry, Madam Pince," Remus added humbly, sensing rather than seeing the eyeroll from Severus. He felt fifteen years old again. Up to no good. Some things never changed, not really. But then again, some things did. And when he glanced at Severus as they swept out the side door, he was more than content with that fact.
Fin