FIC: Together, Alone for red_day_dawning
Title: Together, Alone
Recipient: red_day_dawning
Rating: NC 17
Pairing(s): Remus/Severus
Warning(s): Pretty much AU, but spoilers for HBP and DH ….
Summary: I wrote it as post DH but it sort of came off as post HBP. They are alive, of course, and find eachother after some time away. I hope I got some of the elements right! I am so bad at writing happy ending Remus, he just screams for angst. I definitely got the angst, and writing dom!Remus was quite fun. Not a lot of romance, except in the possibility at the end….I hope you like it!!!
Once upon a not so distant time he would have been the hesitant one, the one who never would have, or rather never did make the first move. But as they sat in the dingy bar knocking back firewhiskey; as he sat across the table from a man he once knew to be full of fire he realized that the fire had been put out and replaced with a cold darkness. It was as if Severus had become everything that others had always expected him to be.
This meeting of old lovers was born out of need and duty, and on Remus’ part perhaps a bit of pity, of empathy. He knew what it was like to be shunned, and remembered a time when Severus was his only ally and sometimes the only human contact he had for days on end. He reached out to touch the cold fingers wrapped tightly around the green vial presented to him, not sure if it was gratitude or denial he saw looking back at him.
“Go on then. It’s not going to bite you after all.” And there it was, the old glimmer of Severus’ smarmy demeanor.
“Not unless I want it too.” Remus replied, working his calloused hand tighter around the vial, trapping the always elegant fingers under his grip.
“Pardon?” Severus asked, knowing the meaning but wanting to hear it anyway. Accepting the invitation as it were.
“Not unless I want it to bite me back, isn’t that what you always said? Not unless I want you to bite me back.” Remus loosened his grip slightly, stroking his own fingers now along the other man’s.
“Well yes, I see. You know, of course, that it was me taking pity on you, finding pleasure in saving your hide over and over again and making you want to come back for more. If only your Gryffindor friends could have seen you as I did then, desperate and wanting, beast stuck in a man’s body, with all of man’s desires and no one but me to sate them.” Severus pulled his hand away and pushed his chair out from under the table. “Go on then and run back to wherever it was you came from. Moon is almost full, wouldn’t want you doing anything you would regret.” And with the slightest hint of hesitation he left, turned heel and headed for the door.
Remus wasn’t fooled. He could smell the want settling into his skin like a heavy cloak. Severus of old would have taken advantage, lured him to a dark corner or an empty room and absolutely preyed upon him and his weaknesses before handing over the green vial of sanity. He knew as he poured the bitterness down his throat that a parallel had been born. He was once the broken and the damned, forever condemned with his curse. Now in that darkness he had a kindred soul, one who would also be forever stained and irrevocably broken. As the warmth of the drug took over his body he set out after Severus, wanting to give him everything he had ever received.
He found Severus not far, walking down a darkened alley on his way to who knows where. He thought of words that all seemed inadequate and instead chose action, forcibly pinning Severus up against the cool brick of an old building and capturing his lips before they could form a protest. There was a struggle at first, another glimmer of that old Severus that just couldn’t go down without a fight.
Remus persisted and when the unspoken demand of more came in the form of his tongue thrusting against Severus’ own, he relented. Heated kissing turned into feverish groping, the need for skin to skin contact running like electricity through the air. Severus thrust blindly against the man in front of him, allowing him to dominate him, own him even if just for the moment. Remus wasted no time, aware that at any moment they could be found out, or that the ice would come creeping back into Severus. He reveled in having the upper hand, being the one in control of perhaps the most powerful man he had every known. He used this sudden display of trust to his advantage and quickly turned Severus to face the cool brick, quickly pushing aside too many layers of clothing and finally grinding against him, skin to skin.
A quietly uttered, if out of practice charm slicked things up and in what seemed like the blink of an eye Remus was buried deep inside of Severus, thrusting wildly in and out, delighting in the muffled moans of a man who once took great pleasure in seeing him this very way. It didn’t take long before the once familiar build up of release flooded his senses and as his body shook with pleasure he reached one hand around to stroke his lover, making him shudder with his own release not two strong pumps later.
They stood, catching their breath like that for minutes, neither saying a word, neither having to. Remus was first to move, slowly pulling away from Severus and zipping up his pants before helping to pull the other’s clothes back on. Severus turned to face Remus, unsurity in his dark eyes before a small glimmer when Remus held out his hand, helping from the wall. The two started on their ways, each going a different direction when Remus stopped and in a low voice raised a question.
“Severus?” He said.
“I have a place nearby….”
Recipient: red_day_dawning
Rating: NC 17
Pairing(s): Remus/Severus
Warning(s): Pretty much AU, but spoilers for HBP and DH ….
Summary: I wrote it as post DH but it sort of came off as post HBP. They are alive, of course, and find eachother after some time away. I hope I got some of the elements right! I am so bad at writing happy ending Remus, he just screams for angst. I definitely got the angst, and writing dom!Remus was quite fun. Not a lot of romance, except in the possibility at the end….I hope you like it!!!
Once upon a not so distant time he would have been the hesitant one, the one who never would have, or rather never did make the first move. But as they sat in the dingy bar knocking back firewhiskey; as he sat across the table from a man he once knew to be full of fire he realized that the fire had been put out and replaced with a cold darkness. It was as if Severus had become everything that others had always expected him to be.
This meeting of old lovers was born out of need and duty, and on Remus’ part perhaps a bit of pity, of empathy. He knew what it was like to be shunned, and remembered a time when Severus was his only ally and sometimes the only human contact he had for days on end. He reached out to touch the cold fingers wrapped tightly around the green vial presented to him, not sure if it was gratitude or denial he saw looking back at him.
“Go on then. It’s not going to bite you after all.” And there it was, the old glimmer of Severus’ smarmy demeanor.
“Not unless I want it too.” Remus replied, working his calloused hand tighter around the vial, trapping the always elegant fingers under his grip.
“Pardon?” Severus asked, knowing the meaning but wanting to hear it anyway. Accepting the invitation as it were.
“Not unless I want it to bite me back, isn’t that what you always said? Not unless I want you to bite me back.” Remus loosened his grip slightly, stroking his own fingers now along the other man’s.
“Well yes, I see. You know, of course, that it was me taking pity on you, finding pleasure in saving your hide over and over again and making you want to come back for more. If only your Gryffindor friends could have seen you as I did then, desperate and wanting, beast stuck in a man’s body, with all of man’s desires and no one but me to sate them.” Severus pulled his hand away and pushed his chair out from under the table. “Go on then and run back to wherever it was you came from. Moon is almost full, wouldn’t want you doing anything you would regret.” And with the slightest hint of hesitation he left, turned heel and headed for the door.
Remus wasn’t fooled. He could smell the want settling into his skin like a heavy cloak. Severus of old would have taken advantage, lured him to a dark corner or an empty room and absolutely preyed upon him and his weaknesses before handing over the green vial of sanity. He knew as he poured the bitterness down his throat that a parallel had been born. He was once the broken and the damned, forever condemned with his curse. Now in that darkness he had a kindred soul, one who would also be forever stained and irrevocably broken. As the warmth of the drug took over his body he set out after Severus, wanting to give him everything he had ever received.
He found Severus not far, walking down a darkened alley on his way to who knows where. He thought of words that all seemed inadequate and instead chose action, forcibly pinning Severus up against the cool brick of an old building and capturing his lips before they could form a protest. There was a struggle at first, another glimmer of that old Severus that just couldn’t go down without a fight.
Remus persisted and when the unspoken demand of more came in the form of his tongue thrusting against Severus’ own, he relented. Heated kissing turned into feverish groping, the need for skin to skin contact running like electricity through the air. Severus thrust blindly against the man in front of him, allowing him to dominate him, own him even if just for the moment. Remus wasted no time, aware that at any moment they could be found out, or that the ice would come creeping back into Severus. He reveled in having the upper hand, being the one in control of perhaps the most powerful man he had every known. He used this sudden display of trust to his advantage and quickly turned Severus to face the cool brick, quickly pushing aside too many layers of clothing and finally grinding against him, skin to skin.
A quietly uttered, if out of practice charm slicked things up and in what seemed like the blink of an eye Remus was buried deep inside of Severus, thrusting wildly in and out, delighting in the muffled moans of a man who once took great pleasure in seeing him this very way. It didn’t take long before the once familiar build up of release flooded his senses and as his body shook with pleasure he reached one hand around to stroke his lover, making him shudder with his own release not two strong pumps later.
They stood, catching their breath like that for minutes, neither saying a word, neither having to. Remus was first to move, slowly pulling away from Severus and zipping up his pants before helping to pull the other’s clothes back on. Severus turned to face Remus, unsurity in his dark eyes before a small glimmer when Remus held out his hand, helping from the wall. The two started on their ways, each going a different direction when Remus stopped and in a low voice raised a question.
“Severus?” He said.
“I have a place nearby….”