ficlet: "Paving The Way"
Title: Paving The Way
Characters: Remus/Snape
Word count: 539?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Use of the F-word. Manipulation. Also, I wrote and posted this within an hour or so, i.e. no checking or tweaking, and it's unbeta'd.
A/N: Sequel to A Detour That Turned Into A Shortcut (which you must read first or this one won't make any sense). I can’t seem to stop. And I realized that I put Dumbledore into that ficlet as if he’s alive, when this is supposed to be post-war, not 3rd year. So please just assume for that fic that I meant his portrait. There. Problem solved.
Remus pushed open the door to his quarters and heard Snape call out to him, the scowl clear in his voice. “You’re late.”
He rounded the corner, plastering a somewhat sheepish-no, guilty expression on his face. “Erm, the party ran late, and then I got a bit sidetracked when I left.” He hesitated, then moved to the sofa where Snape was reading and bent down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “I’m for bed, then.”
“Lupin.” The dark tone stopped Remus only two steps from the sofa. He heard the book Snape had been reading hit the floor and he shuddered in delicious anticipation.
“Yes, Severus?” he replied, in as innocent a voice as he could manage. A thrill shivered up his spine as Snape came towards him, smoothly, but with an intensity that reminded Remus of a panther.
“What’s that smell?”
Oh, yes. “Smell?”
Snape came closer until he was inches from Remus. He ran his hand over Remus’ hair and then cupped the back of his neck. “You’ve got a smell on you.” As if to punctuate his point, he tightened his grip and brushed his face against Remus’, taking a few deep sniffs. “No. You’ve got someone’s smell on you.”
Remus fought not to smile or laugh with delight. “It’s a simple misunderstanding, Severus, I can explain-”
“You were with someone?”
“No, nothing like that!”
Snape wrapped an arm around Remus’ waist and pulled him close, then bent to sniff at his neck. A gasp and a whimper escaped Remus’ throat as he clutched at Snape’s shoulders.
Suddenly, Snape released him and stepped back, causing Remus to whimper again, but for entirely different reasons. “You were with a woman!” he snarled.
“It was just-”
“You think you can pretend to be straight again?”
“No, Severus, I’m perfectly happy-”
“And here I thought you’d enjoyed being fucked by a man for the past six months. Was I wrong?” he murmured in his silkiest tone, stroking Remus’ jaw.
“No,” was all Remus said, not trusting himself not to beg.
“Into the bedroom.”
Yes! “Yes, Severus.” He hid his triumphant smile until he’d turned around, and then headed towards the bedroom, Snape close behind him.
* * *
Snape stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his face impassive as he watched Remus undress. He had survived for years as a spy because of his superb Occlumency skills and his unerring ability to read every expression on Voldemort’s face and to adjust his own expressions and actions accordingly. After the war he had somehow managed to find a bit of happiness, and he’d decided to hold onto it, no matter how much work that might take.
So if Snape pretended not to see the smile hovering around Lupin’s face as he tried to look guilty or the bounce in the man’s step as he hurried towards the bedroom, well, he knew that sometimes the ends did justify the means.
As he slowly removed his own robes, enjoying the hungry look Lupin was giving him, he thought that a box of chocolates might do as a thank-you gift. After all, once one cut through all the mumbo-jumbo, Sibyll could be quite shrewd and reliable.
~end~
Characters: Remus/Snape
Word count: 539?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Use of the F-word. Manipulation. Also, I wrote and posted this within an hour or so, i.e. no checking or tweaking, and it's unbeta'd.
A/N: Sequel to A Detour That Turned Into A Shortcut (which you must read first or this one won't make any sense). I can’t seem to stop. And I realized that I put Dumbledore into that ficlet as if he’s alive, when this is supposed to be post-war, not 3rd year. So please just assume for that fic that I meant his portrait. There. Problem solved.
Remus pushed open the door to his quarters and heard Snape call out to him, the scowl clear in his voice. “You’re late.”
He rounded the corner, plastering a somewhat sheepish-no, guilty expression on his face. “Erm, the party ran late, and then I got a bit sidetracked when I left.” He hesitated, then moved to the sofa where Snape was reading and bent down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “I’m for bed, then.”
“Lupin.” The dark tone stopped Remus only two steps from the sofa. He heard the book Snape had been reading hit the floor and he shuddered in delicious anticipation.
“Yes, Severus?” he replied, in as innocent a voice as he could manage. A thrill shivered up his spine as Snape came towards him, smoothly, but with an intensity that reminded Remus of a panther.
“What’s that smell?”
Oh, yes. “Smell?”
Snape came closer until he was inches from Remus. He ran his hand over Remus’ hair and then cupped the back of his neck. “You’ve got a smell on you.” As if to punctuate his point, he tightened his grip and brushed his face against Remus’, taking a few deep sniffs. “No. You’ve got someone’s smell on you.”
Remus fought not to smile or laugh with delight. “It’s a simple misunderstanding, Severus, I can explain-”
“You were with someone?”
“No, nothing like that!”
Snape wrapped an arm around Remus’ waist and pulled him close, then bent to sniff at his neck. A gasp and a whimper escaped Remus’ throat as he clutched at Snape’s shoulders.
Suddenly, Snape released him and stepped back, causing Remus to whimper again, but for entirely different reasons. “You were with a woman!” he snarled.
“It was just-”
“You think you can pretend to be straight again?”
“No, Severus, I’m perfectly happy-”
“And here I thought you’d enjoyed being fucked by a man for the past six months. Was I wrong?” he murmured in his silkiest tone, stroking Remus’ jaw.
“No,” was all Remus said, not trusting himself not to beg.
“Into the bedroom.”
Yes! “Yes, Severus.” He hid his triumphant smile until he’d turned around, and then headed towards the bedroom, Snape close behind him.
* * *
Snape stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his face impassive as he watched Remus undress. He had survived for years as a spy because of his superb Occlumency skills and his unerring ability to read every expression on Voldemort’s face and to adjust his own expressions and actions accordingly. After the war he had somehow managed to find a bit of happiness, and he’d decided to hold onto it, no matter how much work that might take.
So if Snape pretended not to see the smile hovering around Lupin’s face as he tried to look guilty or the bounce in the man’s step as he hurried towards the bedroom, well, he knew that sometimes the ends did justify the means.
As he slowly removed his own robes, enjoying the hungry look Lupin was giving him, he thought that a box of chocolates might do as a thank-you gift. After all, once one cut through all the mumbo-jumbo, Sibyll could be quite shrewd and reliable.
~end~