Mate

A/n ~ Forgive me!!! I’ve been swamped with uni work. In my final year and everything is like *flail*SOMUCHWORKTODO!*flail*

I’m downing coffee by the gallon and twitching everywhere I go. But I have not forgotten Mate!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any profit.

A week had passed, and Severus had forgiven Remus but hadn’t done anything more than a few casual touches when they had snatched moments to themselves. He had brewed a few more jars of the dream sharing potion and mailed some to Remus. There, they had shared stories of their childhood, and just talked. But nothing else.

Remus was beginning to feel very frustrated, his wolf agreed.

Sirius was still in the doghouse, so to speak. James had told him not to worry; Remus would come round, just like he did with the Shrieking Shack incident. Sirius wasn’t too sure. He remembered that night. If Severus – and he was pretty sure it was Ol’ Snivvely – hadn’t gotten between them, he was sure the wolf would have killed him. He told himself it was just the wolf, though; Remmy wouldn’t have hurt him.

But it did get him thinking about why the wolf was interested in Snivelus when he was the far superior choice; he even had a form that would allow the wolf to satisfy itself during the full moon. What did Severus have? Nothing!

His brooding lead him to the Library, and to the books on werewolf behaviour. Not that Remmy said they were any good. All wrong and got the facts distorted. But he might just find a clue, something that would help him puzzle out the wolf’s behaviour.

“Black,” a silky voice drawled behind him. He grunted in response. Lucius sat on an empty chair and Sirius shoved the werewolf books further down. “Werewolves? Care of Magical Creatures or Defence?”

“Defence,” Sirius replied shortly. “What do you want, Malfoy?”

“Our... agreement, Black. They are back together. What happened?”

“How in the name of Merlin’s soiled panties do you expect me to know? Remus is hardly speaking to me.”

“Yes, about that,” Lucius commented, resting hands on the wooden table. “Is there trouble in paradise?” Sirius raised his head and glared at him. “Ah, a painful matter. Really, Black, you are such a Gryffindor.”

“Yeah whatever. You wanted me for something?”

“Ah yes!” Lucius exclaimed, as if he had sat down to pass nothing but the time of day with Sirius. “The plan is dependent on your continuing friendship with Lupin, so I suggest you kiss his arse... or whatever it is you Gryffindor deviants do at night in your tower. I was going to suggest driving a wedge in between them – not catching one cheating, more like convincing them – subtly mind – that we are better for the respective partner. I do not intend to lose. I am a Malfoy and we get whatever we want.”

“Of course you do,” Sirius drawled. “Incidentally, Mother is pleased that the contract between your father and dearest Cissy is almost completed.” He gave a simpering smile, worthy of his pure-blood status. Lucius laughed; it seemed Black was more Slytherin than he assumed. His family was a good influence on him, it seemed.

“Narcissa is a very attractive woman, and a worthy mate and mother to a Malfoy heir. We neither of us have more than affection for each other, but I understood your threat.”

***

“So have you forgiven Black yet?” Severus asked, head on Remus’s chest.

“No, I haven’t.”

“You should. It’s hurting you.” He kissed Remus’s skin gently. He’d forgotten how nice Remus tasted. He trailed his tongue up his neck, to his lips and kissed them deeply. Remus had stilled, enjoying his mate’s exploration, but not wanting to scare him off.

“Oh Severus! It’s been so, so long.” Severus agreed, moaning with delight. Remus rolled them around so Severus was below him. Where he belongs, his wolf said, urging him to bite the luscious neck held to the side in quiet submission. Remus sucked on the mark, deepening it; the sad thing about it being a dream is that the mark wouldn’t transfer to real life. But it also meant that he could mark Severus as much as he wanted.

“Oh Merlin, Remus,” Severus panted. Remus chuckled, licking down and sucking on a nipple, biting it hard, then laving it with his tongue in apology.

“I want you, Severus. I’ve wanted you all week. I need to feel you around me. I want to fuck your delectable arse, hear you moaning my name, begging me to let you come,” he purred, hand trailing down Severus’s stomach, ghosting his erect cock.

“Yes, yes do that! Now! Please.”

Remus was in no mood for more foreplay than would make his mate comfortable; he tore their remaining clothes off, stretched Severus and sank into his delightful arse.

“Oh yes,” Severus moaned, pushing back against Remus. “Fuck me hard, right now!” And what could Remus do but comply, removing his cock and thrusting inside hard, angling each thrust to hit Severus’s prostate. His chanting of ‘yes, yes, yes,’ was music to his ears. The wolf inside him growled, raising closer to the surface despite being three weeks till the full moon. He wanted his mate, was trembling in Remus’s skin at being denied the ability to sate himself.

“Oh fuckingMerlinyessogoodREMUSYES!” Severus screamed, coming over their chests. Remus howled as he came in Severus’s spasming channel.

“Merlin, Remus,” Severus croaked, voice rough from screaming. Remus opened his eyes and blushed.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, concerned. “I’m so so sorry! That’s... as rough as I’d get nearer to the full moon.”

“Moony was close to the surface, wasn’t he?” Severus shivered at Remus’s nod; Merlin, Moony had fucked him. God that sent waves of pure desire through him. He imagined being ordered onto all fours and having Moony’s body mounting him, claiming him as a wolf claims his mate.

“Severus?” Remus sniffed the air, growling. His mate was going to kill him! He was sure of it. He couldn’t want... surely? But if Severus wanted him again, then Remus would rise to the occasion.

It was Severus’s turn to blush this time. All he said was, “I am joining you on the next full moon, Remus. I... I want you. All of you.” And didn’t that make the wolf happy?

***

“REMUS!” A voice, calling in his ear woke him from the dream. He sat bolt upright, a snarl on his lips. He blinked into James’s face.

“Prongs? I was—”

“—dreaming,” James finished, smirking at him. “Good dream was it?” He cocked his head to the side, gesturing imperiously to the mess on the sheets. Remus raised a brow, daring James to comment. “Scourgify. Remus,” he said on Remus’s bed. “... Are you in love with Severus?”

Remus sat up, ruffling his hair. “Yeah. Yeah I am. Why, James? Got a problem with it?” And there, there was the wolf, a hint of a growl in his voice.

“No. Well, yes, it’s Severus Snape. I can’t understand it, but I guess that doesn’t matter, hmm? I’ve thought about it. Yes, I do occasionally think, Moony!” James retorted in response to the teasing wondering look on Remus’s face. “And I’ve thought... you were with him since Christmas, right? And you were happy and I liked seeing you happy. Then something happened the other week and you weren’t. I guess you had a row or something about Sirius kissing you. But what I’m trying to say is: I hate Sniv...Severus. I do. But if he makes you happy, I guess I can accept that. I won’t tone down on the teasing because his Slytherin friends might get curious, but I’ll accept it. I’m your friend, Moony.” Remus had tears in his eyes at his closest friend’s acceptance of his mate.

“Thanks James, that means a lot to me.”