Starts With A Spin, Staff Edition

CHAPTER ELEVEN



The Pepperup Potion did him wonders and the next day he even felt well enough to finish marking papers. In fact, he felt well enough to do much, much more.



Snape looked up as the door to his office creaked open. It was Lupin.



"Severus, you—"



"You didn\'t knock," he spat, eyeing him coldly.



"Oh, I\'m—"



"And you\'re late!" he snapped.



"Late?"



"Twenty points from Gryffindor."



"Huh? Severus, what\'s—"



"That\'s PROFESSOR Snape to you, boy. Thirty more points from Gryffindor."



Lupin\'s eyes widened as he slowly cottoned on.



"When I set a time for detention, I expect you to abide by it."



Lupin smiled widely.



"Yes sir, Professor."



Snape rose to his feet behind his large desk and peered down at Lupin. He reeked of authority and Lupin\'s nostrils flared, drinking it in.



"And wipe that insolent smirk off your face. You\'ve got quite an attitude Mr … erm…"



"Potter, sir!" Lupin piped up, grinning madly.



Snape\'s lip curled. "Yes … Potter. I think you need a lesson in humility." He leaned over the desk, his face only inches from Remus\'. "There\'s something different about you," he purred, brushing one cheek with the back of his hand, "I just can\'t put my finger on it."



His hand slid up to Lupin\'s hair and roughly grabbed it, pulling his head back, exposing his throat. "Yes, of course," he snorted, dragging his eyes across Lupin\'s bared neck, up past his face to his forehead, "your trademark brand, compliments of my old boss. Here, allow me."



He took his wand and traced a zig-zag on Lupin\'s forehead, leaving a black smudge in the shape of a lightning bolt.



"Uh, sir?"



"YOU WILL NOT SPEAK UNLESS DIRECTED TO DO SO!" He gave a fresh yank on the blond hair and Lupin yelped, nodding meekly. "Fifty points from Gryffindor! Now, what insipid drivel were you about to bore me with?"



"My-my glasses, sir," said Lupin, grinning in spite of himself.



"Yes, of course," said Snape, releasing his grip. He bent to his desk and began to rummage through the drawers. He emerged with a pipe and placed it on the desk, then with one expert flick of his wand, they were transfigured into a pair of round spectacles. He tossed them to Lupin who promptly put them on.



"Yes," he said, beckoning Lupin over with one curled finger, "I want you to see every single thing that I intend to do to you."



He looked him up and down. "Do you have anything on your person that you would like to declare?"



Lupin shook his head. "No, sir."



"Turn out your pockets."



Remus complied. As the items piled up on the desk, Snape watched with great interest. A wand, some pocket change, a set of keys and stick of black licorice. Snape picked up the licorice and held it under Lupin\'s nose.



"Very nice, Potter. And what do you intend to do with this?"



"Erm … eat it, sir?"



"Yes, indeed, and I suppose you would tell me that you are completely unaware of the aphrodisiacal properties of this … substance?" Snape took the licorice and held it up between them. He then put his mouth to it and ran his tongue slowly and deliberately along the black swirly stick. At the top, he let the end slip into his mouth and his tongue circle the tip.



Lupin\'s glasses fogged over and he sighed.



"Ah, yes, Potter, judging from the colour in your cheeks, I\'d say you were more than aware of the power this piece possesses." He took the candy, still glistening with his own saliva, and ran it across Lupin\'s parted lips.



"Taste it, Potter," he whispered, "tell me how it makes you feel."



Lupin obediently ran his tongue over the bitter candy.



"H-hot, sir."



\'SPEAK UP, POTTER!"



"Hot, sir!"



"Hot, you say?" asked Snape, eyeing him hungrily. "Well then, perhaps you should disrobe. I want to be absolutely sure that you are not concealing any more contraband."



Another flick of his wand and Lupin stood before him, completely starkers. Snape took a moment to drink him in. He was certainly fit enough, and that more than generous cock of his was catching Snape\'s attention.



He took the still damp licorice stick and traced it down Lupin\'s chest following the twisting scars, past his navel and down to the thick, blond, pubic thatch and the heavy prize below.



"Fifty points from Gryffindor," he whispered, running the candy down his swollen member, "for having such a beautiful, fat prick."



Lupin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It wasn\'t warm in the dungeon office, but he was starting to break out in a light sweat.



Snape wandered around the back of him and continued his appraisal. Broad shoulders, narrow waist. A bit too narrow, perhaps, but Snape was not one to judge.



"Bend over, Potter, hands on the desk. I need to do a thorough search."



When Lupin complied, Snape came up behind him, pressing in closely, and circled his hands around the front of him. He let them slide down from Lupin\'s shoulders, past his hardened nipples (*tweak*), down his flat abdomen and into the warm crevice of his inner thighs. He pushed back against Snape and Severus quickly spanked his arse away. Lupin jumped in surprise and Snape raised an eyebrow.



"So that\'s what you want, is it? Spare the rod and spoil the Gryffindor?"



Lupin laughed and made to stand up, but Snape pushed roughly on the back of his neck and slapped his arse hard enough to leave a pink handprint.



"Hands on the desk, Potter! That one cost you fifty more points."



Remus made to move again, but stopped, obviously thinking better of it. Snape noticed his uncertainty and smiled smugly to himself.



Yes, you\'re still not sure, are you, Remus? Can you trust me, or can you not? It seems the worm has turned.



He again opened the top drawer of his desk, this time emerging with a riding crop. Remus visibly tensed and Snape\'s already erect prick grew even harder. He took the soft, flared leather tip and traced a light path down Lupin\'s back, letting it slide into the cleft of his arse, then pulled it away.



"Let\'s see if we can get to the truth of things, shall we?"



Lupin looked questioningly at him, but Snape just smiled.



"Now then, Potter, let\'s discuss that parchment."



Remus blanched. "Sever—"



The riding crop sliced through the air and landed with a crisp \'pop\' on Lupin\'s arse cheek.



"PROFESSOR! to you, Potter!" he spat. Lupin yelped with the sharp pain but did not remove his hands from the desk.



"Was it from Zonko\'s?"



Remus remained silent. There was another \'swish\' and another \'pop\' and Remus yelped again.



"I advise you to answer, boy, as I can keep this up all night. Tell me now, was it a Zonko\'s product?"



Snape didn\'t wait for the answer but smacked the crop against the reddening buttocks once more. This time Remus didn\'t cry out, grunting instead.



"I can\'t hear you, Potter."



"No," whispered Lupin, his voice husky.



"No, what?" said Snape, delivering another slap.



"It\'s not … a Z-Zonko\'s," managed Lupin, his breath ragged. His legs trembled slightly, and his prick was so engorged that it was slowly dripping onto the desk below.



Snape pressed up behind him, mouth to one ear and a hand on his red-hot arse. "Then tell me, Potter," he said, trailing his tongue along Lupin\'s neck, "what is it?"



"I-I … don\'t know. Sir."



Swish. Pop.



"Really?" asked Snape, although it was obviously not a question. "So, I suppose you would have no idea who this \'Moony\' person is then?"



Remus tensed and it was all the answer that Snape was looking for.



Swish. Pop.



"Let me think," he continued, "Moony, Moony, Moony. Who do we know that has ties to the moon?"



Lupin let out a low moan. He moved to touch his own aching prick, but Snape slapped his arse once more.



"Tsk, tsk," he said, eyeing the sticky dampness that had pooled beneath Lupin\'s groin, "you\'ve made quite a mess there. Clean it up!"



He pressed harshly on the back of Lupin\'s neck and he fell to his knees, his face inches from the desktop. He looked up to Snape who nodded firmly. Lupin put out a tentative tongue and licked at dampness and Snape\'s face flushed at the sight.



"That\'s right," he cooed, "all of it." Sensing the effect it was having on the man, Lupin made a production of it, lavishing the moist puddle with his tongue. Snape stood transfixed, watching him lap and lick his own fluids from the desk top. His prick rallied against his trousers, but he willed it to be still ... for now.



"Back on your feet, boy. I\'m still not finished with you."



Lupin resumed his position near the desk, hands in front of him. Snape rummaged through the drawer once more and emerged with a small phial. He walked behind Lupin who soon felt a startling coldness dripping over his buttocks and down the crack of his arse.



"This is a healing oil, Potter; we wouldn\'t want that sweet arse of yours getting infected now, would we?" His cool hands began to rub the oil in ever widening circles over his inflamed cheeks and slowly, around to his painfully swollen prick.



"Bend over, Potter," whispered Snape, coating his fingers with more of the oil, "there\'s still one place I have yet to check."



Remus complied and let out a low moan when Snape\'s fingers brushed against his slick entrance. His glasses had slipped low on his nose and his breathing was jagged and deep. He looked utterly delectable and it took all of Snape\'s considerable self-control to not bend him over the desk and take him right then.



He positioned one finger at Remus\' opening but did not enter.



"The parchment," he hissed, "Tell me what it\'s for."



He plunged the finger deep inside of Lupin\'s arse, pressing and stretching the tight hole. Lupin groaned loudly and ground his prick into the desk.



"You\'re a tough row to hoe, Potter. Perhaps you need another finger to convince you?"



Lupin grinned (or grimaced) and managed to sputter a breathy "Yes sir."



"Yes sir, what?"



"Yes sir, Professor. Another finger … perhaps it will help me remember."



"Of course. I always suspected your brains were in your arse, Potter, and this just confirms my suspicions. Let\'s see if one more finger will jog your memory."



He added a second to the first and Lupin more than moaned, he cried out an appreciative, "Professor!"



"Yes, Potter? Did that ring any bells?"



"Oh Gods, sir!" he panted, " it\'s on the tip of my tongue!"



"I only wish that it were, Potter. Perhaps later, if there\'s still time."



"I\'m awfully daft, sir. Perhaps something more … forceful and blunt might help?"



"Oh, the possibilities are endless, but since I don\'t have a ladle or bludger handy, I suppose my \'wand\' will have to do."



Snape undid the front of his trousers and spread the oil across himself, deliberately taking his sweet time. Eventually, the siren song of Remus\' freshly spanked arse became too much and he positioned himself behind the man, one hand guiding his straining prick.



He pressed forward, just breaching the opening with the tip of his cock. Lupin pressed back, slowly swallowing Snape\'s hard prick until he was completely sheathed.



Both men stilled, relishing the sensation, the tightness and fullness and mutual heat. Snape brought both hands to Lupin\'s hips and repeated his question.



"The parchment?" He withdrew halfway, then again pressed in to the hilt.



"Oh shit!" cried Lupin. "Yes!"



"Tell me." He withdrew again, and bucked forward more forcefully.



"Oh!" cried Lupin, his face contorted with pleasure. "A map!"



"Explain. It. Potter," grunted Snape, punctuating each word with a thrust.



"A map. Of the castle. Oh God, sir. Touch me, please!"



Snape leaned his weight on the other man and brought one slick hand around to grasp his heavy prick. Lupin turned to look at him and Snape had to close his eyes. With his hair mussed and damp with sweat and spectacles askew, he almost did look like young Harry. Or James.



"Fifty points," he rasped into Lupin\'s sweaty neck, "for lying to me." Remus was thrusting into his hand and Snape could tell he wouldn\'t last much longer. When the muscles in his arse clenched and pulsed through his climax, it pushed Snape over the edge as well, and he came inside the other man, choking out a breathy, "Oh Potter!"



Both men collapsed on the desk and when Snape\'s prick slid out of it\'s burrow, Lupin turned beneath him so that they were face to face—Remus completely naked, and Snape fully clothed save his spent prick.



"Fifty more points," said Snape thickly, "for debasing my desk."



Lupin grabbed Snape by the face and kissed him, wrapping his legs around his waist and pulling him closer.



"Oh Gods, Severus, that was fucking amazing!" he let his kisses trail down Snape\'s salty neck as he chuckled darkly to himself. "You\'re just so … brash and spontaneous. I love you for that!" He worked his way back up to Snape\'s mouth and Snape may have kissed him back, but he wasn\'t sure.



Five seconds ago, the world had stopped spinning on it\'s axis.



I love you? I LOVE YOU?? Did he-did he really say that? I-fucking-LOVE-YOU?



No one had ever said that to Severus Snape before. Well, no one that wasn\'t a blood relative begging for money or vital organs.



Remus was now talking about something else. Wolfsbane? Quidditch? Pythagorean theorem?



All that Snape could hear was the blood pounding in his ears.



And a firm knock at the door.



Both men jumped as the door flew open and Minerva McGonagall\'s shocked face appeared.



Snape and Remus clung to each other in surprise and Minerva\'s jaw unhinged. There was a long moment of silence until McGonagall broke it with a shrill—



"Well, butter my arse and call me a biscuit! Excuse me, gentlemen. I was coming to see if you knew anything about a missing two hundred and fifty points from Gryffindor, but I think I may have just figured it out."



Remus quickly grabbed at his spectacles and pulled them off.



Minerva turned to leave, then stopped and addressed the men once more.



"By the way, the lightning bolt? It belongs on the other side."



She smiled smugly to herself as she shut the door.









Honey soap to cleanse his body and apple shampoo for his hair. He tousled it with a fluffy pink towel then carefully parted it and combed it down straight.



He put on the clean robes that he had laid out earlier, taking care with the repressive buttons and starched cuffs.



Snape then busied himself around his living quarters, lighting candles and setting out clean glasses for the good Scotch. Remus would be arriving soon for his monthly Wolfsbane and Snape wanted the place to look nice. Homey.



Damn! Why do I never have fresh flowers around?



He looked through his stores for dried ones, but somehow Monkshood and Hemlock seemed inappropriate. He settled, instead, for an impromptu bouquet of black licorice.



After checking and re-checking the candle placement, fluffing the throw pillows and straightening the whiskey glasses, Snape sat down and waited.



Six o\'clock. I expect he\'ll be here soon.



He looked idly around the room. The fireplace, the mantle, his books lined neatly in the shelves above.



Was that the door??



He looked up expectantly, but no one was there.



Look at me, I\'ve been reduced to a pathetic Spaniel awaiting his master\'s return.



He leaned back on the sofa and absently picked the lint from his robes.



Ice! I forgot ice!



He jumped up to fetch some.



Six-thirty arrived but Lupin did not. Snape fished some half-melted ice from the bucket and poured himself a drink.



By seven o\'clock the candles had begun to burn down and Snape\'s eyes had become heavy. Eventually, his head nodded and his chin touched his chest.



He awoke spread out on some sort of altar, robes parted, chest exposed. His hands and feet were bound and his breath made plumes of smoke in the chilly, night air as he struggled against the ties. When they did not release, he stilled, waiting for who he knew would arrive.



The yellow eyes.



The wolf.



His snuffling breath announced his presence and he pressed his snout along Snape\'s body, sniffing and searching with his cold nose. Snape closed his eyes and attempted to surrender himself to the circumstances.



He\'s not a wolf. He\'s Remus. Inside he is still Remus.



"Trust me," the yellow eyes implored, "I won\'t hurt you."



"I know," Snape replied, "I do."



The wolf regarded him a moment, its expression unreadable, then slyly licked it\'s lips.



Snape barely had time to cry out before the teeth ripped at his flesh and the jaws snapped his ribs like dry twigs.



The wolf took it\'s still beating prize and slunk off into the night.







Snape awoke with a start and was relieved to find himself at home. A cold feeling of dread, however, remained deep in his chest. He checked his watch and was surprised to see that it was almost seven-thirty. If Remus didn\'t get his Wolfsbane soon, it would be too late.



He put down his watery Scotch and set about readying a goblet of Potion for Remus.



Most likely, he too is a little knackered from this morning\'s activities. His cheeks flushed with the memory and coloured even more when Remus\' words replayed in his mind.



Perhaps tonight, Severus would feel brave enough to repeat them back. His stomach did an excited flip at the possibility, and he quickly measured out the proper amount of Wolfsbane, then poured it into a goblet. He placed a No-spill spell on it, then scurried up the dungeon steps.







Remus was not in his living quarters, so the next logical place to look was his office.



Goodness me, perhaps he\'s been waiting there for me the entire time! Perhaps it\'s time for a detention of my own!



He attempted to quell his inner \'squee\' as he charged up the steps to Lupin\'s office. It, too, proved to be empty, but the door was open and swung inward when Snape knocked.



Lupin\'s office was not as grand as Snape\'s and half as tidy. Books and quills littered the desk and sheaves of parchment were strewn about. One paper in particular caught his attention. It was spread out in the middle of Lupin\'s desk and seemed to have a colony of tiny ants parading about on it.



The map! Of course.



Snape walked around the desk to have a closer look.



It really was an impressive bit of magic. It covered the entire castle and surrounding grounds, and Snape trailed his finger across it, touching familiar names.



Sprout and Trelawny were behind the Astronomy tower. Snape could almost smell the acrid smoke they were probably creating.



Dumbledore was in his office with young Seamus Finnigan. Given his startling "I\'ve Never" revelations, Snape was reticent to imagine what might be going on in there.



Hagrid was in his hut, McGonagall was in the Great Hall and yes, there he was, Severus Snape was in Remus Lupin\'s office.



Which begged the question…Where was Remus Lupin?



He visually swept the page.



Great Hall—no.



Kitchens—no.



Gryffindor towers—no.



His breath caught in his chest and he was caught in a sense of falling, of tumbling down, an overwhelming vertigo of emotion.



Remus Lupin. It seemed so obvious and glaring, now that he\'d found it and he wondered how he could have struggled to see it in the first place.



And beside the name Remus Lupin, in black tidy letters, stood another.



Sirius Black.



A small sound escaped him and he placed a shaking hand over his mouth to quell any more that might come. He willed his inner turmoil to still. To quiet. To simply not be.



The wolf betrayed me.



Another sound leaked out of his mutinous chest and he banged his fists on the map.



Stop it! Stop this at once! You will NOT waste one more second mourning that horrid wolf!



A single tear fell from his cheek and onto the map, falling between the Remus Lupin and the Sirius Black, smudging the ink and blending them into one. And they most certainly WERE one. Both liars. Both traitors. They deserved each other.



No, the only thing they deserve is the Dementor\'s Kiss.



He swiped a black sleeve across his eyes, turned heel and left the room, the goblet of Wolfsbane forgotten on the desk.



The End