He's My Mate!

Disclaimer: Don’t own or make money off Harry Potter or it’s characters…

AN:

I’m having so much fun writing this! I haven’t stopped! ^_^ My poor mother though, she’s been waiting for me to finish so I run errands for her all day… ^^; Oh well…

Thank yous go to: tamargrl, cho-sa, Shinessobright, andie, Anon and aSeveruslover!

Warnings: Eh… Hm… There’s groping, kissing, licking, biting and an unhappy Severus! ^_^ (Can you all tell how much I love him?)

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Chapter 3

Why had Sirius had to come in at that moment? He’d nearly had Severus shirtless! Just a few more minutes and that bloody jacket would have been gone, and a few more moments after that the white shirt he knew Severus wore underneath it would have left his lithe body in his appreciative veiw.

“That was scary.”

“Yes?” He murmured absently, his thoughts still on Severus.

“Yes!” They were walking back to Remus’ rooms, Sirius walking next to Remus with a look of pity on his face. “I thought you were joking when you said you’d actually want to sleep with him!”

Remus sighed, “Why do you think I go through a phase like this? Hm? Because I want to?” Remus rolled his eyes, skin tingling, his lips aching.

He’d been so close… So close, just a few millimetres away from Severus. He’d only had to lean forward a bit more and he could have tasted his skin. But he’d felt how rigid Severus had become when he pulled him against him, it had slowed his actions. He’d had to practically fight himself from throwing him on top of the counter and having him there.

But no he would take his time with Severus. He was a careful man and enjoyed everything he did slowly, savoring the time. No doubt he didn’t have much to savior. No… He’d get Severus exactly like the Potions Master liked. Or he’d at least try to.

He ignored Sirius’ gaze, his mind replaying the event. His thoughts elsewhere…

Severus really did have a lovely neck. It was long, thin and elegant, just like the rest of him. He’d always wondered why Severus hid it. He could feel himself grow hard and his mind quickly went to the way his potion tasted, that foul liquid burning his insides as it slid down his throat. It quickly put an end to his budding erection.

They were in Lupin’s rooms ten minutes later and Sirius wasn’t surprised when Remus excused himself to go to the bathroom.

He frowned, hadn’t anyone told Snape about Remus? His eyes scanned the many book shelves around the room. Dumbledore was probably busy. Yes, that was it! Snape would learn of his colleague’s feelings for him soon.

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He set his cane against the wall, carefully moving over to the green armchair by the fire. He shrugged off his vest after undoing the many buttons, and undid the cuffs on his white shirt.

Dumbledore hadn’t helped in the slightest. He’d simply cast it away and moved to changing the subject, saying stuff like:

“Sit down and have a cup of tea with me.”

“I do not drink tea.”

“How’s your knee Severus?”

“Sore, now about Lupin…”

“Yes, he seems to like staying here.”

It was absolutely infuriating, in the end he’d stormed out, nearly falling down the stairs as his knee gave way. A few minutes of sitting on the bottom step saw him get up and limp down to the dungeons again.

He sighed and turned, hoping to have a small glass of brandy. “Just one gla – Lupin! What are you doing in my quarters?”

“I have something I would like to show you.” He replied, a smirk on his lips. Severus was on the verge of asking how he’d gotten into his personal quarters when he remembered that he hadn’t locked the door, believing he was only going to be away for a few minutes. His eyes snapped up to Lupin’s as the werewolf stepped closer.

His hands seemed to twitch, almost as if he was waiting to hold a treasure. Severus’ eyes flickered down to them, before moving back to his near orange eyes.

“Out of my rooms Lupin.” He sneered, going over to the small cabinet on the opposite side of the room. He shivered as he poured the glass, finding Lupin’s gaze on his back. He turned around and ran into the man.

Remus pushed him up against the wall, his forearms resting against the wall by Severus’ head.

“You really do have a lovely neck.” He purred, his lips sliding gently over the skin below Severus’ ear. “And a lovely jaw.” He pecked along Severus’ jaw, ignorant of Severus’ wide eyes and rigid posture.

Snape seemed to find himself amongst all of the panicked and confused and jumbled thoughts and attempted to push Lupin away, “Lupin, what are you doing? Let go!” He struggled, pushing up against the werewolf. He soon found his arms trapped between them.

Remus was seemingly entranced by the Slytherin’s pale skin and twisted neck as he sucked and licked on it, moaning quietly. Severus’ head twisted to the side in the vain attempt to stop Lupin, or at least discourage him. Severus bit back a gasp as he felt Lupin nip his ear, grabbing his wrists with one hand.

“You’re gorgeous Severus, everything I can see…” His other hand was busy undoing Severus’ shirt, his hips keeping Severus up against the wall. Severus could feel Lupin’s arousal pressed against him, “Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Lupin, what are you doing? Let go. This isn’t funny.”

“I want you.” Severus’ already wide eyes grew wider as Lupin licked his throat, and murmured the words again and again and again, making his way down to the Slytherin’s shoulders.

Severus was in a panic, his legs feeling like he’d been hit with the jelly-legs curse.

Remus Lupin was going to rape him.

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Sirius stared at the bathroom door with worry. Moony had been in there an awfully long time.

He sighed and moved to press his ear to the door, hearing silence. He straightened and knocked, “Remus, Moony, you alright in there?” When there was no reply, he knocked again, repeating himself. When it was silent again he swore and withdrew his wand. “Alohomora.” He spoke quietly, listening as the lock clicked off.

He yanked the door open and was surprised to find an empty room. His eyes darted about, taking in the clean sink, the sparkling bathtub and… The open window?

“Shit!”

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“Lupin – Lupin, I don’t want this.” He was near hysterical.

Remus paused in his ministrations, “Really? Why not, I can’t wait much longer.” He whispered huskily, still smirking. “And I know you’re lying when you say that. I can smell it.”

Severus was losing the battle he and Lupin were having over his shirt. He’d managed to keep on for the most part, but Lupin was steadily getting rougher, and he knew that with the way he was acting, Severus had no chance of fighting him off. Trust him to leave his wand by his vest too.

“Stop it.” He said finally, his voice deep and silky. Remus hesitated from in his place, his lips poised on Severus’ shoulder.

Severus was panting.

Yes, to some point he was enjoying Lupin’s mouth.

No, Remus was not in his right of mind.

“I – I don’t want to hurt you.” Seeing that Lupin was distracted, almost as if he was finally seeing what he was doing, Severus pushed him hard, stumbling away from the startled werewolf. Remus was straight and eyeing him again within the minute, but Severus had made it to the couch and was standing crookedly with his wand out.

“What’s wrong with you Lupin? Why are you acting like this?” He kept his wand ready as a lustful glint made itself known in Lupin’s eyes.

“I want you. Now come here, I don’t want to chase you around with that leg of yours. It’ll disrupt your performance.” Severus nearly fell over with that one, and grabbed the back of the couch as he rounded it, placing it between himself and Lupin.

Lupin didn’t seemed to be put off, and grinned as he advanced. Severus panicked, “Petrificus Totalis.” He said clearly, causing Lupin to go rigid and fall forward. He was immediately by the fireplace, flooing Dumbledore.

The headmaster was down a minute later, Black in his wake. They took in the disgruntled looking Severus and the petrified Lupin, still laying face first on the ground.

“What happened?” Black bellowed, running over to Remus and turning him over. He undid the spell and was surprised to find that Remus immediately turned to Snape who had quickly done up his buttons.

“I love it when you play hard to get.” Severus blinked and stepped back as Remus moved to stand up, finding Black had latched onto his shoulders when he had. The Headmaster seemed content watching from the fireplace.

“Remus get a hold of yourself.”

“Let go Black!” He’d bellowed back.

Severus had moved back around the couch. “Can someone explain to me what’s happened to Lupin!” His voice was still silky, but held a hint of venom in it, and slight fright.

“I’m in heat! Now get back here, you can’t leave me like this!” He said in a pathetic voice as he continued to struggle and kick, before finally having enough, whirling and punching Sirius in the cheek. Severus and Sirius seemed too shocked to move as Remus launched himself at Snape and clung to him, his lips attaching themselves to his neck again.

“Lupin!”

“Remus! Let go of him!”

Again Remus swung at Sirius, but Black jumped back, eyes wide as Lupin’s arms encircled the smaller Snape protectively, “No! Mine!” As if to prove his point, Remus tilted Severus’ head up and kissed his lips brutally. Snape struggled again his hands finding Remus’ shoulders and pushing. He could do nothing but glare at Lupin as the werewolf pulled him against himself again, releasing his lips.

There was a clearing of a throat and all three men stared over at the Headmaster. “Now Remus, we all know that, but I need to talk to Severus. Would you mind if we stepped outside?”

“No! He’s,” He tilted his head and motioned to Sirius, “Trying to take Severus away from me.”

Sirius was now looking incredibly like a fish as Dumbledore continued, “I assure you, dear boy that Sirius will not harm, or touch Severus in anyway. Now please, I need to talk with Severus.”

Remus seemed hasty in his decision and to Severus’ relief released him and let him step away. Snape was quick to follow Dumbledore and had started his rant as soon as the door had clicked after him.

“In heat?! Headmaster, you could have told me! I was nearly raped in there!”

“I assure you Severus, Remus would not have harmed you and I am sure that had I told you, you would have locked yourself in your rooms. I did not want that.” The Headmaster’s eyes twinkled.

Severus noticed and snarled, “Take that twinkle out of your eyes! This is not in the least bit amusing!” Severus leant against the wall, rubbing his knee furiously.

“Of course not.” He said comfortingly, “But I must ask, that you at least pretend to like Remus.” He had a smile on his face as he moved back to the door, “Did something happen between you both while you were younger, because I’ve only seen lust this strong between werewolf and veela marriages?”

“What? No! I wouldn’t touch that vile…”

Dumbledore nodded, cutting off Severus’ rant before it had begun, “Yes, I know. I had to ask. He seems to think you’re already his mate. I’m sure if you ask him politely he will not… Bed you, but you can survive his affectionate ways.”

“Bed me? Headmaster! You saw what he did to me! Can’t I have any peace?”

Severus was livid. How dare Dumbledore ask this of him? He was a free man! And it was his body! He didn’t want to be the sex object to one of the headmaster’s favourites, because lets face it he wouldn’t do that for him! He growled, feeling disgusted with himself.

After a moment he sighed in defeat, knowing he couldn’t refuse anything Dumbledore asked him to do. Well… There were a few things he wouldn’t, but he wasn’t going to remind himself of them at that moment.

“I just have to let him-” He cringed, “Cuddle me?”

“Yes, though I have a feeling he’s going to be a bit more affectionate than that. After all… The entire purpose for his ‘problem’ is so he can reproduce. But you can keep him under control; werewolves tend to be protective of their mates and refuse to harm them.”

Severus cringed, but was thankful. Maybe Lupin would be fine with a few hand jobs… He shook the thought from himself as soon as it finished. He was not going to do anything else.

“Oh Severus, quit looking so put off, I’ve known about that ‘crush’ of yours since you were a student. It shouldn’t be too hard for you to enjoy his actions.”

Severus almost pouted, “Fine.”

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DF: Wooo… Done again… I’m having so much fun! And poor Black, I think Dumbledore’s just put him out of a job… Oh well… I’ve never held much sympathy for him anyway…

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