Mate

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Severus is feeling mean in my head. Enjoy

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The Christmas holidays passed quite fast, especially for the young Slytherin who felt out of touch with reality. A werewolf? And not just any werewolf. Remus Lupin. Severus wondered how that would affect the bullying of the other two-thirds of his pathetic trio.

The last day of the holidays found them in a gazebo construct on the grass by the lake. Severus was lying on his back, looking up at the clouds and Remus was sat next to him, leaning on his arm. It was almost idyllic, Severus thought as he slowly turned his head to focus on what Remus was saying.

“Mmm,” he said, agreeing, not that he had any idea to what, though. Remus leaned over and kissed him. “Mmmm!” Severus moaned, looping his arms around the other boy and pulling so that Remus was practically lying on top of him. “Remus!” He gasped, breaking away for air.

“Severus,” Remus purred in that delightful way that the sneaky werewolf had found travelled right down to Severus’s cock. Merlin, but Severus was perfect for Remus, in every way. He’d heard the horror stories of people who found out they were mates to werewolves, and refuse them because of the fact they were werewolves. Severus wasn’t like that. Severus was delicious, and open-minded, and delicious, and he didn’t care that Remus turned furry once a month. And what’s more, Severus was by his nature a submissive, and since Remus was an alpha, this suited him immensely.

“Oh Merlin!” Severus breathed as Remus attached himself to Severus’s neck and started licking and biting and sucking there. “No... not here, Remus!” He protested as Remus ignored him and worked open his shirt. Skilled fingers played his body, pinching a nipple and Severus arched his back towards Remus.

“Oh yes,” Remus growled. “Yes you like that, don’t you, hmm?”

“Yes! Please Remus,” he panted, begging, his head thrashing on the ground.

“Anything, my love, my mate. Anything. What do you want?”

“More, oh gods, I want more, but... but not here where anyone can see.” Remus growled again and kissed him.

“No one is around, love.”

“But there might be at anytime.” Oh gods, why was he protesting when Remus was doing that and it felt so good? That consisted of Remus’s mouth on one of his nipples, biting and sucking before switching and doing the same to the other, then switching again. Severus knew he had to stop this soon, or Merlin knew what might happen. Not that it would be a bad thing, necessarily. But Severus didn’t want to rush anything. Remus knew and understood that when they talked, and Severus had to remind himself that Remus had warned him that this could happen if they kissed. Remus sensed Severus wanted it, and would do anything to please, and pleasure his mate.

“Someone might see me naked and decide they want me.” Dangerous, but it had to be done. Remus lifted his head slowly and stared into Severus’s eyes.

“You are MINE! No one else’s! Mine!” And Merlin if the dark possession in Remus’s eyes didn’t want to make Severus go limp and pliant. He moaned, knowing he would give himself so fully – eventually – to Remus.

“Yours,” Severus agreed. “But I...

“Come on,” Remus said, standing and offering a hand to his mate. “Let’s go back inside. For one, it’s warmer there.” Severus buttoned his shirt before taking the hand. Once on his feet, he kissed the wolf once again before gesturing for Remus to lead the way.

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“Ahhh Remus, dear boy!” Dumbledore’s voice caught them as they were making their sneaky way, or as sneaky a way as sneaky can be when every five or so steps Remus had to press him against the wall in a passionate kiss. Severus was throbbing and tingling from head to foot with need. He never remembered feeling this way before, not even when he and... well, not even when he had slept with his only other lover. He just wanted submit to Remus’s desires, meet his need, and get his own met in return.

But that was stopped when that damned voice from that damned man with the damned twinkle in his damned eyes came around the corner.

“Professor,” Remus growled. Dumbledore’s eyes widened slightly and Severus felt a stab of petty vengeance. Ha! Take that, you nosey old coot! Then Dumbledore’s smile widened and Severus suppressed a groan. He was up to something. He always was. Severus narrowed his eyes.

“Remus, I need you to come help me with something, right away. It’s a dire emergency, you know,” he said, happily, almost bouncily if Severus thought the headmaster was likely to bounce. He eyed the old man critically for a second and concluded that he might just do that if has any more of those blasted sweets.

“Right now, Professor?” Remuse asked sceptically. Dumbledore nodded and Remus groaned. Severus knew Remus was going to accept. Remus was a bloody prefect and nigh on perfect student!

When Remus nodded and turned his eyes on Severus, with that expression of... well Severus couldn’t read the expression. He wished he could say it was all right to the wolf, he really did; but it wasn’t all right. Severus turned his heal and left, his name echoing the empty hallways of the school.