He's My Mate! -reposted-

Disclaimer: I don’t own or make any money off Harry Potter…

Thank you to Ceridwen, setosgirl and

Fenris Mourningstar: *is blushing brightly* Thank you! Humour isn’t something that comes to me easily, so I’m glad that you find this so amusing, Angst is usually what my writing is… My spell check is weird, it skips words… ^^; Unfortunate actually, I usually correct them in my mind and forget to correct them on paper… ^_^ Again, thank you…

Warnings: Eh… Masturbation… I hate putting up warnings… ==;

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Chapter 4

That night was an eye opener for Severus. He’d been kissed breathless twice, had to escape exploring hands five times, had to warn off Lupin’s verbal advancements several times and now he had to put up with the werewolf eyeing him continuously since he’d returned to the room.

He heard Remus sigh and when he didn’t turn around, Remus let out another sigh, frustrated and forced this time, “I want you.” Remus practically moaned from his position, lying on his back on Severus’ couch.

Severus ignored him completely, continuing his letter writing. It was to his muggle cousin – a person that the majority of the people who knew Severus, didn’t know existed – and he was nearing the end of it now.

“What are you doing?”

Severus jumped slightly, glaring over his shoulder to find a too innocent looking Lupin staring over his shoulder, finding his eyes trailing up it to his neck then ear. The wolf grinned broadly and moved to nibble on it, but Severus moved, much to Remus’ disdain.

“I’m writing a letter.” He answered grumpily, with a frown on his face.

“To who?”

Severus smirked at the threatening growl in Lupin’s voice, replying silkily, “A loved one Lupin.”

He felt Lupin’s hands cup the tops of his shoulders, squeezing tightly, massaging the muscles. It was like he was being compressed in on himself, though the pain was drenched in pleasure. Severus had to hold back a groan.

No! If he was going to let Lupin have him, it was going to be when he could think properly and could tell who exactly he was touching and kissing. Not out of his mind on hormones!

“Severus…” Remus nibbled on his ear and Severus would have sworn he could hear him purring, jealousy streaking his words, “There isn’t another is there?”

“No.”

“Good.” The next thing he knew was that he’d been lifted up and over Lupin’s shoulder, the letter still on the desk, his quill on the floor, most likely ruined.

“Lupin! Put me down! I’ve had enough of you today!”

“Oh you have not,” Remus replied, almost cheekily, “We haven’t even made it to bed yet.”

“What?” Severus spluttered as he was placed gently down on his bed, and Remus straddling his hips. He watched with wide eyes as Lupin leant down to start licking and biting his neck again, holding Severus’ hands with his own. He struggled to grasp the werewolf’s shoulders and when he did pushed him back pathetically.

“I know you like this Severus,” Remus’ voice was low, a husky growl. Oh Merlin, did he have to talk with his voice like that? “I can feel it and your reaction…” He raised his head to smirk at the Potions Master, “You’re not fighting back enough to not want this.”

Severus frowned, cursing himself. It was true. If he really didn’t want Lupin to continue, he’d have been dumped on the floor and hexed. Why did Lupin have to be in this state? He groaned to himself, a noise which Remus took as encouragement. There was no way Lupin would want him without the extra testosterone.

He was the ‘Greasy Haired Git!’ after all.

“I do not want this.” He tried to make his voice icy, but failed miserably as Lupin’s hands caressed his now bared skin. Remus’ hands never stopped. They’d released Severus’ to start on the man’s buttons for the third time that day. His tongue slid down the middle of the Severus’ chest, “Lupin… No.”

The werewolf stopped stripping Severus and climbed off the bed, his amber eyes sparkling with lust. He stripped off his shirt and pants, leaving himself in his boxers. Severus didn’t move to remove his pants as Lupin discarded his shirt. Almost shyly he let his eyes travel down the werewolf’s body, flushing slightly when they reached tented red boxers. He turned onto his side to look in the opposite direction, feeling the bed sink as Lupin climbed on.

To his relief he didn’t try to remove his slacks, but again went rigid as Remus let out a moan.

He would not turn around, he would not turn around. He couldn’t help it. As Lupin’s moans continued and Severus heard his breath come out in short bursts, he’d turned slightly, flushing darkly as he watched Remus.

He was pleasuring himself, one hand stroking his entire length, the other playing with the sensitive tip. Remus was watching him with half lidded eyes, which closed as he started thrusting in his hand, grunting as he did so.

Severus could feel himself growing hard, but his pride would not let himself to do anything about it. He wasn’t going to take advantage of Lupin’s aroused state. But Remus kept panting and moaning, biting his lip and arching erotically off the bed. Severus could see the sweat shining on him in the dim light.

“Severus!”

And it was over, Severus was quickly looking away again as Lupin lay limp on his bed, panting. He felt the bed sink right behind him, feeling Lupin’s damp chest pressed against his bare back. To his surprise he felt Lupin’s erection pressed against his bum.

Again? So soon?

He then felt Lupin’s hand moving to undo the button on his pants. “No.” Merlin, didn’t the stupid werewolf know when to give up?

Lupin stilled, and Severus felt him press a light kiss to his neck and sigh. He was asleep soon after, Severus could feel his calmed breath on his neck. Severus sighed in relief; finally he could get some sleep. He flinched when he felt Remus’ fingers brush his stomach, dangerously close to his still active groin.

He wasn’t going to last another six days.

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“Albus was it smart to leave Remus with Snape? I mean… The guy might take advantage of Remus’ current state!” Sirius was sitting in Albus’ office, a bottle of butterbeer in his hand.

The Headmaster chuckled. “I don’t believe Severus has it in him to do such a thing.”

Black snorted, “He’s a Death Eater! He can do anything that despicable.”

“Sirius,” Dumbledore said, his exasperation barely showing in his tone, “Voldemort is no more, there is no room in today’s society for his name now that he is gone. I believe it’s time you gave up your grudge, and make peace, Remus will not have you insulting his mate.” The Headmaster smiled at the thought and went back to his writing.

Sirius nodded, not really listening. He’d heard it all before, after all. “I still think Remus has lost it. I mean… Snape! What does he see in the guy?”

“Remus can see past the sneer, temper and as you call it, greasy hair.”

“But that’s all there is too him! Besides that huge nose...”

Dumbledore shook his head sadly. Sirius’ grudge would get him in trouble one day, and if the soon-to-be couple downstairs were to be what he thought they were, it would be very soon.

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Remus frowned as he felt Severus try and remove himself from his arms. He knew he should let go, but this was what he was talking about when he mentioned locking himself in his rooms.

He knew he’d be clingy, and he knew he would be… Persistent. He knew he’d be violating Severus’ personal space whenever he had the chance. But he’d get him. He would. He’d have Severus as his willing mate even if he’d had to throw Sirius out a window to prove it. His eyes opened and he was surprised to find the room littered with artificial sunlight.

Severus tried to move again.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He whispered with a growl. Severus went rigid in his arms, and he saddened slightly. Why wouldn’t he give in?

Remus’ eyes traveled down Severus’ torso. He felt a protective growl crawl up his throat. “Who did this?” One of his hands traced a scar. They littered Severus’ body, or what he could see of it.

Severus ignored him, “I need to go to the bathroom.” He said. He was relieved when Remus’ arm retreated. He quickly got up and walked off. Both he and Remus noticed the white stain on the back of the Potions Master’s pants and Lupin had the decency to look sheepish, though a moment later he was smirking lewdly.

When the door had clicked shut, Remus laid spread out on the bed and took a look around. It was a rather comfortable looking room, he noted, spying a book on the table a bit a ways from the bed. His brow creased when he recognized it to be a muggle book. The author was the same one an old friend of his liked.

He heard the door open and turned to find a rather displeased looking Snape. “Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“No. Between you humping my back, moaning in my ear and trying to get into my pants, I only got to sleep a few hours.” Severus it seemed was not a morning person.

Remus flushed slightly, but again a smirk graced his lips. “I told you I want you.”

“Humph, you’re not in your right mind at the moment Lupin. I don’t think you’d want me without your ‘problem’.” He mimicked the tone the Headmaster used and grabbed another pair of pants from the cupboard. He moved into the bathroom to change.

Remus pouted when he noticed that Severus wouldn’t be changing in front of him. He watched as Severus limped over to a basket and dropped his clothes in there. He got up and pulled on a pair of pants, “Would you like me to rub it?”

Severus’ eyes snapped up to Lupin’s, “What?”

“Your knee is hurting; would you like me to rub it?” Remus was behind Severus now. He stopped himself from staring and growling. Why wouldn’t Snape just leave his shirt off?

“No. I have things to do today.”

“Like what?” He asked with a laughing tone in his voice. Merlin, would he ever get him? Didn’t Severus see he wasn’t faking or anything of the sort?

Severus cleared his throat, “I have a book that needs reading. Now, please move.”

He really was limping badly, Remus noted. He sighed and again, picked up the Potions Master (he was far too light for Remus’ liking) and laid him on the bed, dodging a foot Severus sent viciously at him. After fighting Severus to keep still, he began to rub. Gently at first, like he wasn’t there, then harder. He growled, “Take these off.”

He quickly reached for the hem of Severus’ pants, quickly snapping the button from its hole. He found Severus’ protesting hands on his as he went to yank them down.

“Lupin!” He growled dangerously. “Get a grip of your hormones!” He kicked, hitting Lupin in the gut before he hurriedly buttoned his pants and slid off the bed, hobbling out of the room. Remus was left curled up and staring.

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Dumbledore was surprised when Severus limped through the staffroom door, “Good morning my boy! How are things with Remus?” He was even more surprised when Severus didn’t answer verbally and in stead sent him a very cold glare and angrily made his coffee. “Child, what is wrong?”

“I do not want to talk about it! Least of all with you!”

Albus was taken aback by the outburst. And his heart went cold. Had Remus actually hurt Severus? Oh Merlin, he hoped not! He didn’t want to lose the trust of a man he’d worked so hard to gain as a friend. He stood up hurriedly as Severus staggered out of the room.

Where would Sirius be at this time of morning?

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“Moony?” The door creaked open as he stepped inside, peering around the room. “Remus?” He whispered again.

He heard a faint whimper from the next room, and crept across the room. He stared into the other room. Remus was curled up on the bed, a pathetic aura surrounding him. Sirius swore, “Remus? What’s happened? That git didn’t hurt you did he?” He stopped in his tracks as Remus growled at him, and he stopped a few feet away from the large bed.

“Don’t call him that.”

He nodded grimly, moving to kneel by the bed, staring into Remus’ face, “Did he hurt you?” He asked again.

“No.”

“Are you alright?”

There was silence, then a barely audible whisper, “No.”

“What’s wrong?” Sirius asked lamely, feeling useless. He went to place a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Don’t touch me.” He withdrew sorely, Remus sighed. “He’s angry with me.” Sirius didn’t know what to do. He sighed and sat down, “He doesn’t feel comfortable around me, he doesn’t feel comfortable around himself.” Remus spoke in an emotionless monotone.

“What do you mean?”

Remus ignored him, “So many scars.” He said absently. He sat upright, his eyes dangerously narrowed. He growled.

Sirius had jumped back and was watching Remus with worried eyes, his mouth agape as the werewolf stood up and stalked out of the room, half naked, growling and practically foaming from the mouth.

“Remus!” He quickly grabbed a shirt for the werewolf and ran after him, amazed by Remus’ new found speed; he’d never known the werewolf for being a runner. “Remus! Slow down! Goddamn wolf,” Sirius muttered.

He was surprised to find Remus running towards the Forbidden Forest, seemingly ignorant of the staring Hagrid. Hagrid waved to him and sent him a confused look. Sirius shook his head, “It’s a long story.” He heard the grounds keeper follow him as he jogged into the forest. “I don’t know where he went!”

“Incendo!”

Hagrid pointed to their right, clambering after Black, “That way!”

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Remus’ eyes darted around the forest floor, heart racing as he continued to run. Severus was around here, behind a tree, he had to be. He could feel it.

The dead leaves felt cold under his bare feet and he could feel the moisture in the air. It got cooler the further you went into the forest. How far had Severus gone?

“Severus!” He shouted, stepping over a root. He heard leaves scrunching and moving, his feet carrying him towards the sounds. Was that panting? It had to be Severus!

Severus was lying on the ground, clutching his injured leg. He was staring wide eyed at several acrocromulas, all of them larger than a basketball. Severus’ wand was lying a few feet away from him.

Remus let out a shout and was in front of Severus instantly, the man’s wand clutched in his hand.

“Incendo!” He bellowed, fire shooting out of the raised wand. It hit two of the spiders, scaring a few others. “Incendo!” He repeated again. Steam had started to rise from the damp leaves. He yelled it again, repeating himself a few more times, scaring off all the spiders, before he turned to Severus.

He looked utterly disgruntled. He stared up at him with wide eyes. “Are you alright?” He asked in a soft voice, gathering Severus into his arms. To his relief Severus didn’t fight back, instead curling into him.

“Remus.” His heart skipped a beat as Severus’ hand stroked his chest lightly, “Put a shirt on.”

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DB: I couldn’t resist it! I really couldn’t! ^^;

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