Starts With A Spin, Staff Edition

The pink robes turned out to be not a bad thing after all. Severus decided that if he was going to make a spectacle of himself then he would do it with style. He picked out a set of velvet dress robes with gold detailing on the sleeves and hem and transfigured the black fabric to a soft rich pink and the gold border to a deep burgundy.



As homely as he was, he certainly had to admit to himself as he stood in front of his mirror, that pink really was his colour. It contrasted nicely with his dark hair and gave his pale cheeks a healthy flush. Although…that flush could also be attributed to the ladies\' knickers that he had put on that morning. They were men\'s pants in the wardrobe but as soon as he put his feet through the leg openings and pulled them up past his knees, they instantly changed into tight, lacy knickers. He tried another pair but to no avail, as they too transformed into frilly things, as did the next pair and the next.



He briefly considered going without, but a dare was a dare and they were just knickers, honestly, how hard could it be?



Rock hard, apparently.



They seemed to pinch and constrict his private areas in a most….frustratingly arousing way. The material itself was silky and pleasing but the elastic hems were too tight. In fact, the entire thing was not cut with the added roominess that a man\'s proportions required, so that no matter how he moved or shifted (or sat, walked, crouched, stood or ran) the damnable things were always riding up and rubbing him, which consequently did nothing to remedy the roominess issue.



By the time Snape had climbed the many staircases to the Great Hall he was already sporting a full blown woody and the day had just begun.



A hush came over the hall when he entered but he chose to ignore the gaping mouths and hushed giggles that followed him to the head table. Minerva smiled like the cat that ate the canary and Snape surprised her by smiling back and when he took his place beside her at the head table he noticed that she was now flat out staring at him. He ignored her and tucked into his bacon and eggs but when she still appeared enthralled after more than a few minutes had passed, he put down his fork and addressed her. She was still smiling but there seemed to be a dreamy far off glaze in her eyes.



"Wipe your mouth, Minerva; I do believe you\'re drooling."



"Severus…I…this colour is extremely becoming on you. I daresay you look ten years younger."



"Yes," he said dryly, "I\'m an autumn."



"It really is! You\'ve even got some colour in your cheeks."



Of course. I\'m sure it\'s these robes and not the fact that your knickers have a strangle hold on my cock.



He shifted slightly and they managed to pinch him in a yet undiscovered place. Snape looked down the length of the head table and noted that practically all of the men looked decidedly uncomfortable. Hagrid especially so. Dumbledore was the not-so-surprising exception. He appeared to be even cheerier than usual.



Pervy old sod! Probably always wears ladies\' knickers.



Snape shifted again and winced as the material twisted even more tightly around his poor tender ball-sack. He longed to plunge a hand down the front of his trousers and readjust his basket, but Minerva was still staring at him and he did not want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that her dare was torturing him so.



A sudden commotion at the Ravenclaw table had several students running for safety and others desperately trying to put out sparking blue flames that had begun to spew forth from the center of the table.



Snape pulled his wand from his robes but before he could get to his feet, Lupin had leapt over the head table and was pulling students to safety. He turned to extinguish the fire with his wand but before he could call out the spell, there was a bright flash and he and the student he was holding were thrown back into the next table and row of scrambling students.



Snape jumped across the head table into the throng of panicking students.



Shazam! I\'m a thong wearing bloody action hero!



He began to douse the licking flames as Minerva appeared beside him and added a snuffing charm of her own to be sure the task was accomplished.



"Where\'s Remus?" she asked, scanning the room.



Snape couldn\'t see him either but had a pretty good idea where he\'d fallen and knew he was probably still in the general vicinity. He picked his way through the upturned benches and piles of books and school bags until he found a pair of patched trousers. Snape pushed aside some debris, reached in and pulled out a still smoking Remus Lupin.



He shook his unkempt blond hair from his eyes and gave a whoop.





"YES! That was a rip-snorting start for a Monday, wouldn\'t you agree, Severus?"



"If that is your term for idiot children setting the Castle afire, then yes \'rip-snorting\' would be an apt description."



Remus laughed and Snape noticed that his eyebrows and horrible, cheesy moustache had been scorched but, unfortunately, not removed.



Remus leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I may have to personally thank those idiot children, as this was the first time all day that I have been able to think of anything aside from these horrible man-strangling knickers!"



He smiled and Severus found himself smiling back. Remus did have a point. It was the most focused he had been all morning.



The sound of more igniting sparks erupted behind the men and they simultaneously spun around with wands poised.



"Extinguishio!"



The flames quickly died back and Severus neatly tucked his wand back into his robes. He began to walk away when he noticed that Lupin had yet to move and was hunched over, clasping his shoulder. Severus stopped.



"Are you injured?" he asked.



Remus looked up, surprised to see Snape still standing near him. He straightened with some difficulty and managed a stiff smile.



"It\'s nothing." He paused to wince again, then continued, "It\'s these sodding scars. They\'re quite tight and I must have…pulled something when I fell."



He vaguely waved a hand at the jumble of upturned benches and tables to indicate the explosion. Snape did not look convinced.



"No really," Remus continued, "I\'ll be fine. It\'s nothing new, they\'ve been a life-long source of…discomfort."



"I have something that may be of help." The words were out before he could censure himself and he mentally browbeat his inner keener for offering to help someone who had once tried to kill him.



Remus smiled politely, but declined. "Thank you, Severus. I appreciate your offer, but I\'ve tried everything there is and nothing\'s helped.



This is your out, Severus. Nod and walk away.



"Yes, but this is my own preparation. I doubt you\'ve tried anything like it."



Remus looked surprised, probably more at Snape\'s tenacity than the fact that he had created a potion that might be of help to him. As the amber eyes fixed on him, Snape again became aware of his knickers.



"That\'s very kind of you, Severus. If you think it may help, then I would be most grateful to try it. When would it be convenient for me to come round and pick some up?"



His mouth stretched into a smile of honest gratitude and Snape had to drag his gaze from those lips upwards, although the look in his eyes did nothing to combat the sudden heat and lack of oxygen in the room. He took what he hoped to be an inconspicuous deep breath.



"Eight o\'clock?" It came out barely more than a whisper, but if Remus noticed he did not let on. Instead, he gave a curt nod.



"Eight o\'clock then," he said, then walked away.



Snape took a few more breaths then followed suit.





The rest of the day was an endless series of torturous pinchings, bindings, melvins and wedgies.



There really was no comfortable way to sit or stand without strangling his cock or flossing his arse. The pain itself would have been almost bearable, but the constant arousal was pure torment.



His balls ached in a way that he could only recall feeling once before, having been in the right place at the wrong time in a badly executed bludger mishap. He spend much of his day dreaming of submerging his lower half in a soothing tub of ice, and when the end of the final class approached it took all of his stamina and self control to not sprint through the door and dash down to his private quarters.



Three hours, two ice baths and four whiskeys later a knock on the door jarred Snape from his book.



Oh Gods, that was tonight, wasn\'t it? Of all the inexcusable lapses in judgment that you have suffered from in the past century, this one must be the worst.



"Remus!" he cooed, trying not to slur, "Right on time as always." He swung the door open and Lupin tentatively entered.



"Thank you, Severus. I must admit, I was a bit surprised that you invited me."



"Yes," purred Snape, "you and me both." He caught the other man\'s eye and noted the amusement there. "Drink?"



Remus slumped with relief. "Yes, please! A big one, with a straw. Today has dragged out…erm…painfully slowly." He gave a subtle hitch to his trousers and Snape gave a commiserative nod.



"Yes, we must find a special way to thank Minerva for this lovely…gift." He tugged at his own trousers then went about readying a drink for his guest.



There seemed to be no need for small talk. They didn\'t bother with it during their monthly Wolfsbane meetings and Snape could not be arsed to make \'nice\' tonight.



He handed Remus his drink then motioned for him to sit on the worktop.



"Take off your shirt."



Remus looked surprised, but complied, pulling his tunic over his head without question. Snape had to concentrate to not suck in a shocked breath. Even upon a second viewing, the criss-crossed welts were a sight to behold.



Lupin gave an impatient sigh and Snape began the task at hand.



"Do you find that you have a limited range of motion?" He reached out to touch Remus\' arm, then hesitated, unsure. "May I?"



Remus nodded. "Fill your boots."



Snape gently grasped his arm and raised it perpendicular to his body.



"Does this hurt?"



Remus shook his head. "It\'s tight, but there\'s no pain."



Snape lifted the arm higher and pushed back and this time Remus winced.



"Okay," he laughed, "That hurts."



"My apologies," said Snape, deep in thought. "Show me how far back you can rotate your shoulder."



Remus stretched his arm over his head and let it fall behind him as far as the scars would allow.



"I\'m interested to know. What you have in mind, some sort of potion?"



"Sort of," said Snape, positioning himself to examine the largest patch of scarring on Remus\' waist. "It\'s something topical." He pressed one thumb into the hardened tissue around his hip. Remus grimaced but said nothing.



"My theory is," he continued, "that it will break down the structure of these scars enough to allow you normal, or at least close to normal mobility."



Lupin nodded, encouraged.



"As for esthetics, it may lessen their visibility but I cannot promise that."



"That\'s okay," Lupin laughed, "I\'ve pretty much come to terms with that already. Needless to say, my career as a male model has been less than stellar."



He looked to Snape to see if a smile would appear on that dark face, and when none did, he surmised that the man did not possess a sense of humour.



Finally Snape looked up from Remus\' waist with just a hint of a grin.



"Yes, my modeling career has been a bit lackluster as well."



"Really?" Remus smirked, "Perhaps you should look at switching agents."



"Thank you, yes. I\'ll take that under advisement."



Snape turned and opened a cupboard, moved some bottles and phials around then turned back with a small ceramic pot in his hands.



"This shouldn\'t hurt," he said, unscrewing the cap, "but I\'ll warn you, the accompanying spell may burn some."



Remus took the opportunity to take a long pull from his drink.



"Hey," he said, holding up his glass, "this is pretty fine stuff."



"Yes, well, it certainly beats the swill they serve at those dreadful staff parties." He dug a finger into the pot and when he drew it out the tip was covered in what looked like bloody jell-o.



"Try not to move too much while I apply the gel, as it has very caustic properties. I will do my best to insure that it is applied to the scar tissue only, but wriggling about won\'t make my job any easier."



"Right-o." Said Remus, both apprehensive and excited. "But what about your hand?"



"I\'ve spelled it."



Snape touched the goo-covered finger to the mark on Remus\' collarbone and despite his best intentions, Remus flinched.



"I\'m sorry, Severus," he smiled, "please continue."



"Does it hurt?"



"No," he said shyly, "it\'s just cold. Keep going, I promise I won\'t move again."



Snape dragged his finger down the line on Lupin\'s chest and was amazed to see gooseflesh break out at his touch.



He dipped his finger back in the pot, and then continued his downward path, drawing a wet circle around the man\'s right nipple. It hardened to a pebble at his touch and Snape found himself circling it again although it did not require more gel.



Down across his sternum and ribcage, Snape carefully dabbed on the potion. When he reached the worst bit on his waist, Remus obediently raised his arm to allow Snape better access and he found himself eye-level with Lupin\'s other nipple.



It too, was standing at attention and Snape was suddenly awash with a compulsion to take it in his mouth and suck on it as Remus had done to him.



Would it make him react in the same way? Would the touch of his tongue on the hard/soft flesh bring forth the same response?



He licked his lint-dry lips with a tongue not much better off and continued to wonder at the beautiful nub of pink flesh. It moved with each breath that Remus drew in and Snape noted that it was moving quite a bit, as Remus\' breathing was deeper and more rapid than usual.



Snape snuck a peek at his face and was smugly surprised to see that his eyes were squeezed shut and a rosy bloom had tinted his cheeks.



Aha! So the allure is not as one-sided as I feared.



Snape purposefully let his hot breath flow across the bare chest and Remus sighed, eyes still clamped shut.



Snape dipped his finger into the pot again and began to work the gel into the pink tissue that ran from Remus\' side, down his hip and lower, beyond the waistband of his trousers.



Snape bent his head down while he worked and if his hair fell forward and brushed against Remus, it really wasn\'t his fault as he was never one to tie back his dark locks.



When finished, he straightened and noted with some amusement the man\'s discomfort and tented trousers.



"Are you finished?" Remus asked hoarsely, eyes still shut.



"Not quite," Snape answered, "I still have to spell it." He took his wand and traced the same path from the right shoulder down. Snape quietly murmured the same incantation over and over as his wand drew a blue line of sparks where it touched and the potion was magically absorbed into his skin.



Remus tilted his head up and looked at Snape, a slow smile creeping across his face.



"That feels…wonderful. What spell are you using?"



"Matrixius," said Snape and his wand hesitated as he noticed Lupin\'s eyes. They weren\'t just amber as he had earlier assumed, but had flecks of green peppered throughout which made them appear almost hazel.



Are his eyes always that bright? Or are we near the full moon?



Remus stared back, questioning and a thick silence hung between them. Snape felt a light touch on his wand hand that brought him back to reality. He came to the realization that he had been staring, but it mattered not because Remus had been gawking as well.



"Are we done?" Remus asked and Snape could only shake his head mutely. There would have to be at least two more treatments, but he seemed to have no breath to form the words.



His lips moved silently but before his mouth could begin to speak, Remus covered it with his own and Snape could do nothing else but surrender to the kiss.



His lips were as plump and firm as he had remembered and when his own parted and Remus entered his mouth, his tongue slick and hot against him, he deemed it and invitation, not a dare.



Snape\'s hand came to rest on Remus\' bare chest and he spread his fingers and let them explore, marveling at the heat of the skin and hair and muscles beneath.



Remus\' hands fell to Severus\' thighs and his light touch brought with it warmth and tingling that spread across his legs and up to his groin. They slowly caressed large circles in the soft fabric of his trousers, worked their way back to encircle his buttocks and pull his hips closer.



No. This isn\'t right.



Remus\' head fell back and Snape kissed beside his mouth, down his chin and across his throat, tasting the salty flesh of his Adam\'s apple.



Get a hold of yourself. You\'re sucking on a werewolf for God\'s sake!



His mouth moved lower to Lupin\'s collarbone and he answered by pulling at Snape\'s shirt to un-tuck it from his trousers. The tugging motion pulled Snape\'s hips into Remus\' leg and he groaned into the man\'s neck. Those fekking knickers were going to be the death of him and it was only day one of seven.



No, really. I implore you—stop now before you do something you are already starting to regret.



It made sense. It really did. Snape\'s inner voice, snarky and caustic as it might be, was wise and cautionary. It rarely led him astray and he would have stopped, he would have pushed back and walked away, but something caught his eye.



The pink nub of flesh that had consumed him for the past two days.



The nipple.



He dropped his head to Remus\' chest and dragged his lips across it.



Then his tongue.



Then his teeth.



Remus abandoned his grip on Snape\'s arse and instead grasped his head and pulled him closer.



Severus dragged the scratchy stubble of his chin across the fleshy talisman and it stiffened to a knot beneath his mouth. He scraped his teeth against it one more time before drawing it into his mouth and sucking it.



He released it, then gathered it with his lips and teased the pink tip with his tongue.



On the second round of sucking Remus pulled back, overcome with the intensity.



"Okay, already!" he laughed.



Snape looked up at him, his expression guarded.



"What?"



The absurdity of the situation, coupled with the trademark scowl on those swollen just-kissed lips struck Remus as amusing and he laughed again. An action he immediately regretted when he saw the dark look on Snape\'s face.



He wasn\'t being evil or malicious, but Snape tensed up all the same. It was a sound he had heard all to often in his torturous youth, generally accompanied by Black singing "Snivellous" in his annoying, whiney way and James\' arrogant grin.



How he would have loved to smack that supercilious smile off his face. The prick! And here he was, Severus Snape, reduced to sucking on their werewolf friend. A Marauder for fuck\'s sake!



He looked at Remus and was pleased at the surprise and yes…fear in those yellow eyes.



"Get out!"



He roughly pushed himself away.



"But Sev-"



"Get out!" Snape turned on him, wand drawn and Remus hopped off the worktop, hands up in a gesture of surrender.



"Okay, I\'m going…it\'s just that…"



Snape lunged at him and Remus made a hasty exit, leaving his shirt behind.



Snape stomped around the room awhile then poured himself another drink.