Mate

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make any profit from this piece of writing. Remus and co are all property of Ms Rowling.

A/N ~ Okay, this didn't turn out how I wanted, but Severus wanted it and bugged me XD

Enjoy *g*

~Reise

Work for it? The question of how, exactly, to do that had stumped Remus for a while. He had left Severus alone, determined to win his mate back rather than force himself onto him. Remus shuddered at the thought. How some wolves could practically rape their mates, he would never know. Mates were a sacred thing, a treasured thing, not something you could fuck when you felt like it and they did not. Remus understood this, and worked his anger out. He knew that it was seeing Lucius all over his mate, and having to sit there for the rest of the lesson and smell it, that made him go so possessive. He had restrained his wolf’s instincts to rip the blonde Slytherin to pieces. Barely.

He sat across the Great Hall from his mate, and stared at him, a calculating expression on his face. James and Sirius sat down opposite him and said something. When he didn’t respond, James waved a fork with a speared sausage in front of him.

“Earth to Remmy!” James said, snickering. “What’s caught your attention?”

“Hmm? Oh, erm nothing,” Remus replied, serenely. James gave him a look that said ‘don’t shit us, we’re you’re friends’. “I’m still mad at you two, by the way.”

“Oh come on Remmy!” Sirius said around a mouthful of hash-browns. “We’ve said sorry, you’ve had the Christmas to cool off. Forget it all ready!”

“Forget it? Severus could have—”

“—died, we get it. And we’re sorry and we’ve had the lecture of you and Dumbledore okay? What do you want us to do? Beg? ‘Cause we will!” James snapped, ire making his eyes darker than normal. Sirius gave James the incredulous expression now.

“No one from the Great and Noble House of Black begs!” He said loftily, James snickered and Remus smiled a little. Sirius hated his family, but took the name, and position, seriously.

“And how was your Christmas, Siri?” Remus asked innocently. Sirius’s head snapped back to Remus and gave him a glare his older brother would have been proud of.

“You had to ask, didn’t you?” Sirius said, jabbing a fork of bacon at Remus. “Isn’t enough that you know how Mother gets, how Father gets, Regulus, all because I am a Gryffindor and not Slytherin?” Each word eared Remus another bacon jab in his general direction. At the end, Remus plucked the bacon from the fork and ate it.

“And it annoys you, upsets you, just like that trick you pulled on me annoyed and upset me.” Remus sat back in eloquent silence while Sirius sat back in confused defeat.

“Oh look! Post,” James gestured with a piece of toast as the owls came in. Remus sought out one particular owl, but couldn’t find it. Instead, he glued his eyes, cautiously, to where his mate sat. An owl landed in front of Severus and the boy looked shocked. Remus clutched his fork tighter and forced himself to eat the meat on it. The food tasted bland and as textured as cardboard in his mouth.

Severus opened it slowly and looked surprised as he pulled out a wrapped parcel. The paper was simple, elegant. Green metallic paper with a single silver wolf on it. The wolf in Slytherin colours amused, and appealed to Remus, more than a snake in Gryffindor colours; Severus may belong to him, but Remus equally belonged to Severus, and wanted to show that to him.

Severus un-wrapped the gift, but it was hidden Remus’s view. Severus’s expression, however, was not. He blushed slightly and raised his eyes to briefly meet Remus’s, before turning back to his gift and placing it in his bag.

Remus sat back, a small, satisfied smile on his face. The parcel was carefully chosen chocolates, which from their discussions over Christmas, Remus knew were Severus’s favourite. These chocolates were shaped in the form of wolves, and it gave Remus a thrill to know that when Severus ate one, he was eating a wolf. In some perverse way, Remus likened it to eating him, and the thought made him hard.

Which made him groan when he realised where he was. Thank Merlin it was a weekend, though, and he could go back to bed and... deal... with the ‘problem’. But that meant leaving the table and having his friends notice said problem.

After a long and dull discussion, Remus’s problem had died down, but not the desire that cause it in the first place. He excused himself, declared himself still tired and did what most students did at weekend, go back to his bed.

He cast a silencing charm around his closed curtains and settled onto his bed after stripping off his t-shirt. He imagined Severus lying next to him; imagine kissing him, and the taste of Severus’s lips. He moaned and circled his nipples, teasing them to peaks. He pinched them hard, then gentle then hard once more. Imagined Severus biting them.

“Yessss,” he hissed as his hand trailed down his stomach, unzipped and shucked his pants. His hand grasped his hard, hard cock and he teased the head, imagining it was Severus’s hand, his mouth, something that could give him such pleasure. He took his cock firmly in grasp now and stroked it, groaning as he did so.

“Oh yes, yes, yes!” The strokes started to get harder, faster, and he put that flick at the end. The one that drove him crazy. He panted and writhed, imagined he was fucking Severus’s tight, tight body, that Severus was riding him hard, head thrown back and mouth parted, forming his name.

That did it, and Remus came with a shout, Severus’s name on his tongue.

~x~x~x~

The next few days were a torment for Remus. He hardly saw Severus, but knew the boy had gotten the little gifts he had left around for him, always wrapped in paper with a wolf in so Severus would know who they were from. But Remus knew Severus would know regardless. Besides, if anyone else sent his mate gifts, he would have to hurt them. Remus thought that was pretty reasonable. Severus was his, Remus beat up anyone who thought otherwise.

He was looking forward to the last gift. A rare, but not illegal, potion, that let people share dreams for the duration of the potion in the body. So for one night, Remus and Severus could be together without being together.

Severus had received it this morning and gave Remus a look that said (Remus hoped anyway!) he would use it tonight.

So when bed time came, Remus made some excuse to go early. James and Sirius gave him an odd look as Remus had been extremely chipper that day. But who couldn’t be excited when he could touch his mate again, even if it was a dream.

After taking the potion, he closed his curtains, once more casting a silencing charm on them and went to sleep.

~x~x~x~

It was a hillside. The sun beat down, burning some of the grass so it looked brittle. The height of summer, then. Remus looked around and saw Severus waiting, arms crossed, a scowl on his face. Remus laughed as he danced up beside his mate and took him in his arms.

“I’ve been waiting an hour, Remus,” he said, mock-angrily. Remus chuckled and kissed him.

“Can you forgive me?” Severus seemed to think about it before nodding.

“Yes, if you kiss me again.” How could Remus refuse? He bent his lips to Severus’s in a chaste, teasing kiss before nibbling Severus’s bottom lip, his tongue stroking, demanding entrance. Severus opened his mouth and moaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Remus as they kissed with all the passion they had been denied in their fight.

After breaking off, panting, Severus looked at Remus and said a single sentence that made his heart give a giant thud. “I forgive you for the other day.”

“Oh Merlin, Sev’rus,” Remus groaned, as he attacked the other boy’s mouth, kissing him, then trailing down his collar bone. Severus groaned and pushed Remus away before lying on the ground, arms open to Remus as an invitation, and one Remus didn’t refuse.

He attached himself to Severus’s neck, biting him, licking, kissing sucking. When he found a particularly sensitive area, he paid more attention to it, causing Severus to buck, whimper and thrash beneath him.

Reaching the Slytherin’s shirt, Remus growled and tore the offending material off. Severus gasped at the violence of Remus’s actions, but his gasps soon turned to a string of babbled words, as Remus played with his nipples. He bit down on one rosy bud and Severus cried out at the sudden pain. It was like something had flicked a switch in his mind and the pain phased to something else, something he wanted more of. His hands tangled in Remus’s hair, causing the other boy to chuckle darkly. Remus bit down once more on that nipple, before moving to the other one and giving it the same treatment. By the time Remus had moved off the nipples, Severus had been reduced to single syllable words like “Gods,” and “More,” and “Remus.” Remus particularly liked the last one, and made a new mission to make Severus say it as often as possible in the time they had.

He ran his tongue down the pale chest, pausing to dip it in Severus’s bellybutton. Severus groaned and thrashed some more. “Oh gods Remus!” The hungry werewolf unzipped and slowly removed his mate’s trousers and underwear and eyes the hard cock hungrily. Severus looked at him with wide, wide eyes, breathing harshly.

“I want to taste you,” Remus said, causing Severus’s eyes to roll to the back of his head and an almost silent “Oh, gods!” slip from his mouth. With a growl, Remus lowered his head and sniffed deeply the musky, deep scent of his mate. He would remember this scent for the rest of his life and he was glad.

Severus shook when a tongue glided out and tasted the pearly pre-come, before wrapping around the head and suckling. Remus was going to kill him, that much was certain, but Merlin! what a way to go! He sobbed and begged as Remus swallowed as much of his cock as he could and sucked it, heading bobbing up and down. Remus’s hands were doing things that should be illegal to his balls, rubbing and massaging.

Severus opened his eyes and looked down, meeting Remus’s. One look at those eyes gone deep and dark with lust, passion, was all Severus needed, before he arched his back and came with a sob. Remus drank down all that Severus had to offer and continued to suckle, sending ripples of pleasure throughout the shaking body, until Severus pushed weakly at his head, tugging him to kiss him deeply.

“You taste wonderful,” Remus purred and Severus laughed. Kissing the wolf again, Severus thrust his hips to make contact with Remus’s and groaned finding his mate still hard, so very hard.

“Remus, make love to me,” he groaned out loud.

“Are you sure?” Severus shivered as he imagined the feel of that cock that cock thrusting in and out of him, claiming him, owning him.

“Oh hell, yeah!” Remus growled once more as he grabbed his wand and said a lubrication spell and with one last look at Severus, he placed a finger at the entrance to his mate’s body, teasing for a little while. He slipped the finger inside and worked it in and out until he reached a spot that made Severus gasp. Remus added another finger, and another, until Severus was begging him to fuck him. Remus slipped his fingers loose, quickly shed his clothing and rubbed some lube onto his aching cock before sliding it home, groaning at the tight fit.

“Uhhhnnn! Perfect! So perfect!” He gasped out. Severus nodded frantically, urging him to start thrusting. And that’s what Remus did, slowly at first, thrusting past that one spot that made Severus cry out and meet him, thrust for thrust. Remus sped up a little, thrusting harder and faster. Severus was shouting his pleasure, clinging onto Remus.

Remus reached out and started stroking Severus’s once more hard, leaking cock. His thrusts were becoming erratic, and he stroked faster

“REMUS!” Severus screamed, coming for the second time that night. Remus soon followed, his hoarse cry echoing around them.

“Gods,” Remus said, panting as he lay on top of Severus. Severus agreed.

“I wonder if it’ll be that good in the flesh,” Severus murmured as Remus slide off him and he snuggled up to his chest.

Remus chuckled. “Sleep now. We’ll find out soon enough.”

~x~x~x~

Severus woke up in his dorm room, a sly smile on his face. He was going to drive Remus crazy now.