Starts With A Spin, Staff Edition

Four Firewhiskys later he was feeling marginally better and considerably more indignant.



How dare he?



The nerve of that pathetic Lycanthrope, to laugh at me.



Severus Snape.



Professor Snape.



Potions Master Extraordinaire Snape!



Dark Arts teacher my arse…I mean…he doesn\'t even dress well!



He held up Lupin\'s shirt to prove his point and the sleeve fell over his face. It smelled of him, and Severus brought the soft material to his face and breathed deeply. It smelled of his lips. And hair. His neck and his chest. He breathed again and his poor under-used over-stimulated cock began to fill again.



This has to stop, and it has to stop now.



He rubbed the cuff across his cheek and let it drag across his lower lip.



I need to have sex. It must be my solitary lifestyle that has caused this perverted compulsion. But with whom?



He poured himself another drink and sat on his couch, flipping through his meager mental rolodex.





Hagrid

Madame Hooch

Flitwick

Pince

Sprout

Dumbledore

Pomfrey

Lupin

McGonagall

Filch

Trelawney



Well, we can scratch Flitwick and Filch right off the hop. Rubeus is just way too…big. He shuddered at the thought of the damage the giant could inflict. Sprout is too small. He smiled at the thought of the damage that he could inflict.



Sibyll is just too…strange and chatty, and I don\'t have any fresh Shut Up Juice handy. Not to mention, those eyeglasses are so unsightly they could be issued as birth control devices. Dumbledore? I would never hear the end of it, not to mention that twinkle would suck the life right out of me, so that leaves Hooch, Pince, Poppy and Minerva. And of the four, Minerva seems an obvious choice.



He checked his watch. It would probably be rude to visit her this late; it would have to wait until tomorrow. He leaned back on the couch and meditated to the pulse of his cock beating time to his watch.



A sharp rap on the door woke him some time later and it took his brain a moment to catch up with his surroundings.



Ah yes, the couch, the watch…and the Firewhisky.



His excessive drinking and perpetual hard-on did nothing to allay his shirty mood.



If this is Lupin looking for his tunic at…four in the morning, I will make him an entirely new set of scars to cover up.



It was not Remus. Instead, the door swung open to reveal Trelawney, her massive eyes catching the dim light.



"Severus," she whispered ominously, "I sensed your need, so I immediately came." She pushed past him into the room and Snape snorted.



"Yes, if I could do that, then I wouldn\'t have a need, would I?"



She turned to face him, immense eyes questioning. "Joke if you must, but I have what you are looking for."



"Sibyll, I am quite sure I don\'t know what you\'re talking about."



"Sex, Severus," she said, attempting a \'come hither\' look. "I\'m here to do the deed with you."



He blinked, several times, and when she did not disappear he was at a loss for words. On the one hand, it would solve his problem, but on the other hand…it was Trelawney!



Come on! How bad could it be? Any port in a storm, and all that.



He looked her up and down, from the unruly afro, to the Coke bottle glasses, the many shawls, a hundred Mardi-Gras worth of beads and…what in God\'s name was she wearing on her feet?



She could be a poster girl for the anti- hemp movement!



"Sibyll, I\'m surprised and somewhat…flattered at your very generous offer, but I\'m afraid I must decline."



Plus, there isn\'t enough Polyjuice Potion on this planet to turn you into someone remotely do-able.



Trelawney pouted in a not completely unattractive way and ghosted a hand across the front of Snape\'s trousers. His erection was still raw and sensitive and for one long moment of her gentle stroking he reconsidered her offer.



She leaned into him, lips puckered and Snape drew back in disgust.



Is that a…moustache? Honestly, if I\'m going to have relations with someone who has facial and (most likely) armpit hair, I may as well shag Hagrid.



"I\'m sorry, Sibyll, but it\'s very late and I really should be turning in." He gave her a gentle push towards the door, but she resisted.



"There\'s something you should know, Severus." She said ominously, her face turned up to his. "He lives a life of duplicity…one he shows the living world and one that comes out at night."



Snape stopped pushing and grabbed her by the shoulders.



"Did he tell you something?"



Trelawney smiled in her vague way and blinked dramatically. "Of course not, my boy, it is my all Seeing Eye that knows these things."



He was about to push her out the door again when she continued.



"This thing that he hides from his friends is a dog."



Snape\'s ears perked up. "A dog? Or a wolf?"



Sibyll shook her head dreamily. "No, a dog. Black. A Grim."



A scowl creased his mouth and he gripped her shoulders.



"BLACK!"



"Yes, it is black. A large black dog."



The glazed look left her eyes and she attempted another pucker.



"As I was saying," said Snape, steering her towards the exit, "it\'s quite late and I\'m sure you\'ve got classes to prepare for. Thank you for stopping by." He smiled wanly at her and closed the door in her face.



He stood there for a moment, clenching and unclenching his fists, then slammed them both on the heavy wooden door.



"BLACK!"





The next few days passed without incident. He and Remus did their best to avoid each other, although Snape continued to suffer from heart palpitations in his presence.



At the end of the week, a kafuffle broke out in the castle. Sirius Black had infiltrated Hogwarts and slashed his way into Gryffindor Tower. The students were rounded up and sequestered in the Great Hall, and although it made sense for their safety, it meant long, sleepless nights for Snape and the rest of the staff.



It was well past 3am and Snape was perched on a moonlit windowsill in the Great Hall when Minerva approached him, lines of worry etched deep in her face.



"This is just terrible, Severus! I\'m sick with worry."



Severus nodded, but said nothing. There was no point. Women fretted, that\'s what they did.





"The Fat Lady finally calmed down enough to give us a proper description and now there is really no doubt that Sirius Black is here amongst us." She worried her lip a bit before continuing. "But what I can\'t figure out is how? How could he get past the wards that both you and Dumbledore put up?"



Severus slid off the windowsill to whisper in her ear. There was certainly no doubt in his mind how Black had snuck in.



"Dark Arts, Minerva."



Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.



"Who do you know," he intoned, "that is proficient in the Dark Arts and has ties to Black?"



Both of their eyes wandered a few feet away to Lupin who was leaning up against a parapet, his eyes closed.



"No!" she gasped, "Remus?"



"Think about it, Minerva. Lifelong friends. School chums no less."



McGonagall shook her head in disbelief.



"But…Black killed James and Lily!"



"Yes, that\'s true," said Snape, smoothing down the front of his robes, "but we all have secrets and we all have a price. I\'d wager that Black found Lupin\'s. I\'ve already spoken to Dumbledore about it, but he seems to think my concerns are unfounded. I disagree."



He put a long finger to his lips and she nodded, taking one more furtive glance at Lupin, then sadly shaking her head as she walked away.



The return of Sirius Black isn\'t completely without benefit--at least that weekly freak-show they call a staff meeting is cancelled tomorrow night.



He settled back onto his windowsill perch and smugly closed his eyes.



Snape was roughly shaken awake some time later and his first panicked thought was of Black.



He instinctively went for his wand but stopped when the eyes, mere inches from his own, were amber not grey. They all but glittered in the moonlight and Snape did not need to hear the low growl to recognize the rage that wafted off of him. Perhaps he might need his wand after all.



"You sodding, fucking prick!"



His voice was low, but the threat was clear. Snape snuck a fearful glance at the students sleeping all around them. Remus was quite literally foaming at the mouth and Snape felt a familiar prickle of fear crawl up his spine.



"Get a hold of yourself, Lupin." It came out weaker than he would have liked, but it did not tremble as he had feared.



"How DARE you spread lies about me! You two-faced, greasy Death Eating spy! I could kill you right here and no one would lift a finger to stop me."



It was true and Snape knew it. Making friends had never topped his to-do list. Making enemies…now that was something he excelled at. He mustered up his best sneer and slowly reached for his wand.



"Come now, Remus, you wouldn\'t want to kill me in front of all your precious students. They\'re traumatized enough as it is, wouldn\'t you say?"



Remus hauled him off of the windowsill and dragged him across the stone floor.



"Fine, then I\'ll murder you in private."



He pulled open the first door that they came to and threw Snape inside.



It was some sort of a broom closet. It smelled of cleansers and musty old mops and Snape tripped over some unseen clutter strewn on the floor and almost fell into the back wall, throwing out his hands just in time to stop his face from cracking against the hard stone.



Before he could right himself, Lupin was on him, grabbing him from behind and pushing him into the wall, pinning one arm behind his back. Something hard was poking him in the ribs, a broom or mop handle, no doubt, and the porcelain washtub pressed painfully into his hip.



"Now listen here!" he said, trying to sound indignant, but it came out more like a scared twelve year-old boy and he cringed at the whine in his own voice.



"No, you listen to ME!" hissed Lupin. He shoved him harder against the stone wall and pressed up against his back, hot breath on his ear. "I want to make one thing perfectly clear, Snape. I have not, will not, and will NEVER help Sirius Black in any way, shape or form." He punctuated each word with a hard shove into Snape\'s back and the wall scraped against his face unmercifully, while the wooden handle of the mop, or broom, or whatever it was, repeatedly battered his ribs.



He began to tremble, and it seemed to spur Lupin on even more. He pressed into him even harder and twisted his arm up higher on his back, making Snape whimper like a dog.



"And Severus, if you EVER even use my name in the same breath as his again, I will kill you. I mean that. Do you understand me?"



His lips were pushed right against Snape\'s ear and his ragged, angry breath sent shudders down his spine. He tried to maneuver slightly in the tight room, but his feet were impeded by buckets and supplies and the four walls seemed to close in on him as tightly as Lupin was.



"I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" He jerked Snape\'s pinned arm and he cried out, cringing at his own cowardice.



"S..stop…"



The lips were now ON his ear, hot and moist, and Snape turned his head towards them so that they brushed against his cheek.



"You want me to stop?" Remus asked, his mouth trailing lower. He adjusted his stance in the tiny room, so his hard, swollen groin pressed against Snape\'s buttock.



"Yes…please…" he said, barely a whisper, and when a hand slipped down to the front of his trousers and felt the expanse of his own throbbing bulge, he sobbed. The disparity of his fear and arousal was troubling, but the ache between his legs could not be ignored.



Lupin undid the front of Snape\'s trousers and carefully pulled aside the silk and lace of his knickers. His prick practically leapt into Lupin\'s hand and Snape hadn\'t realized he was holding his breath until it came out in a trembling sigh.



"I should make you beg," he said into Snape\'s neck, and Snape realized that he would. He would beg.



"Yes, please," he moaned, craning his head around to be properly kissed, then moaned again as Lupin\'s grip tightened around his length. His pace was too slow, but Snape was just happy to be touched by someone other than himself. Another human being.



"Tell me you want it."



Snape took in a jagged breath.



"Yes."



He ground his prick into Snape\'s arse again and let his other hand snake around to undo the buttons of his cape. Snape let his newly freed hand slide down his back until it made contact with the front of Lupin\'s trousers. It was of impressive proportions and he rubbed the heel of his hand along its length.



"Tell me, Severus," he purred in his ear. "Tell me how you want me to fuck you."



Snape could only choke out another barely audible, "yes". Lupin had managed to unbutton enough shirt to slip one hand inside and tweak at his nipple. He pressed his hips forward, the sink and broom handle long forgotten, but Lupin refused to follow his lead, and kept his maddeningly slow pace."



"Tell me!" he instructed, pushing Snape\'s face so it scraped the wall. "Tell me how you want me to suck you, Severus. Tell me how you want me to take you into my mouth." Snape\'s own mouth grazed the wall, lips tasting the limestone and he pictured Lupin, on his knees, lips wrapped around a hearty mouthful of Snape.



"Oh Gods, yes." He was shaking, and his knees threatened to give out. Lupin\'s hand was working its own magic down there and Snape strained against it, willing it to be faster.



Be harder.



Be Lupin\'s mouth.



"Tell me." He whispered again as Snape fumbled with the opening on Remus\' trousers. They were part way down and Snape slipped his hand inside, tentatively rubbing at the hardness there.



"I do." He gasped, hating the need in his voice.



"You do what?" Lupin hissed, rubbing his thumb over Snape\'s swollen head and spreading the moisture he found there in long, slow circles.



"Want…you." Snape choked out. He had managed to unfasten Lupin\'s trousers and they slipped down, pooling at his feet.



He kicked Snape\'s legs apart and pressed his cock into the tight space between his thighs.



"Want you," he managed again and then bit his lip to stifle a moan when Lupin\'s hard prick slid between his legs and bumped deliciously against the back of his balls. He instinctively clenched his thighs together, eliciting a moan from his blond tormentor.



"Say my name," he grunted, pushing harder into the tight space. There was no lubrication handy so penetration was out of the question, but Snape\'s quivering thighs were the next best thing.



Snape\'s face ground into the wall with each thrust, but the hard stone, pointy sink and errant broom handle were muted, distant sensations compared to the fire that had been lit in his groin, and Remus pressing his cock repeatedly against the sweet spot of his perineum wasn\'t helping matters. (Actually, it was! It was helping matters along quite nicely, thank you very much!)



"Say my name." He repeated more forcefully and he gripped the base of Snape\'s prick to accentuate his point.



"Lupin," he gasped, pressing into that hand.



"Lupin what?" he breathed, pressing himself deeper into Snape\'s space.



"Please!"



"Please what?"



"Faster," he groaned, curling his back and tensing up. "Please, faster!"



Oh dear God, his hands were skilled and timed perfectly with the rough thrusting behind him. They slid down the length of his shaft with a slight twist, then gripped and pumped, then released and slid back up.



"Please, Lupin." He begged, pumping his hips in time with that hand, counter-timed to those hot thrusts.



"OhfuckingJesusGodLupinYes!" he cried, oblivious to the thin closet door.



Oblivious to the cramped quarters and the knickers pooled on the floor below.



Oblivious to the grunting and panting and sweating behind him.



Aware only of those hands, those beautifully soft, tight, smooth hands. Gripping and twisting and rubbing, holding and faster and "Oh God! Lupin fuck yes!"



And there he was

He was coming

And shaking

And moaning Lupin\'s name

Over and over

And Lupin\'s hot come anointed his arse and his sack

And they both continued to move for a while, slowing and panting and trying to clear their heads of the thick fog that only desire can dredge up.



That didn\'t just happen. That did not just happen.



Lupin re-dressed, put a hand on Snape\'s shoulder, and then left the tiny closet.



It did not happen. It did not happen. Can one Obliviate oneself??



He sank to the floor and put his hands to his face.



It did not happen. I was not just jerked off by a werewolf. And I absolutely did not beg him for it. It was a dream. A horrible, realistic wet dream.



He could almost convince himself, but the man-mustard coating his balls and the crack of his arse were a tad hard to ignore.



It was a long, uncomfortable walk down to the Slytherin dungeons.