Starts With A Spin, Staff Edition

Other than teaching his classes, that is where Snape stayed for the next week. He took most meals in his quarters and he even refrained from giving detention so that he could flee back to the safety of his own personal workroom.



It turned out to be a long, dark week. His self hatred was just beginning to abate when he received an Owl regarding Saturday night\'s staff meeting. It was to be a drinking game called "I\'ve Never" and all staff were warned to eat a hearty meal beforehand so that the effects of the alcohol would be minimal.



Bollocks to that! If Dumbledore wants us to get drunk, then I will give him exactly what he\'s looking for.



He made sure he was nice and lubricated long before 7pm.



The staff room was decked out in exactly the same fashion as it had been for the previous meetings. Severus was the second-to-last to arrive and it was a sort of personal triumph for him. He plunked himself down on the gruesome carpet and smoothed the hair out of his face.



Dumbledore began to hand out the glasses and Firewhisky as everyone took their places. He then stood and held his glass up in a toast.



"This is a little game called "I\'ve Never." The premise being that I will state something I have never done, and those of you who HAVE experienced it will take a drink. Those of you who have not, will not." His blue eyes surveyed the room and lingered a moment on Snape. His brow creased almost imperceptibly, then moved on. "Does everybody understand?"



There were nods and murmurs of agreement.



"Very well, I think I will begin." He paused and rubbed his white beard thoughtfully, "I have never…stolen anything, even in my impetuous youth."



About two thirds of the staff picked up their glasses and drank, Snape included. He couldn\'t recall stealing anything specific, but since he was somehow compelled to drink, he surmised that he had nicked some stuff when he was a teen. Or, if secrets counted, then he more than qualified.



It was Sprout\'s turn next. She took some time formulating her question and could barely squeak it out once she had decided on it.



"I have never told a lie. Well, no more than just a white one, anyway."



Practically everyone present took a drink and there were smiles and laughter all around.



Snape rolled his eyes.



Well thank heavens the drinks aren\'t proportional to the magnitude of the disparity! The room would be dry already.



Madam Pince went next. She raised her glass and surveyed the room.



"I have never cheated on a test."



Only a couple of people drank, Dumbledore among them, but Snape\'s hands remained on his lap. Lying was one thing, but cheating was quite another.



Flitwick stood up. (Not that you could tell, really.) He had a glint in his eye and Severus was thankful that this was not a game of Truth or Dare.



"I have never…slept with a student."



Every single person in the room drank and there were many gasps and protestations afoot. Dumbledore put his hands in the air and the room quieted.



"Now, before we all get our knickers in a bunch, I suggest that Professor Flitwick rephrase the question so that it is not so broad."



Flitwick looked puzzled, then smiled.



"Of course! Alright," he raised his glass again, "I have never slept with a student while I was a teacher."



A full three quarters of the room took a drink.



"This is preposterous!" cried Minerva. "I have never been improper with any of my students!"



Dumbledore smiled kindly. "Yes, that may be true, but what about Liam Lockery?"



Minerva blushed but remained indignant.



"Yes, but he had long graduated when we…erm…dated."



"Could you please re-phrase the question again?" directed Albus.



Flitwick cleared his throat and thought carefully before speaking.



"I have never slept with a student, while I was a teacher, while they were still attending school."



Trelawney and Dumbledore both drank.



"Sibyll!" shrieked Hooch, "what were you thinking?"



Trelawney blushed to her roots and covered her face.



"It wasn\'t like that, really. Bill Weasly was already practically a man!"



Dumbledore just shrugged and twinkled.



"Okay," said Flitwick, "for the last time. I have never slept with a student, while I was a teacher, while they were still attending school while they were under-aged."



Only Dumbledore drank.



"Albus!" all the witches scolded at once. Dumbledore just shrugged. "Well, it\'s not like I make a habit of it!"



"Let me try," said Lupin. He took an amused sidelong glance at Dumbledore and raised his glass. "I have never slept with a student, while they were still attending school, while they were under-aged and while I was Headmaster."



Dumbledore tipped up his glass and drained it.



"Is it getting drunk in here, or is it just me?" he asked, suppressing a giggle.



"Lets move on, shall we?" asked Hooch while Albus refilled his glass. "I have never…"



And so the game progressed, with some people drinking considerably more than others. By the time it came to his turn, Snape was feeling no pain. He had been sneaking glances at Lupin, and although the man had not looked back once, or perhaps because of it, Snape decided to have a little fun.



He raised his glass at Remus and said smugly, "I have never been afraid of the moon."



Lupin looked up in shock as his hand took it upon itself to reach for his glass. Snape grinned inwardly, but then stopped short when he saw the distress on Lupin\'s face. The sudden pang of guilt was an unwelcome surprise.



Lupin downed his drink and leaned in for a refill, his confused gaze now focused on his lap.



Filch had never been fired from a job, Trelawney had never eaten sashimi and then it was Lupin\'s turn. He smiled puckishly as he lifted his glass to the group.



"I\'ve never spent two hours doing up the repressive buttons on my clothes."



Snape sputtered in indignation as his glass reached his lips.



Who is HE to mock MY wardrobe?



"Ha!" said Snape, the Firewhisky fuzzing his head, "At least I\'ve never sewn a patch on my clothing!"



Dumbledore raised one long finger in the air, "Spokerus! You\'ve Severned out of turn!" he slurred.



Lupin made to retort but was hushed by Dumbledore\'s stern (yet out of focus) glare. He hunched over his drink and shot Snape dark looks.



Pomfrey had never played Quidditch, and Albus had never sucked on a lemon-drop while hanging upside down from a broom (oddly enough, neither had anyone else). Sprout had never received a warning from the Ministry of Magic, (she was the only one) and Pince had never had a pedicure (neither had Filch…huh, go figure!). Flitwick had never done time in Azkaban, (although Trelawney and Hagrid both drank at that one) and Filch had never danced The Funky Chicken.



I have never… met such a large group of utterly uninteresting and mind numbing stiffs.



Snape raised his glass and leveled it at Lupin.



"I\'ve never been compelled to grow a hideous moustache."



Lupin, Trelawney and Pince all drank to that one.



It was Lupin\'s turn to sputter.



"I\'ve never gone more than a week without washing my hair."



"I\'ve never called in ill when I\'m not actually \'ill\'.



"I\'ve never kicked a house-elf." He snapped.



Severus drank then slammed his glass down for a refill.



"At least I\'ve never DRESSED like one!"



Lupin smiled, but there was little humour in it.



"Okay, Severus, the gloves are off. I\'ve never wanked off and thought about Remus Lupin."



Snape was horrified as his hand reached for his glass.



"I absolutely have NOT DONE THAT!" he cried.



"Me either!" said Hagrid, eyes wide as he gulped his drink.



This is preposterous! I will not sit idly by while that…lycopanth publicly humiliates me!



Snape clenched his jaw and balled his hands into fists.



"Well I\'ve never fucked Sirius Black!"



There was a shocked silence, and for a moment, no one moved, then, all of the women and half of the men picked up their drinks, Lupin included.



He was shaking and red-faced, the arteries bulging in his neck and Snape steeled himself for a physical attack. Instead, Lupin took a moment to collect himself, then leaned in and spoke in a dark, calm voice.



"Well, I\'ve never fucked Vold-"



"ENOUGH!"



Dumbledore was on his feet, towering over the two men. The ever-present eye twinkle was gone and a cold glint resided there instead.



"I\'ve had absolutely enough of the two of you!" he bellowed. He looked between the two men and set his lips in a firm line. "Must I remind you that there is a mass murderer on the loose? It will take all of us, working cohesively, to uphold the reputation of safety and higher learning that this school has earned. What we need here," he said, "is a forced truce." He picked up his wand and pointed it at each of them in turn. "If you can\'t learn to get along on your own, then perhaps a little magic will speed things along. I decree that you shall spend the next 72 hours together. This binding spell will have catastrophic results if you try to contravene it."



Both Snape and Lupin tried to protest but Dumbledore clapped his hands together and bid everyone goodnight. The party was officially over.





The walk to the dungeons was a quiet one, both men concentrating on not stumbling in the darkened corridors. The next 72 hours would be painfully long, mused Snape, but at least Lupin was able hold a conversation.



It could be worse…I could be bound to Hagrid and spend the next 3 days enduring his dropping hard consonants all over my clean floor.



"How does it work?" asked Lupin, behind him. He wasn\'t slurring, but his speech was missing the crisp quality it usually held.



"How does what work?" Snape answered irritably, focused on the many steps before him.



"The binding spell. I\'ve never had one performed on me."



"Nor have I." Snape sighed. "It depends…there are many binding spells available, but I doubt Albus would bother with any of the more common ones. Generally, we must keep within a certain distance of each other or we will both suffer some sort of…discomfort."



"Panic? Nausea?" Lupin asked, tripping slightly. He put out a hand to steady himself and brushed against Snape\'s shoulder.



There was an instant heat where he had been touched, and Snape\'s chest hitched.



Damn that pervy old sod to the fiery depths of Hell!



"Did you feel that?"



"Yes, and don\'t ever touch me again."



"Is it the…"



"Yes, it is." Snape ground his teeth and stomped more quickly down the stone staircase. "That ancient twisted prick has used an attraction charm instead of an anti-repellant charm."



"You mean, like a love spell?"



"No. More like a Spanish Fly spell."



Lupin stuck out a finger and touched Snape\'s shoulder again. The heat rippled through them and Snape\'s cock, which had heartily enjoyed the week long reprieve from women\'s knickers, sprang to life once again. He rounded on Lupin, careful to not make contact.



"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH ME!" he barked, "Don\'t you see? You\'re playing right into his hands! Nothing would please that old sicko more than you and I becoming fuck buddies."



Lupin laughed.



"Severus, we could rut for the next seventy-two hours straight, but I still don\'t think we\'d become buddies of any sort."



He poked Snape again, just for spite, and they both cried out as if they\'d been shocked. Snape pushed him away, and the heat from his hands quickly spread through the rest of his body. He looked at his offending fingers then up at Lupin who was flushed and a bit wild-eyed. He looked at his own hands, then back to Severus.



"That\'s a mighty powerful spell," he rasped.



"Dumbledore is a powerful wizard."



They stood that way for a moment, eyes locked, unsure of what should come next. Lupin took a step closer and Snape did not shrink away. Spell or no spell, there was no denying the heat they were both feeling.



Lupin took another step towards him and Snape closed his eyes, lips parting in anticipation. He could feel Lupin\'s breath on his face and smell the Firewhisky from that night\'s game. He had a moment to wonder how it would taste on his lips when a loud DING! startled them both.



"Wolfsbane!" they cried in unison. There would be less than 7 minutes to administer the potion. Snape flew down the remaining steps to his workroom, Lupin trailing right behind.





Back in his workroom, Snape watched Lupin drink down the vile potion, then turned over the hourglass. Although Lupin could not drink for 30 minutes, it did not stop Snape from pulling out the Firewhisky and pouring himself a drink.



He placed it beside him on the worktop and began to chop ingredients for the next day\'s projects.



"Would you like some help?" asked Remus, suddenly behind him and Snape jumped slightly, cutting into his knuckle with his sharp blade.



"Damnit Lupin, have you ever heard of personal space?" He put his finger to his mouth and sucked away the blood. "Please try to keep a distance of at least one meter."



"Sorry," said Lupin, hands in the air, "I was just trying to help." He leaned back on the counter a moment and watched Snape work. "Do you really believe that Sibyll did time in Azkaban?



"I don\'t suppose that lying is an option in that game."



"Oh yeah," Lupin smirked, "I suppose not."



Snape stopped his chopping and looked up. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"



"Oh, nothing," he said, making a repetitive, jerking hand motion in the air.



"Yes, that," said Snape, wincing. "They say that the game doesn\'t lie, but I certainly don\'t remember harbouring any such fantasies. It must have been back in my youth. I\'m sure I thought about half the student body back then."



"But not now?" asked Lupin, leading.



"Certainly not!" he snapped, picking up his knife and resuming his chopping. "I wouldn\'t waste my time."



"Wanking, or thinking of me?" Lupin grinned.



"Neither, thank you very much, and especially the latter."



Lupin inched closer and touched Snape\'s forearm. He jerked and cut his knuckle again.



"What the hell is wrong with you? Was I not clear earlier? One meter! ONE METER!"



He stretched out his arms for emphasis and Lupin, seeing an opening, placed his hand on Snape\'s unguarded chest. Both men gasped at the strong reactions the touch brought upon them and Snape groaned as the heat spread throughout his body. He put his own hands on Lupin\'s chest, to push him away, but his fingers froze against the fabric there and it was Lupin\'s turn to whimper.



Lupin sought out his mouth and he was powerless to stop him. There was the taste of Firewhisky and a slight tang of Wolfsbane. His head tilted up of its own accord and his lips parted as Lupin entered his mouth, needy and urgent. His hands slid up to the back of the blond head as Lupin pressed him up against the worktop. The full contact of bodies, even through their many layers of clothing, was intoxicating and Snape felt his resolve (pitiable as it already was) dwindle down to practically nothing.



Lupin brought his lips to Snape\'s ear as his hands grappled with the many buttons of his frock coat. "Trust me, Severus. I won\'t hurt you."



It was truly the wrong thing to say.



Despite the power of the spell, Snape wrenched himself from Lupin\'s grasp. His face twisted with the effort as he pushed Lupin away. He wiped a hand across his mouth and fought to steady his breath.



"But I don\'t trust you, Lupin. I cannot."



Remus\' forehead creased at the statement, his body posture trapped between angry and confused.



"Is it the Shrieking Shack? Do you still hold a grudge for something that happened over 20 years ago?"



Snape crossed his arms over his half-buttoned coat and pursed his lips. He had no desire to talk about this but the Firewhisky had loosened his tongue somewhat.



"It\'s that, and it\'s more. I don\'t specifically blame you for what happened back then."



Remus crossed his arms over his own chest, both men squared off, facing demons never spoken of.



"Then why do you still hate me?"



"I don\'t hate you. I hate whom you have aligned yourself with. I certainly don\'t like you, but you were as much a pawn as I that night. I reserve my loathing for Sirius Black." He took a long drink from his whiskey and leveled his bloodshot eyes at Lupin. "And I don\'t believe for one second that you\'re not still in cahoots with him."



Remus ran his hands through his unkempt hair and sighed deeply.



"Fine. Truth or Dare me on it."



When Snape did not react, he repeated himself.



"Truth or Dare. Ask me, I\'m obligated to tell the truth."



"It\'s not necessary," said Snape, turning back to his cuttings, "I already know the truth."



Lupin grabbed Snape by the shoulders and turned him around. The temperature in the room seemed to rise ten degrees and Snape could feel himself begin to sweat.



"Truth or Dare me, I want it to be known."



"Fine!" said Snape, shaking off Lupin\'s grip. His one meter perimeter was far from upheld but at least the man\'s hands weren\'t causing electric shocks to travel down his torso. "Truth…or Dare?" he spat through gritted teeth.



"Truth."



"Do you, or have you had, any contact with Sirius Black since his escape from Azkaban?"



"No."



The surprise must have registered on Snape\'s face, because Remus gave a smug smile.



"And Severus? I\'ll do you one better. Other than one letter that I have left unread and un-answered, I haven\'t had any contact with Black since he was convicted 12 years ago."



Snape delved into the amber eyes to search for any hint of deceit but came up empty. As far as he could tell, Lupin was telling the truth.



There was a long silence between them where Snape considered how best to form an apology without losing face and Remus dared not say anything, lest their quiet truce be lost. Eventually, the blond was the first to speak.



"Severus," he whispered, ghosting a hand across the man\'s collar bone, "Truth or Dare?"



Snape shivered under his touch and ran his tongue across his dry lips.



"Dare."



Remus bent to him and rested his mouth in the hollow of Snape\'s jaw, his breath already jagged with the closeness of their skin.



"I dare you," he whispered, "to kiss me…shirtless."



He opened his mouth and let his tongue slide beneath the black hair, to Snape\'s earlobe, pressing it between his lips, and then his teeth.



Both men began to work the buttons on their shirts, Lupin finishing first. He pulled it over his head and tossed it on the floor behind him. He then went to work on the front of Snape\'s robes, fumbling hopelessly as they licked and sucked at each other\'s mouths.



Once the outer layer was undone, Snape shrugged off his robes while Lupin went to work on his shirt, jerking the shirttail from his trousers and pulling impatiently at the many buttons.



"I know I called them repressive," he panted into Snape\'s mouth, "but they\'re bloody sexy."



Snape ran his fingers through the thick hair on Lupin\'s chest then let them slide down his abdomen and lower.



"Bloody in the way, is what they are." He reached up and ripped the front of his shirt open, buttons spraying the room like gun fire. Lupin\'s mouth opened in surprise and Snape filled it with his tongue.



The Attraction Charm didn\'t create sensation of feeling where there was none, but it served to amplify and focus existing sensations so that they were magnified significantly. Each touch was more evocative; each flick of the tongue caused a reaction that was almost visceral.



Lupin crushed Severus against him and being of almost equal size and height, the fit was impeccable. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest and hip to hip, the two men were an even match.



Severus\' hand slid down to the front of Lupin\'s trousers and traced the outline of his swollen prick there. Lupin murmured his approval, and then reconsidered, pushing Snape\'s hand away.



"Not yet, Severus. You first."



He slid to his knees in front of Snape and let his breath warm Snape\'s navel while he worked the fastenings of his trousers. Severus trembled in anticipation of what was to come. Ever since the night in the broom closet, when Remus had asked him how he liked to be sucked, Snape had found his mind ruminating on those words, lingering on the fantasy of Remus bent at his groin, and now, it seemed that it was going to become real.



Fastenings apart, Remus slowly pushed the trousers down around Snape\'s slim hips, so that only the thin layer of Snape\'s cotton keks lay between him and the Slytherin\'s pulsing cock. Remus buried his face there, pressing into the warm flesh and Snape pushed his hips forward in response. Remus took his time, rubbing his chin along the length, and then using his nose to nuzzle the sensitive tip. A small wet spot developed on the front of Snape\'s underpants and Remus put his mouth to it and flicked his tongue at the moisture there.



He brushed his lips down the shaft once more then smiled into Snape\'s groin.



"So?" he asked, face still pressing into Snape\'s prick, "How DO you want to be sucked?" He ground his chin into the base of his cock and Snape groaned.



"Ugh, with your mouth, would be sufficient."



Lupin smiled and nodded as he rolled the waistband of Snape\'s pants down, over his hips, finally freeing his cock from its confines.



It was nicely shaped although Lupin noted with some amusement that the stark contrast of the white shaft against the black thatch of hair was not unlike Snape\'s own face. It bobbed in time with Snape\'s racing heart and Lupin steadied it with one hand and then rubbed the tip of it against his lips, letting it part them slightly. He drew it in a bit further, letting his tongue run across the spongy head then slip into the notch at the end. Snape let out an appreciative breath and Lupin replied with a soft hum, the vibration traveling along his shaft. Snape\'s knees buckled, just a bit, and he placed a hand on the blond head to steady himself.



Lupin then cupped the head of Snape\'s penis with one hand and slid his lips along the length. Then his tongue. Then his teeth. All the while, his other hand busied itself caressing his thighs and fondling the soft skin of his balls. He moved back up to the head and kissed and suckled it as if it were Snape\'s mouth.



Snape let his other hand wend its way into Lupin\'s soft hair, and reminded himself to breathe lest he pass out from lack of oxygen. His entire body seemed to be an open, aroused nerve ending and as Lupin pushed the cock further and further into his hot, wet mouth, Snape fought the urge to cry out and blather like a raving lunatic.



He looked down at his groin, and the sight of his prick breaching those swollen lips and being massaged by that velvet tongue was almost more than he could handle. Lupin\'s eyes had been squeezed shut in concentration, but opened, as if he knew he was being surveyed. He smiled around his mouthful of hard flesh and cocked an eyebrow as if to say, "Watch this!"



He pressed in further and Snape watched in amazement as the whole of his cock disappeared into Lupin\'s mouth and down his throat. He pulled back, practically setting it free, then swallowed it again, his lips pressed to the base, that horrible, cheesy moustache all but hidden in Snape\'s pubic hair.



It was too much to bear. Snape\'s eyes rolled back in his head, which, in turn, lolled onto his shoulders. How he could be so hard and so rubbery at the same time was not something that he bothered to contemplate. Only that mouth. That delicious, exhilarating, scrumptiously tight, hot mouth.



He twitched, ready to spill his seed, until his half-opened eyes fell upon an object that made his blood run cold.



The hourglass.



OhJesus,Ohfuck,Ohno!



Thirty minutes! Lupin was supposed to wait thirty minutes before ingesting anything and although the potions book had not specifically mentioned spermatozoa, it could be safely assumed that a calorie was a calorie, regardless of origin.



He made a pathetic effort to push Lupin away, but was thwarted by another mind-numbing suck.



"Dhhoon\'t…you can\'t…..stop," Snape moaned, although the message was probably impeded somewhat by his hands, which were grasping Lupin\'s ears and pulling him closer.



OoohbollockingarsebiscutsGodno!



His mind scrambled to think of something, anything that might delay his inevitable ejaculation.



Dumbledore kissing Sprout.



Dumbledore kissing Hagrid.



Hagrid kissing Filch.



Filch taking a shit. (Okay, that\'s gross and probably helped somewhat, but not nearly enough.)



But still that mouth. Those lips. That tongue. That snug, snug, snug, snug throat.



Snape gripped Lupin\'s head and pressed his hips into it, arms and legs trembling with the effort.



OhsweetMarymotherofJesusGodfuckLupinFUCKYES!



His entire body spasmed and he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. The hourglass beside him was almost empty and he watched, his face frozen in a grimace as the last sands trickled down to the bottom.



Time...time..time..time..time..time..time…time…



DING!



AAURRRGHHGHAARRMPPHUHG,UGH,UGH,UGHYESTAKEITALLBITCH!!!



His hips bucked with a ferocity he didn\'t know existed as he thrust himself down Lupin\'s throat. He felt the heat pulse through him and into Lupin\'s mouth and he had a second where he was concerned about the sheer volume that might be dispensed.



In an emergency, your seat cushion may be used as a floatation device.



He chuckled madly to himself, even as his body continued to spasm and pulse through his orgasm.



When he was finally finished, and every last twitch was spent, Lupin released his prick and looked up at him with some concern. To his horror, Snape chuckled again. He clapped both hands across his mouth and the look of disquiet on Lupin\'s face changed to amusement.



"Come much?" he asked, with a wide grin.



"Not like that," Snape answered through his hands. "Never like that."



Lupin smiled and gently cupped Snape\'s slowly deflating, yet still throbbing prick.



"Let\'s see if we can go two for two."



Snape sighed at the very thought of repeating the mind-blowing experience he\'d just had and slumped, boneless, against the counter.



Severus Snape…now in handy liquid form!



"I think I might…require some recovery time before we attempt anything like that again." He pulled Remus to him and kissed him deeply, tasting himself on Remus\' tongue. It was salty and bitter, but not entirely unpleasant.



He let his hand slide down to the bulge in Remus\' trousers and ground the heel of his hand into it.



"Do you think I might…reciprocate?" he asked shyly and was pleased with the genuine grin on Lupin\'s face.



"Whatever you want, Severus. I\'d like that, but only if you\'re comfortable with it."



Snape slid down Lupin\'s chest, pausing to tease a nipple with his tongue. It was almost as hard as his cock and Snape practiced his suckling for a moment.



"I\'m comfortable with the act," he said, trailing his tongue lower, "but I am not so confident that my skills will be…up to par." He slid his hands across the front of Lupin\'s trousers and the smile did not dissipate.



"I\'m sure you will be more than capable, Severus, and I promise not to critique, even if you are completely ghastly at it.



Snape undid the fastenings on Lupin\'s trousers, and wasted no time pulling them and his y-fronts down over his hips. Although the size of his member was more than a bit intimidating, the heat and musky aroma that clung to his thighs was surprisingly pleasant. He ghosted his lips across it and it twitched in response. He repeated the motion and was pleased to achieve the same reaction.



He then opened his mouth and let the soft head of Lupin\'s prick slide into his mouth. Lupin let out a shuddering sigh and the sound of his pleasure gave Snape a thrill and the sudden realization that there was power in this submissive pose. He was in control of Lupin\'s body. A light touch here would elicit a groan, and firm pressure there would produce a grunt. For the first time in his life, Snape relished being on his knees in front of another man.



Most of his homosexual experiences had been at the hands of Death Eaters where mutual consent was a laughable non-issue. It had been about power and dominance. And Snape had been a mere receptacle. Something to be used. His life as a spy had kept him low in the pecking order, someone to be mistrusted and mistreated, and it had never occurred to Severus until now that it was deemed \'giving head\' for a reason. He wasn\'t supposed to just open his mouth passively for someone to use it, but that the act of oral congress was a skill to be performed, like kissing.



He hoped that a lightbulb had not magically formed over his head as the revelation hit, and he pressed his face forward, taking more of Lupin into his mouth.



"Oh Severus, that feels good." A hand came down to gently stroke his cheek and Snape closed his eyes, reveling in the tender caress. He released Lupin\'s cock and ran his tongue up and down the sensitive underside while pressing the base with his hand.



Lupin tilted his hips forward and widened his stance, all the while whispering gentle encouragement.



"Yes," he intoned, "like that. Oh yeah, so good."



Fishing for more praise, Snape cupped Lupin\'s balls and lightly kneaded them in the palm of his hand. This brought forth a soft hiss of contentment and Lupin widened his stance again to give Snape more room.



"Oh yeah Severus, you\'re mouth is so hot. Your tongue feels so good on my cock. Suck it. Like that. Just like that."



Lupin\'s other hand went to the back of Snape\'s head and he steeled himself to have the prick slammed down his throat, forcing him to gag and his eyes to water. But it didn\'t happen. Lupin merely caressed the back of his head and wound his fingers through the long black hair.



He continued to moan his encouragement and Snape\'s cock began to fill at the throaty sounds. Lupin even managed to make his name sound sexy. Severus. Ssssevvverussssyyyeessss.



Lupin\'s pace began to quicken and although he pressed forward with a new urgency, it was still restrained and not at all intimidating. Snape did his best to match the pace and Lupin\'s commentary was reduced to mostly vowels. He tried to swallow as much of Lupin\'s prick, as the man had done to him, but was not able to consume the full length. Lupin seemed not to notice any shortcoming, his breath now a series of quick gasps.



The hand tightened in his hair and Snape stroked the base of the shaft where his lips could not reach. Lupin tensed and arched his body, suspended in time for a moment, and then the release pushed through him as his prick pulsed out his climax. As the hot liquid filled the back of Snape\'s throat, he drank it down as a toast to this new triumph. He had taken back his power as a lover, and as Lupin pulled him up to kiss him deeply on the mouth, he smiled against his partner\'s lips.



For the first time in a long time he felt good.



Severus Snape was happy.





The morning dawned later than usual and even before he opened his eyes, the memories of the night before came rushing back as Snape smiled into his pillow. He would have thought it all a dream, except the weight of the man in the bed beside him spoke otherwise. He dared not move lest he wake him.



Thoughts of what Lupin had done to him and what he had done to Lupin played a loop in his head and judging by the pressure in his groin, he seemed ready to do it all again. He felt the bed shift as Lupin moved and stretched beside him and he leaned back into the man, feeling the hair on his chest against his spine.



Sheesh, is it hot in here or what?



He rolled over and looked into those yellow eyes.



Yellow.



Not amber.



Yellow.



The wolf blinked and Snape may have peed a little bit on the bed.