A Dark Time For The Light

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It was difficult at first to adjust to having two other people in the flat. The place felt smaller. Minor spats broke out as each tried to adjust to the boys’ routine, particularly as the two men began their own jobs, but they all managed. Eventually Hussain rang Harry with some good news. They met the man in front of a thirties maisonette. Harry introduced his two ex-teachers and Hussain grinned, “You’re a bloody goldmine, Harry”, then let them all in to the ground floor flat. Four generously sized rooms, just the one bedroom, a little broom cupboard off the hall. Exclusive use of the neat garden out the back and a parking space for the bike out front. Severus asked if the man took cash and Hussain rolled his eyes, “Cash, Mr Snape. Music to my ears, my dear”. The deal was sealed on the spot.

As they walked back to Harry and Draco’s, Severus remarked, dryly, “You seem to have found an excellent landlord”. “Fuck, yeah, he only rents to gays. We’re the ‘right’ sort of people, so long as we’re workers. He doesn’t care for folk signing on the dole. You two are just perfect as long as you don’t howl too much when you change, Remus. He likes folk who are quiet”, he shot his ex-DADA master a cheeky look. “Bugger off, Harry, I’ve got a nice garden to wander around and he said he doesn’t mind pets in the flat ‘cos we’re on the ground floor”.

A few days later, Harry received another call, Alice. “There’s another of these bunkers coming up for rent at the end of the financial year. I’d get your names down for it if I were you”, she advised. She gave the name and number of the letting agents. “Thanks for giving me back the wand, by the way”, she chuckled and rang off. Harry was on to the agent’s the very next day.

Severus’ first day in his new school. He wore his full teaching ensemble to the amusement of his first class. Fifth years. Basically no-hopers destined for minimum wage jobs. He’d been contracted to teach years one through three, but the situation being desperate and the upper school chemistry teacher off sick with nervous exhaustion, he took on the older students, whirling into the class in a billow of robes, then silencing the little oiks with one of his glares. He felt a small thrill up his spine as the class silenced instantly, then taught them the principles behind explosives and had the class eating out of his hand by the end of the lesson. The pupils all agreed, their Chemistry teacher was fucking weird but he was sort of cool, with his old-fashioned gown, ponytail and two rings in his left ear, letting them blow things up.

He was on the Tube travelling home. Home to his lover in their new flat, when the memories hit.

I snapped my fucking wand, but I still keep the charmed Galleon. That calls me when Remus needs me. As I rise from my bed in the bed and breakfast, I feel the vibrations as I dress, the Galleon gently shaking. I think for a moment. Shit. It’s nearly full moon. I check what I brought with me. I don’t have much time before He comes looking for me. Just enough time to gather up a few basic Potions and to extract my money from Gringott’s. Amongst all the dead and the maimed I got the fuck out of there. I’m finished as a spy. He’ll kill me if he finds me. I’ll just have to bear whatever agonies He decides to visit upon me through the Mark.

I’m searching for him, trying to home in on the signal. I feel the agony of his change on a visceral level. I didn’t find him in time. I finally catch up to him, in Epping Forest with blood stains around his mouth, several small bones around him and a welter of blood. “Oh, shit, Sev, what did I eat?”, are the first words he says to me. I look around. A squirrel, maybe a small dog. There’s the head of a cat, it’s collar half off the severed neck lies nearby and a pool of blood where the rest of it should be. I move him down to a stream and bathe the blood from him, massage his shoulders. He moans as my thumbs press into his muscles, then I start work on his back trying to ease the trauma of the change from his body.

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Merlin!, those hands feel good. Digging into my back, bringing me back to humanity again. Where’s he been?. What’s he been doing?. Shyly I ask him if he saw Harry in the Last Battle and he tells me he got Harry out of the melee to safety. Those touches are driving me wild. I halt him then turn over. He’s been straddling my lower back. As I turn I press my erection into him. I’m shameless but I know I want him.

After all these years.

We’ve been rivals forever but suddenly we aren’t anymore as Severus presses down on me and I feel his want pressed up against my own. The controlling git takes his sweet time about it, gazing into my eyes, which close as his mouth descends and he eats me alive. I have never been kissed like this or loved like this. He strips me then fucks me with an intensity and passion such as I have never known before, almost as if he wishes I was in my transformed state, driving into me, his tongue in my mouth, his cock buried in my arse and I have never felt so fucking completed in my life. Oh, Merlin, after all these years and he’s mine.

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Shit!!. That growl when he comes, a total mess beneath me, sends me over the edge, drilling his arse into oblivion. I’ve wanted this for so long. When he was first a teacher, way back in Harry’s third year. I watched the boy around the Wolf and totally understood. The power, the danger. I can see it in Potter’s eyes as he regards the man. He’s just as fascinated as I am. Tough, Potter. You can’t have him. I will make him mine eventually. And so I do, piledriving into wet, willing heat with main force feeling him come undone beneath me, watching his head pitch and toss, then tip backwards as he grimaces and comes between us. A few quick hard strokes and he is mine. I have claimed him. My Wolf.

I love him and in that moment and I know I always will. Bloody Gryffindors!!!

He snapped back as he reached his stop, waited patiently for the other commuters to step off. He was feeling decidedly mellow as he unlocked the door to be greeted with cooking aromas. He sought out his lover. Kitchen obviously. Laid him out over the table and soundly fucked him, first face to face, then as the passion rose again, doggy, or was that wolfy- style. Dinner was late that night. As they fed each other, Remus asked, “What was all that about. Babe?”.

Severus shared his memories. Remus went pink, then bent Severus back over the edge of the sofa and took him hard, “I’m not always a bottom”, he growled. In reply Severus allowed a delicious frisson to run through him. “Love you, Wolfie”. Later, as they lay in bed, wrapped up, Remus admitted, “Love you too, my master”, whereupon Severus possessed him again greedily, buried deep with Remus’ hands buried in his thick black hair, his tongue deep in his mouth. “Oh, yes”, was the best they could manage as they ground into each other again, then came explosively in each other’s mouths, then turned right way up, kissed each other senseless then headed towards sleep, yawning and wrapped in each other’s arms.