Mate

Diclaimer: I do not own anything nor am I making profit from this little piece of writing. Remus and co are the property of Ms Rowling.

Forgive me! I meant to update sooner but summer was a lot more busy than I thought!! I finished this last night and then my laptop ate it, so I've rewrote what I can remember. Sorry it's sooo short.

~Reise


It was the warmth he noticed first. The warmth that surrounded him all over. Inside him and on his skin, settling around him like a moss on a tree. He liked this warm feeling; it made him feel safe, secure. And it lulled him to a slow, contented wakefulness.

The second thing he noticed was the coil of pleasure creeping from his groin, spreading slowly, ever so slowly through his entire body. The shuddering wave took him by surprise and, still mostly asleep, he pushed against the fleeting friction. A dark chuckle met his eardrums.

It wasn’t until a pair of moist lips begun to nibble his neck that his brain caught up and processed the physical sensations assaulting him.

He opened one bleary eye and tilted his head to the side, to be met with the sight of two honey brown eyes. He blinked once. Twice. And then jerked away from the body next to him, and the lovely hand on his cock.

When he was out of reach, he rolled to face those eyes, sitting as he did so; the pause an attempt to rein his emotions in. Anger, lust, need. But anger took precedence. He glared at the other person.

Severus noticed the warmth first. And the warmth was what stayed with him in the cold days following.

“What, pray tell me, do you think you’re doing, Lupin?” Came his scathing question. Last night came back to him. That explains why I’m topless, he thought, trying to maintain his glare as Remus crawled towards him for all the world like an animal stalking his prey. And he is an animal, and I am his prey. And isn’t that a delightful thought.

And it was. Severus could feel his body wanting to fall to the floor, on his back and let Remus continue playing with him. But how much of that was pure arousal, and how much was the need to be with Remus, to be dominated by him. To give this person his body and his soul. The thought sent a fresh spurge of arousal through his body.

Remus’s nostrils flared and he scented the air. That act cause Severus to blush more that sitting there, in front of him, with his cock half-hard. Remus chuckled as he stopped inches short of sitting on Severus’s lap.

“I won’t apologise for touching you,” Remus stated fiercely. “You’re my mate and I li–”

“I don’t believe you,” Severus interrupted, narrowing obsidian eyes. Remus frowned.

“Believe what?”

“I don’t believe that I’m your mate. How could I be when you... you kissed Black!” Severus wanted to believe he had snarled it; the sound however, was torn from his throat in a high, heartfelt tone.

“You are my mate and I didn’t kiss Sirius.”

“I saw you!” Severus shouted getting up and turning towards where a window would be had this room of the Shack actually had windows.

“I was thinking of you,” Remus began to explain.

“Oh great! Yeah! Thinking of me as you were kissing him! Was this all a joke? A laugh? ‘Let’s see how we can humiliate Snivellus’?” Severus was angry now; the anger hot and coursing through his body as the arousal seared his blood mere moments before. Was it only moments? It feels like a lifetime. Like we’ve been in here forever.

Remus, however, had had enough of Severus interrupting him. The wolf growled silently in his head. His mate was entitled to his opinions and his anger but he would listen when Remus spoke. He would show is submission to his alpha.

“ENOUGH!” Remus didn’t shout the word, but said it with such authority, that Severus could hear the capitals in the word. He could hear the dominance and it resonated inside him. Resonated and something else stirred in him. He felt his body turn around despite his mind telling it No. At the look on Remus’s face, Severus felt the tug of his body as he dropped t his knees, head bowed, eyes yet still trying to seek Remus’s own.

Remus was holding his breath. Oh this was perfect; this was wondrous. The wolf agreed; his mate showed his submission perfectly. It was clear in his eyes, peeking through midnight lashes, that Severus was utterly enchanted with Remus, despite fighting it. He took several paces across the room so that his thigh was practically touching Severus’s face. His hand began to stroke his hair and Severus leaned into the touch.

“You will listen to me as I have listened to you. You will give me the respect to let me defend the accusations, and you will remain silent until I have finished. Understood?” When Severus made no movement or acknowledgement, Remus made a fist with the hand in his hair and pulled it sharply. Severus gasped.

“Understood?” Remus asked again, Severus nodded wide-eyed.

“Good. That day... you are such a tease, such a nice little tease,” Remus began, his voice dropping an octave. Severus shivered. “It was all I could do not to grab you and take you over the nearest flat surface... or wall. I was full of your scent; it was surrounding me and it was all I could smell. I saw you following me to that corridor and I found the alcove so I could... well... molest you,” Remus coughed and looked embarrassed. Severus looked up sharply and a look of lust went across his pale features. “Like I said, all I could smell was you and my mind was aroused with the memory of that dream. I was kissed, and I thought it was you until the actual kiss. It didn’t taste like you or feel like you. I thought it was you, though. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?” Remus sounded so forlorn, so lost. Severus eyed him.

“Am I your mate?” Severus asked brusquely. Remus nodded and Severus stood. “Then you are my mate too, and I do not share. You’re dominant to me, your wolf is an alpha and sexually, I like to submit to my partner. But that doesn’t mean this relationship isn’t equal. It is. And if I ever catch you kissing anyone else, then you will know what it is to cross a Slytherin.”