Regurgitation

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Author's Notes: This was a practical joke played on innerslytherin's fans for April Fool's Day. It is actually a parody of her Redemption Series (Snupin of course!) which can be found here: http://innerslytherin.livejournal.com/541666.html I highly reccomend reading it!

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Regurgitation


Groaning, Severus laid his head on the rim of the toilet, savouring the feeling of the cold porcelain against his cheek. The surface of his foggy mind registered the wet cloth wiping his mouth. A kiss was pressed to his cheek as nimble fingers combed through his dirty hair--the same fingers that had held his hair back only moments before, as he emptied his stomach contents.

Feeling another lurch in his lower abdomen, Severus leaned into the bowl once more. After a few dry heaves, a small amount of bile erupted from his thin lips. The sour taste clung to his tongue, which felt like it weighed about two tonnes. As he pulled the chain to flush the toilet, he dimly heard soft chuckling behind him.

"That will teach you not to mix Snakebite and Firewhiskey again," Remus commented, attempting to cover his smile with his hand.

Severus weakly gave Remus a two-fingered salute as he pushed himself off the floor onto shaky feet. Remus took him by the elbow and guided him into their bedroom. Severus collapsed onto the bed and pressed a hand over his eyes to block out the sunlight.

"I should've known that anything Muggle and magic combined would be absolutely disastrous," Severus moaned as Remus pulled off his boots. He lay like a limp rag doll as he was systematically divested of the remainder of his clothing.

Once he was down to his white cotton briefs, he rolled over onto his side. His face screwed up in distaste and a whimper escaped from his lips before he could stop it, as his gaze landed on the vomit bucket. Remus quickly pulled out his wand and Evanescoed the lot. He sat down next to Severus and rubbed the Potion Master's back.

He gestured to the now-empty pail. "Do you still need this?"

"Merlin, I bloody hope not," Severus croaked. His treacherous stomach rolled violently as the words left his mouth, however.

"You should try to sleep if you can," Remus suggested, covering Severus with a thin sheet.

"Kip with me," Severus asked, pointedly not looking at the werewolf.

Remus smiled at his pathetic lover. "Of course, Severus." After stripping down to his own pants, he slipped between the sheets, spooning up to Severus' back.

Severus sighed contentedly and relaxed into his lover's arms...until he felt a hardness press in between his arse cheeks.

"Remus! That had better be your wand."

Remus snickered against his neck. "I can't help it if seeing you all vulnerable gets me excited."

"Why, you bloody werewolf! I'm going to--"

"What? Vomit on me?" Remus' snort echoed throughout the room.

"I am going to make more than just your leg gimpy...when I can move again, that is."

Remus' laughter was abruptly cut off by the sound of retching.