Price of a Kiss

oldfic, reposting it from my other account

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TITLE: Price of a Kiss
PAIRING: RL/SS, BW/SS
RATING: EXPLICIT
DISCLAIMER: All characters and references made to the HP books and movies are copyrighted to J.K. Rowling, and Warner Bros.
SUMMARY: an old curse cast on him by Malfoy leaves Snape battling problems with his current lover and fending off Cursebreakers :P
NOTES: Part of the Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest, response to Third Wave's Scenario 9: Snape has to use his safeword. Thanks to Bhex for the beta!
SPOILERS: PoA, AU post-Voldemort


Price of a Kiss

Severus was no stranger to bedroom games. Merlin knows he'd gone through enough of those to sate several hormonal teenagers, not to mention a certain married Malfoy currently rotting in Azkaban. But Remus, who had never known much outside the traditional lovemaking after his Hogwarts years, never seemed to enjoy such pleasures and was determined to make up for lost time.

It was a heady feeling, to finally have something over the werewolf. But even that was fleeting when he realized these were things he wanted to enjoy with his partner, that whatever domination and submission games they'd played during their fight against Voldemort had seemed inferior to a silent moment spent in each other's company.

They still had brief bouts of stubbornness and disagreements--habit was a hard thing to break, after all. But it had all lost significance when they'd spent the night together--for the first time--three months ago.

A month after that came the memories and the confessions. Some required forgiveness, some would forever be dangerous ground, quite a few things needed to be overcome.

Others...contributed to their already heart-stopping bed-play.

When Severus mentioned binding charms in passing one day, he found himself suddenly restrained to the bed that night. And he'd gladly writhed in pleasure and shouted in ecstasy, despite his mouth's being stuffed with Remus's sizable cock.

When they thought they'd exhausted all forms of binding from Severus's memories of his nights with Lucius (and the name never failed to bring an ugly downward curl to Remus's lips), Remus resourcefully procured Muggle devices.

Sharing new experiences with his lover seemed to be even more intimate and he'd displayed a few days' worth of hesitation. But no sound of protest left his lips when Remus plunged deep inside him, his wrists tied at his back and his mouth covered with a round gag held in place by straps circling his head.

They'd even established certain routines and had spent several nights together since. Each was clear on what the other liked and did not like. Confusion was avoided for the most part, and they were both satisfied with staying clear of uncomfortable acts and controversial subjects.

Which was why Severus stiffened in surprise as well as horror when Remus suddenly bent his head and clamped their lips together.

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It was about damn time, in Remus's opinion.

He'd been expressly told by Severus that kissing was off-limits, of course. He'd been adamant about it when they'd first slept together and a few more nights afterwards. Enough so that Remus had considered it second-nature whenever they were intimate.

Severus had stopped reminding him a whole month later. He'd been hesitant whenever Remus hovered, his jaw tensing and his breathing stilling, but a few weeks ago he seemed to have...let go.

Considering how much bull they'd both overcome before now, it could have been nothing else but permission.

He was so close! Just a few more thrusts--

Severus broke away from the kiss with a snarl on his lips and quickly muttered, "Wolfsbane."

Remus's eyes widened, mouth still slightly parted from the interrupted kiss. His groin protested very loudly, and he couldn't help a few more thrusts, despite his effort to still his movement. "You've got to be kidding me." But he'd felt Severus stiffen under him and was very much aware of his wilting erection pressed against his belly.

As if to illustrate his point, Severus began to struggle, pulling at the magical bindings keeping his wrists glued to the headboard and trying to use his legs to throw Remus off. Remus cursed under his breath and reached for his wand. The bindings came loose and Severus struggled to get up, quickly putting some distance between them and moving to sit at the edge of the bed.

Remus remained propped on his hands, head lowered as he tried to calm himself. Despite having established that safeword during their first forays into restraints and bindings, neither of them had ever uttered it.

Not until now, he thought, gritting his teeth to stifle an angry remark. He needed an explanation, fast. He'd learned enough with Severus to not jump to conclusions, but this one was taking more effort than the previous tussles they'd had.

Slightly composed, his cock suitably put off, Remus moved off and sat up against the headboard. He was just about to speak when Severus suddenly got up and walked briskly out of the room.

He let out a long sigh right after the door closed with a soft 'click.' Heat was still rolling off his body. He idly fiddled with his wand and decided to cast a small cooling charm.

What in Merlin's name could be so catastrophic about kissing? Severus had been about to climax then as well, if he recalled--he saw the signs, even felt the rhythmic tightening of that hot arse--but at the kiss, his whole body had gone rigid and his manhood began growing limp. Remus thought it was just surprise, and even if it wasn't, he'd hoped Severus was too far gone in pleasure to just let it pass. He'd even timed the bloody thing so it was right before the Slytherin's second orgasm.

He licked his lower lip at the memory. Severus's lips had been unexpectedly soft, and he immediately liked the feel of them pressed against his.

Although he would never admit it, Remus loved kissing. It was the most enjoyable part of being in a relationship with someone, as far as he was concerned. Sex was all well and good, but the intimacy of a single kiss was irreplaceable.

He couldn't imagine not kissing Severus forever, truth be told. When he mused about the Slytherin (which was often and always managed to make him horny), he sometimes had fantasies of what he'd do to that tempting mouth when he was allowed. When. It had never occurred to him that he might never be granted permission.

The mere thought of it upset him.

The door opened again and in walked Severus, hair and face slightly damp and clothed in the dark green bathrobe Albus had given him a decade ago. Remus kept quiet, watching as the Slytherin once again sat at the edge of the bed, this time close beside him. Their hands brushed together, making him itch to run his palm over the exposed part of Severus's white arm.

Severus looked at him for few seconds, as if inwardly debating something. Then, with a small sigh, he began his explanation.

---

Remus frowned, feeling his temper rising again. He was normally a patient man, he knew this. But if there was one thing he hated more than Voldemort, it was Lucius Malfoy. And being with Severus, the name had a habit of popping up ever so often. "Malfoy put a hex on you during our sixth year?"

"A curse, not a hex. There's a bloody difference."

"Fine, then. A curse. And it makes sure you don't kiss anyone else?"

"In effect. It inflicts pain on...certain areas."

"When you kiss someone?"

"I don't like repeating myself, Lupin."

"And I don't like the thought of not being able to kiss you." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "There's no cure, or...? Can't Albus--"

"Lucius got it from a book banned by the Ministry. It didn't cite a cure there, and Albus doesn't know of one either."

Remus' eyebrows shot up. "You told the Headmaster?"

Severus gave him a long-suffering look. "No. He brought it up, so casually during tea, if I might add."

"But surely Malfoy himself--"

"Don't raise your voice. Lucius claims there isn't one, but I wouldn't put it past him to keep the information to himself."

"Oh." Remus ran his hand through his hair. He tried to calm himself, knowing the irrational anger for what it was and trying to squelch it. Jealousy never got anyone anywhere good, especially not if Severus picked up on it. "Don't curses take a long time to cast?"

"Yes."

When he didn't say anything further, Remus frowned. "And...what? You just sat there for days while Malfoy draw patterns on your body?"

"Rituals were involved. And we were...doing them every night anyway, so I didn't notice."

Remus's eyes widened. A snarl escaped his lips before he could stop it. Severus noticed immediately and stiffened. "He used sex magic?!"

Snape just narrowed his eyes.

And Malfoy didn't visit Hogwarts again after their Fifth. "Did he put the curse on you on our sixth year, or did you only notice it then?!"

"I'm quite certain it was during our sixth year. It's not like he could have hidden the fact so that I'd only notice it la--"

"Not that you would have seen anything wrong with him casting hexes on you during our Fifth or Fourth, you were so engrossed with the man."

"Curses. And don't interrupt me, Lupin."

"A curse, for Merlin's sake! Of course it would have to be lifelong for a Malfoy!"

Severus scowled, eyes still narrowed, and said nothing.

Remus stood up and began pacing angrily. He'd made a very bad impression on Severus when he'd lost hold of his emotions a few times before--interrupting him, not letting him talk, making assumptions--enough so that Severus had deftly refused to talk to him while he was 'in this mood,' as he himself put it.

Not that it happened that often, only thrice so far in fact. But, dammit--using sex magic on a Hogwarts student! Bloody moron hid safely in his mansion fucking his bloody wife while Severus had been ensconced in Hogwarts for years and left to deal with the consequences...

Remus was about to ask just that, when Severus suddenly stood up and headed for the door. He let out a loud, frustrated sigh and said, "Severus, come back! We're still talking, dammit!"

When Severus neither slowed down nor turned around, he shouted, "Does this curse even have a bloody name?!"

---

Remus bloody Lupin being a bloody prat was not something Severus wanted to deal with so early on an otherwise peaceful Sunday.

The werewolf picked the strangest things to harp about. First, it was about his treatment of his students. As if the little sods would open a book if I didn't snarl at them. The second time, it was about Dumbledore making him spy on Voldemort's followers. Bloody fool thinks he knows better than the Headmaster.

And now, over a little irremovable curse that wouldn't let him kiss.

He huffed and snarled at a third year student passing by. The student tripped over his own feet while running away. Severus smirked and headed swiftly for Hagrid's hut, intent on immersing himself with harvesting potion ingredients for the rest of the day. At least he could do something productive while he once again contemplated the wisdom of being with Remus bloody Lupin.

Remus sighed and checked the clock on his desk. Dinnertime, and Severus was still out sulking. He wondered idly if he should go after him and maybe make up, but he wasn't in a mood to. Yet. However justified he felt about their row earlier that day, Remus knew he would be the one apologising anyway. He promised himself that he wouldn't be the one to approach the other after their next fight. It was high time Severus learned that he couldn't always take the high horse whenever they disagreed.

He stood and stretched, wincing at the popping sounds his bones made. He was hungry and he was having dinner, Severus or no Severus.

After putting away the things on his desk, he proceeded toward the Great Hall. On the way there, he caught Hermione speeding toward him, her arms filled with books and rolled parchment.

"Professor Lupin!" she said, clearly out of breath. "Good evening, Sir!"

"Good evening, Hermione," he gave her a genial smile. "Aren't you supposed to be in the Great Hall? Meal's about to start."

"I'll just be a moment, Sir. I'm just going to talk to Bill about a few spells. He just arrived, and he's in the library, but he can't stay long, 'cause he has to--"

"Bill, you said? Bill Weasley?" William Weasley. Gringotts.

Cursebreaker.

"--staying at Hogwarts for a few nights, Headmaster Dumbledore said--"

Remus interrupted her before she could detain them further, "Mind if I come with you? There's something I need to ask Bill as well."

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"Several." Bill said, leaning back and flipping the end of his long ponytail over his shoulder. Remus felt a pang of envy at how easily the younger man managed to be attractive. "Can you be more specific?"

"It involves kissing."

Bill flashed him an indulgent half-smile. "A bit more specific than that, if you please."

Remus frowned. He didn't really want to be specific unless absolutely necessary. "What do you need to know?"

"As much detail as you could give, actually. There are over a hundred curses involving intimacy--do you know when it was cast? By whom--to whom? Time of day? Rituals?"

He shifted in his seat. "These are...necessary?"

"Remus. I can keep a secret."

Remus sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "I hope you can keep several."

He had to hand it to Bill: he handled the whole story without raising an eyebrow or betraying any strong emotion. Just how many people have already entrusted their secrets to him? Then again, being the eldest of the Weasley offspring, secret-keeping was probably in his job description.

When he finished, Bill spent a few seconds with a faraway gaze and a small crease between his eyebrows. Eventually, he looked over at Remus across the table again. "There are seven curses that I know of that fit this description. Knowing the exact name of the curse may be irrelevant at this point. I think I know a general way to break the curse. I'm just...not sure how willing you'll be to try it."

Remus' eyebrows drew together. "Why? Is it dangerous?"

"Well...no, not exactly. There are certain...requirements you might not agree to."

"Name them."

Bill's eyebrow shot up at this. "It's that serious then? You and Snape?"

He shrugged helplessly. "I can only speak for myself."

"Huh." Bill frowned and idly scratched the side of his nose. "Well, for one thing, he has to be aroused."

Remus blinked. Again. "Oh."

"And, for another..." Bill leaned forward on the table, clasping his hands together and looking Remus straight in the eye, "you might not like what I have in mind for payment."

---

Bill watched with growing amusement as Remus digested his last statement. The innuendo wasn't lost on the werewolf, he was sure, and he seemed to be handling things pretty badly. He could have sworn the other man would start growling and demanding he stay away from his lover.

He repressed the urge to smirk. Typical possessive wolf.

To his surprise, Remus gave a bitter and amused laugh. "And here I thought all the members of your family hold a certain grudge against Snape."

Bill shrugged, "I'm not saying I like him. Never did. Embarrassed me enough times in Potions. But I always thought he was damn sexy when he started teaching in Hogwarts. He even looked healthier then." He conveniently didn't remind Remus of the fact that he'd been in his first year when Snape and the Marauders were in their seventh, and that he vividly remembered Snape during his seventh year--a goth-looking upperclassman who often wore his robes open to reveal tight sleeveless shirts. If he was lucky, the shirt would have a dipping collar. To this day, he could recall the excitement he felt whenever he caught a flash of collarbone or a pale, smooth (and lickable) shoulder.

No, the man wasn't nice. But he was damn shaggable.

He'd found him extremely attractive then, despite his lack of raging hormones and the Marauders' constant effort to rally all Gryffindors against Slytherins. Well, Bill had always been the deviant among his mother's many children.

"I can't speak for him," Remus finally answered. Teeth grit, eyes subtly flashing.

Oh, but if you could... "If he gives any indication that he wants me to leave after I take off the curse, I will. I just ask that you don't bite my head off for trying, especially if he decides to accept."

He wasn't sure, but now he thought he could hear a low growl.

Despite his confidence, Bill leaned slowly back from the table, trying to make it look natural. "No strings, just one night. I promise not to spirit him away from you in my entire lifetime." He paused, wondering, then decided to give in and let a teasing smile show on his lips. "Or is your relationship with him so weak that I could actually pose a threat to it?"

Those amber eyes narrowed. "It's generally not a good idea to bait werewolves, Bill."

"Well, I was only joking."

That seemed to snap Remus out of whatever alternate personality he'd let take over. His shoulders slumped, and he once again seemed like the tired man Bill was accustomed to. The kind smile was disturbingly absent, though. "All right. Come to our rooms tonight."

"Tonight? Won't you speak with him about this first?"

"For this?" Remus showed a weary smirk. "I think it's best to just spring it on him this time."

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Severus gently closed the door behind him and walked to the center of his workroom, already opening the satchel he carried and retrieving the jars he'd brought. They would still need to be labeled, but that could be accomplished tomorrow. With the scene he'd had with Remus earlier, he doubted if the werewolf would still be up to his company the following day. It often took him the better part of a week before he'd cooled down enough to attempt to patch things up again.

He felt a tinge of sadness at having to spend the next day alone. They'd planned a couple of things to do together, and outside of Hogwarts, to boot. He briefly considered approaching the werewolf to apologise, then quickly snuffed the idea out. As if that morning had been his fault.

He placed the last of the jars on the worktable, folded the bag and shoved it in a corner. He really was tired. He quickly went to his rooms, shedding his robe and unbuttoning his shirt as he did so.

As soon as he heard the soft 'click' of his bedroom door closing behind him, he felt rough hands seize his arms, spin him around, and push him forcefully against the wall. He struggled half-heartedly, knowing who it was that held him, and not appreciating it. "Lupin, let go." He tried to move his hands, but his wrists were held firmly in iron grips, pressed almost painfully against the wall.

"Oh, no, love," the equally rough voice purred in his ear. "You're staying. Right. There. We're doing something special tonight."

"I'm not in the mood for--"

"Hush. Or do I have to gag you?"

The commanding voice and suggestive bulk pressing against his arse was his undoing. For the hundredth time, he regretted ever telling nice, quiet Lupin about Lucius Malfoy's sexual exploits.

A muttered spell left his wrists pinned in place. Remus' right hand slid around him and slipped into his half-unbuttoned shirt, gliding over his skin and settling on his left nipple. He moaned, arching into the touch, feeling shivers of pleasure course through his body with every playful swipe of that thumb against his flushed skin.

"Not so snarky now, are you?" the voice whispered against his ear. Severus felt a hot tongue flick teasingly at his ear. He turned his head, seeking more contact, then felt Remus' other hand grab hold of his hair and pull his head back. A small whimper escaped his lips, and another as he felt Remus give another suggestive thrust at his arse. Despite the clothes, he could clearly feel the other man's erection rubbing against him.

Remus kept his head pulled back. He licked, nibbled, and bit at the exposed throat, pressing his cheek against it whenever Severus made a sound. His hand stopped playing with the other man's nipples and began quickly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

"Remus..." Severus breathed, his voice hitching slightly when Remus' hand slipped inside his pants and began fondling him. "Bed. Now."

The werewolf laughed. "As you wish."

---

Bill watched, his throat parched, his mouth dry, as Remus's head bobbed up and down on Severus's manhood. He'd been slightly detached when the werewolf restrained the Potions master's wrists on the headboard and undressed him on his own bed. But when the pants came off, Bill knew he was doomed.

Here was Severus as he'd never seen him before, except in distant teenage fantasies he'd indulged in during his seventh year. And the real thing was far, far more erotic than the mental trash he'd dredged up to help him masturbate to sleep.

He definitely did not foresee the noise. Small, enticing little gasps of pleasure, whimpers, small cries of need and want as Remus deftly stroked his body like a skilled tamer. That delectable mouth almost constantly open, emitting sounds of sexual frenzy.

Remus must have done something extremely pleasurable with this mouth, for Severus suddenly strained against his bonds and gave a brief scream, his thighs tensing and feet pressing farther against the mattress. Sweat rolled down his forehead, cheeks, arms, chest, legs. Bill wanted to go over there and lick them off, one shiny bead at a time.

Another small whimper, and Remus' head rose, making Severus curse and demand that he resume his activities. Remus merely smirked fondly at him, wiping his lips against the back of his hand. He dropped to all fours on Severus's body, crawling slowly up the bed until he was face to face with the man, his face inches away from the Potions master's own. Here, Severus fell still, a wary, tense look on his face.

Remus placed his legs between his own and nudged them farther apart, settling himself in between. Still looking at Severus directly in the eyes, he rubbed himself shamelessly against the other man, grinding their cocks together, making Severus arch up against him.

Then, almost reluctantly, Remus turned his head slightly to look at Bill. He gave a swift jerk of his head, gesturing for Bill to get on with it.

Bill inhaled deeply, steeling himself, before announcing both his presence and the countercurse in a voice so loud that it drowned out all other sounds in the room.

---

Bill Weasley.

Bill Weasley was in his bedroom. William Weasley of the Weasley family, pride of Gringotts and eldest of the accursed red-headed Wizarding clan, was in his bedroom. Had been for some time now, it seems.

Watching.

Outrage and embarrassment threatened to overwhelm him. Blood rushed to his head and he felt his face heat up, knew that he was blushing, but didn't really give a damn at the moment.

This was Remus' doing, somehow. And Remus was going to die within the bloody hour.

He was about to say just that, when Remus suddenly swooped down and pressed their lips together.

Pain shot through Severus, making him stiffen and instinctively struggle. But this time, Remus wouldn't budge. The werewolf looked at his face, frowning, then said to Bill, "It's not working!"

"What the HELL is going on?!"

Bill was frowning at him as well, wand in hand. "Wait, I'll try another one--"

Another loud incantation and a wand-wave later, Bill paused and scratched his head.

"Can't cast this one yet. He's not aroused."

Morons. The world is filled with morons. Severus began glaring at Remus, too angry for words. But Remus wasn't even paying attention to him anymore. At least, not to his face. He'd diverted his attention to Severus's crotch, where his limp cock lay pressed against Remus' still erect one.

"Guess I'll have to work on him again." Without even a pause, he scooted backward and took the wilting manhood into his mouth once more, eagerly sucking and licking.

A deep groan slipped past his lips as he felt blood rush back to his loins. He panted, struggling to form a coherent sentence together and get Bill Weasley the hell out of his rooms, when he felt a hand caressing his chest and lips sucking on that part of his neck, the part which always...

"Oooooh," Snape breathed. Brain lost. Just a bit further, a little more...

Just as before, Remus abruptly stopped, just a little more suckling away from bliss. He repressed a sob in the nick of time and opted to clamp his legs around the werewolf's body and try to draw him closer. "Finish what you bloody start!"

"Oh no, love," Remus said, looking down at him with an amused expression. He even had the temerity to pat his arm. "Not just yet."

"Patience is a virtue," came the unwanted comment from the person on his right, who had stopped licking his neck.

"Merlin damn you BOTH!" he screamed and flopped back down on the bed, resigned. It was fairly obvious what both of them were trying to accomplish that night (aside from driving him insane with lust). The sooner they can get it over and done with, the faster he can have his much-deserved orgasm and kick them out of his rooms.

Bill shifted on the bed, clothes slightly rumpled, and aimed his wand at Severus again. His brows furrowed in concentration, and he cast another spell, this time in a glottal language that sounded like goblin, and a small greenish light shot from his wand to travel throughout Severus's body like electricity.

He had felt nothing when Bill first cast something on him, and he felt nothing now. He withdrew slightly as Remus came closer again, fearing what he knew the werewolf was about to attempt.

"Hush, Sev," Remus whispered, when their foreheads were pressed together. "Just a few seconds. And it will all be over."

He lied, of course. It wasn't just a few seconds.

The kiss seemed to last an eternity.

In that brief moment, Severus came to a couple of realizations: 1) kissing wasn't so boring as he thought it was, 2) Lucius was One Bad Kisser, and 3) he'd been missing out on this for more than two decades.

When Remus (forcefully) broke off the kiss and lay on his left side, Severus was leaking, breathless, and eager for more.

"Damn, I'm good," Bill said. Severus saw to his surprise that Bill had his hand between his widespread legs and was very gently fondling his balls. He became aware of a finger hovering near his opening.

Much as he'd liked another go at it, Snape deftly avoided Remus's face by swiftly turning his head, and said, "You've done your little charity for the day, Mr. Weasley--though believe me, there will be some form of recompense. So what in blazes are you still doing here?"

Bill gave Remus a pointed glance. Snape shifted his attention to his lover, and he was surprised to find him looking back at him...apprehensively.

Ah.

How surprisingly Slytherin. And for one of Arthur's, to boot! Today was just meant for surprises. "Not so charitable after all, hm?" he said, though he didn't feel half as acerbic, still hard and taking in ragged breaths on the bed.

"Only if you want to, though," Bill answered. "So...will you have me?"

Severus eyed Remus. Remus's expression was blank, though Bill probably wouldn't even be there if Remus hadn't agreed to this arrangement. It seemed like the final decision, indeed, was up to him. "Just tonight?" he asked.

Bill opened his mouth to answer, but it was Remus' voice he heard "Just tonight."

Snape looked at Bill intently, looking for signs of uncertainty or hesitation. The younger man's unfaltering self-confidence clinched it.

He did owe him payment. Better now than some expensive and hard-to-brew potion he'd be required to concoct later.

He gave a small smile and spread his legs wider.

Bill made haste with his pants, unbuttoning and drawing it down only so far as to free his already leaking erection. He took his wand again and cast a quick lubrication charm.

Severus's attention was diverted once again as Remus recaptured his lips. The other man's stubble scraped against his chin and cheeks, the soft lips caressing his own, and his tongue plundering his mouth with a fierceness similar to the way he would drive into Severus during his wildest. The Potions master closed his eyes, letting the sweet sensations roll through him as he moaned his pleasure into another person's mouth.

A few seconds later, he felt the rough texture of dragonhide gloves lifting and parting his arse. He raised his legs and settled them around Bill's shoulders. Bill took the hint and bent him forward, careful not to strain him against the bindings on the headboard, and slowly guided his cock into Severus's opening.

Bill breached him in an agonizingly slow pace, and he gave a small moan. Which Remus seemed to have misinterpreted. The werewolf tore himself from the kiss and yelled a reprimanding, "Gently!" at Bill.

"Harder, dammit!" Severus snarled, and impaled himself completely with one upward thrust.

Now that hurt. But damned if he was going to admit it. The pain ebbed quickly, though--at least the boy had the good sense to wait for a couple of seconds. When he'd gotten used to Bill's girth, he urged him on with his legs, undulating under him. Bill gave a tentative thrust, watching his expression, and when Severus closed his eyes and breathed a slow "Aaaaah," the Cursebreaker started thrusting in earnest.

It was strange, to feel another man penetrating him after months of restricting himself to Remus. Not that he'd had that many other men before the werewolf engraved himself into his life. But feeling another length inside him, taking pleasure from him, while Remus watched was...indescribably delicious.

"Kiss me," Severus hissed at him, his breathing growing shallower by the second.

As Remus did wonders with his tongue in his mouth, Bill attacked his prostate fiercely, apparently making the most out of his one-night stand. He could feel the Cursebreaker's sweat dripping on him with each downward thrust, could hear the deep grunts and moans of pleasure, as he submitted to his former student. But it was Remus's kiss, Remus's soft, spicy lips and invasive tongue that made him feel like he was on fire.

When the werewolf had taken to playing with his nipples, Severus came, soaking his chest and belly with his seed. When the waves of pleasure subsided, Bill paused, uncertain whether to continue. "Don't stop," Severus said, and Bill happily resumed.

Remus broke off when Severus began shooting. As Bill found his pace again, he scooped the come from his torso and held his hand up to Severus's face, eyes burning intensely.

The Potions master made a broad swipe across Remus' hand with his tongue without hesitation. He cleaned it all off, licking at every nook and cranny of those long digits. As he released the last finger of Remus' hand from between his lips, he found Remus' tongue deep in his mouth again, tasting him and sliding across his teeth.

He felt renewed interest in his cock, relishing in each of Bill's thrusts, sucking in Remus' tongue...

Bill's pace grew faster, and after a few particularly strong jabs, he came deep inside Severus with a loud grunt. Liquid warmth being shot inside him, coating his insides and making him feel slick. He tightened his arse muscles, clamping down on the jerking organ, milking it completely.

When he was finished, Bill withdrew, his manhood sliding easily out of him. Clearly spent, he settled himself at the right side of the bed, wiping sweat from his brows and watching as the other two men dealt with each other.

Remus released Severus from his bonds, then urged him to turn around. He raised Severus on all fours, knees nudging his legs far apart, hands stroking at his sides then settling at his chest to twist and caress his nipples.

He entered Severus quickly and without warning, leaning over him on one hand while the other continued to play with his chest. Severus whimpered at the quick entry, then began giving off moans in large quantities with each of Remus' thrusts.

It was a long time before Bill realised that Remus' voice carried not only his grunts and harsh breathing, but also words. He strained his ears to hear, feeling reluctant stirrings in his cock when he understood some of them.

"....little slut...you like having men shove their cocks into your cunt, you sick fuck...spread your legs for the entire Ministry....take it...won't stop 'til I'm done with you..."

The pace became frantic. Severus's cock swung whenever Remus pushed. The Potions master's mouth was slack, letting out a litany of curses and pleadings which turned into incoherent little mewls of pleasure as Remus rocked his body easily across the bed, the headboard hitting the wall with loud thumps.

The first indication that Bill saw was Severus's toes curling and his thighs parting farther. Then his body arched, his arms strained to support him, and his head threw back as he released a scream. White liquid shot out from his manhood and sprayed the bed in arcs, Remus still thrusting powerfully into Severus. The werewolf let out a triumphant scream of his own, as he reared back and jammed the other man's hips closer, spilling his seed deep into him. Bill saw some of it leak from Severus's hole, dripping from his balls, and sliding down his thighs.

The sounds and noises slowly subsided. Both were clearly spent, and as soon as Remus withdrew, Severus collapsed at the center of the bed, facing Remus' side. Remus took his wand briefly to cast a quick cleaning charm on the entire bed and its occupants, then settled beside Severus and wrapped himself around the other man, clearly stating his territory.

"Stay the night," Remus said to him. Bill nodded and settled on his side, giving a soft snort as Remus tightened his hold on the Potions master.

He found himself wishing that he could spend several nights on that soft bed, and perhaps be able to touch Severus the way Remus now was. He mentally sighed, berating himself for not just asking for money, and quickly fell into a deep, contented slumber.

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Severus woke up to find Bill already gone. He could tell from Remus' breathing that he was also awake, but Remus said nothing, merely stroking his back in idle circles.

"Regretting what you did?" Severus suggested helpfully while stifling a yawn.

"Yes."

The simple answer made the insult stay on his tongue. He looked up into Remus' face and saw the werewolf looking at him intently, brows creased as if waging a silent war inside his head.

"If you sleep with anyone else again, I'll kill you."

Merlin. Severus gave a tired chuckle. This was a funny, funny day. "What just happened wasn't my idea."

"Curse is broken, though," Remus said, as if he hadn't spoken.

He sounded to Severus like he was comforting himself. He huffed and buried himself deeper into the warmth. Body heat in the dungeons was a wonderful thing. "Bloody werewolf, pimping me to Gryffindors." After a while, he gave another amused chuckle. "No wonder the Weasleys are so poor, if that's their idea of settling debts."

"Hush, you."

He felt his head tilted back and smiled as stubble scraped against his cheek, deceptively soft lips sliding against his own.

End