Of Some Persuasion

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“I’m going to go talk to him. I can’t believe this!” Lupin rose from the floor in front of the fireplace and brushed off the knees of his trousers. Sirius rose similarly and settled back down at the table.

“It’s Snape we’re talking about. Enough said. If I could leave and go to Hogwarts…”

“He’s gone too far this time. He can’t stop teaching Harry Occlumency; it’s too important.” Remus grabbed his cloak off the back of a chair and fastened the mismatched buttons along its tatty front.

“And you think he’ll just listen to you?”

“I don’t know, but I have to try.”

Sirius got up and rounded the table; blocking Remus from exiting the kitchen.

“You know what he’ll want. It’ll be just like what you told me with the Wolfsbane potion.” Lupin looked down at his feet, unable to meet Sirius’ eyes.

“Then I’ll do what I must. This is too important.”

“You could just talk to Dumbledore, you know. There are other options here.” Lupin raised a hand to his all-too tired eyes and sighed heavily.

“Sirius, Dumbledore won’t force Snape to do anything; you know that. Besides, he has other things to take care of right now; babysitting Snape shouldn’t be one of them. If this doesn’t work, then we can bother Dumbledore. But I think I have a good chance of...” Lupin paused as if searching for the right words. “Persuading him.” Now it was Sirius’ turn to stare at the floor.

“I don’t want you to do this.”

“I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.” Remus squeezed Sirius’ shoulder reassuringly before guiding his friend away from the door. Lupin stepped out of the kitchen and reached the front door before Sirius spoke up behind him.

“You’re better than this, you know. Better than him.” Lupin paused at the front door, his hand resting on the knob.

“I’ll be back later.” He exited Grimmauld Place without a backward glance at his friend, and disapparated with a loud pop from the front stoop.

* * *

A loud knock on his chamber door startled Severus Snape from the papers he was grading. Not that he was angry at being interrupted; none of the abysmal papers were worth the parchment they were written on. He was, however, angry at the impertinence of being disturbed this late at night. He strode over to the door, a slew of condemnations resting on the tip of his tongue. The sight that greeted him, however, robbed him of his eloquence.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too, Severus.” As if his late hour wasn’t bad enough, Lupin had the audacity to brush past Snape into his own chambers without even waiting for an invitation. Not that he would have received one. Snape closed the door and turned around to find Lupin standing in the middle of his room; stern-faced and arms across

“I’m surprised, Lupin. You’re not all smiles and niceties. And here I thought you were such a genteel werewolf.” A well-practiced sneer crept onto the potion masters face.

“It’s become abundantly obvious to me that smiles and niceties get a person nowhere with you. So I figured the straight forward approach would be best. Why have you stopped teaching Harry Occlumency?”

Snape nodded slowly, crossing his own arms.

“So Potter ran tattle-tale to his Godfather-in-law, did he? Well, apparently he only told you half of the story.”

“No, I heard the whole thing.” Lupin remained stock still in the center of the room, almost meditative. “About Harry entering your Pensieve and what he saw within it.”

“Then you know exactly why I stopped teaching him. What a concise conversation.” Snape crossed the room and re-opened the door. “You have your answers, now you can head home. I’m sure Black is pacing a hole in the floor awaiting your return.”

Lupin’s stoic composure crumbled suddenly as he crossed the room and wrenched the door out of Snape’s grip, slamming it closed.

“We’re not done here, Severus.” The werewolf’s hoarse voice had taken on a steely tone. “Are you really so immature that you would put Harry – and the Order, for that matter – at risk because of a stupid mistake on the boy’s part?”

“A mistake? Yes, I’m sure Potter accidentally fell into the Pensieve.”

“Does that really matter?! Was it wrong of him to invade your privacy? Yes. But he’s a fifteen year old boy! One would hope that a thirty-five year old man would be able to take the high road in this situation.” Lupin’s hands were balled into fists at his side as he stared at the other man. “You were wronged, Severus. But for once, can you let your pride and your self-righteousness go?” Snape stared mutely at the floor; color high in his sallow cheeks. Lupin took a deep, calming breath before continuing.

“You have to keep teaching him. There is no one else who can.” Lupin placed a hand on Snape’s upper arm. Snape jerked free of the touch and glared daggers at the other man.

“Severus, please listen to me. Dumbledore must have had a good reason for wanting you specifically to teach Harry Occlumency”, Lupin spoke imploringly. “Please, Severus.”

“You’re so pathetic. The whole lot of you.” Snape crossed to the shelf along the wall that contained his most volatile spell components, turning his back on the other man. ‘Dumbledore must have had a good reason…’” He shook his head. “Did it never occur to you that maybe, just maybe, Albus doesn’t always know what’s best for everyone? You all assume that he’s infallible. You treat him like some sort of God. Well, he was wrong this time.” Snape remained facing the shelving unit. “I do not have to keep teaching Potter. And I won’t.”

There was a long pause before Lupin crossed the room slowly and stopped mere inches behind Snape. He stood on tiptoe, bringing his mouth alongside Snape’s ear.

“What can I do to persuade you?” Lupin brought his left hand up to Snape’s shoulder, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of his neck. Snape shuddered involuntarily and turned his head away from Lupin’s lips.

“Let it go, Lupin. It’s not going to work.”

“Why not? It worked awfully well in the past.” Remus’ teeth grazed lightly against the warm skin on the right side of Snape’s neck, followed by a soft press of lips. Snape’s pulse beat a quick staccato against Lupin’s mouth.

“You’re not going to convince me, werewolf.” Snape’s words were belied by his unwillingness to remove himself from Lupin’s hold.

“I find that…what’s the word?” Lupin’s right hand traveled around to the front of Snape’s robes and pressed firmly against the black-clad man’s growing erection.

“Hard to believe.”

Snape gasped before spinning around and grabbing Lupin’s forearms. The potions master pushed the other man back against the wall so hard that three of the bottles on the shelving unit fell to the floor and shattered where the contents proceeded to eat through the rug. He brought his mouth fiercely against Lupin’s using his extra height to press down into the kiss. Lupin pushed back against the other man’s grip until Snape released his arms; never breaking the kiss. The werewolf’s arms quickly found purchase around Snape’s neck, bringing their lips even harder together.

Snape’s now free hands began roaming frantically along Remus’ body; grasping at cloth, hair, anything he could get a grip on. With one hand pressing into Lupin’s lower back; pushing his hips forward, Snape tangled his other hand into the man’s graying hair and pulled harshly, jerking his head back and exposing his neck. He finally broke their ferocious kiss and planted his mouth on the soft flesh beneath the other man’s jaw.

Lupin leaned his head forward and groaned as he increased the pull on his hair. Keeping one hand on the back of Snape’s neck; his other hand traveled south, again finding Snape’s now fully hard cock. Snape thrust his hips forward, grinding against Lupin’s hand. The werewolf fumbled through Snape’s robes until his hand came to rest at the top of Snape’s pants. He deftly undid the button and the zipper one handed and plunged his hand inside the fabric to grip the man’s leaking erection.

Snape surged forward, thrusting into the other man’s fist, and stifled a moan by biting the skin just above Lupin’s collar bone. The werewolf’s head lolled back as he cried out throatily. Snape’s fingers clenched and unclenched in Lupin’s hair as his other hand slid from lower back to the werewolf’s ass. Lupin pulled the man’s swollen prick from his trousers and slicked his palm with his own saliva before continuing to fist him.

After thrusting into Lupin’s hand for almost a minute, Snape pulled back releasing the other man’s hair and backside; extricating himself from the werewolf’s grip. Lupin stared, confused, as Snape turned and walked away from him. He crossed the room and threw his robe over the back of his desk chair before spinning the chair around and sitting; his erection still straining forth from his pants. He rested his arms on the arms of the chair and leaned back, almost casually. In an icy but keenly familiar tone to the werewolf’s ears, he spoke.

“Strip.”

“Yes, sir.” Lupin knew this game very well. He remained across the room and removed his clothes slowly. Remus removed his robe, vest and shoes first; and then slowly untucked and unbuttoned his shirt. He slid the shirt off of his slim shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor. Across the room, Snape brought a hand to his own erection, pulling slowly as he stared at the other man.

Lupin felt a deep blush rise to his cheeks under Snape’s scrutiny. His hands made slow work of the button and zipper on his trousers before he slid both trousers and underwear slowly down his pale, scarred legs. He stood completely naked, waiting Snape’s next command.

“Come over here, werewolf.”

He crossed the room and stood in front of Snape’s chair, staring steadfastly at the floor; knowing better than to look Snape in the eye and trying not to look at his long, graceful fingers stroking his own erection. Said hand ceased its ministrations and came to rest again along the arm of the chair.

“Suck me off.”

“Yes, sir.”

Lupin immediately dropped to his knees in between Snape’s spread legs. Bracing himself with one hand placed on the seat of the chair next to Snape’s ass, the werewolf leaned forward, his abdomen pressing against the front of the chair. Lupin’s free hand slid around the base of the other man’s hardness; his thumb massaging and brushing against Snape’s balls. He brought his mouth forward and ran his tongue slowly up along the underside of Snape’s straining cock.

Snape’s hips jerked forward involuntarily at this sensation. Once he resettled, Lupin continued teasing his cock with his tongue: swirling just the tip of his tongue around the head and lapping at the pre-cum that leaked out; running the length of his tongue against the sensitive spot just beneath the head. Snape was breathing heavily, his cock twitching in response to Lupin’s attention. This skillful teasing persisted for some time until Snape was writhing in his seat.

“I believe I said suck me off; not lick me to death.”

“Never to death, sir – just to the brink thereof.” Suddenly Lupin’s mouth closed around Snape’s erection; lips circling the base as the werewolf deep-throated him. His head snapped back as he let out a guttural cry of pleasure. He had missed this.

Lupin’s lips covered his teeth as he pulled back slowly; all the while his tongue swirling around the head of Snape’s cock. Snape’s fingers found their way back into the other man’s hair, tangling and pulling as Lupin’s head bobbed forward. Lupin pulled back and gasped; Snape’s cock falling from between his lips.

“I forgot, you like having your hair pulled, don’t you, werewolf?”

“Gods, yes sir.” Lupin growled deep in his throat as he strained against the hand gripping his hair.

“Did I give you permission to stop?” Lupin’s brow furrowed.

“You asked a quest---”

Lupin was cut off as Snape’s hand left his hair and the back of it connected with his cheekbone. Lupin gasped; half from pain, half from pleasure. Snape knew that it was hardly the best punishment for a masochist like Lupin; but that was all part of the game.

“You forget yourself, werewolf.”

“I’m sorry, sir. May I continue, sir?” He looked obediently down at the floor, immediately recognizing that he spoke out of turn. He awaited his permission.

“Beg me.”

Lupin’s eyes darted back and forth as he contemplated what to say. Snape allowed him a moment to think: it had been almost two years since they had last played this game.

“Please sir. Please let me take you into my mouth. I want to suck you; taste you. I want you to fuck my mouth and I want you to spill down my throat. Please sir, let me make you come: I want to show you how good I can be.” He stared up at Snape, his eyes pleading as well.

“It’s amazing the things you do with your mouth.” Snape ran the back of his hand along Lupin’s cheekbone; over the area he had stricken with that same hand not a minute earlier.

“You may continue.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Lupin brought his mouth around Snape’s cock again, wasting no time with teasing. His head bobbed up and down, his tongue swirling around Snape’s prick with each upward pull. Snape soon retangled his hand in Lupin’s hair as he muttered under his breath. Lupin groaned in appreciation each time he brought his head forward and pulled against Snape’s hand. Snape leaned forward as best he could and whispered harshly into Lupin’s ear.

“Show me how much you enjoy this; how much you enjoy my hand in your hair and my cock in your mouth. Let me see you touch yourself.”

While Snape couldn’t actually see Lupin’s erection, it was enough to see the man’s arm pumping forward and back in time to the bobbing of his head; to feel the heavier puffs of breath escaping his nose as he pleasured himself. The harsher groans deep in Lupin’s throat sent small vibrations up the length of Snape’s cock, adding a whole new layer of pleasure. He knew he wouldn’t last long like this.

“Stop.”

Lupin released his own erection and pulled his mouth off of Snape’s prick. He looked up into Snape’s face, confused.

“Did I do something wrong, sir?” Snape shook his head from side to side; becoming slightly dizzy at the motion. He blinked the dizziness away and licked his lips before he found himself able to speak again.

“No. But I have other plans before this is over. Get up.”

Lupin rose immediately, his hands at his sides and his head hanging down: the perfect picture of obedience. Snape stood up facing the werewolf and ran a finger along the length of the other man’s erection; reveling in the shudder it sent through Lupin’s body.

“Undress me.”

Lupin set about the task with skillful fingers making quick work of the buttons of Snape’s shirt. Remus slid the shirt over his bear shoulders and ran his hands down the length of his slender but firm arms. He placed the shirt carefully on the desk chair before kneeling down again. He looped his fingers into the top of the other man’s trousers and planted a kiss against his slightly protruding hip bone. As Lupin pulled his pants down he placed soft kisses along Snape’s legs, pausing briefly to nip at his inner thigh.

Snape stepped out of his pants which Lupin placed carefully on the chair along with the shirt. Snape brought his hand up to Lupin’s chin and tugged up; leading Lupin to rise from the floor. When the other man stood again, he spun him around in the direction of his bed; one hand on his hip, the other across his chest. He pulled the slighter man back against him; his cock pressing against his ass as he whispered harshly into his ear.

“Do you remember all the fun we had on that bed, Lupin?” He ground his hips forward, pulling a moan from the other man. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” He continued to rock his hips forward, savoring the sensation of his hardness rubbing against Lupin’s smooth, bare ass. “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to take you hard and fast; pound into you relentlessly; make you scream my name?”

“Yes! Please, sir.” Lupin pressed back against Snape, his breathing heavy and his skin hot to the touch.

“Then I want you to go over to the bed and get on all fours facing the headboard.” He pinched one of the man’s peaked nipples before releasing him. Lupin strode quickly over to the bed and did as he was told. Snape followed, stopping first to rifle through his bedside drawer for the vial of home-made lubricant. He uncorked the vial and coated his first and middle fingers with the contents before crawling onto the bed behind Lupin.

Snape nudged Lupin’s legs further apart and ran his slicked fingers from behind his balls up the crack of his ass and back down again until they came to rest against his entrance. Lupin shuddered as he waited. Snape pushed his fingers forward harshly; quickly penetrating the other man. The muscles in his sphincter tensed tightly in response to the sudden intrusion, clenching around Snape’s fingers.

Snape began working his fingers in and out of his tight entrance, delighting in the sharp intakes of breath that he heard in response to each inward thrust. “You’re tighter than I remembered. I had figured that Black would have stretched you out by now. He must not be that impressive…”
“Never him, sir. Only you.” Lupin thrust back against Snape’s fingers, urging them deeper inside of him.

Once the muscles began to loosen more, he began scissoring his fingers deep inside of the other man, making him squirm and writhe in response. Once he felt that Lupin was well prepared, he extracted just his pointer finger, leaving his long, middle finger buried inside of the other man to massage over his prostate. Lupin thrust back against his hand and choked back a shout.

“Do you want more, Lupin? Hmmm?” As he said this, his other hand snaked around the werewolf’s thin hips and found his erection and began pumping slowly.

“Yes, sir. Yes, sir…” Lupin muttered over and over again like a man deep in prayer.

“What do you want, Lupin?” He punctuated his question by grazing his teeth harshly along Lupin’s lower back. Lupin arched back in response and cried out.

“Gods, sir, I want you inside me. I want you buried to the hilt inside me, sir. Please sir, fill me. Please, sir.”

Without a word, Severus removed his finger from Lupin’s ass and quickly slicked his own erection with the sweet-smelling lubricant. He groaned at the sensation before recorking the vial and placing it off to the side.

“Move up further and grab the headboard.”

Lupin rose from all fours and crawled forward, gripping the headboard as commanded and spreading his legs. Snape moved up behind Lupin and positioned his throbbing cock against the other man’s tight entrance. He placed his hands on the headboard on the outside of where the werewolf’s hands rested. Gripping tightly onto the dark wood he pushed forward, slamming into his lover’s ass.

Both men cried out at the sensation; their hands tensing on the headboard. Lupin pushed back against the intrusion, impaling himself further on Snape’s prick. The two men quickly found a rhythm, their hips rocking together, their bodies finding the perfect angles at which to achieve the most pleasure.

Lupin leaned back; pressing himself against Snape’s chest as he brought one hand to grip onto the back of Snape’s neck. He dragged his nails along the soft skin he found there as Snape’s teeth took hold on Lupin’s shoulder. Both men grunted at the combination of pain and pleasure and their thrusts sped up, becoming even harder and more frantic.

“Please touch me, Severus. Please”, Lupin almost whispered. He had used his name, but Snape couldn’t care less. Hearing his own name spoken like that was better than being called sir a million times over.

Snape brought one hand down from the headboard and wrapped his long fingers around Lupin’s leaking erection. He matched his thrusts to the pumping of his fist as Lupin writhed in his arms, circling his hips and moaning loudly. Neither of them would last much longer; this was far too good.

Snape angled his hips and pushed forward finding that sensitive gland inside of his lover. Lupin tensed around him and spurted over his hand; crying out hoarsely in the throes of his orgasm. Snape quickly found his release, spilling inside of the other man and shuddering against his back as he rode out his own climax with a few weak thrusts.

The two men leaned forward, resting against the headboard. The cold feeling of the wood against his chest juxtaposed with the intense heat from Snape’s skin against Lupin’s back made the man shiver. The two remained in this position until their breathing regained a more normal cadence.

Snape slowly pulled out of his lover, simultaneously thrilling at and disliking the sensation. He pressed his lips against the back of Lupin’s sweat-sheened neck and wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist. He leaned to the side and lay down; bringing Lupin with him and pulling him flush against his chest. It wasn’t long before the slow, even rhythm of Lupin’s breath told Snape that the other man had fallen asleep. He took his cue from the werewolf and closed his eyes; falling asleep almost instantly.

* * *

When Snape awoke, the sky outside was just beginning to lighten. He found that Lupin had shifted in his sleep and now faced him; his head resting beneath Snape’s chin. As had often proved the case in the past, Lupin seemed to have an innate ability to know when Snape had woken up. His eyes opened slowly and looked up at Snape; amber eyes meeting dark brown.

“Sleep well?” Lupin’s voice always sounded, surprisingly enough, less hoarse when he first woke up. He ran his fingers into the jet black hair at Snape’s temple and then brought them down along the side of his face; tracing his cheekbone and jaw line with his thumb.

“Yes, though I didn’t fall asleep quite as quickly as you.” Lupin chuckled softly in response.

“I usually fall asleep pretty quickly after such a thorough shagging.” He pressed his mouth against Snape’s in a soft kiss; nipping gently at his bottom lip. The two lay quietly for a time until Severus spoke again.

“Earlier, when your pleas weren’t working, you played the seduction card pretty quickly.” Snape pulled back so that he could see the other man’s face.

“Well, from past experiences, it has become apparent to me that sex is the only real currency with you.” Any ease or good-nature on Snape’s face was gone in a flash and was quickly replaced with a scowl. This was not the answer he had hoped for. “Why is that, Severus?”

“Because you have nothing else to offer me”, Snape replied scathingly, his eyes glancing pointedly at the pile of Lupin’s tatty clothing on the floor. Lupin looked stricken as he sat up facing the other man. His eyes asked a million questions of the potions master; none of which he wished to answer. When no explanation for this sudden mood shift was offered, Lupin replied.

“I’ve offered you plenty, Severus. You’ve always been too scared to take it.” He stared fixedly at the potions master finding his gaze met just as firmly. After a moment Lupin rose from the bed and began dressing quickly; not even bothering to put his robe on but opting instead to throw it over his arm as he headed towards the door. For the second time that evening, he was stopped with his hand on the knob.

“I will not continue to teach Potter.” Lupin stared at his hand on the knob.

“I hadn’t really expected you would.”

“Then why did you bother coming?”

Lupin sighed and shook his head as he opened the door and left.


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