Why One Should Not Have Sex In front of a Mirror

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling and various publishers do. I am making no profit from this.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Remus/Severus

Warnings: Sex, profanity, not epilogue compliant, slash, and a small dash of angst

Author's Notes: This story is unbetaed so any mistakes are my own, thought I am more then happy to have someone beta this story! This is in a universe all of it's own, Voldemort is gone, Remus lived and has been dating Severus for several months and Harry and co. are finishing up their 7th year. This story should only be 2 chapters.


Why One Should Not Have Sex In front of a Mirror
Chapter 1

The normally mild castle bedroom was decorated with many small floating candles creating seductive black velvet shadows that clung to the walls, making the dark polished furniture almost burn with mirth. A roaring fire gave a warmed amber glow over the rest of the room, the light flickering off the antique mirror in the corner, illuminating patches of skin to a pair of hungry eyes.

"Severus-" Remus whispered into the midnight hair that covered his face, while a wicked tongue traced delicate patterns along his neck. The wet trail turned into a soft nip at his adams apple, an answer to his unspoken plea.

"I must not be doing my job right if you can still speak." With the avid attention Severus used to only give his finest potions ingredients, fingers trailed over the soft curve of Remus's ear, down over the defined planes of his shoulders to tweak perked nipple.

All thoughts of speaking left Remus's mind as the fingers began to play with their new toy. Soft, feather like, touches ran along the outer edge, gaining more pressure as they swirled closer to the peaked center. Just before Severus's hand reached the hardened nub, it moved away causing the werewolf to cry in dismay at the sudden loss of pleasure. A cry of happiness quickly took over as molten wet heat took over the fingers place, playful bites soothed over with apologetic licks and kisses.

Scarred and calloused hands scrambled over the body above them, trying to find a solid anchor against the pleasure that was sweeping his body away. It did no such help, as the skin beneath those fingertips was silken smooth, soft caresses causing Severus to shiver and gasp as they searched for sensitive spots.

Wandering hands finally found purchase on the potion master's own nipple while the other skimmed over flat abs to seek out its prize between a pair of long sculpted legs. Shorter fingers wrapped around the large and heavy member, slowly stroking it with practiced worship.

Severus gasped feeling his knees stroke-by-stroke turn to jelly. Desire slowly started to build making more and more quiet moans filter past his lips. Small opalescent beads dribbled forth from the engorged purple tip, flowing down the equally heated shaft. Work hardened hands chasing after the trails in a tantalizing game of cat and mouse.

"I've barely touched you and you are already ready to burst. Old age catching up to you?" A firm stroke punctuated the defense professor's point, more semen coming out to lubricate his hand.

"I am sure your young, vigor ambition is keeping your desire in check." A very firm, quick, caress to Remus's own cock had his head weeping like a deflowered maiden. His back arched off of the bed as Severus's hand continued its pace, the heady moan his last call before he would fall into the abyss as dark as the sheets he laid upon. Rapture was stolen from him as the hand that was giving him such mind blowing pleasure created a vice around the base of his penis.

"Oh Merlin Severus, please let me come!" Remus mewled, as much as a werewolf could, writhing his body against his lovers above in hopes that mercy would be taken upon him. His lover had other ideas though; raising his body up just enough to prevent any satisfying friction, Severus cast a wandless lubrication charm.

To Remus the feeling of being lubed up like that was very strange, not unwelcome, but strange.

Sensations that should have dragged him farther into pleasure strangely gave him a moment of strategic clarity. He couldn't blame it on the lack of finesse on Severus's part; the gods know exactly how that man could keep Remus out of his rational mind. He could only attribute it to the wolf, which wanted to return the payback being given by his mate. Using his more then human strength Remus took advantage of Severus's position over him, knocking the taller man off balance. A squawk of surprise emerged from the tussle that happened for dominance; if it came from Severus in surprise or Remus from the plan actually working only the stone walls of the bedroom knew.

Remus wasted no time in taking advantage of his winnings. Lips descended into a heated encounter while tongues dueled over territory. Severus attempted to take over the kiss, using techniques that normally made the werewolf a puddle of ooze.

Instead, Remus pressed his advantage, nipping at the now plump and rosy bottom lip of his partner. His tongue twined with Severus's, rimming around white but crooked teeth, gently stroking the other appendage with a gentle passion. On a lightly teasing stoke around the edge, Remus withdrew into his own mouth in favor of casting his own wandless lubrication charm.

Severus nearly growled at the retreat his lover was making from their long line of kisses, until he felt the familiar sensation of the lubrication charm working on him. He should have realized why Remus stopped kissing him so desperately, " You always were better with a wand."

"And what wand are you implying Severus?" Remus couldn't help but smirk as his fingers whispered past the jutting erection, past the nest of dark curls to reach the small rosebud entrance. Severus couldn't help but quiver as he felt a single digit slowly circle the ring of muscle, only giving slight pressure every couple of circuits, never enough to penetrate him, just enough to hint.

"Which ever wand you value the most will be severely damaged if you do not stop teasing me!" Those pretty kiss swollen lips snarled in frustration, hips rocking forward in attempt to move the elusive digit into his body.

"You are the most pushy bottom that I know love." Remus pressed the digit passed the tight ring of muscle, effectively cutting off the snarky retort Severus has poised on the tip of his tongue. Instead, Severus could not help but moan his appreciation as the slick finger wiggled around his passage. Soon after the werewolf worked another finger into the tight heat of his lover, hearing soft moans turn into a keen cry as they ghosted past the prostate.

Bright lights burst forth in front of Severus's eyes as those talented fingers continued to just barely brush his most pleasurable spot, slowly driving him to the point of no return. During the pleasure high the potions master was not sure when another finger was added and they started to plunge in and out of his body, mimicking events that were to come. All to soon they were taken out and he was left feeling very empty and lost.

Not sure as to when he closed his eyes, Severus looked over to his lover with all intention of asking why he dared stop. His breath caught and desire skyrocketed as he watched Remus coat his own impressive erection in lube. His black eyes seemed to glow as he grabbed the werewolf and pulled him down, "you're slick enough."

Remus held his breath as his penis slowly breached the tight muscles of Severus's entrance. A low moan escaped from his slightly parted lips as the blunt head finally passed through into wonderful, tight heat. It was hard to hold still and let his lover adjust to the intrusion when the wolf was demanding that he take his mate now!

Severus groaned out a mixture of pleasure and pain as he was filled. No matter how many times Remus would take him and stretch him, his muscles would always tighten back up to almost virginal standards within a couple of hours. While his lover appreciated this mysterious condition, it always hurt when he bottomed.

"So tight Severus." The werewolf breathlessly gasped, just barely holding in the urge to slam his hips into that delicious heat.

"Then move or I hex you into oblivion! It doesn't hurt anymore." It was a partial truth, the sharp, stinging, pain had finally receded but the dull burn refused to go away. But the pleasure to come would wipe away any memory of the pain soon.

Remus did not need to be threatened twice. Almost pulling out the entire way, he slammed back into the welcoming tightness of his surly lover. Remus's hips almost had a mind of their own, attempting to draw out as many cries from Severus as possible. The fast but shallow immediately translating to deep and slow and back again was effectively keeping moans and gasps bursting forth from thin, pale lips.

"Stop...stop...teasing me!" Severus was unsure how the command to speak those words got through all the wonton and embarrassing sounds trickling out of his mouth, but he was pleased nonetheless. Remus happily obliged his lover, driving into the willing body with the feral abandon that the wolf craved from the start.

Colorful expressions of pleasure turned into silent screams as almost every thrust hit Severus's prostate dead on. He could feel the pressure building up higher and higher, desperate for any sort of liberation. As much as he wanted to fight against the inevitable of his orgasm, just to relish in the feeling of being claimed, Severus knew the end was near.

Remus knew his mate was as close to the end as he was when he felt blunt nails lightly scrap down his back, bringing him even closer to his peak. Tight walls clamped around his cock in a vice grip as Severus finally fractured, face light up in unadulterated pleasure. Remus could not stop from howling his completion as he joined his lover in the hazy chasm of ecstasy.

Overly sharp hearing aroused Remus from his comfy afterglow, the sound of a hand fumbling around various jars in his bedside table. Cracking an eye open, slender fingers emerged clutching a jar of green salve.

"I did it again." Was softly whispered as Severus carefully spread the healing lotion over the bright red lines on his lovers back. Remus couldn't help shivering as the cool ointment rested against his still heated skin. Snuggling closer to the warm body beneath him, the werewolf rested his head against the slender chest, hearing his mate's heart still beating rapidly.

"I don't mind Severus, really. A little pain is not a turn off." He was never sure if it was the wolf that had the need for rougher sex, or himself. Severus on the other hand hated any unnecessary pain during sex, or causing pain to his lover. Remus found that little quirk out the hard, and rather painful, way when he bit him just a little to hard.

"Still no need to suffer, the pain may cause your intelligence to drop to the level of those brats you teach." Severus snapped, massaging the salve deeper into the reddened skin.

Remus chuckled, nuzzling into the beautiful neck in front on him, imaging the blush that was staining Severus's cheeks at that moment, "You know I love you."

"For some strange reason." Capping the jar, Severus leaned back and settled down to here his poetic lover recount all of his "good" qualities.

"You have a wonderful body, unbridled passion, a very talented mouth, exquisite attention to detail-"

"All wonderful," Severus rolled his eyes, sounding almost bored, "physical qualities."

"All right, don't get your panties in a bunch," that comment earned him a swat on the arse, " you don't sugar coat thing, are very confident in who you are, are not shy when you don't like something, a snarky, intimidating mother hen-don't give me that look, you are!" Severus glowered down his nose at Remus for that accusation. Remus would have called it a pout, but the last time he mentioned that Severus had a cute pout he was rewarded with the, "Snapes' do not pout" speech.

"I have no idea who you are talking about, I am bitter, sarcastic, greasy, and according to rumor, evil incarnate." Severus counted each quality off on his fingers, as if that could ascertain each ones rightness. Remus only smiled, leaning up on his elbows to be face to face with his dark haired lover.

"And do you see any other bitter, sarcastic, greasy, evil incarnates charm their way into this room, sharing my bed?" Remus raised an eyebrow, leaning into kiss Severus until-

"Well it certainly cannot be me, I don't have any of those qualities! Though I am quite charming."

Severus and Remus completely froze, except to turn their heads to the airy, almost pompous, voice that came from the other side of the bed. What they found was a horrible hybridization experiment gone right. Severus Snape stared right back at them, waving a well-manicured hand in front of their faces. Well, it was Severus if you counted the full body, beauty product shine hair, the radiant porcelain skin and tight, bright, flamboyant clothing of Lockheart acceptable substitutes. The only thing that the two Snape's shared is the overly large nose, though it did not seem so large on the mysterious Snape intruder.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" Remus could not as anything more intelligent; his mind still boggling on how there could be two of his mate in his bed. And why this second one seemed to be a complete contrast to the first, none of his fantasies ever player out like that.

"Go back to the hells that spat you out!" Severus roared, trying to tackle the intruder. Remus did no cooperate in this plan, staying frozen above him and effectively blocking the painful death Severus had planned for his twin.

"Why I am Severus Snape, the real one." The colorful Severus danced out of the way of his more monochromatic twin, waving his finger back and forth making a tutting noise, "now none of that."

"You are not me you horrible imitation!"

"That still does not explain how you got into the room, if you are suppose to be the real Severus Snape." Remus had to hold his lover down to prevent him from killing this copy cat before he got the answers he wanted, after that it was a no holds bar. Making a very over the top gesture of being put upon for something so simple, Severus 2 pointed to the antique mirror in the corner.

"And I am going to bloody put you back there once and for all!" Severus 1 snapped, using all of his strength to throw off his unhelpful lover. For someone who remained thin after living the good life for several months, he could be conveniently heavy at the wrong opportunities.

"Now that won't do, I just got out and I need to have my fun! I shall see you two darlings later, especially you cutie!" With the flare of a runway model, Severus 2 dashed out of the room, winking over his shoulder to Remus.

"You are letting that abomination get away!" Severus yelled, finally tossing Remus off the bed on his arse. While Remus sat, dazed, on the floor Severus promptly threw on his robes and shoes, taking the time to make sure every button was in its correct hole.

"Severus, please tell me you can explain what just happened." He continued to stare at the door that the near drag queen Severus flounced out of, racking his brain for some sort of answer. The answer came when his lover, very sarcastically, made the announcement.

"He is my doppelgaenger of course! And you teach defense against the dark arts." Severus dismissed his still dazed lover in favor of finding his wayward wand. It would be his luck that his evil twin would have taken it in his extravagant exit.

"Oh." It seemed like an intelligent answer to Remus, until his brain caught up with the information it received. It was a very bad idea to let this flamboyant, well groomed, picture perfect, arrogant, evil incarnate evil twin roam around the hallways of Hogwarts unchecked., "oh shit!"

In a whirlwind fashion Remus dressed and was out the door, several buttons of his cardigan not in their right holes. Severus quickly followed, carrying both of their wands.