The Sweetest Thing

Disclaimer: None of the charecters are mine. No money is being made.

Warning: Graphic Slash. PWP. NC-17.

Pairing: Severus/Remus

Summary: A bit of confiscated chocolate goes a *long* way...

Author\'s Note: Written for a friend, thanks to the inspiration. Special thanks to my beta for cleaning it up for me. :-)


The Sweetest Thing

Remus Lupin sighed, fiddling idly with a quill that had been laying on Severus Snape’s desk. He had been waiting for the Potions master for nearly an hour now. He thought it would be a nice thing to do, to surprise him in his office after classes were over. He supposed the plan would have worked better if Severus had actually shown up.

With a sigh, Remus decided maybe it would be a better idea to surprise Severus in his quarters. As he stood up, the door to the Potion Master’s office flew open, and said Potion Master stormed in, looking in a right foul mood. He fixed angry black eyes on the werewolf, brushing by him to fling himself into the chair behind his desk.

“Er…bad day?” Remus asked, suddenly wishing he *hadn’t* decided to drop by the office.

“Chocolate!” Severus snapped, tossing down a handful of chocolates, wrapped in brightly colored papers. “That *idiot* Creevy boy smuggled *chocolate* into detention!”

“Oh.” Remus didn’t see what was so bad about chocolate. He picked up one of the pieces, and grimaced. It was quite melted, and had seeped out of the wrapper. It smeared over his fingers, rather unpleasantly.

“It was on his hand Sev Severus growled, sensing Remus needed some sort of explanation.

“Yes, it’s on mine now.” Remus said, brandishing his soiled fingers.

“From his fingers, it traveled to his potions ingredients!” Severus snapped. “The mess…”

“Oh dear.” Remus frowned politely. “Er…Severus, have you a napkin?”

“For the love of Merlin, just lick it off.” Severus said, glowering. Remus just shook his head, and looked at the dark smudges on his fingers. He supposed a *small* bit of chocolate wouldn’t hurt him. Especially at this time of the month, with his transformation so far off…

The werewolf brought his fingers to his lips, he placed the first digit between his lips and sucked slowly. He rarely ever indulged in chocolate-it tended to give him a horrible stomach ache-so he planned to enjoy this. He closed his eyes, his tongue working to scrape the chocolate off of his finger.

“On second thought, I shall find you a napkin.” Severus said, rather tersely.

“Hmm? Oh, no that’s fine.” Remus said, removing his finger from his mouth and licking his lips to capture the small bit of chocolate clinging to them.

“I would rather not watch you go into orgasmic fits in my office.”

Remus flushed slightly at the accusatory tone in Severus’ voice. He hadn’t meant for *that* sort of reaction. But….

“Oh, I can’t imagine it’s all *that* bad…” Remus said, smiling in what he meant to be a cheeky manner.

“I am in no mood,in.”in.” Severus snapped. And he certainly wasn’t if he was back to a last name basis all of a sudden.

“Cheer up, Severus.” Remus said, his grin faltering for only a moment. “Here…have a bit of chocolate…” He offered his fingers, to which the dark haired man only raised an eyebrow. “It’ll do you a world of good…” He continued.

“You’re daft.”

“I’m certainly not.” Remus said, primly. “I have it on very good authority that nothing cures a bad mood better then chocolate and sex.”

“Oh really?” Severus drawled. “Then I still see no reason to acquiesce…as you’ve only offered me chocolate.”

“Well, one would *imagine* that you licking chocolate off of my fingers would *rationally* lead to sex.” Remus teased, lightly. Severus said nothing, but wrapped slender fingers around Remus’ wrist, drawing his fingers closer to his lips. The werewolf found himself shivering in anticipation. He closed his eyes as he felt Severus’ talented tongue running along his fingers, slowly. He shuddered as he felt the cap of Severus’ tongue trailing over the tip of his finger, swirling around it. The tongue traveled down, lingering at his knuckle, then dancing feather light back up to the pad of his finger.

“Feeling…any better?” Remus asked, licking his lips. He could feel the beginnings of arousal already.

“Mmm. I daresay *you* are.” Severus said, giving Remus’ middle finger the same attention he had laved on his pointer.

“Oh, I am.” Remus agreed. “Er…Severus?”

“What?” Severus mumbled, around Remus’ finger.

“Are we going to be…taking this elsewhere?”

“I hadn’t intended to, no.” Severus said, and Remus was *very* tempted to say the Potions Master was being coy.

“Then I’d suggest closing your door.” The werewolf pointed out.

“Mmm.” Severus grabbed his wand out of his pocket, muttering a spell that slammed the door closed. There was a certain level of excitement to the thought of doing…whatever it was they were going to do in Severus’ office. Hopefully it would involve the remaining chocolate.

“I can’t help but notice there’s still quite a bit of chocolate left…” Remus pointed out, plucking up the offending piece that had started the whole chain of events.

“Yes.” Severus said, slowly. “But if I recall chocolate isn’t very good for you.”

“It’s not.” Remus agreed, bringing the chocolate wistfully to his lips. “But it’s fine for you…”

“It is.” Severs nodded, eyes focused on the piece of chocolate that hovered just barely touching Remus’ lips. The werewolf pressed his lips to the sweet, closing his eye as though at the height of pleasure. He knew he was being a bit of a tease. He smeared a bit of the chocolate on his lips, resisting the urge to lick it off. He’d allow Severus that pleasure…

He closed his eyes shivering as he felt Severus’ tongue trace the contours of his lips. He felt it move slowly, firmly. There was a purpose behind it. Soon, not a single trace of chocolate was left on his lips. He opened his eyes, reluctantly, as Severus pulled away.

“Rather low grade confection.” The Potions Master muttered, pulling Remus close.

“You confiscated it from a student.” He said, shrugging, enjoying being hauled across Severus’ desk like that. His empty desk. When had that happened? Not that Remus was complaining in the least…

“A pity my tastes are so refined.” Severus spoke dryly, his hands working deftly on the button’s of Remus’ robes.

“Quite a pity.” Remus agreed, sighing as he felt Severus’ lips on his neck. The Potions Master drew back, and picked up a bit of the chocolate.

“I suppose I could bear it…”

“Why Severus, was that a hint of *teasing* I heard in your voice?” Remus asked, chuckling softly. Severus said nothing, but dragged the sweet along Remus’ throat, leaving a thick trail along his skin. Severus’ tongue soon followed, tracing and retracing the line of the chocolate until it was gone. Remus leaned back, settling himself comfortably on the Potion Masters desk. His robes were thrown open, and slim hands pulled up the hem of his jumper.

“Just a moment…” Remus squirmed, shucking off his robes and lifting his arms. His jumper was thrown off, and he smiled as he caught sight of Severus taking up the chocolate again. This time a thin line was smeared down the center of his chest, stopping just before his navel. He squirmed, closing his eyes as he felt Severus’ tongue on his skin. Oh, but that tongue was talented!

“Severus…” Remus whimpered, squirming as the tongue on his sternum wandered back upwards and found his lips. He could taste the faintest hints of chocolate on Severus’ tongue as it slipped into his mouth. He felt Severus’ hands on his trousers, making short work of the buttons. He lifted his hips, allowing the Potions Master to pull the trousers off and toss them aside. He hadn’t bothered to wear anything underneath them.

“And just what exactly were you planning?” Severus asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“Not this.” Remus admitted, chuckling. He wasn’t in the mood to talk.

“Obviously something.” Severus’ voice was dry, but his hand wrapped around Remus’ erection and gave him a light squeeze. Remus just grinned, thrusting gently into his lover’s hand. Severus tightened his hand, putting a stop to that. Remus went still, eagerly awaiting whatever was coming next.

Chocolate. He highly doubted it was as poor a quality as Severus claimed.

Oh. My. Despite Severus’ cold appearance, his hands were *very* warm indeed. And slick with melted chocolate. And on Remus’ erection. It was an odd sensation, but not a bad one. Certainly not a bad one…. The chocolate was slightly grainy, and he could feel it quite acutely as Severus moved his hand over him. Ilt alt almost like a cat’s tongue, damp and rough. Not quite a sensation he wanted to associate with down there.

“Er…” He was going to say something, but Severus’ hand was soon replaced by his tongue. His very human tongue. His talented, very human tongue. Remus’ breath hitched in his throat, and he gripped the edges of the desk tightly. Severus was making short work of the chocolate that coated his shaft, and making short work of Remus.

“Severus…” He moaned, body shuddering as his lover ran his tongue over a particularly sensitive spot. There was little chocolate left, but Severus didn’t seem to care at this point. And neither did Remus. He hoped to Merlin that Severus had some sort of silencing charm on his rooms, because he was rapidly losing control. Severus’ mouth could do that to him.

It didn’t take him very long to find his peak. He bit his lower lip as he climaxed, trying very hard not to scream. The last thing they needed was something hearing him and thinking something was wrong…

He sank back onto the desk with a shudder and a sigh, feeling rather spent. He had little time to recover, however, as Severus soon had him flat on his back with his legs spread. Severus was preparing him roughly. Thankfully, *not* with chocolate a detached part of his mind noted. He moaned softly as Severus entered him with one long sweep. The angle was a bit awkward, but with a bit of shifting they worked everything out and it was rather brilliant.

“Remind me…to thank Mr. Creevy…” Remus breathed, still flat on his back on Severus’ desk. Severus had sank back into his chair, not bothering to close his robes.

“Mmm.” Was the only response he got.

“And next time you’re out, do pick up some chocolate.” Remus added. “And I’ve quite a fondness for toffee…”

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The End