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Snape drew his glass to his mouth, resting his hip against the Grimmauld Place kitchen counter by the sink, and the sweet, red liquid flowed easily down his throat as Kingsley's deep voice rumbled, discussing recent events. He wasn't paying attention because something else had piqued his interest.
Instead of the speaker, his attention was drawn to the werewolf at the far end of the table, next to that filthy mongrel. His tongue flicked around his mouth, moistening his lips, as his black eyes followed Lupin's arms as they stretched marginally above his head, his back arching into it. As a result, his t-shirt rose a few inches, revealing a small portion of his stomach. His navel was surrounded by a ring of light brown hair. Hair trailed from his navel, thinning as it descended until it vanished beneath the waistband of his jeans. Lupin's hand fell on the back of Black's chair, his other hand in his lap between his parted legs, and the sight of his stomach vanished. He hated the man with a passion, that much was true, but there was something about him which made Snape want him.. even if it was only once.
Snape forced himself to return his attention to the new Minister of Magic, who was speaking about the Death Eaters who had escaped after the war while swigging wine to quench his thirst.
"All right, that'll do for now. We'll take a ten-minute break before discussing the next steps," Kingsley said.
A chorus of moans echoed around the room, only to be drowned out by the scraping of chairs against the stone floor.
Snape remained back as others went to the loo or mingled. Snape noticed Lupin was one of the last to stand. Lupin stretched himself even further, entwining his fingers, turning and reaching above his head until his arms were locked and framed around his face; this time, the t-shirt rose higher, and Snape's gaze roved over the bare skin.
"Do you like what you see?" said Sirius Black, dropping his empty wine glass into the sink full of water.
Snape jerked his head around, glaring. He hadn't noticed the taller man coming up.
"Drop dead, Black!" he snarled, his free hand instinctively sinking into his pocket to grasp his wand.
"How badly do you want him?" Black's short, black hair fell in his eyes as he bowed his head an inch. His grey eyes shifted to Lupin, who was speaking to Kingsley. "You're not fooling me, Snivellus. I see how you look at him when you think no one is looking!"
“Piss off!” Snape hissed, his face contorted in disgust.
"Do you think of him whenever you touch yourself?" Black said grinning nastily, his yellow teeth showing. "I mean, I can't say I blame you. Take a look at him." Snape remained motionless as Black jerked his head in Lupin's direction. “He is handsome. Plus," he added almost seductively, "he's got a monster cock that slides oh so deliciously between your lips while he fucks your mouth."
Snape's wand hand trembled in his pocket, but he restrained himself from hexing Black in a jealous rage at the words coming from his mouth. It would be a foolish move in front of all of these people.
“And now look at you,” Black continued waspishly. “An ugly, greasy-haired slimeball. Who wouldn't be able to get a lay even if he paid for it?"
"I'm warning you, Snivelly, don't fuck with what isn't yours. He's mine!" he scathingly whispered.
Snape had no intention of pursuing Lupin; it was a one-way attraction. He was not going to embarrass himself by attempting it. But there was no harm in creating that illusion for the man who still plagued his life. If it made him nervous and irritated him to no end, he'd gladly go along with it. You want to be unhappy? Allow me to assist you with that.
"That's funny, Black," Snape said, his tone completely uninterested. The advantages of years of espionage. The sound of chairs being raked could be heard as Order members began to reform around the table. "I was under the impression Lupin belonged to no one. What's the problem?" Snape continued when a deep line formed between Black's eyes.
“Feeling insecure? Are you concerned this 'ugly, greasy-haired slimeball' might tempt Lupin's dick?"
Snape looked over at Lupin, who had taken his seat. The werewolf turned a worried gaze on them.
Snape returned to Black, a vicious smile on his face. "Do you not pack a punch in bed?" His gaze was drawn to the crotch of Black."Is that why you're worried? That I'd be a better fuck than you?"
Sirius cackled a laugh, a few close by members looked their way. "Ha! You could only dream!"
Snape mouth curved into a twisted smile.
"Just keep your greasy prick to yourself. Get me?" Black snarled, his jaw clenched in rage.
"Or. What? " Snape pronounced in hushed tones. "What are you going to do?"
Black opened his mouth to retort but Kingsley called silence.
"All right, everyone. Let's get back to where we were. So, Severus.” Kingsley turned to face him. Everybody did. "It's up to you now," he said.
Black backed away from Snape: malicious loathing spread across his features.
Snape smirked wickedly at him before turning his gaze to the waiting crowd. "Thank you very much, Kingsley," Snape said calmly.
Snape sighed, a mixture of tiredness and frustration, he flicked his greasy hair out of his face and straightened from bending over the long table in the abandoned kitchen. He rubbed his eyes with the ball of his palms before walking over to the kettle and harshly tapping it with the tip of his wand. He turned around, leaned against the counter, folded his arms across his chest, and aimed daggers at the map on the table. This job he had been assigned was challenging. It was never going to be an easy task, but as they constantly reminded him, 'Only you, Severus, can do it. After all, you were acquainted with them.'
Since the end of the war, more than four seasons had passed. Hogwarts had been rebuilt, nearly every escaped Death Eater had been killed or imprisoned, and people were returning to their lives - as best they could. After he recovered, Snape turned down the position of Headmaster or Professor, stating strongly he would never work with children again. Ever. All he wanted was to live quietly at Spinner's End, making potions while saving for a place in the country, as far away from London and Hogwarts as possible, but still in the UK: Penzance, Cornwall.
Snape shook his head slowly as he turned away, tossing a tea bag into his mug and filling it with hot water. Snape raised his eyes when the door opened to see Lupin entering
"I believe he is still in France." He had told Kingsley this several times, but the new Minister demanded the UK be searched.
"Would you like one?" Snape inquired, gracefully stirring his mug with a teaspoon.
"Yes, please," Lupin said, his voice full of surprise.
"There's the kettle. It's just boiled." And Snape walked away, sinking into a chair.
Lupin brewed himself a cup of tea before settling into a chair on the opposite side of the table and staring at the large map marked with red circles and angry crosses.
"Rookwood," Lupin interrupted the silence, "that was an unexpected find."
Snape's gaze was drawn to Lupin, who slouched slightly on the chair, feet flat on the floor, knees lazily separating as he cupped his mug of tea.
"At my house's expense!" Snape snarled. "Leaving me shackled in this dump with you two mutts." He could study the map and think in the comfort of his own home — alone.
Until Rookwood went after Snape, seeking vengeance for his treachery against the Dark Lord. When Rookwood tracked him down, he had blown up Spinner's End. Snape escaped the house just in time before it collapsed in on itself.
Rookwood, on the other hand, was caught in the blast and only a portion of his caved-in head and shredded torso could be found. Snape had lost everything—all of his potions, all of his equipment, all of his books. And now he's trapped in Grimmauld Place with the mongrel and the wolf.
Kingsley suggested (insisted) Snape board at Grimmauld Place 'only for a month of two'. Sirius and Snape both declined. They all agreed they'd rather cut off their own scrotum than share a living space. Kingsley, in contrast, was persistent and persuasive, eventually persuading the two men to do it, albeit with great difficulty.
Two weeks in and Snape spent most of his time in the room he was reluctantly assigned (the smallest of the bedrooms), only emerging for meetings, the bathroom, or in the evenings when he ate and worked in the kitchen. Hunched over the table with a map of the United Kingdom spread out in front of him. Lupin would occasionally appear, wanting to make a cup of tea, but would quickly withdraw when Snape refused to join in idle chitchat. When Snape was working, Black never showed his face.
Now, he'd been there for three months, in this desolate, rundown shithole. Whatever the flaws of his home at Spinner's End were: distressing memories, the stench from the river, the tiny bathroom, he could brew all he wanted and quietly examine the map on his front room floor, or even walk around naked if he wanted. Something he couldn't do in this place.
Snape sipped his tea while staring at the map as the two sat in silence for some time. It had been difficult, but not impossible, for him to begin this job. Fourteen Death Eaters were on the loose, and it was his job to find where they were hiding. So far, two years later, he had located nine, who had been imprisoned and their hidey holes had been destroyed beyond repair. Three bodies were discovered in the Forbidden Forest two months after the war. One, Rookwood, was the reason he was in this hell hole, but he was no longer alive; he was the last one they 'found'.
Rodolphus Lestrange was the sole survivor. One in the entire United Kingdom. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. There were not many other options for him. He'd been passing the Aurors' suspected Death Eater locations for five months; he had to be close.
Snape had finished his teaby the time someone spoke.
"It gets harder as the numbers decrease," Lupin said suddenly, sympathetically.
"You know what, Lupin," Snape snarled sarcastically, "sometimes I think you're quite gifted." He stood and walked to the sink to wash his mug. "If you're only going to provide the obvious, go back to your boyfriend!"
Lupin choked on his tea. Between coughs, he asked, "My what?"
Snape turned slowly and raised his brows slightly.
Lupin set the mug beside the map. "He's not my boyfriend," he said after coughing.
"You could have easily fooled me. You'd think one of you two bastard wizards would think of using a silencing charm. Or, even better, lock the door."
Lupin's face turned brick red.
Snape walked into the first-floor bathroom late at night during his first miserable week at Grimmauld Place. In shock, he froze and gasped. Lupin had just gotten out of the shower, judging by the fogged mirror and the flecks of water on his naked torso. He was leaning against the wall, his head lolling up. Black was fully dressed, on his knees, sucking Lupin while wanking himself off. The men jumped and scrambled to cover themselves. That sparked a massive brawl, with Black yelling it was his house and he could do whatever the hell he damn well pleased. Snape screamed profanities at Black, calling him various names. Lupin admitted he had completely forgotten Snape was staying.
"He's still not my boyfriend. We aren't serious. It happened not long before you arrived. He walked into my room unexpectedly and caught me masturbating...We were drunk, he offered to lend a hand and it just went from there."
"How romantic," Snape mumbled, but his heart was slamming against his ribs and his belly gave a funny jolt. Lupin - masturbating!
"I've told him several times it's not serious. I don't want anything like that. And I still don't. Besides, if I had a serious relationship, it would not be with him." Lupin laughed half-heartedly. "He can be possessive, selfish, and borderline narcissistic even as a friend."
Snape fixed his gaze on Lupin.
"It's just a good shag every now and then." Lupin jerked his shoulder briefly. "He comes to me, not the other way around. And, much to his great annoyance, I sometimes turn him away. I am free to fuck whoever I want," he said softly, his gaze fixed on Snape's.
Heat rose up Snape's face as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
"What makes you think I'm even remotely interested in your shady business?" Snape inquired, his voice bored.
Snape twisted around to face the sink to hide the transient colour of his cheeks, while Lupin smiled knowingly.
During the long pause, a few mice could be heard scurrying behind the skirting board.
"I grilled him today about his problem with you in the meeting, what had happened to get him so worked up this time. Do you know what he believes?" Lupin paused but continued when Snape remained silent. "He has the impression that you want me." Lupin remained silent.
Snape's back straightened, his shoulders stiffened, and every muscle in his body painfully contracted for a heartbeat. The pounding of his heart hurt his ribs. He spun on his heel, his lanky hair whipping around his face, scowling at Lupin.
Lupin remained in his chair, his posture unchanged: feet flat, knees parted, slouched slightly; it was a manly, confident pose, Snape thought. He sipped his tea slowly, peering over the top of his mug to catch a glimpse of Snape.
"I despise you. You and your fleabag of a mutt," he snarled angrily and truthfully. Despite that, his body was on fire, his heart was pounding furiously, and his skin tingled all over.
“Oh, I don’t doubt. And I you.” Lupin's tongue moved slowly across his bottom lip. "However, that does not mean you don't want me."
As his dark, unblinking eyes met Lupin's, which smouldered with such intensity, an electric charge shot through him.
Lupin shifted his weight in his seat. "A blush looks good on you," he said in hushed tones. Lupin cocked his head, inspecting him.
Snape's brows flew to his hairline in surprise, and his cheeks blazed as his stomach flipped.
Snape swallowed hard, and blinked slowly as he greedily drank in the sight of Lupin; slouched comfortably, his legs open wide, a hand near his crotch, adjusting — what?
"Ever heard of hate sex?" Lupin asked. "it's where two people who despise each other fuck! It's fun!" Lupin's hand moved slowly to the edge of his trousers.
This was not the Lupin he knew - he was a coward who thrived on pity parties and would ask 'How high?' if Black said 'jump.' Who the fuck is this Lupin!?
Snape's resolve was weakening quickly. With his past as a spy, he had to have good control of his mind and his mental walls. Lupin, on the other hand, was dissolving that control, those walls, in minutes. He despised the man even more as a result.
Lupin moved his fingers to his trousers button, and with a quick flick, it was free. He yanked his trouser opening apart and pushed them down his thighs. Snape's gaze was fixed on him. Lupin took out his half-hard length, which was long, thick, and purple at the end. Indeed, monstrous.
A rush of warmth spread from Snape's abdomen, and he shuddered at the sight before him.
"Kneel," Lupin commanded in a voice Snape had never heard before from the man.
Snape arched his brow and remained motionless. He looked at the man as if he had three heads.
"This cock will not suck itself."
Arousal crashed into Snape like a battering ram to the gut and his knees went weak at those words. Oh, how he wanted to kneel and suck that cock. But he couldn't make his brain work or his feet move. He'd been studying the map for half an hour, looking for the last Death Eater, and now Lupin was sitting in front of him, telling him to kneel with his dick out. How did this evening take such a turn?
"I guess I'll just get off by myself then," Lupin shrugged. Lupin spat in his hand and wrapped it around his dick, slowly moving it up and down, his eyes fluttering close and his head falling back slightly.
The sight ignited a fire within Snape that was almost overwhelming. He stifled a whimper and realised his jaw was open, so he snapped it shut and licked his dry lips as he watched Lupin languidly stroke himself to full hardness.
Snape became aware of his own hardening cock pressing against the fabric of his pants; he forced himself not to touch it; if he did, he'd probably come in his pants.
As he felt a gravitational pull on Lupin, the room appeared to spin in front of his eyes. He took a step forward, then another, his footsteps piercing the silence of the room. Lupin's eyes widened and locked onto his. Snape paused, his lungs unable to exhale at Lupin's expression of hunger for him.
"Kneel," he said again, calmly and authoritatively.
His brain was shutting down, and he couldn't think as he sank to his knees, as Lupin had instructed. He moved closer to Lupin, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He couldn't believe he was doing this to himself.
Snape paused before placing his hands on Lupin's thighs. He raised his head and looked at him. His lips were slightly open, his eyes dilated on Snape.
Lupin angled his hard cock towards Snape's mouth, which glowed beckoningly with anticipation.
Snape closed his eyes and inhaled as much air as he could; Lupin's woodsy, wild scent went straight to his dick. He hadn't gotten high from the scent of arousal from a man or a woman in a few years.
Slowly he glanced up. He dipped his head and twirled his tongue around the purple glans, sweeping up the precome, his dark eyes fixed on Lupin.
Lupin remained silent, but his thigh muscles tightened as he came into contact with Snape's hand.
Snape moistened his lips and covered his teeth with them before opening his mouth and slowly taking Lupin in his mouth, inch by inch. Snape curled a hand around the base of the cock to cover where his mouth couldn't reach. Lupin sucked in a small breath.
Lupin let go of the breath he was holding and tensed his muscles as Snape's mouth and hand worked in unison.
Lupin hissed through clenched teeth, "Fuck. You're good."
Snape bobbed his head faster, grinning inwardly. Fucking right I’m good! It had been a long time since he had sucked cock, but you never forget.
Lupin cocked his head to the side and bit his lower lip, his breath coming out thickly. He looked at Snape through heavily hooded eyes, his prick sliding in and out of the latter's hot mouth. Snape sucked harder this time, while his free hand cupped and rolled Lupin's balls. Then he massaged firmly with his thumb against the other's perineum.
The need to free his aching cock, to touch, to be touched, to have Lupin inside him roared inside Snape. He mustered all of his willpower to keep himself from touching himself, not now. He promised his body that it would be freed soon and gloriously.
Snape's knees groaned in pain on the rough stone floor. He shifted his weight in the hopes it would help, and forced himself to ignore the burning and focus on the man who tasted like sin and paradise all at once.
Lupin pushed his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into Snape's mouth.
He grabbed the back of Snape's head and pushed it into the back of his throat. Snape jerked away, gagging loudly, and glared at the man.
Snape wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips darkened and wet with saliva. He sat on his heels, slightly relieving his aching knees, and stared at Lupin, whose cock was gleaming. As blood buzzed in his ears, his skin sizzled with heat.
Lupin grinned at him and said, "I want you....here....right now."
Snape's eyes widened, and it was only then he realised he was in Grimmauld Place's kitchen. His gaze darted around the kitchen. Here? In the kitchen? On the table? On Sirius Black’s table. He didn't need any convincing. He took a firm stance.
Both men ignored the audible crack made by his knees as he stood. Snape drew his wand and pointed it at the door handle, casting a strong locking spell.
Lupin chuckled softly, clearly saying, "It's a little late for that." Snape would agree. His fingers moved to his trousers. He quickly opened his them, as Lupin had done earlier. He hooked his thumb over the hems, his begging cock springing free, slapping against his stomach. He shoved his trousers and pants down, stepping out them them awkwardly.
Lupin examined his cock, then smiled and nodded in approval. "Bend over and spread your legs," Lupin said, finally standing on his feet.
Snape turned around, flattened his palms on the table, bowed slightly, and parted his legs.
'Bend over!' Lupin said firmly and he placed a strong hand between his shoulder blades and forced him to bend double so he was flat against the table, Snape gasped loudly in shock.
Snape’s cheek was smooth against the map, his arms outspread at his sides when Lupin’s fingers came to his mouth. "Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me," the man said in his ear as he leaned over him, back flush to the chest.
He thought his heart would stop for a split second. When Snape opened his mouth, two fingers were thrust into him. He sucked and sucked on the thrusting fingers, letting out a small groan.
Lupin yanked his fingers away from Snape's mouth, then pressed them against his entrance. Oh. His arse clenched instinctively.
"Relax," Lupin said, his grip on Snape's back loosening slightly.
Snape took a few deep breaths through his nose and forced himself to relax. Lupin pushed a finger past his resistance and struggled to suppress a whine.
Lupin quickly added the second and gradually fingered Snape's arse until he was pushing back with each thrust. Snape heard Lupin spit twice as he yanked his fingers free.
Fuck, he thought as the hard and stern tip of Lupin pressed against his entrance.
Snape hissed in pain, his fingers clenched around the map's paper, his fingernails biting into his palms as Lupin pushed. He squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lips, and his breathing came out in short, fast puffs as Lupin's cock slowly submerged inside him.
Lupin came to a halt, and Snape couldn't breathe as he felt Lupin's hardness within him.
"You could have used extra lube, you twat" Snape spat through fast breaths. At those words, a sudden cold wetness pooled; Lupin used a nonverbal lube charm. The pair remained motionless for a long time. Until the burn subsided at least and Snape pushed back, indicating for Lupin he was ready.
Lupin hissed as he drew back inch by glorious inch, and grunted as he thrust. He kept this slow pace for a minute before picking up speed.
Pain quickly turned into groans of pleasure gushing up his spine as Lupin repeatedly hit his prostate.
Lupin anchored one hand on Snape's back and the other at his hip, keeping him still, as his strokes moved faster into Snape, eliciting deep groans from his mouth as pressure built in his balls and his body scraped against the paper-strewn table.
“Fucking hell,” Lupin cried out, the domination in his voice gone. His pelvis snapped faster and harder. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
Lupin snaked his hand around to Snape's cock and curled strong fingers around it, tugging in short and quick movements, twisting his wrist, and pumping into his arse at the same time.
Snape was taken aback by the ferocity of the pleasure ripping through him, coming in long strings up the underside of the table.
His arse tightened around Lupin's cock, triggering his strangled cry of release deep inside Snape. Lupin remained within Snape for a brief moment, both sweaty in their clothes and men exhaling heavily.
Lupin slowly drew away from Snape, zipped his trousers, and collapsed onto his chair, exhaling deeply. Snape stood, his hair damp with sweat and sticking to his face. He stepped back into his trousers and yanked them up, fastening them. Lupin looked at him, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He had a satisfied grin on his face that threatened to spread.
As his cheeks burned, Snape averted his gaze to the table.
“The map! It's ruined!" snapped Snape angrily and glared at Lupin as if it was all his fault.
"Totally worth it," Lupin exclaimed. "That was fantastic."
Snape sneered but did not say anything.
Lupin rose and walked to the sink to get a glass of water, while Snape busied himself flattening the map and repairing the rips his hands had caused. But he kept replaying what Lupin had said in his head: Fantastic, not good, FANTASTIC. Black was ‘a good shag’ - I was fantastic! Snape recalled something else Lupin had said, 'I never go to him.' But he came to me! Snape's stomach flipped and a new wave of pleasure washed over him, a different kind of pleasure than the one he'd just had, but equally satisfying.
"You know," Lupin said, setting a glass of water next to Snape and resting his hip on the table's edge. "Whether you believe it or not, Severus, you're not bad company. When you're not trying to be an obnoxious arsehole and actively go about to ruin my day."
Two weeks later:
"Following Severus' information on Lestrange's possible whereabouts, many Aurors thoroughly searched the locations, only to find no trace of him." "Kingsley expressed his resignation.
Except for one, all eyes were on Kingsley. Black's attention was drawn to Snape. Grey eyes were charged with a fortnight's worth of slowly rising magma that appeared to be on the verge of erupting. Those eyes were filled with hatred and poison. Snape was unconcerned. He gave Black a friendly smile. It wasn't the kind of smile he'd give to someone he considered equal.
"We can only conclude that he has left the country. And I've informed the French Ministry of Magic of this."
After the meeting, Snape approached Kingsley and asked for a loan so he could leave Grimmauld Place now he was no longer needed. Without hesitation, Kingsley granted his request. He told him to keep the money as payment for his efforts in tracking down the Death Eaters; he could leave tonight if he wanted. The funds would be available in his account within the hour. This pleased Snape greatly; tonight, he planned to stay at The Leaky Cauldron tonight... far from this house. And he'd start looking for a place to live in Cornwall the next day.
Snape moved over to the sink, where Black was frantically washing mugs from the previous meeting. Holding his mug with the tip of his forefinger above the sink, he unceremoniously dropped it into the water, which splashed back onto Black. “Why so tense, Black?” he said quietly. “How does it feel?”
Black's red, angry face was fixed on the wall, his jaw stiff, and his shoulders shook. He was clearly attempting to control himself.
"To be shot down and replaced by 'An ugly, greasy-haired slimeball. Who wouldn't be able to get a lay even if he paid for it'?" Snape exclaimed in a self-satisfied tone. "Right there. On that table."
Black's eyes twitched, his jaw was tight and a vein on his temple began to pulse. He appeared to be on the verge of exploding. Snape thought that would be enough. But him knowing they fucked on his table clearly wasn't, but he knew what would work. The last straw. So Snape persisted. "Of course, I owe you gratitude. After all, if you hadn't said I wanted him, he would not have approached me," he said it with undeniable pleasure. 'So thank you very much.'
Black said nothing, so Snape threw in the final straw and said, as conceitedly as he could, "He said I was a fantastic fuck. Who'd have through, Severus Snape, a better fuck than Sirius Black? I might have that written on my gravestone""
Black erupted. Water flew when he faced Snape and fisted the front of his shirt tightly with both wet hands. He yanked the shorter man closer to him and deads turned, including Kingsley, who frowned warily at Black, he paused. Black let go of Snape, who gave him a malicious grin as he straighter his now wet shirt.
Snape marched over to the table and snatched a glass of wine. He leaned casually against the wall, waiting for Black to turn away from the sink. Snape and Black's gazes met across the room, and Black resembled the image on his wanted poster — every inch a lunatic.
Snape's mouth had lifted in a derisive smile, and the owner of the grey eyes was visibly quivering in rage. He raised his glass to toast Black while still smiling.
Glancing over at Lupin, he jerked his head to the door, pushed himself off the wall, and made for the exit. He gave Black one last look, a two-fingered salute, before leaving the kitchen, followed closely by Lupin. Perhaps he’d take time for one last fuck with Lupin in Black’s home before he packed. Maybe he'll forget to use Muffliato.