SWASS Chapter Three
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tripperfunsterJust as it had the week before, the multi-coloured four-house rug sat like a gaudy blemish in the center of the staff room floor. Severus had arrived as late as he could manage but as someone who was anally compulsive about punctuality, it made him approximately on time. Hagrid and Madam Pince had yet to arrive and Snape chastised himself for his inability to be fashionably late. Now he would most likely have to make small talk, and aside from insolence, incompetence, arrogance, ignorance, ineptitude, Harry Potter and party games, there was nothing he hated more than small talk.
Remus caught his gaze from across the room and gave him a small wink but Severus scowled and turned away. At least Trelawney didn’t reek of booze this evening, but she had the strong scent of an herb that Snape was pretty sure Sprout didn’t grow in the school Greenhouses… or did she?
The image of Sibyll and Sprout ducking behind the Astronomy Tower to smoke a big fatty popped into his head and he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. That’s when he noticed Madam Hooch standing beside him. Well, her boobs, actually. She had a chest that could only be described as heaving and she was, or rather, they were no doubt the star role in many a student’s fantasy wank sessions. Probably many of the staff’s as well, he surmised.
“Hello, Severus,” she smiled.
“Madam Hooch,” he replied coolly, unaccustomed to her friendly demeanor towards him.
Argus Filch pushed past behind her and she leaned in towards Snape, the warm flesh of her breasts pressing into his arm. She leaned in even further as Sprout walked behind her as well, and much to his horror Snape felt a stir beginning in his groin.
What sort of aphrodisiac have they been slipping into the drinks?
When the coast was clear, Madam Hooch removed the offending glands from his arm and blushed slightly. She patted his elbow lightly with one hand and looked up into his ashen face.
“A bit crowded in here, isn’t it?” she asked rhetorically then blushed a bit more as she walked away.
That imprudent tart! That entire production was completely intentional. He suspiciously passed his drink under his nose but could detect nothing.
Eventually Hagrid entered the room, muttering an apology for his lateness and Pince arrived on his heels. When they were settled with drinks of their own, Dumbledore stood and addressed the group.
“I want to say that I think last week’s staff meeting was a cracking success and I hope tonight’s gathering will be just as entertaining. He cocked a bushy eyebrow in Snape’s general direction, and Snape pursed his lips.
“I have put some thought into this evening’s activities,” he continued, “and to keep things fresh, I propose that we play a game of wizard Truth or Dare.” An appreciative murmur swept through the room. “Dares shall be unrestricted but for the sake of safety, let’s limit them to non-dangerous ones. No trick flying, illegal transfigurations or Dark spells. As for Truth…” he peered over his half-moon spectacles to convey the gravity of his message. “The questions shall steer clear of politics, Aurors and He Who Shall Not Be Named. This is a game, not an inquisition, so please don’t make me jump in and Obliviate the lot of you.”
At this last comment his sparkle returned and many took that to mean he was joking but to Severus it seemed Dumbledore was relishing the possibility.
“Argus, you were the final one to be chosen last week, so let’s start with you, but please remember, you are bound by the game. Don’t choose Dare if there are things you cannot fathom doing and avoid Truth if you hold many secrets close to your heart. You may begin.”
Filch peered around the room, his thin lips curled into a pinched grin.
The poor boy cannot even muster a proper sneer. Severus’ own lips curved up out of habit. Filch’s gaze passed over Snape and moved on, his watery eyes settling on Poppy.
“Madam Pomfrey,” he said, yellow teeth offset by his even yellower pallor. She raised her head bravely as he asked the question.
“Truth or Dare?”
She considered a moment then plunged forward.
“Dare.”
“Alright,” he said, scratching thoughtfully at the ever-present grey stubble on his chin, “I dare you to...kiss Albus for 5 minutes.”
The look of relief was apparent on her face and Albus certainly didn’t seem off-put by the idea either. In fact, as they approached each other in the middle of the circle, Severus got the distinct feeling that this was far from the first time they had swapped spit.
You jammy old player, you really do get around, don’t you?
The kiss began, but Severus did not feel the need to turn away. Perhaps he had built up an immunity to it, or formed a mental callous to shield himself from the shock, but this time he found it interesting instead of repulsive. After the third or fourth minute it became a bit boring, that was until Poppy unclasped Dumbledore’s robes and they fell to the floor.
It was no surprise to anyone present that underneath his robes, Albus sported purple wool thermals complete with bright yellow lemon-drops embroidered throughout.
Let me guess, either they glow in the dark or have scratch-and-sniff properties…or both.
By Snape’s estimation they had less than a minute left, but Albus was enthusiastically working on the ties that held Poppy’s uniform intact. Severus snuck a peek at the crowd and most were staring, enraptured with the pair. Some smiling dreamily, others open-mouthed with disbelief and awe. Lupin, however, was checking under his fingernails for dirt.
Hmmm. Strange that he would be the only person here not gaping at them…
Remus’ gaze shifted upwards and Snape quickly diverted his attention back to the couple who were just then pulling apart.
Albus seemed to have infected Pomfrey with his damnable twinkle because she flashed the group a bedazzled smile as she practically floated back to her space on the rug. By the time Dumbledore had gathered his robes and resettled them on his shoulders, she had recovered enough to commence her turn.
She searched the many faces thoughtfully before settling on one.
“Hagrid,” she said, and the behemoth raised his furry head expectantly. “Truth or Dare?”
Hagrid smiled, “Well, I’m too daft t’ know wha’ the truth is half the time, so I ‘spose I’d better choose Dare.”
Poppy grinned wickedly. “I dare you to moon us.”
“Wha?” asked Hagrid, unsure of his hearing.
“Moon us,” Poppy repeated.
When his busy eyebrows were still knitted together in disbelief Dumbledore interjected.
“Rubeus, turn around and drop some trou’. Show us your enormous buttocks.”
Hagrid snorted.
“Alrigh’, if ye really want me to!” he laughed. He began to work at the large brass buckle of his belt.
Dear Lord, please let it be better groomed than his face.
Hagrid turned around and peered back over one massive shoulder to be sure that everyone was ready, and then let his trousers drop to the floor.
There was a collective gasp as Hagrid’s smooth, pink and relatively hairless bottom was revealed. It was, most likely, the least hirsute part of the giant man.
Minerva gave an appreciative wolf whistle and some other hooted and clapped. Hagrid’s embarrassed blush was evident even before he pulled up his trousers and turned back to face everyone.
“I reckon I haven’t done tha’ since I was a wee lad.”
“Hagrid,” laughed Lupin, “I have trouble imagining you as a ‘wee’ anything.” The crowd laughed and Hagrid got a glint in his eye.
“Alrigh’ Professor,” he said to Remus, “since you’re in such a good mood, Truth or Dare?”
“Truth,” said Lupin, without hesitation.
Hagrid gave a sidelong peek at Snape, then formed his question.
“Las’ week, when you an’ Professor Snape…erm…well…” He cleared his throat. “Is, uh…” he paused, eager to know but not eager to ask, “is Professor Snape as good a kisser as the Headmaster says he is?”
He breathed a sigh of relief at having gotten the query out, but pointedly did not look at the man in question.
“Absolutely!” said Remus, also not looking at Snape. “He has everything I look for in a kisser. Well formed lips, a delicate yet firm touch, an unwavering sense of self-confidence and sweet breath with just a hint of…anise?”
Hagrid looked over at Severus, obviously unfamiliar with anise.
“Licorice,” said Snape impatiently. “Black licorice.”
It was the one type of candy that he could stomach.
“Oh,” said Hagrid to Lupin, “thanks.”
“Plus,” added Remus, although he had not been asked, “he’s got one hell of a fit body under those robes.”
Severus drew his frock around himself as every witch in the house craned to get a look at him. He was nervous about what might happen when it came time for him to have a turn, and for some inexplicable reason, the bulge in his trousers was still present.
Nerves. It must be my nerves.
A few more turns came and went, and Snape began to relax. Perhaps he wouldn’t be called upon after all. And then he and Remus were dared to kiss again.
Shirtless.
Snape looked to Dumbledore who merely smiled and nodded. A flash of anger, unexpected and intense, flared inside him.
Who the hell is he to impose this ridiculous charade on us? Not only is it juvenile and offensive, it is pointless, crass and instead of lifting us up as a group it is dragging us down to the lowest common denominator. Basal, carnal bullshit.
Snape protectively held the forearm that bore the Dark Mark. It was no secret that he had been a Death Eater and had willingly taken Voldemort’s mark, but it felt obscene to parade it about for a bunch of rubberneckers to gawk at.
He began to bitterly work at the many buttons adorning the front of his teacher’s robes and tunic underneath.
He hadn’t even begun to address the fastenings on his sleeves when Remus approached him, already free of his robes and the topmost buttons undone on his shirt. A few silvery scars were visible through the gaping neck of his tunic and Severus gave them a curious glance before turning his attention back to his sleeves.
Snape took no notice when Remus pulled his shirt up and over his blond head, but the many gasps and exclamations of shock gave him cause to look up.
His own mouth betrayed him when his gaze found Remus’ chest.
“Sodding hell!”
Snape had witnessed more than his share of torture and mutilation, but he had never seen such physical devastation on a person who was actually alive.
Large, broad gashes cut angry stripes from Remus’ right shoulder leading down across his chest to his waist and hip where they intermingled with a series of other scars. They twisted around each other and wound back up again like many intertwined silver and pink snakes that culminated in an angry patch of sinewy tissue. Someone or something had taken a good chunk out of him.
Gods! That wolf didn’t try to kill him, it tried to eat him!
Aware that he was staring, Snape dragged his gaze upwards. He recognized the anger and humiliation in the amber eyes, but there was something else that he did not.
Remus took a bold step toward Severus, grabbed him by the back of his robes and shirt collar and stripped them down to his waist, effectively pinning Snape’s arms behind his back, tangled in his still buttoned sleeves.
Severus began to protest but Lupin’s lips covered his own, his mouth hot and needy. Whatever smart comment had been forming on his tongue was quickly sucked away, along with his breath.
Snape struggled to free his arms but Remus twisted the material, tightening his hold. As he fought against him, Severus grunted into the other man’s mouth and Remus replied with a deep throated groan of his own.
The sound vibrated down Snape’s throat and went straight to his groin. His cock, which had been hovering at half-mast all evening, sprang to life and Severus could almost feel the blood drain out of his head to accommodate his swelling prick.
Remus had caught him off guard and off-balance. Severus widened his stance to avoid falling over as they had done the previous week and Remus took this as an invitation, sliding one thigh between his long legs.
The heat coming off of him was exhilarating and when Lupin leaned in closer and their chests touched, Severus pushed back against him, closing any space left between them.
As their lips continued to explore each other, Remus took his free hand and tentatively ran it up Snape’s torso, bumping one curious finger along the ridge that each rib created, then sliding it up to the muscle of his chest stopping only when it reached one pink, erect nipple.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb over it and smiled into Snape’s mouth when he felt the sharp intake of breath. He then gave it a gentle tweak and this time the breath came out just as abruptly.
Remus gave Snape’s mouth one last swipe with his tongue then broke away to lick and taste down the length of his throat. Snape allowed his head to fall back as the other man used his tongue to lick a wet trail down to his collar bone, across the hollow at the base of his neck and then on to the nipple in question.
He had continued to rub it with his fingers and it stood, swollen and rosy from the attention. Remus put his mouth over it and began to suck at the fleshy peak.
Severus’ moan emanated through the pin-drop quiet room like the bellow of a rutting deer. Someone dropped their drink and it went crashing to the floor, but Severus took no heed. His entire world had been shrunk to the size of a shiny, pink Galleon and the man who was sucking on it.
His swollen prick continued to fill and the small part of his brain that was still functioning wondered if it might tear free from his trousers, or worse, just burst from the sheer tension.
Remus dragged his teeth across Snape’s areola and he suddenly realized that it would only take one or two more passes and he might come just from that.
This is completely unacceptable. I will not be a party to this. Stop it immediately!
To everyone present, it sounded more like: “GHAARRAHHHH…UHHHOOOOHAARRGH”
Lupin abandoned the abused nipple and began to lick downwards, towards Snape’ navel.
This was it. He really WAS going to come. Right here. In front of a room full of people. Colleagues, no less.
Remus’ head went lower, past his navel and Snape braced himself for the inevitable. The unthinkable. The unstoppable. Every muscle in his body coiled and tensed, striving for the release.
Then it was gone.
Remus had removed his offending tongue and let go of his twisted robes.
Severus remained still. Not breathing and eyes squeezed shut. If he moved, he would come. If he breathed, he would come. If a butterfly flapped its wings outside the staff room window, the resulting breeze would make him come.
An eternity seemed to pass where no one else in the room breathed either, then Severus allowed himself to exhale. He slowly opened his eyes to see Remus’ concerned face which slowly broke into a shy smile when it was evident that Severus had regained control.
He looked over at the slack-jawed crowd and it was obvious that there wasn’t a dry pair of knickers in the place. Most of the trousers would be ill-fitting as well.
Remus again grasped the back of Snape’s robes, but this time he pulled them up, resettling them on his shoulders. Severus flinched slightly but made no effort to thwart him. He was still too stunned.
What in Hades had just happened?
It was hardly his first time being kissed, but never before had he experienced this sort of reaction. He thought back through the modest, yet hardly pathetic number of lovers that he had been with over the years and while some stood out from the rest, no one had exuded this sort of power over him.
Is it Lupin’s Lycanthropyy? Could there be some sort of…animal magnetism? Or perhaps it’s something in the Wolfsbane. No, it couldn’t be. Perhaps it’s having an audience. Have I repressed some sort of exhibitionist fetish until now?
Snape looked around the room and his theories rang false, even to himself. Having so many witnesses was the one thing that was causing him the most distress. That, and the fact that it was with Remus Lupin of all people. Other than Sirius Black, he couldn’t fathom a less likely partner. Well, Harry Potter perhaps, but someone would have to be a seriously perverted deviant to even envision such a twisted pairing.
Severus slowly made his way back to his space on the carpet while trying to fasten his buttons with still trembling fingers. It was only when he heard Remus call his name that he looked up.
“Truth or Dare?”
Snape blinked. “You’re not serious.”
Remus smiled. He was.
Bloody Bollocking Arse Biscuits. He wouldn’t make me disrobe again… or would he? Answering a question about how close I had just been to spilling my seed in front of a room full of people is not something I relish either. The question begs…is it worse to talk about it, or to do it?
He took a deep breath.
“Dare.”
Remus smiled.
Severus scowled.
“I dare you to wear pink robes to all of your classes on Monday.”
Severus laughed. “You can’t do that. The dares can’t extend beyond the parameters of this room…can they?”
All eyes turned to Dumbledore who gave a casual shrug.
“If I remember correctly, the only restrictions were dangerous ones. Pink doesn’t seem especially risky to me,” he smiled. “Risqué maybe, but not risky.”
Snape had half a mind to whip out his still hard prick and beat the old wizard senseless with it.
“It’s settled then,” said Minerva, with a broad smile. “I’ll Transfigure some robes for you, if you like.”
“Thank you, no. I am more than capable at Transfiguration.”
“Oh,” she said, a little hurt. “I just thought you’d like a woman’s touch.” She paused for a moment then snidely added; “Oh, I suppose not.” She pointedly looked between Snape and Remus to emphasize her point.
Many of the staff laughed and Snape clenched his jaw.
“Minerva,” he said.
“Yes?” she answered sweetly.
“Truth or Dare?”
Her eyes widened but she did not waver.
“Dare.”
“Why don’t you show these lovely people your knickers?”
Her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ of indignation.
“Or perhaps,” Snape continued, “I should dare YOU to kiss Professor Lupin while topless.”
Minerva quickly stepped to the center of the circle and began gathering the hem of her robes.
Severus crossed his arms over his chest with satisfaction.
“Knickers it is, then.”
She shot him an eye full of daggers as she pulled her robes up and over her hips and held them at her waist, exposing a pair of very sensible blue panties.
Hagrid and Dumbledore whistled and clapped but Filch gave a harsh laugh.
“Aye, I’m wearing sexier keks than that!”
Minerva gave an exaggerated waggle of her slim arse and let her robes fall to the floor.
“There is absolutely nothing wrong with those knickers. They are comfortable and cotton.
“I must say,” twinkled Albus, “I’m a tad disappointed. I figured you to be all business on the outside and party on the inside. Doesn’t anyone wear thongs anymore?”
McGonagall harrumphed.
“Have any of you ever tried to wear one of those things? I don’t cherish an all-day Melvin, myself.”
“Come now, they can’t be THAT bad,” scoffed Flitwick.
Minerva put her hands on her hips and surveyed the men.
“Fine. I dare all of the men here to wear women’s knickers for one week.”
They began to shout their protests, but she held up one bony finger to hush them.
“SEXY women’s knickers, mind.”
Remus caught his gaze from across the room and gave him a small wink but Severus scowled and turned away. At least Trelawney didn’t reek of booze this evening, but she had the strong scent of an herb that Snape was pretty sure Sprout didn’t grow in the school Greenhouses… or did she?
The image of Sibyll and Sprout ducking behind the Astronomy Tower to smoke a big fatty popped into his head and he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. That’s when he noticed Madam Hooch standing beside him. Well, her boobs, actually. She had a chest that could only be described as heaving and she was, or rather, they were no doubt the star role in many a student’s fantasy wank sessions. Probably many of the staff’s as well, he surmised.
“Hello, Severus,” she smiled.
“Madam Hooch,” he replied coolly, unaccustomed to her friendly demeanor towards him.
Argus Filch pushed past behind her and she leaned in towards Snape, the warm flesh of her breasts pressing into his arm. She leaned in even further as Sprout walked behind her as well, and much to his horror Snape felt a stir beginning in his groin.
What sort of aphrodisiac have they been slipping into the drinks?
When the coast was clear, Madam Hooch removed the offending glands from his arm and blushed slightly. She patted his elbow lightly with one hand and looked up into his ashen face.
“A bit crowded in here, isn’t it?” she asked rhetorically then blushed a bit more as she walked away.
That imprudent tart! That entire production was completely intentional. He suspiciously passed his drink under his nose but could detect nothing.
Eventually Hagrid entered the room, muttering an apology for his lateness and Pince arrived on his heels. When they were settled with drinks of their own, Dumbledore stood and addressed the group.
“I want to say that I think last week’s staff meeting was a cracking success and I hope tonight’s gathering will be just as entertaining. He cocked a bushy eyebrow in Snape’s general direction, and Snape pursed his lips.
“I have put some thought into this evening’s activities,” he continued, “and to keep things fresh, I propose that we play a game of wizard Truth or Dare.” An appreciative murmur swept through the room. “Dares shall be unrestricted but for the sake of safety, let’s limit them to non-dangerous ones. No trick flying, illegal transfigurations or Dark spells. As for Truth…” he peered over his half-moon spectacles to convey the gravity of his message. “The questions shall steer clear of politics, Aurors and He Who Shall Not Be Named. This is a game, not an inquisition, so please don’t make me jump in and Obliviate the lot of you.”
At this last comment his sparkle returned and many took that to mean he was joking but to Severus it seemed Dumbledore was relishing the possibility.
“Argus, you were the final one to be chosen last week, so let’s start with you, but please remember, you are bound by the game. Don’t choose Dare if there are things you cannot fathom doing and avoid Truth if you hold many secrets close to your heart. You may begin.”
Filch peered around the room, his thin lips curled into a pinched grin.
The poor boy cannot even muster a proper sneer. Severus’ own lips curved up out of habit. Filch’s gaze passed over Snape and moved on, his watery eyes settling on Poppy.
“Madam Pomfrey,” he said, yellow teeth offset by his even yellower pallor. She raised her head bravely as he asked the question.
“Truth or Dare?”
She considered a moment then plunged forward.
“Dare.”
“Alright,” he said, scratching thoughtfully at the ever-present grey stubble on his chin, “I dare you to...kiss Albus for 5 minutes.”
The look of relief was apparent on her face and Albus certainly didn’t seem off-put by the idea either. In fact, as they approached each other in the middle of the circle, Severus got the distinct feeling that this was far from the first time they had swapped spit.
You jammy old player, you really do get around, don’t you?
The kiss began, but Severus did not feel the need to turn away. Perhaps he had built up an immunity to it, or formed a mental callous to shield himself from the shock, but this time he found it interesting instead of repulsive. After the third or fourth minute it became a bit boring, that was until Poppy unclasped Dumbledore’s robes and they fell to the floor.
It was no surprise to anyone present that underneath his robes, Albus sported purple wool thermals complete with bright yellow lemon-drops embroidered throughout.
Let me guess, either they glow in the dark or have scratch-and-sniff properties…or both.
By Snape’s estimation they had less than a minute left, but Albus was enthusiastically working on the ties that held Poppy’s uniform intact. Severus snuck a peek at the crowd and most were staring, enraptured with the pair. Some smiling dreamily, others open-mouthed with disbelief and awe. Lupin, however, was checking under his fingernails for dirt.
Hmmm. Strange that he would be the only person here not gaping at them…
Remus’ gaze shifted upwards and Snape quickly diverted his attention back to the couple who were just then pulling apart.
Albus seemed to have infected Pomfrey with his damnable twinkle because she flashed the group a bedazzled smile as she practically floated back to her space on the rug. By the time Dumbledore had gathered his robes and resettled them on his shoulders, she had recovered enough to commence her turn.
She searched the many faces thoughtfully before settling on one.
“Hagrid,” she said, and the behemoth raised his furry head expectantly. “Truth or Dare?”
Hagrid smiled, “Well, I’m too daft t’ know wha’ the truth is half the time, so I ‘spose I’d better choose Dare.”
Poppy grinned wickedly. “I dare you to moon us.”
“Wha?” asked Hagrid, unsure of his hearing.
“Moon us,” Poppy repeated.
When his busy eyebrows were still knitted together in disbelief Dumbledore interjected.
“Rubeus, turn around and drop some trou’. Show us your enormous buttocks.”
Hagrid snorted.
“Alrigh’, if ye really want me to!” he laughed. He began to work at the large brass buckle of his belt.
Dear Lord, please let it be better groomed than his face.
Hagrid turned around and peered back over one massive shoulder to be sure that everyone was ready, and then let his trousers drop to the floor.
There was a collective gasp as Hagrid’s smooth, pink and relatively hairless bottom was revealed. It was, most likely, the least hirsute part of the giant man.
Minerva gave an appreciative wolf whistle and some other hooted and clapped. Hagrid’s embarrassed blush was evident even before he pulled up his trousers and turned back to face everyone.
“I reckon I haven’t done tha’ since I was a wee lad.”
“Hagrid,” laughed Lupin, “I have trouble imagining you as a ‘wee’ anything.” The crowd laughed and Hagrid got a glint in his eye.
“Alrigh’ Professor,” he said to Remus, “since you’re in such a good mood, Truth or Dare?”
“Truth,” said Lupin, without hesitation.
Hagrid gave a sidelong peek at Snape, then formed his question.
“Las’ week, when you an’ Professor Snape…erm…well…” He cleared his throat. “Is, uh…” he paused, eager to know but not eager to ask, “is Professor Snape as good a kisser as the Headmaster says he is?”
He breathed a sigh of relief at having gotten the query out, but pointedly did not look at the man in question.
“Absolutely!” said Remus, also not looking at Snape. “He has everything I look for in a kisser. Well formed lips, a delicate yet firm touch, an unwavering sense of self-confidence and sweet breath with just a hint of…anise?”
Hagrid looked over at Severus, obviously unfamiliar with anise.
“Licorice,” said Snape impatiently. “Black licorice.”
It was the one type of candy that he could stomach.
“Oh,” said Hagrid to Lupin, “thanks.”
“Plus,” added Remus, although he had not been asked, “he’s got one hell of a fit body under those robes.”
Severus drew his frock around himself as every witch in the house craned to get a look at him. He was nervous about what might happen when it came time for him to have a turn, and for some inexplicable reason, the bulge in his trousers was still present.
Nerves. It must be my nerves.
A few more turns came and went, and Snape began to relax. Perhaps he wouldn’t be called upon after all. And then he and Remus were dared to kiss again.
Shirtless.
Snape looked to Dumbledore who merely smiled and nodded. A flash of anger, unexpected and intense, flared inside him.
Who the hell is he to impose this ridiculous charade on us? Not only is it juvenile and offensive, it is pointless, crass and instead of lifting us up as a group it is dragging us down to the lowest common denominator. Basal, carnal bullshit.
Snape protectively held the forearm that bore the Dark Mark. It was no secret that he had been a Death Eater and had willingly taken Voldemort’s mark, but it felt obscene to parade it about for a bunch of rubberneckers to gawk at.
He began to bitterly work at the many buttons adorning the front of his teacher’s robes and tunic underneath.
He hadn’t even begun to address the fastenings on his sleeves when Remus approached him, already free of his robes and the topmost buttons undone on his shirt. A few silvery scars were visible through the gaping neck of his tunic and Severus gave them a curious glance before turning his attention back to his sleeves.
Snape took no notice when Remus pulled his shirt up and over his blond head, but the many gasps and exclamations of shock gave him cause to look up.
His own mouth betrayed him when his gaze found Remus’ chest.
“Sodding hell!”
Snape had witnessed more than his share of torture and mutilation, but he had never seen such physical devastation on a person who was actually alive.
Large, broad gashes cut angry stripes from Remus’ right shoulder leading down across his chest to his waist and hip where they intermingled with a series of other scars. They twisted around each other and wound back up again like many intertwined silver and pink snakes that culminated in an angry patch of sinewy tissue. Someone or something had taken a good chunk out of him.
Gods! That wolf didn’t try to kill him, it tried to eat him!
Aware that he was staring, Snape dragged his gaze upwards. He recognized the anger and humiliation in the amber eyes, but there was something else that he did not.
Remus took a bold step toward Severus, grabbed him by the back of his robes and shirt collar and stripped them down to his waist, effectively pinning Snape’s arms behind his back, tangled in his still buttoned sleeves.
Severus began to protest but Lupin’s lips covered his own, his mouth hot and needy. Whatever smart comment had been forming on his tongue was quickly sucked away, along with his breath.
Snape struggled to free his arms but Remus twisted the material, tightening his hold. As he fought against him, Severus grunted into the other man’s mouth and Remus replied with a deep throated groan of his own.
The sound vibrated down Snape’s throat and went straight to his groin. His cock, which had been hovering at half-mast all evening, sprang to life and Severus could almost feel the blood drain out of his head to accommodate his swelling prick.
Remus had caught him off guard and off-balance. Severus widened his stance to avoid falling over as they had done the previous week and Remus took this as an invitation, sliding one thigh between his long legs.
The heat coming off of him was exhilarating and when Lupin leaned in closer and their chests touched, Severus pushed back against him, closing any space left between them.
As their lips continued to explore each other, Remus took his free hand and tentatively ran it up Snape’s torso, bumping one curious finger along the ridge that each rib created, then sliding it up to the muscle of his chest stopping only when it reached one pink, erect nipple.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb over it and smiled into Snape’s mouth when he felt the sharp intake of breath. He then gave it a gentle tweak and this time the breath came out just as abruptly.
Remus gave Snape’s mouth one last swipe with his tongue then broke away to lick and taste down the length of his throat. Snape allowed his head to fall back as the other man used his tongue to lick a wet trail down to his collar bone, across the hollow at the base of his neck and then on to the nipple in question.
He had continued to rub it with his fingers and it stood, swollen and rosy from the attention. Remus put his mouth over it and began to suck at the fleshy peak.
Severus’ moan emanated through the pin-drop quiet room like the bellow of a rutting deer. Someone dropped their drink and it went crashing to the floor, but Severus took no heed. His entire world had been shrunk to the size of a shiny, pink Galleon and the man who was sucking on it.
His swollen prick continued to fill and the small part of his brain that was still functioning wondered if it might tear free from his trousers, or worse, just burst from the sheer tension.
Remus dragged his teeth across Snape’s areola and he suddenly realized that it would only take one or two more passes and he might come just from that.
This is completely unacceptable. I will not be a party to this. Stop it immediately!
To everyone present, it sounded more like: “GHAARRAHHHH…UHHHOOOOHAARRGH”
Lupin abandoned the abused nipple and began to lick downwards, towards Snape’ navel.
This was it. He really WAS going to come. Right here. In front of a room full of people. Colleagues, no less.
Remus’ head went lower, past his navel and Snape braced himself for the inevitable. The unthinkable. The unstoppable. Every muscle in his body coiled and tensed, striving for the release.
Then it was gone.
Remus had removed his offending tongue and let go of his twisted robes.
Severus remained still. Not breathing and eyes squeezed shut. If he moved, he would come. If he breathed, he would come. If a butterfly flapped its wings outside the staff room window, the resulting breeze would make him come.
An eternity seemed to pass where no one else in the room breathed either, then Severus allowed himself to exhale. He slowly opened his eyes to see Remus’ concerned face which slowly broke into a shy smile when it was evident that Severus had regained control.
He looked over at the slack-jawed crowd and it was obvious that there wasn’t a dry pair of knickers in the place. Most of the trousers would be ill-fitting as well.
Remus again grasped the back of Snape’s robes, but this time he pulled them up, resettling them on his shoulders. Severus flinched slightly but made no effort to thwart him. He was still too stunned.
What in Hades had just happened?
It was hardly his first time being kissed, but never before had he experienced this sort of reaction. He thought back through the modest, yet hardly pathetic number of lovers that he had been with over the years and while some stood out from the rest, no one had exuded this sort of power over him.
Is it Lupin’s Lycanthropyy? Could there be some sort of…animal magnetism? Or perhaps it’s something in the Wolfsbane. No, it couldn’t be. Perhaps it’s having an audience. Have I repressed some sort of exhibitionist fetish until now?
Snape looked around the room and his theories rang false, even to himself. Having so many witnesses was the one thing that was causing him the most distress. That, and the fact that it was with Remus Lupin of all people. Other than Sirius Black, he couldn’t fathom a less likely partner. Well, Harry Potter perhaps, but someone would have to be a seriously perverted deviant to even envision such a twisted pairing.
Severus slowly made his way back to his space on the carpet while trying to fasten his buttons with still trembling fingers. It was only when he heard Remus call his name that he looked up.
“Truth or Dare?”
Snape blinked. “You’re not serious.”
Remus smiled. He was.
Bloody Bollocking Arse Biscuits. He wouldn’t make me disrobe again… or would he? Answering a question about how close I had just been to spilling my seed in front of a room full of people is not something I relish either. The question begs…is it worse to talk about it, or to do it?
He took a deep breath.
“Dare.”
Remus smiled.
Severus scowled.
“I dare you to wear pink robes to all of your classes on Monday.”
Severus laughed. “You can’t do that. The dares can’t extend beyond the parameters of this room…can they?”
All eyes turned to Dumbledore who gave a casual shrug.
“If I remember correctly, the only restrictions were dangerous ones. Pink doesn’t seem especially risky to me,” he smiled. “Risqué maybe, but not risky.”
Snape had half a mind to whip out his still hard prick and beat the old wizard senseless with it.
“It’s settled then,” said Minerva, with a broad smile. “I’ll Transfigure some robes for you, if you like.”
“Thank you, no. I am more than capable at Transfiguration.”
“Oh,” she said, a little hurt. “I just thought you’d like a woman’s touch.” She paused for a moment then snidely added; “Oh, I suppose not.” She pointedly looked between Snape and Remus to emphasize her point.
Many of the staff laughed and Snape clenched his jaw.
“Minerva,” he said.
“Yes?” she answered sweetly.
“Truth or Dare?”
Her eyes widened but she did not waver.
“Dare.”
“Why don’t you show these lovely people your knickers?”
Her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ of indignation.
“Or perhaps,” Snape continued, “I should dare YOU to kiss Professor Lupin while topless.”
Minerva quickly stepped to the center of the circle and began gathering the hem of her robes.
Severus crossed his arms over his chest with satisfaction.
“Knickers it is, then.”
She shot him an eye full of daggers as she pulled her robes up and over her hips and held them at her waist, exposing a pair of very sensible blue panties.
Hagrid and Dumbledore whistled and clapped but Filch gave a harsh laugh.
“Aye, I’m wearing sexier keks than that!”
Minerva gave an exaggerated waggle of her slim arse and let her robes fall to the floor.
“There is absolutely nothing wrong with those knickers. They are comfortable and cotton.
“I must say,” twinkled Albus, “I’m a tad disappointed. I figured you to be all business on the outside and party on the inside. Doesn’t anyone wear thongs anymore?”
McGonagall harrumphed.
“Have any of you ever tried to wear one of those things? I don’t cherish an all-day Melvin, myself.”
“Come now, they can’t be THAT bad,” scoffed Flitwick.
Minerva put her hands on her hips and surveyed the men.
“Fine. I dare all of the men here to wear women’s knickers for one week.”
They began to shout their protests, but she held up one bony finger to hush them.
“SEXY women’s knickers, mind.”
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Date: 2006-07-04 05:32 am (UTC)I friended you in order to read more of this story. It is so nicely silly! Loved this line:
among others!
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Date: 2006-07-04 05:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-04 05:46 am (UTC)I don't draw fan art, I just squee over it. I do write a fair amount of fan fic though.
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Date: 2006-07-04 05:57 am (UTC)You killed me! I'm dead! This is so great, Tripper, I can't even tell you! The part that made me competely lose it was "Well, Harry Potter perhaps, but someone would have to be a seriously perverted deviant to even envision such a twisted pairing." Rofl!
And the women's knickers!
I know it's a pain to post the chapters, but they are so worth it. I can't wait for the next chapter!
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Date: 2006-07-04 02:12 pm (UTC)The next installment has.....MORE NIPPLES!!
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Date: 2006-07-04 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-04 01:42 pm (UTC)Yes, the shirtless kiss! I'm still waiting for my drawing!!! ;)
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Date: 2006-07-04 01:56 pm (UTC)(teehee - Fumbledore and the cheesy feet will live forever!)
The drawing is coming!! I promise - I just need to figure out how to draw the shirt bit.... ;) Or maybe I should do a nipple-centric one....*contemplates....*
(and hurry up and finish SWASS - I want to know what happens!!!....nuts..sorry - I said I wasn't going to pester...but I can't help it! :D)
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Date: 2006-07-04 06:38 pm (UTC)But Lupin seems to have a very good time humilliating Severus and also getting hot almost sex out of it :P
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Date: 2006-07-04 07:39 pm (UTC)Don't worry. He's got an angry tirade or two in him yet. I think he is also quite perplexed by his own reactions to Lupin, and is really more upset with himself than anyone else.
do keep in mind too, that this is primarily a humour fic, and the parameters get a bit jostled about for the sake of 'funny'. I'll try to not let it get too out of hand.
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Date: 2006-07-28 10:37 pm (UTC)