dazzleberry (dazzleberry) wrote,

Chapter 4: All's Fair

Title: Fraternizing With the Enemy, or, The Best Christmas Ever
for: karasu_hime
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Teenagers doing wildly inappropriate things in inappropriate places

Fraternizing With the Enemy
The Best Christmas Ever

A/N: Gift fic for karasu_hime, written for the Secret Santa Exchange on lupin_snape. Story and characterizations of Snape and Lupin inspired by Karasu's artwork in general, with scenes based on specific pieces.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, but I'll take the liberty of giving them away anyway ;)

IV: All's Fair
(A/N: Based on Admit It , artwork by karasu_hime)</i>

For a little over a week, it continued. Severus hadn't realized just how many classes he shared with Lupin until he began having to seek out a bathroom after every shared lesson and relieve himself of the burden of his secret fixation. After the Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson on Wednesday morning, they shared an Herbology lecture Wednesday afternoon. On Thursday, they had Potions together in the morning, then an Astronomy lesson at midnight. On Friday, it was Defense again, then a weekend of seeing a honey-haired Gryffindor everywhere he looked. Monday afternoon, it was Herbology, then a miserable midday on Tuesday as they had Astronomy lecture, then lunch, then Potions all right in a row. Everywhere he turned, there was Remus Lupin, and any effort Severus put into ignoring him was met only with an amused grin from the object of his obsession and an ache at the base of his cock.

Meanwhile, it was getting harder to ignore Black and Potter as well, though for much less confusing and pleasant reasons. Black especially seemed to be redoubling his efforts to provoke a reaction, though his obvious effort was making it easier for Severus to resist. Just knowing that it was pissing Black off was enough to make Severus keep ignoring him.

A week and a Potions lesson after he'd first sat daydreaming about Remus Lupin's neck, Severus found that his marks were being threatened by another source, but at least his mother wasn't going to be getting owls about the boy who'd caught her son's most secret fancy. Lupin might have an idea, but Severus was sure he was being circumspect enough that no one else knew about it. Severus was distracted enough that, for the fourth time in a row, Lily Evans out-performed him, submitting a clearly superior vial of Wart-Dissolving Potion to Slughorn's desk.

Disgusted with himself for losing count of how many times he'd stirred clockwise and messing up the entire timing of his own effort, Severus buffed irritably at an imaginary spot on the bottom of his cauldron and vowed that he was finished daydreaming about Remus Lupin. At least during classes where he might actually learn something if he could bring himself to pay attention. Defense was a waste of time anyway.

He had just reached this decision when Slughorn dismissed them, and he was left to scramble for his belongings because he had been, predictably enough, daydreaming again. This time about not daydreaming.

"You coming, Remus?" Black called from the doorway.

Severus glanced furtively across the room and saw Lupin piddling with some parchment. "I'll be there in a few minutes. I've just got to get this crap in order before I drop half of it. You go on."

Black lingered in the doorway, his book tucked under his arm. "You need some help?"

"Nah. Go on. I'll catch up to you."

"You sure? I don't mind waiting."

Lupin flashed a charming grin at Black, a grin that melted Severus' heart and his resolve, even though he wasn't the recipient. "Go on, and you and James'll have already figured out what books we need by the time I get there."

Black laughed and forked a hand through his hair. "See you at our usual table then."

Severus gathered his cauldron and book bag, clutching his battered copy of his text in the crook of his arm, and headed for the door. A final glance around the classroom revealed that he was the last one out, so he closed the door behind him as he left. He turned towards the Slytherin common room, and stopped short as he nearly ran into Lupin in the middle of the corridor.

"Fancy meeting you here," Lupin said with one of those wolfishly charming grins that left Severus' mouth feeling dry.

This was the part where he was supposed to say something witty, but everything witty he'd ever thought of seemed lodged somewhere under the burgeoning blossom of desire that had taken up residence in his throat. He ducked his head, swallowing hard as he sidestepped Lupin.

Lupin stepped to the side as well, blocking his path. "Wondered if I might have a word?"

"What do you want?" Severus asked, his tone more defensive and bitter than it had been in the fantasies in which Remus Lupin stopped him in a hallway.

"Well," Lupin said, walking towards him as he backed up, "this weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend, right?"

"Right," Severus said, his eyes flinging open wide as he felt something solid behind him. The wall. He had nowhere else to go. His eyes darted wildly up and down the corridor, and he wasn't sure if he was looking for someone to rescue him or making sure he wasn't being seen.

"You going?" Lupin asked casually, leaning one hand against the wall beside Severus' head.

Severus shifted his things to one hand and took a step to the side, edging away from Lupin. "I'm sure I will. Doesn't everybody?"

Lupin pressed his other hand against the wall on the other side of Severus' head and leaned forward a bit. "I'm hoping to go too," he said in a low, guttural tone. "Thing is, someone still has my cloak."

Severus nearly dropped his books and cauldron. The combination of Lupin's proximity and the sudden disappointment of his reasons for being so close conspired to turn Severus' legs into quivering tubes of jelly. "Er..."

"Think I might have it back?" Lupin asked, stepping back, still grinning that disarming grin.

Severus felt his face darkening with ill-concealed embarrassment. Over the past week, he'd taken to spreading that cloak over him while he jerked off, a poor attempt at imagining that it was Lupin spread over him. "Of course," he said stiffly. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be here," Lupin said, leaning against the wall.

Severus gathered his wits and hurried down the corridor to the Slytherin common room, then made his way through the low-ceiling tunnel that led to the boys' dormitory. He dropped everything on his bed and dug the cloak out from under his pillow. For a moment, he stood, clutching the cloak to his chest and taking deep, calming breaths as he attempted to gather his composure again. When he thought he had a grip on himself, he opened his eyes and forced his thoughts towards what he was going to do with the hour before lunch and the hour after. His next class was Arithmancy, at two, which meant he had three hours with the textbook of his choice. Arithmancy might have been the more intuitive of the choices, but his pride compelled him to choose Potions. He was determined that he could outdo Lily the next time they had class.

Digging his Potions book out from under the pile, he gathered parchment and quill and his own cloak, smoothed his face into an emotionless mask, and walked back into the corridor. Lupin was still leaning against the wall.

Without a word, Severus held out the cloak and Lupin took it from him, draping it over his arm. "Thanks," Lupin said.

"Not at all." Severus started to walk away, making a special effort to exercise control over himself, body and mind, but Lupin shattered that composure by snaking out an arm and blocking Severus' path. Severus took an involuntary step backward, and found his back colliding against the wall again. "Now what do you want?"

Lupin was still grinning, though his grin had changed. No longer the wolfishly playful grin, but a more determined one. "Actually," he said, advancing a step closer, "that's my question for you."

"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about." Severus looked wildly towards the stairs at the end of the corridor, but there was no salvation likely to be forthcoming from that direction.

"You didn't know that you've been staring at me for over a week." It was a bland statement, laced with disbelief.

"No I haven't," Severus whispered weakly as Lupin's head came closer to his and closer. Breathing shallowly when he dared to breathe at all, Severus watched in fascinated horror as Lupin drew so close that he could feel the other boy's breath against his jaw, hot as the blast of a raging inferno.

"You've been watching me," Lupin said. "Fantasizing about me. I've caught you looking at me. I just want to know what it is that I see in your eyes."

Severus closed his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about," he repeated, his whisper barely audible to his own ears over the pounding of his heart.

"You want me, don't you?" Lupin whispered.

Every fiber of Severus' being exploded at once, screaming at him that this was another prank, an elaborate set-up, that he was befuddled and bewitched and he just needed to get away before he did something that would test the rules of logic that stated he couldn't die of embarrassment. Every fiber screamed at him to run, but one small voice at the back of his mind whispered that he should stay.

"Admit it," Lupin said huskily, his eyes practically glowing with a carnal flame, "you like me."

Severus turned his head away, but Lupin continued to advance on him, and finally, Severus felt the fearsome contact he'd been dreading and craving. Lupin's lips were soft, gently teasing at the corner of Severus' mouth, inviting him to turn his head into the kiss. After a moment, he did.

Hesitant at first, unaccustomed to anyone touching him voluntarily in any way, certainly in such an intimate way, Severus accepted the unspoken invitation and his lips parted to the tender insistence of Lupin's tongue. He felt a hand at the back of his neck, fingers massaging firmly at his tense muscles, coaxing him to relax. As he did so, it was with the vague thought that he was probably going to regret this somehow.

His tense muscles gave way to the lure of Lupin's urging, and his resistance melted away, his head tilting backward to accept the hungrily intensifying kiss that he was sure he would regret. Someday. Eventually. But for fuck's sake, not right now.

As though sensing his impending surrender, Lupin burrowed his tongue into Severus' mouth, his other hand moving to Severus' waist. Coaxing, inviting, urging, demanding where the invitations were not accepted, Lupin threatened to devour Severus, and Severus was happily willing to be devoured.

The kiss softened again, and Lupin retreated much the same way he had advanced. His tongue flicked against Severus' lips, his lips suckling softly at the corner of Severus' mouth, then lingering for a moment as they leaned against each other, both breathing harder than when they had started. Lupin caught Severus' lower lip between his teeth and nipped gently, then straightened.

The sudden lack of Lupin pressed against his body was like being plunged into a startlingly cold lake, and Severus had to fight to keep from sucking in a sharp breath. Trembling, he leaned against the wall again.

"Yes," Lupin said, his voice edged with a smile, "you definitely like me."

There was a heat in Severus' cheeks, and he wasn't sure if it was the memory of Lupin's lips crushing against his, or the realization of what he'd just done. He opened his eyes slowly, expecting to see mocking. He saw a smile, though it didn't seem malicious. Lupin curled a finger against Severus' face, brushing back a wayward strand of hair.

"See you in class," Lupin said, brushing his thumb lightly over Severus' lower lip.

As Lupin turned to walk away, Severus sagged against the wall, his knees no longer willing or able to support him.

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