Author: Mosh Title: Months Note: You may not archive, re-post, or alter any of my stories without my permission. Please contact me first. Thanks! |
Remus shed his clothes, folding them as he went like he always did. Standing naked beneath the high cellar window of Grimmauld Place, he took a deep breath before sweeping up the goblet from the rickety table to his right, pressing it between his palms. He hated this moment. After so many years he still couldn't stand the taste, even though it was one of the two most familiar and strangely comforting tastes he could call to mind. There was still half an hour according to the Lunascope on the old sideboard nearby, but he liked to get this part over and done with as soon as possible so he could prepare for the next stage. So he drank, the liquid simultaneously burning down his throat and feeling cool in his gullet - soothing and hurting him at the same time. As always, it seized his limbs in a series of shuddering spasms as it went down and he stifled the urge to retch. The ache felt just like the beginnings of the Change itself for a split second, and Remus froze. He always felt panic in those few short moments - it was like a reflex now - when the potion pulled his bones in all directions just like the moon did, when he wasn't sure whether it was going to stop and leave him be, or stop his heart from the strain. He heard the worn springs of the old armchair behind him creak as he trembled through the aftertaste, concentrating with his brows furrowed. He waited for it to wash through him, to take place in his veins like a lover, consuming him, taking control over the wolf that was so eager to arrive. He was always being controlled by something, but he was used to that now after all the years. And he was grateful that he had this option available to him, it being far better than the alternative. A shock of pain ran through him and he tensed, throwing his head back as he tried to fight it. He counted his own heartbeats until it ebbed away. Then he let out a tired sigh. The pain was necessary for it to work - he knew this. He was part of the disease and the disease was a part of him; part of his blood and part of the moon, both of which were required for the Wolfsbane to take effect successfully. The main ingredient, Leyra Anwa, was a greedy plant that revelled in the moon's caress, the silver rays feeding its potent leaves so it became strong, so it bloomed and flourished once a month. Just like Remus's curse. Lips pressed softly against the back of his neck suddenly; a flush of chilly breath on his heated, sweaty skin. It might have been an answering sigh - Remus wasn't sure. He closed his eyes and waited until he had stopped shaking. Then he turned and kissed Severus, allowing Severus to pull him close, the smoothness of the man's travelling cloak whispering all over his naked skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface. Severus's tongue slipped gently into Remus's mouth and Remus licked it, stroking it with his own. This was the other familiar taste he knew. "You should go," he said quietly against Severus's mouth when he broke away moments later. And then Severus kissed him, and he became completely lost in that taste again. He didn't get hard automatically like he used to, in the beginning. Not unless Severus touched him there, which wasn't that often. Remus was usually too far gone to enjoy it anyway, and Severus knew it. But when he was the wolf he would rub himself against the armchair, biting the cushions where Severus's scent was the strongest, from where he had sat and watched Remus drink the potion before leaving. It wasn't a vicious thing, biting the chair. It was the only time Remus could allow himself the indulgence of claiming someone as his own, with a fraction of a wolf's mind and the majority of his own, with instincts both animal and human - claiming the only one he had close physical contact with shortly before he transformed. Everyone needed to claim something, no matter how trivial, he reasoned. "Go," he urged softly, pushing Severus back a step. Severus brushed his hands away, flashed him an irritated look, leaned in, and captured his lips again, kissing him harder still. Remus knew this was Severus's way of giving him one more chance to get lost and forget what was about to happen. Severus held him tightly by the hips, kissing deeper and deeper until Remus was sure he was going to drown. He found himself too distracted by the taste, by those hands on him, by the moon, to fight it. The pull gradually became too strong and Remus clawed at Severus's robes, growling into his mouth, and only then did Severus release him and step back. "Thank you... for... the potion... Severus." He crouched to the floor, feeling the first jerk of his muscles. He didn't see Severus leave, but he heard the custom-made cellar door close and lock from the outside.
He padded over to the door, sniffing at the gap at the bottom. Severus. Snape. Severus Snape. Want, want, want. And he knew Severus was standing quietly on the other side of the door. And he knew Severus would go up the stone stairs to the kitchen to make coffee at half-past-two. And he knew Severus would return with a steaming cup wrapped in his fingers, to his original position for the rest of the night. And he knew Severus would stay there the whole time, ready to take him up to his bedroom in the morning. And he knew Severus would leave him there in his bed, exhausted. And he knew Severus would be back next month with the potion and the strange kisses. And he knew he'd want Severus again. He always did. ~Fin~ |
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