WARNING: This is a slash story, which means it contains male/male erotic content involving consenting adults. If you're not of legal age or are offended by such material, please go find something else to read.

Title: Careless
By: Adrienne
Email: ar895@ncf.ca
Rated: NC17
Category: Drama/Angst
Summary: Sequel to JayKay's marvellous "In A Delicate Way"
Notes: I do intend on continuing with this story line.

Snape

"Congratulations, Professor. You're pregnant." The words echoed over and over in his mind.

Once over the peal of irrepressible mirth, Poppy really had been very helpful. She explained, in great detail and without more than a few thousand condescending smirks about his ignorance of the female reproductive system, exactly what he could expect. And she refrained - mostly - from making comments on how he got into this condition in the first place. She didn't even ask who the father was.

He would be boiled in one of his own potions before he'd explain to her or anyone else just what had happened after Draco's misfired spell. There were some seriously kinky people here at Hogwarts. And, after that night, he'd have to include himself in that category.

He undid the many buttons of his crisp white shirt and looked down at his chest. He had breasts now. They were small, but there was a slight curve to them and the nipples were larger than the tight buds that had been mostly hidden by curly black hair. Most of the hair was gone, thanks to the spell, leaving the slight swells on his chest bare and smooth. And the larger nipples were so sensitive, so...

He touched them with his fingertips, recalling how it felt to have a warm mouth suckling him - less intense than as a man, but much more pleasurable. Poppy had told him that they would get bigger as the female hormones took over and started to produce milk.

In fact, she had told him that, by the end of the pregnancy, his body would be almost entirely female, to make sure that the baby had the best possible chance of being born healthy.

That is, if he decided to continue with the pregnancy. He opened the shirt a little more and ran his hands along his still flat abdomen. Somewhere inside, in the magically created womb, there was an impossibly tiny fertilized egg, even now growing into a child. His child.

He had never thought he'd ever father a child, considering his decided preference for men in his bed. Well, he wasn't exactly fathering a child now, either.

Poppy had told him that it was impossible for him to have impregnated himself. Magically created hermaphrodites - and there were a few - could not do so. The male part of the reproductive system was sterile while the female part was ovulating. And, obviously, the spell had changed him just as the female cycle was at its most fertile.

He had a fairly good idea why it had happened that way; most of the girls in Slytherin had their cycles within a few days of each other. Women living in close proximity with each other, and not using some form of regulating potion, found that their cycles coincided. And, as head of Slytherin, he lived and worked closely enough with the girls to know with fair accuracy where they were in their cycle. The cumulative PMS in his house was enough to drive him barmy at times.

He really should not have, to use Poppy's semi-tactful phrase, experimented. But he had, and now he was pregnant. He felt a little silly, actually. After years of trying to pound into the heads of his students that, yes, you can get pregnant the first time and, yes, contraceptives are important, he had totally forgotten his own excellent advice. He was living proof that you could find yourself in a delicate way if you weren't careful. Of all the words that could be used to describe that night, careful was most assuredly not one of them.

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Black

Harry had been appalled by the mishap in potions class this morning, but he had thought it rather funny. Poor old Snape, stuck with tits and a cunt for a few days. Appropriate, since he could be such a cunt sometimes anyway. Maybe he'd go see Snape and tease him a little bit about it.

He didn't let his amusement show until Harry was safely out of range. Harry would never understand the weird relationship he had with Snape. They hated each other, true, but that hadn't stopped either of them from getting it on. Snape had an amazingly agile tongue and a decided talent for wrapping it, serpentlike, around a hard cock. He was perfectly willing to lend his for the occasion.

He never cared what gender his lovers were; after Azkaban, any sexual contact was more than welcome. With Snape, their hatred for each other made for short, not even remotely sweet, encounters that left him satiated for days. There was something very satisfying about fucking or being fucked by someone who was fighting every step of the way. Loathe the man or not, Snape had a great body and knew what to do with it. And there were no messy emotional scenes afterward.

So, yes, he would go and visit Snape and see if he could get a rise out of him. So to speak.

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"Come to gloat?" Snape sneered as soon as he walked into the potion master's office.

"Yes, actually." He looked carefully at Snape. He looked the same as always. Whatever body changes the spell produced, they were well hidden by the layers of clothes. "Not quite yourself, Severus? Feeling any urge to redecorate? The place could use it."

"Get the jokes out of your system, Black, and go away. I'm busy."

"Doing what?" He perched on the edge of Snape's desk, nearly sitting on the long fingered hand that was resting on a small stack of parchments.

"Work. Something that you wouldn't know anything about."

"All work and no play makes Sevvie a dull boy. Or girl, in this case." He grinned.

"Go fuck yourself, Black."

"I'm not equipped for it, darling. Not like you. Tell me, have you done that yet?"

"And what business is that of yours?"

"None at all, I admit. Although the thought of you in a miniskirt does give a mental image to be reckoned with."

"At least I have the legs for it."

"Aren't you even the least bit curious?"

"About what?"

"Oh, about what it feels like to do it as a woman."

"I've never desired to be a woman, Black."

"Still... Haven't you thought about it, since the spell? What it would feel like to have someone touch that sweet little pussy of yours? To have a hard cock inside? I know you like being penetrated, Severus, but imagine a long, slow slide into your wet pussy, face to face with a man on top of you..."

Sliding off the desk, he walked around to lean over Snape, making sure that Snape could see the bulge in his faded jeans.

"Multiple orgasms, Severus," he whispered, his fingers going to the buttons of the high collar. "That's what women get. And I'm going to be the one to give them to you..."

"What the hell are you doing, Black?" Snape bit out, with a little less teeth than usual. And, he noticed, was doing nothing about him unbuttoning the clothes.

"Seducing you. You can find out why so many women want to be with me," he replied, pausing to nip at an ear. He knew as soon as he heard from Harry what had happened that he wanted to do this; he wanted to take Snape as a woman, to be unequivocally the dominant one in the encounter, something he hadn't yet been able to do, even when Snape was the passive partner. He managed to get the buttons undone to the point of sliding his hand inside, right next to the skin. His fingers found the slight swell of breasts and the larger, softer nipples. Snape gasped.

"Sensitive, are they?" he purred. "I want to suck on them, Severus. Don't you want my mouth on those lovely nipples? And then have me trail my lips lower so I can taste that pretty cunt of yours? I'll bet it's nice and wet, all juicy and delicious, just waiting to be touched..."

Yes, Snape did want that, based on the speed with which he pushed back his chair, nearly tearing off the hand that was still shoved down his shirt.

With a smirk of triumph, he followed Snape to his private quarters.

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"No. I want to undress you myself." Black knocked away Snape's hands from the buttons and rapidly began to undo them. Despite the layers of clothes, it didn't take long before the newly formed breasts were revealed to his gaze. They were quite, quite lovely, if a little small. The chest hair was mostly gone, leaving an expanse of smooth pale flesh surrounding pink nipples.

He lowered his head and kissed one, then drew it into his mouth, sucking gently. The hiss from Snape let him know that he liked the sensation; the extra sensitivity was a definite plus. Without lifting his mouth from the delicious nub in his mouth, now hardening nicely, he used his hands to undo Snape's trousers.

Yes, Snape still had his masculine equipment. He was well endowed, and that magnificent cock was as hard as his own. He ran his fingers along the length, revelling in the moaning coming from Snape's throat. Carefully running his fingers along the length, down the shaft, he found the delicate folds just behind.

Oh, yes. He was wet, beautifully so, and the softness was an odd contrast to the firm erection. His fingers dipped into that softness, eliciting more sounds from the man/woman in front of him.

He wanted to rip off his own jeans, and dive into that softness, but he had promised a little oral action, hadn't he? Besides, he was frantically curious about the actual physical changes and it wasn't likely he'd ever meet up with another hermaphrodite in the near future.

Pushing Snape towards the bed, he hastily stripped off his own clothes.

Taking a moment to look, he was stuck at just how odd the changes of the spell looked. Snape was tall and thin, but about as feminine as Hagrid. The soft breasts, the lack of chest hair and the long, hard cock looked bizarre, yet somehow it worked. He itched to get between those long legs, and explore what might be there for his delection.

Snape, in contrast to his usual aggression, simply waited for him to make the first move. With a lascivious leer, he did so.

Kneeling on the bed, he pushed Snape's knees apart and explored, hands going to that most interesting set of folds. His fingers investigated, sliding easily all around, searching for the clitoris. He was beginning to think that the search was a lost cause when he encountered a small - very small - nub just about where the now missing scrotum would have joined the body. Snape writhed beneath his fingers and he smiled to himself.

With another smirk, he leaned forward and sought out what his fingers had encountered with his tongue.

It was very awkward. For one, it was a little crowded down there, what with Snape's cock in the way. For another, Snape's hips were a lot narrower than those of a woman. Not much room to manoeuvre, but he didn't need to worry overmuch about that. Based on the juices now soaking his face, Snape was more than ready for the main event.

Hiking himself up, he wiped off his face with one hand and positioned himself. With a twist of his hips, he pushed into that wet heat.

Tight. By God, Snape was tight. He slipped in easily, about halfway, sliding smoothly on the natural lubrication. Then he encountered some resistance.

A virgin. The spell had not only given Snape a pussy, but a virgin pussy at that. A shot of triumph went through him and he pushed harder, pushing past the barrier and burying himself deep inside. The wince on Snape's face was nearly audible, but Snape didn't actually make a sound. He nearly howled at the thought of taking Snape's virginity.

He leaned his full weight on the body beneath him taking a moment to accustom himself to the sensation. Warm, wet, womanflesh surrounding his cock; hard, hot cock pressing into his belly; soft breasts against his chest; hard, angular jaw beneath his lips. It was easily the most bizarre - and erotic - feeling he'd ever had.

He had to move. He knew Snape liked it hard and fast, and that was exactly what he was going to get. He lifted his hips and started to thrust, each stroke bringing him closer to the pinnacle. It took a few moments, but Snape started to thrust back, angling his hips and spreading his legs even wider.

Yes, Severus, that's right. Open up for me, my pretty bitch. Give me everything you've got.

With a strangled cry, he felt the orgasm hit like a tidal wave and thrust in as deeply as he could, coming long and hard.

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After a moment or two, he eased himself off, letting his now softened cock slip out. There was a small amount of wetness on his belly; Snape must have come as well. He ventured a glance at Snape's face. They never kissed or really looked at each other during their encounters, but he wanted to see the surrender in that arrogant bastard's face.

Snape had his eyes closed, and his expression was closed as well. Then he saw the glisten of tears on the long black lashes; something he'd never seen before.

He felt his heart sink into the boots he wasn't wearing. Something in that expressionless face, something about the glisten of tears on those lashes, pricked his conscience. And the enormity of what he had done hit him like a brick.

He had used Snape. Usually, this would not have bothered him; they used each other, that was the unspoken agreement. But this time, he had deliberately set out to seduce and, even realising that he was a virgin, he had not even tried to be gentle.

A wellspring of empathy started to come through. What must it be like to sudden find oneself with a different body, with different needs and desires, only to have some pushy son of a bitch take advantage?

Snape did not move as he got up and rapidly gathered his clothes. He could see faint traces of blood as well as his own seed seeping into the coverlet.

"Snape, I...," he began.

"Go." The soft, cold voice was seemingly unconnected to the ravished body lying there.

"Severus..."

"Get out, Black. You got what you came for. Just leave and lock the door behind you."

He obeyed.

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By the time he reached the suite of guest rooms he was sharing with Remus, he had nearly convinced himself that he had done nothing wrong. If Snape really had really objected, he could have said no. Hell, Snape could probably hex him into next week without any real effort and he had never shown any reluctance to do so in the past. Although Dumbledore would probably object if Snape had done anything permanently damaging, Snape could have stopped him at any time. So it wasn't as if the encounter wasn't consensual, right?

He almost believed it. He would have believed it if those damned tears, clinging to those lashes, would stop haunting him.

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Lupin

Sirius was at it again. Sirius thought he didn't know about some of his extracurricular activities, but he was perfectly aware that Sirius would shag anything that moved, male, female or other. And, based upon the self satisfied smug look, he had just been off somewhere with someone.

Well, he did have twelve years of hell to make up for and Sirius was no rapist. He picked his partners carefully, making sure that there was no emotional attachment whatsoever to the ones he picked up. That was probably the reason Sirius never made any attempt to sleep with him. They were still sorting out their friendship and neither one of them wanted to do anything to damage that.

Although the rapport was still there, still strong, he knew that they really didn't know each other all that well anymore. They had both changed and been changed by the intervening years.

Staying here at Hogwarts at Headmaster Dumbledore's request was the perfect opportunity to rekindle the friendship and both of them were taking full advantage of it.

Although he was pretty sure no one else knew about it, he was well aware that Sirius was having an affair with Severus Snape. He even understood the dynamics of that highly unlikely pairing; Sirius needed to reestablish control of his life. Severus was just as strong willed, hot tempered and stubborn; he would not bow easily to anyone. Severus, underneath that cold and forbidding exterior, exuded a powerful sexual aura and Sirius could never resist a challenge.

Although he understood the dynamic, he didn't approve of the affair. Sirius was still inclined to push too far, and Severus was dangerous. Self control had always been Severus' great strength, but if he was goaded into losing it, there were no limits to what he was willing and capable of doing. It was a worrisome situation, just ready to explode. Then again, if the explosions were kept confined to the bedroom, and against each other, perhaps everything would work out. Certainly they got along better now than that ever had.

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Oh, Sirius, you sick bastard. After this afternoon, you went after him, didn't you? The look of triumph Sirius shot to Severus, and the way Severus looked away, was all the proof he needed.

Hogwarts had a very efficient gossip mill and everyone knew exactly what had happened that afternoon in potions class. Draco Malfoy had cast a hermaphrodite spell at Harry Potter and Severus had been hit by it. Harry was looking downcast, as if ashamed of whatever he had done to precipitate this, and Draco was paler than usual and merely picked at his dinner.

The spell only lasted for a couple of days at most, but it was uncomfortable while it lasted. And he knew from personal experience that uncontrolled physical transformations were exceedingly painful. Severus was in for a weird few days. At least his forbidding manner would keep the sniggers and gossip down to a minimum.

How like Sirius to leap in where angels fear to tread.

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After dinner, he decided to go see how Severus was feeling. He was not going down to the dungeons to see if his suspicions were correct. No, that was none of his business, not at all. He was just being his usual sociable self. Really.

Severus was in his office, talking to one of the Slytherin girls. He stayed outside, trying not to eavesdrop. He listened as the girl poured out her troubles. She was being harassed by a Ravenclaw boy and Severus advised her to sharpen her verbal claws on the boy, but under no circumstances to do anything magical or physical.

"Ask Millicent to walk with you to class for a few days as well. She'll keep the boys from ganging up on you."

"Could she make him stop?"

"You need to be able to handle situations like this for yourself. If it goes any further than a few hurtful words, tell me and I'll deal with it," Severus replied. "Teenage boys don't deal well with being laughed at, Ellen. Think of him as a boggart and remember what Professor Lupin taught you to do."

The girl left, satisfied, and he slipped in before Severus could close the door.

"Hit them where it hurts?"

"People say that words are more painful than blows, which I shall shortly prove wrong as I stick this poker in your head," Severus replied lightly, getting up to stir the fire. "What do you want, Lupin?"

"I heard about the little accident in potions class."

"Accident, my arse." Severus snorted. "Malfoy won't be casting spells in my classroom in a hurry."

"Are you all right? Those type of transformations are painful."

"As you would know, Lupin. Yes, it did hurt, but I'm fine now. What did you come down here for? To gloat?"

"Stop being so suspicious, Severus." He smiled. "If that's possible, that is. I was going to ask if you wanted to share a drink and a game of chess."

"Why?" It seemed Severus could not stop being suspicious.

"Several reasons. One, you generally have whiskey to rival Minerva's best and you're more generous with it than she is. Two, I can commiserate with the feeling of having one's insides rearranged. Three, Sybill is following me around again and I want somewhere to hide where she won't find me. Four and last, you're the only one here at Hogwarts who can play chess worth a damn other than Ron Weasley."

"So find Weasley."

"He's attached to Hermione Granger. Mostly at the lip."

"I see your dilemma." One corner of Severus mouth quirked up. "Very well."

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The whiskey was smooth and smoky, and the chess game very enjoyable. Severus was winning, of course, but he wasn't going to find it easy. Severus castled, then winced.

"You okay?"

"Yes."

"You look uncomfortable."

"I admit, I have to wonder how girls stand it."

"Let me guess. A little sensitive?"

"Yes, a little," Severus admitted.

"Then go change while I try to figure out how to get out of this." He gestured to the chess board. Severus nodded.

He had just figured out a strategy that might work when Severus reappeared. Without the layers and layers of finely tailored clothes, he looked very different.

Rather than the high collared suits he favoured, he had put on a loose sweatshirt and a pair of black drawstring trousers. His feet were bare. He was struck at how good Severus looked in casual clothes. The firelight shone off his blue black hair, now clean and free from the greasy look it normally had. And the long, lean body was as firm as it had been when they graduated.

He watched as Severus sat back down. The casual clothes seemed to have taken some starch out of his posture as well, since he slumped a little in the chair, stretching out his legs halfway to the fire. He had surprisingly cute toes.

"Tired?"

"What was your first indication?" The snide comment was smooth, automatic.

"You've had a long day."

"Today lasts twenty four hours, Lupin. Yesterday lasted twenty four hours and tomorrow will more than likely last twenty four hours as well. It's how we define days."

"More then likely?"

"Haven't you read David Hume?"

"Who?"

"Muggle philosopher. When I was reading for my Master's exam, my mentor made me read him. Hume was the ultimate sceptic. Just because the sun has come up every morning in my experience, I cannot be absolutely sure that it will come up tomorrow."

He thought about that for a moment. It made a certain amount of sense. How could we be sure of anything?

"It's bollocks, of course. An intellectual exercise. However, it did teach me to beware of subjective experience as truth."

Why did he get the feeling that there was more to this conversation than a simple lecture on scientific principles?

"So whatever comments you wish to make masquerading as sympathy for my current condition, you may as well save your breath. You do not understand what happened to me this afternoon any more than I understand what you go through every full moon and I do not wish to talk about it."

Well, that was blunt enough.

"Would you be willing to talk about exactly what changed, then?" he asked. "After all, I've never had a chance to talk to anyone who has experienced that spell."

"Why should I assuage your curiosity?"

"Because you asked me about my condition and wouldn't let it go until I told you. Quid pro quo, Severus."

"I brew a potion for you every month, Lupin. I needed to know. You have no need to know."

"Knowledge is never a waste of time or energy, Severus. You're a teacher. I want to learn."

"I can count on the fingers of one hand with several fingers left over the number of times I've heard that," Severus mused. "Very well. Ask away."

"I assume that you now have primary and secondary female sexual characteristics, right?"

"Breasts, vagina, the whole works," Severus agreed, taking a sip of whiskey.

"And you still have male ones as well."

"Yes. The testicles have withdrawn inside, but Poppy assures me that they will descend when the spell wears off."

"Do you stand up or sit down to, um...?" he asked, a little pink, but amused by the scientific tone Severus was using.

"I can still use the urinals, Lupin. The urethra hasn't moved."

"Do you find men turn your head?"

"They always have before. Why would that change?"

"I just wondered if you're gay as a woman as well."

"Sexual orientation isn't going to change simply by rearranging the naughty bits, Lupin."

"Has your level of, um, interest?"

He didn't think it was just the blazing fire that brought a slight flush to those sallow cheeks.

"Why in God's name would you want to know that?"

"Scientific curiosity." Yeah, scientific curiosity, my arse. More like prurient curiosity. "I mean, there aren't just physical changes, are there? Surely those extra hormones are having an effect."

"Some." Severus looked into the fire. The movement caused the neckline of the sweatshirt to shift; there was a suspicious mark on the side of his neck. Oh, Sirius... He wasn't sure where that surge of anger towards his friend came from. It wasn't like Severus wasn't a grown man, and a powerful wizard to boot. So why was he feeling so protective?

"That must be an interesting sensation."

"Interesting isn't the first word that comes to mind, Lupin." Severus got up restlessly. "It's uncomfortable and I'm not sure what to do about it."

It must be, to have Severus admit something like that to him. Then again, it really must be uncomfortable to have two sets of hormones running through your system.

"Well, you could always indulge yourself," he said, with a smile. As, I suspect, you already have. With Sirius. "It isn't as if an opportunity like this comes along every day."

"If I had my way, it wouldn't have come along at all."

"Still, waste not, want not." He could not keep the mischievous note out of his voice.

"Are you offering, Lupin?" Severus quirked an eyebrow at him, challenging him to keep flirting.

Was he? Although he would have preferred to coax Severus into bed without the extra bits, it wasn't as if he had a lot of opportunities to do so. Severus attracted him and had attracted him for years, but had firmly and often brutally crushed his feeble attempts at offering. He got up to stand behind Severus, just a little too close.

"Depends. Would you accept?" Ball's in your court, Severus. You now have a perfect opening to say something to totally shred any self esteem I've ever acquired.

Severus said nothing, did nothing. Nice, subtle lob back to him. With a certain amount of hesitation, he wrapped his arms around that lean waist, under the shirt, and slid his hands up.

"Would you accept?" he murmured softly.

"Are your hands still attached to your wrists?" Severus kept his voice low and it was as smooth and smoky as the fine whiskey they had been drinking.

Taking that as being as close to consent as he was likely to get, he slid his hands further up, to the soft breasts. Severus gasped softly, and shifted into the touch.

"They really are sensitive, aren't they?"

"You have no idea."

"Does it hurt to touch them?" he asked, gently caressing the nipples.

"No. It feels... Oh, yes. Like that."

He continued to run his fingertips along the nipples, feeling then harden under his hands. He could also feel himself harden, more from the soft sounds from the man in front of him than from touching those breasts.

He drew Severus back to lean on him, pressing a soft kiss on the clad shoulder. His hands kneaded the breasts gently, fingers pulling on the nipples. Severus moaned and let his head fall back. Licking that expanse of neck, he pressed his erection into that firm arse, revelling in the heat of Severus' body.

After a few minutes of groping and nuzzling, he moved to take Severus in his arms. Being a few inches shorter, he had to draw the other man down a little to kiss him.

Kissing Severus was every bit as good as those long ago wet dreams. Thin though his lips might be, they were mobile and surprisingly soft. And those long fingered hands were busy undoing the fastenings of his robe.

Despite the breasts, Severus still felt very masculine. He wrapped his arms around that lean, firm torso, wondering a little how Severus had managed to stay in such good shape. Through the thin cloth of the trousers, he could feel the heavy cock, slowly coming to life.

The agile tongue invading his mouth wasn't hesitant, and Severus seemed to know exactly how to arouse just from kissing. Where had he learned to kiss like that? From Sirius?

The thought of someone else kissing Severus like that displeased him somehow, and he redoubled his efforts to mimic the way Severus was arousing him; his tongue tangled with the invading counterpart and he sucked strongly before invading Severus' mouth.

The kisses went on and on, each of them battling for supremacy, each kiss growing hotter and wetter. He whimpered, needing to breathe, but not wanting to part, even for a second, from that delicious mouth. Severus tasted of whiskey and arousal, and he wanted more.

Finally, they parted long enough to gasp for breath. He reoxygenated while Severus explored the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Bare neck and shoulder; somehow Severus had managed to send his robe to the floor and had his shirt entirely undone and pulled out of the waistband of his trousers.

His own hands were busy enough, burrowing under the loose sweatshirt. He dropped his hands to the drawstring of the trousers and was highly gratified to find them drop to the floor, exposing bare flesh.

"Severus...," he murmured. "We should..." He could not finish the sentence, or even recall what he was going to suggest, since Severus had undone the fastening of his trousers and had slipped one hand inside. A firm grasp of his erection and he moaned, all coherent thought vanishing.

"To bed, my sweet," Severus replied, pushing the trousers and pants down at the same time. Clumsily, he let go and pulled off his clothes, taking shoes and sock off with the rumpled garments halfway down his legs.

Severus took the opportunity to shed the sweatshirt and, now both naked, they made their way to the large fourposter.

Once in bed and lying down, the light from the fire illuminating them, he looked at the long, lean body before him. Except for the odd swelling at the chest, it was the image that had haunted his adolescent dreams.

He often wondered if Severus was aware of the beauty of his body. It was a harsh, masculine beauty, one of planes and angles and sheer power. He had to be aware; the repellant, prickly personality and the starched, impeccably tailored clothes were very effective camouflage for the innate sensuality of that body.

He ran his hands down that body. As if sensing his desire to look and touch, Severus simply ran his hands lightly over his skin, allowing him to touch wherever he wanted.

And he wanted to touch. And taste. Skimming his hands down Severus' torso, he bent to kiss and lick as well. The slight hollow under collarbone was delicious. Raining quick pecks along the bone itself, he bent lower, capturing one of those feminine nipples in his mouth.

Although the skin around the nipple was disconcertingly soft, the nipple itself was hard, the tips long and alluring. As he gently sucked, he glanced to the other. It was equally stiff, as if in sympathy.

Severus tangled his fingers in his hair, pressing him harder to the nipple, and his legs moved restlessly, as if wanting something more. He sucked harder, gently closing his teeth around the hard tip. That produced a most heartfelt groan.

By the time he lifted his head to lavish equal attention to the other nipple, Severus was panting, each breath interspersed with moans of pleasure. He was, as his roaming hands discovered, hard as a rock.

Severus wasn't the only one in that state. He was violently aroused. He wanted to pound Severus into the mattress, to take him hard. He felt the Wolf rising within, the bloodlust he felt at the height of the full moon transmuting to sheer, human lust.

Rising a little to straddle the writhing body beneath him, he captured Severus' mouth in a searing kiss, all greedy dominance and need. His legs were between Severus widely splayed thighs, his hand pumped the hard cock in long strokes.

Severus grabbed that hand and pushed lower, to the part that was new.

"Touch me there. Please, Remus. Touch me..."

Severus' hand guided him to the exact spot that ached to be touched. The folds were soaked, and his fingers slid easily along the bundle of nerves, causing near convulsions in his lover.

The look of near pain on Severus' face disturbed him a little.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, stilling his hand.

"No... No." Severus shook his head, still writhing. "I want you inside. Now..."

It was remarkably easy; his cock slid smoothly into the wetness and Severus convulsed again, with a sharp cry. He could feel a pulsing around his cock; the orgasm was unmistakable for anything else.

The lust faded to something less primal and more human; more than reaching his own pinnacle, he wanted to hear those cries again and see the joy that lit up Severus' normally solemn expression. Instead he slowly undulated his hips, easing out a little, then in to the hilt. It was exquisite to see the sheer pleasure on Severus' face. All the severe lines were softened in the firelight, and the delighted surprise in those black eyes gave him a warm glow of satisfaction. He could stay there forever, watching.

Leaning so his weight rested directly on his lover, knowing that the position provided stimulation to the still hard cock trapped between their bellies. He kissed Severus again, this time sweetly, softly.

They exchanged long, leisurely kisses as he slowly and thoroughly took his lover. He lifted his head a little, to watch in delight as a second orgasm took Severus. The climax seemed to go on and on, and when it ended, another took its place. He pushed in as far as physically possible, keeping still as Severus tightened around him.

The need to move, to come, hit him and he trembled, trying to give as much time as he could to Severus. He gave in; the urge was too strong to ignore any longer.

With swift, hard strokes, he pounded into the body beneath, the Wolf reemerging. With a cry to rival anything Severus had given, he came, buried deep. A few seconds later, Severus also gave out a wild cry and he felt hot wetness between them.

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It took a few minutes for him to remember that Severus might like to breathe and he eased out, sliding off. Propping himself on one elbow to face Severus, he pushed sweaty strand of hair out of his face.

Severus turned onto his side as well, pulling a pillow off the head of the bed and curling his arm under it.

"That was..." There was no words to describe it.

"Yes." Severus had his eyes closed and his expression was rapidly closing off. His cheeks were flushed, though, and the lines around his mouth were less deeply etched.

"May I ask you something?"

"If I said no, would you refrain from asking?"

"No."

"Then why did you ask if I minded?"

He ignored the snarky tone; Severus was probably trying to rebuild his forbidding exterior. That wouldn't be easy, what with sharing mindblowing orgasms with him. Still, he had to applaud the effort.

"You didn't produce that much ejaculate," he observed. There was very little semen on their bodies. "Is that normal for you or an effect of the spell?"

"An effect of the spell. Since the testes have withdrawn, they don't produce much." Strangely, he sounded almost comfortable with the question.

He would have liked to ask a few more questions, but he knew it would shut the door on something he wanted. He wanted to curl up, naked and sweaty as he was, and sleep with Severus next to him. However, he knew better than to ask. He snuggled closer and closed his eyes, hoping that Severus was tired enough not to protest.

As it turned out, he was.

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When he woke next, it was morning and he was alone in the bed. His clothes were neatly piled on the chair and a cup of tea was steaming on the bedside table.

He sat up and picked up the cup. It was exactly to his taste and he silently toasted Severus for the gesture.

Getting up, he found that Severus had done a cleaning spell; there was no evidence of last night's activities. He must have really been out of it, not to notice when a spell was cleaning his own body.

There was no note anywhere, but he hadn't expected one. Checking the time as he dressed, he realised that Severus would be in class right now and he could easily get back to his own room without anyone commenting.

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"Where were you last night?" Sirius was reading the Daily Prophet as he walked in.

Fucking your lover. "I spent the night with a friend."

"Good for you." Sirius brushed toast crumbs from the lead article. "Was he any good?"

"Fabulous, thank you."

"Do I know him?"

Intimately. "You've met."

"Who is he?"

"I'd rather not say just yet."

"A one night stand, then?"

"I'm... not sure." God, I hope not.