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: Famous Last Words
Author: Arionrhod
E-Mail: sorceress@ aol.com
Livejournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/arionrhod/
Rating: R
Category: Romance
Summary: Revenge is a dish that is sometimes best served hot.
Very hot.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit sought or made.
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Over my dead body!
The words, spoken in a furious, drunken tone, echoed in Severus' ears. When they had been spoken aloud nearly a year ago, they had sparked an answering anger within him; now, as only a memory, they merely caused him to smirk in satisfaction.
You'll have Remus over my dead body, Snape!
The Potions Master's long, pale hands travelled down the skin of his lover's back, exploring each delicate lump of vertebrae, soaking up the sensation of satin-smooth warmth. It was a journey he never tired of making, a discovery that never ended. The body below him arched into his touch, and a low moan told him in no uncertain terms that his efforts were appreciated.
I'll never let you have him, you greasy bastard. I stopped it once, twenty years ago, and I can do it again.
His talented hands moved lower, over the muscular mounds above taut thighs, caressing lovingly. He reached for a vial by the bed, adding warm, slick wetness to the slide of skin over skin, drinking in the murmurs of approval from the deep voice of the man whose knees he knelt between.
Go up against me and you'll lose. Remus will never look at you while I'm around. I'll take him to bed myself before I'll let you do it!
Talented fingers explored, and the willing body he touched opened to him, invited him in by thrusting backwards, and the voice turned rough and started to beg, beg for his invasion.
You think Remus could ever want you? You're mad, Snape. Go crawl back to your dungeons or your Death Eater friends.
"Now, Severus, please, oh, please... need you, Severus, want you, love you..."
So easy to fill that request, to slide forward and into his lover's tight, warm body. So easy to give them both what they needed, to drive them both up the dizzying heights, to the completion that they had been denied for so long.
I won't let you... over my dead body.
There was no dead body to be had, for Sirius Black hadn't left one. But as Severus felt his lover clench around him, as his own orgasm claimed him and he cried out in ecstasy, it somehow didn't matter. Rolling over, pulling the werewolf into his arms and pressing hot, needy kisses to Remus' mouth, Severus chuckled.
"Wha' s'funny?" the sandy-haired wizard asked drowsily, snuggling contentedly against Severus' chest, their arms and legs entwined in a sweaty, sated, familiar tangle.
"Nothing, love. Just happy. Go to sleep," he murmured, running one hand soothingly down the werewolf's arm.
He felt Remus' breathing become deep and even, and he smiled in the darkness, dropping a soft kiss on his lover's forehead. Closing his eyes for a moment, he visualized the picture he had placed under the bed months ago, imagining the scream of rage and horror that contorted the two-dimensional face of the dark-haired wizard in the frame. Childish of him, perhaps, but it took one to know one, after all.
Over my dead body...
Close enough, Severus thought with satisfaction, and drifted off to sleep.