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: For Life
Author: Shaina
Email: ShainaE@attbi.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Severus and Lupin don't belong to me. They belong to JK Rowling.
Note: Wrote at 2:00 in the morning. Just kind of wrote what came into my head.
Thanks to my beta readers, Caytin and Alexa.
Summary: Remus has a inner dialogue while in bed with our favorite Potions master. Comes almost right after 'Disciplined Hearts'.

Werewolves do not mate for life.

Yes, despite what every book on the subject says, we do not mate for life. I have to remember that, as I look at the dark haired man asleep next to me. Werewolves do not mate for life.

I should know. it's not like Seve-Snape is the first person I've gone to bed with. Siri had that honor. if he wasn't too drunk at the time to remember it.

My bedmate makes a noise in his sleep, turning more towards me. Gods, the years just melt away when he's asleep. The scowl is softened; the worry lines gone. he looks. his age. Almost handsome. no that's the wrong word for him. Sirius was handsome; Jamie was handsome, but Snape. was--is beautiful.

It's the endorphins talking, I tell myself; the lack of sleep. Come morning, I'll wonder what made me even come near the greasy git.

No. that's wrong, I'll know why. I'll remember why I took our delicately forming friendship and ripped it to shreds by kissing him. It took me so long to forgive him for revealing me as a werewolf. and for a hundred little things I should have never held against him. It had taken him so long to ask for forgiveness. For us to actually talk.

I can't help but run a finger down Severus's face as he sleeps. I never would have believed it was so soft. or so addictive.

He said I could kiss him. I remember now, as I touch those wonderful lips.

I shouldn't have asked. I shouldn't be touching him as he sleeps. He'll hurt me. I'll hurt him. We're too different, we won't work. We can't work..

Not that it matters. He'll wake up soon and, with a snide remark, send me from his room. It's easier not to think wouldn't have worked between us.

He smells wonderful. Mint and lemon. and. it's just his scent.

I want to kiss him again. kiss him until he wakes. Kiss him until those dark pools open, clouded with passion. Kiss every part of him until he makes those delightful cries again. I wonder if he remembers he begged me.

"Take a picture it will last longer." Only Severus could look scornful and sleepy at the same time.

Or so damn kissable. Fuckable. He is so fuckable. Made for me, it was such a perfect fit. Sliding into him was like coming home, as cliché as it sounds. I want to make him scream my name again.

"Remus?" A hand touches my face, hesitantly.

Oh yeah, I forget I was still staring at him. My hands are already running over his body. I've forgotten he's supposed to send me away. Well. he can do that next time.

"I want to kiss you, Severus." I surprise myself at the growl in my voice.

Fingers have found his nipples now. Last time I made him gasp just by stroking them ever so slightly.

Oh there's that sweet gasp, that dark head thrown back to reveal that perfect neck. Merlin, I need to taste the skin of that neck. I want to mark that throat.

"And this time I won't ask." The kiss is hot, wet, and desperate. Like it's the last kiss we'll ever share. I don't care anymore.

I just want more. More of everything. Whether he can take it or not.

Severus pulls away from my mouth, smirking. "And if I resist?"

Good god.the man can still talk? I must be losing my touch. "Hafta punish you then."

A shiver runs through him, whether it from the suggestion of punishment.. or from my left hand stroking his inner thigh; I don't care. I don't fucking care.

Because he's touching me now. Those hands. those long beautiful. perfect hands.

"Promises, promises." Severus's rough voice sounds even better when he's trying to not cry out.

Should take this slow, make it last this time. I know. Might be the last. But I can't. I can't, not when he's touching me.

I wanted his touch for so long. Even when I hated him. But not. I never hated him, just wanted to.

Kissing him everywhere now, but not where he's begging me to touch him. Beg me Severus, that's it, beg me. So I know you really want it, want me.

His hands are gripping the sheets, so tightly, as I lower my head. it's such a sight. Makes me want to take him now, make him mine. No one can have him. Mine.

"Remus. Remus..."

My name, he's calling my name, no one else's. It's my mouth giving him such pleasure. Want to teach him that only I can give this to him. No one else can. Not like this.

Can't torment him long, his voice... his voice calls to me. I need him. He needs me. I should have done this three years ago. Should have done this the first chance I had him alone. Shouldn't have wasted all those days I could have had him as mine. Mine.

I leave him long enough to grab the lubricant. The tube makes me jealous. someone else left it here. Someone else had him before me. Who'd dared? He's mine. no one else can see him like this... have him like this.

One finger.

Two fingers.

Three fingers.

Merlin, he's so beautiful. So responsive. So perfect.

Eyes glazed with passion, the only words coming from those sweet lips is my name. I want to make him scream my name.

"Ready?" I don't want to hurt him. I want to hear that he needs this as much as I do.

He does a wonderful imitation of my growl.

Oh my, that is sexy. "Stop asking me that, and do it!"

Had I been repeating myself? Lost in those eyes..

I take him slowly, want him to feel it. Holding his eyes as I take him; I want him to remember who gave him this pleasure.

So tight, so hot. he's perfect, made to order. Head thrown back, mouth open... such sweet moans.

Legs around my waist. Mouth on mine. Moans.

"Faster." Not begging yet.

Hand curling around him. Stroking him in rhythm.

"Remie. please." His voice is breaking. God that's a wonderful sound.

I give it to him. Hard, fast. Hitting that wonderful spot inside with every stroke.

He won't last. I can't last. So tight. So hot.

"Mine... mine... so perfect. all mine."

Love you. love you..

Faster.

Love you. love you

"Y-yours."

Harder.

He screams my name, clenching around me.

"MINE!"

I follow him into oblivion. Collapsing on top of him, his arms wrapping about me. It's Nirvana.

Werewolves do not mate for life.

But god, help me, I just think I did.