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: The Morning Post
AUTHOR: Onyxmoon
EMAIL: jinjurmoon@hotmail.com
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: A morning in the life of young Remus Lupin & Severus
Snape.
DISCLAIMER: All hail J.K. Rowling, for which said characters are (c)
to.
NOTES: Part of the Snape Fuh-Q Fest. Love letters by owl post.
Someone is using the school owls to send Severus love letters. He
writes back. Beta-ed by Nica!
The Saturday morning post poured into the Great Hall as the class of 1977 and the later years came sat down to breakfast. A small tawny owl perched itself beside Severus Snape as he and the rest of Slytherin sat down to at their table. Instantly recognizing Flip, Remus's owl, Severus took the parchment from the bird and carefully unfolded it.
"Dear Severus,
Good morning. I had a dream last night. I needed to use a silencing charm afterward. The details would be too great for this first notice.
Love,
Remus"
Severus whipped around in his seat, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of the Gryffindor table. As usual, there sat Pettigrew, Potter, Black and Lupin. Remus caught his eye and waved, an impish smile playing on his lips. Severus's scowl melted away and Remus took the opportunity to making a writing motion with his hand. Severus looked at the parchment in his hand, finally noticing the brief script took up only and eighth of the paper. He nodded, a smirk forming on his lips, and turned back to his fellow Slytherins.
Across the Great Hall, Remus mentally gave himself a pat on the back. Watching Severus eagerly turn his attention to the new little game he'd began raised his spirits considerably.
"What are you so doe-eyed about?" Sirius asked through a rather large yawn. He piled the bacon high on his plate and passed the platter over to Remus.
"I'm being cute with Severus," Remus replied, keeping his gaze on Severus's back. He took one piece of bacon and passed it along, never averting his eyes.
"Gag me." Sirius muttered under his breath. He nudged James, who was still half-asleep and nearly drooping glasses-first into his porridge. "Hey, James, wake up. Remus is being 'cute' with his boyfriend."
"Huh?" James lifted his head and shook it until he was wide-awake. "What? Remus?" James leaned over his food and looked down at his werewolf friend. "You have no shame, Remus. We Marauder's don't do 'cute'."
"I know," Remus said as the tiny owl took off from the Slytherin table and came back to its owner. Remus finished his toast, carefully brushed the crumbs off his fingers, and took the letter from the owl. He was just about to open it when he noticed Sirius, James and Peter leaning over to peer at its contents. Remus scowled, leaned away from them and after making sure they got the hint and returned to their food, opened the letter.
Under his note, Severus wrote:
"Dear Remus,
Resorting to teasing, are you? How very first-year. I might have to wonder if your hesitation in retelling of your dream is somehow connected to an inability to proper grammar, spelling, and other basic skills of language most Gryffindor's lack. However, I would be lying if I said the thought of you needing a silencing charm last night did not intrigue me on some perverse level. If you do find the necessary elements for another note, I will not complain.
Wickedly Yours,
Severus
p. s. As your attention is undoubtedly averted from your chums, I humbly request that you pinch Black - as he is more than likely making faces at me. Kindest thanks."
Without looking up, Remus lifted his right hand and pinched Sirius on the forearm.
"Ouch!" Sirius cried, rubbing the tender spot. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"You were making faces at Severus again." Remus replied absentmindedly, pulling out his quill and scooting his plate over to make room for his parchment. He thought better of it, figuring he would need as much food for thought as he could muster, and wrapped a sausage inside a pancake before shoveling it inside his mouth and settling back to work.
"Damn, how did you know?" Sirius muttered, still rubbing the sore spot Remus had pinched.
"Still being 'cute' with Severus, Remus?" James asked through a mouthful of scrambled eggs.
"No," Remus replied as he ferociously wrote his latest reply. "Now I'm being downright perverted."
James choked on his eggs, pride and embarrassment swelling in his chest. Pride that his friend was taking charge and embarrassed that Remus felt the shameless need to announce it.
"If you get him to come over here in a blur of passion, I'll give you five Gaellons." Sirius smirked, helping Peter whack James on the back. "Ten if he drags you off."
"I smell a royal bet." Remus commented, still engrossed in his letter.
"Hmm. I don't know, " Peter argued. "Severus has a lot of self-control. I bet he stays right where he is."
"I bet," James pounded a fist on his chest, recovering from his near-death-from-eggs-experience. "That they'll just plan to meet up somewhere."
"Willing to put your money where your mouths are, my friends?" Sirius rubbed his hands together greedily. James and Peter consented, now eagerly waiting for the continuing exchange of owls.
"What about you, Remus?" Peter asked. "You know Severus best," Sirius and James made some rather inappropriate noises at this point, making Remus blush but smile, "What do you think his most likely reaction will be?"
Folding up the letter Remus just shrugged.
"Your guesses are as good as mine are, honestly. Severus is just full of surprises." Truth be told, he was hoping Sirius would win. Remus tied the parchment back onto Flip's leg and sent him off.
"Oh, gods, here it comes again." Lucius Malfoy hid his knowing smirk behind his toast as Flip landed beside Severus, nearly loosing its balance on the edge of the table. Severus caught the owl and scooted him closer. Giving a hoot of gratitude, Flip extended his leg with the parchment attached to it.
"Dear Severus,
What a snotty little Slytherin you are! Well. Perhaps I'll decline the next time you invite me to play sleepover in your dormitory. However, since you said you would no longer complain [and since I have that in writing!], I suppose I should indulge you. Too bad you only asked why I needed the silencing charm, since that is all of the information I am permitting you to know until I have sufficient evidence to prove you are indeed curious as to the contents of my dream. For it was the contents of my dream that led me to use the silencing charm after I had awaken, covered in sweat and completely aroused. I will give you one hint about my dream: You were there.
Love,
Remus"
Severus was about to reply in great detail when he read the letter over, caught sight of something he had merely passed in the first reading, and dashed all thoughts of a lengthily reply to hell. Scribbling quickly, he finished in mere seconds, tied the parchment back up and sent Flip back to Remus.
"That was quick." James noted as Remus caught Flip before the haphazard bird flew over their heads and into the wall. Remus hurriedly unfolded the parchment and nearly gagged on his last bit of sausage as he read the one liner response.
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"You never referred to me as being "little" before!"
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Remus gave a triumphant smile, ignoring the questioning expressions of his friends as he replied. Sending Flip off once again, Remus felt immensely evil and helped himself to another serving of pancakes.
Severus grabbed the note before the bird had a chance to settle down properly. He tore the letter open and read his boyfriend's reply.
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"My dearest Severus, what ever are you talking about?"
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"You know bloody well what I am talking about!"
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"No, I do not. Please, do tell."
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"You said it was small!"
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"Did I? I believe your name and the word 'little' does ring in my memory, but you will have to refresh me. Wait - oh, here it is. Yes, I did call you little, didn't I? You. Not any appendage of your body."
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"It was implied!"
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"Was it? My, I do recall reading something about our subconscious taking control of what we write from time to time. Do you think this is something I should look into?"
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"Bloody Gryffindor."
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"Now, now. It was your insults that caused this rift."
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"I thought it was your subconscious."
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"No, my subconscious caused me to have a wild dream involving you, me and a whole lot of syrup."
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"....really?"
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"Oh, and a shower at the end. Even in my dream, you were rather anal about me returning to my bed all covered in syrup and...other sticky substances."
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"Wait. We used the syrup in the bathroom?"
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"No, we used it in the kitchen. In the middle of the night. Then you hauled me off to the prefect's bathroom."
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"Have you any syrup left at your table?"
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"Why, yes we do."
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"Nick it."
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"Why?"
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"I need visual aids to help me understand your dream better."
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The professor's and headmaster at the head table continued to watch the exchange between Remus Lupin and Severus Snape. Those who cared so to watch it this far had a slight ache in their neck, having watched Flip bound from right to left, right to left, again and again.
"I dare say, that poor owl had best be rewarded most abundantly for his services to those two." Professor McGonagall remarked, tapping her second boiled egg with her fork.
"Most assuredly, most assuredly." Headmaster Dumbledore nodded, his eyes twinkling in mirth.
"Oh, dear. There goes Severus." Minerva smirked at Professor Lestrage, Head of Slytherin as they watched Severus get up from the table and walk toward the Gryffindor table.
"D'oh." Lestrage slapped his forehead.
"Score!" Sirius cried, holding out his hand. "Pay up, pay up."
"Later," Remus hissed, elbowing his newly rich friend. Just as Severus seemed like he was going to head in their direction, he exited the Great Hall, giving Remus a look before he left.
"Wait," James hissed, pointing at the exit. "Where the hell did that guy go?"
"Looks like I'm going to find out. Enjoy Hogsmeade." Remus tasted his bottom lip as he picked up his quill and left, the container of syrup carefully wrapped in a serviette tucked inside his robe.
"So, who wins?" Peter asked.
"No one." James replied. "He didn't come over here, they didn't set a date, but he did get up."
Sirius scowled, feeling thoroughly cheated.
"Make sure it's your bed you two are getting off in before you really go at it!" Sirius cried after Remus.
Unabashed and used to the situation, Peter shrugged, and helped himself to a new stack of pancakes.
"Hey, where's the syrup?"
Remus found Severus waiting for him by the staircase that led up to the Gryffindor dormitory.
"Aren't you in a frisky mood this morning?" Severus wrapped an arm around Remus's waist as they ascended the stairs together.
"I can't help it, we only have one more month of school left."
"You certainly seem fully intent to abuse this fact at all costs."
"You know you love it."
Severus smirked, allowing that to be the perfect answer. They stopped in front of the Fat Lady portrait, and just as Remus was about to speak the password, Severus scooped Remus up in his strong arms.
"Oh my god, Severus, put me down!" Remus flung his arms around Severus's neck, holding on for dear life.
"No," Severus replied calmly.
"Accosting a Gryffindor outside his own dormitory, Mr. Snape?" The Fat Lady inquired, raising a brow.
"He loves it," Severus bounced Remus in his arms once, causing the arms to tighten around his neck. "Though he won't get any if I'm dead from lack of oxygen." The grip on his neck loosened.
"Well, that was too much information," sniffed the Fat Lady. "Password?"
"Gold wreath," Remus sputtered. The painting swung open and Severus carried his boyfriend inside; knowing the details of the Gryffindor housing almost as well as he knew his own Slytherin rooms. Once inside the room Remus shared with the rest of the Marauder's, Severus carefully sat his lover down on the bed they'd become quite intimate with over the school year.
"Strip," Severus said as he began to unfasten his own robes. Remus took the syrup out of his pocket and placed it atop his bedside table. He then stood on top of his bed and began to remove his clothes quickly, throwing them all over the room. Severus stopped his own disrobing to watch, awestruck by the sight of his lover shedding his apparel.
"So dirty," Severus shook his head with mock disapproval.
"Oh, we're not dirty yet," Remus growled seductively, falling to his knees on his bed, bouncing lightly. He opened his arms as Severus encircled his waist with one arm and slightly higher with the other. Remus wound his own arms around Severus's neck and pressed their bare chests together as they dove in for a deep kiss. When the lack of air became too much, they resorted to light lip-smacking kisses.
"I'm warning you," Severus said. "I fully intend to make you pay for your saucy taunting."
"I am looking forward to it," Remus panted. He extended an arm to grab the spoon that lay in a specially made crook inside the syrup jar. Remus let the spoon drip with its sugary sweet goodness between their bodies, startling Severus, and instantly arousing both boys.
"Was this part of your dream?" Severus asked in a husky voice, running his hands down Remus's bare back and groping his small firm bottom.
"And then some," Remus breathed, tilting his head back and dripping some syrup down his neck, quickly followed by the warm, wet sensation of Severus's tongue lapping at it. Their chests rubbed the syrup between them, dripping down, rubbing against their nipples and trailing down to their stomachs. Remus coated Severus's collarbone with the rest of syrup from the spoon and dropped the utensil on the bed, uncaring of the stain it would leave. While Severus busied his tongue on Remus's neck, Remus sucked on the sticky collarbone.
It wasn't long before their hips began to grind against one another, Severus's erections painfully trapped in his trousers, Remus's in his Y-fronts, but having oh so much fun sending electric shocks down each other's spine. Severus was the first to break his concentration and lean to dip his fingers in the syrup then pull out and slip a hand down Remus's Y-fronts.
"Fuck yes," Remus hissed, thrusting hard and fast against the glucose-laden grip on his hard-on. Remus continued a string of "fuck yes" as Severus wanked him off until he could no longer take it, thereby pushing Remus on his back, climbing on top of him, whipping off the Y-fronts, and going down on him. "FUCK YES!" Remus cried, arching his hips.
Tasting the sweet confection on his lips was pale in comparison to the bittersweet precome oozing from the tip of Remus's erection, mingling with the maple flavor of the syrup. It was the best damn taste Severus ever had in his entire life.
Severus's sticky hand was now free to poke at Remus's opening, stretching him with the sweet tasting lubricant. After nearly a year of practice, it only took mere seconds to exercise that ring of muscle and rub that tantalizing prostate gland.
"Severus, yes, yes!" Remus thrust his hips, allowing Severus to stop his ministrations and relax his movements while he moved for him. A squeak of surprise and disappointment escaped Remus's lips when Severus sat up suddenly. He striped himself of his remaining clothes and grabbed the jar off its stand, roughly shoving his hand back in and then after placing the jar back, stuck his fingers right where they were just moments prior.
"I hope this was in your dream, too," Severus huffed as he wrapped Remus's legs around his waist.
"This is far better than any dream," Remus moaned. Severus grunted in reply, sliding forward to enter his lover. The syrup gave an excellent slick path, allowing a swift, relatively painless entrance. Remus arched, not quite screaming, but definitely not silent. Severus always thought Remus made the most delicious sounds during their lovemaking.
Today was not about lovemaking, though. It was about hot, sticky, sweet, sweaty, pulsating rough sex. Bending Remus in two, thrusting in as far and as hard as he possibly could, trying not to let those delicious noises Remus was shouting drive him over the edge; this was bliss.
Severus bent down and lapped at the remaining syrup spread over Remus's neck and upper torso. He felt Remus's nails clawing at his shoulders and back, raking over and over until he was sure they'd leave marks. Severus picked up the ferocity of their rhythm, took hold of Remus's aching need once again as their orgasm was about to be reached. Once there, Severus was careful not to collapse entirely on Remus and managed to shift his body beside his boyfriend's. Remus's legs were slightly twitching, his body loose and shivering a bit in the after glow of one hell of an amazing romp. He felt strong arms hold him, bring him close to the other body on the bed, and nuzzle the crown of his head.
"You're a mess," Severus commented.
"Well, we are only halfway through my dream," Remus replied, catching his breath still.
"Ah, that's right. We still need to have a shower scene, don't we?"
"In due time." Remus turned on his side, snuggling as close as humanly possible against the syrupy chest.
"We really should clean ourselves up," Severus wrinkled his nose. Remus laughed, his voice muffled slightly. "What's so funny?"
"I knew you were going to say that," Remus explained, "You're even this anal in my dreams."
"So, which Severus was better? Dream me or real me?"
Remus tilted his head up, a rather evil grin plastered on his face.
"Though dream Severus does not require a silencing charm, I can always count on real Severus to whisk me away when we're sure to be alone so we needn't bother with one anyway." Remus untangled himself from the growing humidity in Severus's arms. He turned on his back and gingerly picked up the syrup jar, now just as sticky on the outside as they were. "Did your visual aid help?" Remus set the jar on his belly, twirling it delicately with the tips of his fingers.
"Oh, yes," Severus smirked, leaning up on his elbow so he shadowed over Remus. "Immensely." He shifted into a new position, one that gained him easy access to dip his head down and begin licking at Remus's semen and syrup-stained belly.
"Ahh," Remus hissed, closing his eyes and involuntary arching his body. "Maybe we should head for the showers."
"My thoughts exactly," Severus said, sitting up and licking his lips. He took the jar from Remus, set it aside once again and got off the bed. Remus joined him, wrapping an arm loosely around Severus's naked waist as they headed for the Gryffindor showers together.
"Though I am enjoying today more and more, love, I do have one suggestion," Severus mused.
"What's that?" Remus asked, inclining his head onto Severus's shoulder.
"Next time you dream of food involved, let it be chocolate syrup."
