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: Pardon me, but your teeth are in my neck
Author: Ligeia
E-Mail: gothikmaus @ hotmail.com
Web site: http://www.wild-swans.net/whispers/
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP, romance, humour
Summary: Remus is bored. Severus helps.
Warnings: mention of blood
Disclaimer: All characters in the Harry Potter universe belong to JK Rowling. I'm just a devoted fan with an overactive imagination.
Notes: Inspired by the vampire!Snape theory. I don't really think canon Snape is a vampire, but this isn't canon, is it? ^_^ No Lupins were harmed in the making of this fic. =P

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Pardon me, but your teeth are in my neck.

Professor Remus Lupin yawned. Assigning the third-year students an essay on vampires didn't seem such a brilliant idea now that he was sitting in front of a stack of scrolls, all waiting to be read and marked. He leaned an elbow on the old walnut table and rested his chin on the palm of his hand. His eyelids slowly slid shut as a heavy sigh escaped his lips.

"Tired?" A deep and familiar voice asked.

"Mmh. Bored," he replied without opening his eyes. "I thought the students would enjoy writing about vampires, they're such interesting creatures. But these essays... I can't understand how anyone could make them sound so dull."

"Oh. Vampires are interesting now?"

"Extremely interesting. I've met a few over the years and I've always found them intriguing." He opened his eyes, looked at the other man and smiled impishly. "Especially some specimens."

"Careful, Lupin. Vampires are dangerous."

"I know one creature whose bite is far worse."

He went back to the parchment he'd been reading, dipped the tip of his quill into the red inkpot and scribbled a comment. Severus Snape got up from where he was sitting in front of the hearth and walked to the table.

"Do you want to give me a hand?" Lupin asked glancing at him out of the corner of his eyes. "You should know a lot on the subject."

"It's not my fault that my mother thought it would be *oh, so exciting* to become an undead while being pregnant. Stupid woman," Snape growled. He grabbed one of the still unmarked essays and began to read.

"Oh, please!" He exclaimed indignantly and threw the parchment back on top of the others. "You're not going to give this rubbish a passing mark, I hope."

Lupin picked up the essay and read it. "Well," he said, trying in vain to repress a smile. "This student sure has some... ah... interesting suggestions."

Snape snorted and yanked the piece of parchment away from his colleague's hand. "*Vampires can be killed by adding garlic to their morning tea*. Does this sound like an *interesting suggestion* to you?"

"Severus, you have to understand. Some students are Muggle-born and there are a lot of legends that..."

"That's why Salazar Slytherin only wanted pure-blood students at Hogwarts. They're much more competent."

"You're telling me that Goyle is more competent than Hermione Granger?" Lupin asked, a mischievous little smile playing on his lips.

Snape glowered at him. "There are exceptions," he muttered after a couple of seconds of silence. "*Rare* exceptions."

Lupin's grin widened and he quickly hid his face behind one of the essays, not wanting the Potions master to see his pleased expression and get mad at him. "Well, I'll just have to make sure the students don't confuse the Wizarding World with Muggle mythology in the future." He laid his quill back on the table. "Garlic tea. Ugh. It would taste almost as horrible as the Wolfsbane," he added, glancing at Snape over the parchment.

The comment earned him a glare. "Almost." Snape folded his arms and stared down at him. Then, out of the blue, he let out a low chuckle. Lupin looked up, puzzled. "You know, that wasn't such a bad idea after all. I *could* slip a clove of garlic into Trelawney's morning tea. Or, better yet, a whole bulb. Perhaps *that* will shut her up for a bit."

"Severus!" Lupin exclaimed, faking indignation.

Snape arched an eyebrow. "As if you wouldn't like it."

Lupin didn't even try to hide his grin as he turned his attention back to the students' homework. A few minutes later he was yawning again, fingers drumming idly on the desk. He didn't hear his colleague move. But he did feel two hands resting on his knees and parting his legs.

"Severus!" he yelped, almost jumping from his chair. "What are you doing?"

Snape smirked up at him from under the table, canine teeth long and sharp against his thin lower lip. Lupin didn't think the Potions master could've looked any more devilish. "Helping you to stay awake."

He ran his hands down the werewolf's calves, grasped the hem of the worn robe he was wearing over a pair of old, grey trousers and lifted it, bundling it up around his waist. Lupin shivered as Snape's long fingers inched their way toward his groin, then let out a frustrated moan as they retreated.

"Severus..."

"Quiet, Lupin."

Something ached in Remus's chest at being called by surname in such an intimate moment. His nightly encounters with Severus weren't about love, as his colleague liked to remind him every time, still Snape's refusal to use his first name always pained Lupin.

"We aren't lovers," he had said one day - well, one night - when Lupin had brought up the matter. "We're not even friends. We're just colleagues who enjoy having sex with each other. I can't forbid you to call me Severus if you want to, even though I'm not really pleased with it, but don't expect me to reciprocate."

'So much for pillow talk,' Remus thought as he remembered Snape's words. He was brought back to the present by a sharp bite on his thigh.

"You're not paying attention," Snape growled. "Perhaps you're not interested? I can stop if you like, so you can go back to reading those essays."

"Don't you dare!" Lupin exclaimed, bringing his hands down on Snape's shoulders and holding him firmly in place.

"Always so impolite," the Potions master muttered against the werewolf's inner thigh. "You do need some discipline."

Lupin gasped as he felt a hand rub against his crotch and grab his most delicate part none too gently. The hand released him and squeezed again, building up a slow, steady rhythm. The fingers on Snape's shoulders dug deeper.

"Now, now. You need to relax, you're so... tense."

Snape unbuckled Lupin's threadbare belt and undid the top button of his trousers, then fondled him some more. Lupin whimpered and bit his lip when Snape nuzzled his face against his groin. He sighed and squirmed in his chair as his fly was finally undone.

Snape stroked him through his underwear, thumb tracing slow circles over the white cotton and pressed his mouth over the bulge. Lupin moved his hands to the back of Severus's head and held his breath as the other wizard reached inside. He titled his head back as he finally felt a wet tongue on his skin.

"Severus... more..."

Snape ignored Lupin's whimpered request and continued licking him leisurely. When he thought he had teased him enough, he grasped the base of his erection and sucked lightly on the head.

"Yes, yes..."

But before Lupin had the time to truly enjoy the feeling, the mouth on his cock was gone. He raised his head and looked down at Snape, who, unsurprisingly, was smirking again.

"Not yet," he said and slowly licked his lips. "I want to do something else." He reached inside his robes, drew his wand and pointed it at the chair. "*Evanesco*!" The chair disappeared and Lupin fell on his arse in front of him.

"Ow!"

"Stop complaining and turn over."

Lupin turned and crawled toward the hearth rug, but Snape seized him by the ankle and yanked him back.

"I want you here."

"But the floor's cold..." Lupin protested weakly, craning his neck to look back at Snape.

"Don't worry," the Potions master reassured him, the expression on his face anything but reassuring. "In a few seconds you'll be on fire."

He lifted Lupin's hips and swiftly pulled down his trousers and underwear, leaving them around his knees. The werewolf gasped at the feel of the cool air of his office on his exposed bottom, then frowned. Snape was running the tip of his wand on...

"Err... Severus? What..."

"Shush."

Remus heard a murmured purification spell and felt a light tingle between his legs. And then he almost jumped as Snape started licking him *right there*.

"Se-Severus..." Lupin moaned and pressed his forehead against the stone floor, grateful for its coldness now. He didn't seem to be able to keep his hips still as Snape tortured him with that evilly talented mouth. Long strokes and quick flicks. Lupin's fingers curled and he scratched his nails on the floor.

"Still cold?"

He shook his head. "Don't... stop..." He managed to pant out.

"Oh. Pity," Snape said in a conversational tone. "I was thinking of..." He trailed off and a second later Lupin felt a wet finger where Snape's tongue had been. "But if you don't want to..."

"No! I mean, yes! Yes, I want to!" Lupin babbled. "Please, please!"

"Mmh... you beg so nicely, Lupin," Snape said and summoned a jar of lubricant. He dipped two fingers into it and used them to prepare Remus, gently rubbing his arse before slipping them inside, eliciting a moan from the wizard lying in front of him. He pulled up his own robe with his clean hand, freed his erection and applied some lubricant on himself as well.

"Ready?"

"Yes..." Lupin sighed, pressing a flushed cheek against the floor. He hissed and shut his eyes as Snape thrust into him.

"Did I hurt you?" Snape whispered in his ear, warm breath tickling his skin.

"N-no. More."

Hands gripped his hips firmly as Snape pulled out and re-entered slowly. He seemed intent on taking his time, pushing in and pulling out with long, almost lazy movements. He pressed his lips against the side of Lupin's neck and licked the sweaty skin. A shudder went through his body as he felt the pulse throb and he quickened his pace.

"Bite me."

Snape stilled. "What?"

"Bite me," Lupin repeated. "I know you want to, I can feel it."

"I... I can't. You..."

"I won't infect you and you know it. Come on, we'll both like it," Lupin said and wiggled back against Snape. "When was the last time?"

"I don't... need to. I'm..."

"Only half-vampire, I know. But you like blood. You like its smell, its taste, the feel of it filling your mouth and sliding down your throat." Lupin pushed back again, making Snape gasp. "Bite me, Severus. Taste my blood."

Snape hesitated a moment, then clutched Lupin's hair and titled his head to one side to gain better access to his neck. His long, pulsing, inviting neck. He could nearly see the blood flow under the pale skin, hot and sweet and wonderfully addictive. It had been so long, so long...

"Oh, God..." He murmured before sinking his fangs into the vein.

Lupin almost yelped. It hurt. It burned. Snape's teeth felt like fire piercing through his throat, but when he closed his mouth over the wound and began sucking, Lupin's whole body melted. They started rocking again, moving together in unison, a perfect match. A trembling hand sneaked around and squeezed the werewolf's cock, stroking it quickly. Lupin did yelp this time and came all over Severus's fingers and the floor.

Snape wrenched his mouth away from Remus's neck, lips red and glossy, panting harshly and thrusting desperately. He clenched his bloody teeth as he was overwhelmed by an orgasm that left him wheezing and shivering. He slumped forward, chin resting on Lupin's shoulder, and buried his nose in the soft grey-streaked hair. Lupin barely heard the whispered name that left his lips.

"Remus..."