"...and Weasley blocks the attempted score by MacMillan, so the score is still tied, 40 to 40!"

Severus scowled in annoyance as he stalked the upper perimeter of the Quidditch stadium, keeping watch against students attempting to use magic to interfere with the ongoing game. It was merely a normal precaution, however, since with Gryffindor playing Hufflepuff he neither expected nor had seen any trouble at all. Other than directing a glare at a pair of fifth year Ravenclaws who were attempting to sneak out of the stands - no doubt intent upon finding a place to engage in one of the hormonally charged acts to which adolescents were so predictably prone - it had been quite annoyingly dull.

He made it to the end of his assigned patrol route, and found himself in an area totally devoid of any students. Pausing for a moment, he raised black eyes to the faculty tower, instinctively searching for a head of grey-flecked honey hair. Remus did not have patrol duty for the game, and he should be in the tower observing with the other professors. The Potions Master frowned as his gaze touched on the familiar faces, and his eyes narrowed in concern when he found every one save the one he sought.

The full moon had been only two days prior - perhaps the werewolf had left early, not feeling well enough to stay for the entire game. Clenching his jaw against a stab of unease, he forced down the urge to leave, to go back to the dungeons and search for his lover to assure himself that the man was alright. Severus had a duty to perform, and unfortunately personal considerations had no place interfering with that duty. All that he could do was hope that if anything were wrong, that Remus would seek help; but knowing the stubborn werewolf, he'd most likely die before doing anything he would consider to be a "bother" to anyone else.

"Catch the bloody snitch, Potter, and let us be done with this," he muttered, suddenly even more anxious for the game to be over as his mind conjured up images of Remus, his body crumpled on the floor of his chambers, pale, exhausted, and too weary to move. He directed a malevolent glare at the distant form of the Gryffindor Seeker, as though he could will the younger wizard to do as he commanded. Unfortunately, however, the dark-haired boy seemed in no rush to cooperate with Severus' desires in the matter, as he sat on his broom cheering for Weasley. "Why am I not surprised that when I actually want him to, the brat refuses to do the one thing for which he actually shows any talent..."

Suddenly he felt arms go around his waist, and he drew in a hissing breath, ready to pull his wand and begin hurling hexes. But a familiar voice chuckled somewhere near his ear, and he relaxed for a moment in relief, before stiffening and trying to step away.

"Looking for me, Severus?" the voice asked, and the strong, slender arms tightened around him. He went quite still, resisting the instinct to struggle and thus draw unwanted attention to himself. The closest students were several yards away, and he noted with a bit of relief that their attention seemed entirely focussed on the game rather than on himself - but that relief didn't stop the scowl of annoyance from crossing his face.

"... A beautiful feint by Thomas, and now Creevey has the Quaffle, headed for the other end of the field!"

"Lupin, in case it escaped your notice, we are in full view of the entire student population of the school, not to mention the staff," he hissed, eyes going once again to the faculty tower.

"Don't worry, no one can see us," Remus chuckled quietly, and Severus felt a warm, wet mouth caressing the hollow behind his ear - but the sensation was strangely muffled, as though done through a layer of gauze...

Startled, the black-haired wizard glanced down, and saw that although he certainly felt his lover's arms around him, could feel the warm, firm body pressed up against him, the werewolf seemed to be invisible. "Lupin, did you take Potter's cloak?" he asked, raising a dark brow in amusement.

"Um hmmm..." Remus murmured in affirmation, rubbing his body against the taller man, as his hands rose from Severus' waist to make lazy circles on his chest. "I asked him to loan it to me so that I could play a prank. I just didn't tell him exactly what I would be doing - or with whom."

"And precisely what are you doing, if I might ask? It may have escaped your notice, but I am on duty at the moment," the Potions Master retorted, although there was no heat behind the words. In fact, the last bit was uttered slightly breathlessly, as he felt a certain unmistakable hardness pressed against his arse, and talented fingers unerringly drew rings around his nipples.

"... that was a close one, but Hopkins does a nice save! The Quaffle is back to MacMillian now, and back down the field we go..."

"I'm not interfering with your duty... you can still see just fine, and watch for miscreants with me holding you, can't you?" The quiet voice was amused.

"I suppose it is possible," Severus replied neutrally. Then he had to stifle a gasp as Remus thrust his hips against him. The movement was enough to cause him to step forward, and he braced his hands on the edge of the low stone wall in front of him. He felt a hand slip into the front of his robes, to curl around the growing bulge in his own trousers, and a shiver of excitement coursed down his spine as he began to realize precisely what kind of prank his partner seemed to have in mind. "Remus..."

"Hmmm? Relax, Severus. Just think about how naughty this is. Everyone can see, but no one will know," the werewolf breathed huskily in his ear, before the Potions Master once more felt his lover's mouth on his neck, again feeling the silky magic of the cloak oddly muting the sensation. Teeth found the almost unbearably sensitive spot just above his high collar, and nipped gently.

"... Potter has caught sight of the snitch! He and Abbott are off in pursuit!"

It was arousing, he thought, the thought of being touched in front of everyone and having to contain his reactions. The control he had to exercise seemed to intensify the sensations, as he fought not to moan, not to move, not to react and thereby give away the presence of the man behind him, and reveal what that man was doing to his body. And oh, what Remus was doing...

The hand inside his robes stroked against his erection, rubbing, squeezing, doing anything and everything possible with the layers of cloth separating the direct contact of their skin. The hand on his chest scratched and pinched at his pebbled nipple through his clothes, while against his back his lover rubbed the hardness of his own erection slowly, erotically against his cleft. Severus clenched his hands against the cold stone of the wall, locking his knees to keep himself steady against the pull of the hand at his groin and the push of hips behind him.

Slowly the pleasure built as Remus continued to caress him, long, clever fingers travelling along the length of his shaft, as the warm fluid leaking from the tip was absorbed by the silk of his boxers. The teeth left his neck, and the werewolf began to pant almost harshly near his ear. It was all Severus could do to keep his eyes open, to keep his face from betraying his arousal at the eroticism of the act.

"...Potter is getting closer! Abbott can't keep up as Harry starts to dive, eyes on the prize!"

More pressure, and Severus wanted so much to thrust his hips forward into the hand grasping him. Especially when Remus began to moan softly in his ear, when he felt the hard body behind him tense, then go completely rigid as Remus climaxed with a strangled gasp of "Severus!" He loved the sound of his lover calling his name in orgasm, loved knowing that in his moment of greatest pleasure, Remus thought only of him.

The Potions Master bit the inside of his mouth to hold in the moan that wanted to escape his own lips. He could feel the beads of sweat on his forehead, could feel the dampness trickling down his neck from his efforts to control himself. Remus had stilled his motions during his own release, but then immediately began again, more focussed now, concentrating solely on his partner's body, on pushing him to the edge of shattering. It didn't take much.

"POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!"

"Yes, YES!" Severus cried out involuntarily, unable to help it as his climax took him, straightening him upright as his eyes slid closed. Then he went almost boneless in Remus' arms, and the werewolf held him up, continuing to stroke him through the pulses of pleasure that flowed through him as his heartbeat thundered in his ears.

A kiss was pressed to his neck when he finally sighed, pressing back into the body cradling him before regaining his balance. "Wonderful," Remus murmured, and Severus could feel the curve of his lover's lips against his neck as the werewolf smiled. "And that was only the first score in the match. Meet me in the dungeons, Severus... I'll be waiting." With that the arms released him, and the the invisible form of his lover was gone.

"Remus," the dark-haired wizard sighed, still recovering. He regretted the loss of the arms encircling him, of the warmth against him - but he didn't have time to dwell on it, as the mass of students in the stands suddenly began to swarm around him, laughing and chattering about the game.

That was when he realized that the match was over - and that he had no idea who had won.

Not that he really cared, since he could predict with almost complete certainty that it had been Gryffindor. His mind was on other, far more interesting matters as he donned his scowl once more, again anxious to get to the dungeons; but for a very different reason this time. Once more images came to him, but these were far more pleasant than previously. Images of a pale, naked Remus sprawled out on the dark sheets of his bed, head thrown back in abandon, hard and ready and waiting for him.

Shepherding the last of the students out of the stands, Severus moved quickly towards his quarters, not even pausing to take house points from the wildly celebrating Gryffindors. He was almost at the gates of the castle when he heard his name called, and whirled around with a look of resignation on his face.

"Yes, Headmaster?" he asked, willing his expression into impassivity as Dumbledore approached him.

"A stimulating match, don't you think, Severus?" the ancient wizard asked, a definite twinkle in his blue eyes as he regarded the Potions Master's flushed face. "I must say, I was extremely glad to see you cheering for once when Harry caught the snitch. Surprised, but glad."

Only his skill as an Occlumens kept the look of confusion from Severus' face, until it dawned on him that his cry of pleasure must have coincided with the end of the game. Thinking about it, and about Remus having used Potter's own cloak, the dark-haired wizard couldn't keep the sudden smirk from his face.

Raising a dark brow, he gazed back at Dumbledore, smug amusement shining in his black eyes. "Yes, Albus, I am quite pleased that Potter caught the snitch when he did. Excellent timing. Come to think of it, I cannot remember when I have ever enjoyed a Quidditch match as much as this one. Now, if you will excuse me..."

With a respectful inclination of his head Severus whirled on his heel, headed once more for the dungeons... pointedly ignoring the knowing smile on the Headmaster's face.