Remus dreamed.

A hand smoothed over his shoulder. A moist kiss landed on the knob at the top of his spine, and a little lap of tongue on the back of his neck made him shiver.

Long-dormant nerves sprang to life as the hand... hands? Oh, yes, definitely the plural, trailed down his back, over his chest, rubbing gently over the sharp hipbone, then across his relaxed stomach. His cock, so long quiescent, stirred, and the hands caressed him, encouraging it with firm strokes.

He groaned a little, enjoying the dream even as he recognized it for what it was. Conjured by his long-suppressed libido, no doubt. Now that he was safe again, comfortable in a soft bed on clean sheets, he could indulge his body’s desires.

Shifting on the mattress, he vaguely remembered wanting to indulge his body’s desires with the body of another. But his offer had been rejected.

Nipping kisses peppered his hip and continued down his bum, and he lost his train of thought.

Oh, good. It was going to be that kind of dream.

Sliding his top leg forward, Remus rolled enough that his cock rubbed against the sheets. He sighed in pleasure and rocked his hips as the hands spread him wide. Heat nudged against him as he moved back, as if a warm cock pressed close.

He smiled to himself. Dreaming of what he’d hoped would happen; how typical. Strong hands held him close, roving lips breathed moist spots on his neck.

And then the cock smoothly breached him.

What the hell? His eyes flew open, but it took his sleep-fogged brain a moment to catch up. A dream?

The pain in his arse said otherwise.

With a curse, he tried to pull away, but the arms held him firm. Remus struggled for a moment, but the body pounding into his pushed him forward, pinning him against the mattress. He turned his head, and a long lock of midnight hair swung past his face.

Shock stilled his struggles.

Severus?

A groan in his ear. Had he spoken the name aloud?

“Severus, get the hell off me!”

No reply, only a muffled grunt and the glide of Severus’s cock inside him.

Severus shifted, and Remus gasped, bursts of pleasure exploding in his belly, radiating up his spine and down his legs.

Oh...

He wanted Severus, he’d told him so earlier and been roundly rejected. And now Severus was here, with, no, in him.

Severus had obviously changed his mind, the daft git. And he expected Remus to lie here and take it.

Another stroke, another delicious frisson along his nerves, and Remus panted into the pillow.

Maybe Severus wasn’t so daft after all.

Pushing back, Remus closed his eyes, focusing on every single movement, every exquisite sensation.

Bloody brilliant.

He was one, maybe two strokes from climaxing when Severus let out a small, choked cry and thrust deep. Murmuring something over and over, Severus spent himself as Remus thrust back hard, and then rubbed his cock until, with a luxuriant groan, he came.

They rested for a long moment, breathing deeply, and then Severus gently pulled out, collapsing back on the bed.

Remus turned slowly, a smile breaking over his face. Severus lay still, snoring softly, lashes dark smudges on his pale cheeks. Feeling absurdly kind, Remus reached out and ran his fingertips over Severus’s hair, fanned out over the pillow.

Lips curling into a contented smile, Severus tilted his head toward Remus’s hand. And then Severus opened his eyes.

Horror replaced contentment.

“Lupin?” He sat up, clutching the sheet around him like a virgin, fearful for her virtue. “What are you doing in my bed?” His eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t take no for an answer, so you broke into my chambers and—”

“Severus, these are my chambers.” Remus was confused, but kept his voice gentle. “You came here.”

“Don’t be absurd.” Scowling, Severus tugged the sheet free and wrapped it around himself. “Why would I...” He looked around the room, his voice fading into silence. “A spell. It must have been a spell or potion, something that you—”

“I didn’t do anything except tell you how I felt about you.” Remus leaned back against the cushions, feeling strangely relaxed. “Anything that happened, Severus, happened because you wanted it to.”

Severus blinked. “I went to sleep in my own bed, Lupin, and when I wake, I find myself in your chambers, in your bed. I certainly didn’t want any of this.”

“I think you did,” Remus said, stretching his legs.

Severus’s eyes followed the long length of limb for a moment, then snapped back to Remus’s face. His cheeks were flushed. “Lupin—”

“In fact, I think you wanted me so much that you sleepwalked to my chambers and proceeded to... to ravish me in my sleep.”

The color drained from Severus’s face. “I... I...” With infinite dignity, Severus slid out of bed, sheet trailing behind him, and stalked out the door.

Remus grinned, then looked around for his robes. He couldn’t wait to catch up to Severus, especially now that he had remembered what Severus had murmured whilst buggering him: “I love you.”

He quite looked forward to telling Severus that.