AFFINITY
By Celandine and Your Cruise Director

I.

Snape loathed academic conferences, but Minerva had insisted that he attended this year's Dark Arts Convention for appearance's sake, even though he was back to teaching Potions again. The gathering was being held at a dreadful old hotel in Surrey, with accommodations so atrocious that the attendees were required to share bathrooms. Which was how Snape found himself lounging in the tub, attempting to get in a few minutes of relaxation before he had to face a crowd of witches and wizards who would all be staring at him and whispering behind his back, when his calm was interrupted by Remus Lupin barging into the room.

He was almost, but not quite, too startled to say in his most supercilious voice, "I was unaware that being a werewolf exempted one from the common courtesy of knocking before entering, Lupin."

The other man had the grace to flush, the scars on his face and hands showing white against the reddened skin. "My apologies, Severus." He was unbuttoning his trousers as he spoke. "I'm afraid I cannot wait."

"Really," drawled Snape in an attempt not to sound pleased. "A bit too much wine at the reception?" He tilted his head, hoping that he looked curious rather than as if he was craning his neck to get a look at Lupin's prick... which, of course, was what he was doing. "How fortunate for you that I didn't lock the door."

"Yes. I would have been more than a little uncomfortable," Lupin said, beginning to piss. The sound of urine against porcelain spoke most insistently to Snape's cock. He laid one hand on it, partly to conceal -- if Lupin looked -- partly to stroke gently as he listened. "What would you have done?"

"I'd have pissed on your pillows and then Scourgified them," replied Snape with a certain satisfaction, feeling his prick leap against his palm at the thought. "Isn't that what wolves do... mark enemy territory?"

"Are we enemies?" Lupin asked. He must have had a great deal of wine at the reception, or perhaps the Muggle beer, for the yellow stream continued to flow full-force. Snape twisted a little more, as casually as he could, his eyes fixed on Lupin.

"I'd hardly describe us as friends," he said. "It isn't as if we get drunk together, after all." Though at the moment he couldn't think why not. Getting a great deal of alcohol into Lupin was looking like a delightful idea. His prick twitched once again in his hand and he gave it a stroke beneath the surface of the water.

"We could tonight. This may be an appalling venue, but the drinks are free," Lupin reminded him. "Mediocre perhaps, but free."

"Do you want to?" Maybe it was just his prick talking, but Snape decided that if Lupin agreed, he would happily drink the night away with the werewolf. If he got lucky, perhaps more.

Lupin finished pissing, tapped himself dry, then turned to look at Snape with a very knowing expression. Snape blushed to realize that Lupin was quite aware of the erection he was barely concealing and the reason for it. "As you so wisely guessed, I never turn down an opportunity to mark enemy territory, Severus."

"Well, you've missed a chance to do it right now," said Snape, tartly, to conceal his embarrassment. "Let me let the water out of this tub and we can remedy that." Defiantly he stood up, water dripping from his rigid prick as he reached for the towel he had worn in, in lieu of a robe.

Lupin met him halfway, pulling the towel from the rack and stepping up to the edge of the tub to wrap it around Snape's back, then moving it back and forth to dry him. The friction felt stimulating against his arse and he wriggled slightly, making Lupin smirk. "Eager, Severus?"

"No more than you are." Snape looked pointedly at the front of Lupin's trousers, where a noticeable bulge was now visible.

"Granted." Lupin cocked an eyebrow at him. "Drinks first?"

"By all means." Taking the ends of the towel from Lupin, Snape tied them around his waist and stepped from the tub. "Shall we have a few bottles sent up? I find that I'm not much in the mood for putting on robes and greeting wizards whose dream is to fill Gilderoy Lockhart's shoes."

Lupin shuddered slightly. "I never had to work with the man, thankfully -- but Minerva has told me stories. You have my sincerest condolences, Severus. Yes, let's have some bottles sent up. How many? A dozen?"

"A dozen?" asked Snape incredulously. "From the look of things, you've had quite a bit already. I prefer you conscious... or at least upright." He smirked. "Half that should be quite sufficient."

"As you please." Lupin shrugged. "A werewolf's metabolism is a bit different, but half a dozen may do." He eyed Snape consideringly. "Your room, or mine? I assume they're much the same -- somewhat less than enough room to swing a Kneazle, and a lumpy single mattress."

"Yours," said Snape immediately. He thought it more likely that they would end up spending the night together in Lupin's room than his own. "I expect that ambitious young wizards might knock at my door at all hours, hoping for thrilling stories about the Dark Lord."

Lupin laughed. It was a surprisingly carefree sound. "Whereas no one in their right mind would knock at my door."

"Are you casting aspersions on my sanity?" Snape shoved his feet into his slippers and opened the door of the bath. "After you."

"I would never." There was an ironic twinkle in Lupin's eye as he walked past Snape. "Though I didn't realize you had such an interest in werewolf marking behavior. We could have studied it together long ago."

"One's interests may change over time." Snape watched Lupin's arse as he walked along the shabby green-painted hallway. "I'm finding that my interest at the moment has grown substantially."

"Yes, it looked rather large to me, too." Lupin kicked off his shoes at the foot of his bed and sat down. A button on the bedpost summoned a house elf, which bowed and promised to return momentarily with the drinks. Crossing his ankles, Lupin looked up at Snape expectantly. Snape decided not to chance the single rickety chair and sat next to Lupin. Although he knew that house-elves were by nature discreet, it wasn't in his nature to be naked in front of them if he could avoid it, so he left the towel knotted around his hips for the moment.

"Have you been missing teaching the Dark Arts?" Lupin asked conversationally.

Snape glowered; he had wanted to return to that position but McGonagall had already rehired Lupin when Snape came back to Hogwarts. "Only the practice of them. Once a Dark creature, always a Dark creature, no?"

"Most people would say so, certainly." Lupin looked away, and Snape regretted having said that; there was no purpose served in picking at the scab of Lupin's sensitivity about his nature.

"Er. Are you planning any changes to the curriculum? I'd worked out quite a thorough plan of approach, the one year I was permitted to teach the Dark Arts." Talking about their mutual subject was the purpose of this convention, after all, even if it wasn't the purpose he had in coming to Lupin's room.

Just then the house elf returned, clumsily juggling several bottles which he tripped over while setting down. "You may leave those," Snape said imperiously, wanting the elf to leave him alone with Lupin quickly.

"I think the nature of our teaching of the Dark Arts will inevitably change now that we understand how Voldemort came to power, don't you?" asked Lupin, picking up one of the bottles.

Snape nodded agreement as he opened a bottle for himself and took a drink. "I would like to see a reevaluation of the Dark Arts altogether. With a very few exceptions, perhaps, it is not the magic itself, but the use to which it is put, that should be considered Dark. If it is not used to harm another, I would deem it acceptable."

"Would that include a werewolf?" Brown eyes glanced at Snape, then back at his beer.

"Would it include a Gryffindor attempting to use a werewolf to commit murder, then dismissing the incident as a prank?" Snape shot back. Then he was sorry he had spoken; he did not wish to invoke Sirius Black in any way.

"I never dismissed what he did," Lupin said quietly. "We never fully trusted one another after that incident, with the ultimate result that neither of us suspected Wormtail. Haven't we all paid enough, Severus?"

Snape did not reply at first, taking a swallow of the drink which burned his throat. "Are we letting all bygones be bygones, then?"

Lupin shrugged. "Even if not quite that yet, a temporary suspension of hostilities seems to be in order, wouldn't you say?" He tilted the bottle to his lips and Snape watched Lupin's throat work as he swallowed, then his tongue as he caught a stray drop at the corner of his mouth. "I find dredging up old errors is unproductive, after a while."

"Mm." Snape had to admit that over twenty years was perhaps a long time to hold a grudge... it had not been Lupin's fault, after all, but Black's. "I'll let it be if you will."

"Splendid," said Lupin, and his face relaxed; Snape had not realized how tense the other man must have been until then.

"Are you enjoying being back at Hogwarts?" Lupin asked amiably. Now it was Snape's turn to stiffen. The worst memories of his life were set at Hogwarts, though it was also the only true home he had had since early childhood.

"The students have not changed much," he said gruffly. "There are as many Gryffindor troublemakers as ever."

Lupin smiled at him. "Of course there have never been any Slytherins up to no good."

"Ah, but all the staff expect that... and assume Slytherin guilt, true or not," Snape huffed. He put aside his empty bottle and opened another. "They're teenagers, Remus. Of course they're up to no good. Thankfully there's no one as bad as the Weasley twins for practical jokes just now, but they're still snogging in the side corridors... having clandestine meetings in the greenhouses... you know."

"Do I detect a hint of envy?" asked Lupin, and Snape scowled. Just because he had never done anything of the sort did not mean that he was envious of the younglings who did. Lupin was studying him with a trace of a smile on his face.

"That's the second time you've called me Remus," he pointed out. Rising, he moved closer to reach another bottle and sat down much nearer to Snape, who grew aware of how very little he was wearing in comparison to Lupin. "I don't invite random strangers over for drinks and... whatever results," Lupin added, still a bit wary but leaning close. "So I don't know whether there's an etiquette here." His hand came to rest on Snape's thigh where the towel had left the skin exposed.

Snape shivered as Lupin's fingers inched upward. "I don't either," he admitted.

"Really?" Lupin sounded surprised, and Snape bristled slightly.

"Yes, really. What, does rumor have me shagging whomever or whatever moves? Quite untrue." He shifted his leg, letting the towel slide further off, and Lupin slid his hand around to the inside of Snape's thigh, stroking where he was still damp from the bath.

"No rumor... I suppose I never really imagined that you would want to do this with me." Lupin's fingers had found a particularly sensitive spot and Snape shivered as goosebumps rose beneath the fingertips. "Is this merely opportunistic -- I walked in on you at the right moment?"

"'Merely?' As I recall, drinking together was your suggestion this evening." Snape knew he sounded defensive; having Lupin touching him so intimately did that to him. "Are you planning even to undress?"

"I'm not..." Lupin winced visibly, and pulled his hand away. "I'm very scarred. It's not attractive."

Snape indicated his own battered torso. "As if I'm some Gilderoy Lockhart myself. What are a few scars?"

"A great many scars," Lupin corrected him, and began slowly to unbutton his shirt. Snape put out a hand to stop him.

"Permit me." Lupin had not been lying; the white tracery of scars long since healed webbed across his body, some of them puckered and drawn, others smooth like burns.

Snape ran his forefinger along one of the most prominent, stroking until Lupin shuddered and quivered beneath his touch. "Who did this to you?" he asked, stilling his hand but leaving it on Lupin's belly.

"Mostly I did it to myself." Lupin's hand covered his. "A few I received while I was living with Greyback's pack... I suppose I should have said that he did this to me. He bit me as a child, you know."

Snape had not known. Privately he reminded himself not to fail to deliver Wolfsbane each month from now on, even if Lupin was too proud to ask for it. Aloud he said, "Does it hurt if I touch you like this?"

"No." Again Lupin quivered against his hand. "The skin is very sensitive."

Gently Snape continued to stroke the scarred flesh, mapping the lines of Lupin's past. He drew one finger up along a narrow twisting path to a nipple, touching the disfiguring gash that bisected it. Bending down, he licked the spot and elicited a gasp and a clutch of Lupin's hands at his shoulders.

"Severus..." It was half a hiss, half a murmur, and Snape felt himself being tugged upward. He tilted his head and was surprised by the ferocity of Lupin's mouth on his own. The kiss went on for a long time, tongues dueling before they relaxed and began to explore one another, and when they finally came up for air, Lupin was flushed and his lips were swollen. "You never really answered me, you know. Is this only because you realized I might indulge a kink of yours?"

"I'm quite willing to indulge your kinks as well," Snape replied rather breathlessly. Then Lupin's mouth turned down, and Snape realized that that wasn't what he had meant. "If you're asking me whether this might happen again, I would be willing to entertain the notion if you are," he said stiffly.

"I am." Lupin looked as if he wanted to say something more, but instead of speaking at once he reached out to the knotted towel at Snape's waist and began to untie it. When the fabric was pushed away, Lupin closed his hand around Snape's erect cock and gave it a single sweeping stroke from root to tip before smelling at his fingers and licking the faint smear of moisture.

Snape found that sight more arousing than he had expected, and he quickly unfastened Lupin's trousers, having him stand to have them tugged down, and his underpants too. Once they were puddled around his ankles Lupin stepped free.

"How do... what do you want to do, exactly?" Lupin asked then, his expression faintly embarrassed.

Feeling his own face grow warm as well, Snape glanced away. In the bathroom his thoughts had gone no further than wanting the feeling of hot piss running down his body, but if this was to be the start of something beyond shared relief and pleasure, it would perhaps be unwise to make such a declaration. His own bladder was becoming full from the drinks, but his erection was more urgent than his need to empty it. "I want you to keep touching me," he said. Did Lupin have alpha wolf instincts? Would he be offended if Snape asked such a question? "I don't mind being handled somewhat... aggressively. If you need to, ah..." he gestured awkwardly at the empty bottles they had set down. "You already know that excites me, so feel free to do as you please."

"As I please?" Lupin's lips drew back in a smile that was distinctively wolfish. He stepped close to Snape and pressed him down until he was sitting on the bed again, then straddled him and pushed his torso so that he lay down, only his legs from his knees dangling from the side of the mattress. Snape gave a token resistance, bucking up against Lupin's thighs as the other man's weight rested on him. In return Lupin leaned forward and began to rock so that their cocks rubbed together.

"If you really mean that you want me to piss on you, Severus..." he muttered before claiming Snape's mouth in another urgent kiss.

"I do," Snape affirmed breathlessly as soon as he had the chance. It had been longer than he wanted to remember since he had had the chance to indulge this particular longing.

"You want to be marked?" Lupin's voice was a low growl, intensely arousing, and Snape opened his mouth in a soundless moan as his breath rushed out. "Do you like being dirty, Severus? Or just the heat of it -- the way the spray feels on your skin?"

Snape had never wished to analyze the urge, only to surrender to it. It did not require arousal to bring ease and pleasure: he liked knowing that he could let go when he was with a partner who would do the same, and he felt less conscious of his own sweaty feet and greasy hair when he was being drenched in someone else's piss. "Yes -- mark me," he muttered, evading the question. He was afraid that Lupin would demand an answer, but after a moment of unbearable waiting, he felt warmth jetting onto his belly, accompanied by the quiet hiss of liquid spraying against skin. Moving a hand down his body, he stroked the hot puddle all over his cock and balls.

His hand was met by Lupin's, and he groaned as Lupin dabbled in the slowing stream of piss, letting it drip from his fingers and back again onto Snape's belly and cock, doubling it.

"You really like this," Lupin said, the quiet intensity of the statement conveying his surprise.

"Don't you?" Snape's cock throbbed under Lupin's touch. "Ah -- yes..."

Lupin let go of him, and to his embarrassment Snape heard himself whine, "Remus!"

"Can't you tell?" Lupin's eyes were dilated. He shifted off of Snape's thighs, and a moment later a hot wet mouth closed around Snape's piss-drenched cock.

"Yes!" Snape blurted out. His fingers grasped frantically until they had found Lupin's hair and were stroking it, encouraging the head to remain exactly where it was. "Yes, just don't stop!"

As Lupin sucked, he moved his wet hand behind Snape's balls and began to tease the tight pucker, nudging it open with a damp fingertip. It was uncomfortable at first -- it had been nearly as long since Snape had been penetrated by anyone else as it had since someone had showered him in piss -- but the discomfort was minor compared to the growing ache deep inside where he wanted to be stretched and filled.

"You can fuck me," he groaned.

The tongue sliding along his shaft stilled, then with a final long sweep, Lupin lifted his head and backed away. "Turn over."

He complied with inelegant haste, scrambling his feet up onto the bed and rolling to present his arse toward Lupin. He expected a lubrication charm; he certainly had brought nothing for such an occasion, and presumed Lupin had not anticipated anything of the sort either. But it was no charm that penetrated him now. Instead Lupin spread him open and licked him from balls to arsehole, lapping up the drying piss, before slipping his tongue inside.

Snape bit back a howl -- they really should have cast a privacy spell, but he was hardly going to do so now -- and clenched his hands spasmodically on the bedspread.

He was very grateful to have had such a long bath -- he'd have worried about being unsanitary -- though cleanliness seemed to be the furthest thing from Lupin's mind as he plunged his tongue in and out, pushing Snape open with every stroke. In desperation Snape reached for a pillow, burying his face -- and his groans -- in it as he raised his hips, thinking he could not bear much more of this yet never wanting Lupin to stop.

Of course he did, finally; with a final long lick, he drew back and Snape heard him spitting into his own hand, then rubbing his cock rhythmically to dampen it. There was a brief, painful burn as the thick head pushed past the ring of muscle that Lupin had been softening with his mouth, but after a moment it faded and Snape pushed himself backward, lifting his head long enough to say, "Do it."

There was nothing exactly like being fucked with nothing but saliva for lubricant. Every move that Lupin made pulled just a little more at him; not hurting, not quite, but the sensation brought him back from the point of near-climax. He grunted into the pillow as Lupin's cock invaded his arse, stretching him wide. One of Lupin's hands was clamped onto his hip, but the other slid around to his prick and began to fist him, sliding up to the top as Lupin pulled back, then down to the base as he penetrated Snape deeply once more. Lupin was breathing harshly, unevenly, and Snape had the clear impression that he would have been talking if he had felt comfortable doing so. Trying to encourage him, Snape muttered, "Fuck, that's good -- harder, yeah, that's it, more..."

"Severus," Lupin groaned as if in anguish, bending his head to press his lips to Snape's shoulderblade and silence himself for a moment. It didn't last, however. A firm tug on the hip brought Snape's knees under himself as Lupin knelt up as well, changing the angle, sending an explosion of pleasure through Snape who could no longer muffle his shout in the pillow. "So good," muttered Lupin. "Wanted this..."

For how long? Snape would have asked if he could have spoken coherently. All he could manage was another cry, then another, as Lupin continued to thrust into him, the friction of near-burn somewhere between pain and delight. Lupin's fingers continued to tug on his prick as he thrust. "I want to feel you come. All over the bed."

Snape could only moan in agreement, almost there, almost, Lupin over him in him around him, pounding his arse, until finally his cock was pulsing in Lupin's hand, hot white spurting down onto the piss-saturated bedcovers, his arse tightening in reaction so that Lupin too gave a deep groan, thrusting hard and shuddering against him, saying his name once more as he came.

Collapsing forward, heedless of the damp filth underneath them, Snape sighed. He could feel a trickle of semen dripping down his thigh as Lupin withdrew and rolled to one side, to Snape's relief; his bladder was uncomfortably full and the weight of the other man put a good deal of pressure on it. Oh, he would be sore after this, but he didn't care. He turned over to face Lupin, who was lying with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths. Snape once again felt the urge to trace the scars on Lupin's body, and when he did so Lupin opened his eyes. "Severus."

"Remus." Snape said the name softly, and Lupin gave a hint of a smile.

"Want a healing spell?" Snape shook his head; perhaps he would later, but at the moment he was not in real pain and the twinges were pleasant reminders. "What about a cleaning spell?"

Now Lupin's expression was distinctly naughty, and Snape raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure what purpose it would serve. When I wish to move, I am going to return the favor."

Lupin's already flushed face turned an even deeper red, but he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes... I want you to," he whispered.

If Snape hadn't just come the expression of hunger on Lupin's face would have had his cock hard in an instant. Perhaps it was because he was a werewolf; Snape had never known anyone else who was even more willing than himself to enjoy the erotic sensuality of pissing. He stroked Lupin's chest and belly once again, feeling him quiver under the touch, before pushing himself up to kneel beside him.

The first few drops came slowly, spattering yellow against the network of white scars. Lupin dabbled his fingers in the liquid and raised them to his nose, sniffing, looking intently at Snape as he licked them off. When Snape let go a little more, directing the stream towards Lupin's cock, Lupin growled his satisfaction and twisted to present more of himself to Snape. Astonishingly he was becoming aroused again already.

"It doesn't take much when the moon is waxing," he explained in a hoarse voice, apparently seeing the surprise on Snape's face and moving his hand to rub the flood all over his cock and balls. Snape was still pissing steadily, his bladder having contained all it could, and Lupin spread his legs to enjoy it, sniffing the air eagerly. "It's strongest in the morning... if you woke me up like this tomorrow, I'd have the urge all day to get on all fours for you..."

Snape wondered why it had never occurred to him before that a werewolf might be more likely than anyone else he knew to respond to this sort of stimulation. By the time Snape had finished soaking him, sighing softly in relief, Lupin was fully hard and spread out wantonly, one leg bent so he could reach his hand behind himself and rub piss everywhere. "I will have to test that tomorrow, you realize," Snape said as he realized that he had just been invited to spend the night. "Although it doesn't look as if you're entirely satisfied now."

"No," agreed Lupin with a hint of laughter in his voice. "Were you offering to do something to help out?"

"Not being a werewolf I'm afraid I don't recover so quickly," said Snape, "but..." He took Lupin's wet prick in his grasp and began to stroke it. Lupin hummed at that, his own finger titillating his tight hole as Snape pulled at him.

With his other hand he reached for Snape, suggesting, "Kneel over me. Over my face." When Snape did, Lupin started to lap at his balls. Snape shivered, his cock displaying an unwontedly rapid renewal of interest in the proceedings. Fucking a werewolf seemed to possess some definite advantages.

Bending lower, he used a nonverbal spell to sanitize Lupin's cock -- he would have put up with the saltiness for as long as it lingered, but he did not trust piss and friction to have wiped away whatever might have remained after being inside Snape's arse. Licking the head, Snape found that he could taste only Lupin's skin and the fluid beginning to well in the slit. He took it into his mouth, sucking gently, while Lupin did the same to one of his testicles.

Pushing Lupin's hand out of the way, Snape reached forward to tease behind the balls and to stroke the hole at the center of the twitching pucker. He was not quite so comfortable using only saliva as a lubricant, and after a moment of concentration, another silent spell had made Lupin considerably more slippery and open to his touch. He released Lupin's cock from his mouth as he slid two fingers in and out, feeling himself recovering more with every stroke of Lupin's tongue and not wanting to bring him over too quickly. He did not want to pass up an opportunity to thrust his cock into that tight hole.

Lupin's groan of pleasure as Snape stretched him was gratifying, and he reciprocated by taking Snape's cock into his mouth nearly to the root, his teeth grazing the skin almost imperceptibly, only enough to make Snape fully hard again. He pulled away then and turned around, trying to decide whether to fuck Lupin from the front or back. The choice was made for him when Lupin lifted his knees high, displaying that enticing entrance fully. Snape rubbed two fingers over Lupin's perineum and then guided his cockhead to rest against the puckered opening. He met Lupin's gaze as he pushed, enjoying the feel of the tight muscles resisting, then relaxing as his cock slid in. He moved slowly, wanting to draw out the sensation as the tight slickness enveloped him, and also suspecting that it had probably been at least as long for Lupin as it had been for himself.

"Yes -- Severus," Lupin groaned when he was fully inside, and then begged, "Fuck me hard. Please."

"All in good time," Snape murmured, beginning to move slowly, letting himself get used to the feeling of that heat surrounding him and the way it clenched and rippled when he slid back and forward again. He was in no hurry to come, and his fingers traveled over Lupin's chest, again following the scar that led to a nipple and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.

Lupin's eyes were half-shut, watching Snape's face and his hand, but he twisted and cursed without closing them. "W-why do the scars fascinate you so?"

"I have uglier ones; they just aren't as easy to see," Snape said after a moment. He wondered what he would look like if Voldemort's Cruciatus had left a mark on the body -- hideous and shriveled, he thought, which was what he had been certain was happening to him when the curse was spoken. Thrusting more shallowly, he bent to suck at the nipple. He liked Lupin's body, he decided; responsive, sensitive, not too thin.

Large-knuckled hands slipped into Snape's hair and Lupin arched his back as Snape's tongue flicked his nipple. "I hate mine." His voice was ragged. "The visible sign of my status."

Snape stopped thrusting to reply, "At least yours have healed." He tilted his head up to suck fiercely for a moment at Lupin's neck. Lupin shifted underneath him, spreading his legs wider and pulling them up so that Snape's cock could penetrate him more readily.

"Not entirely," was Lupin's response. He gasped as Snape again traced a scar, this time with his tongue, from neck back to the other nipple, biting at the tiny nub. The muscles of his arse flexed and clenched around Snape's prick. "Ahh..." he groaned. "Please, Severus."

Snape decided that he liked the way Lupin sounded begging, too. Releasing the nipple, he raised his body on his arms and began to thrust harder, looking down at Lupin's face. The drenched mattress made squelching noises beneath them as he pressed Lupin down; it was arousing to have that constant reminder of what they had done even as he was fucking Lupin, who reached down to hold his legs up, maintaining the angle that allowed Snape to brush his prostate with every stroke. He tried to shift his weight onto one arm so that he could grasp Lupin's cock, but Lupin said, "Not yet. Just like this."

Not such an alpha wolf after all, thought Snape as he sped up his movements, thrusting so vigorously that the bed began to creak. Lupin groaned loudly; Snape wondered whether the neighbors were entertained or whether they had cast silencing charms at their own walls. He was beyond caring; it was enough to let go like this, to sink into this welcoming tight arse and feel Lupin's hands on his back, spurring him on. Lupin's mouth was a rictus, his head thrown back as Snape pumped into him. Snape could feel his orgasm gathering, and hissed when Lupin's nails dug into his skin, the added sensation stimulating him further. "Come for me, Remus," he commanded, wanting to see if Lupin would obey.

One hand dropped away from his back, and Lupin took hold of his straining cock, rubbing it fast and rough, moaning as Snape slammed into him. "Harder," he pleaded, and Snape obliged. The bed wasn't just creaking now; it was thumping against the wall, the beat of it emphasizing the pulsing of his blood.

The sound from Lupin's throat hardly sounded human as he convulsed, spraying hot semen over his own belly and spattering Snape's. Though he wanted to keep looking at Lupin's face, it was more than Snape could withstand, and he was aware of nothing but his cock growing rigid as he shoved in and in and in, ramming Lupin against the pillows below the shaking headboard. When he finally came, he felt Lupin's damp palms on his arse, pulling him close and keeping him there.

Once the room had ceased seeming to vibrate around them, they were a little shy with each other. Lupin's hands slid away from Snape's skin as he withdrew, and for a few minutes they lay on their sides, touching but not embracing, catching their breath. "Oh. You don't have your wand," said Lupin apologetically, reaching for his own, casting Scourgify on the bed and removing the rapidly cooling moisture from the mattress. Smiling a little, he picked up a bottle and passed another to Snape. "Difficult as it is to believe, I'm a little parched from all the yelling."

"Thank you." Snape drank thirstily. He glanced sidelong at Lupin, who was equally intent on his own drink. Sex had not been a priority in his life for a long time... but perhaps he should reconsider that. He ran his thumb up and down along the neck of the bottle, distracted, and jumped when Lupin touched him.

"I did mean it when I suggested you might stay tonight," said Lupin diffidently. "If you'd like to."

The thought of it made Snape feel odd; sleeping in the same narrow bed seemed somehow more intimate than sex, and the cool white sheets of the bed in his own room beckoned. But he found himself nodding nonetheless. "I came in here wearing only a towel," he reminded Lupin. "I will have to creep out rather early, if we are to avoid potential gossip."

"You can pretend you were using the bathroom." Remus smiled as if he was trying not to look overly enthusiastic, but his eyes were bright with pleasure. "Since we do have to share." He hesitated a moment, then asked, "How did you... I'm sure you know that what we've been doing is not an urge that many people share outside of fetish clubs."

"Perhaps it's just that, among the people with whom you socialize, no one will discuss it." Snape raised an eyebrow. He had expected that there was some truth to the notion that werewolves marked territory even as humans.

"If you're suggesting that lycanthropy makes me enjoy being pissed on, I wouldn't know, but I doubt it." Remus looked faintly amused. "I discovered it quite by accident. With a partner too drunk to realize what he was doing at the time."

"It isn't connected to a sense of smell or pheromones?" Blushing a little, Remus shook his head. "Then what?"

Remus fidgeted. "I just... like it. I haven't ever really thought about why. Maybe the intimacy of it, because it's such a taboo that to find someone else willing to do it brings you close, at least for the duration." Now Remus's face was red indeed, as if he wasn't sure that Snape would appreciate that explanation. "But I like the way it feels, sensually, too... the heat and wetness and even the smell, but not in a wolfish way. At least I don't think so. What about you -- how did you find out, and how did you guess I'd be interested, tonight?"

Snape knew now that it would be a mistake to try to explain or even joke about wolves and marking behavior. "You knew I was watching you in the bathroom. You made no attempt to hide. And you were, shall we say, somewhat less than horrified at my interest." He paused at the amused twinkle in Lupin's eyes. Had Lupin truly been desperate, or had he guessed somehow, and come into the bathroom while Snape was in the tub to see what developed?

His suspicion must have shown on his face, because Lupin quickly said, "You'd been in the tub for a long time -- you deserved that interruption, even if it had offended you." He smiled again. "And you didn't answer my question. Clearly you've done this before?"

It was Snape's turn to blush and fidget. "I suppose I discovered it by accident too," he said. "I was... someone tickled me."

"Someone tickled you?" Lupin's eyebrows shot up.

"In a bathtub, fortunately, or it might have been even more humiliating." Snape felt his face burning, remembering the amusement on the face of Regulus Black, after Snape had done him the favor of sneaking him into the prefect's bathroom. "I hadn't been to the loo, and he was merciless. I, ah, I lost control. And sprayed him. And tried to hide it beneath the water but he..." Squirming, Snape tried to avert his entire face. "He pulled me up. I thought he was going to be disgusted, but he liked it. And things progressed from there."

"I see," said Lupin, his tones thoughtful. "I've only infrequently had the opportunity. The partner I had who was so drunk... when he did realize, later, he wasn't willing to do it again. And only once or twice since have I been with someone who was. So... this was a rare treat for me." He was still flushed, but the smile he turned on Snape was brilliant. "Thank you, Severus."

That was so unexpected that Snape found himself choking on his beer. "I, ah... you're welcome, I suppose," he said once he could speak again. "And I should thank you in return." He reached out to clasp Lupin's hand. "The one we both have to be grateful to, though, is Minerva."

"Why?"

"For making me attend this conference," growled Snape. "If she hadn't browbeaten me into coming..."

"Me, too," Lupin confessed. Their eyes met. "You don't suppose..."

"Officially, she doesn't even know that I have been involved with men." Unofficially, Snape was not certain that that was still true; there had been one evening with a great deal of firewhisky and conversation when he was certain he had been rather indiscreet about his past, but he hoped she remembered the discussion as hazily as he did. "I think she merely hoped that we would put aside our differences and get along."

"Then we will be able to report success." Lupin smiled warmly. "I will tell her that you were more amenable to sharing a bathroom with a Gryffindor than I could have hoped."

II.

Lupin often woke repeatedly in the night, a holdover from the days when he had been staying with Fenrir's pack and it had not been safe to sleep too deeply. When he stirred the first time, hearing breathy snoring next to him, reaching out to touch warm skin, it took him a minute to remember why. Severus. He smiled to himself and went back to sleep.

The second time it was not his own nightmares that awakened him, but Snape's restless tossing and murmuring. He laid a hand on the other man's shoulder and Snape calmed, curling closer and beginning to snore again.

Pale early morning light was creeping through the curtains the third time Lupin woke, far too early for his preference. Snape was gone. The stab of hurt that Lupin felt surprised him; there was no reason why Snape should have stayed, really, in fact it was better that they be discreet. Nonetheless, when the door clicked open and Snape slipped back inside, he was more than pleased.

Snape was carrying shoes and some other items of clothing that he draped over the rickety chair. He shrugged out of the robe he had put on, then moved across the room while Lupin rolled onto his back to look up at him.

"You're awake." Snape made the declaration with a certain amount of regret, as if he had been hoping to sneak back into the narrow bed without being caught. Instead he sat on an edge somewhat stiffly until Lupin leaned over to stroke his arm.

"So are you." A faint headache was threatening behind Lupin's eyes, but he managed a smile. Snape held out his hand, revealing a small bottle. "What's this?"

"The remedy for cocktail receptions. It will clear your head, settle your stomach, freshen your breath, and remove the red from your eyes."

Taking the bottle with a broader smile, Lupin asked, "If it's so efficacious, Severus, why haven't you left teaching and gone into business selling it? Doubtless you could make a fortune."

"Some of the ingredients are not precisely Ministry-approved." With a laugh, Lupin removed the stopper and sniffed. The potion smelled sweet, with traces of mint and maybe licorice. He swallowed it in a single gulp and immediately felt the headache recede. "Potions conferences are far more educational than those on the Dark Arts, you know."

"Are they? I would say that this one has proved quite educational, so far. If perhaps not in the way that the organizers intended." He gave the bottle back to Snape and propped himself on his elbow. "That potion is marvelous."

"Thank you." Snape still looked wary and a little uncomfortable.

"It can't be later than six, can it?" Lupin yawned. "Don't tell me you have to be up and going this early. I'm sure that breakfast won't even be available for a couple of hours... won't you come back to bed?"

Snape nodded, a single jerk of his chin, and slid under the sheet. His skin was cool when Lupin touched it. "I think you made me an offer last night."

"Did I?" Lupin shivered involuntarily, deliciously, but Snape's eyes narrowed as if he thought that he was being mocked.

"You know you did." Throwing a leg over Lupin, Snape swung himself on top and rested on elbows and knees above him.

"I do know," Lupin agreed in a thick, constrained voice. Now that he knew what was coming, he was quivering in anticipation. "Please."

"Please what?"

Oh, so Snape was going to make him say it. "Piss on me. All over me. Please."

Taking his prick in his hand, Snape looked down at Lupin before releasing a golden arc onto his belly. He moved the stream up Lupin's chest, wetting the hair, the strong scent of it wafting to Lupin's nose. Lupin moved his hand to touch the wetness and heard himself whine as Snape sprayed his skin, now turning the flow of piss back towards Lupin's groin, where his cock was hardening rapidly.

He could see himself reflected in Snape's dark eyes and suddenly wondered if Snape could read his thoughts -- Dumbledore had once mentioned that Snape was skilled at both Legilimency and Occlumency, useful abilities when he was spying for the Order against Voldemort. He wasn't sure he wanted Snape to know what he was thinking, and strengthened his own mental barriers just in case.

"Will you really follow me all day?" Snape's voice was harsh, rasping. He must have been almost finished; Lupin could feel that the flow was slowing to a trickle, splattering his thighs, and regretted it.

"I'd probably have followed you all day anyway," he admitted and watched Snape's eyes widen as he dribbled himself empty. A yellow drop was hanging from the head of the twitching cock, and Lupin strained upward to lick it off, feeling the warm shaft stiffen against his lips. Sliding his hands around Snape's hips, he shifted into a sitting position, wriggling awkwardly to let his own erection pop up between his legs. "Right now I want something else for breakfast."

He pushed back the foreskin, took the cock into his mouth and sucked it, bringing it to full hardness while he rubbed the moisture covering him over his own prick and balls. Snape let out a long breath, then inhaled and moaned. "I won't last long if you do that."

It was what Lupin had expected -- he never lasted long in the morning himself, and given how uncomfortable his arse was from the hard fucking Snape had given him the night before, he imagined that Snape was feeling rather sore as well. "Come in my mouth. Want to taste it," he muttered before taking the silky head between his lips again. He licked under the foreskin, tasting the muskiness there, and ran his tongue over the slit which was now leaking something quite different from the piss that had flooded out of it only moments ago. With his free hand he steadied the base and began to play with Snape's balls, tugging gently at the loose skin as Snape gasped and steadied himself with his hands on Lupin's shoulders.

"Remus," he muttered, his hips thrusting, not too deeply, so that Lupin was able to keep his teeth out of the way and let his throat relax as much as he could. He'd worked hard to overcome his gag reflex and was rather pleased that he could take in nearly all of Snape's cock. He moaned around the hard shaft, letting go of his own to stroke the skin of Snape's bum.

Snape moaned too, arching closer, sliding one hand across Lupin's back to rest in his hair. Indeed, he did not last long; a couple of minutes of sliding in and out of Lupin's throat, with Lupin's fingers rubbing over the bollocks and teasing behind them, were enough to make him go rigid and fill Lupin's mouth with thick bitter cream. "Remus -- fuck, Remus," he choked out the instant before, so that Lupin knew to expect it, and he drew back to swallow, keeping his lips sealed around the swollen cock-head.

When he glanced up he expected to see Snape with his head thrown back or his eyes clenched shut, but Snape was peering down at him, mouth hanging open as he panted, fingers moving in Lupin's hair. Pulling his mouth free with a last lick, Lupin smiled at him. "All right?"

"That would be putting it mildly," Snape replied as he sank down from his knees, reaching to replace Lupin's fingers on his own cock. Their gazes locked and again Lupin had the impression that Snape was seeing more than the color of his eyes.

Pushing back, he found that Snape was not blocking him, and then he found himself sharing a rather detailed fantasy of himself sitting over Snape and wanking onto his face. He raised his eyebrows, and Snape nodded firmly. "If you don't mind?"

"Not at all." Lupin had never considered sharing a sexual fantasy this way; there was something graceful about it, he decided, that he rather liked. Snape sat back and then lay down, his gaze following Lupin as he moved to kneel over him, resting on his heels so that he was poised over Snape's chest.

"Yes," Snape breathed, watching intently as Lupin began to stroke himself. He had already been close to coming, so he tried to be slow, to put on a bit of a show for Snape, beginning by running his fingers lightly down the shaft, tracing the vein underneath. His blood was pounding so hard he thought that Snape must be able to hear it. Then he toyed with his foreskin, dragging it up and down over the head of his cock, spreading the wetness that was beginning to leak from it. One finger grazed over the damp head so that Lupin could raise it to his mouth and taste the fluid; then he touched it again so he could offer Snape the fingertip to suck.

The tug of Snape's mouth on his finger made Lupin's cock throb, which reminded him that he had not emptied his bladder yet this morning and he'd drunk more than Snape the night before. Maybe, he thought, Snape would let him come on him and then wash the semen away with a golden shower... he heard Snape groan and understood abruptly that Snape had seen those images form in his mind. Pushing back again, he saw Snape's willingness, his desire to be held down and marked, then followed just as Lupin had threatened to follow him, not only master but prey...

Lupin scarcely had time to grunt a warning before he spurted onto Snape's cheek, only just missing his eye. The Legilimency between them was severed when Snape let his lashes fall shut, but the two of them were arching and crying out together, and Lupin did not think he had ever felt so close to anyone during sex. When the spasms had stopped and he could see Snape clearly again, he saw that he was lying with his eyes still shut and the corners of his mouth turned up very slightly, as if in hopeful expectation.

Still half-hard, Lupin needed a minute before he could coax his bladder to release its burden and the flow made his cock tingle as it passed out the tip. He groaned again, spilling piss over Snape's cheek, soaking it and the dark hair spread on the mattress.

Snape grunted as the hot liquid touched him, bringing up his hand to clench Lupin's knee and quivering. Lupin aimed carefully, making certain that the piss rinsed away each drop of white that he had left on Snape's cheek and ear, sluicing it down onto the mattress. "Ah..." Snape licked his lips when Lupin had finished, tasting where a few droplets had clung. He opened his eyes at last and shared the satisfaction, the pleasure he had felt, through that wordless gaze.

"This is what sex should be like." Lupin didn't realize he had said the words aloud, rather than just thinking them, until Snape threw up his mental barriers. Did he not agree, or was he too proud to say that a kinky encounter with a werewolf was what he enjoyed? Or perhaps... perhaps he was afraid of it? That much Lupin could understand. He was, too, if he stopped to consider. Suddenly uneasy, with the beginnings of shame heating his features, he slid from Snape's body and reached for his wand, wanting to remove the evidence.

"Wait." Lupin glanced back at the low command, watching Snape lift himself up on his elbows. "I did not mean to... to offend."

"You didn't offend, Severus." He had found the wand, and returned slowly back to the bed with it, smiling a little. "Maybe it was too much, too soon."

"Perhaps." Snape met his eyes, but the barrier was still there and Lupin regretted it. He had not been offended, that was true, but he was sorry that there was again a distance between them when he had briefly felt so close.

"Scourgify." In an instant all the fluids were gone, the sheets dry and clean, no trace even of the smell left. Lupin perched on the edge of the mattress. A stray thought struck him, and he chuckled.

"What is so funny?" asked Snape, his tone edged with wariness.

"I was just thinking that being a wizard is awfully convenient for indulging this sort of predilection. Muggles must have to restrict themselves to bathtubs, or use rubberized sheets or something," Lupin explained.

"I believe there are Muggle clubs dedicated specifically to this activity. Plastic furniture, plastic floors... everything can be washed down in the wee hours."

Laughing softly again, this time at the turn of phrase, Lupin wondered how Snape had made this discovery. "I wouldn't want to be the cleaning staff. Have you been inside one of these clubs?"

"Once. I admit I was curious. I did not stay. What I witnessed was vulgar, impersonal, and rather repulsive."

"I've never wanted to do this with a stranger, either. But then, I've also never had any interest in picking up men in pubs." Snape glanced at him curiously, and Lupin thought he was not shutting him out quite so much. "There has to be some... I don't know. I suppose you were right and we've never been the sort to get drunk together. But I wanted to, with you."

"Get drunk with me, or play pissing games?"

"The latter."

"Why me?" Snape sounded startled.

"Good question," Lupin admitted, shifting to lie next to Snape, propping himself up on one arm. "Perhaps because you always seemed so controlled... even when we were both still in school, and certainly since. Those robes-of-a-hundred-buttons you choose to wear: so restrained, such a barrier. I wasn't even sure if you were queer. It was a kind of ultimate fantasy, to think about how someone like you might act if you were willing to get really dirty. I never thought you would actually have any interest, though, until I saw you watching me in the bathroom last night. I've been in gay bars, and men check out each other all the time there... but you weren't just looking at my cock, it was the fact that I was pissing, too."

Snape appeared to be rather mortified, not at having been caught watching Lupin piss, but at having made his wishes so transparent. He had been relaxed in the tub, and bored, and Lupin had not missed the references to werewolves and marking; perhaps Snape had never given him a thought before the situation presented itself. But Snape said, "You thought about me that way when we were in school?"

"Sometimes."

"I assumed that you despised me as much as your friends did."

"I never despised you. And I make no excuses for what did... I never have. But I was not involved in their pranks, though I should have done more to try to stop them." Lupin paused, looking at Snape's downturned expression. "I have never understood why you were so curious about me. Where I went each month."

"At first I didn't think about it when you disappeared. But after a year or two I started to notice, and wonder. You often seemed ill, not before you left, but when you came back -- tired, pale, sometimes bandaged. It didn't add up." Snape shrugged.

"But why would you care about me? It's not as if there wasn't a good deal to keep your mind occupied. And I was friends with James and Sirius..."

"That's right, you were. I suppose it was a challenge. If I could find out something secret out about you, maybe I could take you away from them." Snape's face was red. "Pettigrew wasn't worth the effort. You seemed like you might be."

"Might be?"

"A friend," Snape said shortly, still looking away. "Even though you ran with that little group of Gryffindors, you always seemed different. Set apart. I thought perhaps we might have that in common." Snape glanced back at him. "I never imagined that your secret was so drastic."

"And once you knew it, you didn't want to be my friend anymore." Now it was Lupin's turn to look away.

"Don't flatter yourself that it was your lycanthropy that made me realize we could never be friends." Snape's voice had gone cold and hard. "Your 'friend' Sirius Black nearly allowed you to attack me. What do you think would have happened if his little plan had succeeded? Yet you insisted that it was only a prank."

"I can only apologize so many times." Lupin met Snape's glare in full, surprised that although his face was taut with remembered anger, his barriers were lower than they had been. "There are many things I would choose differently if I had my life to live again. We can't undo those. We can only decide not to make the same mistakes again."

"Are you lecturing me?"

"I'm -- I suppose I'm asking." Lupin took a deep breath. "We're colleagues. I've wanted us to be friends. I'd like us to be more than friends. This is the best sex I've had in... maybe forever. Is what you want here entirely physical? Because I want to be your lover." He kept his eyes on Snape's, deliberately leaving his mind open to let the truth be read.

"Why?" Snape's voice was harsh, but he did not look away. "Sex with you was... good, yes. And I am quite happy to continue it, if you wish. Isn't that enough?"

"Strange though it may seem, Severus, I like you. We do have a great deal in common, one way and another," said Lupin patiently, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "I'm not asking for a lifetime commitment, which would be ridiculous. Just... something more than a quick shag now and again."

He saw Snape swallow. "I -- let me consider. This has all been entirely unexpected."

"Fair enough," Lupin nodded, and gave an ingenuous smile. "Do you mind if I follow you around all day, though?"

A snort was Snape's only reply.

III.

In the event, Lupin had not, in fact, followed Snape around all day. At luncheon Snape had been cornered by several young American witches who batted their eyes at him and asked what it had been like to spy for Voldemort, trapping him into sitting at their table as the others quickly filled. Then Lupin had spoken in a panel on vampires and werewolves in the afternoon. Snape would have liked to attend that, but a Nestor Andreakos from Corinth was giving a talk at the same time on the uses of the herb silphium to counter lingering effects of Dark Magic potions, and Pomona Sprout had asked Snape particularly to say hello for her and to ask Andreakos where she might obtain some cuttings.

He and Lupin did manage to sit near enough each other at dinner for Lupin to lift his glass discreetly in Snape's direction and raise his eyebrows with a flick of a glance in the direction of their rooms. Snape nodded very slightly, his heart pounding as if he were still the inexperienced schoolboy he had been when he first began to notice Lupin. He had refrained from emptying his bladder since midafternoon, so that by the time Lupin tapped at his door, Snape was quite uncomfortably full and hoping that Lupin would not want to delay. "Come in," he responded.

"Good evening, Severus." Lupin slipped inside, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. He was still wearing his formal robes, as Snape was, and Snape noticed that the black cloth was fading brownish and frayed along the hem. He supposed that Lupin was still catching up from years of unemployment; either that or he simply didn't care about appearances.

Lupin's smile, though, more than made up for any faults in his attire. "Remus." Snape stood up and took the few steps needed to reach him, heedless of the way such haste might make him seem needy, even weak.

Still smiling, Lupin reached out and caught his arms, pulling him close. His voice was low and throaty when he spoke. "I thought that meal would never end. And earlier you seemed quite occupied by all those young ladies." There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Did you learn anything interesting?"

"I learned that anticipation does not make the day pass any more quickly." Lupin's laugh sounded pleased, though perhaps it only seemed that way because Snape felt it on his skin as the werewolf leaned in to press a kiss below his ear and then suck on the earlobe. "You didn't follow me."

"I was afraid I'd have an erection all through my talk if I did."

"Even so, you misled me. I believe you may need to be punished."

Lupin's breath caught and his eyes widened. "What do you mean to do?"

Cocking his head, Snape gauged the eagerness of Lupin's expression. "I was thinking of a spanking." His prick hardened at the thought of Lupin naked across his lap. "And I might piss on you at the same time."

"Ah." Lupin licked his lips. "I think you're correct, Severus. That kind of punishment would certainly be in order for my failure to follow you as I said I would."

With a tug at Lupin's faded robes, Snape ordered, "Take these off. Wouldn't want to ruin them." Immediately Lupin began to shrug out of his clothing and Snape stepped back to let him move away from the door. He looked down at his own robes, recalling what Lupin had said about his robes of a hundred buttons and feeling rather self-conscious. "Did you honestly assume that the buttons on my clothing held clues to my sexual proclivities?"

"Don't they?" Lupin's smile had become rather wicked. "Leave the robes on. Just take out your cock."

For a moment Snape stared, and then, feeling absurd, unfastened just the lower part of his vest and his trousers. His plumper-than-usual cock dangled at an awkward angle against the black fabric, twitching like a flobberworm. The cool air against his skin made his desire to relieve himself even more acute. "One moment," he said, pulling out his wand to cast a Silencing Charm. "We may have forgotten last night, but I don't think the entire conference needs to know what's going on in here."

"Not really," agreed Lupin. He reached to touch the head of Snape's cock, and Snape shivered and let out a tiny spurt of urine, just a few drops, before with an iron will he held the rest back and caught Lupin's hand, pulling him toward the bed as he sat down.

"Over my knees."

Lupin let the last of his clothing fall to the floor and came quickly to bend over Snape's lap. There were fewer scars on his back and bum than on his chest, Snape noticed. He traced several of them, getting a feel for the werewolf's skin, before drawing his hand back and giving him an experimental smack. Lupin let out a little grunt and Snape spanked him again. "S'good... you've done this before..."

The pressure of Lupin's body against his belly and the distraction of the thickening shaft prodding at his thigh, along with the extreme discomfort of trying to hold back the full bladder he desperately needed to release, made Snape's cock squirt out another jet of piss. He reached between his legs, holding the leaking organ against Lupin's belly, and from below sprayed a hard stream onto him, sighing in relief. As his other hand came down again and again on the now-pink buttocks, the spray stuttered in intensity with each slap.

Snape had stopped spanking before he stopped pissing, for Lupin was crying out and writhing over his lap, fully hard. He slid his fingers down the crevice between Lupin's buttocks to tease the hole and the backs of his balls. "I don't think this was a punishment for you at all."

"Ah," gasped Lupin, twisting his head to look up at Snape and shuddering as the last of Snape's urine spurted against him and Snape's fingertip slipped into his arse. "Perhaps not."

Raising his eyebrows, Snape rubbed over the piss-damp skin of Lupin's chest and pinched one nipple, hard. With a moan, the man in his lap jolted his hips against Snape's leg. "You've also done this before." He gave Lupin's arse another spank.

"I love this. But I didn't want you to have... expectations." A soft moan burst from Lupin's throat and he ground down against Snape's leg as if to remind him that he had a very rigid cock. His own prick was hard too, up against Lupin's belly, now that he had finished pissing. "May I assume this was not punishment for you either?"

A montage of images flashed through Snape's mind, returning again and again to one particular vision that involved green silk cords and a polished mahogany paddle. "It was not. I enjoy it from both sides." He spared a thought for the small collection of items that he kept in his rooms, safely in a case spelled to open to his hand only. He could visualize Lupin in a black harness, his prick restrained by the tight leather, another strap nestled between his buttocks to hold a plug, his nipples pinched by silver dragon clamps.

The image made Snape's cock throb. This conference would be over after tomorrow; then they would both be back at Hogwarts, and he realized that without consciously thinking about it, he was assuming that this association was indeed going to continue. Lupin's expression had become more calculated, and Snape realized too late that he had made no effort to guard his thoughts. "What do you like, Severus? From both sides, you said?"

Snape's imagination leapt to life again. He had been vaguely disappointed when Lupin explained that his urge to piss during sex games had nothing to do with being a werewolf; he had been harboring vague fantasies of being pinned down, growled at, things he had trouble admitting even to himself. "I don't object to being restrained," he began.

"Don't object, or actually like?" Lupin interrupted, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Do be precise, Severus."

Glowering, Snape said, "I like it. I like being unable to move. Satisfied?"

"Mm." Lupin began running his fingers along Snape's arm. "What else?"

"You already know that I like to be pissed on, and to return the favor."

"So you do," said Lupin with a knowing smile. "But at the moment it would be... hard... for me to indulge you in that. You're wet enough already, so perhaps later." He patted the saturated fabric of Snape's robes, then slid off the bed and pulled his wand out of the tangle of his own clothing. "But the other..." He flicked it at Snape, who found himself lifted up off the mattress and flipped around in midair. "Incarcerous!"

Thin cords wrapped around Snape's wrists. He was tugged back against the head of the narrow bed, kneeling, his hands bound to the headboard; he could feel the mattress dip under Lupin's weight as the other man crawled up behind him. "I like it from both sides too," he growled in Snape's ear, and ran his hand along Snape's back before giving him a stinging slap on the buttocks, through his robes.

Snape cried out involuntarily, but in surprise, rather than from the force of the blow -- it had been only sharp, not brutal, and the cloth diminished the effect. "This is no good." Lupin tugged at Snape's robes, pulling them upward and draping the loose fabric over Snape's shoulders and arms, then hauled down his trousers, baring his arse. "Much better," he added approvingly, slipping his fingers between Snape's thighs to nudge his balls before drawing back and smacking him again.

This time Lupin's hand made contact with skin, and though the slap had not been particularly harder than the first, it sent vibrations through Snape's entire body. "More," he choked out, and Lupin obliged, spanking him several more times on both buttocks before returning his fingers between Snape's legs to tease the tight hole there.

"I think I'd like to fuck you like this," he growled, scraping his teeth against Snape's shoulder blade just enough to make Snape break out in goose bumps. "With most of your buttons intact. Do you ever free just your prick and let yourself come without loosening another thread? I'll bet you do."

"Yes," Snape admitted with a groan.

"You probably don't even undo more than one or two buttons on your trousers... I'll bet that you like the way it feels then -- the fabric tight around you as you're wanking. I'd love to watch you at it, with your prick poking out, all by itself, on display." Lupin nipped at Snape's ear. "Put a cockring on you and attach a chain to it."

Snape moaned again at the image, spreading his legs as best he could as Lupin's fingertip circled over his dry opening, his cock pressed between the cool unyielding wood in front of him and the hot damp skin of his belly. "Yes, Remus." He knew that he was begging, and he didn't care -- it had been much too long since he had been with someone who would play such games, turn and turn about, the way he liked them.

"Tonight we do this properly. Madefacio!" The dry skin at the back of his balls was suddenly slippery, and Remus' fingertip swirled inward, narrowing its trajectory until it had slipped inside Snape. "What about here? Do you act like you have a stick up your arse sometimes because you do? Have I ever seen you sitting in your formal robes with a plug pressing on you right... here?"

Thank Merlin for the Silencing Charm; Snape might have summoned the wizard in the next room with the cry that tore from his throat as Lupin's fingers grazed his prostate. Snape had never dared to wear a plug in public while Dumbledore had been alive, certain that the twinkling eyes of the Headmaster would see precisely what he had done, and since he had been back, he had faced enough distractions. "No," he grunted. "Next staff meeting... I will if you will."

Lupin chuckled, low and sensual, as he withdrew his hand and then plunged in again. "I have, Severus. Should I have told you?"

The sweat beginning to bead on his forehead trickled down the side of his temple as Snape nodded. "I'd have -- liked -- to know that," he gasped, his arse rippling under Lupin's movements.

"It makes those long, dull discussions of how to arrange the schedule far more pleasurable." Lupin slipped his free hand around Snape's chest and used his fingernails to scratch, not too gently, across one nipple. "As I think you'll find."

He must be up to four fingers, Snape thought through a fog of almost intolerable pleasure as Lupin's hand twisted against him, provoking a groan that seemed to rise from the earth itself. He didn't dare ask Lupin to put the whole thing in -- those nails were a warning sign, and it had been many years since Snape had done that, he was sure his body was not ready yet. But the knowledge that Lupin might be thinking about it was enough to make Snape shudder in pleasure. If Lupin had played with plugs, he might very well have been on the receiving end of a man's entire hand... likely he knew what he was doing, possibly he would even let Snape do it to him.

"You're thinking about having my fist inside you, aren't you," Lupin whispered, scissoring the fingers, and Snape cried out again. He was sure Lupin had not seen it in his mind -- there was no Legilimency between them now -- he had simply guessed. "Do you like to feel full? Have you ever taken a piss enema?"

"Fuck," Snape choked out, "fuck me, Remus, fuck me, please."

He half-expected Lupin to refuse, to keep him in this state of tormented near-bliss, but Lupin's fingers slid out of his arse almost immediately and he barely had time to feel empty before the head of Lupin's cock was there in its place, shoving through the puckered flesh to fill him again. Lupin gave a deep grunt as he thrust, holding on to Snape's shoulders, scratching them slightly with the tightness of his grip. Snape could smell the scent of his own filth, faint on Lupin's hand after the spell he had cast but still there, mingled with that of piss on the fabric tangled around his knees; all overlaid with the thick aroma of musk and sweat from both Lupin and himself. He was so hard that if he could have touched himself he would have come, but his hands were still bound to the headboard and Lupin made no move to touch his cock, only rubbing the roughness of his cheek against Snape's back as he pumped.

"Please," he groaned again. Almost immediately he felt tightness constricting his erection, but it was not from Lupin's hand stroking him; Lupin had conjured his tie from where he had dropped it when he undressed and the stiffly ironed fabric had wound itself around Snape's erection. It was constraining him just too firmly at the base to allow him to ejaculate. "Oh fuck," he began to chant, feeling the tie generate heat with its friction as it rubbed on his skin, "fuck, Lupin, please, Lupin..." There was a roar behind him, and he felt Lupin go rigid, making Snape's arse throb with the pulse of Lupin's orgasm. Clamping down his muscles as best he could, Snape gritted his teeth and tried to ride it out, hoping that now Lupin would finally let him come.

He felt Lupin's cock slide out of him, leaving behind a welcome soreness and the maddening not-quite-itch of semen trickling down his thigh; felt Lupin's lips on his neck, teeth biting only gently -- Lupin wouldn't risk any more than that, Snape was certain; felt Lupin's fingers pinching both nipples at once, but nothing for his cock, only the tight silk of the tie still binding him. "Stay where you are, Severus," Lupin whispered in his ear, and Snape bowed his head and held still as a Finite Incantatem released his hands. "You won't come till I tell you, will you?"

"No," Snape tried to say, but the word caught in his throat. He cleared it and repeated, "No."

"Good." The mattress shifted as Lupin backed away, leaving Snape still kneeling, arms outstretched. He bit his lip, his cock pressed against the headboard, praying that he could keep his word. A moment later Lupin was back, and something was being wrapped around Snape's head. A blindfold. Likely another tie -- one of his own, since they were in his room and the one he had worn all day still hung around his neck along with his soiled robes. Once Snape's eyes were completely covered, Lupin said, "All right. Sit back. Turn and lean against the wall."

Groping on the damp mattress, Snape managed to twist himself around without falling off the bed, pressing up against the headboard with his bound cock sticking up between his thighs. From the weight shifting on the mattress, he knew that Lupin was crawling closer. Then he felt the tie being carefully unwound, and, a moment later, a cool breeze being blown over the skin of his cock. He shuddered softly as he felt a tongue being drawn along the vein. "Surprise," said Lupin softly, breath heating Snape's balls before he shifted back again. Snape felt a hot stream pour over his cock and belly at the same moment he heard the hissing noise.

He yelped -- that was the only word for it -- it felt so good, so much what he wanted needed craved right now, the intimacy of being used this way by someone who took as much pleasure from it as he did. His prick quivered under the flow and it took every ounce of his will not to come, not to let go until Lupin told him that he could, and he whimpered unashamed, his hands clenching the edges of the mattress as Lupin's piss continued to rain down on him. "If you could only see yourself now," he heard Lupin's voice murmur distantly. "So enticing..." Then he sensed Lupin leaning closer so that their cocks touched, and Lupin said hoarsely, "Come for me, Severus."

A strangled sound that might have been "Remus" escaped Snape's throat as his cock pulsed at Lupin's command. It seemed to go on forever, each tremor soothed by the hot flow of urine, and Snape felt Lupin's arms close around him. He reached back, clutching at Lupin, feeling the smooth back interrupted by the creases of scars beneath his fingers, kissing the warm chest that pressed his cheek. It was easier with the blindfold to moan again, turning up his face to be kissed and feeling Lupin's mouth descend to claim his lips.

After a moment he felt Lupin unfastening the clothing that was still wrapped around Snape's upper body, tossing the wet robes and soiled shirt aside. Lupin slipped a finger inside the blindfold near Snape's ear. "Shall I take this off, or may I leave it on for a few minutes?"

"If you'd like," Snape answered hoarsely. He couldn't imagine what Lupin had in mind at the moment; he felt utterly spent and somewhat... well, blissful. He tried to rouse the suspicion he had always felt toward Lupin: what if he decided to bite and scratch like Greyback? But the idea seemed absurd, and he felt himself relaxing, sliding to lie on the bed as Lupin Scourgified the pillow, Snape, the mattress, and presumably himself.

Then Lupin slid over him again, running his fingers through Snape's hair. "I've never seen you so relaxed."

"I don't remember the last time I was," Snape answered, startled into honesty. In some odd way the blindfold made it seem safe to talk. "It's... very pleasant."

"Good." Lupin's breath puffed over his face and neck in a churring laugh. "I'd hate to think this conference had been an unpleasant experience for you."

"The conference itself? Possibly. But this..." Snape stroked again along Lupin's back. "Not at all." He really would have to do something discreet to thank Minerva for making him attend, he decided. Perhaps a bottle of her favorite single-malt.

He felt Lupin shift against him, and warm lips touched his own. Snape surrendered to the kiss, though it was more affectionate than passionate; he knew that he would need some time to recover from the extraordinary orgasm Lupin had given him. He liked the sticky way the hairs on Lupin's calves caught and pulled at his own and the way he could feel Lupin's smile against his mouth.

"We can try, at Hogwarts," he muttered, grateful for the blindfold.

"Try subtle misbehavior at staff meetings?"

"Well, that. But you said you wanted to be my lover."

"I did say that, didn't I." Lupin was silent for a minute, unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest and the rapid heartbeat that Snape could feel pounding under Lupin's skin. "I do." His cock stirred against Snape's thigh -- the waxing moon, he'd said yesterday, and Snape wondered if that meant Lupin would be less aggressively passionate when it waned.

Fingers fumbled at the tie around his head. Snape blinked when the light struck his face; Lupin's was only inches from his own, his eyes intent. Tentatively Snape reached out with his mind, and found that Lupin was not blocking his memories. With you has been the best, ever, those memories implied, and Snape found himself both flattered and uneasy. "I'm not a kind person," he reminded Lupin. "An ex-Death Eater -- most of whose students and colleagues think him a real bastard."

"And a werewolf is such a prize?"

Lupin had a point. Snape's mouth stretched into a dry smile. "The lycanthropy would be easier to overlook if you were not a Gryffindor."

Lupin chuckled, leaning forward to kiss him again. "We are reputed to be loyal, you know," he said lightly. "Severus, if you were resisting because you have issues with exclusivity..."

It was Snape's turn to snort. "Exclusivity is hardly a problem. Most of the offers I receive come from people like that friendly group at lunch, whose interest is truly frightening." After the war, he had received some ludicrous love letters from witches who had read about him in The Daily Prophet and had developed a misguided sense of his bravery and inner torment. He knew that his own mail was nothing compared to Potter's, and at one time it had almost been enough to make him feel sympathy for the Chosen One.

"So you're saying I'm only the best that you could hope to find?"

Lupin's eyes twinkled slightly, reminding Snape of someone he couldn't place in this context. "I'm saying that I'm pleased we found each other, as you know perfectly well," he protested.

"You'll have to excuse me for feeling rather playful." Lupin looked amused. "This has been altogether a most unanticipated and delightful occasion. Nothing like what I expected."

"Nor I." Snape was unprepared to admit yet that sex with Lupin had been, if not the absolute best he had ever had, certainly among the leading contenders. Nor was he prepared to say that, in fact, exclusivity sounded rather appealing. "I imagine we should be discreet once we are back at Hogwarts, however."

"Discreet. Yes." Lupin's tones were flat, and Snape realized that he had been misunderstood.

"I was not suggesting that we lie to inquisitive colleagues," he clarified. "Merely that I have always found public displays of affection to be in poor taste, so it would be inappropriate for me to indulge in them myself."

"I assure you, Severus, I had no intention of trying to nibble on your ear at dinner." The merriment returned to Lupin's eyes, and Snape found he rather liked it there. "Moreover, I suspect that Minerva would bar us from future staff meetings if she knew what we had been discussing."

Snape blushed deeply at the thought of the Headmistress learning the details of his sexual proclivities. "Breathe so much as a hint, Lupin, and I will make you regret it. My rooms are in the dungeon... not all the medieval equipment has been discarded."

"Really?" grinned Lupin. "Are there shackles in the walls?"

"You're going to have to wait to find out." Smugly, Snape returned the smile. "And in the meantime... what are we going to do about this?" Reaching down, his fingers closed around Lupin's twitching cock.

Lupin groaned and eased onto his side, giving Snape better access. "Did you have something in mind?"

"Not really." Snape felt over the loose hairy skin of Lupin's scrotum. Oh, yes, sometime he would like to truss Lupin in supple black leather. That would be a rare sight -- but it would have to wait for another day. He considered whether he could take being fucked by Lupin twice in such a short span, and decided that the discomfort would be greater than the pleasure. Instead he turned his body around. Lupin had indeed Scourgified himself, so Snape licked delicately across the soft skin of Lupin's cock-head, tasting just the first hint of fluid in the slit. No scars here. He took just the head in his mouth and sucked more firmly.

"Severus..." Lupin clutched at Snape's hips, and a wet tongue touched his still-soft prick, which gave a faint shiver but was not quite recovered enough to become erect. Which was just as well; it prevented Snape from becoming too distracted as he brought Lupin to full hardness with his lips and tongue. The hair that surrounded Lupin's cock was turning gray, like the hair on Lupin's head, yet his metabolism gave him the responsiveness of a much younger man.

Snape wondered what the wolf's cock looked like -- how large it was, whether it was covered in a furry sheath like a dog's when it wasn't erect -- then felt embarrassed for thinking about it and relieved that there was no Legilimency between them now. His own cock had inexplicably hardened at the thought and was nudging back at Lupin's teasing tongue. He paused to push a few strands of lank hair out of his eyes before leaning forward again and taking as much as he could of Lupin's cock into his mouth. When he let his teeth scrape lightly along the shaft, he felt Lupin shudder, trying to thrust but incapable at that angle.

Then Lupin licked at him, lapping almost -- like a wolf, Snape thought, and again felt a frisson of excitement at the idea. He squirmed a little closer and nudged behind Lupin's balls, tickling the skin there. Lupin raised his leg a bit, wordlessly inviting Snape to go further, his tongue still bathing Snape's cock. Snape sucked on a finger, wetting it, then felt over the puckered entrance and wriggled his fingertip inside. He remembered how tight and hot Lupin had been last night, and his prick stiffened a little more.

He could feel Lupin pushing down against him, coaxing him in deeper, reaching back with one hand to pull himself more widely open. After a moment of nudging with his finger at the awkward angle, Snape withdrew it, reluctantly pulling back from Lupin's tongue as well. "Do you want..."

"Yes." Rolling onto his belly, Lupin lifted his hips in the air. It was a shame, thought Snape, that they had no access to any lubrication beyond a charm or their own bodily fluids in this hotel; saliva wasn't really sufficient for repeated activity, while charms made things almost too easy, eliminating the slow and careful build-up while reveling in anticipation. He cast the charm, hearing Lupin's soft moan, and felt his finger slide easily where it had been straining a moment before. "Yes," Lupin breathed again, wriggling.

Even with a charm, though, there was no need to rush things. Snape crooked his finger, searching for Lupin's prostate, and knew he had brushed over it when Lupin gave a muffled cry into the pillow. Gently he rubbed over the spot, enjoying the sounds of needy pleasure that Lupin made as he moved. He added a second finger and started to stretch out the passage, using his other hand to toy with his own cock in the meantime. When he was up to four fingers and considering whether he should go ahead and fuck Lupin now, the other man begged, "More, please."

Snape was a little startled. Surely it had been as long for Lupin as for himself? He didn't want to injure him; but he kept his nails closely trimmed, so he wouldn't be likely to scratch Lupin inadvertently. And the idea of having his entire hand in Lupin's arse... oh, by Pan's horns, that was alluring. "Are you sure?"

"I rinsed out before I came here." Snape blinked in astonishment -- had Lupin actually brought an enema bag with him to the conference? "Just in case. Please."

Tucking his thumb tightly against his palm, Snape pressed his fingers together and repeated the lubrication charm. He was nervous -- more nervous than Lupin, he suspected, for Lupin had continued to whisper "Please," knees pushing up beneath his body. Looking down, he could see Lupin stretched what seemed impossibly around his hand as the knuckles disappeared, then the entrance clamped hard and fast around the wrist. He groaned, shuddering, as his fingers curled into a fist deep inside Lupin, who was crying out loudly and stroking himself.

"Oh god -- Severus," Lupin choked as Snape moved. There was a kind of dizzying power in it, bringing Lupin to this height of pleasure. He knew, remembered, what it felt like, the sensation of almost more fullness than seemed possible, the intimacy of someone moving inside you, more than just fucking. If he could only...

"Remus, look at me." Lupin's head turned to his left, and Snape leaned slightly to capture his gaze. Memories seared through him, of the first time that Lupin had tried this, pain/pleasure/pain, but the pleasure great enough to make the pain worthwhile... with a snarl he recognized Sirius Black as Lupin's partner and was determined to make tonight's experience overshadow that memory. He fed back to Lupin a fantasy of himself being fisted by Lupin, the intolerable climbing bliss he would feel, and felt rather than heard Lupin's howl.

Lupin's entire arse convulsed in orgasm as his prick spurted in his hand onto the sheets. Still sharing his thoughts and sensations, Snape felt his own rigid prick spasm and grabbed it at the base to keep himself from ejaculating. He waited for Lupin's breathing to slow, then felt sudden pressure as Lupin pushed down on his hand, instinctively trying to clear the hypersensitive passage.

"Slowly," Snape murmured, though he wanted it over quickly, so that he could attend to his own aching erection. "Take a deep breath." Unclenching the fist, he carefully unfolded his fingers and eased them out with small twisting motions. Lupin was whimpering as much in discomfort as pleasure, overstimulated, but he let out a great sigh as Snape's fingers pulled clear of his body and turned, trembling.

"Thank you. Oh god, Severus." Snape's arms went around him almost without thinking; he was less focused on Lupin's need for contact and more on his own need to come. "Here. Let me..."

It took only a few strokes with Lupin's hand around his own, fumbling between their bodies, before Snape spent, the white fluid erupting through their fingers and onto sweaty skin. "Remus," Snape murmured against Lupin's shoulder as he came down from the high of orgasm, and Lupin rubbed a sticky hand over Snape's back, still quivering himself.

"Yes, Severus. I'm not going anywhere." Snape could feel Lupin's lips move in a smile against his neck. "Although after that even a werewolf can't recover too quickly. That was..." He gave a little joyful chuckle. "That was more than I could have hoped for. I won't even ask you where you learned to do that, shall I?"

"You probably wouldn't like the answer," Snape said wryly. "And it scarcely matters now anyway."

"I want to know your stories. And I'll tell you mine, if you wish." Lupin was surely aware of what Snape had seen in his mind while his fingers were buried inside Lupin's body, no matter how distracted he might have been. "But not tonight... we'll have time."

"Yes," Snape agreed, and then, unsure of the words, "You'll stay, tonight?"

"Of course I will." Lupin yawned against his shoulder, the muscles in his jaw pressing uncomfortably yet somehow in a very welcome manner. "And tomorrow... we'll be free of the Dark Arts. Well, this conference, anyway."

Neither of them would ever really be free of the Dark Arts altogether, that was true, thought Snape. But perhaps now it would matter less. He surprised himself by saying, "I wouldn't have thought I would be sorry to leave here... and I'm not. Because you'll be at Hogwarts too."

"I will." Lupin's arm was warm around him. "Pleasant dreams, Severus."

He charmed the light out. "Sleep well, Remus."