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Knickers on the Bed

"Hang on," Snape said gruffly from his room.

"Dumbledore told me I could find you here," said Lupin, seating himself on a rickety chair.

"Obviously." He struggled to right his skirt, eying himself in the mirror as he prepared to put his robes back on. Narcissa's clothing may have looked better on her, but she appreciated a man's penchant for silky, feminine clothing. She had to be able to do so; she had married Lucius. No, actually, Lucius did nothing of the sort, but she thought it was cute Snape had started stealing her clothes. Eventually, she had bought him some secret things of his own.

He was very lucky. He had just righted his robes and put his boots back on when Lupin decided to let himself into the room.

"I do not recall inviting you in."

"I just needed to talk to you about Harry."

"Mm. Well, here I am, then. Talk."

Lupin's eyes noticed the stockings and the pair of knickers lying on the bed and Snape flinched as his blue eyes widened. He was probably drawing conclusions already.

"Was I . . . interrupting?"

"You are always an interruption," said Snape with a wave of his hand that made the articles of clothing zoom across the room into an old rocking chair. "Now, there was something you needed to say?"

"Er . . . yes." Lupin's eyes had followed the knickers and stockings as they zoomed across the room.

                "I swear to you, Sirius, there were knickers on his bed!" said Lupin.

                "Whose, do you think?"

                "I guess that's the question. Now, at least. The question used to be whether he was even into women at all."

                "Apparently he is. Hey, we found an old-fashioned pensive in the attic. Can you show me the memory? Maybe we can figure out who owned them."

                So they got out the pensive and entered into Remus's memory, only to have Sirius bark out in laughter.

                "What's so funny?" asked Remus, raising an eyebrow.

                "Look!" said Sirius, motioning to Severus's wardrobe where something suspiciously silky was sticking out.

                "You don't think . . . ."

                "Oh, Remus, that's exactly what I think!"

                "It could just belong to a mystery woman. I mean, Snape?"

                "Amazing prospect isn't it? Creepy and disturbing as well, but amazing. I'm awe-struck."

                "Inconclusive," said Remus, crossing his arms.

                "Then ask him."

                "You must be joking. Have you been into the alcohol today?"

                "Slip him Veritasserum or something."

                "Our big spy? Veritasserum? No thank you. That's twelve kinds of dangerous."

                "Well, fine. Get him out of his robes somehow."

                "How?"

                "Set them on fire?"

                "Are you forgetting, once again, that he's spy?"

                "Well, fine. I don't know, offer a shag?"

                "What if he's straight?"

                "Turn on that werewolf charm of yours, Moony, and he'll amend that thought rather quickly. I'm not saying actually do anything. Just enough to get him out of those robes."

                "Alright, Sirius," said Lupin after a moment. "I'll try it."

                "I thought we already covered the only possible reason you could be here."

                "Well, not the only possible reason."

                "Am I to assume you enjoyed my company? Hold still so I can aim properly and I can change that opinion rather quickly."

                "I guess you didn't realize I find the Unforgivable Curses sexy." He pushed past the stunned man and into the house. "Aren't you going to offer me something to drink?"

                "Get it yourself. Preferably from your own home."

                "Can I drink from you? Your mouth? Your prick?"

                "Lupin!" said Snape, face flushed. "What on earth has happened to you?" He started casting diagnostic spells.

                "I finally decided to give up the pretense. I could court you, but I doubt either of us would enjoy that much. There's no harm in a one-off, is there?"

                "Are you assuming it would only be a one-off because I have commitment issues or something?" said Snape with a scowl.

                Lupin's eyes widened and he stared at Snape for a moment as if to decide whether he was having him on.

                "Relax. You were right. It would be a one-off." Snape pocketed his wand again. "It seems whatever is wrong with you is undetectable, so I might as well enjoy it. Upstairs."

                Well, that was quick. Remus followed him up. Now that he was actually heading back into Snape's room, he felt nervous. If he were to suddenly "snap out of it", would Snape forgive him? Think less of him? Make fun of him? And was it worth going through with it, with sex, sex with Snape? Once the robes came off he'd decide, he supposed.

                It didn't take long. As Remus unbuttoned his own robe, and even his cardigan, he watched as Snape kicked off his boots. "Fair warning," Snape said to him. "I'm wearing a skirt and stockings, and I'm rough."

                A surge of pure arousal invaded Remus's being at once, and he nearly lost his balance. "Oh. O-okay, then." He moved slightly-trembling fingers to the bottom of his shirt and took it off as he watched Severus finally slip out of his thick robes. This time he really did have to sit back on the bed as his knees weakened. Snape in a soft mint green, a skirt that stopped just at the knee, a blouse that was very low-cut and had long sleeves that draped in a fluttery manner that had Remus wishing they'd flutter all over him.

                "What do you think?" said Snape, smirking as he watched Remus practically drool all over himself. He gave a little turn, then raised his skirt up just a bit, revealing stocking-covered thigh.

                "Get on the bed," said Remus slowly, trying to appear as calm as possible.          

                "Mind the knickers, then," said Snape a bit lazily. "Oh yes, and there's some lubricant in the drawer."

                "So I guess this means there's no mystery woman," said Remus amusedly. "Sirius was right."

                "Sirius imagines me bedding mystery women?"

                "Well, you are rather mysterious. And actually, he was the one who thought the clothing was for you. And you know, I'm rather glad it was," said Remus, running a hand along the stocking-covered leg.

                "You're so uncultured," said Severus amusedly. He flexed his leg a bit and Remus licked his lips. "Here, give me a moment to slip out of these," said Snape after a moment, kneeling up on the bed and lifting his skirt. With a challenging glance at Remus, he held still and allowed them to be slipped off of him, after first having his arse and prick touched through them. "Fond of silk?"

                "Not as much as you are, apparently," said Remus, waiting for Severus to lie back down so he could slip the knickers off of him entirely. "Color coding your unmentionables to your outfits?" he held them to his nose and sniffed, closing his eyes.

                "Well someone's enjoying themselves," said Snape with a soft chuckle. He pulled the knickers from Lupin and tossed them across the room. "You don't have to do that, you know. You have the real thing right here."

                "True!" said Remus, and without further ado he flipped Snape over and nosed between his buttocks.

                "That's not what I meant!" said Snape, but then the tongue laved over him and he gave into the feeling.

                "Want me to stop?" said Remus, breathing over the wetness he'd placed across him himself, Severus's buttocks twitching once as he did so. "Because I can." He nuzzled at the soft cheeks.

                "No," said Severus, pressing back slightly.

                "Thought not," said Remus, grinning to himself. He swiped his tongue across him again, to a quiet moan. "Like that?" He spread the buttocks a little wider before pressing between them again, this time slipping the tip of his tongue into Snape just barely.

                "God, Remus."

                "Who knew that was all it took to get on a first-name basis with you, Severus?" he murmured, pressing his tongue in again and wiggling it a bit. He spread the cheeks even wider.

                Snape continued to let out gentle moans, breathing rapidly growing harsher, until Remus replaced his tongue with lubricated fingertips, two of them, and he felt the tight heat stretch around him. "When was the last time you did this, Sev?" he asked, nuzzling at the small of the pale back through the silken blouse.

                "Only a few weeks or so," he said with a groan as Remus's fingers touched his sweet spot. He clenched around the fingers, pressing back.

                "Who was it?"

                "Who do you take me for? I don't fuck and tell." He tossed his head at a particularly thorough couple of presses against his prostate. "Ah, Remus."

                "Again with the first-name basis." He pushed a third finger into him and grinned, hearing Snape moan once again. After another good bit of scissoring, he flipped Snape over once again. "Hey there, beautiful."

                "I think I am going to be ill," said Snape with a roll of his eyes.

                Remus just grinned, lubed himself up, and slid into Severus's heat. He paused for a moment to let him adjust, though Severus wrapped his legs around him deathly tight and said, "Move," in a don't-cross-me tone, and he pulled back and thrust into his body with as much force as was possible. The legs tightened even more, and hands rose to rest on his shoulders.

                It wasn't very long before the hands on Remus's shoulders went from resting to gripping, then to clawing as Snape arched beneath him, the silk of the skirt increasing his arousal, and Remus's as well as it hiked up with every thrust. Severus looked, frankly, amazing with his hair fanned out beneath his head, greasy as ever, and his large nose's nostrils flaring as he fought for breath.

                The short, but jagged nails of Severus's hands were digging into his shoulders, but the feeling spurred him on. When they were both getting rather close, Severus even tugged at his ear and then pulled at his greying hair.

                "I'm losing enough of that already, thanks," panted Remus. Severus's hands moved back down, and one pinched at his nipple until he groaned.

                They worked themselves up into a complete frenzy as Remus's hands grasped the stocking-clad legs and threw them over his shoulders, nearly bending Snape in half. "Slut," he hissed down at Severus, who tossed his head and moaned.

                "God, yes, yes," Severus whispered, hands moving to choke Remus, who was so surprised and, yes, turned-on by such an action he came in a small flood, the hands tightening until the last spasms left him and he pulled out and laid back on the bed, drained. Severus whipped his skirt off and, in just the silky blouse, he pulled Remus back up, staring pointedly down at his erection, which Remus took a moment to collect himself before swallowing down as well he could and sucking for all he was worth. It was the slight scrape of his teeth against the flesh that had Severus shuddering to orgasm as well, as Remus stroked his thighs some more.

                "Go get the knickers," said Remus once he'd calmed down. With a wave of his hand, Snape had them zooming back to him. "Put them on again, you dolt." Severus did so. Remus wrapped his arms around him.

                "Good night, Remus," said Severus, the lights dimming to almost complete darkness.

                "Just one question."

                "Yes? What is it?" asked Snape softly, bracing himself for something awkward.

                "This whole sort of get-up, were you wearing it under your robes while we were teaching together?"

                Severus smirked softly, turning to look at him. "Nearly every day."

                "Oh Merlin!" said Remus, sitting up, looming over his newfound fuck. "I have to have you again."

                "No," said Snape clearly. The lights went back up.

                "No?" said Remus, suddenly feeling crushed under the weight of what "one-off" really meant.

                "It's my turn. I hope that, for your sake, you enjoy it rough. And if you don't yet, you will, over time. Courting me may be more fun than you imagined."

                "Maybe," said Lupin with a snort, but he soon had to agree, what with Severus's cock pressing against him and making him melt against the practical bed clothes as the stockings rubbed against his legs in a perfect manner.