Fetching Remus (1/2)
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“I knew you’d come here.”
Remus Lupin’s voice was calm, as always. Rarely did he ever let fear or sadness capture his tones. He preferred to keep them guessing. Years of pretending to be normal had made him so adept at this that he really did come off as just your average neighborhood DADA teacher.
People who saw more than that were either extremely close to him, or in serious trouble.
The man that had just walked boldly into Lupin’s living room was neither of these.
Yet.
Breathing in heavily, Remus tested his guest for intent. Not nervous, not scared. The man was practically as inscrutable as himself. Generally, this was not good.
Unwilling to extend any courtesy to this man he despised, Remus continued to sip his tea and stare into the fire. The air was chilling, and his unwanted visitor had not even the good manners to shut the front door behind him.
But what else could a werewolf in hiding expect from Lucius Malfoy?
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When he had apparated in front of the small cottage, Lucius Malfoy looked around in disgust. It was a barren marsh, full of slimy swamp holes and gnarled trees. The cottage itself was derelict, and the smell…
Lucius wrinkled his nose and held one finger under it as he violently pushed the door open with his foot and stepped inside.
Lucius did not like being sent on a hunt, seek, and beg mission. He did not like it at all, least of all by that old fool Albus Dumbledore. By Merlin’s beard, he was a Malfoy, not some insignificant mudblood!
He had protested vigorously, but then the head of the Ministry of Magic had personally ordered him to go. He knew he would have to do some groveling to convince them he had turned good, but this was ridiculous. *To convince that ANIMAL* - even the thought sounded sneering – *to come back to Hogwarts!*
*Ha!* It was ludicrous, and he would be damned if he would allow this MONSTER to teach DADA to HIS son, even if it was only for a short time.
He had to go, though. They would know if he hadn’t. So he would go, and would TRY to convince the eccentric hermit to come back...but he would not try very hard.
The smell was, if possible, even stronger inside the house. A flare of revulsion flashed over his face as he set his eyes upon the werewolf. He just sat there. Drinking tea.
“Well, MISTER Lupin, I would like to know how YOU knew I would come here, since I did not know it MYSELF until this morning?” His icy reply slicing through the stale, stagnant air.
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Remus continued sipping his Earl Grey, adeptly ignoring the intruder. Watching the fire crackle, feeling the heat’s touch on his skin, he sat. And he didn’t respond.
After a few minutes, Remus realized the arrogant man behind him was not going to just turn and walk away. *Pity,* he sighed to himself. Draining the last of his tea, he found no further excuse to ignore Malfoy. And werewolf he may be, but the Lupins’ were nothing if not polite.
“I should amend my statement. I knew SOMEONE would come.” He tapped his foot on the floor distractedly, an outlet for hidden nervousness. “Why in bloody hell Albus would send YOU, of all people, I’ve no idea. Makes me think the old boy has either lost his marbles, or he’s not very serious about me returning to Hogwarts.”
Remus stood fluidly and brushed some stray ash from his clothes. Just because his shirt and jeans were old, faded, and wrinkled didn’t mean he had to be untidy.
“I have an even more curious question for you, Malfoy.” Remus turned and leaned back, his slender frame resting against the solid brick of the fireplace. No matter how close he got to the heat, his body remained chilled. It had been that way ever since...Well, for a very long time.
“I’d like to know why Albus sent you TODAY, of all days.” Remus glanced toward the window, his eyes skimming the forest, watching the play of shadow and light on the broad, green leaves.
“He knows me well enough. The day after the full moon is not the most opportune time to ask me to think about much of ANYTHING.” Remus smiled, his mouth quirking in a lopsided grin. “And speaking with YOU is very low on my list of things worthy of getting out of my chair for, Lucius.”
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Lucius smirked slightly at the flagrant use of his first name. As he leaned against his cane, his finger softly caressed the silver snake’s head. He decided to taunt the uppity miscreant back a little.
“I take it Albus turned to me because no one really cared enough to come without coercion?” He let the statement hang in the room while he sized up the cottage, and then turned his arrogant stare on the man standing a few feet away.
Finally settling his eyes back onto Remus’ steady gaze, he quirked an eyebrow and sighed.
“As for the chosen day, Albus really left that up to me. And I still have some…connections...so finding you was no difficulty. You don’t seem to mind if you are found, or not, do you? And since you DID get up for me, your LIST doesn’t seem to be that long, after all. Remus.”
Lucius let all his contempt seep into his voice as he spoke that despiced name. Again he perused the...well, he would call it a chicken coop. He noticed the disarray of tableware and clothes everywhere.
*Not like Lupin to be this unorganized. He may be a lowly creature, but he has always been rather picky about his things…*
Lucius turned his thoughts toward what Lupin had actually said. (…today, of all days…)
Lucius studied the man again. (…after full moon…)
Oh, of course. He had no Wolfsbane potions; he had been away from Snape, the only Potions Master anyone knew of, who could brew the tricky concoction, for years. A slight shiver passed down Lucius' spine at the thought of Lupin turning into a slavering beast once the moon rose.
Albus had known Lucius would find the man quickly. Anger flared through him, mostly at himself for walking so unmindful into the old man’s scheming.
He regained his composure immediately. “You are right. Albus desires your return to Hogwarts to teach…” He grimaced “…Defence Against the Dark Arts. And make no mistake, this is a request I am SICKENED with making!”
He moved closer to Lupin, mere five feet separating them. His voice was dangerously soft when he spoke. “I don’t want you anywhere near my son, REMUS. If I had anything to say about it, you would be condemned to leave England.” Lucius hissed the last words, clutching his cane with white knuckles.
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Remus stood still in a way that only a man with a bit of predator in him could manage. Malfoy’s verbal assault didn’t interest him. He barely knew the man, had not seen or spoken to him in several years. Letting the acerbic words flow over him, Remus took the few moments’ chance to survey Malfoy. He knew the gist of Lucius’ rant anyway...Evil werewolf, no good for teaching, wouldn’t want to be caught dead in your presence, stay away from precious Draco...yadda, yadda, yadda.
Remus coolly gazed as Lucius spouted his venomous barbs. As for Malfoy, he had changed little in the past five years. Hair still long and silky, that blinding white blond that looked oh so unnatural but was, indeed, his own and not from a bottle. His skin was still as pale; evidently sun bathing had not been taken up as a hobby. As Lucius spoke, Remus noticed how his silvery eyes flashed with anger. *Sigh. He is a fine looking man.* Remus tilted his head in accord with his inner dialogue. *Too bad he’s such a total prick.*
Sensing that Malfoy’s final jab had been loosed, Remus slowly stalked forward, closing the few feet’s distance between them. His smile was dazzling, and he looked very sincere as he purred up into Malfoy’s face, “Oh, Lucius.” He placed one hand gracefully on the other man’s check, delighting in the almost imperceptible flash of discomfort that flitted across Malfoy’s aristocratic features. Leaning in even further, Remus’ voice dropped to a sultry whisper, his tone melting into the range of a lover’s croon. “I didn’t know you cared.”
Remus stood stock still, his hand resting on Malfoy’s cheek. He stared up into those oddly light eyes, a smile playing around his lips.
Confident that the other man couldn’t physically harm him, Remus knew he had only a few moments before Malfoy reacted to his game. But what would that reaction be? He knew the other man had always found him attractive. Remus literally smelled the desire on Malfoy every time they happened to cross paths. The fact that Lucius hated him for what he was, made his lust all the more enticing to Remus.
And, Remus had to admit, he did find Lucius very...intriguing.
A very brief flicker of chastisement wandered through Remus’ brain. Taunting Malfoy like this really was mean-spirited, and not in his nature. But he had been alone, for so long now, denying himself even the simple pleasure of another’s company. Malfoy had just barged in and upset his lonely routine with callous disregard. On the one day of the lunar cycle that he most wanted to do nothing but sit in his chair and...NOT think. Here Malfoy was, demanding his mental energies to contemplate leaving his self-imposed prison, going back to the one place and time in his life he had ever felt liked, respected, wanted, loved.
No, Remus could not feel guilty for baiting the other man. Besides, he was pretty damn sure that Lucius could take care of himself, and he would neither expect nor appreciate Remus pulling his punches and being his normal genial self toward Lucius. The very thought would infuriate the conceited bastard, and Remus felt confident he could be nasty enough to Malfoy to show him just how much he respected him.
These thoughts flew through Remus’ mind swiftly. Just as he smiled wider at his own twisted thinking, he finally got the delayed reaction from Lucius that he had been waiting for.
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Lucius was stunned for a moment, his mouth open as if he had wanted to say something. He snapped it closed, feeling deep resentment rush through him. Who did this son of a bitch think he was? He took a step back, shaking off the offending hand on his cheek.
"What do you think you are playing at, Lupin? Keep your dirty hands off me, who knows where they have been last. What carcass they have dug into?” Lucius was not aware that his own hand had strayed to the cheek, cupping it, feeling the lingering warmth from the werewolf’s hand.
He gasped when he noticed and let the hand fall. *That insufferable brat, making such evident overtures at me, at Lucius Malfoy!* His spine tingled again and the small hairs on his neck stood on end. He took another step backwards, trying to create some distance between them, hating himself for this show of weakness.
He heard his father droning in his head “A Malfoy does not show fear nor weakness. Use the feelings and turn them against your adversary!”
Lucius took a deep breath, preparing another verbal assault as he looked into Lupin’s eyes. The green hazel intermingled with tinges of yellow, the pupils very dilated, giving the man an intense and feral look, which took his voice away. “Lupin, you…”
Even when relaxed as Lupin was now, with that smile on his lips, he emanated *predator* from every pore of his being. All from his fluid movements and the curve of his lips over his teeth, to his steady gaze, suddenly freezing Lucius to the spot, like a frightened hare caught in headlights. Lupin WAS a predator!
Lucius shook his head, breaking the spell and hissed “Never, ever, touch me again, werewolf! You make me sick to the core of my soul!” As he said this, he recognized his own lie. Remus had never made him sick. This man, this lycanthrope, with all his raw power and intensity, had always held a strange lure for Lucius. Repulsed by the nature of Remus’ being and still attracted by his rugged beauty, Lucius was torn between those opposing feelings every time he had set eyes upon him.
Real anger built in him again, resenting Remus’ evident sway over him deeply. “Just answer the question, Lupin, will you return to Hogwarts?” He glared at the man, trying to pour as much malice into his voice and gaze as he could, whilst shivering inside with those hated feelings.
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Remus tried very hard not to laugh as Malfoy drew away from him so fast that a small wind practically formed to fill in the sudden gap between them.
He smelled a new scent in the air: The stale bouquet of embarrassment mixed with the sharper, musky smell of half-hidden desire. Remus pondered this, pursing his lips. That Lucius was physically attracted to him, he already knew. The embarrassment struck him as strange, though. Anger maybe, or dismay...Either of those would make much more sense. But embarrassment?
THAT particular emotion had an air of expectation about it, as if some kernel of truth in Lucius’ mind was trying to tell him that his lust was not just an idle thing to be tolerated, but an entity unto itself. One that would see to it that it’s needs were fulfilled.
Some part of Lucius Malfoy knew he would eventually have Remus...And the man’s mind was already apologizing for it.
Remus sighed. He disliked complicated entanglements. Oh well, nothing to be done but wait and see. In the meantime, he had Lucius’ smart mouth to deal with.
Remus sauntered lazily toward Malfoy, taking a quick side-step to move past him. He walked along the length of the room, running his hand over the crumbling wallpaper as he moved along the perimeter. The print was one of brown clocks on a faded yellow background. Remus quite liked it, and smiled a bit at his astonishingly bad taste.
“Well. Malfoy. Just to ease your mind, I can tell you I haven’t dug into any carcasses recently.” He leaned against the wall, bringing one hand up, inspecting the fingernails as if to make sure no blood was there to make him seem a liar. “Not that it’s any of your business, of course. Although I do relish the idea of you ignorantly imagining me stalking around with blood tinged foam on my muzzle, I’m afraid it’s simply not true.” Remus reached one hand to scratch a spot on his middle back. Damn fleas.
“Severus.” He smiled devastatingly. “Er… Professor Snape, that is. He sends me regular shipments of the Wolfsbane potion.” Remus made his way to the small refrigerator, glancing up at Lucius as he opened the door with a creak. “Sometimes...” His expression fogged into wistfulness for a split second. “Sometimes, he even brings it himself, rather than send it by other, less personal means.”
Deliberately avoiding the man’s taunts and insistent demands for a yes or no answer, Remus tempered his actions to be slow and drawn out. He didn’t appreciate being insulted in his own home, but he would be damned if he showed any hurt or anger to Lucius Malfoy.
Remus leaned down to peruse the contents of his icebox. Glancing over his shoulder at the still man behind him, he smiled in a friendly, engaging way, as if he didn’t realize how much Lucius despised him. “How rude of me. Would you care for a drink?” His eyebrow slid upward, an expression that anyone who attended school with the young Lupin would recognize. Part innocent and part dare, the look was deceptively taunting. Remaining bent down a bit to see inside the refrigerator, Remus waited for the other man to show some sign of life, as he had not moved a muscle or changed expression in several minutes.
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Lucius almost drew back again when Remus approached him, but he forced himself to remain in the spot. He was not able, however, to hold back a low sigh of relief when the man side-stepped him and went to the wall.
Lucius turned his head slowly to keep an eye on him. He tried to gauge Remus’ intent, failing miserably. His eyes flitted over the outrageous wallpaper to the hand running over it. No blood…well, he could have bathed for all Lucius knew, although the smell indicated that, no, he had certainly not bathed.
He involuntarily wrinkled his nose again, suddenly craving fresh air in his lungs. Still he did not believe Remus. Surely this vile creature had killed and eaten last night, no doubt about that.
Lucius watched as Remus absently and with agile ease scratched his mid-back through the worn shirt, watched the well-defined muscles play under the thin fabric, watched the hazel eyes close slightly, the long lashes almost … Lucius had to force his eyes away, cursing himself for letting himself go like that.
So… Severus had known were Remus lived, and not said anything. He caught the wistful flicker in the hazel eyes, and knew why. So maybe the Wolfsbane potion wasn’t the only thing he brought here. Lucius almost smirked, but somehow managed to keep his expression blank.
Lucius Malfoy, was not used to being forced to wait for anything, least of all a simple yes or no. He was growing increasingly annoyed by the time Remus was taking. Impatience was not becoming, but he was not staying here for much longer and had just made up his mind to repeat the question in a more demanding tone, when Remus turned his back to him and bent down to peruse the fridge. Ack…the words stuck in his suddenly dry mouth.
Lucius tried to remember why it was he despised Remus. Oh… yes, he was a beast, a foul werewolf. He ate people if he could. But…Lucius found himself quite unable to remove his eyes from that bottom. Self-loathing ran through him, and still his eyes lingered and roamed over the firm cheeks
He just managed to remove his eyes when Remus offered him something to drink. The look in the man’s face was very familiar. He had seen it many times at Hogwarts, and he didn’t trust it a bit but had always found very attractive.
*Attractive...* Lucius chided himself. There was nothing attractive about this man! He cringed inwardly at his own lie. Why was he still lying to himself after all these years? Everything about the man was attractive to him. The ruffled hair, the haunting eyes, the short rough stubble, even the worn down clothes, fitting so…so...
Lucius actually had to shake his head to collect his thoughts again. He masked it with a slightly hoarse drawl “No, thank you, Lupin. I don’t think I would enjoy anything from you… Just answer the damned question, so I can move on with my day!” He tried to pour some icy anger into his voice, but had to settle for mild contempt.
He was obviously losing his touch at the taunting. Out of practice. Not much bantering between him and Narcissa lately, since she had left…well, there never had been. He turned around swiftly and stepped closer, his elegant and black cloak billowing around him. The insufferable man just kept rummaging in the refrigerator! “Remus!” He shouted “Answer the goddamned question! Will you return or not?” Lucius had finally lost both patience and temper, much to his own dismay.
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Remus smiled privately to himself, amused that he had ruffled Lucius’ composure. He grabbed a Guinness from the fridge and stood up slowly, closing the creaky icebox door. He turned around and walked to the kitchen counter.
He glanced at Malfoy and made a show of pretending to think hard as he slid the beer bottle under a drawer pull and opened his beer with it. **Will have to buy new ones soon, * he thought. *This is the only pull I haven’t destroyed by using it to open bottles. *
Striding quickly back to his chair, Remus took a long swig from his drink. Reaching up to his mantle, he drew down a snifter of brandy and a glass. He resumed his spot in front of the fire, drawing an old blanket off of the armrest and casually draping it over himself. He placed the brandy and the glass on the floor beside his foot.
Remus didn’t turn around when he spoke. “If you should change your mind about that drink, Lucius, feel free to help yourself.” Another long pull of the beer. “I don’t have anything fancy like you’re used to, but if you’re going to go slumming, you may as well have the full experience, I say.”
Remus drank in silence a moment, waiting for signs of movement. He heard none. Sighing, Remus realized he was growing tired of this game.
“Tell you what, Lucius. Why don’t you convince me to go back with you? Why should I go back? I have such a lovely home right here...” He gestured his free hand to indicate his dusty, disheveled hovel. “It may not be much, but it’s mine. I am left alone here, no one around to bother me.” He finished the beer, casually discarding the bottle on the floor, and picked up the glass and carafe of amber liquor. Pouring a generous amount into the glass, he lowered the snifter back to the floor.
“Why should I go back to Hogwarts, Lucius? Just to get comfortable there, come to enjoy the teaching and the company, and then be asked to leave because some elitist pig like yourself comes along and complains about the undesirable once-a-month furriness of their darling so-and-so’s DADA teacher?” Remus took a very long swig of his drink, using the time to calm himself a bit, regain his apathetic air.
“Seriously, Malfoy. Tell me why I should set myself up for that kind of thing. Again. It happened once, and I can’t fault myself for that. But willingly going back there, volunteering for that abuse again, that would be either madness or extreme stupidity.” Another swig, his words sounding just a bit unsteady at this point. Remus knew he couldn’t hold his liquor well, not with his metabolism, but he needed the drinks after Malfoy’s offer of something he wanted so badly. He was sure the prick would be gone very soon, before he was visibly inebriated.
He was silent for a moment. His exceptional hearing picked up Malfoy’s steady breathing a few feet away. “Regardless what you think of werewolves in general, or me in particular, my dear Lucius...” He laughed, the sound warm and inviting. “I am neither mad nor stupid...” Another swig finished off the liquor in the glass, and Remus poured himself some more. He took one swallow of the new drink and leaned sideways to look back at Malfoy.
“Just so you know.” He said, then winked, grinning lopsidedly. He moved back to settle into his chair. Staring into the flames of the ever-present fire, he snuggled closer into the blanket and continued to drink. He knew it was a weakness, this need to drink himself into not caring about the offer he so wanted to take, but if it kept him from playing the fool and actually believing that Dumbledore could protect him, then it was worth it.
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Lucius really needed that drink now. He was furious; his mouth was dry as old parchment. His eyes had just followed the man around the room, every move and every sound sending electric currents down his spine.
But he had regained some of his formerly lost composure and was able to seem unfazed toward the werewolf. He would be damned, before he went *slumming* with that *thing.*
He swallowed to urge on some saliva production, any small amount of moisture would do. Of course his saliva had chosen this particular moment to go on holiday with his wit. **Damn! Damn him for doing this to me, again and again!**
His mind perked up a little, though, when he heard the obvious hurt in the by now slurred voice. So the beast wanted to go back, but didn’t want to get hurt. **Awwww…**. Lucius smirked yet again, and somehow his wit returned early from the holiday. But unfortunately it hadn’t brought the saliva back.
Well, he just had to take the bastard up on that drink anyway. Without looking at Lupin, Lucius sauntered over to the mantle, put his cane against the wall and took a glass. He looked suspiciously at it, and drew out a startling white handkerchief. He slowly polished the glass intently and held it up to the light. “Tut tut, well, that will have to do for now.” His voice was slightly hoarse, but nevertheless the arrogance was back.
It warmed Lucius to his core. He even managed to smile when he turned and faced the sitting man. He walked over next to the chair and bent down, his gaze fixed on Lupin. He lifted the snifter and rose.
Towering over Lupin, the black cloak just brushing against the seated man’s leg, Lucius looked down at him as he poured himself a generous drink. He smelled at it. It seemed like an unlikely fine brandy, but just to taunt the son of a bitch he wrinkled his nose a little.
"You may be many things, Remus, but you are at least true to your word on liquors. This is certainly an inferior brand, but as it seems to be the only remotely safe thing to drink you have, I will settle for that." He sipped at the drink and forced his features into a light grimace even though it tasted very good.
"As it is, Remus, I am really at a loss here." He slowly swirled the liqueur around in the glass "You evidently don't want to go back, and I, for one, can’t see a reason for trying to convince you otherwise. And why would you even listen to a...what was it now..?" He mused a moment with a finger at his lower lip "...an elitist pig?" He kept staring down at Lupin with a smirk, seeing the quickly consumed alcohol taking it’s toll.
"And the monthly...furry-ness, as you like to present it, is not something easily disregarded. I just don’t trust you, Remus, even if you claim to be taking the potion. Even if you were completely sane and intelligent, which you most certainly are not, I wouldn’t let you near my son!"
This time he remained calm, controlled and composed, much to his inner relief. He wasn’t sure, though, for how long this would hold if he kept staring
at Lupin like that.
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Remus threw back his head and laughed throatily as his eyes blazed up at Lucius. He shook his head, wiping tears from his eyes. “Good Lord, Lucius, you are priceless! Utterly priceless! Do you know that?”
He polished off the last of his brandy, dropping the glass casually on the floor. He chuckled as he swallowed, not quite sure why he found Malfoy’s unrepentant bigotry so very amusing.
**It’s because you’re drunk, you great oaf,** he chided himself. His fast metabolism drew the alcohol quickly into his system, hitting him like an anvil.
Remus stilled his laughter, but allowed himself to smile sultrily at his guest. With the fluid grace only a part-time canine could muster, Remus rose from his chair to stand even with Lucius.
His chest brushed the other man’s clothing as he stood, dragging the front of his shirt down, causing a couple of the badly repaired buttons to come undone. At his full height, he stood only a good inch shorter than Lucius.
He lifted his face to stare intently at Malfoy, the smile remaining in place, coloring his slightly slurred words.
“My dear, dear Lucius. My brandy is indeed a somewhat inferior brand, as you should know.” He winked. “It’s your family brand, after all.” His smile widened. “Although, really, to be fair, I am just trying to bother you. Your family brand is the best out there, as we both know.” His hand reached up to scratch his chest lazily. “Your liquor is very good, even though produced by a bunch of insular cretins.”
Scratching done, Remus leaned forward just a bit to rest his chin on the fine fabric of the shirt in front of him. “As to myself, I never claimed to be completely sane, although I do consider myself quite intelligent.” His brow furrowed, a fine line appearing between his seductively arched brows. “As a matter of fact,” His hand strayed absently to pluck at the collar of Lucius’ shirt. “I seem to remember I graduated ahead of you.”
He leaned his head down and purposefully took the top button of Lucius’ shirt in his mouth. He bit down and pulled back sharply, popping the button off, leaving trailing thread in its wake. He turned his head and spit the button into the fire. A crackle erupted as it was consumed in the flames.
Returning his chin to Lucius’ chest, Remus moved his hand to stroke the skin he had exposed by removing the button. He felt light, soft hair there and shuddered with desire. **It’s not Lucius. It’s just that I’ve been alone a long time...** He lied to himself. Even in his drunken state he knew his physical attraction to Malfoy had existed since he first met the other boy at Hogwarts.
They had even had a bit of a sticky encounter in the boy’s shower room once, and although neither had ever spoken of it, the animosity between them had leapt sharply afterwards.
Turning his mind to the present, Remus growled low in his throat as he realized Lucius was standing perfectly still, his breathing shallow, fast, and irregular. Pressing his advantage, he snuggled down and licked the exposed skin softly, much like a wolf would show affection to it’s pup.
After a few moments of this, Remus mingled words in to the lathing of Lucius’ chest. “As to...your son...” He breathed in deeply, the scent of Malfoy’s sweat and confusion erupting like pheromones to his senses.
“I have no...” Lick. “Particular...” Loooong lick. “Desire...” Soft laugh, enjoying his word choice. “To be anywhere...” Short nip of teeth on the light hair. “Near him...” Swirl of tongue over recently nipped flesh. “Lucius.” He breathed the last word, hot wind mingling with the wetness left on the pale skin.
Remus set his chin against Lucius’ chest again. “But you, Lucius.” He brought his hand up to run slowly down Lucius’ long, silken, oh-so-pale hair. “I could be...” He rumbled hoarsely, “persuaded...” He slipped his other hand around to rest on Lucius’ backside. “To be near...” He shifted his hips slightly, brushing his erection against Lucius’ thigh. Remus raised his head and closed his eyes, leaning up until his lips were level with Lucius’, but not. Quite. Touching.
“You.” The word came out so softly as to almost be just a puff of breath. Remus stood very still, wondering if the next thing he felt would be Malfoy shoving him across the room, perhaps casting some unpleasant spell on him. He smiled a bit. **Can’t say I’d blame him,** he thought.
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Lucius drew in his breath sharply as the werewolf rose, watching the opening shirt intently as Lupin scratched the partly bared chest. He let the half-witted taunt about their *brand* pass without comment or even thought for that matter. Lupin was too damned close for comfort, or was it the other way around….?. Suddenly Lucius couldn’t remember.
Still, he had almost made up his mind to withdraw a step when that face had made contact with his chest, pinning him down more efficiently than manacles.. He trembled slightly, but managed to regain some composure as he in his mind began to chant all the while chiding himself in several languages for being weak..
**Just keep breathing. Don’t look down. Keep breathing. Don’t look** Lucius’s frantic thoughts snapped with the cord holding the top button in place. He looked down and was lost in the vision and sensation of Lupin licking his exposed chest, fingering the hair and nibbling on him as if he were a treat of some sort. The low growl against his skin sent ice into his stomach, fear mixed with arousal and made his breath hitch slightly
At the following torture from Lupin’s mouth, Lucius had to admit, that words had lost any meaning to him, his focus solely on hot tongue, teeth, breath and lips against his chest. Every lick, tug or gust of air sending impulses straight into his groin.
Lupin’s hand on his hair now, the other hand brushing over his back, holding him, stroking him… Lucius gasped involuntarily when he felt the not inconsiderable erection brush over his thigh
Gods…this had to be the alcohol speaking in Remus...for surely this man wasn’t really attracted to him, Lucius Malfoy, a former Deatheater. A brief memory of a confused encounter in the boy’s shower room, followed by sneering dismissals flickered through Lucius’ overloading mind. The sensual breath over his dry lips brought him back. The first and only word he had understood for some moments now “You!” Him?
He opened his eyes **when did I close them??** and looked again at Lupin. Head tilted up, lips offered like a sacred offering to a God, the cheeks slightly blushed **drink or lust** Lucius thought. warm hands on hair and back not moving but still there. *Good*, he was surprised by his own thought. **Good?** he asked himself. *Yes, definitely good!*
He smirked, and then he dropped the glass, shattering it carelessly on the floor, and quickly entwined his hand in the longish coppery hair. Violently he pulled Lupin’s head back, ripping out a few strands in the process.
“Me, Remus, me what? Is it really me you want or just some quick roll in the….filth?” His heart was jubilant at the arrogance he had been able to put into the words, against all odds. He decided not to give the werewolf any chance for reply or action.
He quickly released the hair and with a tight grip on the slender shoulders he turned them toward the wall and slammed Remus against it, hopefully knocking the air out of the bastard. He drew very close and inclined his head slightly, looming over Remus.
“You are a slut, Remus.” Lucius clamped down his mouth over Remus’ lips and kissed him with a vengeance, forcing his tongue into the hot mouth. He used his superior body mass to pin Remus against the wall as he ravaged his mouth, letting his own arousal dig into Remus’ crotch. After a while he drew his face back, sucking Remus’ lower lip slightly before letting go “You are a whore! Nothing but a bitch in heat!” Lucius chuckled deeply and waited for a reaction, not relinquishing his advantage in size.
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Remus stared back at Lucius, slightly dazed by passion and drink. He brought his hand up and grabbed a good portion of Lucius’ hair, pulling back harshly, baring the other man’s throat. He growled deep in his chest and fastened his mouth on to the place he could feel Lucius’ pulse throbbing. His teeth scraped the skin a little, and he sucked strongly while his tongue flicked at the flesh he had drawn into his mouth.
His other hand slapped down on Lucius’ ass and held fast there, pulling their bodies together even more firmly than Lucius’ full-body block had done.
Releasing the other man’s throat, Remus murmured, “So, I’m just a bitch to you, am I, Lucius?” He ground his pelvis into Malfoy’s. “But am I YOUR bitch? Are you going to MAKE ME your bitch, Lucius?”
He moved his head down to the pale chest, and moved the fabric away with a quick flick of his chin. His teeth clamped down on Lucius’ nipple hard. Remus ground the skin between his teeth and licked the captured nub. He worried the skin between his teeth for a few long moments.
Remus released Lucius’ nipple as swiftly as he has claimed it. “Or, maybe...” He licked the abused skin, noting the indentations his teeth had made. “Just maybe, I will make YOU mine...”
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As Remus suddenly broke Lucius’ hold and clamped his mouth and teeth over the most vulnerable spot on Lucius’ throat, fear again quickly washed through him as a current of icy water, freezing him. **Surely he doesn’t mean to rip my throat out…**
He gasped as the hand on his ass ground them even closer together, their erection coming into a sizzling contact. **no, evidently not** relief rushed over him, when Remus released his throat.
Lucius wanted to shout “YES, you are my bitch!” into his face, just to make sure the werewolf still knew how the power-balance was here, when the intense pain flaming out from his nipple made him arch his back with a startled cry. The cry was quickly replaced by a deep moan at the subsequent soothing. He tried to collect his thoughts.
*Him…Remus’… bitch…never…!* even his thoughts hitched in his mind. He managed to stammer out “No…Never!” and tried to disengage himself from Remus, to be able to regain some hold on his composure.
He struggled but was quite unable to disentangle himself from Remus. He was stronger than he looked. “Get .off .me. or. you .will .regret .it .Remus!” the words interspersed by his rapid and uncontrollable breathing.
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Remus released Lucius immediately and placed both hands on his chest, then shoved the other man away, hard. His force was such that Lucius tumbled backwards gracelessly into Remus’ old chair.
Remus stalked over to him, leaning down, his hands grasping the armrests. He stopped with his face mere inches from the other man’s.
The werewolf breathed in deeply, closing his eyes to savor the scents in the air. “I can smell the fear on you...” Another breath. “And...something else...” As the emotions registered with his supernatural sense of smell, Remus’ lip curled up in a sneer.
Abruptly, he stood upright and snatched up the brandy, taking a very long pull off the bottle. He leaned casually against the mantle, letting the fire warm him. He stared at his guest, disgust apparent on his face.
“Oh, Lucius. Poor, ignorant Lucius. Here I thought your ‘dirty werewolf’ schtick was just for show.” Another gulp of the liquor, and his expression softened. “But, unless my senses deceive me, you really do believe I’m little more than an animal, don’t you?” Before Lucius could answer, Remus took another swig and walked away unsteadily, taking the snifter with him.
As he reached a door leading to another, as yet unseen, room, he turned. “If that’s what you think, it’s really too bad.” His expression was almost wistful. “I always had sort of a thing for you in school, much to the dismay of Sirius and James.” His words slurred fairly badly now, and he stumbled as he reached for the door handle. He stopped as he opened the door.
“So. Get the fuck out of my house, and tell Albus to send someone more persuasive. Unless, of course, you’re up for a little attitude adjustment...?” He opened the door and disappeared from view, leaving the door to swing slowly closed behind him.
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Lucius was flabbergasted, unable to form any coherent witty reply, as he watched Remus first taunt him and then move into the other room. His breathing finally reached a normal level, as he was left alone in the living room, left to ponder Remus’ words. **…a thing for you…** Lucius frowned deeply as he mentally stumbled over the words replayed several times in his head.
Had Remus not just professed more than mere base lust here? Was there more to the man than met the eye? A warm and almost forgotten feeling stirred in Lucius’ stomach. Was he more than an animal, disguising as an admittedly beautiful man? He was drunk now, sure, but wasn’t there a saying?
…in vino veritas…
Lucius looked into the fire as he absently touched the bruise on his throat. His logic and reason, two former strong allies, told him to leave now, before things got out of hand. But that feeling deep in his stomach told him to stay. Lucius was torn.
He looked at the closed door Remus had disappeared behind **…attitude adjustment…** the taunt sent slight tendrils of anger through him, but they didn’t quite impact as they usually would. Still, he would be forced to make something clear here, before he left. A Malfoy was no one’s bitch, not even Remus’!
He slowly rose and took his cane. Then he walked over to the door and rested his hand on the doorknob. His mind was still torn by his opposing feelings.
He knew, if he walked into that room now, everything would change. His world would turn upside down. But he also knew, that if he walked away from this, he would never be able to forgive himself.
Lucius sighed, then inhaled deeply, bracing himself as he drew up his favorite arrogant mask and pushed the door open. Standing in the doorway he spoke.
“You realize, Remus, that the change in attitude has already taken place…” Lucius paused slightly as his eyes ran over the neat and clean room **bedroom** he corrected himself.
That was a surprise! Clearly the living room wasn’t Remus’ favored spot in this cottage. His eyes rested on the bed, where Remus sat, holding the snifter between his knees. “…in your attitude!” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a little push of his cane, not removing his eyes from the figure on the bed
“Now there’s only one thing left to decide…” He stepped a little closer and unbuckled his cloak, letting it puddle around his feet. “…and that is who is the bitch here, since it’s surely not me!” He smirked, as he leant the cane against the dresser next to him.
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Remus switched positions languidly, and crawled on all fours to the end of the bed, letting the now empty bottle fall to the floor. “So, Lucius. Decided I’m human after all, have we?” He licked his lips, looking the other man up and down.
The alcohol pumped through his veins, lighting him up with desire. **Lucius wants to play the big man, huh? I can go along with that...For now...**
Remus shook his head to get the hair out of his eyes, then smiled his most seductive smile, looking up at Lucius from lowered lashes.
Not saying a word, he knelt up on his knees and slowly removed his shirt. He moved his hips from side to side, mimicking a strip tease, as he peeled the fabric from his chest and arms. He twirled the garment in one hand and threw it at Lucius, where it hit the man’s chest and fell to his feet.
Still kneeling, he unbuttoned his jeans and brought the zipper down. Then Remus turned his back to Lucius and slowly pushed his pants down. He had never liked underwear, so there was nothing between him and Lucius’ hungry gaze.
Unable to get the pants off further, he stretched out on his stomach and wriggled his way back up to the head of the bed, jeans inching down as he moved. By the time his head hit the headboard, his pants were pooled around his ankles, and it was an easy matter to toe them off onto the floor.
Rising up onto his elbows, Remus pushed his ass up into the air just a bit in a blatant invitation. He turned his head back and to the side, resting his chin on his shoulder. He could just see Lucius out of the corner of his eye.
“So. Come on then, Malfoy. See if you can make me howl for you.” He smiled dreamily, closing his eyes. “Unless you need a little...Oral stimulation...first?” His grin grew wider and he patted the bed next to him. “Your choice...But make it fast, this is a very limited time offer.”
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As Lucius looked at the show unraveling in front of him, he felt his wilting erection surge into almost painful action. “Slut,” he whispered under his breath, shaking his head, not intending the words for anyone other than himself.
The offer was very obvious and unashamed. Hell, the bastard was practically presenting himself on a platter. Lucius quirked an eyebrow at the delicious sight in front of him. He let his eyes roam over the display, slowly wetting his lower lip with his tongue.
He stepped up to the bed and stood at the side, locking eyes with Remus. The man was clearly drunk, and a small twinge of conscience crept into Lucius’ lust-filled mind.
*Should I really go this far, with more alcohol than blood running through Remus’ veins?* And then doubt dutifully followed conscience. *Would Remus reject me again when he sobers up?* He sighed and sat down on the bed.
Lucius turned and cupped Remus’ face with his hand, leant forward and drew him into a gentle kiss, tasting of brandy and something sweet, like honey. He drew his head slightly back, their lips almost still touching.
“You are drunk, Remus!” He caressed Remus’ cheek with his thumb. “Sleep this off, and we’ll… talk about it. I’m exhausted too.” He kissed him again and withdrew his hand. Lucius kicked off his shoes and stretched out his legs on the bed. As he leant back against the pillow, he folded his arms behind his head. Lucius inhaled deeply and tried to suppress his arousal with calm, not. quite. succeeding. He closed his eyes with a deep sigh.
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Remus closed his eyes and relaxed next to Lucius. **I want to hate this guy...But I can tell he’s not all bad.** The thought startled and scared him. But it was a fact: He could literally smell the decency in Lucius, far below all that pompous superiority. But, still, he knew Lucius was a bastard for the most part. It was part of his charm.
He reached a hand out and ran his fingers lightly over Lucius’ face, tracing his aristocratic brow and cheekbone, finally ending by lightly stroking Lucius’ full lower lip.
His eyes cracked open to peek at the man lying beside him. **He looks so innocent lying there,** Remus thought. His sense of dirtiness kicked in a butt and he wondered why he was here, trying to seduce this man he had harbored feelings for since he was thirteen years old and first knew he preferred boys to girls.
He shifted his body closer to Lucius’ and brought his mouth up to his ear. He talked softly, his Scottish accent intensified with drink and lust. His hand moved to Lucius’ hair, twirling the fine strands reverently.
“Yes, Lucius...You’re right...I am drunk.” His breath was hot and smelled strongly of brandy. He felt Lucius flinch a bit but he didn’t move away. “I may be acting the whore now, Malfoy, but really, I’m quite the opposite.”
He moved his head to rest on Lucius’ shoulder and swivelled his leg over to rest between Malfoy’s slightly parted ones. His bare skin rubbed against the smooth fabric of Lucius’ trousers, his cock coming into contact with a black-clad thigh. He moaned softly, unable to help himself. Remus brought his hand down to toy with the buttons of Lucius’ shirt, fondling the spot where the first ones had been bitten off earlier. His breath skimmed along the skin there when he spoke again.
“Earlier, when I mentioned Snape? I...insinuated...that he..that I...” His words trailed off, then he sighed. “I was just trying to get a rise out of you. Dark ‘n greasy has never been my type, really. And I daresay Snape hates me far more than you do, Lucius.” He chuckled softly. “With good reason...”
His words were slow and quiet, the effort just to speak showing through. He had drunk far more than he had meant to, and enough time had passed that the effects were fully upon him.
“Anyway...” He continued, “My point is...I haven’t been with anyone in a...very...very...long...time.” He rested his hand on Lucius’ abdomen and let it remain there, still. “And when I smelled you, when you first came into my house, I wanted you...” His voice lowered even more, a mere whisper. “I’ve always wanted you...”
Remus leaned in and kissed Lucius’ cheek sweetly, a lover’s kiss. He shifted his weight toward the other man so he could find the lips he had tasted only too briefly earlier. Finding his quarry, Remus pressed his lips to Lucius’ and moved them sensually, letting his tongue slowly move along the lower edge of Lucius’ mouth.
Pressing his advantage, Remus slithered over and levered himself up until his whole body lie atop Lucius’. He relaxed into the other man, letting his forehead drop onto the broad chest beneath him, twining his legs to maintain contact with Lucius’. His semi-erection nestled happily into Lucius’ inner thigh, and Remus moaned slightly as he shifted his hips.
He brought one hand down to rest on Lucius’ leg, the other curled into a loose fist by his cheek, almost childlike. His cheek rubbed against the bare skin of Lucius’ chest.
“I do want YOU, Lucius. And I am very drunk. But I wanted you before I was drunk, the liquor just...lets me express myself...” He shifted his cock a bit in emphasis, “…Better.” His breath made the light chest hair next to his mouth ripple in tiny waves. “But, I won’t press you, Lucius...I understand if you don’t want me...” His voice trailed off, he blinked, disoriented, wondering why the room was spinning so. “I’m just an animal, after all...” His eyes glazed over and he stared emptily at the wall, bracing himself for the rejection that surely must come next. It always did.
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“I knew you’d come here.”
Remus Lupin’s voice was calm, as always. Rarely did he ever let fear or sadness capture his tones. He preferred to keep them guessing. Years of pretending to be normal had made him so adept at this that he really did come off as just your average neighborhood DADA teacher.
People who saw more than that were either extremely close to him, or in serious trouble.
The man that had just walked boldly into Lupin’s living room was neither of these.
Yet.
Breathing in heavily, Remus tested his guest for intent. Not nervous, not scared. The man was practically as inscrutable as himself. Generally, this was not good.
Unwilling to extend any courtesy to this man he despised, Remus continued to sip his tea and stare into the fire. The air was chilling, and his unwanted visitor had not even the good manners to shut the front door behind him.
But what else could a werewolf in hiding expect from Lucius Malfoy?
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When he had apparated in front of the small cottage, Lucius Malfoy looked around in disgust. It was a barren marsh, full of slimy swamp holes and gnarled trees. The cottage itself was derelict, and the smell…
Lucius wrinkled his nose and held one finger under it as he violently pushed the door open with his foot and stepped inside.
Lucius did not like being sent on a hunt, seek, and beg mission. He did not like it at all, least of all by that old fool Albus Dumbledore. By Merlin’s beard, he was a Malfoy, not some insignificant mudblood!
He had protested vigorously, but then the head of the Ministry of Magic had personally ordered him to go. He knew he would have to do some groveling to convince them he had turned good, but this was ridiculous. *To convince that ANIMAL* - even the thought sounded sneering – *to come back to Hogwarts!*
*Ha!* It was ludicrous, and he would be damned if he would allow this MONSTER to teach DADA to HIS son, even if it was only for a short time.
He had to go, though. They would know if he hadn’t. So he would go, and would TRY to convince the eccentric hermit to come back...but he would not try very hard.
The smell was, if possible, even stronger inside the house. A flare of revulsion flashed over his face as he set his eyes upon the werewolf. He just sat there. Drinking tea.
“Well, MISTER Lupin, I would like to know how YOU knew I would come here, since I did not know it MYSELF until this morning?” His icy reply slicing through the stale, stagnant air.
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Remus continued sipping his Earl Grey, adeptly ignoring the intruder. Watching the fire crackle, feeling the heat’s touch on his skin, he sat. And he didn’t respond.
After a few minutes, Remus realized the arrogant man behind him was not going to just turn and walk away. *Pity,* he sighed to himself. Draining the last of his tea, he found no further excuse to ignore Malfoy. And werewolf he may be, but the Lupins’ were nothing if not polite.
“I should amend my statement. I knew SOMEONE would come.” He tapped his foot on the floor distractedly, an outlet for hidden nervousness. “Why in bloody hell Albus would send YOU, of all people, I’ve no idea. Makes me think the old boy has either lost his marbles, or he’s not very serious about me returning to Hogwarts.”
Remus stood fluidly and brushed some stray ash from his clothes. Just because his shirt and jeans were old, faded, and wrinkled didn’t mean he had to be untidy.
“I have an even more curious question for you, Malfoy.” Remus turned and leaned back, his slender frame resting against the solid brick of the fireplace. No matter how close he got to the heat, his body remained chilled. It had been that way ever since...Well, for a very long time.
“I’d like to know why Albus sent you TODAY, of all days.” Remus glanced toward the window, his eyes skimming the forest, watching the play of shadow and light on the broad, green leaves.
“He knows me well enough. The day after the full moon is not the most opportune time to ask me to think about much of ANYTHING.” Remus smiled, his mouth quirking in a lopsided grin. “And speaking with YOU is very low on my list of things worthy of getting out of my chair for, Lucius.”
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Lucius smirked slightly at the flagrant use of his first name. As he leaned against his cane, his finger softly caressed the silver snake’s head. He decided to taunt the uppity miscreant back a little.
“I take it Albus turned to me because no one really cared enough to come without coercion?” He let the statement hang in the room while he sized up the cottage, and then turned his arrogant stare on the man standing a few feet away.
Finally settling his eyes back onto Remus’ steady gaze, he quirked an eyebrow and sighed.
“As for the chosen day, Albus really left that up to me. And I still have some…connections...so finding you was no difficulty. You don’t seem to mind if you are found, or not, do you? And since you DID get up for me, your LIST doesn’t seem to be that long, after all. Remus.”
Lucius let all his contempt seep into his voice as he spoke that despiced name. Again he perused the...well, he would call it a chicken coop. He noticed the disarray of tableware and clothes everywhere.
*Not like Lupin to be this unorganized. He may be a lowly creature, but he has always been rather picky about his things…*
Lucius turned his thoughts toward what Lupin had actually said. (…today, of all days…)
Lucius studied the man again. (…after full moon…)
Oh, of course. He had no Wolfsbane potions; he had been away from Snape, the only Potions Master anyone knew of, who could brew the tricky concoction, for years. A slight shiver passed down Lucius' spine at the thought of Lupin turning into a slavering beast once the moon rose.
Albus had known Lucius would find the man quickly. Anger flared through him, mostly at himself for walking so unmindful into the old man’s scheming.
He regained his composure immediately. “You are right. Albus desires your return to Hogwarts to teach…” He grimaced “…Defence Against the Dark Arts. And make no mistake, this is a request I am SICKENED with making!”
He moved closer to Lupin, mere five feet separating them. His voice was dangerously soft when he spoke. “I don’t want you anywhere near my son, REMUS. If I had anything to say about it, you would be condemned to leave England.” Lucius hissed the last words, clutching his cane with white knuckles.
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Remus stood still in a way that only a man with a bit of predator in him could manage. Malfoy’s verbal assault didn’t interest him. He barely knew the man, had not seen or spoken to him in several years. Letting the acerbic words flow over him, Remus took the few moments’ chance to survey Malfoy. He knew the gist of Lucius’ rant anyway...Evil werewolf, no good for teaching, wouldn’t want to be caught dead in your presence, stay away from precious Draco...yadda, yadda, yadda.
Remus coolly gazed as Lucius spouted his venomous barbs. As for Malfoy, he had changed little in the past five years. Hair still long and silky, that blinding white blond that looked oh so unnatural but was, indeed, his own and not from a bottle. His skin was still as pale; evidently sun bathing had not been taken up as a hobby. As Lucius spoke, Remus noticed how his silvery eyes flashed with anger. *Sigh. He is a fine looking man.* Remus tilted his head in accord with his inner dialogue. *Too bad he’s such a total prick.*
Sensing that Malfoy’s final jab had been loosed, Remus slowly stalked forward, closing the few feet’s distance between them. His smile was dazzling, and he looked very sincere as he purred up into Malfoy’s face, “Oh, Lucius.” He placed one hand gracefully on the other man’s check, delighting in the almost imperceptible flash of discomfort that flitted across Malfoy’s aristocratic features. Leaning in even further, Remus’ voice dropped to a sultry whisper, his tone melting into the range of a lover’s croon. “I didn’t know you cared.”
Remus stood stock still, his hand resting on Malfoy’s cheek. He stared up into those oddly light eyes, a smile playing around his lips.
Confident that the other man couldn’t physically harm him, Remus knew he had only a few moments before Malfoy reacted to his game. But what would that reaction be? He knew the other man had always found him attractive. Remus literally smelled the desire on Malfoy every time they happened to cross paths. The fact that Lucius hated him for what he was, made his lust all the more enticing to Remus.
And, Remus had to admit, he did find Lucius very...intriguing.
A very brief flicker of chastisement wandered through Remus’ brain. Taunting Malfoy like this really was mean-spirited, and not in his nature. But he had been alone, for so long now, denying himself even the simple pleasure of another’s company. Malfoy had just barged in and upset his lonely routine with callous disregard. On the one day of the lunar cycle that he most wanted to do nothing but sit in his chair and...NOT think. Here Malfoy was, demanding his mental energies to contemplate leaving his self-imposed prison, going back to the one place and time in his life he had ever felt liked, respected, wanted, loved.
No, Remus could not feel guilty for baiting the other man. Besides, he was pretty damn sure that Lucius could take care of himself, and he would neither expect nor appreciate Remus pulling his punches and being his normal genial self toward Lucius. The very thought would infuriate the conceited bastard, and Remus felt confident he could be nasty enough to Malfoy to show him just how much he respected him.
These thoughts flew through Remus’ mind swiftly. Just as he smiled wider at his own twisted thinking, he finally got the delayed reaction from Lucius that he had been waiting for.
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Lucius was stunned for a moment, his mouth open as if he had wanted to say something. He snapped it closed, feeling deep resentment rush through him. Who did this son of a bitch think he was? He took a step back, shaking off the offending hand on his cheek.
"What do you think you are playing at, Lupin? Keep your dirty hands off me, who knows where they have been last. What carcass they have dug into?” Lucius was not aware that his own hand had strayed to the cheek, cupping it, feeling the lingering warmth from the werewolf’s hand.
He gasped when he noticed and let the hand fall. *That insufferable brat, making such evident overtures at me, at Lucius Malfoy!* His spine tingled again and the small hairs on his neck stood on end. He took another step backwards, trying to create some distance between them, hating himself for this show of weakness.
He heard his father droning in his head “A Malfoy does not show fear nor weakness. Use the feelings and turn them against your adversary!”
Lucius took a deep breath, preparing another verbal assault as he looked into Lupin’s eyes. The green hazel intermingled with tinges of yellow, the pupils very dilated, giving the man an intense and feral look, which took his voice away. “Lupin, you…”
Even when relaxed as Lupin was now, with that smile on his lips, he emanated *predator* from every pore of his being. All from his fluid movements and the curve of his lips over his teeth, to his steady gaze, suddenly freezing Lucius to the spot, like a frightened hare caught in headlights. Lupin WAS a predator!
Lucius shook his head, breaking the spell and hissed “Never, ever, touch me again, werewolf! You make me sick to the core of my soul!” As he said this, he recognized his own lie. Remus had never made him sick. This man, this lycanthrope, with all his raw power and intensity, had always held a strange lure for Lucius. Repulsed by the nature of Remus’ being and still attracted by his rugged beauty, Lucius was torn between those opposing feelings every time he had set eyes upon him.
Real anger built in him again, resenting Remus’ evident sway over him deeply. “Just answer the question, Lupin, will you return to Hogwarts?” He glared at the man, trying to pour as much malice into his voice and gaze as he could, whilst shivering inside with those hated feelings.
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Remus tried very hard not to laugh as Malfoy drew away from him so fast that a small wind practically formed to fill in the sudden gap between them.
He smelled a new scent in the air: The stale bouquet of embarrassment mixed with the sharper, musky smell of half-hidden desire. Remus pondered this, pursing his lips. That Lucius was physically attracted to him, he already knew. The embarrassment struck him as strange, though. Anger maybe, or dismay...Either of those would make much more sense. But embarrassment?
THAT particular emotion had an air of expectation about it, as if some kernel of truth in Lucius’ mind was trying to tell him that his lust was not just an idle thing to be tolerated, but an entity unto itself. One that would see to it that it’s needs were fulfilled.
Some part of Lucius Malfoy knew he would eventually have Remus...And the man’s mind was already apologizing for it.
Remus sighed. He disliked complicated entanglements. Oh well, nothing to be done but wait and see. In the meantime, he had Lucius’ smart mouth to deal with.
Remus sauntered lazily toward Malfoy, taking a quick side-step to move past him. He walked along the length of the room, running his hand over the crumbling wallpaper as he moved along the perimeter. The print was one of brown clocks on a faded yellow background. Remus quite liked it, and smiled a bit at his astonishingly bad taste.
“Well. Malfoy. Just to ease your mind, I can tell you I haven’t dug into any carcasses recently.” He leaned against the wall, bringing one hand up, inspecting the fingernails as if to make sure no blood was there to make him seem a liar. “Not that it’s any of your business, of course. Although I do relish the idea of you ignorantly imagining me stalking around with blood tinged foam on my muzzle, I’m afraid it’s simply not true.” Remus reached one hand to scratch a spot on his middle back. Damn fleas.
“Severus.” He smiled devastatingly. “Er… Professor Snape, that is. He sends me regular shipments of the Wolfsbane potion.” Remus made his way to the small refrigerator, glancing up at Lucius as he opened the door with a creak. “Sometimes...” His expression fogged into wistfulness for a split second. “Sometimes, he even brings it himself, rather than send it by other, less personal means.”
Deliberately avoiding the man’s taunts and insistent demands for a yes or no answer, Remus tempered his actions to be slow and drawn out. He didn’t appreciate being insulted in his own home, but he would be damned if he showed any hurt or anger to Lucius Malfoy.
Remus leaned down to peruse the contents of his icebox. Glancing over his shoulder at the still man behind him, he smiled in a friendly, engaging way, as if he didn’t realize how much Lucius despised him. “How rude of me. Would you care for a drink?” His eyebrow slid upward, an expression that anyone who attended school with the young Lupin would recognize. Part innocent and part dare, the look was deceptively taunting. Remaining bent down a bit to see inside the refrigerator, Remus waited for the other man to show some sign of life, as he had not moved a muscle or changed expression in several minutes.
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Lucius almost drew back again when Remus approached him, but he forced himself to remain in the spot. He was not able, however, to hold back a low sigh of relief when the man side-stepped him and went to the wall.
Lucius turned his head slowly to keep an eye on him. He tried to gauge Remus’ intent, failing miserably. His eyes flitted over the outrageous wallpaper to the hand running over it. No blood…well, he could have bathed for all Lucius knew, although the smell indicated that, no, he had certainly not bathed.
He involuntarily wrinkled his nose again, suddenly craving fresh air in his lungs. Still he did not believe Remus. Surely this vile creature had killed and eaten last night, no doubt about that.
Lucius watched as Remus absently and with agile ease scratched his mid-back through the worn shirt, watched the well-defined muscles play under the thin fabric, watched the hazel eyes close slightly, the long lashes almost … Lucius had to force his eyes away, cursing himself for letting himself go like that.
So… Severus had known were Remus lived, and not said anything. He caught the wistful flicker in the hazel eyes, and knew why. So maybe the Wolfsbane potion wasn’t the only thing he brought here. Lucius almost smirked, but somehow managed to keep his expression blank.
Lucius Malfoy, was not used to being forced to wait for anything, least of all a simple yes or no. He was growing increasingly annoyed by the time Remus was taking. Impatience was not becoming, but he was not staying here for much longer and had just made up his mind to repeat the question in a more demanding tone, when Remus turned his back to him and bent down to peruse the fridge. Ack…the words stuck in his suddenly dry mouth.
Lucius tried to remember why it was he despised Remus. Oh… yes, he was a beast, a foul werewolf. He ate people if he could. But…Lucius found himself quite unable to remove his eyes from that bottom. Self-loathing ran through him, and still his eyes lingered and roamed over the firm cheeks
He just managed to remove his eyes when Remus offered him something to drink. The look in the man’s face was very familiar. He had seen it many times at Hogwarts, and he didn’t trust it a bit but had always found very attractive.
*Attractive...* Lucius chided himself. There was nothing attractive about this man! He cringed inwardly at his own lie. Why was he still lying to himself after all these years? Everything about the man was attractive to him. The ruffled hair, the haunting eyes, the short rough stubble, even the worn down clothes, fitting so…so...
Lucius actually had to shake his head to collect his thoughts again. He masked it with a slightly hoarse drawl “No, thank you, Lupin. I don’t think I would enjoy anything from you… Just answer the damned question, so I can move on with my day!” He tried to pour some icy anger into his voice, but had to settle for mild contempt.
He was obviously losing his touch at the taunting. Out of practice. Not much bantering between him and Narcissa lately, since she had left…well, there never had been. He turned around swiftly and stepped closer, his elegant and black cloak billowing around him. The insufferable man just kept rummaging in the refrigerator! “Remus!” He shouted “Answer the goddamned question! Will you return or not?” Lucius had finally lost both patience and temper, much to his own dismay.
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Remus smiled privately to himself, amused that he had ruffled Lucius’ composure. He grabbed a Guinness from the fridge and stood up slowly, closing the creaky icebox door. He turned around and walked to the kitchen counter.
He glanced at Malfoy and made a show of pretending to think hard as he slid the beer bottle under a drawer pull and opened his beer with it. **Will have to buy new ones soon, * he thought. *This is the only pull I haven’t destroyed by using it to open bottles. *
Striding quickly back to his chair, Remus took a long swig from his drink. Reaching up to his mantle, he drew down a snifter of brandy and a glass. He resumed his spot in front of the fire, drawing an old blanket off of the armrest and casually draping it over himself. He placed the brandy and the glass on the floor beside his foot.
Remus didn’t turn around when he spoke. “If you should change your mind about that drink, Lucius, feel free to help yourself.” Another long pull of the beer. “I don’t have anything fancy like you’re used to, but if you’re going to go slumming, you may as well have the full experience, I say.”
Remus drank in silence a moment, waiting for signs of movement. He heard none. Sighing, Remus realized he was growing tired of this game.
“Tell you what, Lucius. Why don’t you convince me to go back with you? Why should I go back? I have such a lovely home right here...” He gestured his free hand to indicate his dusty, disheveled hovel. “It may not be much, but it’s mine. I am left alone here, no one around to bother me.” He finished the beer, casually discarding the bottle on the floor, and picked up the glass and carafe of amber liquor. Pouring a generous amount into the glass, he lowered the snifter back to the floor.
“Why should I go back to Hogwarts, Lucius? Just to get comfortable there, come to enjoy the teaching and the company, and then be asked to leave because some elitist pig like yourself comes along and complains about the undesirable once-a-month furriness of their darling so-and-so’s DADA teacher?” Remus took a very long swig of his drink, using the time to calm himself a bit, regain his apathetic air.
“Seriously, Malfoy. Tell me why I should set myself up for that kind of thing. Again. It happened once, and I can’t fault myself for that. But willingly going back there, volunteering for that abuse again, that would be either madness or extreme stupidity.” Another swig, his words sounding just a bit unsteady at this point. Remus knew he couldn’t hold his liquor well, not with his metabolism, but he needed the drinks after Malfoy’s offer of something he wanted so badly. He was sure the prick would be gone very soon, before he was visibly inebriated.
He was silent for a moment. His exceptional hearing picked up Malfoy’s steady breathing a few feet away. “Regardless what you think of werewolves in general, or me in particular, my dear Lucius...” He laughed, the sound warm and inviting. “I am neither mad nor stupid...” Another swig finished off the liquor in the glass, and Remus poured himself some more. He took one swallow of the new drink and leaned sideways to look back at Malfoy.
“Just so you know.” He said, then winked, grinning lopsidedly. He moved back to settle into his chair. Staring into the flames of the ever-present fire, he snuggled closer into the blanket and continued to drink. He knew it was a weakness, this need to drink himself into not caring about the offer he so wanted to take, but if it kept him from playing the fool and actually believing that Dumbledore could protect him, then it was worth it.
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Lucius really needed that drink now. He was furious; his mouth was dry as old parchment. His eyes had just followed the man around the room, every move and every sound sending electric currents down his spine.
But he had regained some of his formerly lost composure and was able to seem unfazed toward the werewolf. He would be damned, before he went *slumming* with that *thing.*
He swallowed to urge on some saliva production, any small amount of moisture would do. Of course his saliva had chosen this particular moment to go on holiday with his wit. **Damn! Damn him for doing this to me, again and again!**
His mind perked up a little, though, when he heard the obvious hurt in the by now slurred voice. So the beast wanted to go back, but didn’t want to get hurt. **Awwww…**. Lucius smirked yet again, and somehow his wit returned early from the holiday. But unfortunately it hadn’t brought the saliva back.
Well, he just had to take the bastard up on that drink anyway. Without looking at Lupin, Lucius sauntered over to the mantle, put his cane against the wall and took a glass. He looked suspiciously at it, and drew out a startling white handkerchief. He slowly polished the glass intently and held it up to the light. “Tut tut, well, that will have to do for now.” His voice was slightly hoarse, but nevertheless the arrogance was back.
It warmed Lucius to his core. He even managed to smile when he turned and faced the sitting man. He walked over next to the chair and bent down, his gaze fixed on Lupin. He lifted the snifter and rose.
Towering over Lupin, the black cloak just brushing against the seated man’s leg, Lucius looked down at him as he poured himself a generous drink. He smelled at it. It seemed like an unlikely fine brandy, but just to taunt the son of a bitch he wrinkled his nose a little.
"You may be many things, Remus, but you are at least true to your word on liquors. This is certainly an inferior brand, but as it seems to be the only remotely safe thing to drink you have, I will settle for that." He sipped at the drink and forced his features into a light grimace even though it tasted very good.
"As it is, Remus, I am really at a loss here." He slowly swirled the liqueur around in the glass "You evidently don't want to go back, and I, for one, can’t see a reason for trying to convince you otherwise. And why would you even listen to a...what was it now..?" He mused a moment with a finger at his lower lip "...an elitist pig?" He kept staring down at Lupin with a smirk, seeing the quickly consumed alcohol taking it’s toll.
"And the monthly...furry-ness, as you like to present it, is not something easily disregarded. I just don’t trust you, Remus, even if you claim to be taking the potion. Even if you were completely sane and intelligent, which you most certainly are not, I wouldn’t let you near my son!"
This time he remained calm, controlled and composed, much to his inner relief. He wasn’t sure, though, for how long this would hold if he kept staring
at Lupin like that.
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Remus threw back his head and laughed throatily as his eyes blazed up at Lucius. He shook his head, wiping tears from his eyes. “Good Lord, Lucius, you are priceless! Utterly priceless! Do you know that?”
He polished off the last of his brandy, dropping the glass casually on the floor. He chuckled as he swallowed, not quite sure why he found Malfoy’s unrepentant bigotry so very amusing.
**It’s because you’re drunk, you great oaf,** he chided himself. His fast metabolism drew the alcohol quickly into his system, hitting him like an anvil.
Remus stilled his laughter, but allowed himself to smile sultrily at his guest. With the fluid grace only a part-time canine could muster, Remus rose from his chair to stand even with Lucius.
His chest brushed the other man’s clothing as he stood, dragging the front of his shirt down, causing a couple of the badly repaired buttons to come undone. At his full height, he stood only a good inch shorter than Lucius.
He lifted his face to stare intently at Malfoy, the smile remaining in place, coloring his slightly slurred words.
“My dear, dear Lucius. My brandy is indeed a somewhat inferior brand, as you should know.” He winked. “It’s your family brand, after all.” His smile widened. “Although, really, to be fair, I am just trying to bother you. Your family brand is the best out there, as we both know.” His hand reached up to scratch his chest lazily. “Your liquor is very good, even though produced by a bunch of insular cretins.”
Scratching done, Remus leaned forward just a bit to rest his chin on the fine fabric of the shirt in front of him. “As to myself, I never claimed to be completely sane, although I do consider myself quite intelligent.” His brow furrowed, a fine line appearing between his seductively arched brows. “As a matter of fact,” His hand strayed absently to pluck at the collar of Lucius’ shirt. “I seem to remember I graduated ahead of you.”
He leaned his head down and purposefully took the top button of Lucius’ shirt in his mouth. He bit down and pulled back sharply, popping the button off, leaving trailing thread in its wake. He turned his head and spit the button into the fire. A crackle erupted as it was consumed in the flames.
Returning his chin to Lucius’ chest, Remus moved his hand to stroke the skin he had exposed by removing the button. He felt light, soft hair there and shuddered with desire. **It’s not Lucius. It’s just that I’ve been alone a long time...** He lied to himself. Even in his drunken state he knew his physical attraction to Malfoy had existed since he first met the other boy at Hogwarts.
They had even had a bit of a sticky encounter in the boy’s shower room once, and although neither had ever spoken of it, the animosity between them had leapt sharply afterwards.
Turning his mind to the present, Remus growled low in his throat as he realized Lucius was standing perfectly still, his breathing shallow, fast, and irregular. Pressing his advantage, he snuggled down and licked the exposed skin softly, much like a wolf would show affection to it’s pup.
After a few moments of this, Remus mingled words in to the lathing of Lucius’ chest. “As to...your son...” He breathed in deeply, the scent of Malfoy’s sweat and confusion erupting like pheromones to his senses.
“I have no...” Lick. “Particular...” Loooong lick. “Desire...” Soft laugh, enjoying his word choice. “To be anywhere...” Short nip of teeth on the light hair. “Near him...” Swirl of tongue over recently nipped flesh. “Lucius.” He breathed the last word, hot wind mingling with the wetness left on the pale skin.
Remus set his chin against Lucius’ chest again. “But you, Lucius.” He brought his hand up to run slowly down Lucius’ long, silken, oh-so-pale hair. “I could be...” He rumbled hoarsely, “persuaded...” He slipped his other hand around to rest on Lucius’ backside. “To be near...” He shifted his hips slightly, brushing his erection against Lucius’ thigh. Remus raised his head and closed his eyes, leaning up until his lips were level with Lucius’, but not. Quite. Touching.
“You.” The word came out so softly as to almost be just a puff of breath. Remus stood very still, wondering if the next thing he felt would be Malfoy shoving him across the room, perhaps casting some unpleasant spell on him. He smiled a bit. **Can’t say I’d blame him,** he thought.
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Lucius drew in his breath sharply as the werewolf rose, watching the opening shirt intently as Lupin scratched the partly bared chest. He let the half-witted taunt about their *brand* pass without comment or even thought for that matter. Lupin was too damned close for comfort, or was it the other way around….?. Suddenly Lucius couldn’t remember.
Still, he had almost made up his mind to withdraw a step when that face had made contact with his chest, pinning him down more efficiently than manacles.. He trembled slightly, but managed to regain some composure as he in his mind began to chant all the while chiding himself in several languages for being weak..
**Just keep breathing. Don’t look down. Keep breathing. Don’t look** Lucius’s frantic thoughts snapped with the cord holding the top button in place. He looked down and was lost in the vision and sensation of Lupin licking his exposed chest, fingering the hair and nibbling on him as if he were a treat of some sort. The low growl against his skin sent ice into his stomach, fear mixed with arousal and made his breath hitch slightly
At the following torture from Lupin’s mouth, Lucius had to admit, that words had lost any meaning to him, his focus solely on hot tongue, teeth, breath and lips against his chest. Every lick, tug or gust of air sending impulses straight into his groin.
Lupin’s hand on his hair now, the other hand brushing over his back, holding him, stroking him… Lucius gasped involuntarily when he felt the not inconsiderable erection brush over his thigh
Gods…this had to be the alcohol speaking in Remus...for surely this man wasn’t really attracted to him, Lucius Malfoy, a former Deatheater. A brief memory of a confused encounter in the boy’s shower room, followed by sneering dismissals flickered through Lucius’ overloading mind. The sensual breath over his dry lips brought him back. The first and only word he had understood for some moments now “You!” Him?
He opened his eyes **when did I close them??** and looked again at Lupin. Head tilted up, lips offered like a sacred offering to a God, the cheeks slightly blushed **drink or lust** Lucius thought. warm hands on hair and back not moving but still there. *Good*, he was surprised by his own thought. **Good?** he asked himself. *Yes, definitely good!*
He smirked, and then he dropped the glass, shattering it carelessly on the floor, and quickly entwined his hand in the longish coppery hair. Violently he pulled Lupin’s head back, ripping out a few strands in the process.
“Me, Remus, me what? Is it really me you want or just some quick roll in the….filth?” His heart was jubilant at the arrogance he had been able to put into the words, against all odds. He decided not to give the werewolf any chance for reply or action.
He quickly released the hair and with a tight grip on the slender shoulders he turned them toward the wall and slammed Remus against it, hopefully knocking the air out of the bastard. He drew very close and inclined his head slightly, looming over Remus.
“You are a slut, Remus.” Lucius clamped down his mouth over Remus’ lips and kissed him with a vengeance, forcing his tongue into the hot mouth. He used his superior body mass to pin Remus against the wall as he ravaged his mouth, letting his own arousal dig into Remus’ crotch. After a while he drew his face back, sucking Remus’ lower lip slightly before letting go “You are a whore! Nothing but a bitch in heat!” Lucius chuckled deeply and waited for a reaction, not relinquishing his advantage in size.
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Remus stared back at Lucius, slightly dazed by passion and drink. He brought his hand up and grabbed a good portion of Lucius’ hair, pulling back harshly, baring the other man’s throat. He growled deep in his chest and fastened his mouth on to the place he could feel Lucius’ pulse throbbing. His teeth scraped the skin a little, and he sucked strongly while his tongue flicked at the flesh he had drawn into his mouth.
His other hand slapped down on Lucius’ ass and held fast there, pulling their bodies together even more firmly than Lucius’ full-body block had done.
Releasing the other man’s throat, Remus murmured, “So, I’m just a bitch to you, am I, Lucius?” He ground his pelvis into Malfoy’s. “But am I YOUR bitch? Are you going to MAKE ME your bitch, Lucius?”
He moved his head down to the pale chest, and moved the fabric away with a quick flick of his chin. His teeth clamped down on Lucius’ nipple hard. Remus ground the skin between his teeth and licked the captured nub. He worried the skin between his teeth for a few long moments.
Remus released Lucius’ nipple as swiftly as he has claimed it. “Or, maybe...” He licked the abused skin, noting the indentations his teeth had made. “Just maybe, I will make YOU mine...”
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As Remus suddenly broke Lucius’ hold and clamped his mouth and teeth over the most vulnerable spot on Lucius’ throat, fear again quickly washed through him as a current of icy water, freezing him. **Surely he doesn’t mean to rip my throat out…**
He gasped as the hand on his ass ground them even closer together, their erection coming into a sizzling contact. **no, evidently not** relief rushed over him, when Remus released his throat.
Lucius wanted to shout “YES, you are my bitch!” into his face, just to make sure the werewolf still knew how the power-balance was here, when the intense pain flaming out from his nipple made him arch his back with a startled cry. The cry was quickly replaced by a deep moan at the subsequent soothing. He tried to collect his thoughts.
*Him…Remus’… bitch…never…!* even his thoughts hitched in his mind. He managed to stammer out “No…Never!” and tried to disengage himself from Remus, to be able to regain some hold on his composure.
He struggled but was quite unable to disentangle himself from Remus. He was stronger than he looked. “Get .off .me. or. you .will .regret .it .Remus!” the words interspersed by his rapid and uncontrollable breathing.
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Remus released Lucius immediately and placed both hands on his chest, then shoved the other man away, hard. His force was such that Lucius tumbled backwards gracelessly into Remus’ old chair.
Remus stalked over to him, leaning down, his hands grasping the armrests. He stopped with his face mere inches from the other man’s.
The werewolf breathed in deeply, closing his eyes to savor the scents in the air. “I can smell the fear on you...” Another breath. “And...something else...” As the emotions registered with his supernatural sense of smell, Remus’ lip curled up in a sneer.
Abruptly, he stood upright and snatched up the brandy, taking a very long pull off the bottle. He leaned casually against the mantle, letting the fire warm him. He stared at his guest, disgust apparent on his face.
“Oh, Lucius. Poor, ignorant Lucius. Here I thought your ‘dirty werewolf’ schtick was just for show.” Another gulp of the liquor, and his expression softened. “But, unless my senses deceive me, you really do believe I’m little more than an animal, don’t you?” Before Lucius could answer, Remus took another swig and walked away unsteadily, taking the snifter with him.
As he reached a door leading to another, as yet unseen, room, he turned. “If that’s what you think, it’s really too bad.” His expression was almost wistful. “I always had sort of a thing for you in school, much to the dismay of Sirius and James.” His words slurred fairly badly now, and he stumbled as he reached for the door handle. He stopped as he opened the door.
“So. Get the fuck out of my house, and tell Albus to send someone more persuasive. Unless, of course, you’re up for a little attitude adjustment...?” He opened the door and disappeared from view, leaving the door to swing slowly closed behind him.
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Lucius was flabbergasted, unable to form any coherent witty reply, as he watched Remus first taunt him and then move into the other room. His breathing finally reached a normal level, as he was left alone in the living room, left to ponder Remus’ words. **…a thing for you…** Lucius frowned deeply as he mentally stumbled over the words replayed several times in his head.
Had Remus not just professed more than mere base lust here? Was there more to the man than met the eye? A warm and almost forgotten feeling stirred in Lucius’ stomach. Was he more than an animal, disguising as an admittedly beautiful man? He was drunk now, sure, but wasn’t there a saying?
…in vino veritas…
Lucius looked into the fire as he absently touched the bruise on his throat. His logic and reason, two former strong allies, told him to leave now, before things got out of hand. But that feeling deep in his stomach told him to stay. Lucius was torn.
He looked at the closed door Remus had disappeared behind **…attitude adjustment…** the taunt sent slight tendrils of anger through him, but they didn’t quite impact as they usually would. Still, he would be forced to make something clear here, before he left. A Malfoy was no one’s bitch, not even Remus’!
He slowly rose and took his cane. Then he walked over to the door and rested his hand on the doorknob. His mind was still torn by his opposing feelings.
He knew, if he walked into that room now, everything would change. His world would turn upside down. But he also knew, that if he walked away from this, he would never be able to forgive himself.
Lucius sighed, then inhaled deeply, bracing himself as he drew up his favorite arrogant mask and pushed the door open. Standing in the doorway he spoke.
“You realize, Remus, that the change in attitude has already taken place…” Lucius paused slightly as his eyes ran over the neat and clean room **bedroom** he corrected himself.
That was a surprise! Clearly the living room wasn’t Remus’ favored spot in this cottage. His eyes rested on the bed, where Remus sat, holding the snifter between his knees. “…in your attitude!” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a little push of his cane, not removing his eyes from the figure on the bed
“Now there’s only one thing left to decide…” He stepped a little closer and unbuckled his cloak, letting it puddle around his feet. “…and that is who is the bitch here, since it’s surely not me!” He smirked, as he leant the cane against the dresser next to him.
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Remus switched positions languidly, and crawled on all fours to the end of the bed, letting the now empty bottle fall to the floor. “So, Lucius. Decided I’m human after all, have we?” He licked his lips, looking the other man up and down.
The alcohol pumped through his veins, lighting him up with desire. **Lucius wants to play the big man, huh? I can go along with that...For now...**
Remus shook his head to get the hair out of his eyes, then smiled his most seductive smile, looking up at Lucius from lowered lashes.
Not saying a word, he knelt up on his knees and slowly removed his shirt. He moved his hips from side to side, mimicking a strip tease, as he peeled the fabric from his chest and arms. He twirled the garment in one hand and threw it at Lucius, where it hit the man’s chest and fell to his feet.
Still kneeling, he unbuttoned his jeans and brought the zipper down. Then Remus turned his back to Lucius and slowly pushed his pants down. He had never liked underwear, so there was nothing between him and Lucius’ hungry gaze.
Unable to get the pants off further, he stretched out on his stomach and wriggled his way back up to the head of the bed, jeans inching down as he moved. By the time his head hit the headboard, his pants were pooled around his ankles, and it was an easy matter to toe them off onto the floor.
Rising up onto his elbows, Remus pushed his ass up into the air just a bit in a blatant invitation. He turned his head back and to the side, resting his chin on his shoulder. He could just see Lucius out of the corner of his eye.
“So. Come on then, Malfoy. See if you can make me howl for you.” He smiled dreamily, closing his eyes. “Unless you need a little...Oral stimulation...first?” His grin grew wider and he patted the bed next to him. “Your choice...But make it fast, this is a very limited time offer.”
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As Lucius looked at the show unraveling in front of him, he felt his wilting erection surge into almost painful action. “Slut,” he whispered under his breath, shaking his head, not intending the words for anyone other than himself.
The offer was very obvious and unashamed. Hell, the bastard was practically presenting himself on a platter. Lucius quirked an eyebrow at the delicious sight in front of him. He let his eyes roam over the display, slowly wetting his lower lip with his tongue.
He stepped up to the bed and stood at the side, locking eyes with Remus. The man was clearly drunk, and a small twinge of conscience crept into Lucius’ lust-filled mind.
*Should I really go this far, with more alcohol than blood running through Remus’ veins?* And then doubt dutifully followed conscience. *Would Remus reject me again when he sobers up?* He sighed and sat down on the bed.
Lucius turned and cupped Remus’ face with his hand, leant forward and drew him into a gentle kiss, tasting of brandy and something sweet, like honey. He drew his head slightly back, their lips almost still touching.
“You are drunk, Remus!” He caressed Remus’ cheek with his thumb. “Sleep this off, and we’ll… talk about it. I’m exhausted too.” He kissed him again and withdrew his hand. Lucius kicked off his shoes and stretched out his legs on the bed. As he leant back against the pillow, he folded his arms behind his head. Lucius inhaled deeply and tried to suppress his arousal with calm, not. quite. succeeding. He closed his eyes with a deep sigh.
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Remus closed his eyes and relaxed next to Lucius. **I want to hate this guy...But I can tell he’s not all bad.** The thought startled and scared him. But it was a fact: He could literally smell the decency in Lucius, far below all that pompous superiority. But, still, he knew Lucius was a bastard for the most part. It was part of his charm.
He reached a hand out and ran his fingers lightly over Lucius’ face, tracing his aristocratic brow and cheekbone, finally ending by lightly stroking Lucius’ full lower lip.
His eyes cracked open to peek at the man lying beside him. **He looks so innocent lying there,** Remus thought. His sense of dirtiness kicked in a butt and he wondered why he was here, trying to seduce this man he had harbored feelings for since he was thirteen years old and first knew he preferred boys to girls.
He shifted his body closer to Lucius’ and brought his mouth up to his ear. He talked softly, his Scottish accent intensified with drink and lust. His hand moved to Lucius’ hair, twirling the fine strands reverently.
“Yes, Lucius...You’re right...I am drunk.” His breath was hot and smelled strongly of brandy. He felt Lucius flinch a bit but he didn’t move away. “I may be acting the whore now, Malfoy, but really, I’m quite the opposite.”
He moved his head to rest on Lucius’ shoulder and swivelled his leg over to rest between Malfoy’s slightly parted ones. His bare skin rubbed against the smooth fabric of Lucius’ trousers, his cock coming into contact with a black-clad thigh. He moaned softly, unable to help himself. Remus brought his hand down to toy with the buttons of Lucius’ shirt, fondling the spot where the first ones had been bitten off earlier. His breath skimmed along the skin there when he spoke again.
“Earlier, when I mentioned Snape? I...insinuated...that he..that I...” His words trailed off, then he sighed. “I was just trying to get a rise out of you. Dark ‘n greasy has never been my type, really. And I daresay Snape hates me far more than you do, Lucius.” He chuckled softly. “With good reason...”
His words were slow and quiet, the effort just to speak showing through. He had drunk far more than he had meant to, and enough time had passed that the effects were fully upon him.
“Anyway...” He continued, “My point is...I haven’t been with anyone in a...very...very...long...time.” He rested his hand on Lucius’ abdomen and let it remain there, still. “And when I smelled you, when you first came into my house, I wanted you...” His voice lowered even more, a mere whisper. “I’ve always wanted you...”
Remus leaned in and kissed Lucius’ cheek sweetly, a lover’s kiss. He shifted his weight toward the other man so he could find the lips he had tasted only too briefly earlier. Finding his quarry, Remus pressed his lips to Lucius’ and moved them sensually, letting his tongue slowly move along the lower edge of Lucius’ mouth.
Pressing his advantage, Remus slithered over and levered himself up until his whole body lie atop Lucius’. He relaxed into the other man, letting his forehead drop onto the broad chest beneath him, twining his legs to maintain contact with Lucius’. His semi-erection nestled happily into Lucius’ inner thigh, and Remus moaned slightly as he shifted his hips.
He brought one hand down to rest on Lucius’ leg, the other curled into a loose fist by his cheek, almost childlike. His cheek rubbed against the bare skin of Lucius’ chest.
“I do want YOU, Lucius. And I am very drunk. But I wanted you before I was drunk, the liquor just...lets me express myself...” He shifted his cock a bit in emphasis, “…Better.” His breath made the light chest hair next to his mouth ripple in tiny waves. “But, I won’t press you, Lucius...I understand if you don’t want me...” His voice trailed off, he blinked, disoriented, wondering why the room was spinning so. “I’m just an animal, after all...” His eyes glazed over and he stared emptily at the wall, bracing himself for the rejection that surely must come next. It always did.
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2007-09-07 02:12 (UTC)That was YOU!?
I read this way back when I first started seeking out fic, and fell in love with the pairing because of it and a Masquerade fic that Lady Feylene did...
So I can blame part of my Lucius obsession on you! :D
Seriously, this has been one of my favorite fics for a long time, and the fact that there's actually more to it has me squeeing something fierce. :D
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2007-09-07 06:21 (UTC)I'll happily accept any blame in connection with your obsession with Lucius. I'd even be honoured to.
I hope the last part of the scene doesn't disappoint you :> This was my second attempt at writing Teh Gay Sex, and I love the banter between them far more than the actual sex scene *G*.
But wow, what a coincidence really. I'm glad you like(d) it though! *bounce*
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2007-09-07 23:56 (UTC)And this is why I keep a rec-list, because otherwise I might have guessed, but I'd not have known for sure. :D