Sinope's Fiction: Something So Good

Title: Something So Good
Author: Sinope at (no spam!) gmail dot com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus, Remus/Harry/Severus
Summary: Remus has choices. Some of them have been made for him.
Author's notes: For threerings, for the pornish_pixies Fantasyfest. Title from Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart."
Disclaimer: This is an unofficial fan work. No profit was made; no ownership is implied.

You cry out in your sleep (all my failings expose)
There's a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold
Just that something so good just can't function no more
But love, love will tear us apart again.

Severus latched his teeth into Remus's neck from behind, biting deep and sharp, as his fingers teased in excruciatingly delicate contrast around the head of Remus's cock. As the werewolf gasped, bucking into Snape's supple fingers, Severus slid his lips up to the pale curves of Remus's earlobe, whispering. "I know you want him."

"I - don't know what - oh yes," Remus cried out as Severus thrust two lubricated fingers into him and slid over his prostate with familiar precision.

"I've seen you watching Potter," Severus continued, voice low and hoarse and urgent. "I've seen your shivers when he licks his lips. Do you imagine him when you're with me?"

Without waiting for an answer, he bit Remus's earlobe fiercely, fingers dancing a rapid staccato around Remus's cock and balls, eliciting whimpering gasps but denying any steady sensation. "Do you wish you felt his lips suckling on your neck? Does your mind replace my fingers with his cock?" He punctuated the demand with a harsh thrust, feeling Remus's slick cheeks tight around his hand.

"Stop - Severus, stop thi-" Remus said, shuddering, but Severus only increased his pace, withdrawing his fingers and burying his cock in Remus in one urgent movement.

"Tell me it's true," he said huskily, and twined his hand around Remus's cock to finally grant him a series of swift, unbearably pleasurable strokes. "Admit it and I'll let you come. Admit it."

"Severus, I can't - please - I can't -" Severus only responded with deeper, faster thrusts, pounding his cock into Remus as his hand sounded a slick metronome, up-down-up-down-up-down over Remus's member. "Please" dissolved into "pleaseYespleaseYespleaseYESYESYES" and Remus was jerking around him, coming into Severus's bedsheets, and the squeezing pressure and the sight of the werewolf's face arched back in ecstasy brought Severus to a rapid, copper-tasting orgasm, biting his lips as he came.

A few minutes later, when both had shifted out of the wet spots, Remus spoke, voice slurred in afterglow. "Merlin, Severus, what game are you trying to play?"

A week later, Remus knocked on Harry's door one morning and immediately forgot why he'd arrived. The young Defense instructor answered a moment later, still dressed in mussed Muggle pyjamas, and Remus found himself blushing. Severus was wrong, of course. It's not his cock I fancy. It's his wristbones that melt into strong muscles, and his eyelashes so black they focus his face in his eyes, and his comfortable grin when he sees me -.

"Remus!" Harry said, eyes bright. "What can I do for you? Come in!"

"Thanks." Remus stepped into the room, pressing his lips together in quick thought. "I just - wanted to see how your first week of teaching's been. I know that it can be a bit overwhelming at first."

Harry shrugged, turning away from Remus to pull two bottles of Butterbeer from a cupboard. "It's been all right, I guess. Maybe the first time that my - um, reputation - has come in handy; I think that the children are more scared of me than I am of them." The shoulderblades beneath his faded orange t-shirt cast shadows over the blinking succession of CHUDLEY! and CANNONS! on his back.

"But what about you? How've you been feeling?"

"I'm fine." Harry shrugged again. "It's just . . . a little weird, that's all."

Remus looked up at Harry, who still faced the cupboard. "What's weird?"

A slow exhale. "I don't know. All of you. Being . . . normal people, you know? Profes- Minerva laughing at - uh - Filius's jokes. You always showing up at breakfast at the same time as Snape."

Ah. Remus's fingers tapped against each other lightly. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"No!" Harry whirled around with a fierce glare. "Of course it doesn't. Why on earth would it?"

Remus found himself looking away from those sharp green eyes. "Why don't you tell me?"

"Stop it!" Harry said angrily. "It's bad enough when - it's bad enough without you always asking me your stupid questions, okay? Just leave me alone."

"All right, Harry. I'd best be preparing my lessons anyway." Remus rose to leave, and for a strange, prolonged moment, his eyes met Harry's. He felt a curious, prickling inevitability flush his lips; suddenly, inescapably, he knew: he's about to kiss me.

"Good night," Remus said, and left the room.

Harry closed the door and, waiting a moment for his guest to walk out of hearing range, pounded his head against it with a heavy thud. With one hand, he Summoned a glass of water and drained it in a few gulps.

This, then, was familiar territory for Snape. Harry's conversations might vary, the unrequited looks and almost-touches might wax and wane depending on his mood, but afterwards was always the same frustration, the same dry mouth, the same retreat to the bedroom.

Surveillance charms in the bedroom ought to have been unnecessary - Severus knew it, or at least the thought had nagged at him when he started watching Potter's meetings with Remus - but that didn't keep him from licking his lips when Harry pulled off his robes in one gracefully artless gesture, leaving them crumpled on the bedroom floor, and undid his trousers as he sprawled back on his bed. Today he wore nothing underneath, his erection springing free easily, right into his open hand. What a disgustingly wanton sight he made, Severus thought, with his shirt crumpled from haste and his trousers just starting to slide down his creamy-white hips, lips parted in a silent pink plea.

Still his hands slid into his own trousers, a mirror of the boy's.

Harry always started slowly, the perfect model of indulgent self-gratification - Severus supposed he told himself that this was nothing, a mere fancy, a harmless little pleasure. Long, sliding strokes, from the base to the head of his shaft, teasing himself higher and harder with each movement. Harry's other hand clutched the fabric of the bedcover, bunching it up at his side, while the pace of each smooth movement heightened, more and more rapid until Severus could see the tension in his squeezed-shut eyes and bitten lips, until Severus could feel the pressure building in his own member -

And then Harry would stop. No, Severus imagined him thinking, I mustn't do this, it's wrong, he would never -

But before long, he always gave in.

This time he'd start slower, ghosting his fingertips up his thin chest, undoing the buttons with patient, nimble hands. Harry closed his eyes, a different dialogue whispered to himself each time: Oh, please - yes - touch me there - more - I think I always knew. Rarely would he say Lupin's name, which made it all the easier for Severus to imagine that the words were sent to himself alone, all the easier for him to believe that the small pink nipples had been exposed, not carelessly, but for his own watching eyes. Harry's fingers always crept slowly across his flesh, stroking rather than plucking; with a crooked smile, Severus wondered whether Harry thought Remus a gentle lover.

No matter. Harry's lips were still moving, his words becoming an unintelligible blend of affirmation and obscenity, while his hands returned to his trembling hips, cradling and tracing over his cock. Want to go deeper, he mumbled, more - more - more - and his hands were wrapped around himself now, guiding his bucking hips into thrusts in the air, one hand clutching the bedsheets.

"Mine," Severus groaned, touching himself in time with the young man, feeling climax approaching all too rapidly. Harry flung his head back into his pillows, drawing up his knees to spread open a view of his naked arsehole. Blinking at a sudden thought, he brought his hand up to his mouth, coating it with saliva, and impatiently thrust two fingers into himself. "Yes," he groaned, sliding his fingers in and out, increasing the pace of his hand up and down his cock. "Yes Remus yes YES -"

He came messily, and Severus came messily, and as soon as he began to breathe again Severus turned away from the connection.

The dull, sputtering crackle of a dying fire mingled with the pops and bangs of exploding snap cards in the staff room. On the table by the fireplace, Harry built his sixth trembling tower of cards; Remus, the only other professor in the room for the last hour, continued to study his Arithmancy tome.

The clock stuck midnight. Remus closed his book, looked up, and said, "If you want either of us, you'll have to have us both."

An autumn rainstorm had been thundering for hours when Severus arrived in Remus's chambers.

They met with a fierce kiss, and Remus pushed Severus back into the door to slam it shut as their bodies shuddered against each other. One hand dug into Severus's hair, tugging his flushed face back to expose his neck, but when Severus began to slide one hand under Remus's arse to slip between his thighs, Remus drew back and pulled the arm away with a wolfish glint in his eyes. "No. Tonight, we're doing it differently."

Severus smiled slightly and nodded, waiting.

"Good," Remus said. "Before we go further, I want you to go over to my bed, sit down, and wait." A strange look drifted across his eyes, and though he followed his words with another kiss, the movement was awkward, distracted. "Just wait."

Only when the door opened by an unseen hand, a few moments later, did Severus finally acknowledge that yes, yes this was going to happen. The knowledge sent a prickle of tense, awkward anticipation shivering under his skin; when the door clapped shut, Severus twitched.

Though Harry continued to wear his damned invisibility cloak into the room, Severus could feel the tendrils of his still-too-careless mind drifting across the bedroom, settling behind Remus's form. Then Remus shivered, very slightly, and Severus imagined the youth planting an invisible kiss on the back of Remus's neck. He felt his mouth growing dry and his cock growing hard.

"Harry," Remus said quietly. "Take off your cloak, please."

In a swirl of refracted firelight, Harry revealed himself: bright-eyed and painfully thin in a threadbare t-shirt and trousers. "Now?" he said, looking at Remus, and when Remus nodded he seized him in a devouring kiss, twining one hand through Remus's hair and gripping Remus's bare back with the other.

Remus broke away, lips damp and voice less steady. "Now with Severus, Harry."

Harry nodded, turning to the bed and crouching to kiss Severus. His eyes fluttered closed just as their lips met, but his cheeks felt hot, and Severus found himself clutching the cotton of Harry's shirt, tugging him closer as his tongue devoured Harry's mouth and Remus's taste. He felt himself tumbling backward as the kiss deepened, but before he fell back on the mattress fully, he felt an arm on his side: Remus, whose arms held Severus's shoulders down while he nipped and nibbled down Harry's neck. Severus could feel Harry's kiss grow fiercer, his mouth wide and gasping, and he slid his arm down to urge the half-thrusts of the youth's arse.

"Yes . . ." Harry murmured into his lips and Remus echoed at the base of his neck.

"Touch - touch him," Remus said, gasping, and Severus let himself do just that, undressing Harry as he was himself undressed. The youth's skin felt smooth and erotic, a surreally supple toy beneath his grasping fingertips, gilded in sweat. Severus circled his fingers around the boy's nude arse, gripping the firm flesh as if to claim each perfect hemisphere. He felt short of breath, detached, and closed his eyes to keep Remus's graying hair from intruding into the dream.

Then Harry's hands were touching him, too: fingers, lithe and nimble fingers, tracing whorls on his back and side and hips, tentatively stroking around the base of his cock. He felt exquisite, sexual and so bloody virginal that Severus felt himself bucking eagerly into the touch, trying to establish a rhythm. Broader hands - more careful, more sure - guided his and Harry's fingertips, leading them into a shuddering, escalating dance: hands on his face, hands on his chest, fingers twining with his around Harry's cock. Remus's breath and scent grounded him in reality while Harry's lips cast him into dreams, and the splash of sudden stickiness against his thigh came all too soon.

Severus opened his eyes then, taking in the sweaty-haired man whose luminous face mixed sated afterglow with youthful determination. Harry's eyes gazed down at his own hands, skating across Severus's chest with increasing confidence, but Remus's eyes fixed onto Severus's own. "This is for you," he breathed, barely audible as his hand smeared over Harry's release across Severus's belly. "Come for us, Severus. Come for us both."

Three slender, come-slick fingers slid between Severus's legs, caressing his balls and perineum as Harry curled his fingers around Severus's erection. The three renewed their uneven, panting movement, Remus dragging his free hand down Severus's back as he thrust himself against Harry, his cock shuddering between Harry's legs. Soon, too soon, the drowning pleasure of fingers-lips-nails-thighs engulfed Severus, and he felt himself coming helplessly, crying out "Harry- Harry- yes- Harry-"

- and it was over, a dim wetness at his hips signalling Remus's climax. Severus closed his eyes, and for a moment, all he heard were Harry's swift heartbeats and his rapid intakes of breath.

When Severus woke, Harry was curled up across the bed with his face to the wall, and Remus sat in his weathered armchair, watching the waxing moon. Cool, gleaming eyes turned to him as Severus drew himself up, pulled on a nightrobe, and crossed the room. For a few moments, Remus watched Severus, and Severus watched the moon in Remus's eyes.

"You're angry at me," he said at last.

Remus shrugged, looking away. "I chose to get into this." Severus suddenly wasn't sure whether he spoke of the night or the relationship.

"Do you regret it?"

"That depends on whether you do," Remus said, always quiet.

Severus knelt beside Remus, holding his hand and gazing down at its luminously long fingers. "You know I care for you," he said, and knew that it was no answer.

"Yes," Remus said, nearly inaudibly. "I know."

finis.