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Just Causes

"Just Causes"
Who: Severus Snape & Remus Lupin
When: 6th Year
Chapter One: Here
Chapter Two: Here

Tomorrow night, this place would be filled with a beast tearing at itself until his friends could arrive to keep it calm and keep it company. Tonight, there was a beast of a different sort in the room, one unnamed but just as fearful. Swallowing, it was all that Severus could do to clean up as bit before Remus's mouth was on him again.

He laughed. Laughed. Mostly this was directed at himself for being so pathetically stupid. All this time he could have been with Remus and instead, they had left each other feeling miserable over misunderstandings.

Severus was quiet. Where they were going to do, he wasn't quite sure but he wanted to find out!

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Nudging Remus onto his side, Severus pressed neatly to his back. An hour. They could have an hour. And then maybe another hour that if there was an awkward moment. But then they'd leave. They'd have to. No one would be looking for him, that was for sure, but Remus was cared for and say what he could about Potter and Black and even that useless Pettigrew...they did truly love Remus.

Severus pressed the his face to the back of Remus's neck and curled up around him as close as he possibly could.

He had no intention to sleep, and yet, less than five minutes later, that's exactly what he was left doing.

He laid there with Severus, not allowing himself to sleep. Remus shifted ever so lightly so that he was holding Severus' sleeping form. He let the minutes slip by, simply looking at him. His heart went out to him. For all his parents flaws, he knew they loved him. Remus couldn't bare to think of all the abuse that was in Snape's life.

A hand went into Severus' hair as he continued to lay there. He was so tired, but there was too much. He knew it was too selfish to lay there. If they got caught, the Marauders wouldn't be adding to his growing number of scars, they'd be adding to his. And it would be utterly and completely his fault. But he didn't want to wake him either. He looked at ease, something he probably didn't get to feel all that often.

This was certainly true. Severus did not have the luxury of trust, not even with Remus. They had been so rocky at the start, though that would hopefully ease up. The Slytherin had a taste of affection now. He'd surely find it easier to claim more, and certainly to expect more. Perhaps it would also still his temper.

Only time would tell.

Two hours into his slumber, Severus squirmed around in Remus's arms. Being held was brand new for him and as he was coming out of sleep, the sensation pulled a nightmare from his mind. He came too struggling and gasping, though the moment he saw Remus gazing down at him, pale arms circled around his neck and, delightfully uncharacteristic, he pressed a whimpering kiss to his lips.

"I'd thought you'd gone."

Remus felt him struggling a bit as he slept, and brushed some hair out of his face. It didn't lessen the hold he had around Severus at all. He watched as his eyes opened and he furtively kissed him back, hoping it would make it better.

"No. I couldn't leave you." He said simply. Remus was far too comfortable just laying there.

That momentary fear slipped away and Severus became very aware of the dried mess in his underpants and their surroundings. He had no idea what the time was, but it had to be after curfew. He made a face at Remus, frowning lightly because it was just about the only sort of face he really made.

"We have to go back."

Voice of reason? Or insanity? Severus had trouble actually letting go. He was almost desperate to cling. Luckily, pride kicked in again and he sat up, trying to find his shirt in the dark.

He noticed the shift and got out of bed. Remus wandered around in the dark and silence for a few minutes. He found his robes and with it, his wand. Casting Lumos, it made it easier to differentiate whose tie, shirt, and jumper were whose. It also gave a slight pang.

He used a few more spells to clean himself and the bed off before loosely putting his clothes back on and looked over at Severus. He gave him a small smile. "Ready?" Remus asked not wanting to leave.

"No," Severus said truthfully, reaching out to take Remus's hand for a moment. The contact was brief, but the touch of palms was a promise as well. It wasn't their last time together.

Hardly daring to kiss him, Severus took his hand back and double checked that the tie he wrapped around his neck was green and not red and gold. That would have been awkward to explain.

They headed back to the castle in silence. Severus's head was down and he picked out the landscape beneath his feet. It was hard to breathe.

He could understand that sentiment. Even if it was the Shrieking Shack and he would be spending plenty of time there the next day, he was not happy at all about leaving it now. Still it was better to leave than risk any more time there.

The trek back was entirely too short, even if Remus was trying really hard to walk as slow as possible. They entered the school quietly. They'd have to part at the stairs. Remus looked him over and smiled. "Watch out for the corridor near the old Ancient Runes classroom. Filch should be over there right about now if I think I know the time - or at least the position of the moon." He whispered.

He looked around and noticed the portraits were all asleep. He stole a quick kiss and gave him a small smile. "I guess I'll see you in a few days." Remus said slowly.

"Remind Dumbledore about the draught," he said as softly as possible. When Remus turned to go up the stairs, the Slytherin actually followed up for the first few steps before he remembered that he was to go down.

Parting was impossible but necessary and Severus did it was a quiet sigh, teeth gritted and heart pounding awkwardly in his chest. He couldn't sleep once he cleaned himself up and pulled the curtains, burying his head against the pillow instead to pretend it was Remus.

"And. Where. Were. You?" Padfoot had been asleep on the bottom of Remus's bed and stepped back into his human form as he grinned at Remus. "No...I know. You got lucky!"

He took the stairs two at a time and luckily they cooperated with him. It wasn't too long before he was back in the Common Room, though the Fat Lady wasn't pleased about being woken up. She did smile at Remus when she realized it was him though.

Remus stifled a yawn as he pulled off his clothes and put on a comfortable pair of trousers. He saw Sirius on his bed and clenched his jaw, remembering the scars on Severus' chest. "I've been busy." Remus whispered, not wanting to wake up the others.

Sirius arched an eyebrow and snickered under his breath, grinning from ear to ear. "I smell it on you, you old dog! Wolf. Haha! Who? I've got a bet with Prongs that it's Wilkins. She's absolutely adorable."

Sirius hooked an arm around Remus as he ruffled his hair even as downstairs, Severus imagined just being near him. The wolf was under his skin now. He wanted more touching. Badly.

Remus trains his eyes on the other with a blank face. "It was no one. I had detention, I mucked around the library and I took a walk. The full moon's tomorrow. I can't afford to do anything." He said shrugging off Sirius.

He didn't want to be touched. Or the fact was that he really, really wanted to be touched and Sirius was not Severus. Which sort of made him cringe. When did that happen? When did Remus not want Sirius to touch him? He supposed that wasn't truly the case. It was hard to resist any sort of touching at the moment.

"In the library!" Sirius laughed, perverted that he was, and pressed his nose against Remus's ear. Sometimes Sirius was more of a dog than he realized. He did things, more and more, that were most definitely canine-like. It could be so very unnerving, or unintentionally sexy.

The latter was the case at the moment.

"You were with someone... About time, Moony. You're sixteen years old, for Merlin's sake. Soon it's just gonna be me and Wormtail left. Together. Ugh, awful though.

Remus laughed at that and smiled at him. "I would not do anything in the library. That's just disturbing." Remus smiled again and leaned into his touch, sighing.

"I swear to you, Pads, I'm still a virgin. Nothing happened." He lied, but not totally. They hadn't gone that far that night. And even thinking about it, he shifted slightly away from Sirius.

But he could feel the ache rising in him again. Sirius really needed to stop touching him. It was getting incredibly hard to resist and his breathing was already staggered. He placed his hands in his lap, concentrating on something else. Why did it have to be Sirius that was up?

"We've gotta change that," Sirius pointed out. "You need a good shag, pop your cherry, and be done with it!" He pointed at Remus's lap. "Then you won't get random hardons!"

Sirius climbed into bed with Remus. This was usual. The dog was highly protective of 'the pack leader' when it was so close to transformation time. Generally it was just the dog at the bottom of the bed, not the drop dead gorgeous Londoner spread out shirtless against his sheets, though.

Remus laid back, embarrassed about having an erection. He sighed and looked up at the taller boy. "I don't want that, Sirius. I'm not like you. I know it sounds lame, but I can't just do it with anyone. Not with what I am." He said, curling around him instinctively.

Why was this happening? Why did he want this to happen? He only hoped Sirius didn't mind how hard he was.

A flick of the wrist and Sirius effectively shut everyone else out of the room. It was just him and Remus now, laying probably much too close. Sirius never minded, fingertips carding through Remus's hair.

"Says who? It's not like you can pass it on with a shag, right? Been proven, hasn't it, no matter the weird camp propoganda. You wouldn't hurt anyone. Just gotta find someone to trust."

He laid there and shuttered slightly, giving in to Sirius. Remus sighed, burying his head in his shoulder. Biting his lip, he shook his head.

"It's not like that, no." Remus thought about Snape, knowing that the other boy didn't give out trust easily. And laying in bed with Sirius probably didn't help much. Being a Marauder didn't help.

He swallowed hard and looked up at Sirius again, feeling torn between the two. And he didn't even have Sirius. Old feelings died hard.

"Maybe someone that knows what you are already," Sirius stated blankly.

Girls weren't interested anymore. He'd fancied too many, shagged too many. He was sixteen years old and already on the black list (no pun intended) of the entire school. Sirius hadn't even managed a date in months let alone gotten a snog or a good wank at the hands of a lovely lady.

He was frustrated. Deep down, his self esteem had taken quite the blow.

Sirius's fingers touched Remus's cheek.

"There's always me."

It was Remus's darkest fantasy, surely, come true.

Remus took a sharp breath in at his touch and lost it completely at those words. "Sirius, don't say that." His voice was terse, not sure if the prankster was joking or not.

It felt like his skin was on fire. If he was serious, did he dare? He'd wanted this for so long and the beast was itching for something more. It was appeased by the night's previous actions, but not now. Not with Sirius' proximity.

Sirius was an equal opportunity heart breaker. "It'll calm you down," he murmured. "We can all feel it when you're like this. James had his fun with Evans. I suspect Wormy took care of it himself..." Sirius tasted of fire whiskey.

A lot of it.

Hands moved over Remus, so very, very sure of themselves. There was no fumbling, like there had been with Severus. Sirius took control. It hardly matter if he was just the perpetual beta dog, taking orders from Prongs or following Remus around when James wasn't there.

Needless to say, he stripped Remus in record time while downstairs, Severus resigned himself to a good wank in liu of having Remus with him.

"Sirius...", his protests went on deaf ears.

When his clothes were off, he laid back again. Remus bit his lip looking over at Sirius. What was he doing? Even as he found his lips touching the other boy's, it was like his body wasn't listening.

He wondered if Severus was asleep, yet. And the thought burned inside his head.

Sirius was not quite as skilled as Remus might expect him to be, but that was more than likely because he wasn't so sure what to do with another boy. He was a bit gropey, fingers pressing into scarred skin he didn't even take the time to map out as Severus had down. He ignored Remus's erection entirely, mumbling little things against his lips as he pulled open his own pants.

It wasn't going to be a simple handjob. That much was obvious the moment Sirius flipped him over.

He was not romantic. Charming? Sure. Passionate? Oh, definitely. But romantic? Not Sirius Black. He wasted very little time getting what he wanted, peppering ample kisses as he conjured what he needed for a shag.

Remus stopped at that. This was not supposed to happen like this. He attempted to roll back over, objecting at this. Despite the need for something, this wasn't what he wanted.

Sirius wasn't going to force anyone, but he did frown when Remus balked and tried to push him away. This was quite the shame. Sirius was ready for a little poke. "What?" he asked, not meaning to growl. "I'll be slow."

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