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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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Remus's mouth against his skin always made him hold his throat. Having the wold to his throat seemed absolutely dangerous, and maybe that was why he liked it so much. His fingers immediately slipped into Remus's hair, his heart jumped up into his mouth.

He didn't exactly coo or moan, but it was pretty close. He clamped down on it immediately, eyes closing and body turning to get even closer to him.

"Maybe we'll see each other," he said, not sure where that came from exactly.

Remus wrapped another arm around him, continuing to kiss around his neck softly. It was probably the wolf in him that enjoyed being around one's neck, but he was never too hard or rough. He noticed that Severus shifted closer to him.

Murmuring his reply against Snape's neck, he replied, "If you'd like to come over."

Remus knew his home life had to be rough, and while he dealt with his own demons, at least he always had his parents - even if they felt guilty most of the time. And Remus couldn't imagine three months without Severus. The wolf would tear him up for sure.

"I'd..." Severus whimpered for sure that time. Everything that was done to him felt so intense, even if just a few slow kisses to his throat was just about nothing compared to what they'd done two weeks before.

Severus was not the sort of boy that enjoyed to be touched on general principal, so when Remus's lips pulled those illicit sounds from him, it was surprising to the boy that they were coming from.

"I'd...yes, yes I'd like that." Severus never pushed. He did not force. The sort of relationship that they had was just too strange to even begin to understand for him. He usually hated mysteries, but this time he didn't care at all.

Remus popped his head up look over at Severus at that whimper. He gave him a small smile, before nuzzling his head there again. Remus kissed him again there, still slow and soft. He liked that Severus was reacting in that way. He liked that he could do that to him.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, mimicking the tone that he had earlier that day.

It wasn't Snape to bring up the summer or plans or anything like that. Not that Remus minded. He, too, was unsure of what they were. It didn't really matter to him. Remus got to spend time with someone that cared for him as much as he cared for the other. It was an odd notion, the two of them, but then nothing in his life was ever defined. Why should this be different?

Remus had to ask, now of all times. Severus stared up at the ceiling and sighed, no longer a wiggling little fish beneath Remus and his all too delicious administrations.

"It's hardly anythin'," he lied, fingers felling still in Remus's hair. "Just a funeral. Won't be gone long."

Remus stopped applying the soft kisses to his neck at the mention of a funeral. He pulled back only enough to look in Snape's black eyes. Concern was written all over his face. "Who passed away?" He swallowed.

Remus knew barely anything about Severus' life, but he knew this couldn't bode well. He leaned against Snape again, holding him close. A death in the family was never easy, regardless who it was. Remus wanted the other boy to know he was there for him.

It would be easy enough to lie. An aunt he never knew. Better yet, his dad. A grandmother? Severus didn't know how to feel. Remus would expect him to be sad. He might call him heartless. Or try to hold him.

He'd rather be kissed, frankly. At least THAT felt right. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"My mum."

Remus furrowed his brows at that. It was what he figured. It made sense that he'd shut people out and asked about the summer if his mother had died. He nodded slowly and kissed him passionately on the lips. There wasn't anything he could say that would make Severus feel any differently. But he was there for him.

It also made Remus feel incredibly guilty. Severus' mother had died and Remus was in a coma. He'd had no one to be there with him. Even if Remus was in the hospital, it was just another reminder that what happened the night of the full moon was his fault. If he'd spoken to Sirius, most of the hostility would have been gone. He knew deep down that that wasn't all true, but it was easier to blame that.

Well that was a good reaction! Severus approved for the most part, eyes closed at once. He cared. He would care. When he realized he was alone with his father, he'd care even more, but for now all he wanted to do was be with Remus.

A muffled 'hmmph' slipped through his lips as he arched upwards, fingers sliding under the back of Remus's jumper to gently touch his skin. It was soft...and lined. Scars. Severus traced each.

Remus rolled on top of him and let his mouth explore the other's. He let Severus' hands touch and trace him. He only stopped kissing him to pull the jumper off. If this helped Severus in any way, he was okay with that. He just wanted to be with him. There was something in that touch that was like no other.

His hands grasped at Snape, his own silent pleas hoping he was alright, wanting him to be alright. It first started with his arms and then moved to his sides, now his hands were pressed to Severus' chest, pleading for more.

It might be a bit sadistic to admit, but Severus really liked the way that Remus's scars felt. He liked to touch them. They were so very personal, so highly indicative of pain, that it was like tasting the wolf's emotions.

He wondered to himself as he urged Remus to touch him as well when he stopped being so afraid. And when he stopped caring about all of this?

Something deep under his skin told him that he belonged with Remus. There had been a claiming. Somewhere along the way. And Severus was absolutely fine with that.

Remus undid the buttons on Severus' shirt after peeling his fingers away from the fabric. He let the shirt open and then let his hands slowly rise along the skin upwards towards the collar. He grasped at it, pulling him closer. He pulled on Snape's lower lips lightly with his teeth, feeling a familiar ache resonating in his bones.

That little gasp wasn't him either, Severus was sure of it, though he stopped fixating on all of the things he wasn't quite doing and worked instead towards what he was trying to do. Merlin, he was delicious. Remus's mouth was perfect. Not one to be outdone by anyone, Severus deepened the kiss further, panting against parted lips as he caressed Remus's tongue with the very tip of his own.

He had an unusual urge to thank him then, not just for being with him, or staying, or seeking him out, but because of who he was. He could not get enough of the other boy's hands.

He let out his own gasp. His hands eagerly roamed over Severus' chest. It found out each scar, a finger rolling over it lightly. A hand lightly went to the matching scar on Severus' navel. He pressed lightly at it as his other arm wrapped around him and came to the base of his neck. Fingers darted into his hair.

Remus wanted to feel more of Slytherin. The snogging was getting more than a little heated. His breathing increased and with it, his heartbeat. He kissed him feverishly, his own tongue finding its way around.

They were not telepathically connected, but some thoughts just happened to be shared by teenage boys when they were rolling around like this. No matter what Severus said, he still had the same hormonal balance of anyone. He just had more control than say...oh. Black.

That did not stop him from going right to to Remus's belt buckle, though he hesitated there until he go the go ahead.

Swallowing, Severus gazed upwards. Surely it was all right to touch him.

Remus' thoughts weren't even remotely on Sirius. Which was just the opposite of when he was with Sirius; he thought of nothing but Severus. Although should Remus be thinking of Sirius, he would be glad that Severus had more control. It made things easier and better. Where Sirius had the confidence, Severus was more complacent to Remus' needs.

He pulled his mouth off the other long enough to catch his breath and nod. At that moment, Remus wanted whatever Snape wanted. He rolled on his side at that, since it'd be easier to undo more clothing if need be. But it didn't lessen anything. Remus pressed his chest to Snape's, rubbing up against him slightly. He wanted to take the other's breath away. He wanted to hear him gasp or more, knowing that the teenager was feeling the same thing he was.

Severus's thin fingers worked their magic on Remus's belt buckle, gently pulling it open without need to be rushed. He was undressing someone he cared for, not someone he simply wanted to sleep with. Sex...well he hadn't given it a thought. The idea of laying close to Remus, to have all of their skin touch, was one too good to give up.

He was gentle as he removed each laying until he left Remus bare skinned in the darkness. Severus's snowy white skin was still partially covered by a uniform, but he stood up at the bottom of the bed and rectified that, stripping himself carefully.

He trusted him. It was a wonderful way to live he decided.

Remus laid there naked, and once Severus was as well, Remus wrapped an arm around him. Pulling the other down on him, he rolled onto his back. As soon as he felt the other teenager's naked form on him, he let out an audible gasp. This wasn't like anything else he'd experienced.

Remus arched his back, pressing his chest into Severus'. His hands moved up his back, pulling him closer, feeling ever inch of skin that he could. Remus had to know more, to feel more. He could feel his growing erection pressed beneath the two of them.

Severus made the strangest sound as Remus grabbed for him. It wasn't a laugh...it wasn't really a giggle either. It anything, it was just the sound of happiness. Though he'd found out the day before that his mother died and that he'd have to spend half a week without Remus again, the way he felt right now was worth it.

Legs stacked together like playing cards, Severus kissed at the underside of Remus's throat and gave him a small, experimental bite at his Adam's apple.

Remus wasn't the only one excited.

Remus grinned at the noise he made. He understood completely what it was and where it was coming from. Feeling Severus lay on top of him so completely vulnerable and content, the both of them, gave Remus the same feeling. At the basis of this was a feeling of want and need getting met. The two understood each other very well on that subject.

Remus opened his neck to Severus, craning back a bit. He liked the way his teeth grazed at his throat. Remus continued to hold him, however this time instead of pressing his chest to him, he pressed his hips. The friction was already there, from moving just a bit. This time his movements were deliberate.

Oh, deliberate and wonderful. The human body, with no help at all from lessons or even hearsay, was able to move in the way of pleasure. Swallowing, Severus moved as Remus did, hips swaying and grinding into hips.

"Merlin," he whined, hot and moist breath in his ear. "I've never wanted..."

He fell silent, if only because Remus's knee was starting to make him almost painfully hard. He moaned, pushing downwards in delight. Fingers trailed down his ribs, catching on the lowest one.

His chest rose and fell rapidly. Remus knew what Severus wanted, because he wanted the very same thing. He swallowed hard as he pressed his hip to Severus'. His hands lightly raked over his back. They were two bodies lost in each other's passion.

"Severus..." He moaned out breathlessly. This was far too much to bare.

Remus let his hands trail down to Snape's hips and then he let one slip between his legs. This was his second time exposing himself to Snape, but his first time touching him. He may have been fumbling slightly, but he knew where to put his hands, his fingers to elicit a reaction out of Severus.

And that's what he wanted above all.

Severus's lower lip trembled. He swallowed, his tongue feeling so thick in his mouth that he was on the verge of choking on it. Having never been touched before, like this, he was almost afraid that it was going to hurt.

He tensed for several long moments before the feel of Remus's palm to the underside of his shaft made him tremble. It was intense, moreso than when he touched himself, and he wondered if it was anything like what happened the last time they did this.

Whatever Remus felt seemed projected onto him.

It was teh first time that Severus realized that they had a bond. They had to. Magical or otherwise, there was no other explination.

He leaned up to capture Severus' lips with his own, continuing to stroke him. He increased the speed, remembering what Severus had done to him weeks before. He could feel his own member get that much more hard at the thought.

It still hadn't hit Remus, any of it. Even the fact that the wolf seemed to call out for it's mate. He just wanted companionship. It's what he always wanted. He wanted to be with someone that trusted and accepted him for who he was, even if Remus couldn't do it towards himself.

But that wasn't going through his mind. No, right then he wanted please Severus in any way he could. He tugged on his lower lip again, his own excitement pressing on his leg.

Luckily they could help each other other. Severus's fingers wrapped around Remus as well, wrists crossing, strokes moving in time wither each other. His eyelids fluttered, butterfly kisses to Remus's cheeks as he hips jerked forwards into the other boy's hand.

This was brilliant he decided. Better than brilliant. He'd remember this for the rest of his life, and it was only a simple wank!

No, he took it back. Nothing with Remus was a "just" or even "simple."

"Slower," he whimpered. "Slower, I want it to last," he managed to choke out.

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