Day 15 It's just Lust Part 15 - Snape/Lupin

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Title: It's Just Lust Part 15
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Word Count: 866
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta'd.
Challenge: Day 15 May Madness
Author's Notes: 15 Day, still hanging in there…wish I’d use a prompt or two.


Severus stalked purposefully towards his quarters. Friday afternoon at three all of his classes were finished for the week and it was time for tea. Then he could mark some papers before supper. He wasn’t on duty until seven. With a wave of his wand the door swung inward.

Remus lay across the small sofa, beaten, battered and bruised, his skin was an unearthly pale and his eyes were closed. Severus barely kept himself from gasping at the sight.

“Lupin, you’re bleeding on my carpet.” Severus drawled and he hoped for a response.

“Just marking my territory.” Remus croaked.

Severus moved closer. “One assumes you have not seen Madame Pomfrey.”

“One flight of stairs down or three up. Which would you have chosen?” Remus rasped.

Probably the three flights up he was a masochist after all, but didn’t voice that thought. He summoned a house elf to get Poppy. “Why don’t we put you all the way on the sofa?” Severus stepped round to help Remus maneuver.

“Muddy boots.” Remus whispered.

Severus bent and removed the offending boots and cast a cleaning spell on the socks. By the time he had finished the house elf was back. He gave the boots to the elf and requested a substantial tea for two. Poppy bustled in the through the open door.

“So who hasn’t been playing nicely this time Remus?” She asked.

Remus’ eyes remained closed. “The usual assortment of dark creatures and want-to-be’s.”

Poppy nodded and cast a cleansing charm that made Remus shiver. Then she began the real work. Severus watched as the bleeding slowed and then stopped. Cuts mended, bruise salve applied, more diagnostic spells were cast. Finally, Poppy handed Remus a vial to drink and then another.
Severus could smell the potion.

“Two?” He asked his voice confirmed his concern.

“Werewolf metabolism.” Poppy noted. “I’ll leave you a couple more for later.”

Severus was astounded. He knew that if he drank one quarter that amount he was loopy enough to sing show tunes.

“Can he eat?” Severus queried.

“If he would like. He’ll probably just sleep.”

“And you don’t want him in the infirmary?”

“He probably won’t go.” Poppy noted as she packed up her bag.

“Hell no I won’t go.” Remus began to chant.

“Lupin, please.” Severus urged. The whole thing was beginning to border on the surreal.

“He should be fine after a day or two of rest. Call me if there are any serious changes though.”

Severus nodded. Poppy left and he secured the door behind her.

“Would you like some tea, Lupin?”

“No one else is here you can call me Remus again.”

“Remus would you like some tea.” Severus asked.

“Yes.” Was the slurred answer he received.

Severus looked down and Remus was already asleep. He prepared himself a cuppa and munched on a couple of finger sandwiches. There were still papers to mark and although he wasn’t required at supper he had the duty later. He settled at his desk with a red bottle of in and began to correct with a flourish. Two hours later, he wasn’t finished, but had made substantial progress in his pile. He stood and stretched.

Suddenly, Albus’ head popped into the floo. “Excellent, Severus. I see Remus made it back. Madame Pomfrey says he’ll be just fine after some rest. You will be excused from your duty rounds this evening. When Remus awakens and feels up to it he can give me his report.”

Severus didn’t have a chance to get a word in edgewise and Albus was already gone. He looked at the slumbering Remus. Tea for two hadn’t worked out so he might as well try dinner for two. His stomach rumbled in agreement. Remus didn't so much as stir when the food arrived and Severus ate alone again.

Once he finished eating, he settled into a chair with the most recent edition of Potions Quarterly. He read his own submission twice. It was a singularly comforting evening.

"Do we have any food?" Remus croaked.

"Roast beef sandwiches, horseradish sauce and chocolate cake."

"Perfect." Remus sighed and struggled to sit up.

Severus helped him into a position to eat. Remus moaned with his first bite.

"Rare…" He sighed. "And just the right amount of heat from the sauce." Remus licked his fingers.

It was Severus' turn to groan, but he held it back.

Remus made appreciative noises and he worked his way through two sandwiches. Severus counted backwards from one hundred in Latin in his head. Finally, the sandwiches were finished with finger licking display of horseradish sauce. Then Remus started on the chocolate cake. There were moans, groans and much fork licking before it was over. Severus was overheated, but kept himself in check. Remus was, after all, recovering from some fairly substantial wounds.

"I need a shower." Remus stated.

"Poppy didn't say anything about a shower." Severus insisted.

"Well, I need one and these clothes should be burned." Remus explained.

"I don't imagine you're strong enough yet and with the drugs you were given…"

"You can help." Remus said eagerly. "You could shower with me. Nothing would go wrong then."

Severus closed his eyes briefly. He was doomed.