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Entry tags:	mpreg, romance, smut, snape/lupin

Confessing a Dunderhead (SS/RL, 1/1)
Title: Confessing a Dunderhead
Author: MajinSakuko
E-Mail: MajinSakuko@yahoo.de
Beta-Reader: Mynona
Disclaimer: I own nothing, JKR everything else
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Main-Chara: SS/RL
Rating: NC-17
Genre/s: Romance (Slash,) Lemon
Warning/s: PWP, MPreg
Summary: Remus has to confess something, and deems it safer to do so when Severus is 'relaxed'.
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Remus J. Lupin was a very gentle and good-natured man. His soft brown eyes spoke volumes; they were never ablaze with fury, as that was not in Remus' kind nature. He didn't like confrontations, and, given the chance, he always tried to avoid them.
Why he ended up together with Severus Snape, of all people, he would never know for sure but he had a suspicion it had something to do with his rapidly beating heart whenever the Potions master was near him. What was Remus supposed to do? After he got bitten by a werewolf, a Love Flea had also sunken its teeth into his flesh, thus spoiling him for every other man.
Now, sweet, gentle Remus was faced with a problem: He had to confess Severus something major, and he feared it would lead to a Major Confrontation. The werewolf didn't like to argue with his lover, seeing that it was always him who backed down eventually.
However, this time Remus wouldn't. He was going to stand his ground and keep his baby.
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The first thing that happened after Severus entered his chambers after a long day of teaching another bunch of dunderheads: he was assaulted. By his lover, no less, who should, by all means, be there to help him not add to his suffering.
Severus saw himself tackled and pinned to the next wall before he even had the chance to utter a gasp of surprise.
Ah, yes. It was close to the full moon. Must be the hormones going through with Remus. Not that Severus complained; apart from the being assaulted and taken off-guard parts the Potions master knew it could be quite enjoyable to give over control once in a while.
"Good evening to you, too," he murmured, while he was tugged down by his neck.
Remus only smiled in response, brushing his lips against Severus' in a sweet kiss. However, the sweetness was belied by the already throbbing erection pressing into Severus' thigh. Severus' own cock immediately rushed up to greet it with a friendly nudge. Merely being near his lover sent Severus' testosterone household into overdrive and his desire skyrocketing into even greater heights.
"What took you so long?" gasped Remus, letting go of Severus' lips long enough to form his question but not long enough for Severus to actually answer. Remus circled the other man's neck and pulled him with him impatiently, heading in a very favourable direction: the bedroom.
Clothes were left scattered around on their way to the high four-poster, as nimble fingers peeled off one layer of cloth after the other. Soon (but not soon enough), heated, naked flesh met, cool air surrounding them.
Severus felt Remus shiver in his arms, and even though he appreciated the fact that his lover pressed closer yet, he didn't want Remus to feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable - and yes, admittedly, he was beginning to get a bit chilled, as well. Remus made an unhappy noise as Severus loosened his hold enough to allow him to reach his fallen wand.
"It'll only take a second," the Slytherin Head of House muttered, swishing his wand and igniting the fire in the grates, sighing contentedly as the flames flared to life.
"See?" he murmured before his lips found Remus' again, feeling how his lover linked his arms behind his neck, arching against him. Remus' moans and sighs of pleasure urged him on, letting the Potions master forget about his tiresome day.
"I missed you," breathed the werewolf against his neck, lips brushing against sensitive skin. "All day ..."
"Hmm," Severus mumbled, bringing his lover back up for a deep kiss, while his insides tingled comfortably. Remus had missed him, not someone else, and the Potions master felt dizzy, unable to decide whether it came from the joyous revelation or from the close physical contact. Either way, he didn't care as long as that feeling didn't go away. And from the looks of it, it wouldn't anyhow.
Remus stroked down Severus' left side, coming to a halt at his hips, and pressing closer, draping his own leg over Severus' so they came to lie side by side, facing each other.
Severus' hand combed gently through his lover's hair while they resumed and intensified their kiss. Every thought about unnerving kids and stressful schoolwork fled from his mind, and Severus succumbed totally to the emotions Remus evoked in him. As if they had a will on their own, Severus' fingers trailed down his lover's back, soothing and arousing at the same time. He caressed the firm curve of Remus' bottom, and the werewolf moaned into the kiss, impatiently pressing closer.
Severus returned the moan as equally throbbing erections slid against each other, and he started panting as Remus' hand wrapped around both their cocks and stroked them together. One finger swirled around the head of Severus' stiff member, gathering the drops of precome, and then Remus spread the fluid on the cock to slick it up for the coming actions.
Meanwhile, Severus groped blindly for the top drawer of his bedside locker as he was unwilling to part from Remus' mouth to consider the usage of his wand. The lube would be at least as effective and even more intimate. Preparing his Remus for the act of lovemaking could already be considered as part of the act. Severus stretched his lover slowly, gently inserting at first one, then two lube-coated fingers, twisting them around. The Potions master felt the tension in the other man's body slowly starting to dissolve, and he replaced his fingers with his prodding cock. Remus moaned, wrapping his right leg tighter over Severus' waist, thrusting his hips forwards to finally become one again with his love.
"Not so rapturously," Severus mumbled before he drew Remus into yet another flush-mouthed kiss. He started with slow, almost lazy rocking motions which he knew would drive his lover insane in no time, but quickly his own desire took over, and Severus found himself thrusting deep and fast after he'd achieved full penetration.
Remus started to shiver as Severus' cock brushed against his sweet spot; every stroke of his lover had him gasping for more, and Severus gave it gladly. Time flew by in a swirl of sweat-dampened sheets, tangled limbs and heated motions, as a united couple neared their common goal. Remus' unattended erection, swollen and purple with need, was pressed into Severus' stomach before it was enveloped in a firm grip.
"Oh God ... oh Severus ... please," Remus panted incoherently, grabbing whatever he could get a hold of and squeezing Severus' shoulder (which 'whatever' had turned out to be) almost painfully.
A few more thrusts of Severus' hips and pumps of his hand, and both were coming, hard. Severus released his desire into Remus' responsive body, which literally vibrated around him, and he felt his lover's own cum splattering his stomach in intensive spurts.
After his heartbeat had somehow returned to normal, Severus opened his eyes to find Remus surveying him with a look that was somewhere between speculative and resigned. "What is it?" he asked, feeling remarkably relaxed and even a bit tired now that the day caught up with him. Settling himself more comfortably with his right arm outstretched under Remus' neck, Severus suppressed a small hiss at the over stimulation, realizing for the first time that they were still joined - not that he wanted to change that. He was far too content, and when Remus didn't comply, he would stay so the whole night.
"I wanted to tell you something," Remus finally said.
"Hmm?" asked Severus, still in the post-coital daze of bliss. "Whatever it is, you can have it," he added foolishly, thinking of the last time as Remus had wanted to buy some things to redecorate their rooms but was - unexplainably - too afraid to ask. Severus found himself in a generous mood - regularly as that was the case - and decided to share his for once happy feelings.
"Well, you know," Remus hedged, tracing his finger along his lover's and soon-to-be father's upper arm, trailing down to his hand. Threading his fingers with Severus', he moved both hands to his belly. "In about twelve years you're going to have to teach another little dunderhead ..."
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