Remus
attributed his overactive sexual drive to the werewolf part of him which lay
dormant for most of the year. Sirius understood his urges, at least as well as
they could be understood. But even though he found himself again at the club,
tonight he didn’t much feel like interacting. Tonight, he just wanted to watch.
He sported
a clear, plastic square in his back pocket tonight. It was a sign that he didn’t
want anyone to approach him, though he did have a few men hit on him regardless.
He turned them down, feeling sorry, but continued to walk around.
He moved
silently and smoothly, as though gliding invisibly through the packed room. As
he walked and watched he grew hard at the sights. For the most part, no one
minded having an observer. Men who wanted privacy usually went home or claimed
one of the club’s many private rooms. A few of the pairs turned away as he passed,
but most ignored him or, better yet, turned to give him a better view.
Remus
adjusted himself as he paused to watched two men snogging, their cocks rubbing
against each other. Then he slid his hand down his trousers at the sight of one
block in chaps being pumped by one man in time to a paddling he was receiving
from another man.
After
selecting a bare spot of wall in the back room against which to stand, Remus
wasted no time in unbuttoning his trousers. His hand covered his cock, keeping
it to himself as he rubbed. And, oh, but how lovely the rubbing felt. He took
in all the sights, the sounds, the smells. Their pleasure was his, and his warm
hand sliding up and down his hard cock sent thrilling sensations all over his
body.
For a
while, he stroked slowly, concentrating on the touch. Then he sped up a little
to stroke in time with one pair’s thrusting. They all knew he was there, but
they didn’t know who he was watching or what he found attractive. He could pick
from the whole sea of men, this way. The kinks, the looks, the grunts, the
moans- they were all his and he devoured them.
He forced
his other hand to stay at his side or back against the wall. Too many touches
and it would all be over. And he very much wanted this to last as long as
possible. So Remus left his spot and walked around again, his arms gently
brushing those of the men around him. His skin crawled with anticipation. On
such a sensory overload, he knew it would not take him long to come, but he liked
to see how far he could push himself. This was much more fun than simply hiding
and watching.
However, he
liked that as well. He moved slowly through the twists and turns of the backroom,
peering into each nook and cranny. There was intimacy and intensity and so many
choices that Remus did not know what he wanted to send him over the edge.
It was
then, as he was looking around desperately for just the right thing, rubbing
slowly and steadily, panting and trembling, that he noticed something he hadn’t
really expected.
Rather, he
noticed someone. “Severus?” he
whispered curiously. Of course it was the summer now, and he knew Severus was
close so that he could communicate with the Order on a more regular basis
between his spying on the Death Eater. Remus had always known that Severus fancied
blokes, it was one of the reasons he had always been so at odds with the
Marauders. Remus just never thought he would see Severus Snape in a place like
this. Intent on discovering what Severus was into, Remus kept his distance but
followed Snape as he worked his way through the sections of the back room.
Severus
looked as though he were looking for something he couldn’t find, though the
man’s eye did not show his frustration yet. It wasn’t until Remus spotted the
handkerchief in Severus’ back pocket that Remus understood. It was white with a
green and blue bubble print upon it. Remus was even more curious now.
He watched
at a safe distance as Severus approached a man. They spoke in low whispers,
then Severus handed over what looked like a few pieces of hair. Remus watched,
biting his lip in anticipation, rubbing himself again. The man Severus had
approached added the somethings into a canteen that hung at his side, then
raised the bottle to his lips. He smiled at Severus, then gulped down the
contents.
Squeezing
the head of his cock ever so slightly, Remus feared that the mere glimpse of
whoever Severus wanted might send him overboard. It couldn’t be just anyone;
Severus was too particular for that. Most likely, it was someone he knew well,
and someone he came in contact with so that he could lift a few hairs without alerting
suspicion. Remus had thought before about which side Severus Snape preferred,
when it came to sex. He had come to the conclusion that Severus most likely
received. That hardly narrowed down the possibilities, considering who Severus
surrounded himself with. Remus fully expected to see a Polyjuiced Lucius
Malfoy.
Remus
watched as the man transformed, and he gave a half-gasp, half-chuckle. Right
before his eyes, there appeared an exact duplicate of himself. He was slightly
shocked, a little flattered… and mostly turned on. Of all the people Severus
could have chosen… “Why Severus,” Remus said, now very glad he had been careful
to calm his urges somewhat beforehand. “I believe I’ve greatly underestimated
you.” As Severus stared at his creation, he took his own cock out of his pants
and Remus cocked his head. “Apparently in more ways than one.”
For a
moment, however brief, Remus considered looking away. He felt uneasy regarding
what Snape would do to his sex slave, about what Snape secretly always wanted
to do to Remus. But Remus’ curiosity, and his sex drive, got the better of him.
He could not look away.
From what
Remus could make out at a distance, Severus had commanded his Remus to disrobe.
Clothes were slowly peeled away as though part of a show, revealing Remus’
body, such that it was. Remus was amazed at how perfectly accurate it was,
right down to the littlest scar. He wondered what Severus’ reaction to it would
be, or whether Severus had done this before and knew it just as well by now as
Remus did.
Either way,
Severus seemed to be pleased because he wasted no time in snogging his fake
Remus. His hands dove into fakeRemus’ pants and seized Remus’ cock. Pleasure
shot through the real Remus, imagining how that must feel and enjoying the feeling
of his own touch.
It was a
strange sensation, watching himself being seduced and, then, fucked. He gasped
in pleasure as Severus took him, the fake him, and made desperate, passionate
love to him. Remus slid one hand up beneath his shirt, just as Snape had done
to fakeRemus. He envisioned they were Snape’s long fingers pinching his
nipples, instead of his own. He pretended it was Snape’s hand on his cock, and
he pumped in time to Severus’ strokes. He imagined the moans of ecstasy that
sounded like his own were
He watched
closely, observing every facial expression, every movement, entranced by the
magic and the idea of getting off by watching. Watching Snape. Watching
himself. Listening to all the moans of satisfaction surrounding him. But
touching himself just exactly how he liked to be touched.
His eyes
were fixed upon Severus, seeing the pale arse, the strong but slightly awkward
thrusts, the bliss in his dark eyes. Remus held himself back until… until he
saw himself come. And, oh, how incredible that was to watch. The way his back
arched and head tilted back, his gray-streaked brown hair flopping about
loosely. The pleasantly pained expression on his face, the concentration in his
amber brown eyes, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, the way he
smiled weakly as the sensation passed. Severus had made him feel so good, and from
what Remus observed, Severus was feeling equally as good. Unable to resist such
a scene, Remus closed his eyes finally and came copiously against his hands and
the insides of his trousers.
When he
opened them, Snape was holding the fake him, whispering something into his ear.
FakeRemus kissed him tenderly. The real Remus raised his eyebrows. He’d
expected Snape to shed his creation the moment he’d finished. Perhaps that was
the strangest part of it all, Remus surmised as he watched Snape practically
snuggle the man in tenderness and appreciation of the deed done. It made Remus
feel a little queasy, and he turned to go. “At least he did not got for Sirius,”
Remus chuckled. He untucked his shirt and let it hang down to cover the wetness
on his pants.