Post on 4/20/2001

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Lupin/Snape

Summary: Lupin learns a few new tricks while away at another school. Chapter 1 of 2

Warning: This story is slash

The sun rose and set more than thirty times while Lupin was gone. He had gone to attend another Wizarding school. Thanks to Snape, he took plenty of potion with him. The sister school also had a Potions Master in attendance who was very much trusted by Snape and Dumbledore. The other Potions Master stood by to help Remus through the Angry Moons, so Remus Lupin was somewhat at ease while he attended a special class.

Severus, who remained at Hogwarts, missed Remus; although he'd never admit it.

It was late Saturday morning when an old, worn out owl delivered to Snape a tattered and hastily written letter:

Snape snorted as he read the letter over two more times. He shook his head in half disgust, half amusement. ~Do I really miss him?

When Lupin returned, a feast in the great hall greeted him. The students had obviously missed him. Lupin could only guess why. Snape had taken his classes over in his absence.

As Snape sat across from Lupin at the long supper table, Snape watched Lupin as he devoured his food. To Snape, Lupin seemed to tear through it like a mad wolf. How fitting.

"Didn't they feed you over there?" asked Snape in half-disgust.

"Yes, but not like this," answered Lupin.

"Just what is it that you learned while you were gone, Lupin?" asked Snape. "Anything you wish to share with the rest of us?"

"Later," answered Lupin under his breath. He shot a look at Snape sending an unspoken warning: Don't push it.

When they had finished dinner, Lupin beckoned Snape to follow him back to his room.

"I'm not in the mood for any games, Lupin," growled Snape as he walked beside him. Their robes were billowing out behind them as they quickly strode through the great stone halls.

"I'm glad to see you, too Severus," answered Lupin, an amused look on his face. "Just come with me so I can give you something I picked up for you while I was at the other school."

"Fine."

When they entered Lupin's room, Lupin presented Snape with a large book. It was beautifully ornate and read, "Potions of the Masters" on the cover. By the look on Severus Snape's face, Lupin had chosen the book well. Snape was quite taken back by the gift.

"Take, it, Sev," prodded Lupin, "it's a gift. Just take good care of it, for God's sake. It's older than Dumbledore's grandfather."

Wordlessly, Snape took the book and held it in his hands, admiring the cover. Without a word, he walked over to the reclining chair and sat down in it. Snape carefully opened the book and began to read.

Lupin walked over and stood in front of Snape.

"Take it to the study with you, Severus," teased Lupin, "or you can just sit here at my place and read it; don't worry about going back to yours. I don't need to unpack or anything like that-".

"Remus. Please," Snape reprimanded, looking up at Remus over the book.

Lupin smiled and moved to the next room to give Snape some time to himself.

After unpacking and quickly bathing, Lupin came back into the sitting room to check on Snape. He was still sitting in the recliner, but he wasn't reading. Snape was fully reclined back. His eyes were closed, his mouth partly open. Snape was sleeping deeply.

The book lay protectively in his hands. Lupin carefully dislodged the book from Snape's grip and sat it on a nearby table. As Lupin watched Snape sleep, the temptation became too powerful for Lupin. It was time to try out his newly acquired skill...

Lupin sat in another recliner that was not even 5 feet from Snape's. He too, sat back and closed his eyes. But Lupin didn't sleep. Instead, he concentrated on Snape. As Lupin felt himself fade and drift into that familiar trance, he began to enter Snape's dream.

Snape was in his laboratory. He earnestly worked on some potion, his face full of wonder and concentration. The scowl that Severus Snape often wore on his face, even for Remus Lupin, was gone.

Remus walked up to stand beside Snape. Snape took a slow, dream-like glance at Lupin. He didn't smile, but his eyes seemed to welcome him. Lupin found it so strange that there was no sound in Snape's dream. But there was color; everything was in dark blue hues.

Lupin reached and touched the hand that held the large ladle. Lupin softly caressed Snape's hand and he stirred the contents of the cauldron. Snape continued to stare into the cauldron, as if dazed by its simmering steam.

Lupin reached his hand up and touched Snape's face. Snape looked at him. Lupin started to say, "What can I do?" but no sound came out of his mouth. Even as much as Lupin tried to control Snape's dream, he could not invoke sound. Lupin realized he would have to rely on touch and other non-verbal signals.

Snape looked at Lupin and slightly cocked his head. His eyes seemed to say, "Why are you here?"

Lupin touched his face sensually, pushing strands of long, black hair from Snape's eyes. "Because you need me," Lupin's eyes spoke.

Snape shook his head, and backed away from Lupin. He turned his back on Lupin and began to work at another nearby table, shutting Lupin out. Lupin could feel his control of the dream begin to waver.

Lupin used his skills to maintain the connection to the dream.

Lupin came up quickly behind Snape and threw his arms around him, pressing Snape's arms tho his sides. Lupin caressed Snape's chest and bit playfully on his neck. Lupin could feel Snape begin to tremble.

Lupin allowed Snape to turn around. There was a look of fear and uncertainty in Snape's eyes. Lupin could see it. There was insecurity and guilt there as well that seemed to simmer there, just beneath the surface.

Lupin gently undid the fastenings on Snape's robe. But the dream was intensifying by the second and Snape's robes seemed to disintegrate in his hands. Snape stood there before him naked. Lupin smiled knowing he did not do *that*. Snape did.

Lupin ran calloused hands roughly over Snape's chest, harshly bushing sensitive nipples. Snape opened his mouth in a silent gasp. Snape reached up to touch Lupin's mouth. Snape's hands trembled.

As the silent dream progressed, the deep blue hues surrounding them seemed to turn red; dark, blood-red maroon. Lupin pulled Snape into a kiss. The kiss was deep and passionate. Tentatively, Snape's hands snaked up Lupin's back until they were flatly pressed on him, pulling him in close. Oh, so close.

Lupin kissed a path away from Snape's mouth and followed a blazing trail down his neck to his chest. Lupin reached around and gripped Snape's buttocks firmly as he licked and bit bruised nipples.

Snape was more than trembling by now. His body was panting, although Lupin still heard no sounds in this silent dream. Snape's body arched, and thrusted, begging Lupin for more.

Lupin kissed along his chest, his abdomen, and paused to dip his tongue in Snape's navel. Snape's legs almost buckled.

Lupin purposely bypassed Snape's weeping member as he kissed and sucked along Snape's thigh and ended his travels behind Snape's right knee. When Lupin glanced up to see Snape's face, Snape's head was thrown back, he was biting his bottom lip, and eyes were squeezed shut. One tear flowed as he stood there before him in ecstasy.

Kneeling before him, Lupin began his kisses again, traveling up the thigh the same way he had come. But this time, he paused. As he looked at Snape's huge, delicious cock, how he wished he could say, "So beautiful," and how he wished that Snape could hear him. But Lupin settled for the oral gratification, instead. He engulfed Snape in his mouth with great fervor.

Snape jerked, and his knees trembled. Snape quickly threaded his fingers through Lupin's hair as Lupin worked on him, sucking and kissing. Lupin roughly caressed Snape's butt as he took all of Snape in. Snape trembled. The dream grew deeper red yet and the lights seemed to pulsate as Snape, engulfed in full orgasm, came in his dream.

Remus broke dream contact immediately after that. As Lupin sat in his chair, his heart thudded so hard in his chest that he was sure that it was loud enough to wake Snape. Snape, however, remained in the recliner still asleep.

It if were not for the small smile on his lips, Lupin would have been convinced that he had failed to invade Snape's dream. But by the look of Snape's robes, and that slowly fading grin, Lupin had been quite successful.

Remus got out of his chair very quietly and walked to the bar. He noisily made himself a drink, waking Snape.

"Ah, you're awake!" exclaimed Lupin.

"Yes."

"Can I fix you a drink? You've been asleep for some time now, Sev," asked Remus, an innocent look on his face.

"No. No thank you," replied Snape. He had picked up the book and placed it on his lap, hiding the "accident" he had had.

"Suit yourself," said Lupin. He walked over beside Remus with the drink he had just made for himself. "You fell asleep quickly, Severus. I guess you needed that nap."

Snape looked up at Remus as he stood beside him holding the drink. Sev reached up and took the glass, took a deep swallow, and handed it back to Lupin.

"I guess I did," replied Snape almost to quietly to be heard.

Remus continued watching Snape, a bit of guilt creeping into his conscience. After a few seconds, Snape, who had been staring down at the closed book, suddenly got up from his chair.

"Thank you for the book, Remus," said Snape off-handedly, "but I must be going. It's getting late."

"You're welcome," replied Lupin, patting Snape on the back as he walked towards the door.

As Snape began to exit, Lupin added, "Come again."

Snape paused, and then thinking better of it, resumed making his way out, heading back to his quarters with his book.