Post on 3/27/2001

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Lupin/Snape

Summary: Two men, a lake, and a boat...you figure it out.

Warning: This story is slash.

Snape was taking his daily walk around the grounds at Hogwarts. Things were going particularly well for him and he felt he deserved a walk...

"Lupin! What are you doing there?" Snape asked sharply as he came upon his old nemesis sitting beside the lake.

"Shsssh!" rebuked Lupin. "For God's sake, man, can't you see I'm fishing!?" Lupin was whispering, indicating a makeshift pole with a string on the end of it drifting lazily, disappearing into the lake.

"Lupin, Lupin, Lupin," said Snape in his oily voice, shaking his head, "when Dumbledore hears of this, he will surely flip his pointy little hat."

"Ha!" grinned Lupin back. "You'd like to see that, wouldn't you, Snape?"

Sighing, Severus Snape sat down next to Lupin and watched the slack line as it faded into the shimmering lake's depths.

"If you're hoping to catch a mermaid, old boy, you'd be better off going to the middle of the lake in a boat," said Snape, in a condescending tone, "but if you *do* catch one, Dumbledore will hoist you up by your under shorts and display you at high mast."

Lupin cast a sideways glance at Snape. "I don't wear under shorts," said Lupin.

"In that case, I strongly recommend against catching a mermaid," said Snape flatly.

Laughing, Lupin playfully punched Snape in the arm.

Lupin and Snape sat wordlessly next to each other and stared at the lake. To everyone else, these two men despised each other. By all rights, they should...but the truth be known, as amazing as it was to Snape and Lupin, they actually enjoyed each other's company; and sometimes sought each other out.

Lupin suddenly turned and looked directly at Snape. "Severus," hinted Lupin, "you wouldn't happen to know how we could get our hands on a good boat, would you?"

Snape returned his gaze, looking at him steadily, and then slowly his solemn face broke into a sly grin. "As a matter of fact I do..."

They had spent the last 40 minutes talking Hagrid out of his favorite craft. Together, Lupin and Snape dragged the boat to the lake while Hagrid stood, looking on, as if his child were being rushed off to some god-awful camp.

"I'm going to get my robe wet," groused Snape. He was trying to get into the boat and hold his robes up at the same time. Meanwhile, Lupin slipped his off and tossed it inside the boat and stood there naked before him grinning.

"Good God, Lupin," rebuked Snape, "someone will see you!"

"Don't be a puss, Sev, just take off your robe and get in the boat!" laughed Lupin, taunting him.

Exhaling noisily through his nose, Snape backed away from the boat and reluctantly took his robe off as well. Lupin was very relieved to see Snape didn't wear anything under his robes, either. Lupin was also mildly amused to see Snape was getting aroused. Actually, Lupin was stirred by it, but had the class enough not to point it out.

Pushing off, Lupin and Snape were soon drifting towards the middle of the lake in the large, aluminum craft.

"I think you forgot your fishing pole, Lupin," said Snape, an analytical look on his face.

"Oops!" leered Lupin.

"Help me with that oar, will you, Severus?" Lupin indicated the large oar just out of his reach. Snape was sitting across from him and easily reached it and passed it to his boatmate. As he leaned towards Lupin, Snape noticed that Lupin was not only aroused, but his body seemed to radiate a musky sexual scent.

As Snape handed Lupin the oar, they made eye contact. Lupin hesitated before taking the oar from Snape and sat there, staring at him.

"Your oar?" said Snape, his voice sounding strained to himself.

"Thank you, Severus," said Lupin softly and took the oar from Snape.

Lupin used the oars to stroke the water, gently moving the boat to the middle of the lake. Snape sat there watching his boatmate's hands as he held the oars. Snape could feel himself getting hard, not caring if it was noticed, not wanting to hide it.

When Snape moved his eyes from Lupin's hands, up those muscular arms to the wide, boulder-like shoulders, their eyes met. Lupin had not taken his eyes off of Snape's face during this entire time. He was drinking in that solemn face as if it were a potion. Lupin was totally enchanted by the statement on Snape's face, the way he held his mouth, the way he blinked his eyes slowly, as if briefly visiting a fantasy.

Once they were in the almost-exact middle of the lake Lupin put the oars down and allowed them to float lazily in their rings on either side of the boat. He leaned forward and touched Snape's face with his hands. Lupin gently traced the lines around Snape's mouth, finding them so very arousing.

"What are you doing, Remus?" asked Lupin in a strained, husky voice.

"Waiting for you to stop me," answered Lupin.

Snape didn't stop him, though. Instead, he reached up and captured Lupin's hand and held his palm to his mouth. As Snape held Lupin's hand, he gently licked his palm, tracing the lines there.

Once Lupin's palm was wet, Snape placed Lupin's hand on his cock sending an unspoken message: Please.

As Lupin began to stroke Snape, Snape moved off of his seat and knelt before Lupin. Snape reached up, enclosing his face with his hands and kissed Lupin hungrily on the mouth.

Lupin continued to stroke Snape's length while his kissed him, his tongue tasting, testing. Lupin could hear Snape's breathing becoming raspier

"Severus. Severus..." Remus was murmuring Snape's name over and over again in a low, seductive voice. It was so sexual the sound of his voice was enough to bring Snape to his completion right then and there as he knelt before him.

"Not yet, Remus, slow down..." stammered Snape, pulling himself away from Lupin's skillful hands.

"Anything, Remus. Whatever you want. Tell me," whispered Snape in his partner's ear. "Anything."

"I want to make you mine," growled Remus. "Lie back, Sev. Now...lie back."

Wordlessly, Snape did as he was instructed. He was so beautiful, lying there, as if he were a gift, thought Lupin.

Carefully, Lupin moved to kneel over Snape. When Lupin entered Snape's hot, throbbing body, both men cried out, totally unsuspecting of the intensity of this passionate coupling.

Gripping Snape's hard, leaking cock, Lupin plunged deeply into Snape. He stroked and thrusted, his tempo increasing as Snape moaned. Snape was overcome by his own pleasure.

When Snape finally came, his very being reaching a tremulous crescendo, he arched his body, screaming, totally lost in passion. Lupin followed Snape into the abyss seconds later. They both lay in Hagrid's boat, holding on to each other for dear life, praying that they would never descend from this orgasmic heaven.

When Lupin finally pulled away from Snape, he looked into his eyes and seen that they were wet. A single tear flowed, streaking slowly down Snape's cheek. Lupin kissed it away.

"You have never cringed at my touch," murmured Snape.

"No," answered Lupin, "never."

Another tear escaped. Smiling down at his captive lover, Lupin kissed that one away as well.

"And you have never been disgusted at me as a man, or feared me as a wolf," stated Lupin, looking directly into Snape's eyes.

"I'd take you as either," Snape replied back, in a choked whisper.

Grinning, Lupin replied, "I'll have to remember that."

Snape snorted a reply and tried to sit up. "Get off of me, Remus, will you? I need to sit up. And for God's sake be careful, if we tip this boat and sink it, Hagrid will have our skins."

Chuckling to themselves, the odd couple carefully got up got dressed and headed Hagrid's boat safely back to shore.

Fin.