Posted on 3/17/2001

Title: First Kiss

Author: ReggiBar

E-Mail: Reggibar007@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Lupin/Snape

Summary: Snape remembers back to his first kiss. And now, after 25 years, Lupin in back.

Distribution: List archives

Feedback: Please

Author's note: These characters are not mine. Can I help it if they cannot get enough of each other? No, I cannot. Boys will be boys and they shall not be kept shackled.

Snape sat in the second row watching the rehearsal. Snape, himself, had written this play. And to everyone's surprise, he was taking Dumbledore's advice and staying the hell out of it. He wasn't directing, working on the sets, or acting in the play. But his passion for the stage was too strong to keep him out of the theater that day. He had come to watch the rehearsal.

The two 5th years were rehearsing the one scene that Snape had come to watch. This was the act he had struggled with for almost five weeks when writing it. He wanted to get it right. It mirrored Snape's own life when he was a 5th year, when he first encountered Remus in a way he never knew possible.

It was twenty-five years ago. Quidditch was fun even back then; but frankly, Severus Snape was not that good at it. He ended up dropping out early, but stayed around to watch the others play, envying their skillful movements through the skies above him.

After practice, they all headed back to the locker room to shower. Outside of the locker room, Severus would wait for Remus. Those two always walked slowly back to the main castle talking and gossiping about the teachers, girls, the other students, and whatever else came to mind.

This one time, during the walk back, Remus was feeling particularly playful and pulled Severus' wand from his pocket and took off running with it. Severus, being rather quick, easily caught up with Remus and took it back.

"Give me that, you shit!" spat Snape.

"Come on, Sev," taunted Remus, "you may not be a seeker...but let's see if you can wrestle!"

Remus grabbed Severus by the robes and hauled him down onto the ground and sat on him. "Gotcha!"

"Not quite yet, brat!" roared Severus, twisting up and knocking Remus off of him sending him flying face first into the grass. Remus quickly recovered and started to get up to attack Severus again, but this time Severus had the better of him. He grabbed Remus' arm and twisted it back forcing Remus to spin around and go face down into the soft warm grass again. Severus sat on him, pinning him down.

Severus leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Had enough?"

"Not hardly!" growled Remus, bucking up almost pushing Severus off of him. "Get off of me!"

"You'll have to knock me off, little man," said Snape, taunting him.

Remus bucked again, this time succeeding. He had caught Severus off guard. Severus lay on his back on the grass, laughing, out of breath. Remus quickly maneuvered around and sat on Snape's thighs, and pinned him down by placing his large hands on either elbow.

"What now, Severus?" growled Lupin.

Severus didn't answer. A flush of redness crept up his neck into his face and he just lay there staring up at Remus. Severus was more than a bit embarrassed at the growing hardness of his own erection. It was a reaction he could not seem to control. Remus must have read his mind because he leaned slightly forward while sitting on Snape and felt it as well.

Remus looked at Severus, who immediately looked away. "It's alright, Sev," was all that Lupin said. It was then that Remus shifted slightly to allow Severus to feel that he was in the exact same shape. "See, it happened to me, too," said Remus, trying to ease his friend's embarrassment.

"Get off of me. God, what is wrong with me?" said Severus in an angry tone. Remus didn't move.

Severus repeated, "I said get off-" but was cut off when Remus swooped down quickly and kissed him, hard.

Remus immediately stopped, a horrified look on his face, and rolled off of Severus. He sat next to Snape with his back to him.

"Oh, Severus. I'm sorry. I should not have done that. I ...I don't know why I did that." As Remus sat there with is back to Snape, Snape got up off of the ground and walked away from him, back to the castle.

Almost two weeks passed before Snape would even look at Lupin. They had exchanged a glance during supper as Lupin left the dining room, headed for Quiddich practice. Snape watching him go, deciding then and there, to face Lupin and get this mess straightened out.

Snape went to watch the practice from the stands. The practice seemed to last for hours and hours, but to his surprise Snape found himself, on that misty, rainy day, waiting for Lupin outside of the locker room once again. When Lupin exited the locker room Snape stepped in front of him blocking his path.

"Before you say anything," Snape began, "let's go inside and talk." Snape had indicated the locker room. All of the other players had left, so Lupin turned around and re-entered the building with Snape behind him.

Once inside, they turned to face each other. Lupin started to say something, but Snape raised his hand to silence him. "Let me speak, Remus" said Snape. "First of all, you do not owe me or anyone else an apology for what happened between us. The truth is, I've just been getting used to having a friend. I've never had a good friend. If I've never had a friend, then you can imagine I've never ...you know."

Lupin stood facing Snape watching him and listening to his words. As the silence continued, Lupin knew that Snape could not continue. So, tentatively, Lupin approached him. Lupin opened his arms and took Snape in, hugging him, holding him close.

"You let me be your friend, Severus, why not let me be something more?" Remus whispered as they hugged.

"Because I'm not ready for something more, Remus," Severus responded back, voice struggling.

"Just a kiss..." spoke Remus, hissing hotly in Snape's ear. "...just a kiss."

Snape pulled away from him looking into his eyes, searching...was this all a prank? But as quickly as the thought entered his mind, it filtered away and Snape leaned towards Lupin their lips lightly touched.

They both pulled back, not expecting the spark they felt between them. Snape returned to that mouth again tentatively touching those lips, lingering a bit longer. Lupin released him gasping, his vision hazed with passion.

This time it was Lupin who pulled Snape in, kissing him firmly, but with a gentle pressure. The kiss went on for several minutes until Snape slowly slid his tongue in to meet Lupin's. At this, the kissing became frenzied, both holding the other, kissing and nipping, and fighting for air, their tongues darting, as if in a wild dance.

"Severus...Severus...we've got to stop now," choked an over-whelmed Remus. His heart was pounding as Snape's hands had drifted down, grabbing his butt cheeks, gripping them roughly.

"Why?" asked Snape, breathlessly.

"The moon."

That was all that Remus had said. Remus Lupin backed away from Snape and he turned and left Snape standing there, dumbstruck.

Snape sat in the theater watching the 5th years awkwardly act out the "first kiss" scene. At first he thought the actors were acting way too awkward, but as Snape remembered back 25 years ago, he realized it was indeed a realistic awkwardness he was seeing on the stage. And now, today, Lupin was back. Back at Hogwarts. Yes, they were both older and wiser and a lot less naive than they had been that day on the grass. But Snape wondered if it would still be any different.

"What 'cha doing?" Snape looked up to see Lupin standing there; that same silly grin on his face that he had always remembered.

"Remus!" said Snape heartily. He stood up and they embraced. "It's been a while. You look good for an old man."

"Ha!" laughed Lupin, "so do you, you creep!"

The students rehearsing on the stage had brought their rehearsal to a standstill as they stood gaping at the two men down in the empty seats of the auditorium, hugging, laughing and talking loudly.

"Sorry," Snape said gruffly to the actors, "please continue." Snape exchanged an amused look at Lupin and then jerked his head to the exit and they both left the theater.

"Well, now that you're back, what will the old man have you do?" asked Snape stealing a glance at Lupin as he walked beside him across the grounds.

"If you're speaking irreverently of Dumbledore, and I believe that you are, Severus, he is having me teach Dark Arts."

"Humph!" snorted Snape.

"And I supposed *you* wanted that job?" teased Lupin.

"Let's not go there," said Snape shortly.

Laughing, Lupin reached into Snape's robes and grabbed his wand.

"Wha??" said Snape, caught by surprise.

"Catch me if you can!" shouted Lupin, running from Snape with his wand.

"Oh, for God's sake," spat Snape. He started to run, but tripped up on is robes and stumbled almost falling. Laughing, Lupin headed back to him.

"Come on, Sevvy baby, let's see if you can take this away from me *this* time!"

Snape raised his hand and waived it, and the wand simply slipped out of Remus hand and zoomed directly into Snape's.

"Oooh! Fancy!" taunted Lupin. "But you're cheating, old man."

"I'd like to see you try and do that again, brat," growled Snape, a definite menace in his voice.

The tone of his voice didn't stave off Lupin, however, because he lazily approached Snape again and made a swipe with his hand, trying to grab the wand again. This time, however, Snape was ready for him and stopped him by grabbing him around the wrist and held him there.

Snape tugged roughly on Lupin's wrist bringing him close to him. A sneer was on Snape's face as he forced Lupin in closer. Snape was nose to nose with Lupin, both men dead serious. It was then that Snape tilted his head ever so slightly and kissed Lupin.

It was that same, tender, tentative kiss that they had shared in the locker room many years before. And, just like before, Snape easily pulled a trembling gasp from Lupin's lips.

"There's no moon tonight, Lupin," growled Snape intimately in Lupin's ear. "...and this time, I'm not letting you go."

"Sev-" Lupin started to say, but Snape silenced him with a kiss. Lupin felt a tongue brush his. He kissed Snape back, deeply, his hips grinding into him. Snape dropped his wand and moved his hands down, gripping Lupin's rear roughly, pulling him close.

"This time," hissed Snape in Lupin's ear, "I'm ready for something more."

No more words were spoken as these two men stood there on the open grassy field. Darkness had fallen. They began to strip each other greedily, desperate to see one another's body; desperate to feel the touch of skin on skin.

Standing in the pitch-black night, Lupin forced Snape to the ground and straddled him, staring almost frenzied into his eyes. He dipped down and licked a hardening nipple and Snape immediately arched to meet him. He licked the second nipple, this time more slowly and then gently bit it. Snape groaned with pleasure.

Moving down, Lupin licked following the thin path of hair that led down to Snape's groin.

"Please, Remus, oh, please touch me there..." pleaded Snape.

Lupin was a little surprised by Snape's total loss of control. He was touched by Snape's desperate need for compassion, for kindness and care.

Lupin grasped Snape around the hardened cock and stroked it steadily, forcing cries from his supine friend. Lowering himself down, Lupin took Snape in his mouth and Snape sobbed.

When Snape finally came in Lupin's throat, Lupin was almost beyond the brink of insanity himself. Without any spoken request, Snape lifted his legs, begging Lupin with his eyes. Lupin did not need to be "asked" twice. He straddled Snape, eyes never breaking contact. Lupin lifted a finger to Snape's mouth and Snape took it, wetting it. Reaching under, Lupin slipped the wetted finger in, as Snape panted "Oh...oh..."

Snape was so ready and Lupin felt the need there, compounded by his own excruciating need for release. Pushing against Snape, he entered him gently, both of them stifling a sob as they coupled.

"Sev, Sev, Sev," growled Lupin, keeping in time, with his ever increasing thrusts. Severus, fully hard again grabbed his own cock. When Severus hooked his feet on Lupin's shoulders, Lupin managed to say, "No." and pushed Snape's hand away, taking Snape's cock, and roughly stroked it as he slammed against him, shouting his name.

They both came with such intensity that Snape felt white-hot light behind his eyes, and Lupin nearly lost consciousness. They both lay the grass holding each other thoroughly and perfectly spent.

When he had resumed normal breathing, Lupin finally spoke, "My God, Severus, if it was like this now, we probably would have killed each other twenty-five years ago."

"I don't know," answered Snape, "we were a lot younger back then."

Laughing, Lupin asked, "I'm still immature. Doesn't that count for something?"

Grinning back, Snape answered, "Apparently, it does."

Fin.