Posted 3/12/2001

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Lupin/Snape

Summary/Disclaimer: Snape doesn't have a whole lot of time. Lupin, apparently, has all of the time in the world.

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"Where the hell is my scarf?" growled Snape. He was in his dressing room, tearing it apart, flinging clothing and parchment everywhere. It was almost time for another rehearsal to begin. Snape, being the perfectionist he was, always insisted on coming to rehearsals in full dress. His costume included a red ascot style scarf and at this moment, it was nowhere to be found.

Hearing the commotion, the other actors steered clear of the doorway to Snape's dressing room. But Lupin approached it without hesitation. He had come to watch Snape perform and rehearse. Lupin hadn't been to the theater in months and when he heard that Snape had another dark and dastardly part, he couldn't resist.

"What the devil are you looking for, Severus?" asked an amused Lupin, sticking his head in the room.

"Nothing. Go away and let me find it," Severus snapped back.

Lupin stepped all the way into the room. "Perhaps I can help you-"

"Good-bye, Lupin," replied Snape curtly, interrupting.

Ignoring Snape, Lupin walked through the room, stepping over assorted clothing and parchment. He crossed the room to the large ugly sofa and, after tossing things that were on it aside, sat down to watch Snape.

"Maybe it's in the icebox," suggested Lupin.

Snape grunted an unintelligible response.

"...or in the medicine cabinet?" teased Lupin.

Snape stopped to glare at Lupin.

"...or in your boot?"

"Please Lupin. Do you mind? I'm looking for my red scarf!"

Lupin started to laugh, picturing Snape in his mind, wearing a red scarf and finding it funny.

"Why do you need a red scarf?" asked Lupin.

"It's for my character...the artist," replied Snape, becoming rather short and increasingly annoyed.

"For God's sake, Snape, it's not a dress rehearsal. Just go out there in your undershorts. No one will care or notice."

Snape ignored the advice, continuing to look through piles of clothing on the floor by the sofa. Snape was working towards Lupin, who was sitting right in his search path.

"Move," growled Snape, looking directly at Lupin.

"Make me."

"I said move," Snape coldly repeated.

"No."

Snape reached down with both hands and grabbed a fistful of robe and attempted to haul Lupin off the sofa, but Lupin was ready for him. He pulled Snape down on top of him.

Flailing, and feet kicking, Snape tried to get up off of Lupin.

"Kiss me," Lupin growled lustily in Snape's ear.

"Dammit, Lupin, let me up."

"Not until you kiss me."

"I'm not going to kiss you, you git. Let up me up so that I can find my scarf. Stop playing around!"

"Not until you kiss me," Lupin repeated, with a taunting voice.

Snape glared down at this rash and reckless seducer. He placed his hands on Lupin's shoulder effectively pushing him down into the sofa and kissed him roughly on the mouth. The kiss was hard and fierce. When he pulled away, all Lupin could to think to say was, "My, my, Sevvy, old man. Has it been a while?"

Lupin draped his arms around Snape's neck and pulled Snape down against him again. They kissed again, much more softly. This time, the kiss was sensual and lasted long enough for their tongues to brush one another, stroking, as if it were a secret handshake.

Snape broke away. "Really, Remus. I need to be out on that stage in less than 10 minutes," said Snape trying to sound dignified through struggled breaths.

"Plenty of time," whispered Lupin licking and biting a convenient pulse point on Snape's neck.

"Help me find my scarf, Remus," said Snape huskily.

"If I find it first, I'll only tie you up with it."

"Oh, for God's sake!" growled Snape reaching under Lupin's robe and gripping his hardened manhood. Usually, neither of them wore anything under their robes. They had been doing that for years. Snape was grateful for this fact tonight. Snape roughly gripped it and stroked it, a growl escaping his throat.

"Oh yes, Severus...please..." groaned Lupin, looking deeply into intense eyes. "God, how I've missed you...oh, please...do that again!"

With a devilish grin, Snape complied, pushing Lupin farther towards the edge. Lupin's hips thrust up giving away his great need.

Reaching further back, Snape slipped a finger into Lupin's tight, puckered opening.

"Severus! I don't think your scarf is there!"

"Shut up."

Probing and grasping and licking, Snape brought Lupin to climax easily by simply touching him with his skillful hands. It wasn't any time at all before Lupin was pulling off Snape's costume, haphazardly throwing pants, shirt, vest onto a nearby table.

Focusing all of his attentions on Snape, Lupin took him into his mouth.

"Remus..." was all that Snape managed to say. Snape, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, was overcome by this sensual assault. Within minutes he, too, reached his climax and finished holding Lupin close to him.

"Remus...Remus," Snape muttered, running his fingers through sweat-soaked hair while he concentrated on bring his ragged breathing back to normal.

Lupin's head rested in Snape's lap. Lupin could feel himself drifting off to sleep.

"Let me up, Lupin."

"Why?"

"I've got to go now. Remus, it's been nice, but let me go."

Lupin sat up, releasing Snape and let him up off the sofa. As Snape got dressed again, buttoning and snapping on the ridiculous costume, Lupin asked him, "Why do you do it, Sev?"

"Do what?"

"Why do you do theater? Why do you even bother with it?"

Snape looked steadily at his friend, his lover. After carefully choosing his words, Snape answered, "Because of what she does for me. She forces me to face my demons...and empowers me to slay my dragons."

Quite taken back by this answer, Lupin sat back on the sofa and stared at Snape. "My. I didn't expect an answer like that. And have you slain all of your dragons yet?"

"No." answered Snape seriously. "Not even close."

Lupin stood up stretching his long naked body before reaching for his robes. As he put the robe on, wrapping it around him he looked up and seen a rather perturbed look on Snape's face.

"What's wrong?" asked Lupin

"What's that?" asked Snape, pointing to something at Lupin's hip level.

"You have to ask?" asked Lupin with a leering grin.

"That! In your pocket. What is it?" asked Snape, getting more irritated by the second.

"Oh, THAT. That would be your scarf." Lupin reached in and pulled it out and tossed it to Snape. "You better hurry, old boy, or you'll miss your cue."

With a contemptuous glare, Snape tied the scarf around his neck and stalked out, Lupin's laughter trailing after him.