Entry tags:

rating: r, snupin

FIC: Skeleton in the Closet
Title: Skeleton in the Closet
Author: joanwilder aka RaeWhit
Pairing: Snape/Lupin (Marauders Era)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 382
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes it's the Slytherin who has the courage.

A/N: This was written for bk7brokemybrain for her correct guess of my Week Three Drabble for snarry_ldws. She requested Snupin, and I'm firkin' my Snupin cherry on this one. :)

Skeleton in the Closet

Severus ached. And he hated it.

He ached with want and need and self-disgust.

He wanted Lupin, spent his days thinking of what they did together, counting off the hours before every hurried tryst. He knew they were playing a dangerous game, one that was bound to end badly. Hence his self-disgust, because he never cared that he was the skeleton in Lupin's closet…until it was time to say goodbye.

Lupin pressed their sweaty chests together, then leant back to brush the hair from Severus' face. "So good together," Lupin whispered, covering Severus' mouth to kiss him, and for a moment, they frotted against each other. When Lupin pulled away, Severus still had his eyes closed, his neck craned forward and his mouth hanging open.

The rustle of clothing told Severus that Lupin was pulling on his trousers. He looked down and watched as the boy tied his shoes, then grabbed up his shirt.

"I despise this," Severus murmured as he reached for his own clothes.

Lupin grinned up at him. "I assume you don't mean fucking."

"You know what I mean," Severus scowled.

Finished dressing, Lupin stepped over and swatted Severus' hands away and began to button his shirt for him. "Yes, I do know. But you're a Slytherin and I'm a Gryffindor, so…"

"I don't give a damn what others think. Gryffindor or Slytherin. And neither do you. It's your friends you're worried about."

Lupin wouldn't meet his eyes. "We both have two sides to us, Severus. Ones we have to keep separate." He finished with the shirt, then kissed Severus chastely. "I can live with that if you can."

"As if I have any choice," Severus muttered, stiff and angry, but still needy enough that he kissed Lupin back before the boy turned and headed to leave their hiding place first.

Later that evening, he saw Lupin, Potter and Black at the door to the Great Hall. He didn't even register the insult Black bandied in his direction. No, all he saw was the amusement on Lupin's face, and the faint hint of distress and apology in the amber eyes.

Severus ached again when the realization struck him: Severus might have two sides to him, but Lupin had four. He was a Gryffindor, a werewolf, Severus' lover, and a coward.