Disclaimer: No one is mine

Warning: Still slashiness

Dedication: To everyone who has encouraged me to continue this, despite the very odd pairing.

Author's Note: I'm so surprised I haven't gotten flamed on this. And I'm so glad I finished this! It's my day off, and I've been enjoying it immensely. Well, not really. It's the day to catch up on things I need to get done, and this was one of them. Though I still have to haul my arse to work at night. At least I was able to sleep in some. No getting up at 5:30 this morning!

Okay, to warn you, I have no clue where the hell this is going. None at all. I just write, and whatever happens, happens. I think with something like this, it's impossible to plan. Any suggestions or tips are welcome. Enjoy!

Timeless

Chapter Nine

Remus was having what was-in his opinion-the greatest hour of his life. Severus Snape was one of the most talented kissers he had ever encountered. Not that he had encountered many, but compared to what he had! He was currently leaned back over a desk, Severus' lips working furiously on his neck and collarbone. He had his hands tangled in Severus' hair, and was encouraging him quite vocally.

"God, Severus, that feels so good...lower...a little bit...right there..." He practically yelped as Severus' lips found a particularly sensitive spot. His hands moved lower, running along Severus' back, pressing his school robes against his skin, eyes closed against the sensations in him. *This* was what it was supposed to be like. Remus had had no idea there was such passion contained in the icy, black clad Slytherin. Who had any idea that his lips would be so talented, or his hands, or that this hair would be so soft and thick?

Remus was lost. He was paying no attention to anything other then Severus, so he did not hear the soft squeak of the door opening, or the startled yelp that followed. He *did* notice when Severus nearly dropped him. The lips that were on his neck were pulled back, the hands on his back snapped away forcibly. Remus lost his balance, grabbing at the desk and Severus to remain upright.

"What are *you* doing here?" Severus snapped, and Remus raked his hair back, breath coming shortly, and looked to where Severus had directed his comment.

For the first time since hatching this entire plan, Remus felt guilty. He wasn't surprised to see Peter standing in the doorway, nor was he angry. He felt very small and sorry, seeing the wide eyed stricken look on Peter's face. He had caused it. And why? Because Peter had done only what Remus had told him to do...

"I...uh...I..." Peter was shaking, and his eyes were very round and watery. "I didn't...I just..."

"You can leave now." Severus snapped, black eyes flashing. Remus struggled to regain his composure, to smooth over teh situation as best he could. He licked his lips, feeling like hippogriff dung over it all.

"It's all right, Peter." He finally said, softly.

"I didn't..." Peter was shaking his head and taking a hesitant step back.

"I know." Remus nodded.

"I'll just leave..." Peters voice hitched, and Remus knew him well enough to know that he was going to start crying. He backed away quickly, the door banging shut as he darted out backwards...

"What the hell was that all about?" Severus asked, raising an eyebrow at Remus.

"Rather long story." Remus said, sighing. "I'm sorry about that..."

He didn't know what to do. He felt awful at making Peter cry, but...well, Peter deserved it? He wasn't so sure now. Why were things so difficult? Why did it have to be so hard? Peter had Harry, he should be happy. He shouldn't care that Remus was currently entangled in an intense make-out session with Severus. Remus completely ignored the fact that the original reason he had approached Severus was to make Peter jealous.

"WHy do I get the feeling you're not telling me something?" Severus crossed his arms, fixing Remus with a piercing stare.

"Oh, Peter's rather fond of me, that's all." Remus said, with a small smile. He wasn't going to admit to everything.

"So the little recreant's got a crush, does he?"

"There's no need to be so snide." Remus chastised softly. "Peter is my friend. And in all honesty, I'm not sure how he feels about me. I know for a fact he's interested in someone else."

"I don't care one way or another. I doubt I have anything to worry about from *him*."

"Severus..." Remus didn't like the tone the Slytherin was taking in conjunction with Peter. "I'm not sure this is going to work if you're constantly insulting my friends."

"Oh, stuff it Remus." Severus scoffed. "You know I hate them. Always have. Just because you've suddenly decided I'm doable isn't going to change that."

"No, but it is going to put a strain on the relationship." //Relationship? What relationship? This was just to make Peter jealous...oh dear.// He frowned. When had it become a relationship? He didn't *do* relationships. He couldn't. He was a lycanthrope. Real relationships were just too complicated.

"I thought it was 'purely physical'?" Severus arched an eyebrow.

"Er...it is." Remus said, feeling he was rapidly losing control of the situation.

"Then why did you call it a relationship? Didn't you just inform me earlier that it wasn't? That you didn't 'go in for' relationships?"

"Well...er...oh, damn it, you know what I mean!" Remus hated losing control like that. "Stop twisting my words around!"

"I'm not twisting a thing." Severus narrowed his eyes. "I warned you Lupin, you cross me you pay. And I smell a set up."

"You don't have to worry." Remus said, glumly. It looked as though he was stuck. And the thing was, he half thought he *did* want Severus. He was witty, attractive, an amazing kisser...and to a fifteen year old, there wasn't much more needed for a solid agreement.

"Good." Severus leaned back against a desk. "Because I meant what I said. You've crossed me once..."

"That was Sirius!" Remus said, exasperated. "I was as upset about it as you were. He used me, you know, and I don't like being used. I don't want to kill you. I've found much better things to do with you."

"Mmmm." Severus made a noncommittal noise. "Fine. We'll continue this...whatever you want to call it. But keep it quiet, will you? Dating a Gryffindor really won't to much for my reputation."

"Reputation?" Remus decided not to press any further. As far as he could tell, Severus' reputation was mainly being a sarcastic git who snapped at everyone and had no friends. He hardly saw how he would damage that.

"Yes, Lupin, my reputation."

"You know, I think at this point you can call me Remus."

"I suppose." Severus shrugged. "Fitting name, you know."

"Yes, yes, my parents thought it was funny. Until I got bitten of course." He waved his hand. "It's better then being named after an adjective."

Severus gave a dry chuckle, and nodded. He reached out to brush back a bit of hair from Remus' face, long fingers trailing over the werewolf's cheek and temple. Remus titled his head, kissing Severus' palm softly. Yes, he thought he would give this a serious try. Like he had said, you just never knew.

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Oh dear oh dear...the plot thickens!