Where the wizards bite back

Sorry for this being posted late, but I wanted to get it back from everyone before I posted it. Happy Birthday Beren!


Title: An Uncommon Mixture
Author: Irana Potter-Snape
Rating: NC17
Pairing: HP/SS, SS/RL
Disclaimer: Nope. The characters or places are not mine. They belong to the lovely blonde British woman. The plot and the smut? Well now, those are mine.
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Summary: Severus has a theory that may make him the most sought after potions brewer in the Wizarding world. Now all he has to do is collect the ingredients.
Beta(s): The lovely dacro. Thanks doll. essayel you are an absolute angel. stepmnstr, thanks doll.
Archive: hpvamp. Anywhere else, please ask first.
A/N: I wrote this for the hpvamp Blood of The Werewolf Challenge in honour of beren_writes's birthday. It was supposed to be Severus and Remus. I intended to do one thing with it, but the story took on a life of its own. Happy Birthday beren_writes. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. 3,298 words.

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No one knew what the effects of mixing werewolf essence with vampire essence would be. Severus Snape had an idea and he wanted to test it. Indeed, he even knew whom he wished to test his theory on. He smiled as he imagined the looks on their faces as the two unwitting men tested his latest potion. He had thought perhaps to try his experiment with blood, but saliva and semen were much easier to obtain, and he would enjoy himself thoroughly obtaining both.

The fact that he would need to approach two men who would otherwise be unapproachable was immaterial. Being able to touch them intimately was the part of the process he looked forward to taking great pleasure in. As he was convinced he would never be able to touch them any other way, he planned to take full advantage of the opportunity that presented itself. Severus would never admit that his feelings for the Boy Who Lived ran deeper than lust, or that he thought Remus would be a worthy mate.

The fact still remained that if ever he had an opportunity to pursue anything with either one of him, his first choice would be Potter. If asked, his reply would be that he'd rather be mated to a vampire than a werewolf. The truth was, he'd just rather have Potter. And, he reflected, if all went well with this potion, he would. Right after he sucked Remus dry. For experimental purposes only of course. His brow furrowed. He'd not be able to swallow the semen of course if he intended to use it in his potion. But he could certainly enjoy sucking the man off to that point.

He patted the jar he had in his pocket and knocked confidently on Lupin's door. Remus looked surprised to see him, but he suspected that was only because he rarely visited the man in his rooms with the exception of dropping off the wolfsbane when the man was too tired to fetch it himself.

"If I may speak with you for a moment," Severus began quietly. Much of his animosity had dissolved over the past years, especially after the Dark Lord's defeat, so greeting the man with politeness was no longer an effort.

Remus nodded and stepped back, gesturing for Severus to enter. Severus' eyebrows flew up into his hairline when he saw that Potter was seated in the sitting room. Well, he thought, may as well get them both at once.

"Mr. Potter. This concerns you as well. It is fortunate you are here, I shall not need to waste further time by having to locate you." He waited until Remus had taken a seat and then began his carefully thought out speech. "As you know, I have been experimenting with the wolfsbane and with a potion to help speed the healing process the next morning. I believe I may have found a solution, however, I will need certain – essences – from each of you for each potion."

Remus and Harry looked at each other in confusion, then back at Snape.

"I don't understand," Harry said. "What sort of essences?"

"In your case Mr. Potter, a small sample of your blood is needed. Vampires are known for their remarkable powers of regeneration, and I believe the blood of a vampire as naturally powerful as yourself with be of great benefit. Also, there is the additional component of the – affection – you feel for Lupin."

"And what is it you need from me Severus?"

Begin as you mean to go on, old boy. "Your semen," he said baldly. "It must be placed into a charmed container at the time of release, so I will need to be there when you collect the sample." Although I'd prefer to collect it myself, he thought.

Both men looked at each other in surprise, then back at Snape. If anyone had asked either man just how they felt about that particular announcement, each would have said Snape was up to something. Both were curious enough to go along with it just to see exactly what it was.

"Did you need the sample now Severus?" Remus asked softly.

"If it is not too inconvenient," he replied coolly, grateful his voluminous robes concealed the twitch if his prick in his pants. He knew he would need to be careful, as the closer the full moon got, the more developed Lupin's senses.

Remus stood and turned to Harry. "If you will excuse us Harry, we'll be a few moments." He nodded at Severus and indicated that he should follow him into the bedroom. Barely controlling his anxiety and desire, Severus followed.

Harry watched them both go with an odd gleam in his eye. Snape was up to something he knew, and it wasn't what he claimed. He extended his senses so he could hear what was happening in the other room, promising himself to tell Remus what he'd done later.

Remus closed the door behind Severus and divested himself of his robes. He had on, as always, that bloody cardigan Severus loathed, and he took that off as well.

"Shall I just remove what's needed Severus?" he asked, lightly scenting the air.

Desire rising, Snape just nodded. Remus toed off his shoes, before unbuckling his belt and sliding down the zipper of his trousers. He rarely wore pants, so it was a simple matter to undo his shirt enough to both access and flaunt the heavy balls and slightly swollen cock which rose steadily as Severus watched, tongue flicking over his lips.

Remus scented the air again and smiled. He wants me, wants my cock, he thought in delight. Remus had long found Severus attractive, he had simply never made any effort to share his attraction with the other man. He was beginning to think that made have been a mistake.

He pointed Severus to a chair and asked, "Should I just get on with it then?" as he curled a hand around his slowly filling cock. Severus nodded and Remus couldn't resist saying, "Severus, I didn't hear that. How do you wish me to do this? You said something about a charmed container?"

Starting, Severus pulled the container from his pocket and returned it to its proper size. The mouth of it was large and he was grateful he'd chosen this one as Lupin was rather well endowed.

Remus frowned and looked at the container in Snape's hand. "I'll need to be closer for this to work," he said, crossing the room to stand directly in front of Severus, legs spread apart and hand working on his cock, inches away from Snape's face.

Severus groaned low in his throat, the sight and smell of Remus' prick almost too much. The first drop of precome beaded on the tip, and it was all he could do to prevent himself from licking it away. He was unaware his breathing had become ragged, unaware he was leaning slightly forward until Remus spoke.

"Would you like to touch it Severus?" Snape gasped, and licked his lips, and Remus smiled again, a feral light coming into his eyes.

Outside in the sitting room, Harry gasped at the same time as Severus as he heard that, and imagined those long, elegant fingers wrapping themselves around Remus cock, tugging and pulling, thumb sliding over the head. He felt himself hardening in his trousers, and shifted a bit on the settee, determined to keep his hands away from his cock. He clamped down on the stirring of jealously he felt, as he couldn't decide who he was jealous of, Remus or Snape. He shook his head and went back to listening.
Looking at Severus and watching his tongue outline his lower lip, Remus growled, "No, you don't want to touch it do you? You want to suck it." The scent of Snape's arousal flared, and Remus knew he was on the right track. Slowly stroking his now hard cock, he continued. "Id like that you know. I love to have you wrap those lips around me, love to feel you suck me into your throat, feel your tongue slide along the vein in my cock. Are you hard under those robes Severus? Let me see."

Slightly dazed, and mesmerized by the sight of the very prick he'd been fantasizing about, Severus moved a hand to open his robes and his trousers, pulling his cock free of his pants and groaned as Remus leaned forward and brushed the tip of his cock against Snape's lips.

"That's it," Remus encouraged. "Touch yourself for me. What a lovely cock you have Severus, long and thick. I bet that would feel incredible in my mouth, or better yet, in my arse. Would you like that Severus, shoving that hard cock in my arse, sucking my cock, making me come screaming your name?"

Remus sped up his strokes, only to slow them down, teasing the other man as much as he teased himself. He took the container from Snape and set it on the table next to the chair in which the other man sat. "Harder, Severus. I want you to come for me. I want to see it, want to watch. I won't come until after you do."

Severus moaned and stroked himself faster, just as Harry finally gave into temptation and pulled his own cock free, breath laboured, heart pounding as he listened to what was being said in the other room, imagining every word that came from Remus' mouth. Unknowingly, his strokes matched those of Severus as he stroked himself to completion, gasping Snape's name as he came. A moment later he heard a ragged groan and frowned as he recognised the voice as Severus'. The jealousy came back, stronger than before, and he knew just who he envied in that room.

Severus’ orgasm struck him like a blow, and he groaned as his cock was enveloped in heat, Remus having dropped to his knees in time to swallow the salty flow. Severus' fingers twined in Remus' hair, holding him still as he fucked the man's face through the rest of his orgasm, deciding this had been even better than he'd imagined. He slumped in the chair and was surprised to feel something pushing at his lips, opening them willingly when he smelled the musk of Remus' arousal and sucking down the hot cock as far as he could take it.

It didn't take long before Remus was tensing, his body ready after watching Snape come and he pulled out of Severus' mouth with a slick popping sound and grabbed the jar, erupting into it even as he stepped back from the man he'd been leaning over. By the time he was through, Severus had collected himself and refastened his clothing, and Harry had stopped listening and cleaned himself up.

He handed the uncapped jar to Severus and grinned. "Whatever you plan to use that for, be careful with it. I don't expect that Harry will allow you to collect another sample." He turned and slipped into the loo before the other man could answer, turning on the shower and getting in. He knew Snape really fancied Harry, knew also that Harry felt the same about Snape having discussed it once with a ‘pissed out of his head’ Harry Potter. He grinned as he imagined what would happen when Severus went to collect Harry's blood, and wondered if the man knew he'd be losing some of his own in return.

Snape pulled himself together and steeled his nerve, refusing to betray by action of words anything that had just transpired in this room. He opened the door and strode through, determined not to look at Potter after Remus' cryptic statement about the green-eyed man.

Harry waited until the man had reached the door before he spoke.

"I trust it was successful," he said, glancing with dislike at the jar of milky fluid in Snape's hand.

"Very, Mr. Potter," Severus replied, careful to keep his voice neutral.

Harry stood and moved toward the door. "May as well do my bit now then," he said. "I'll just come along to your chambers and we'll take care of it. I trust you have a steel blade handy?" he asked mildly, voice not betraying an ounce of the possessive anger he felt.

Severus nodded and led the way, violently aware of the silent presence behind him, wondering what was happening in Potter's mind. Harry, for his part, was arguing with himself, an old familiar argument, but this time, he was losing the fight against his vampiric nature's need to claim the man in front of him. He'd known for a while he wanted Snape, long before the accident that had made him a creature of the dark like Remus. Since his change, he had wanted it even more, the way the man smelled was simply intoxicating. By the time they had reached Snape's rooms, Harry had made his decision. He would have this man for himself, and he would have him tonight.

Closing the door behind them, Harry purred, "You can have as much of my blood as you need Severus. But I want a taste of you as well."

The voice, as well as the words, slithered along Snape's spine and he fought down the whimper that wanted to leave his throat. "Is that so Mr. Potter?'

"And Severus, do call me Harry. After all, we've been through a lot together, you've used my name before, and we're about to become much, much, closer."

"Indeed," Severus responded, moving toward a cauldron and pouring a bit of the still warm fluid into the cauldron before recapping the jar.

"Indeed," Harry affirmed, stepping up behind the other man. "I want you Severus Snape. And I fully intend to have you."

Severus slid away from Harry, suddenly far more nervous than he remembered ever being with the other man. It was one thing to fantasize when there was no possibility of it happening, it was another altogether when fantasy threatened to become reality. For one mad moment, he considered calling the entire thing off, certain that once Harry had what he wanted, he would leave, before common sense returned and reminded him that if this was his only chance at Harry, he needed to grab it with both hands and hold on for as long as he possibly could.

"Very well Harry," he said in a long suffering voice. "Where do you wish to claim your – taste?" He knew very well where he wanted Harry to taste him, but decided that wherever the vampire wished to bite him, he would be satisfied.

Harry smiled and moved faster than Snape's eyes could follow, and before he realized what had happened, Severus was naked from the waist down, his robes thrown over a nearby chair, with his cock firmly in Harry Potter's mouth. At Severus' gasp of surprise, Harry pulled off and grinned.

"I said I wanted a taste. I never said of what," he smirked before he sucked the tasty cock back in his mouth, moaning as it lengthened and stretched in his mouth. Severus tasted fantastic, and Harry knew he could happily spend eternity devouring this taste, this smell, the sound Snape made as Harry sucked him deeper, burying his nose in his groin. Snape's blood called to him from beneath the thin skin, and he made himself pull away as he felt his fangs extend.

Stripping off his clothes he looked around for the bedroom. "Your bedroom," he finally rasped as he tugged his trousers over his rigid cock. "Where is it?"

Shivering, Severus turned and led him to a closed door, opening it and stepping through, heading directly for the large bed and pulling a vial from the drawer. Severus preferred to top, but he knew this night he would be most pleased to be a bottom, as Harry's prick appeared to be made to slide into his arse. He moaned at the image, his own cock twitching, and climbed on the bed on his hands and knees, arse spread open for Harry's perusal.

Harry approached, his prick leaking, fangs fully extended, wanting nothing more than to drive into that arse so temptingly spread open for him. He climbed unto the bed behind Severus, resting on his knees, and lowered his head to swipe his tongue over the puckered entrance, causing Severus to gasp as his body uncontrollably snapped forward.

Never had anyone done that, touched him there, like that, and he was torn between arousal and mortification.

Harry clamped his hands on Severus' hips and held him still. "Relax Severus," he drawled. "I promise you'll enjoy this." He gave him no more warning, no time to adjust, just stiffened his tongue and plunged it past the tight ring of Severus' arse, thrusting with his tongue the way he intended to fuck Severus with his cock, mouth fastened to the ridges of skin and sucking when Snape least expected it. He laved the little hole until Severus was nearly mindless with pleasure, pushing his hips back to gain more friction and spreading his legs wider.

Harry brought his fingers to his mouth and nicked the tip of them with his fangs before sliding the dripping digits into Severus' arse. The other man gasped as those same fingers pressed against his prostate, pushing back on the digits in an attempt to get them in deeper. He added another finger and fucked the man mercilessly before pulling away and squeezing more blood from his fingers to coat his cock before lining himself up to push inside Snape's arse.

He groaned at the heat, and the slick tightness of it, then whimpered at the overwhelming sense of rightness and the sheer belonging he felt as he slid home inside the welcoming body. Finally, after so long wanting and needing Snape beneath him, writhing, whimpering and pushing back on him just as hard as he was pushing inside him. Harry felt his brain melting as his vampiric nature took over.

Snape thought he had died, or was asleep having a particularly erotic dream. Not only had Lupin sucked the come from his body, he had the man he most desired pounding into him, a cool hand on his prick stroking him off in time to the hard thrusts inside him. He was lost in a spiral of pleasure, uncaring of the sounds he made as his body and mind were swallowed up in pleasure. His orgasm struck him unexpectedly and he cried out his affection for Harry as he came.

The sound of Snape's voice screaming in pleasure took Harry over the edge, and he sank his teeth into the flesh of the man's neck, the taste of his blood triggering his own release while enhancing Snape's. After a long moment, they collapsed together, Harry still embedded inside Snape's body as he gently rolled them to the side. Slowly their breath returned, and Harry pulled Snape closer, relishing the heat and feel on the other man in his arms.

"Why did you really want Remus' semen and my blood Severus?" he asked softly.

Severus sighed and decided he might as well tell him. Harry would simply persist until he got an answer if he didn't. "I have a theory that the essence of a werewolf, when combined with that of a vampire, will create a powerful aphrodisiac. One more powerful than anything ever seen."

Harry chuckled as he licked at Snape's shoulders. "Later you can make your potion, and we'll try it out. If it works the way you expect, next time, Remus takes his own bloody sample."

Severus said nothing, merely nodded in acquiescence. Remus had told him as much after all. And frankly, he wouldn't have it any other way.