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Dear Readers,

By now you know that my tale concerns three wizards:

Remus Lupin, werewolf -- handsome, heroic, unfailingly polite, but cursed with the less-than-honorable sex drive of a Dark, unsated creature.

Severus Snape, Potions Master, spy -- dark, irascible, unyielding, aloof; and with a repressed sexuality that simmers just below the surface like a cauldron kept just beneath a rolling boil.

Sirius Black, Animagus -- Shameless Hedonist and Unapologetic Deviant; trappep behind the Veil for nigh onto four years and, understandably, horny as all hell

Articulate wizards all, and normally I allow them to speak for themselves.

But not tonight.

Tonight they are indisposed.

They are indisposed because Remus Lupin has realized that both he and Sirius Black -- his best friend and erstwhile bed partner -- want the same thing from Severus Snape.

And they want it at the same time.

They are also indisposed because Remus has discovered that Sirius Black has set out to get *exactly* what they both want; by means of a rather powerful aphrodisiac.

Which he has applied to Severus Snape.

Without Severus Snape's knowledge or consent.

As for our good Professor Snape, he is indisposed because... well, you can imagine, I'm sure. 

After all, the potion Black "accidentally" doused him with was the same one that resulted in the 1879 resignation of  Reginald Trueheart, Minister of Magic, who was found ravaging his Chesterfield after having thoroughly worn out the head of the MLE and his two under-secretaries.

Severus Snape, to be blunt, is having a bit of a rough night.

He's not sure why he can't concentrate, or why his trousers feel oh so very tight, or why he can't stop thinking of that infernal werewolf and that shameless ninny Black.

He only knows that everything seems to be Going to the Dogs. ;-)
 
 
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“Lupin.  What an unpleasant surprise.  Whyever are you here?”

 “I wanted to finish our conversation, Severus.”

 “Oh?  Which one?”

 “Why, the one about the effect you were having on my rampant prick, Severus,” Lupin smirked, leaning against the work table and openly eyeing Snape.  “And the things that made me want to do to you.  Lurid description was involved.” 

“Ah.  That conversation.”  Snape spoke with a calm that he did not even remotely feel.  A good two-thirds of his blood had made a sudden migration south and he hoped it didn’t show. “Just what is it you want, Lupin?”

 “You.”  Lupin’s eyes were hot and bright. “To take you.  However I want.  As hard as I want.  As many times as I want.”  

 “That’s a rather ambitious plan,” Snape drawled, extinguishing the fire under his cauldron.  “Do you expect me to simply acquiesce to your outrageous demands without negotiation?”

 “I expect,” Lupin growled softly, moving close enough for Snape to feel the heat of his desire, “to drive my cock into that incredible arse of yours until you beg me for mercy.”

 Snape flushed, but still managed to look affronted.

 “I do not beg.”

 “You will,” Lupin’s wolf-grin promised.

 
 
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