WARNING: This is a slash story, which means it contains male/male erotic content involving consenting adults. If you're not of legal age or are offended by such material, please go find something else to read.

Title: A Spare Robe at Midnight
Author: Hayz
Rating: PG for slashy sexual tension
Summary: Remus teases a fellow professor in need and gets more than he bargained for.
A/N: Answer to the "A Challenge! A Challenge!" er... challenge on Snapefans.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, but rather J.K. Rowling's. This is entirely fiction.

"Oh Professor Snape, you sexy bitch..."

The glare Snape sent Remus' way stopped the other professor from saying anything further. He instead pursed his lips in a barely concealed smile and closed the book he had been reading. "Can I help you, Severus?"

"I need to borrow a robe. I've had a particularly difficult week what with students exploding potions all over mine. They're presently all in the laundry," Snape explained, chafing his chilled and bare arms.

"Of course you may, although I'm not sure how well they'll fit..." The slighter of the two stood and walked to the wardrobe. With his back turned, Remus couldn't help but smile wickedly before letting out a suffering sigh. "And here I was thinking all my dreams had come true. Hmm, here we are. This one is a little too big for me--"

He gasped when he turned, the robe he had previously been holding falling to the floor. A bare-chested Snape had crossed the room and now stood only a few inches from Lupin. One of Snape's dark eyebrows raised and Remus blushed before quickly ducking down to pick up the fallen robe. He offered it meekly, feeling Severus' fingers brush against his and linger as he took it.

Snape examined the robe before pulling it on. "Yes, Professor Lupin. I do think this will do nicely until mine are returned. Thank you. You'll have it back as quickly as I can manage it." It was all spoken in a dark, heavy whisper, and Remus felt his back come in sudden contact with the wardrobe door.

His chest was heaving, but he found the strength to reply. "Of course, Professor Snape. Take your time, I... I hardly wear it."

Snape gave him one last look that seemed to take him in all at once before turning and walking toward the door to his quarters. He turned before exiting, his voice making Lupin shiver. "Goodnight Remus."

"Goodnight Severus. Sweet dreams," he replied softly, feeling like a lover after the tryst, still needing the unwavering support of the wardrobe to hold him up.

Snape nodded before exiting, pulling the door closed behind him. Remus expelled a breath he had been holding and put a hand to his head.

"Well, that was certainly interesting," he muttered to himself.

As he sat down to resume his reading, he was sure he could hear a certain professor chuckling down the hall.