Fic: Mata Hari

Title: Mata Hari
Author: dazzleberry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4365
Warnings and notes:
Cross dressing. Semi-serious cross dressing at that. I tried so hard to write crack!fic, but it just seems to be beyond me.

Plot Bunny credit to dizilla She suggested: Remus has to infiltrate a DE party in disguise.

The world isn't mine, but what I take full blame for what I do to these poor characters.


Mata Hari


31 December 1995

"May I have your attention please?" The ringing voice was accompanied by the clinging of a spoon against a crystal goblet, and heads swiveled. Lucius Malfoy was standing on one of the tables, his face flushed with a bit too much vodka and excitement, but he didn't seem to care. He hadn't changed a bit since Severus had known him in school—he was still flamboyant and attention-seeking, with a flair for drama and a great love of the spotlight.

"In celebration of our Lord's birthday, I've prepared a treat for all of us! Rather unfortunate that he couldn't make it to share in the revelry, but no matter! We owe it to his honor to make the most of the day on his behalf!"

A roar erupted from the two dozen wizards gathered in Lucius' formal dining room as half-filled glasses were shoved into the air in unsteady agreement. That had been the running joke all evening—that they were not celebrating the New Year, but were honoring the Dark Lord's birthday. Without him.

"So, without further ado, I give you"—Malfoy paused for dramatic effect or to make the crowd beg, either was as likely as the other and both were achieved—"your entertainment!" He jumped off the table, and in a puff of purple smoke, three champagne glasses as big as trees appeared in the middle of the room.

Champagne glasses with four women in each.

Women who were wearing nothing but party hats and spangled undergarments. The cheer was deafening as music began to pulse through the room.

Stuffing a fist into his mouth, Severus tried not to laugh at the absurdity of the little display, but it was a lost cause—he couldn't help a chortle as the nubile young beauties swung their legs over the edges of the overgrown glasses and danced and gyrated their way into the crowd.

"Come on, Sh-severus! You're mishing the fun." Avery appeared to be having a hard time standing and a harder time speaking.

"Oh no," Severus replied, chuckling again as a stumbling Goyle made a fumbling attempt to fondle the pert breasts of a particularly coy dancer. There was something about her that made her stand out from the other women.

She was beautiful, as were all of them, but unlike the others, she didn't seem to be entertaining quite as much nonsense from middle-aged, drunken wizards. She moved with a feral grace from one wizard to another, dancing with each in turn, a seductive smile on her face, leaving each of them staring after her with drop-jawed, doe-eyed expressions.

The first glimpse Severus had of her arse was enough to make his throat go dry, and he took a deep breath and a long draught of his scotch. That one gulp was more than he'd consumed all evening, preferring to nurse a drink as long as he could manage without looking conspicuous before conveniently misplacing it. He'd have done that even if he weren't in such a precarious situation. He'd always thought it was more fun to watch the other drunks than to get drunk himself.

Besides, if he were so completely shit-faced as half his peers, he wouldn't be able to fully appreciate a full, shapely bum under the hypnotic shifting of bright gold spangles, or the lush brown curls that bounced just above sharp shoulder-blades. She glanced over her shoulder and their eyes met for a moment, and she winked at him, flicking her tongue in his direction.

He closed his eyes and finished off the scotch, making a valiant attempt to ignore his growing erection. It had been years since a woman had affected him like that.

She was coming closer, her hips swaying seductively with every step. As she wove her way through the crowd, Severus found his eyes drifting along her legs, from the treacherous-looking heels, up the muscular, smooth calves to lean thighs and slender hips. Everything about her was lean—her stomach was flat, her arms lightly muscled, even her face had an angular definition to it. Up close, she wasn't as beautiful as the other women seemed from a distance, but there was something mesmerizing in the way she carried herself and the confidence she exuded. She looked like a woman with a secret, one she wasn't about to share, something that would be deliciously fun to find out.

As she drew up next to him, Severus realized another startling detail that he hadn't noticed before—she was tall. She was taller than he was, in fact, standing a good inch over him. Without the shoes, she wouldn't have quite been eye to eye with him, but it would have been close. Her height was his excuse, albeit a poor one, for letting his gaze linger on her breasts a bit longer than he could have otherwise justified. They weren't large, but they were captivating, draped as they were in more metallic, sparkling bangles.

She came to a halt a few inches from him and slid her arms onto his shoulders. From his peripheral vision, he could see full, brilliant red lips, and he leaned forward slightly, wondering if Lupin would ever forgive him if he kissed a whore at a Death Eater New Year's Eve party.

"My face is up here," she said, her voice deep and husky. She placed her fingers beneath his chin and tilted his face upward. "Don't you think it would be polite to say hello?"

He closed his eyes again, his lips itching to brush against hers, only some vague sense of commitment to Remus Lupin keeping him in check. "Hello," he said stiffly.

He felt her lips against his jaw, and her hand on his arse, and his eyes flew open. He tried to take a step back from her, but being in a corner had its disadvantages—he had nowhere to go. "Really," he said in a strangled voice, "there are others who... who... oh." She was pressing her palm against his throbbing cock, and he forgot what he'd been going to say.

"Don't worry, love, I'm sure he'll forgive you for having a bit of fun," she whispered against his ear.

"Certainly," Severus replied, leaning his head back against the wall. "If he never finds out."

There was a laugh, and the laugh tickled Severus' mind, but he was too busy not slamming her against the wall to think about why her laughter would prick at his memory. She wound her fingers through his, and it was as though their hands belonged together. Her lips touched his throat, and he groaned as she guided his hand between her legs.

Oh, fuck Remus. He'll never know.

Severus stretched his fingers into her knickers, but instead of the soft folds he was expecting to find, his fingers touched something hard. His eyes flew open, and he had his first good look at the beautiful woman. His mouth wasn't big enough for his jaw to hit the ground, but it did sag as he stared into familiar eyes that were dancing with laughter. Severus' eyes darted down from 'her' face to the bulge bobbing in 'her' throat.

"Don't look so shocked, love," came the throaty purr. "You're drawing attention." If there had been any doubt in Severus' mind who was under the lipstick and curled hair, that doubt vanished in a hiss of lust as lips nipped at the tender skin under his ear. Only one person had ever latched onto that erogenous zone, and that one person was the very person who'd been occupying his thoughts and preventing him from indulging himself with her. Him. Whoever! The scotch didn't seem like such a good idea suddenly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Severus hissed.

"Locating charms," Remus murmured against Severus' cheek. "Information. Told you we'd have someone here tonight."

"But why—"

"Shh." With another kiss, Remus winked at him, then fondled his cock with a mischievous grin. "We'll talk later."

---

It was, indeed, much later when the party ended and Severus stumbled out the door of the Malfoy manor. He wasn't as drunk as he was pretending, but it served his purposes to let everyone think he was. He Apparated back to his run-down house in a neglected Muggle neighborhood in an industrial town that had long since left its glory days behind.

He had a pounding headache, but that had little to do with the scotch and quite a lot to do with watching Remus make his rounds. There'd been something startling and disquieting about the situation. It wasn't the first time he'd been at a party where someone had hired a few women for the night's entertainment, but it had been the first time he'd ever known one of the entertainers, and that had put it into a different perspective. He'd been all too aware of the way the other wizards acted, not just with Remus, but with all the women, most of whom weren't half as successful at fending off drunken old lechers.

It made him feel ill.

If that weren't enough, there was still the unsettling knowledge that he'd found himself attracted to a woman. Never mind that the 'woman' was actually a man and the man none other than Remus Lupin—he hadn't known that, so it raised the question as effectively as it would have if he'd found himself nursing an erection after passing a cheap whore on the street. Before Remus, Severus had never been in any sort of relationship, however disjointed, and he had nothing to gauge his reactions against. All he knew was that until that woman had begun making her rounds of the room, he'd not looked twice at anyone, male or female, since he and Remus had started seeing each other.

He wasn't sure whether or not he'd betrayed Remus, and the possibility that he had made him feel almost as ill as the way the others had been treating the women.

He didn't even want to acknowledge how bloody jealous he'd been most of the night as he watched Remus working over the dark wizards in the room. That had always been one of their promises, to each other and to the bare handful of others who knew about them, and even silently to those who did not know—whatever happened between them was personal, and it had nothing to do with the war. It had nothing to do with their abilities to do what they had to do. They were lovers, yes, but they were also fighting a battle that was, in the grand scheme of things, far more important than either of them, or than the two of them.

Tonight, Severus had damn near blown his cover, and Remus' cover, and punched the hell out of Lucius Malfoy's aristocratic nose when the pale-haired lecher had slapped Remus' arse as he walked past.

As he shut the door behind him, he leaned against it, shaking his head. Too many thoughts.

"You all right?" asked a voice behind him. Severus turned to see Remus on the sofa, his face still painted but starting to look cakey, his curls starting to relax, his feet swelling around those damn shoes. He was wearing a long, woman's coat, and as far as Severus could tell, nothing else.

"What the hell was this all about?" Severus asked. "And why didn't anyone tell me? I don't like surprises, you know."

Remus patted the sofa. "It was a last-minute plan," he said. "Tonks found out that Malfoy had hired some girls, and she was planning to be one herself. I guess I'm old-fashioned, but I didn't like the thought of sending a woman into that situation. I like to think that has more to do with knowing how men act than any belief that women are weaker, and who knows? Maybe she'd have been fine. She's a trained Auror after all, but..." Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are you all right?" Remus asked again, reaching for him. His nails were painted the same garish red as his lips.

"I feel like I owe you an apology," Severus muttered, letting Remus pull him into his arms.

"Why?"

"For... Damned if I know why, Lupin."

"For being attracted?" Remus asked, tilting Severus' face upward. "You were ogling."

"I was not."

"Believe me," Remus said dryly, "I learned what it's like to be ogled tonight. And you were ogling."

Severus squeezed his eyes shut.

"It's a little odd, being ogled," Remus went on. "It's flattering on some level."

"Why are you still dressed like that?" Severus asked.

Remus chuckled—an incongruent sound coming from painted lips. "Because you liked it this evening."

Severus exhaled sharply. "I'm sorry."

"Why? For being drawn to me in a pair of heels and some lipstick? What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, if I'd known it was you from the start. I'm not ashamed to have my kinks, and if this happened to be one of them, so be it."

"Is it?"

"I don't know. I'm actually still stuck on that being you under all that crap. You barely look like yourself."

"That was the idea, you know. Not much of a disguise if I still looked like me."

Severus brushed a finger against Remus' jaw and frowned at the thick, pasty layer of color that hid the beginnings of stubble. "What is this shit?"

"Some gunk Tonks came up with," Remus replied. "She did all of this. All but the hair. Molly did my hair."

"I think I'd have paid to see that," Severus said with a bit of a laugh.

Remus hugged him closer, kissing the top of his head. "I've done worse things," he said.

Severus fell quiet as he rested his head against Remus' chest. "It would have been different if I'd known it was you under all that crap," he repeated.

"Tell you a secret, Severus," Remus said, his voice echoing through his chest cavity. Severus turned his head to look up at him. "It made my heart soar when I realized that you were resisting me because you didn't want to hurt me. That touched me deeply. You can't control if something arouses you, but you can control how you react to it, and I was impressed tonight."

"You make a hell of a woman, Remus," Severus said. "Not exactly beautiful, but magnetic. I wasn't the only one who was ogling you, was I?"

Remus smiled. "No."

After a few minutes of leaning against Remus' chest and listening to his breathing, Severus sat up again and let his eyes linger on Remus' hair and face. "Bit out of practice at seducing a woman," he said, tucking a curl behind Remus' ear.

With a laugh, Remus shifted and propped his feet in Severus' lap. "Never go wrong with a foot massage," he said.

Severus picked at one of the buckles. "How do you walk in these things?"

"With great difficulty and a good two hours of practice," Remus said, sighing as Severus slipped one shoe, then the other, from his feet. He grimaced as Severus rotated his foot slowly.

"Does that hurt?"

"A bit."

With a more gentle touch, Severus continued to rub Remus' swollen, red feet until there were no more hisses and frowns. With a final caress, he ran his hands up Remus' legs, along his calves, pushing the coat upward. "Did you find anything useful tonight?" he asked as his fingers squeezed and stroked.

"Some," Remus replied. "Mind if I take off this coat? It's scratchy."

Severus helped him out of it, and Remus leaned back on the sofa, clad only in the spangled gold knickers and matching bra. Severus' breath caught in his throat again as he watched the rise and fall of Remus' stomach. "What did you find out?" he asked in a strained voice.

"Don't you think shop talk can wait until tomorrow?" Remus asked. "Come here." He flicked his fingers at Severus, gesturing for him to join him.

Leaning over him, Severus lowered his head and pressed a long, lingering kiss against Remus' lips. Remus sighed as Severus trailed kisses along his jaw and down his throat, and Severus closed his eyes and teased his lips along the edge of the tawdry bra.

"You know, that feels good," Remus said, winding his fingers into Severus' hair.

Severus flicked his tongue against Remus' chest. "Does it?"

"Yes."

"Can this go?" Severus asked, hooking a finger under one strap of Remus' bra.

"Of course." Remus sat up enough for Severus to reach behind him, and he sighed as Severus unhooked it. As he freed Remus from the constraint, Severus held the garment up to study it for a moment. It had padding in it, but that still didn't explain the illusion it had given Remus.

"It pushes you in and up," Remus offered, as though reading Severus' mind.

Severus dropped the bra on the floor and spread his hands across Remus' chest. After a moment of massaging, he pushed gently at Remus' chest, creating shallow swells that had passed for breasts all night. He ran his thumbs across the blunt nipples.

Remus caught his hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing a kiss against his palm. "Are you all right?" he asked for the third time.

"You're beautiful," Severus whispered.

"I thought you said I wasn't?"

"No, I said you don't make a beautiful woman." He brushed his lips, almost reverently, across one of Remus' nipples. "But you are beautiful. And extraordinary." He trailed his lips down Remus' stomach, along the line he knew instinctively, even without the scattering of curls to guide him.

As Severus flicked his tongue against Remus' navel, Remus sighed and arched into his kiss, his hair falling over the arm of the sofa.

"And thoughtful," Severus continued, resting his head on Remus' stomach, trailing his fingers over Remus' hip.

"Thoughtful?" Remus repeated. "I think you're drunk."

"A little," Severus agreed. "Not so much that I don't know what I'm saying, though." He felt a hardening against his neck and drew in a sharp breath as he slid his hand over the front of the be-spangled knickers. The spangles shimmered and quivered as Remus' cock began to harden.

Remus sighed again, and his eyes closed. He—or rather Tonks—had done something to his eyes to make them seem bigger and deeper, the lashes longer. Severus had never once noticed whether or not Remus even had eyelashes, but now they were fanned against his cheek.

Brushing his thumb along the contour of Remus' cock, Severus watched his face, committing to memory the way he caught his lower lip, full and painted crimson, between his teeth. It was hard to tell if the flush on his cheeks was a result of some powder or cream, or of Severus' attentions.

"God, you're gorgeous," Severus whispered. He stood suddenly, and Remus' eyes popped open, his face contorted.

"What now?" he asked, his voice trembling and husky.

"Stand up," Severus said, reaching for his hand. He pulled Remus to his feet and peeled off his own robe, kicking aside his underpants and divesting himself of his socks and shoes so that he was standing naked in front of Remus.

"That's no fun," Remus complained, looking wistfully at the pile of clothes on the floor.

"We'll make up for it tomorrow," Severus said, looking around. For the first time in his life, the only thing he wanted was a mirror, but the only one in his house was on the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. He'd never had any desire to see himself. His eyes lingered on the window for a moment, and he shoved the curtain aside, prompting a yelp from Remus.

"What are you doing?!"

"Shh," Severus whispered, kissing the top of Remus' shoulder. "I want to see you."

"Can't you see me without everyone else seeing me?" Remus asked, but he was lifting his shoulder to meet Severus' lips. Severus buried his head against Remus' neck.

"No one will see," he assured him. "It's three in the morning. No one is out to see."

"It's New Year's," Remus murmured, leaning his head back against Severus' head as Severus coursed a hand over his stomach. "Plenty of people are still out."

"Not around here," Severus replied, dropping his hand lower to caress Remus' growing cock. "How'd you keep this a secret all night?" he asked, rubbing his fingers over the head.

"Potion," Remus breathed. He was trembling, and Severus knew that he was holding him up. "Tonks's idea."

Severus blew slowly and steadily into Remus's ear. "Didn't she tell you you'd have a raging hard-on when the potion wore off?"

"No," Remus whispered.

Severus looked at the window, and his cock twitched at the expression of wanton bliss on Remus' face. A dark window suited his desire to see Remus very well, but the window was kinder than a mirror would have been, bathing them both in shadow so that when Severus looked, what he really saw was sparkling gold knickers, his hand disappearing inside the waist, bright red lips parted in a frown of pleasure, and the faint, almost transparent reflection of a slender, muscular body. Knowing that it was a window, and anyone could walk by at any minute and see the two of them bathed in the golden glow of lamplight, heightened the thrill that much more.

With a kiss against Remus' back, Severus stepped away to retrieve his wand, then returned to where he'd been standing. He murmured a spell into Remus' hair, and Remus moaned, rolling his head forward to reveal the back of his neck to Severus' lips. One arm wrapped around Remus' waist, Severus dropped his wand and slipped a hand into the back of the shimmering knickers. Remus made a noise that crossed whine with groan as Severus rubbed his hand against Remus' arse.

"Is this all right?" Severus asked, pressing a finger into Remus' opening. It was seldom that Severus topped, and he was never as confident about just taking Remus as Remus was about taking him.

"Anything," Remus whispered.

Severus positioned his cock at Remus' opening, and Remus exhaled sharply, pressing back against him. It took all his self-control not to thrust wildly into Remus, and it was only the repeated reminder to himself that moving slowly would be worth it in the end. Remus gripped his arm and bent forward a bit, and Severus pressed deeper into Remus' tight arse.

"You're killing me, Severus," Remus whispered, pushing back against him again. "I don't torture you like this."

"No," Severus said, pushing the knickers down in front to free Remus' cock, "you just prance around other men and make me watch."

In the darkened window, Severus could see the smile curving at Remus' lips. "You were jealous."

"And if I was?"

"You needn't be," Remus replied, touching Severus' hand and urging him to touch him. "I'm yours without question or caveat." Severus wrapped his hand around Remus' cock, and Remus sighed. "Please," he whispered. "Just... please."

Severus began to stroke, and Remus groaned. Stroking faster, Severus held himself still in Remus' arse, letting himself revel in the increasing urgency as he pumped Remus' cock faster and harder until Remus was trembling in his arms.

"Oh, God..." Remus whispered, sagging against Severus as he spilled over Severus' hand. Severus watched his reflection in the window, and, with a groan of his own, shifted so that he could thrust into Remus' arse. Remus bent, bracing his hands on Severus' arm.

Between his scotch-dulled senses and the forbidden thrill of standing naked in front of a window and the deadweight of limp bliss in his arms and the reflection in the window, half shrouded in darkness, it wasn't long before Severus' balls were tightening and his knees were trembling. The explosion of release brought them both tumbling to the floor, panting and sweating.

Remus' eyes were still clouded, his hair tangled, a smear of red across his cheek, a streak of black extending from one eye. The knickers were still around his thighs, a bit worse for the wear. Severus drew him closer, not caring that the floor was hard and cold.

"You've never done that before," Remus said as he rested his head against Severus' chest.

"Done what?"

"Bent me over and fucked me like that."

Severus draped his arms loosely around Remus' shoulders. "Shall I not do it again?"

"I didn't say that. Actually..." He turned over suddenly, straddling Severus' hips, the knickers back in place again. "I might be wondering what I need to do to inspire that reaction more often. Do I need to have Tonks teach me how to do this to myself?"

Severus tucked an arm behind his head, letting his other hand drift over Remus' chest. "No," he said. "But you might wear something like this"—he dropped his hand to hook a finger in the waist of the knickers—"a little more often."

"Gold spangles?"

Severus snorted. "Something a bit more tasteful," he said. "A bit less garish."

"Black?"

Brushing his thumb against Remus' cheek, Severus rubbed away the smear of lipstick. "I think red is your color." He wound his fingers into Remus' hair and pulled him down for a kiss. "You liked it, did you?"

Remus rested his head on Severus' chest again, settling on top of him. "I could get used to you looking at me like that."

"Like what?" Severus asked. Remus muttered something incoherent, and Severus didn't understand a word of it, but he held Remus closer. "You know, it doesn't matter what you're wearing or how you're wearing it. It has more to do with it being you."

That seemed to have been the right thing to say—Remus looked up at him with a lipstick-smeared smile and a tendril of soft brown hair curling around his chin. Severus kissed his forehead and groaned, struggling to sit up.

"Come on, Mata Hari," he said, nudging Remus to stand. "Let's go upstairs and get that junk off your face and you can tell me what you found out tonight."