enigmalea (enigmalea) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2008-06-02 00:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | prompt: darkfic fest '08 |
Dark-Side Challenge Fic: Life Debt (Part 1) [NC-17]
Title: Life Debt Part 1: The Betrayal
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s)/character(s): Severus/Remus, James/Lily, James/Remus
Challenge: Dark-Side Challenge
Prompt: James Potter
Summary: Paying back debts is never easy.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm broke. Please don't sue.
Warnings: Het sex, voyeurism (non-con voyeurism, even), language
Notes: Part 1 of 2; I'm fairly certain I can finish it in two parts. Most likely tomorrow. I'm running off my LMOM ritual to make sure I finish it. Sorry it's a little late.
The moans echoed around him loud and deep. They surrounded him like humidity, weighing him down, pulling him into their depths; they soaked into his skin, like some poison, worming their way into his veins and making him pay attention. He wished he could look away, but he couldn't. Potter had been too specific in his commands. "Stand here. Watch us," Potter had said.
It was the times like these Severus hated whoever the fuck had come up with life debts. He'd been doing the research on that – trying to figure out who had come up with the idea, so he could hunt down their descendants and cut off their balls our slice out their ovaries so they couldn't reproduce and come up with any other fucked up ideas. The problem was life debts seemed to have no origin. They were part of the natural order of magic.
Thanks, Gaia. Thanks a lot.
He'd long ago stopped being bothered by this. He didn't quite feel the same for Lily after seeing her suck Potter's cock... and of course, there's the fact that his obsession with Lily had been replaced by an obsession with someone else. He'd always love her, yes, but it was the love one felt for family members – the sort of people you can love without liking. This new person... Merlin. The lust and attraction he felt for Lupin had hit him like a ton of bricks, seemingly out of nowhere. But in retrospect... it explained why he'd always followed Potter and his Gang of Cretins around and couldn't seem to stop.
Potter had Lily pressed against the wall, now, her long, creamy legs wrapped around his waist. Her perfectly manicured red-painted fingernails dug into his shoulders as she pushed against him, moaning her pleasure. Her head was tossed back, flame red locks framing her shoulders, curling over her breasts; it left her neck exposed for Potter's kisses and nips. Her skin was pink where Potter abused it.
Severus had learned that even though he was stuck watching Potter use the woman he once loved, he didn't have to think about it. He could daydream just as well with his eyes open as with them closed. It was him pressed against the wall of the prefect's bathroom, his legs wrapped around Remus' waist. His ankles were locked at the small of Remus' back, rubbing against his spine. Remus was driving into him roughly, causing a burning in his lower back – a tingling all over his body. His cock rubbed against Remus' stomach, pushing against his sweat-soaked skin.
He licked his lips, more than aware that his trousers were tenting and his cock was leaking pre-come. He could hear Potter's grunts and Lily's cries and then they came, and Severus wished he could slip back into his day-dream and pump his own cock until he was screaming Remus' name.
They lay against each other, panting, until Potter slipped out of her and lowered her to the ground, smoothing her skirts back down. They kissed, lovingly, and Potter told her to go on... he'd come down to dinner later, so no one would suspect.
Severus had to hold back his snort until Lily left the room. Potter took his time pulling up his trousers, making sure Severus saw his, still dripping with her juices and leaking his own release. He crossed to Severus, hidden behind a screen typically used to hide someone undressing; he didn't stop until he was inches from Severus' face.
"Awww, poor Snivelly, so hard. He wishes he was the one fucking my girl. Admit it, Snivellus, you want what you can't have," James taunted.
Severus shook his head. "You've had your fun, Potter. Now... say the magic words and let me go."
"Not until you admit that Lily is mine and she'd never, ever want you."
"Lily is yours and she'd never, ever want me," he said quickly. Why argue? It was true. It didn't hurt to say it anymore. The game had gotten old.
"That was too easy. What the fuck is going on Snivellus? Have you finally admitted that you lost? Accepted the inevitable?"
The anger was boiling deep in his stomach. He wondered if Dumbledore and McGonagall would have let Potter be Head Boy if they had known he was going to use his power over Severus this way. Save a life – become Head Boy. It was a brilliant plan. Severus sometimes wondered if Potter had been in on the entire thing. So conveniently placed. Way to prove you've changed. To get Lily on his side.
His stomach retched and he hid it by looking away and swallowing. "I don't give a fuck that I lost. You can have your little red-headed whore. I've found someone new."
Potter's lip curled – the perfect impersonation of a dog snarling. "Someone new? Who the fuck would touch the likes of you?"
"Lupin."
They sat at the same table in the library, far away from where most other people went. Neither one of them could afford to be seen. Severus could feel the heat of Remus' knee so close to his. Remus gave him a shy smile. "How... how was your day?" he asked softly.
Severus snorted. "As good as any other day," he said. He wondered if Remus had any idea how James spent his time. He doubted it. Lily didn't even know what James was forcing him to do.
"That's good. I suppose," Remus said softly.
"Mmmm... maybe if you're one of the Golden Gryffindors or a member of Potter's Fab Four or..." Severus leaned closer, licked his lips, "Or... if you're a particularly handsome werewolf who is so sweet he makes Honeyduke's finest taste bitter."
Remus blushed and shoved Severus playfully. "Shut it, Snape. My life's not any better than yours."
"I wouldn't be so certain," he retorted, and then he claimed Remus' lips in a kiss. Remus sighed, opening his mouth to Severus' tongue.
He pulled away too soon, blushing deeply, lips plump and red. "Severus... someone might see us."
"Let them," he replied naughtily as he leaned back in for another kiss.
Remus thought that new love might just be the best kind of love.
James and Lily were fighting in a corridor, and Severus Snape was positioned just so he could hear them.
"Why would you want that?" she hissed.
"I... I don't. I just... just once. It might be... I just want to see if I like it. I can't exactly ask him for that," James mumbled.
"This... it's sick."
"But I still love you, Lily, and it won't change anything between us. Besides..." he pulled her into his arms and whispered in his ear. Severus couldn't hear what he was saying. She giggled and pulled away, slapping him on the chest.
"Ok... just this once."
It was nearly a month before Potter ordered Severus to be in the prefect's bathroom behind the screen at 4 pm one Friday afternoon. Severus had thought Potter had gotten over it. He'd forgotten about his torture and decided to move on. Severus was wrong.
"Stand there. Watch us. And don't you dare make a sound."
The last part was new and it made Severus nervous, but he had no choice. He'd do as he was ordered.
4pm. Behind the screen. In place to watch Potter and Lily rut like animals. This was so stupid; it was such a farce. He made himself comfortable, sitting on the floor. Potter arrived first, as usual. The door opened, and Severus saw the familiar swish of school robes. Lily... was wearing.... trousers?
His eyes slid up the body and rested on the hair. It wasn't long and it wasn't red. It was short and sandy brown and Severus knew exactly what it felt like to have his fingers in that hair.
What the bloody fuck was Lupin doing there?
James wrapped an arm around Remus' waist and pulled him close and in for a passionate kiss. Severus felt the boiling rage in his stomach, he felt it rising up into his throat. He wanted to scream but he couldn't. He couldn't breathe. His eyes were filling up with tears. He wanted to beat both of them until they stopped moving.
This was why Potter had waited a month. It had taken him that long to seduce... Lupin.
They were moving slowly, much more slowly than Potter did with Lily. Their robes fell in piles slowly, and then their ties were undone and their shirts fell to the ground. Potter stroked Remus' scars, licking and kissing the skin on his neck. Their pants joined the other clothes on the floor. Potter took Remus' cock in hand.
Every second, every moan, every gasp threatened to overtake Severus. He tried to close his eyes and the magic binding him to Potter forced them back open. He couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They were flowing freely.
How the fuck could Lupin do this to him? Why? Why did everyone he love turn to fucking Potter? He knew he was ugly and pale and poor and no one wanted him, so why the hell did the fates seem intent on rubbing that in his face?
He waited until they had finished and Remus had left before he threw up. It was silent, because James hadn't yet released him from his orders, but it rocked him to his very core. His shoulders were shaking, his ribs heaving, muscles contracting. He wished he would just die. He didn't want to give Potter the satisfaction of seeing him like this, but he didn't have the strength to cast silently to clean himself up before Potter sought him out.
Potter took one look at Severus, leaning against the wall, paler than usual. He was shaking. "Pathetic," Potter snapped. He leaned down bringing his face close to Severus. "When are you going to learn, Snivelly, that I'm always going to win?"