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LMoM: Tried and True, 27
Title: Tried and True
Author: Rosy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus and Sevy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Kink(s): bondage, flogging, humiliation, exhibitionism, blood. Definitely not for the faint of heart.
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Summary: In every genre, there are cliches. That includes pornography.
Notes: Really, I just wanted to do something fun and silly. :D Plus I thought, "Hey... wouldn't it be funny if someone wrote a smut fic like in Stranger Than Fiction where one of the characters hears the narrator?"
Word Count: 2,550

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Severus Snape had to admit, the Dark Lord had good taste in wine at least.

"Technically speaking, I believe Malfoy contributed the wine for the evening's... festivities. Still, such a smooth and mellow red is rather hard to find."

The room was full of the Inner Circle, only those most trusted by the Dark Lord. Considering that he was the Dark Lord's favorite at the moment (Killing Dumbledore had that effect), Severus was given one of the more comfortable seats and his own servant to see to his needs. The others were laughing, raucous in their revelry. The war was going in their favor, after all. Severus was quiet, reserved.

"Dignified."

Lithe boys and girls, dancing and swaying in their chains, were entertaining the feasters. Currently, Bellatrix Lestrange was missing, her seat by the Dark Lord conspicuously empty. Severus was on edge, wondering exactly where the mad bitch was. Beneath the bored veneer, he was tense, his black eyes flicking amongst his... associates. They were flushed with wine and success, toasting each other and the Dark Lord. Voldemort smirked, sipping his own wine judiciously.

The wild, high laughter that rang through the room could only belong to one woman. Bellatrix capered into the room, her wild and tangled hair flying behind her. "A present, my Lord!" she creeled, making a grand bow as her husband and his brother dragged in some poor fool. A rough, burlap sack hooded him, his hands bound by heavy iron shackles. "A bit of entertainment, far more engrossing than dancing girls!"

Severus saw Malfoy bristle a bit, but he was wise enough not to say anything. Bellatrix's eyes were wide and frenzied. The Dark Lord looked amused. "Really. And what entertainment is that?"

Bellatrix smiled and turned, whipping the hood off of her prisoner's head. Severus felt his blood freeze in his veins at the shock of tawny, silver-flecked hair that spilled out. The amber eyes that peered out of the pinched, pale face sparked with rage. When they landed on Severus, they crystallized.

"The Order's pet werewolf!" Bellatrix crooned. She looked at her lord, smiling madly. "Let me make him squirm for you, Master. I can make him squeal so beautifully."

Severus snorted into his cup, looking smug. "I very much doubt that."

Voldemort looked at him eyebrow (or what should have been an eyebrow) raised. "Severus... something to contribute?"

Severus looked into his cup, swirling the wine. "As talented as the Lady is," he said dryly, "she lacks certain... assets that will bring out the more entertaining side of Lupin's nature."

"Assets?" Bellatrix spat. "Potions? A bitter tongue?"

"A cock and balls," Severus drawled, earning a smothered chuckle from some of the other Death Eaters.

"Crude, Severus," Voldemort chided, though his lips quirked as well. "You know this how?"

Severus inclined his head in apology. "Lupin and I... have a history, my Lord. If you truly wish to see the wolf squirm... " He shrugged, as if it made no difference.

Voldemort considered, watching Severus sip his wine and glancing at Lupin. He could no doubt note the burning rage and hurt smoldering in Remus' eyes... and that faint, sadistic smile curled his lips. "Very well," the Dark Lord purred. "Let us see what you can do with him, Severus."

Severus finished his wine and set the cup down, standing gracefully. He moved from the table, walking with his hands clasped behind his back. He gave Bellatrix a look, and the woman sneered before backing away. Rodolphus and Rabastan held onto Remus, watching him. Severus considered a moment, and then moved his hand in a negligent sweep. Remus' hands were pulled up above his head, stretching him out until he was balanced precariously upon his toes. Severus regarded Remus for a long moment. A second wave of his hand had the man's tattered clothes stripped from his body.

His face remained impassive, but his heart grieved. Remus was rail thin, barely any fat upon his body. Scars laced across his body, the thickest and most gnarled covering his right shoulder. He showed the strains of too many nights in the wild, too many nights scraping for his existence amidst the werewolves. And dark Circe, but he wished he could spare his lover this.

Severus circled Remus, appraising him. He snorted. "A corpse might have more meat on his bones," he drawled, but smirked and turned to Voldemort. "But he isn't wholly disappointing." The Dark Lord chuckled, himself appraising Remus' genitals.

Remus struggled against the constraints and snarling. Severus conjured a heavy length of black cloth, and then moved behind Remus, deftly wrapping it around his eyes. "Don't heed them," he whispered softly, so softly only Remus with his lycan hearing could hear. "They aren't there. It's only you and I... you and I as we once were, you understand?"

There was a slight shift in Remus' body, a stillness that meant Remus comprehended. He understood. He turned his head, brushing his cheek ever so slightly against Severus' lips before he began struggling again. "Damned traitor!" he hissed.

Severus tsked, drawing his wand from the secret pocket in his sleeve. "Such language," he drawled. With a flick of his wrist and a murmured spell, his wand glowed, long cords of braided leather sprouting from the tip. The length of the wand thickened enough to support the weight and be comfortable in his hand. He smiled and then cracked the leather, watching the way Remus' body twitched.

He glanced at the table, seeing the Dark Lord settle more comfortably to watch the sport. Bellatrix was at his side, watching sourly. Severus took a breath, and slowly trailed the leather thongs up Remus' thigh. The skin and muscle twitched in its wake, and Remus drew in a sharp breath.

"Yes, you know what that is, don't you?" Severus purred, letting the leather again trail up the skin of his lover's thigh. "And you know what I can do with it."

"Please..." Remus breathed, "please don't do this..."

"Oh but you want me to, don't you?" Severus smirked, apparently in reaction to Remus' cock quickening. He heard some of the others laugh, saw that the Dark Lord was quietly amused. Severus let the leather slide over Remus' hips, gently caressing his cock. Remus' breathing hitched again. "You want this... this pain, this pleasure that I can give you."

He stepped back, circling back around Remus again. He waited, spinning the anticipation out. Severus could feel their eyes watching him, waiting, their muscles and nerves tensing... but he focused on Remus. He watched, waited... and then drew his arm back and lashed Remus across the back.

Remus cried out, arching. Severus waited another moment, and then repeated the maneuver. Slowly, methodically, he flogged Remus. He made sure to work down his back carefully, never overlapping the strikes more than he had to. Each lash would be a sharp, biting pain that bled together into a liquid heat. After five, Remus stopped arching away. After seven, he began moaning, his body swaying into each strike. Remus' head hung, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.

Severus stopped at fifteen. Remus' body was quivering with pleasure and pain, some of the welts seeping blood. He leaned in and trailed his tongue along one, lapping at the blood. Remus moaned again, arching into the touch. "Please..." Remus gasped, letting his back arch temptingly. "Please..."

"You're so beautiful when you beg," Severus purred, brushing a clandestine kiss along Remus' throat. He looked up at Voldemort. "Please what, wolf?"

Remus whined. "Please... I need..."

"Need what?" Severus drawled. The Dark Lord was watching, his ruby eyes sparkling maliciously. "Tell me what you need, slut."

Remus moaned, arching his back when Severus wound his fingers into Remus' hair, pulling his head back. "Tell me... tell us... what is it you need, Lupin."

"Fuck me..." Remus moaned. "Please.. fuck me... let me come... I need it..." He whined Severus' name softly, so very softly.

Severus restrained the growing desire to reveal nothing of how much he wanted Remus. He looked up at the Dark Lord, tipping his head. Voldemort smiled. "Give him what he requires, Severus."

Severus inclined his head, returning his want to its normal proportions, pocketing it. He waved a hand, and more invisible bonds lifted and positioned Remus. His legs were pulled off the floor, bound into a kneeling position. With his legs still above his head, Remus' back was arched, his hips jutting out as if he were bent over something. He moaned, his cock jutting proudly from the thatch of thick hair at its base.

Severus chuckled. "We can't have you ruining our fun by coming early, now can we?" He drawled. He circled a finger in the air, murmuring. Remus moaned as the magic glowed around the base of his erection, staving off his orgasm. The murmured words would be mistaken for part of the binding magic, instead of the preparation spells they truly were.

Not even now would he hurt Remus. Not if it could be prevented.

Remus whimpered, trying to find some sort of friction to ease the ache. He moaned, letting his head bow when he felt the warmth of Severus' body against him. Severus undid the placket of his trousers, letting his erection bob free. He let it rub against the crease of Remus' body, feeling a shiver of anticipation at the way Remus moaned, trying to press back.

Severus took Remus' hips and sheathed himself in one sweet thrust. Remus cried out, throwing his head back in ecstasy. Severus purred, feeling the warmth of Remus' body envelop him. "Please..." Remus breathed. "Please Severus..."

Severus needed no more goading. He set up a slow, deep rhythm designed to drive Remus out of his mind. He kept it slow and steady, watching Remus writhe in the confines of his magical restraints. He found just that perfect angle, and Remus began panting and moaning and begging for release. Severus had to focus, because seeing Remus like this in front of people... was a turn on.

And the fact that the people in question were psychopaths and madmen should have cooled his ardor considerably. Only it didn't. Severus was mildly disturbed by that fact.

Not enough to stop, however.

Severus could see the feral glitter in the eyes of the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters, their arousal as evident as some of the feigned disgust. Severus began pumping his hips faster, harder, and Remus moaned in relief. Which turned to pleading sobs when the binding around his cock wasn't released. With a low growl, Severus wound his fingers in Remus' hair and tugged his head back. "So beautiful like this," he purred. "Tell me... who do you belong to, Lupin? Whose pet wolf are you now?"

"Yours!" Remus cried out, his body straining and quivering in need. "I'm yours, Severus!"

Severus flicked his tongue at Remus' ear, worrying the lobe with his teeth. "And will you obey me?"

"Yes!" Remus panted. "Yes please... please Severus let me come!"

With a deep thrust, Severus hissed the words that released Remus' cock. The werewolf threw his head back and yowled as his orgasm rocketed through him. Severus closed his eyes, blocking out everything but the sweet feeling of Remus' body contracting around him, milking him. His own release was quieter, but no less potent.

Remus went limp after it, his cock dribbling ejaculate even as his body dripped sweat and blood. His head hung from his shoulders, his body supported only by the magical bonds. Severus moved around him, cleaning himself up with a negligent flick. "...hm," he said, smirking at the Dark Lord. "It's seems I've worn him out."

Voldemort smirked back, and began a slow, congratulatory clap. "And now what will you do with him, Severus?"

Severus pretended to consider a moment. "I would very much like to keep him. He's nothing to look at, but he possesses other..." He gave Voldemort a leering grin, "attributes which compensate for that downfall."

Voldemort chuckled, sipping his wine. "Very well. You may keep him. Only take him to your room; he's dripping onto my floors."

Severus inclined his head, then used levi corpus to float the unconscious Remus to his suite of rooms. He floated Remus to the bed, closing the door behind him... and brushing his hand over the nearly invisible sigil in the lentil. The magic flared and settled around the room. That had been a tricky bit of magic; to make sure anyone who spied on him, even the Dark Lord, would only see or hear what was expected of a loyal follower.

With a hurried flick, he summoned a jar of salve from his shelves, shedding his outer robe and rolling up his sleeves. He had settled Remus on his belly, sprawled comfortably against the plush comforter and pillows. Gingerly, he began rubbing the salve into Remus' lacerated back, watching as the welts and cuts began to knit themselves back together painlessly. Not knowing what else had been done to Remus before he had been brought before the Dark Lord, Severus quickly mixed together a rather potent healing and cleansing potion, letting the salve work first before brining the vial to the bedside.

He slipped behind Remus in the bed, coaxing him into a sitting position with his head resting on Severus' arm. "Remus," he murmured, running the back of his fingers gently over his lover's cheek. "Remus... wake up. You need to open your eyes for me."

The fan of lashes against Remus' cheek fluttered, and slowly his eyelids peeled back. His amber eyes were glassy, unfocussed. "...Sev?" he rasped.

"Shh," Severus admonished. "Don't talk just yet. Drink this." He held the vial to Remus' lips, tipping it forward to let the cool, honey-like serum trickle down his throat. Remus swallowed, licking his lips a little afterwards. "Are you thirsty?" At Remus' bare nod, Severus summoned a glass of water, helping him to take small sips.

"You... didn't betray us..." he whispered, looking up at Severus tiredly.

"No," Severus said, keeping his voice quiet. He saw the unasked question in Remus' eyes. "He was dying already, poisoned by destroying the ring. He only had about six months, at best, and so... so he asked me to..." Severus had to swallow, his voice going throaty and hoarse at the memory. "I fought him on it all year. Refusing to do it... but then we were on the tower and Draco was there and... I couldn't let the boy take Dumbledore's death on his soul... not when mine's already so tarnished."

Remus' hand lifted, his fingertips brushing over Severus' cheek. "...you saved me," he said consolingly, and Severus had to smile.

He pressed a kiss to Remus' forehead. "I won't let them touch you," he whispered fervently. "Not any of them. You're mine... and I'm yours... and I won't let them take you from me again. Not ever again."

Remus sighed in contentment, nestling closer to Severus as he drifted into a deep, healing sleep. Severus could only watch him, petting his hair and holding him.

"I swear it," Severus murmured to his sleeping lover, "I swear by everything that I am, everything good left in me... no one will ever take you from me."