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LMoM: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore, Part 1 (SS/RL)
Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 1/31 (hopefully)
Rating (this chapter): Mild R
Pairings, all-over: Severus Snape/Remus Lupin, Rabastan Lestrange/Oliver Wood.
Pairings, this chapter: Remus/Lucius, Oliver Wood/Severus, mention of past Lucius/Severus.
Kink(s): Blowjob, rough sex
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word count, whole fic: 105,000
Link to all chapters: here.
Notes: This is the alternative plot for last year's LMoM. Never leave a nice plotbunny alone for a year - they grow into giant killer bunnies. This is probably going to be more Plot With Pr0n, but I promise you there will be hot sex all over the place to go with the plotting. Nevertheless: the bunny demands a realistic take on a post-war semi-Dystopian AU where the Order lost, so that's what you'll get with the boy-sex. Oh, and also there will be no diary entries as such, despite the title. The lovely envinyatar15 and wonderful red_day_dawning have offered to speed-beta, so if this comes out a coherent story it will be their doing.
Summary: Severus Snape returns to a post-war wizarding world without the Dark Lord. No matter the Dark Lord died, his followers still won the battle and the power to rule. In this new world, former Order members are forced to get by as best they can - those who haven't escaped - even if the occupation is not to their liking. Some have even become quite successful and sought after - like Remus Lupin and Oliver Wood. The question is: will this new world order make it impossible for love to develop and grow between two such different wizards as a Death Eater and a paid man, a werewolf whore?



Thursday, 1st May, 2008 - Welcome back, Severus Snape!

'It is lovely to have you back, Severus.' Narcissa put down her napkin and sent Severus a bright smile. 'But now I'll leave the two of you to catch up. Lucius has missed his old friend so.'

Nine years, almost to the date.

Narcissa hadn't changed at all, she was still as willow-slender and fair-haired and as pretty as the day Lucius married her. Severus just nodded and watched her leave the dining room before he turned to Lucius. 'Really?' Severus asked, half-way sarcastic. 'You have missed me?'

Lucius laughed. 'Of course I have, everybody else are busy being polite to me. I think they are afraid I am going to take after our dear deceased Lord. Nobody dare speak to me like you do, Severus. No matter what others might think, I like a bit of balance.' Lucius smiled and threw the sleek long hair back over his shoulders, knowing exactly how good he looked; the decade seemed to have passed without leaving any traces on the handsome man's face.

Severus stopped himself from sighing. Lucius never changed. It made him easy to manipulate, if one knew how to. Severus did. 'I might have thought of you once or twice, you spoiled arrogant fool,' Severus sneered, still leaving no doubt of the love he held for his friend. 'But you know as well as I that my return to the wizarding world wasn't possible right after the war.'

'Severus, nine years is not "right after the war". You could have come back sooner. I have after all been Minister for more than five years now.' Lucius pushed his chair back. 'Let's have coffee in the library, shall we?' He brushed an invisible crumb off his dark blue robe and stood, signalling with one hand for Severus to follow.

'And there were still some of the more... let's say... idealistic witches and wizards you hadn't yet been able to tame. I'd have been dead at the slightest sign of weakness.' Severus knew the way and walked before Lucius to the cosy room, lined with old folios and the vast collection of Dark Arts books the Malfoys had collected through centuries.

Severus sat down in a comfortable chair near the fireplace. There was already a cup of deliciously smelling coffee at a small table at his left hand, and crystal goblet with brandy. 'I see your House-elves are better trained these days,' Severus said, appreciating the service.

'Yes, I took my pick from the poor creatures Dobby had alienated with his appalling ideas. Hogwarts runs better now, at least in that regard, or so I'm told. Of course House-elf rebellions are as unlikely as Muggle-borns in our society now. Although,' Lucius said, smirking, 'we do take our pick of those talented enough to actually provide us with more gifted children. We are not entirely barbarian, my friend. The rest... we skip them off to Beauxbaton. They seem to like them there.' Lucius wrinkled his nose slightly. 'As long as we don't have to have them... the Muggle-borns. House-elves are a necessity, though.'

Severus couldn't stop himself from smiling. 'You never change, do you?' Lucius was still the same haughty arse as he'd always been. Becoming Minister for Magic hadn't humbled him the least. Nevertheless, he was the reason Severus had considered returning from Bulgaria. Not that Bulgaria hadn't been nice, but it wasn't England. Severus had missed it so much.

'Never.' Lucius grinned and took a sip of his brandy. 'Still opportunistic, as always. If I didn't have the ability to be patient and wait for my chance, I wouldn't have the power I have today.'

'And the fact your lovely wife actually gave Potter the chance to kill our,' Severus coughed slightly, 'beloved lord has nothing to do with it?'

'It had everything to do with it. We won the war, and the Dark Lord died. The incompetent idiot the Dark Lord used as his puppet dealt with all the unpleasant tasks.' Lucius tut-tutted. 'Thicknesse was remarkably... thick. A perfect setting for a Malfoy, don't you think?'

'I think we both know it would have been disastrous if the Dark Lord had ruled us, Lucius. The man had no subtlety.'

'The diplomacy of a rhino, if you ask me. He'd have killed half of us - you, as he tried to - then tried to take on the Muggle world. One could be led to believe the fool had never heard of weapons of mass destruction. There are too many Muggles; they'd have put him down sooner or later.' Lucius put his glass down on the table and leaned forward. 'But enough. Now it is you and me; our world, Severus. As it is, we have disposed of our enemies, Potter and his friends have been banned from our society; their ridiculous little Order is dissolved and made illegal. But no prisoners to waste away in Azkaban, and no torture or executions. We are, as I said, not barbarians.' Lucius put a hand on Severus'. 'Now do tell me what you have been doing in Bulgaria, my friend. 'Married? Five illegitimate children? A nice boyfriend?'

Severus blushed. It wasn't really any of Lucius' business. He had worked, made potions and a living, being relatively content with his life. He opened his mouth to make a coherent reply, but for once he couldn't.

'Come now, Severus. I do remember our little... tête-à-têtes while we were younger. I cherish the memories, if you must know. And I always wondered why you didn't take any of the women our lord offered you.' Lucius smiled, obviously satisfied with himself. 'Now do tell me? Have you got a boyfriend? A lover? Or have you lived in celibacy all this time?'

'Er-' Severus said, wanting to tell Lucius to mind his own business. Then again, he knew the man well enough to know he wouldn't stop before Severus had told him everything, just as Lucius had made Severus tell him about the spying and the debt he had taken upon himself to pay regarding Lily's death. However, Lucius had, surprisingly, never betrayed Severus' trust. 'No lover,' he said. 'I didn't have time or energy for that.'

Lucius looked big-brother-like at Severus. 'You have got laid, I trust? You look good, Severus. '

'Yes, Lucius, I am so interested in letting you in on the intimate details of my personal life,' Severus said. 'If you must know then, not so much.' Not at all, that was. It wasn't as if Severus had Lucius' looks or Narcissa's charm or... anything, actually, that would make the men stand in line to jump into bed with him. It had just become a habit not to have anyone.

Lucius shook his head, his grey eyes shining with mirth. 'Severus, Severus, Severus... you are hopeless!' Lucius cast a glance at the tall grandfather's clock before he looked at Severus again, as if he assessed him. 'Luckily it is not too late. I think I know how we are going to celebrate your return to the wizarding world, my dear friend. It is of course my treat.'

'What is?' Severus felt clueless. What did Lucius have in mind?

'Just get up and grab your cloak. I am going to Apparate us.'

'Lucius, please? Where are we going?'

'To a very nice place, open to high-ranking Death Eaters only. Discretion above anything. Then again, we all go there, so nobody needs to speak of it to others.'

Severus' comprehension of Lucius' thinly veiled suggestion brightened slightly. 'You are taking me to a brothel?' he asked, incredulously. 'Have you gone bonkers? What about Narcissa?'

'Always quick on the uptake, aren't you?' Lucius laughed. 'Narcissa doesn't know, of course. And I always return to her, so why make her worried with something like this? I only love her. The whores are just... release and relaxation. Luxury. Some of them are quite... sought after. Like famous French concubines in earlier ages.'

'Oh,' Severus said. 'And what makes you think I'd like to go?' Luxury? As if Lucius Malfoy didn't have enough of that in his life.

'My lovely Severus, you haven't had any for nine years, maybe even longer! No wonder you are so tense. You would like to go,' Lucius stated. 'I know just the right one for you: he's a challenge, clever and intellectual too, just what you'd want. Not just a cheap whore, but a well-educated and handsome man. And he's divine in the sack. Since he only takes clients by appointment, you should feel delighted I was willing to first cancel my monthly visit so I could welcome you home, then, as it is, offer it to you. I have to take someone inferior, just to let you have this possibility.'

Severus rolled his eyes. 'And I suppose you expect me to be grateful?' It was typical Lucius, to have the best, even when it came to prostitutes. 'Why only once a month, if he's so gorgeous as you say?'

'Because he is not a slave. Because he has other customers who pay as well as I do.' Lucius reached for his glass and downed the last of his brandy. 'And he is quite fierce. I like that. He won't be against catering to your... special needs, if they are still as I remember them.' Lucius bent down, his lips brushing Severus' ear. Severus jerked. 'He'll love to make you crawl for him before he takes you like a dog, rough and hard, making you scream when he rams into you. You still like it, don't you?'

Severus closed his eyes. He barely remembered how it felt to be taken like that. He let out a shaky breath. 'Lucius, please. Don't.' Severus' cock stirred at the thought of the nameless whore, knowing exactly what to do to make Severus cry and beg and come. God, yes!

'I thought so.' Lucius straightened and held out a hand. 'Let's go.'



They Apparated directly into a large hall, expensively furnished and with lush, multicoloured tapestries on the walls. They seemed to be in a large Victorian London house. A House-elf popped up and took their cloaks. It bowed courteously and asked 'Is Sirs going upstairs?' The small creature looked at a wide staircase leading to a second floor. 'Is Mr Malfoy's day!'

'We are. And you may fetch me Mr Wood, if he is available.' Lucius dismissed the House-elf with an arrogant look.

'Wood? Oliver Wood?' Severus wondered exactly what had happened to the people who had fought against the Death Eaters. Lucius had told him in his few letters that most of the Order members were either dead or in exile; those who still wanted to stay in the wizarding world were either arrested or put to labour for the new world order. Severus wondered if Oliver Wood was working in a brothel willingly. The boy had been utterly gorgeous, no wonder he could earn a living pleasing high-ranking Death Eaters. Severus decided to ask. 'Is he here... by choice?'

'Most are. They can leave, of course, but they will have to leave the wizarding world as well. Their wands will be broken, and they will no longer be allowed near our settlements. Those who stayed... we like to keep an eye on them and, well... former members of the Order... we can't let them have proper jobs and mingle with decent wizards and witches. Mr Wood earns his ticket to stay in professional Quidditch by working here. It is physical exercise, he likes that. It beats being in Azkaban, Severus.'

'You ban them from our world but you can fuck them, the Muggle-borns. Is that it?' Severus was getting increasingly annoyed. 'This is just as bad as the laws against other sentient beings from Fudge's time.'

'Severus, we are doing the House-elves a favour; they were never interested in being set free. Centaurs and Werewolves and Goblins... they all have their place beside us now; they are after all magical beings; a part of us. As long as they are not of Muggle ancestry, of course. But enough of that.' Lucius smiled and put his arm around Severus' waist. 'Let's go have some fun, and celebrate.' Lucius clapped his hands and ordered Champagne brought upstairs when another elf appeared. 'Come,' he said and pulled Severus with him. 'Let's go get you laid.'

They stepped into a large room; a combination of a bedroom and a sitting room. A fire was lit and made the room a bit too warm for being dressed, which of course was the purpose of it. The walls had a warm yellow colour that went well with the dark mahogany furniture. Two large, but elegant regency chaise longues and a sturdy coffee table was placed in front of the fire. In one corner, a giant four poster bed with beautiful dark brown velvet curtains took up quite some space. In the opposite corner, a desk was placed, looking heavy and solid. Severus had an idea why. The room was lovely and warm, and looked nothing like a brothel.

'Is that you, Lucius?' A well-known voice asked from an adjourning room, maybe a bathroom.

Severus froze. No. No! Definitely no! He turned, maybe he could leave without having to face...

The door opened and a half-naked Oliver Wood stepped in. 'Professor? Oh, Merlin, it is lovely to see you! Why... how?' Wood sent Severus a bright smile, full of honesty and charm. The beautiful young man looked like a Greek god: Quidditch had emphasised what Wood already had and, normally, Severus would have been more than interested. As it was, all he was interested in was getting out before his suspicion was confirmed.

Behind him, Lucius moved. 'Moony, how lovely to see you. You have to believe me when I say our brief meetings lighten up my life!'

'I live to serve,' The man called Moony replied in a tone that was just about as honest as a fake Christmas tree. 'But I see you've brought another guest today? Feeling kinky, since you asked for Oliver, too? Maybe you'd like to introduce me to your friend?' Moony's voice was honey-sweet and seductive.

Severus wanted and then didn't want to turn around to see if it really was whom he though it was. He wanted to find out if the voice belonged to a man he both hated and then not. He wanted to... not do what Lucius had offered him. Severus turned slowly, his black eyes almost burning from the contempt he felt towards the man who had named himself Moony. Suddenly a cruel smile curled Severus' upper lip. Here he was, the werewolf, in the service of Death Eaters, bound to be their whore, their... plaything. To be everything Severus knew Remus Lupin would hate. The brutal truth of what Remus Lupin was now, and would ever become, shone as a beacon, a bonfire, and the pleasure that knowledge gave Severus was poorly hidden in the triumphant smile he sent the fallen Order member.

'I think I'll have Oliver. I do not touch animals,' Severus said, his voice low and cold.

Across Lucius' shoulder, Severus had the pleasure of seeing Lupin's golden eyes turn sad. It was as if all light disappeared from them by Severus' words. Clearly, the wolf had learned something, but he was still a meek sheep, a pathetic puppy, angling for accept. Or maybe he was just used to decent people insulting him for his trade, since he didn't protest. But the expression of defeat and sadness bore itself into Severus' mind, denying to leave. Severus' face turned even more disgusted. It was supposed to feel good to see Lupin debased, but it wasn't really. Not really.

Lucius looked at Severus, neutrally. 'We treat Moony with respect, Severus. He has done nothing to you today.' The knowledge of what the wolf had actually almost done, those many years ago hung unsaid between them. Lucius knew precisely what Lupin had done; since it was in Lucius' arms Severus had cried his fear and humiliation out after the incident.

'Very well,' Severus sneered. If even Lucius was acting as if the bloody creature meant something, Severus didn't want to have anything to do with this. 'Is there another room,' he asked, his voice still rough with anger. 'Oliver?' Severus had no intention letting the only time he was actually offered someone as handsome as Oliver Wood to go to waste. He was so angry and disappointed that sex would help getting over it. There would be no crawling or submission to anyone, because right now, Severus wanted to thrust his cock down Oliver's throat so roughly and deeply the boy couldn't breathe.

'Of course, Professor. If you'll come this way,' Oliver said, smiling. He held his hand out for Severus to take.

Severus didn't hesitate. He wanted to get away from this: the hungry look in Lucius' eyes, and the odd defeat in his former enemy's. He followed Oliver into an adjourning room; a proper bedroom, luxurious and warm.

Oliver pulled him out of his thoughts. 'What is your pleasure?' Oliver let the half-open robe he had been wearing slide over his shoulders. 'I always daydreamed about you in Potions class.' Oliver looked at Severus with gorgeous cornflower eyes. 'You looked so strict and... hot.'

'Rough,' Severus said, almost croaking. 'I like it rough.' He didn't say he usually liked to be the one who got it rough, since all that mattered now was to come in Oliver's beautiful mouth and to forget about what was happening outside. Also, Severus honestly couldn't imagine how he would ever be able to let somebody as sweet as Oliver demand anything from him.

Slowly, Severus unbuttoned his trousers. He was slowly becoming aroused by the thought of Oliver's moans and cries; by the thought of his semen flooding Oliver's mouth.

'No Champagne, I take it,' Oliver said, and knelt down in front of Severus, clearly appreciating what Severus was doing. The boy was definitely professional, and a perfect actor. 'Give it to me,' he whispered, seductively, licking his lips. 'Down my throat.'

Severus lost it. He grabbed Oliver's hair and almost before the boy had opened his mouth, Severus thrust in deep, moaning loudly at the sensation of a warm, hot mouth and Oliver's surprised gasp. Yes! Merlin, yes, it felt good! He pushed in again, and Oliver clearly knew what to do, grabbing Severus' hips to prevent him from being too brutal. Oliver sucked and licked as well as possible as the large cock moved between his lips. Severus moaned, unable to show any kind of stamina.

From outside the bedroom, Lucius cried out. A loud growl was heard, then there were more moans and cries and something that sounded as if one of the sofas were turned over. Remus Lupin certainly had learned something that made him do a proper job if he could make Lucius cry like that. Lucius' demand that Moony should fuck him harder was the last thing Severus heard before he came in large splashes in Oliver Wood's delicious mouth.

Maybe it had been a mistake to turn the offer of Remus "Moony" Lupin's body down?