Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: pre_raphaelite1
From: Serpenscript
Title: A Lesson In Discipline
Characters/Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC17
Kinks/Themes Included: Clamps, bondage, delayed orgasm, oral, collars, breathplay and CBT if you squint real hard
Other Warnings/Content: werewolf dongs, underage - just after the Shrieking Shack incident
Word Count: 4,000~
Summary/Description: Remus is not happy with his lover for using him to 'prank' Snape.
Author's Notes: Due to technical issues (I sent it to the wrong email T_T) this didn't get posted with the other gifts, so I got the go-ahead to post it for my D_D. Pre_raphaelite, I'm not sure if it's what you imagined, but when I read your prompt I immediately got this wicked scenario in mind. I apologise for the surplus of angst and dialogue. Happy belated hols!

Also....despite Osmolic posting for the 17th already, it's still the 16th here! Just barely, but it counts :X



Lupin's eyes were hard and narrowed with anger. Glints of feral gold lurked in the warm amber of his irises, and his mouth, usually generous and full-lipped, was drawn into a frown – more of a snarl, really.

Anything that made Moony angry enough to look like that was something nearly unforgivable. Sirius honestly didn't see why Remus was so angry – Snivellus was just an ugly toerag, really. A waste of space. No one would have missed him and he only got a good scare in the end, anyway.

But when Moony had been told the whole story while he rested in the Hospital wing, he'd been furious. Not the hot burning rage James was prone to, or Peter's simmering sulks – but a icy-cold anger, the kind that gave you chills when that glare was focused on you.

No, Sirius really didn't get Moony's fury, but he quailed under it. So when his lover had pulled him into the Room of Requirement a few days later and told him to strip, he didn't ask questions – he stripped. Even though he felt his heart jump into his throat when he entered the Room.

Usually the room resembled an Arabian Boudoir, strewn with pillows and cushions - every surface suitable for fucking, they’d joked. The room looked more like a dungeon this time, complete with chains hanging from the ceiling and all sorts of disturbing implements on the wall. Sirius could identify several types of whips on the wall before he decided, hastily, that he was better off not knowing.

He drew his robes off slowly and let them fall to the floor. He wore nothing underneath, not when he was meeting up with Moony for a shag - no point, when they’d shortly be torn off. Then he dropped to his knees, the way Moony liked it (when his ‘alpha was up’, the Marauders called it). Even the floor was unforgiving - cold, uneven stone ground beneath his knees.

He hoped he saw a faint gleam of appreciation in Remus' eyes as he knelt. He knew Remus liked how he looked; he'd told him so often. Sirius was, after all, the result of years of selective pureblood breeding, related to beauties such as Narcissa and Bellatrix (she had been beautiful when she was young). His skin was utterly without blemish (largely due to scaradite cream and healing potions, and not at all due to avoiding trouble. He was a Marauder, after all!), smooth and creamy pale; his hair was short - by Wizarding standards, it brushed his shoulders in silky black waves - and he knew Moony liked his grey eyes, a cool counterpoint to his own warm amber. Silver and gold, he liked to call it.

Moving slowly - because those amber eyes were an arctic pale gold now - Sirius slid his hands down his torso, showing off nipples (dusky rose, nicely peaked by the chilly room). He was tall and lean, and Moony often had him kneel for him just to enjoy the picture of his long pale limbs folded with careless grace beneath him. Moony had taught him to sit in any number of pleasing positions that showed off his body, but best of all was simply kneeling with his knees spread enough to give his lover a good view of his groin. He had a long pale cock with a flared purplish head, one Moony liked to lick and suck at great lengths when he was in a good mood.

Sirius pinched at his nipples and moaned, feeling his cock begin to harden. Tentatively, he peeked up at Remus through a curtain of silky black waves.

Moony’s eyes were so cold. Sirius flinched when Remus shoved something at him; a moment later he recognised it as a collar, and took it reluctantly. The collar was another sign that Moony was furious; the collar was heavy and stiff - even the metal was black. Unlike the other collars Moony kept for play, this one wasn’t padded or lined with softer fabric. It was for chastisement, not just fun. And it was spell-locked; once put on, only Moony could spell it off.

If he spells it off at all, Sirius thought gloomily, but he sighed and buckled it on. With herculean effort, he resisted scratching his neck where the rough leather rubbed. Aside from the main D-ring, the collar had a half dozen smaller rings attached around the outside, the one directly center-back as large as the front -ring.

Remus had stepped away while he donned the collar. Sirius shifted uneasily when Lupin pulled a set of clamps off the wall and walked back to him. They’d used clamps before - Moony enjoyed having Sirius submit to him, when he was so wild and out of control all the rest of the time - and Sirius found a bit of stinging pain heightened the pleasure. But the pair in Remus' hands didn’t look like they’d give ‘a bit of sting’. The toothy metal clamps were adorned with black drop-shaped weights and sported several lengths of fine black chain.

He bit his lip when Lupin attached a weighted clamp tightly to one sensitive nipple, then the other; they bit much more sharply than the ones they’d used before. One of the chains connected the two clamps; he winced when Remus tugged on the connecting length experimentally, sending a sharp burst of pain from his nipples down to his groin. When he [Remus] released it, the chain fell against his [Sirius] chest. The links were cold and when he shivered the chains and weights swayed, sending faint tugging sensations through his nipples.

Remus flicked one clamp, and his narrowed eyes burned hot with lust when Sirius inhaled sharply and arched, clamps standing out from his chest. “These were made for you,” Remus said with dark approval, rough fingertip tracing an incongruously gentle path around the edge of Sirius’ areola. “I’d love to fuck you like this, but I have other plans for you tonight.” His words were rich with dark promise.

Despite his trust in his lover, Sirius felt a chill run down his spine. He swallowed, then asked nervously, “What are you going to do?”

Lupin took up the two of the four dangling lengths of chain from the clamps and attached them to the collar, pulling up all the slack until they pulled firmly on the clamps. He didn’t loosen them even when Sirius looked up at him reproachfully through his eyelashes, hunching his back and shoulders to relieve some of the tension on his nipples. It usually worked, but this time it only made Lupin’s eyes harder.

He dropped to a crouch behind Sirius and, before Sirius had a chance to realise it, Lupin had his arms folded behind him, hands wrapped around his forearms. It had the added effect of pulling his shoulders back and straightening his spine, once more putting his smooth, hairless chest with its black clamps on display. “I don’t think you realise the seriousness of your actions,” Lupin said, voice so low and - well, dangerous - that Sirius had to hold his breath to hear it. “Or understand yet that actions have consequences.”

“No one got hurt!” Sirius protested, though he knew immediately it was the wrong thing to say. The temperature in the room seemed to drop another ten degrees.

“Pranks are one thing, Black,” Lupin snarled, “but you’re playing games with lives. What do you think the Ministry does to werewolves who bite other people?” He finished winding a leather cord around Sirius’s wrists and forearms, and knotted it with a vicious yank that almost unbalanced him.

“But you didn’t bite him! And it was just Snivellus, no one cares about him anyway!” Sirius argued. He'd never learned when to shut up. He’d never had to, before. His good looks and charm had always gotten him out of trouble. Even the Headmaster had only given him a slap on the wrist!

But then, he’d never made Lupin so very, very angry.

“The fact that he is neither dead nor a werewolf now is the only reason I am giving you a chance to make amends. You don’t seem to realise that lycanthropy isn’t a joke. It’s a curse, and people fear it, and those infected with it. And what people fear, they hate. People doing stupid things like your fucking murderous prank feed and perpetuate that fear and hatred. I don’t want a lover who’ll make my life a nightmare, Pads.”

His voice was deadly serious. Sirius swallowed, the sound unnaturally loud. His nipples throbbed, his cock was half hard, and he was at the mercy of a seriously pissed off werewolf.

His werewolf. His lover. Threatening to leave him. Over Snivellus.

He didn’t realise he’d spoken the words aloud until Remus growled and shoved him in anger, sending him sprawling. Heat bloomed in Sirius's cheek where it grazed stone, and he twisted to look up at Lupin in shock. They’d roughhoused before, sure, but - Moony was always cautious. Every move was calculated, thought through. This was just - fury. Anger.

“This is not about me choosing Severus over you!” Remus roared, hands clenched into fists so tight the knuckles were bloodless. “If anyone is choosing someone over the other, it’s you, Sirius! Your pranks, your - your petty, schoolboy grudge against Severus is apparently more important and fulfilling than your lover!”

Sirius spluttered and struggled against his bonds, writhing on the floor - at any other time, it might have been erotic. His frantic movements made the weighted clamps swing wildly. The accusations, though, felt like a blow to the gut. “That’s not true! I could care less what happens to Snivellus!”

Remus bent over and grasped his shoulders, shaking him violently until his teeth rattled. “Listen to me, you bloody berk! If Snape had got so much as a scratch, if he so much as hinted about a werewolf at Hogwarts – the Ministry would come for me. Not out of concern for him – out of fear of werewolves. I would be classified as uncontrollable and dangerous, and they’d haul me off to be put down like a mad dog. Do you understand yet? Your prank could have cost two lives that night!”

Realisation poured cold as ice water over Sirius; he went limp and unresisting in Lupin’s hands. “No,” he whispered, then, “No, Moony, I never would have – I wouldn’t let – I didn’t mean –“ His eyes were wide with dawning guilt and horror and shame.

Remus stopped shaking him, though he didn’t let go of his shoulders. His fingers gripped tightly and Sirius winced, but didn’t protest the treatment. “But you did. You did, and then had the audacity to tell me, your lover, that you nearly exposed me, risked my life and another's – don’t!” He said sharply, when Sirius opened his mouth to protest, again, that it was just Snivellus. “It doesn’t matter who it was, anyway. No one deserves lycanthropy, nor to die at the hands of a werewolf, Sirius! No one! You've seen what I go through – you’ve seen the agony of transformation, the way I go mad with murderous rage once a month – I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy, and that’s not Severus!”

He punctuated his words with one hard shake. Chastened, Sirius looked away. “I’m sorry, Moony,” he mumbled, “I don’t know what comes over me, sometimes.”

The hard gold of Lupin’s eyes softened fractionally. “Maybe you’ve got a bit of the Black madness, yet,” he muttered. He hauled Sirius back upright, then brushed his scraped cheekbone with gentle fingers.

“What will you do to me?” Sirius’ voice was sad, his face woebegone. The Blacks were usually one of two sorts: either they wore their heart on their sleeve – or they perfected the social mask at an obscenely early age. Sirius fell into the first camp and his grey eyes were full of misery.

Lupin flicked both nipple clamps in quick succession, then tugged and twisted them lightly, teasing the swollen nubs. “I meant what I said – I can’t live in constant fear my lover will expose me with some foolish prank.” His eyes narrowed, this time in pleasure, when Sirius whimpered at the painful sensations.

“You’re – you’re breaking up with me?” Sirius croaked, hunching as much as his bound arms could allow and dropping his head, hiding behind his hair.

“No. But I am going to punish you.” Remus grasped his chin and drew it up, until Sirius was forced to meet his eyes. “I’m going to make you hard, then bind your cock and balls. Then you’re going to suck me off. And then, if you do all that well, I’ll watch you fuck yourself on a dildo until you come.”

Sirius blinked, then sighed in relief. “That’s all? And I even get to come? Moony, you’re getting soft if you think giving you a blowjob and riding a dildo is punishment!” He spread his knees to show his cock half-hard, revealing just how far from punishment he thought that.

Remus smiled for the first time since entering the Room of Requirement. “With your hands tied,” he added, even as he released Sirius’s chin and reached for his cock, wrapping a warm strong hand around the thickening length and stroking firmly from root to tip.

Sirius bucked obligingly into Remus's hand, eyes falling closed in pleasure, though his voice was still subdued. “Moony, my shoulders already ache, and shoving me over didn’t exactly help,” he whined, a bit breathlessly - Lupin stroked him again, adding the quick twist at the tip that drove him mad.

“No arms, Padfoot,” Remus said firmly. “You have no self-control at all; if your hands were free, you wouldn’t resist touching yourself.” Sirius was fully hard now, a bead of moisture already visible on the tip of his cock. Lupin pulled a leather cord out – long and thin and dyed black – and began separating Sirius’ balls and binding each individually, then working the cord up the long pale length of the shaft in a latticework of knots before tying it off just beneath the crown, a large knot rubbing and digging into the frenulum. As a last touch, he took the last two chains from the nipple clamps, and attached them to the final knot. Then he tugged the entire contrivance.

Sirius shuddered and moaned, leaning forward to relieve the tension on his nipples even as his cock tried to bob eagerly, twitching eagerly in its restraints.

Remus sat back on his heels to admire his handiwork. Sirius knew he must look a sight to him – he'd seen himself in the mirror often enough, afterwords. His grey eyes darkened with arousal to the color of pewter shadows, hair black as India ink framed his elegant, boyish face with his narrow elfin jaw line so prevalent in Blacks. His wide shoulders were pulled back to display his sore and reddened nipples, the black clamps and chains vivid against his pale skin. The lines of the dark links drew the eyes from the collar down to the chest, then lower, to the captive erection straining there. I'm a monochrome canvas, he thought with humor, all shades of black and white and grey.

He finally wriggled under Mooney's appreciative gaze and looked up hopefully, putting on his best puppy face. “But I can touch you?” He’d meant it as a statement, only it came out uncertain and pleading.

Remus stared at him until he dropped his eyes. Sirius felt almost rejected, as if Moony had actually said, I don’t want your touch.

Lupin seemed to guess what thought tormented him, because he said quietly a moment later, “It’s punishment, Padfoot. Something to make you stop and think, remember there are consequences for your actions. If I let you touch me, I would lose sight of that goal. Not because I don’t want your touch – but because I do, too much.” In proof, he gestured at his groin, where his trousers were visibly tented. “This is what you do to me, just looking. Do you understand?”

Sirius didn’t, not at all, but he nodded. Remus smiled, a half-grimace that stretched the new pink scars fading on his face. The wolf had been enraged to have prey almost within its grasp, only to have it taken away, protected by those the wolf called pack. When he’d been left alone, he’d turned to savaging himself. Thanks to Madame Pomfrey’s Scaradicate, they’d be gone entirely in another day or two – but until the scars healed, they were a potent reminder of the near-disaster.

Remus conjured a comfortable chair – incongruous in the cold dungeon – and sank into it gratefully after unbuttoning the fly of his trousers and shoving trousers and pants down to his ankles. Then he parted his thighs, giving Sirius a clear view of his cock.

Remus wasn’t beautiful in the classical way Sirius was; his werewolf metabolism left him lean, with ropey muscle stretched over a solid frame that should have more flesh than it did. His skin was rather more golden-tan than usual for the British schoolboy complexion; his hair was brown and sort of spiky. Beneath his shirt, a sprinkling of dark crisp hairs drew an inverted triangle between his two tan nipples and pointed down to his groin, where a a thicker treasure trail led to his cock.

Sirius loved Moony’s cock. It was just as long as Sirius’, but quite appreciably thicker and heavily veined, with a deep-red glans that only emerged from the foreskin when he was fully erect. It had a lovely upwards curve to it, and underneath it were large heavy bollocks, lightly furred with dark crinkly hair.

Remus's cock was covered by the tail of Lupin’s his cotton shirt, holding the material out from his stomach, and seeing it twitch under his avid gaze made Sirius’s mouth water. He shuffled forward on his knees until he was in between Remus’ thighs, then bent to take a long lick at the underside of Moony’s cock, eyes sliding shut at his first taste of Lupin’s musky flavor. It was one hundred percent male and a little bit extra - something wild and not wholly human. He licked again, flattening his tongue to press against the veined shaft, then wriggled his tongue until Remus hissed and slid a hand into his hair.

He gripped it tightly enough to pull at the roots painfully, but the pain distracted Sirius from other things - like his dully throbbing nipples, or the way his cock twitched and purpled in its bonds, or the burning ache in his shoulders. Nor did he mind the way Remus tugged lightly on his hair, urging him to suck him.

Sirius sat up after another long lick, then paid attention to the head, pulling gently at the foreskin with lips and gentle teeth. He flickered his tongue against the frenulum, then delved his tongue under the foreskin to lick around the glans and probe the slit. He was rewarded with a salty bead of pre-come.

He licked around the glans again, then took the head in his mouth, letting it simply rest in his mouth for a long moment before he swiped his tongue against the underside and sucked. Oral sex hadn’t been something he’d been good at naturally, and it was only Lupin’s obvious disappointment that had spurred him to improve. He'd learned exactly what brought Moony off the fastest, and employed that skill now.

Slowly he took Lupin’s length in, working his way down to the root. That had been the hardest part, learning to relax his throat around Moony’s shaft, to overcome his gag reflex and not panic when it restricted his breathing. He paused once his nose was buried in the wiry dark curls at Lupin’s groin, then swallowed around the cock in his throat. He was rewarded by a shouted epithet, and then Remus was moving, fucking his mouth, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting back in. Sirius struggled to breath between thrust - Moony had never fucked his mouth so - so wildly. Even in full Alpha mode, he was a considerate lover, always putting his partner's needs and limits first.

It was really time, past time, for Sirius to do the same. So he kept his throat relaxed, and tried to not panic as Lupin’s thrusts sped up and left him shorter and shorter of air.

Then Remus’ hands clenched in his hair painfully. “Swallow!” He ordered, and then pulled Sirius down on his cock again, holding Sirius's nose against his stomach for a long moment as he came, cock twitching strongly and pulsing spurts of come. Sirius made a face - he didn’t care for the salty-bitterness of semen, but Lupin didn’t often ask him to do this. He swallowed it obediently, though some spilled from the corners of his mouth and tracked down his chin. He felt lightheaded when Remus finally sighed and relaxed, releasing his hair and sagging back into the plushy comfort of the stuffed chair.

His mouth felt bruised and battered, his throat sore and his tongue bitter. Cautiously, Sirius licked his lips, then grimaced again at the flavor. Then he looked up hopefully at his lover, shifting his shoulders to ease the stiffness settling there. He should give Remus a chance to enjoy the afterglow, get his breath back, but -

“Well? Was I ‘good enough?” Sirius flexed his hips slowly; his erect cock strained in its bonds and pulled at the nipple clamps. The pain in his nipples had eased to a distant throbbing - vaguely arousing, vaguely annoying. And very stimulating. He wished he could free his hands and touch himself; one or two strokes would be all it took to finish him off -

Which was exactly why his arms were bound up behind him.

Remus appeared to contemplate his question at length until Sirius began contorting - anything to put some kind of pressure or friction on his bound and frustrated cock.

Remus watched his lover twist and bend himself into positions that should be impossible. "You're too impatient, Padfoot. Your arms are tied for a reason, you know." Smirking, he stood languorously and crossed to the wall, examining a large selection of vibrators and dildos. He selected one at last, and carried it over to Sirius, setting it down on the floor and stepping back.

Sirius stared at it for long moments. It was shaped like a real cock, with a flared glans and heavily veined shaft. It had a wide flange with a suction cup to mount it solidly to any surface.

It was also quite large.

He lifted nervous eyes to his lover. “Are you mad? I won’t be able to sit for a week!”

Remus frowned and flicked the dildo, watching the jelly-like translucent material wubba wubba back and forth with a critical air. “Hmmm. I see. Not big enough.” Then, while Sirius gaped at him in disbelief, he returned the dildo and replaced it with another.

This one was larger still - and oddly shaped. It had a tapered head and a large, knotlike swell near the base. A wolf cock shaped dildo, in a lurid ruddy pink.

“M-moony, are you trying to ensure I can’t sit down for a month?”

Lupin looked down at his frustrated lover. “Maybe the pain in your arse will remind you to not be a pain in the arse at the next full moon.” The words were harsh, but his tone softened by the end, blending from anger into exasperation; even his cold eyes were beginning to thaw.





Sirius walked stiffly into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning. He actually paled when he straddled the bench and sat down. Beside him, James didn’t even try to hide his sniggering, and Remus noticed Peter smiling at the table when he slid into the seat next to him a moment later.

“Had a good ride, then, Padfoot?” James ribbed, “We could hear you all the way on the Quidditch pitch! Don’t you know silencing charms?”

“Either you were dying, or you were having the wildest orgasm of your life,” Peter added, then asked eagerly, “What did he do to make you scream like that?”

Sirius turned red and poked at the rubbery eggs on his plate. “It was when the clamps came off,” he mumbled. No way was he telling them about the wolf dong. Even if it had been the best fuck of his life.

There were some things your best mates didn’t need to know.