Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Summary:Tempus fugit. Time has flown and even the slave realizes he must escape or die. Challenge:hp_may_madness’s Kink 4: Biting | Prompt: Flamboyant | Weekly Prompt: Genderswap or Polyjuice Word Count: 1,722 Genre: Alternate Universe; Missing Scenes; PWP; Grey!fic Warnings: Violence; Swearing; Grey!Remus; Grey!Severus; Dream Sex A/N: Pernicious plot! Creeps in, makes writing a PWP difficult.
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Severus writhed under the Cruciatus, his jaw clenching as Bellatrix cackled.
"End it now, Bella," Lucius said in a bored drawl. "The Dark Lord hates it when you break his Death Eaters." He polished his perfect nails against his lapel as he cast a gimlet eye over Severus' shaking form. "You did notice how few quality recruits are flocking to his side, didn't you?"
"Oh, fine, whingy wanker! Finite Incantatem!" Bellatrix sneered and stalked across the room to kick Severus' ribs. "Snapey, you didn't bring us anything useful lately." She bent down and sang into his face, "If it were up to me, up to me, I'd flay you, spay you, and beat you raw and send your bits to Potter."
"Sister-in-law, if it were up to you, you'd ride him like a Thestral as you Crucio'd him." Lucius brushed at a nonexistent bit of smut on his robes and stood up. "Now, leave him be. We have to report to the Dark Lord in half an hour. Do rise to the occasion, Severus." Lucius stared at Bellatrix until she sniffed, tossed her bedraggled hair over her shoulder and sashayed past him, leaving Severus to drag himself across the floor to the chair Lucius had vacated.
"You'll find your wand under the cushion, Severus," Lucius said quietly. "If by chance you can slip away, give my love to Narcissa and Draco. Tell them I love them." He closed the door behind him.
Severus' teeth chattered as he crawled toward the chair, sweat dripping down his face. It took long minutes to pull his body up so he could reach his wand.
"Episkey. Reparifors. Tergeo. Brackium Emendo," Severus muttered the healing spells, his broken nose making him slur his words until it healed. While his right shoulder popped back into place, the muscles and nerves slowly knitting together, he heaved himself into the chair, taking gulping breaths until he was seated properly. "Damned bitch," he finally gasped out.
It took another ten minutes for the spells to work enough so that Severus could stand, and haltingly walk. He painfully crept out of the ancient house the Dark Lord was using at that month's headquarters, ignoring the burning of his Dark Mark. He bit his lip to keep from whimpering when he stopped and pulled out a keychain with LONDON emblazoned on it in gaudy red, blue and white.
He wrapped his hand around it and muttered the activating phrase: "I belong to Remus." The hooked-behind-the-navel sensation of Port-keying tore him away to safety.
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Severus appeared at the House of Strangers, Brand the house-elf popping in just after he fell onto the foyer floor.
"Master Snape needs medicines. Brand will settle Master and fetch medicines." Efficiently, the house-elf transformed Severus' outer robe into a stretcher which then rose, lifting Severus above the floor. They travelled through the nearly silent house, two other house-elves and several human servants looking on.
They arrived at Severus' room, the doors already open. A young man with white-blond hair was turning the covers back. He gasped when Brand brought the stretcher close. "Bloody hell," he breathed out. "I've got some potions in my lab. Brand, you get those rags off of him and dose him with the potion in the dark blue bottle with the lion on it."
"Yes, Master Draco."
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It took almost two hours to completely heal Severus' injuries. Draco poured potion after potion down Severus' throat, barely waiting for the previous one to take effect. When Severus put his hand up, he stopped and sat on the side of the bed.
"Aunt Bella?" Draco asked past tight lips.
Severus coughed and spoke in a harsh whisper. "She was just the last. The Dark...the bastard in charge...he was the one that started it when I told him I couldn't find you and that you might be in the Muggle world, hiding." He licked his lips and Draco reached for a water glass, holding it so Severus could sip.
"I'll leave you to sleep." Draco stood up with a frown on his face. He spoke to the floor. "Do you need me to send for the werewolf?" he asked softly.
"No, but I thank you. I need you to maintain tonight's entertainment. Great Aunt Helga's portrait can tell you what rooms will be open tonight." Severus sank back against his pillows. "Just let me rest until midnight. Then I'll go to Remus." His eyes closed.
Draco ghosted his fingertips over Severus' cheek, smiling softly when the man turned toward their heat. He drew away carefully and slipped out of the bedroom after dimming the sconces.
In the hallway, he stood with his back to the door. "Brand," he called. The house-elf popped into place in front of him. "Make certain no one disturbs Master Severus until midnight. Before then I want you to send a house-elf to a wizard named Remus Lupin..."
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Unconscious, and safe for the first time in two weeks, Severus escaped into his dreams.
The aches of his body hadn't been inflicted by dark wizards. Oh, no, he was being loved to pieces.
He could feel Remus' strong, thick fingers moulding his muscles, pinching and then smoothing away the hurt with soft touches and broad swipes of his tongue. His skin tingled when Remus' chest hair brushed over his arms, his legs, his stomach. His cock bobbed and shook before Remus' warm, moist, amazing tongue swirled around the head and then under the glans.
Severus shivered when his lover's teeth scraped over the tender skin. The hint of danger added piquancy when Remus began bobbing over Severus' cock, taking it in increments with such exquisite slowness it was tortuous pleasure.
He spread his legs, inviting Remus to explore his body further, for once bereft of his black wool armour and stripped bare of pretence. Remus' mouth held him tenderly while his hands wandered everywhere, pulling Severus up as Remus pushed his head down, the circle of his throat muscles massaging Severus' cockhead. Severus bit his lip and pushed his head into his pillow, a whimper bleeding out.
Remus pressed his lips firmly up and down Severus' cock and then let him go, puffing gently on the saliva-coated skin. Severus silently begged with his body—his fingers were buried in the sheets, his toes were curling and flexing, and his stomach was rolling and tightening—and Remus somehow knew what he wanted.
"Shall I show you how a werewolf mates, Severus?" Remus asked with a smirk. Severus could only nod mutely.
Remus turned his head and began making a string of bites along Severus' pelvic bones, first the right side and then the left. When two wings of bites were created, Remus nipped his way up Severus' treasure trail, stopping to plunge his tongue into Severus' belly-button as the fingers of one hand tapped the baby-soft skin behind Severus' bollocks. Severus bucked up against Remus, earning a playful growl and a sucking, marking love-bite underneath his breastbone.
His head was shaking from side to side, his mouth stretching to make nonsense sounds of pleasure. Soon, Severus was craning his head up, showing his throat to Remus. When Remus' teeth fastened over his Adam'-apple, Severus moaned, surrendering completely. Remus seemed to purr, the vibrations shaking something loose within Severus, and he spent himself without being touched. Remus moved to bite down on the juncture of neck and shoulder, his own orgasm washing over his and anointing Severus.
They lay there gasping and murmuring, sated.
"Thank you."
"So formal, Severus? I should thank you then, for giving me your trust." Remus pulled up Severus' left arm and showed him a bite that marked nothing but smooth, unblemished skin. "It was just what we needed to remove the Dark Boggart's mark."
Severus smiled in his sleep and Brand cast a cleansing spell over him, keeping watch as he'd been told.
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Draco dropped the host's hair into a steaming cup of Polyjuice, grimacing at the scent of burned hair before gulping it down. His face bubbled and shifted, his body stretching until he filled the host's robes. When he looked in the mirror, he saw a man with grey hair, distinguished features, and slight stoop—he saw Phineas Nigellus Black.
"Trust Severus to find another way to pay back the Noble House of Black," he murmured. He glared at his mirror image when he own voice came out of Phineas Nigellus' mouth. He cast a timbre-changing charm and when he next spoke, his voice sounded deeper, rougher with age. "There, that's more like it."
"Ah, very nice, my dear boy," boomed Great Aunt Helga from her portrait. She fluttered a fan painted with fireworks at Versailles. Her Pompadour wig was being coiffed by a pair of fairies as another one enhanced her flamboyant gown—a blushing pale pink silk that enhanced her good looks—with dripping Valenciennes lace across her bosom. "Thank you, mon chou," she said to the dressing fairy. "Starlight, Moonglow, you've done a lovely bit of work. Thank you as well." The fairies buzzed around her and flitted from her painting to one with Druids deep in an ancient forest.
"Severus should be here," Draco murmured.
"My great-niece's boy has been tormented. You are his lieutenant, you serve in his stead." Helga began slowly fanning herself, subtly changing the sweep and angle of her motions as she watched Draco-as-Phineas Nigellus. "You are much like your ancestor, Alexander Malfoy, my boy. He too was torn between the Dark and the Light of our world."
"I just want to be safe. I want Godfather and Mother and Father safe." Draco paced back and forth in front of Helga.
"Well, now you will create a safe haven for others while Severus heals." She stood up, shaking her gown so it lay smoothly over her panniers. In the blink of an eye, she was once again the foremost madam of the Georgian Wizarding World. "You'll find the Red Room, the Grey Room, the Blue Room, and the Room of Dreams are open tonight. Now focus your magic and greet our guests. I'll be close at hand." With those parting words, she slipped elegantly from her frame.
Draco straightened his own robes—changing the dignified black and grey to something more gaudy, and red—and opened the door.
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