dungeons_master (dungeons_master) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2008-02-14 18:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic: pg13, trading places challenge |
Trading Places entry: Owned, by dungeons_master
Title: Owned
Author: dungeons_master
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Lupin/Snape
Challenge: Trading Places. Based on morbid_lizard's art Owner and pet
Word count: 797
Author notes: Thanks to the amazing dizilla and aunty_marion for all their help. Happy Valentine, everyone!
The collar had been a present from Lucius, who clearly believed himself to be the funniest man on earth.
Severus had taken great pleasure in disabusing him of that notion when he’d offered the man the chance to fasten it himself around Remus’ neck during the full moon
He hadn’t mentioned it to Remus, not wanting to subject him to his pureblood friend’s prejudices any more than necessary; so the thing had been banished to a remote corner of his wardrobe.
Severus was not one to throw out perfectly new, useful, ruby and topaz adorned things without a good reason.
Remus had found it, however, when they were packing to move into their new home together. He held it up for Severus to see, with a questioning expression and raised eyebrows.
“Any other canine lover I should know of?”
Severus had scoffed, taking the thing from Remus’ fingers and throwing it into a nearby box, and then proceeded to rant at length about how one canine lover was trouble enough.
Remus had called this way of reassuring his lover he had nothing to fear on that front ‘endearing’. Severus had hidden his scowling blush behind a half empty box of underwear.
Now all the furniture was where it was supposed to be, they had a nice dinner, followed by an even nicer glass of scotch, and Severus wanted nothing more than to put on his pyjamas and take refuge under the duvet to finish reading the latest book he’d bought.
It wasn’t to be, it seemed, because as soon as Severus’ bum hit the mattress, the werewolf followed suit, plastering himself on Severus’ side like an octopus, and started nibbling on his ear.
“What are you doing?”
“Mmmh, I just wanted to celebrate our new home, now that we’ve managed to make it liveable.”
“Can’t your celebratory mood wait until tomorrow? I really want to finish this book before the weekend.”
“But it’s only Tuesday, and you’re already more than halfway through it!”
Severus turned to face his lover and throw him a ‘your point being?’ kind of glare, but that proved to be a fatal error. Remus looked delectable with his cheeks a bit flushed from the physical exercise of moving and the healthy helping of scotch he’d just drank.
But still!
He was halfway through a very interesting chapter, and he knew that if he gave up now, they would keep at it for hours and he would be too tired to finish his reading before tomorrow.
He summoned his best scowl, though not without difficulty, since Remus had now started to thread his fingers through Severus hair, something Severus found highly erotic, and with the small amount of will he could muster, pushed the werewolf gently away.
“Tomorrow.”
Remus whined like the overgrown puppy he was. “But Severuuuuusssss,” he protested in the Potions Master’s ear.
“Behave!” Severus scolded, trying to regain his own composure after Remus’ warm breath on his ear had made his spine tingle. “If you won’t on your own I’ll have to…” a flick of his wand and the collar he’d hid under the bed before was hanging in his hand, threateningly. “… use this!”
Then the unthinkable happened.
Remus didn’t get mad or sulky, nor did he detach himself or call him a bastard.
Instead he sucked in a breath; his eyes widened and started twinkling with what no one could have misunderstood as anything else but desire.
“Really?” he asked in a small, hopeful voice.
Seeing that there was no going back now, Severus sighed and put the book away.
As soon as Remus offered his neck and the collar was fastened, he transformed into a beast. No, not the furry kind he became every month. He jumped on Severus as if he was on some potent aphrodisiac, straddling him and growling softly.
The only two words he managed to hear before his partner stopped making sense were: “Own me.”
The next day Severus woke up sore and utterly spent.
No wonder, since he’d slept only three hours, thanks to that thrice damned beast.
He hadn’t left Severus alone all night, ravishing him nearly to the point of soreness, and it was only when Severus had threatened to put a permanent impotence potion in his next goblet of Wolfsbane that he’d relented, even if that only meant he started with the cuddling again.
The worst thing was that while Severus was tired and cranky, the stupid animal was cheerful and as active as any other day.
And, as if to mock Severus, he was still parading around shamelessly, with the collar around his neck
So much so that Severus had to restrain him by the leash to keep him quiet.
Damn, and he’d only wanted to finish his book!