Title: Apogee and Perigee Author:lore Rating: NC17/NWS Challenge: Darkside, prompt: Wolfsbane Summary: Trust comes with a price. Disclaimer: Jo's characters, my boys. Warnings: breathplay, character death Notes: ~730 words. Betaed by the chat room regulars, especially dianamoon. Idea originally from a prompt given at pervy_werewolf. Concrit welcome.
Apogee: 21 October, 1998
Remus came to with a groan, his head full of fuzz that quickly cleared as the adrenaline of panic took over. Tied to a narrow bed in Severus' potions lab, he could hear his lover scuttling about the room, muttering to himself. Severus' voice was rough with gravel; Nagini's bite had never properly healed. In the scant months since Harry defeated Voldemort, Remus had fallen back in with his old love, and if Severus seemed somewhat unhinged at times, Remus had ignored it in the face of their miraculous survival.
"Severus, doesn't this game usually come with a safe word?" Remus kept his tone light and teasing, hoping his trepidation was unfounded.
"The moon is almost at apogee, potions ready-"
"What do you mean-mmmf!"
The dark man had jumped on top of Remus, and now he could see the wildness in his lover's eyes as they traded rough kisses. He realised he had been tied down naked and Severus' equally bare form was writhing above him. The kisses soon gentled, and Remus had just begun convincing himself that they were playing a sex game when Severus reared up and snatched a potion from the bedside table.
"Severus, what is the meaning of all this?" The Potions master ignored him, unstopping the vial before reaching out to grasp his jaw, fingers pressing in on one side until Remus' mouth was forced wide open. The potion tasted sweet as Severus poured it in, and Remus swallowed, showing what trust he could. After all they had suffered and come through together, Remus knew Severus would never poison him.
"Belladonna, redono somes-" Another potion, this one bitter and familiar. "Wolfsbane, lupus, solvo is vir-"
Remus' head was spinning, and his stomach churned, but Severus gave him one other potion and then began a murmured chant, writhing against Remus' groin until his cock had no choice but to respond. Severus looked like a wild man, his hair lank with sweat, body white, the scars from Nagini's bite even whiter. Still Remus found his lover's form strong, lightly muscled and still firm, and Severus' eyes, even in the grip of madness, were darkly exotic with near black irises and long lashes that lay like soot against his skin. Desire for Severus was never hard to kindle in Remus, and now, sick as he felt, was no exception.
"Severus- I- I want-" Remus pulled at the ropes that held him fast, his body straining, cock seeking Severus' warmth, and then he was enveloped. Severus slid down without breaking his chant, slick and open, and it dawned on Remus that Severus must have prepared himself earlier. A moment was given for Remus to savor the gripping heat and then Severus was riding him hard, hips stabbing downward viciously on each stroke. Remus tried to keep up, but the pleasure and faint nausea, the sheer strength of Severus' fucking, kept him pinned to the thin mattress. Within minutes, Remus was on the edge of orgasm, and just when he thought he couldn't hold on any longer, Severus changed the pace by leaning forward, hands reaching for something just over Remus' head.
The ends of the silk rope came up into Remus' vision, and he had a moment of confusion, realised he'd never even felt it under him, when Severus crossed the strands and began slowly choking him.
"Intereo lupus in vestri macero nox noctis!" Over and over Severus chanted, the rope becoming tighter around Remus' neck in steady increments. Remus struggled, still unbelieving that Severus could hurt him, but the instinct to fight for air overrode any faith Remus had. He bucked and pulled at the ropes holding him down, but Severus rode him like a fish in a raging sea. The entire effect only made Remus harder, and he had time to remember that restricting air could bring spectacular orgasms before his own began. It seeped out of him slowly, Remus feeling each spasm roll up the length of his cock before it spurted into Severus' channel. The sheer power of it made Remus hyper aware of the pleasure washing through his entire body, even as his chest burned for air. He couldn't pull anymore, couldn't buck or struggle, only slip into the deep lassitude stealing over him, darkness and sparks of light warring in his vision, sound obliterated.
Remus' last sight was of Severus' face, dark eyes locked onto his, lips still moving, and a fleeting image of them embracing under a moonlit sky.