LMoM: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore, Part 11 (SS/RL) Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 11/31 Rating (this chapter): NC-17 Pairing, all-over: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Additional pairings, this chapter: Rabastan Lestrange/Remus, Rabastan/Oliver Wood Kink(s): slight humiliation, oral Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word count: 3,000 Link to all chapters: here. Notes: Beta by the lovely envinyatar15 and wonderful red_day_dawning. 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 the infamous Remus Lupin. 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 spy and a paid man, a werewolf whore?
'Who?' Severus was curious. After Greyback's confession that he was one of Remus' customers, Severus had felt the information gnaw and grate inside him, and he could stand it no longer. 'Who are you going to...'
'Don't ask, Severus.' Remus turned and rose up on one elbow, the duvet rustling softly around his body. 'It is a part of my life I'd prefer to keep away from you. I am not proud of what I do, but it is the only thing I am allowed. There is no choice.' Remus' voice sounded flat and sad. He stroked Severus' cheek, pushing the black hair away before he leaned in and kissed Severus' nose. 'You are someone... I...' Remus didn't know what to say. Severus Snape had come into his life like a whirlwind, and Remus still didn't know precisely what to think of it. 'You are a part of what I am. Not of what I do. If you understand?' he said softly.
'But I want to...' Severus hesitated as well. He wasn't used to talking about what he felt, it was so much easier to just let Remus fuck him and hurt him. All the words (despite Severus' usual eloquence) made him uncomfortable. Then he remembered he had been the one to ask. 'I want to be a part of that too,' he said, to his own surprise. 'It is your work, I accept that, just as Hogwarts will be mine. I...'
'No, Severus. You don't want to. It is nothing I want to discuss, and not something you would like to know about. It is just going to end up in misery for the both of us. You agreed to ask for only what I can give, and I can't - won't - give you this. I belong to the Ministry; it is the only way I can stay and see my son and sometimes those of the Order who stayed as slaves, just like me.' Remus looked at Severus, who hadn't said a word. His eyes, however, spoke volumes. It was as if Severus was surprised. Hadn't he seen what their world had become?
'Maybe I should just go,' Severus said and got up from bed. 'This isn't a game any more.'
'Harder! Suck me harder!' Rabastan Lestrange's voice was hoarse with arousal as he pushed his cock into Remus' mouth again. Rabastan had a lovely cock, he smelled good, and Remus wasn't finding his work entirely unpleasant this day. He could, however, not forget that Severus had left, not indicating whether he would return or not. If one were to be particularly anal, Severus had left without Remus' permission, and would hence not be allowed to come back. Remus sucked Rabastan's cock deeper into his mouth and let his sharp teeth slide over the head. Rabastan moaned and buried his hands in Remus' hair.
'Moony, damn it! I am going to... ' Rabastan paused and pulled out. 'I want to see you come. You are going to be the death of me.' Rabastan's long red hair flowed over his pale face as he looked down at Remus with eyes glazed over from arousal.
'At your service,' Remus purred, and discreetly put a hand on his wand to perform the wordless spell that would make his cock spurt some kind of fluid that resembled semen. Remus was not able to perform, he was too caught up in what had happened that morning. He wasn't sure what to do if Severus didn't come back. 'Yes! Rabastan, you're so hot... your cock...' Remus groaned, making a lovely act out of looking aroused and on the verge of coming. 'Yes! I want your lovely cock in my throat,' he muttered, and tugged his cock a few times, then letting the spell take charge. He cried out, thrusting and gasping, while he realised he would find Severus, find him and make him come back, if he didn't by his own volition. 'Yesss,' Remus moaned, more like a confirmation of his decision than by a recognition of Rabastan's nice body, as he spurted fake come over the floor. He leaned forward, head bent, breath ragged. He took a minute of reenacting orgasmical bliss before he looked up and asked Rabastan, 'do you want me to suck you, or would you like me to summon Oliver so you can fuck him while I fuck you?' Remus knew exactly what his customers wanted, and Rabastan was rather partial to the young Quidditch player. Maybe it was the boy's Muggle ancestry that kept Rabastan from going to him, but he certainly didn't mind when Oliver was asked to join them.
'I like your ideas, werewolf,' Rabastan said hoarsely, his eyes shining with an odd light. 'Oliver...'
Somewhere in Wales, quite a bit away from the posh brothel, Severus Snape was eating a late breakfast. He was sitting in his cosy kitchen, reading the Muggle paper that was delivered to his address every day. He was still angry. He was angry with Remus, of course, but he was even more angry with himself. How had it gone so far he had literally begged Lupin to let Severus into his everyday life? The man was a prostitute slave, and it didn't concern Severus who Lupin fucked, as long as Severus got what he wanted. He should just be content to have the most expensive and sought after concubine in the wizarding world at his beck and call for free. He got a service other wizards were paying a fortune to get. Why couldn't he just be content with that? Trying to concentrate on an article about sheep being hunted by a pack of feral dogs in the outskirts of Merthyr Tydfil, Severus' thoughts kept wandering. Why was it he was so intent to know about what Remus was doing? Why was he in Remus' bed at all - apart from for the sex? The latter question was easier to answer: Severus loved what Remus was doing to him. He needed that kind of dominance, and Remus was particularly good at it.
Severus picked up another piece of toast and buttered it. He took a bite, not really tasting the food. His mind was filled with thoughts of the bloody werewolf. Severus knew his behaviour could be interpreted as jealousy, but for that, there needed to be deeper feelings present. The only deep feelings Severus had ever held for Remus Lupin were of disgust, hatred and fear. How was it, then, that the man suddenly had Severus' attention in a way that could easily be interpreted as more positive? Had attraction replaced disgust? Had hate been exchanged for... Severus didn't dare think that thought to an end. He pushed the paper aside, and went to his small office to look into more boring papers from Hogwarts.
Anything that could keep the disturbing ideas at bay.
Oliver cried out as Rabastan entered him. Remus was standing beside the bed, slowly tugging his own cock to get it ready. Oliver was on his back on the large four-poster bed; his legs spread wide for Rabastan. They were a remarkably lovely sight, the tanned, muscular Quidditch player and the pale, slender, elegant red-head. Contrasts, except for their blue eyes, Rabastan's sky blue; Oliver's cornflower.
'Oh,' Oliver just said, and reached up to pull Rabastan down into a deep kiss. It startled Remus a bit. They didn't kiss. None of the paid men kissed their customers. Ever. It was too intimate, too personal. Rabastan didn't seem to mind, but kissed Oliver back, using time to kiss and thrust tongue and cock into Oliver's mouth and arse. Remus felt quite superfluous.
Rabastan broke the kiss, only to whisper filth into Oliver's ear. 'My little Mud-blood. My dirty whore. How many men have you had,' he murmured, thrusting faster into Oliver's body. 'How many have sullied your tight arse before me?' he demanded, underlining the question with a pull on Oliver's hair. 'Tell me, slut, who you liked best! Who make you long for more?'
A loud, honest moan told Remus how much Oliver liked this. Well... obviously something had been going on in Remus' house that he didn't know about.
'You!' Oliver cried. 'Only you, Rabastan!' Rabastan was looking at Oliver as if there was no one else in the world. He bucked up from the bed, his lovely body tight from arousal. For a moment Oliver opened his eyes, and Remus was shocked by the intensity in them; he was seeing no one but Rabastan. His bloody customer. Remus sighed and backed out of the room, leaving the two wizards alone. More than one person was going to be hurt from this if they didn't put an end to it, Remus was certain. Oliver was a Muggle-born under the control of the Ministry, with a contract similar to the one Remus had made. Rabastan... if there ever was a conservative Pure-blood wizard, Rabastan would be he.
It made Remus think of Severus again. He returned to his upstairs private flat, knowing Oliver would summon him if he was needed. Remus doubted it. Rabastan had his hands full with what he wanted already.
It was much later, in fact it was close to dinner time when Rabastan released himself from Oliver's embrace. Remus sat down with him, as usual expecting Rabastan to stay for dinner, and possibly more sex. Folly was sent for and asked to serve the luscious meal that had been prepared for them.
'Oliver was to your satisfaction, I believe,' Remus said, neutrally letting it be up to Rabastan whether he would like to talk about what had happened.
'Yes.' Rabastan sat down at the small table by the window, leaning back in the elegant Regency chair. He pulled a damask napkin closer and plucked distractedly at one corner of it. 'I like him.'
'So I noticed. He's good in bed, isn't he?' Remus smiled, a small reassuring smile. Folly popped out of thin air with a large tray. A delicious smell of curry and basmati rice spread in the room. Folly served them while Remus waited for Rabastan's answer.
'Yes.' Rabastan seemed unusually quiet. He took some of the salad Folly offered and put it on a small plate together with a piece of bread. 'But that is not what I am talking about.'
Remus decided to be more direct. He could, of course, ask Oliver after Rabastan had left, but he preferred to get Rabastan's version too. If Oliver's heart was going to be broken, Remus would like to know why. 'Have you been seeing him, apart from when he has been asked to join us?' Remus asked softly. 'You usually pay handsomely for my... services, and I didn't think you'd rather have Oliver. As much as I like your company, I'd be happy to let you have Oliver if you prefer him.'
'No... yes... twice. Last week. Then just about every time I have visited you the last year.' Rabastan caught a piece of tomato on his fork. 'He's Muggle-born. I... can't ask for him, Moony. My brother... he's going to kill me.'
'We don't kiss and tell.' Actually, they didn't kiss either, and the fact that Oliver had let Rabastan snog him like mad told Remus that there were other feelings than just business in this. At least from Oliver's side. Remus tried not to look worried.
'I know. He told me no kisses, but...'
'But you are attracted to him? And he to you?'
'I am pure-blood. He's nothing but Muggle filth; he's owned by the Ministry. His contract can only be cancelled if he leaves the wizarding world. I can't afford to be attracted to somebody like him.'
'A Muggle-born whore?' Remus sighed. 'He is a person too, you know.'
'I do know. That's what worries me. I even care that he is a person, and not just ministerial property. But there cannot be any connection between a Muggle-born and a Lestrange. Under no circumstances.' Rabastan took the bottle of claret and poured himself a glass, sipping from it, as if lost in thoughts.
'It is not a question of blood, Rabastan. Everybody knows you are as gay as a picnic basket, and that there will be no children from your loins and all that. You already know I am fucking your brother, since I have sucked you off at the same time more than once.' Remus sent Rabastan a wicked grin. 'I'm half-blood, and a werewolf. Why would Rodolphus care? He's visiting the boys downstairs too, and not all of them have a pedigree worth mentioning. Your brother doesn't care what blood we have, as long as he gets it hard up the arse before he returns to his sweet young wife.' Remus raised an eyebrow. 'As I recall it, you have taken him once or twice too.'
'My brother's a pervert.' Rabastan stated coldly. 'But this is not just...' Rabastan turned the crystal goblet in his hands. 'It is not just about fucking Oliver.'
'Ah.' So Rabastan was smitten too. This could lead to potential disaster. It had to be taken care of. If Rabastan saw this as a threat to his own standing, how dangerous wouldn't it be to Oliver? Remus considered the options. Depending on what Oliver wanted, there was one or two things that could be done. It all depended on how much Rabastan was willing to tell; how much he dared trust Remus. And how good an actor he was. 'He is not just a good fuck... but nevertheless it turns you on that he has been with other men?'
Rabastan's nod was barely visible. 'If I am going to roll in the dirt, I may just as well do it properly. I have killed his kind, and I'd do it again. Oliver's just... different. However, I am not going to let this interfere with my position.'
So Oliver was good enough to bed, but not good enough to take as a lover. Prejudice certainly had tender meat to feast on in the wizarding world. 'If he agrees to be with you, will you take him? Maybe just making him act as your catamite or servant in public?'
'The Ministry owns him, Moony. What can I do? He can't do anything but stay here, being fucked by all my friends and colleagues every other day. No matter how arousing I find that fact in bed, I don't like the prospect of it if it has to continue.' Rabastan sighed and looked a bit guilty, as if his perversion was any dirtier than anything else Remus had knowledge of.
'I manage his contract for the Minister. If I decide to let him stay with one man, he has to do so.' Not that Remus would ever do such a thing without Oliver's consent. He had fallen far enough as it was, managing five young wizards who had not wanted to return to the Muggle world, nor have seen Azkaban as an alluring place to use the rest of their lives. At least they didn't have to service anyone who asked for their mouth or arse down Knockturn Alley. It would be Oliver's decision entirely, whether he wanted to become Rabastan's slave instead of fucking whoever the Ministry sent his way.
'I see.' Rabastan's eyes shone. 'And the contract? Will it always belong to the Ministry?'
'We'll see,' Remus said, not especially happy about this development. 'Maybe something can be done. You are closer to the Minister, so maybe you should be the one to find out? Can you get your hands on the scroll, to find out exactly what the conditions are?'
'I'll try,' Rabastan said. 'You are aware you are urging me to help a Muggle-born wizard with this? We can both go to Azkaban for it.'
'I doubt it,' Remus said. 'I know too much, and you are too wealthy.' He was slightly disturbed that he was going to help a man who had tortured and killed his friends. He was even more disturbed that Oliver seemed to be attracted to Rabastan. It just proved how their world had changed, that the slightest flicker of human weakness from the Dark Lord's men was embraced and cherished. Remus shrugged off the thought. Even a Death Eater might have a softer side. Nevertheless, resistance was futile, and connections were of larger importance to get by.
'An invincible combination,' Rabastan said half-way sad. 'My Galleons and your brain. But my brother is definitely going to kill me anyway.'
It didn't seem to affect Rabastan's appetite, though. He asked for second helpings and after dessert, Remus sucked him off once more. Rabastan certainly knew how to get the most for his money.
Remus, on the other hand, wasn't as comfortable. He was afraid something unfortunate would happen to Oliver, not from Rabastan's side, of course, but if somebody else found out. It had to be taken care of.
For Merlin knew how many times, he hated what had happened to him; hated how he was able to love his son so selflessly that he had sold himself for the privilege to stay close to him in a world where one had to step so very carefully. If only he had been able to leave Ted with Andromeda and turn his back on the wizarding world. But Teddy was pack. Somehow the inner image of his son flickered and left another image together with it. The image of a thin black-clad man with burning eyes.
As Remus went to bed, he discovered exactly how worried he was that Severus hadn't returned. It wasn't a game any longer, Severus had said. To that, Remus agreed. They had both been playing games, and had somehow become lovers.
The game had stopped.
Remus sighed. As if his life wasn't complicated enough as it was.