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Snapelike (snapelike) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-12 20:01:00

LMoM: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore, Part 12 (SS/RL)
Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 12/31
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Pairing, all-over: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape
Additional pairings, this chapter: none
Kink(s): D/s, face shot, arse play, object insertion, face slapping, masturbation, slight humiliation, portrait voyeurism, exhibitionism (sort of), alpha!Remus, spanking
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word count: 6,000
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?



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Monday, 12th May, 2008 - Fire

It was early when Remus woke up to the sound of a common Barn Owl pecking at the window. His sleep had been oddly restless, and the empty side of his bed felt... emptier. Remus closed his eyes, ignoring the bird's frantic attempt to make him get out of bed. It was odd how he had come to like Severus' company, both in and out out of bed. The man was a snarky beast, and Remus was not supposed to feel like this; to wake up and miss the warm body next to his; to miss Severus' snarkiness before coffee, or his lovely protests when Remus had decided he wanted Severus' tight arse before breakfast.

Remus opened his eyes. If Severus didn't return, something had to be done. The wolf wasn't satisfied, either. Remus could feel it move underneath his skin, pacing restlessly. With little more than a week until full moon, the wolf wanted its pack (albeit small); it wanted its... mate.

Letting out a deep breath, Remus wondered how he had been able to lull himself into that kind of ignorance. Severus had given himself up, and the wolf had reacted to his submission. No wonder Remus thought Severus' absence to be disturbing. He had let the wolf take what it wanted, and now it didn't want to let go. Frustrated, Remus yanked the duvet off and strode over to the window to stop the bloody bird from distracting him in his musings.

Remus took the small scroll from the owl's leg, patting the bird's head before he summoned an owl treat from the kitchen. The bird gulped it down and disappeared, clearly not expecting a reply. The letter was brief and held nothing but a few words scribbled down on the Ministry's stationery. Macnair was informing Moony to expect his visit the following day.

Sinking down to sit on the bedside, Remus crumbled the small piece of paper and threw it on the floor. This seemed to become a day one would rather rip out of the calendar - closely followed by the day tomorrow. Remus pursed his mouth in an unattractive grimace. He hated Macnair. Not only did the man want things Remus hated, but he also made him feel cheap and used - not even the less than appealing customers in Knockturn Alley had made Remus feel like Macnair did. Macnair was a dangerous man, and Remus was usually very careful not to be alone with him. He was... unstable at best, a psychopathic monster if there ever was one. The man liked to kill a bit too much for Remus' tastes. He was the type of wizard who would sneak poison in one's tea, just for the fun of it.

Remus wondered if he should go see Oliver to get some kind of comfort, but decided against it. Thoughts of the difficult and sensitive Hogwarts Headmaster were too dominant, and the comfort Oliver and he had given each other through the years was not to be tainted. They were both interested and clearly (Remus had to admit to himself) on their way to becoming emotionally entangled with each their man.

This was definitely going to be a shitty day, Remus agreed with himself. One of those which reminded Remus that he was nothing but a prostitute, Ministerial property. Maybe that was how Severus regarded him too - as someone one could use when convenient. Severus hadn't even told Remus where he lived, other than a vague mentioning of a house in Wales. That was precisely what added to Remus' feelings of being enslaved. His contract didn't allow him to leave London.

He couldn't even go look for the man he wanted. Wales was outside the magical borders of Remus' luxurious prison.



It was equally early when Severus Apparated into his office. He was still grumpy and not at all rested. He had slept badly, and the satisfying sensation of being well-shagged was missing entirely. A wank in the shower, imagining Lucius without clothes on, hadn't helped the least. Actually, Severus hadn't been able to come until he had pinched his own nipples hard, and imagined Remus' lovely body over his. That had worked. Only far too well.

Severus had felt his strength and determination not to return to Lupin fade considerably. When Lucius and he had finished the books they were looking into, Severus was ready to do anything to feel Lupin's hands on his skin again. He was sitting in the chair opposite Lucius' gigantic mahogany desk, a cup of tea in one hand. Something had to be done, and working up a fuming rage might help. Provocatively, Severus smirked and asked Lucius, 'would you mind if Fenrir Greyback wasn't able to work for the Ministry?'

Lucius just raised an eyebrow. 'You really aren't fond of werewolves.' He leaned forward resting his elbows on the desk, studying Severus' face. 'What did Fenrir do to you?'

'I just don't like him.' Severus avoided answering the question. He wasn't sure he would like the reply himself. 'He's too much of a danger, Lucius. Just one more werewolf made by him, and subjected to his sick urges... You should dispose of him before he snaps. It is unacceptable to keep one like him if you are trying to make your rule seem human.'

'Now, now, Severus. Here I am trying to help you get back a little of what your former enemies owe you. Potter's brat is dead, the Granger girl is kept pregnant and at home, and the lovely Mr Lupin is kept like a whore because I ordered it so. What more could you possibly ask for? The school's yours, Fenrir is kept on a leash.' Lucius shrugged and pulled a lock of his hair, twirling it between his fingers.

Severus didn't say anything. Lupin was kept a prostitute because Lucius thought Severus wanted revenge? He paled visibly. He was the reason Lupin had to spread his legs (although not literally, due to Lupin's preferences) for anybody who asked?

'Are you not well?' Lucius looked a bit worried. 'You have worked hard, Severus. Maybe the week-end off wasn't enough?'

'Was it you who made Lupin work in Knockturn Alley?' Severus asked, not caring how rudely he changed the subject. 'Is he so much of a threat to your rule that you have to-' Severus closed his mouth, reminding himself nobody knew of his connection with Remus. Of course there was no connection now; he had after all left Remus' bed without asking and the wolf had sounded very determined when he had informed Severus of the rules of their... relationship.

Lucius looked searchingly at Severus. The man was not stupid, and he knew Severus far too well. 'So you have forgotten about Lupin and Black's little prank? I didn't think you forgave easily, Headmaster Snape.' Lucius leaned back in the chair, placing a hand on each armrest. 'But no. I did not put Lupin in Knockturn Alley. I picked him up there, in both senses of the word. He was on his knees, sucking off anyone who wanted him, just for a few Knuts. He lived on the street. I am not a merciful man, Severus, especially not towards former Order members. But I am a father, and no son should find his father dirty and with unknown men's come on his face, begging for a few coins. I picked him up, found a small flat and made the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures provide a monthly supply of Wolfsbane for him. I thought seeing him as a prostitute would be revenge enough for you as it was. I even made him take a few customers he cannot refuse, even if he liked to. His son did not need to be included in it. Ted Lupin has no part in his father's wrongdoings. As for Lupin's current state and residence... that he managed by himself. He's a rich man, Severus, but he is still bound by the contract he signed when Thicknesse was minister. Apart from the few very unpleasant visitors he is forced to bed, just to emphasize our revenge Remus Lupin isn't worse off than he was before.'

'A slave.' Severus didn't know what to do with the information that he was the reason Lucius had underlined Lupin's position as ministerial property. He wasn't sure he liked it much.

'A slave, if you prefer. But it is by choice. He had a choice. Azkaban or leave.'

'Or prostitution. What a lovely alternative.' Severus huffed. It was a typical Lucius-solution, that.

'There was a time when we were all for sale, Severus.' Lucius' face became solemn for a moment.

Severus knew exactly what the price had been. Not all of them had wanted to pay. 'I know. Which is why you should know better. Are you going to continue to keep the Muggle-borns as lesser citizens?'

'Their children are half-blood witches and wizards, Severus. Things will loosen up. But I have people like the Lestrange brothers and vermin like Greyback to keep quiet.' Lucius' narrowing eyes were glaring at Severus. 'You are not suggesting I should set them free, are you? Because I promise you that you'll be sorely disappointed. I might bend as much as to transfer their magical contracts, but free? No, Severus. I will not have my people mixing with Muggles again.'

Severus bit back an acerbic reply. He sat for a moment, silent. Discussing this with Lucius was hopeless. He changed the subject to something else; something he could actually change. 'You wouldn't be entirely against losing Mr Greyback, then?'

'If you know of someone else who can manage the werewolves, no. But they are a rough lot. Apart from that, Mr Greyback's casual relationship with personal hygiene makes me occasionally nauseous, so...'

'He smells like dead animals.' Greyback's words about Lupin echoed in Severus' mind. He tried to repress what it would feel like to bed the man. Severus didn't dare think of it.

'Very true, my Severus, although I might have expressed it... gentler. Always the diplomat, hm?'

'You say that all the time.' Severus stood. 'I have free hands then?'

'Discretion. Above all. We do not want to upset anybody.' Lucius smiled. 'I wish I knew what it is you are planning, Severus. But as usual I'll find out. Just be careful you are not interfering with anything I am doing. If you want to remove Greyback, do it, but do not leave any traces that can lead to me.'

'You just asked me to come back to be your adviser. It means I give you advice, and you listen. Why would I want to interfere otherwise?' Severus didn't care to reply to Lucius' thinly veiled probing.

'Perhaps your little... shall we say... liaison with Albus Dumbledore against the Dark Lord could give a hint?' Lucius raised his hands, palms out. 'But I have forgiven you that. He would have been hard to kill, our inconvenient Lord, had you not set Potter on him, and I would not have been Minister for Magic.'

'Lucius, you are notorious. Not everything is about you.' Severus laughed at his friend, shook his head and left. He had things to do, not least of all a visit to Notting Hill to find out if he could mend what was broken.



'Headmaster Snape is asking to see Remus Lupin.' Folly stood, ears dropping, nervously pulling the hem of the tea towel.

'It is becoming a habit, isn't it?' Remus asked the House-elf rhetorically. 'You don't suppose he is going to go away if I tell him to?' Remus' heart made a few strange gymnastic exercises.

'Severus Snape is very rude to Remus Lupin,' Folly said. 'Folly can make him go away.'

'No, thanks. But I don't think it is necessary. I want to speak with him anyway. Thanks, Folly.' Remus let out the breath he hadn't realised he was holding. Now he had to think fast. It was clear Severus needed someone strong to be able to let go. Remus had a slight suspicion it applied not only to a sexual relationship but also to an emotional one. Trying to deny that feelings weren't involved would not be possible any longer. It wasn't a game. Not to Severus, and definitely not to Remus. Holding on to what they could give each other, that was the important thing - it just had to be done in a way where Severus didn't feel Remus had been soft and had refused to enforce the borders he had set for his and Severus' play.

There was just one thing to do: he had to break Severus down entirely and have him beg for forgiveness in a way that underlined the game was over, and something much more important had begun. Quickly he stood and fetched a few things in the bedroom, stored there because he had been planning to use them on Severus sooner or later. It seemed "sooner" had come before he expected it. Remus smoothed his white shirt, letting it stand open. There was a nice view to a line of dark brown-golden hair just above the waistband of his jeans. He crossed his arms, waiting for Severus to open the door.

Severus felt nervous. What if Lupin had decided he didn't want anything to do with him? What if... what if he couldn't get what he needed from Lupin, together with what he wanted so badly? Pushing the door open, Severus braced himself. Lupin had always been kind and forgiving. Weak. Maybe he still was? For once, Severus really hoped so: that Lupin would include Severus in the group of people he was unable to deny anything.

One look at Remus (who looked oh, so sexy and cold) made Severus' breath catch. There certainly was no weakness to be found in the lupine eyes.

'On your knees. Now!' There was nothing weak about the whiplash order. 'Do not dare to look at me!' Remus took the floor in three long strides and back-handed Severus across the face, hard enough to make Severus cry out in pain and surprise. Then he was grabbed and thrown down on the floor, the soft carpet taking a bit of the impact. 'Undress,' Remus demanded. 'You have not earned the right to look at me, so keep your head down.'

Severus pushed up on one arm, so surprised he wasn't able to speak. Again, Remus had overruled any objections Severus could possibly have by surprising him and pushing the buttons Severus couldn't avoid reacting to. He didn't dare look up. If Remus was doing this, there was hope it wasn't over, their affair. In front of him, all he could see was Remus' slender, naked feet and his jeans-clad legs. Severus managed to get up on his knees, and began to unbutton his clothes. 'I'm sorry,' he whispered. 'I should have asked for your permission. I didn't...'

Another hard blow landed on Severus' cheek. 'I haven't given you permission to say anything. There is nothing you can say that will make me happy, Severus. Only your punishment - extensive punishment - will do that. When that is over, I might allow you to speak.' Remus reached inwards, for once not letting the wolf peek out. No, he reached for it, pulled it out to play. He could feel it pushing against his skin, against his mind, and he let it. A low growl took over where words should have been spoken.

On the floor, Severus' movements froze the moment before he managed to get the last of his clothes off; hands on one trouser-leg. Oh, God! Severus felt a deep, cold fear well up inside him, adding to the arousal that had inflamed his body since the first blow. Between his legs, his cock stirred, filling with blood, soon ready. Severus reacted instinctively. He put his hands behind his back, straightened, and spread his legs to show Remus how hard he was.

Golden eyes gleamed and Remus growled again. It aroused the wolf to see the willing submission of the lovely human. A hand struck out and Severus was pushed down on the floor again. 'Kiss my feet. Crawl for me,' Remus said, the words barely understandable. For a second, Remus was afraid the wolf really would take over, but he managed to calm it down. Later, he promised it, later you may fuck him like you want to. Right now, Remus wanted to see Severus humiliated and crawling and begging, until the memories of empty beds and angry words were erased from both their minds.

'Yes, Remus.' Severus gave in, totally. There was no way he could get out of this, not unless he wanted to see the wolf unleashed. He was caught in his own fears and the knowledge that he could trust his lover. If they still were lovers. The words and the question were there, on the tip of his tongue, but Severus didn't ask. Not now. Later, when they were done. He crawled closer to Remus, and bent down to press kisses on his elegant feet. Severus moaned softly at the contact between his lips and Remus' skin. He needed Remus so much!

For a little, Remus allowed Severus to kiss and lick as he pleased. Then Remus stepped back. 'Get up.' Remus' cock was throbbing hard in its confinement behind the heavy fabric. Remus wanted to pull it out, wanted to have Severus close, rubbing against Remus' thick cock while he hurt him.

Severus stood, his head bent in a submissive pose. He was hard, and Remus slid a finger over the head, smearing the drop on the tip of the cock over it. 'Beautiful,' Remus growled and pulled Severus with him to a low leather chair in the corner of the large sitting room. 'Kneel. You will lean over my lap, your hands behind your head. I don't want to hear a word from you until I am done. Is that understood?' Remus had forgotten the anger and the fear that Severus had left for good.

There was a low, disbelieving muttering close to Remus' ear. He startled and looked in the direction of the sound. Oh. He had forgotten that. A wizarding photo of Sirius and James hung on the wall next to him. The picture's objects looked appalled. 'Moony, you can't... it's Snivellus!' Sirius flashed his seventeen year old charming smile, forever caught in the golden frame. James didn't say anything but held a hand over his eyes.

Kneeling on the floor, Severus heard a voice that made him stop breathing for a while. It couldn't be? Remus wouldn't... Severus' head snapped up, disregarding Remus' order.

'Be quiet.' Remus' voice was rough and bore traces of a suppressed growl. 'Or I'll turn you against the wall.'

Severus looked up and realised Remus was talking to the portrait, and not to him. He was just about to say something scathing, then get up and leave, when Remus' hand brushed over his hair in a calming, caring move.

'He is mine, Sirius, and I advise you to stay out of this.' Remus leaned over Severus, not caring Sirius stood angry and with an expression of betrayal on his handsome face. 'Look at me,' Remus said softly, and tilted Severus' face up.

Severus' eyes met Remus'. They were wolfish; the pupil oddly distorted. It was as if the wolf was ready, just there, below Remus' skin. Severus shivered at the sight, but leaned into Remus' hand. 'I don't think I can do this,' he whispered and sent the picture a glare. 'It is too much.'

Remus smiled, the white teeth flashing. 'You heard me, Severus.' Remus knew he had to push his decision through. 'You are mine, and no one - not even the charming Mr Black - is going to keep me from punishing you.' Remus kept his eyes on Severus. It was a good sign he hadn't moved at all. 'And after that I am going to fuck you like you want it, and you won't have a mind or time to care if all Hogwarts was watching us when I thrust my cock in your wonderful arse.' Remus sat down on the chair, ignoring James and Sirius entirely. He pressed a kiss to Severus' lips. 'I have decided I want you. And you, Severus, will lie over my thighs and cry and beg when I spank you, and every time I touch you, you'll remember that it is you I want, that it is you I'll have in my arms when we go to bed later. I love my friends, Severus, even beyond death, but you are the one who's alive; you who are in my arms.'

Considering Remus' words, Severus realised he was right. If he let a sodding portrait stop him from giving himself to Remus, he gave the two men he hated more than anybody in the wizarding world power that reached over the border between life and death. He didn't think he wanted that. He gave a curt nod, accepting Remus' explanation.

'Come to me, then.' Remus held out a hand to Severus. 'Come to me because you want me, not because I forced you to, or because I left you no choice.'

From his kneeling position, Severus looked up, and his eyes shone. He was afraid, humiliated, worried where this would lead. But above all, there was the need in Remus' eyes, in his words. Need that told Severus they could play all they liked, but that their game was no longer boys playing with fire. The fire was roaring, and if he let go - if they both let go - the fire might devour them entirely.

Severus took the first conscious choice in his life in regard to his feelings for another human being. Contrary to the few people in his life he had attached himself to - Lily, the Dark Lord, Albus, Lucius - Remus gave him room to decide; as if his opinion mattered. As if his happiness mattered.

Slowly, Severus put his hand in Remus'. The slender, strong fingers that closed around his did not feel like prison. They felt like freedom. 'Yes,' he said quietly, relishing the warmth of Remus' hand. 'I am yours.' Then Remus' lips were over his, and no surrender had ever felt sweeter.

'I have to punish you now,' Remus said, when they reluctantly broke the kiss. 'I am going to break you down, and you will let go for me.' Remus said it as if it was an established fact and it seemed as if Severus agreed. The wolf wanted to tear itself free. The beast's ruthlessness was overtaking Remus' mind, mixing with the tenderness and care he felt for his lover. It would be good to do this for Severus, to help him let go of the tension and anger and doubt.

'Yes.' The immense arousal Severus had felt returned. He hadn't been wrong about Remus. He was strong, so very strong, and worth Severus' trust. 'Please?' The relief of being free of any kind of responsibility washed over him, and he let out a small, needy moan.

Remus unbuttoned his jeans and let his cock spring free. 'Lie here,' he said, helping Severus to arrange himself over his jeans-clad thighs, making sure Severus' naked hip was rubbing against the hard length. 'Mmm, yes, like that.' Remus stroked Severus' back before he let his hand slide down further to caress the firm buttocks. 'Lovely,' he said, managing to keep the wolf's deep growl out of his voice. 'You have such a wonderful body, Severus. So responsive and delightful.' Remus pinched Severus' one arse cheek until the man whimpered. His fingers left a nice red mark. 'You like that?' Remus wasn't in doubt, but he wanted to hear it.

'Yes.' Severus groaned and pushed against Remus' His cock was caught between Remus' legs; the head rubbing against the jeans' rough fabric. 'More, please?'

'At your service,' Remus said, and pinched Severus again. He continued to work until both cheeks were pink and warm, ready for Remus to spank. He leaned down and licked the skin, kissing and nibbling at it. 'I think I want to play with your arse before I give you more pain.' Summoning the toys he had fetched earlier, before he had Severus at his feet, Remus let go of Severus and opened a jar of scented oil. 'I seem to remember you said you liked to have things put in there?'

Severus could barely speak. The delicious pinches had not only made him ready to receive his punishment, but they had also left him extremely aroused. 'It isn't much of a punishment,' he croaked. 'But please, Remus! Please!' Severus wanted to reach back, to spread himself like he knew Remus liked it, to expose his hole, and open it to his lover. 'Oh... yes!'

Remus smothered his fingers with the oil and eased two fingers into Severus' arse. It felt so warm and tight that Remus couldn't stop himself from thrusting against Severus' hip. It didn't matter if his lover knew how attracted Remus was to him, not any longer. It would help Severus to sink into the submission, to know how wanted he was, how arousing and beautiful in his new master's eyes.

'Mmm. So good,' Severus moaned. 'Deeper.'

Remus smiled. Severus couldn't even stop giving orders when he was on his knees and naked. 'Like this?' Remus growled and thrust a third finger in Severus' arse, harder this time.

'Yes! Ah!'

Remus had to pause. God, Severus was lovely. 'More?' He moved his fingers, deep and shallow, carefully, then roughly; all the time opening up the wonderful, alluring hole. 'Can you take a fourth?' he asked, not wanting to harm Severus for real.

'I want you to split me open. I want your hand. I want... godyes... God! More!' Severus pushed back, becoming increasingly unable to keep still. Three fingers weren't enough. He wanted to feel Remus fill him, to invade him, to leave traces on his body that wouldn't be gone when they stopped this.

Carefully, watching how the rim widened to accommodate another digit, Remus pushed inside. Severus cried out, but not from pain. Remus poured more oil over his fingers and thrust in, as deep as possible, only his thumb outside the hot arse. He could hardly wait to ram his cock inside, only he had to. Later. Later he would take Severus.

Severus was lost in the sensations, in the mingling of care and pain and lust. He didn't hear Remus' words at first. 'Please, Remus?'

'I said, I am going to use this nice toy on you,' Remus said and slid a small dildo up Severus' arm. 'You see, it grows when you widen, so we'll make sure you are opened as much as possible without being ripped. As much as I enjoy your blood, I do not want to use it for lubrication. This will stop the moment before you tear, the moment when you think you cannot take more inside your body.'

'Oh Merlin,' Severus just moaned and bent his head in acceptance. Once more, Remus knew how to push him to his limit, but not across it. How was it that this Dark Creature knew how to still his every need? Digging his fingers into Remus' calves, Severus braced himself. The dildo slid inside, soft and small, and Severus groaned, dissatisfied. He wanted to feel full!

'Patience, my Severus. There will come a time where you would like it to be this small.' Remus moved the dildo a bit, rubbing it against Severus' prostate until he moaned again, this time definitely happy. Remus raised his hand and began punishing his lover. The first blow was placed so it pushed the toy even deeper inside, and Remus knew it would begin to grow, grow until the magical device could feel the limits set by Severus' flesh.

Remus looked up as he slapped Severus again, making sure to hit the base of the dildo. Severus moans got louder. Remus looked up, sending the small portrait of his two friends a wolfish grimace, somewhere between a grin and a snarl. 'He's mine,' Remus growled. 'I want him, and all you can do is watch.' Remus loved his friends, but he would not tolerate their dismissal of his choice of lover. Those times were over when Remus cared about what others thought of him. Sirius' outraged expression only amused him. Somehow, it felt cleansing to do this under the close scrutiny of the people who had hurt Severus the most. To hurt him in a way he loved and craved. Remus growled again and smacked Severus hard.

Severus writhed and rubbed against Remus. The dildo was growing, massaging and widening him, readying him for his lover. Each blow made the toy move, and the pain and pleasure was mingling: the more aroused Severus got, the more pain he wanted. Slowly the arousal became a haze of intense sensations, and Severus allowed himself to fall into it, letting Remus decide when enough was enough. Pain raced through him as his channel was stretched until it felt as if he was burning inside. His skin was aflame, and the only thing that kept him from breaking were Remus' soft words of praise. He was so good. He took it so well. He looked so sexy and gorgeous.

'Look up,' Remus ordered. He could feel Severus was holding on, keeping the last part of himself from his lover. Remus knew how to break the endorphin high so he could take Severus the final step of the way. 'Look up and watch them watch you.'

'No!' Severus was ripped out of the pleasant fog. 'I won't!'

Five hard - very hard - blows landed on Severus' arse. 'Do as I tell you. Now!'

'Remus, no, I... can't!' Severus could feel his arousal begin to disappear. He felt naked and lost and the pain felt more... like pain.

'Now!' Remus let the wolf loose, and with a hand in Severus' hair, he pulled his head up and hit him again and again, as hard as he could.

'No! No! Please, no!' Severus couldn't. He couldn't let anyone see how weak he was, how fragile and afraid and lost. He couldn't let anyone see that Remus was the only one who could keep him sane in this. 'No, Remus!' he cried again and again, refusing to open his eyes. The hard spanking continued, and suddenly it was too much. Lord, it was too much!

'I'm sorry,' he sobbed as he finally gave in. Decades of tears wanted out, and Severus opened his eyes, only to see Sirius and James' shocked faces. It didn't matter. Because Remus' arms were suddenly around him, and small kisses was poured over his skin; a soft hand wiped away the burning tears. He clung to Remus until he didn't have any pain left inside.

'So good, oh Severus... so beautiful... so obedient... Merlin, I want you so much.' Remus was melting. He had never seen anyone submit so perfectly, never seen the raw pain and the exquisite pleasure mingle like this. The wolf wanted to howl in triumph over it, but Remus pushed it back. That was not what Severus needed now. The possessiveness he felt made him pull Severus up, holding him as he turned him so they could both look at the portrait. 'Tears are not weakness,' Remus told Sirius. 'To be stubborn and trying to impress others... that is weakness,' Remus told his friends. 'To dare be this weak is to be the strongest of all, and I admire strength.' Remus turned Severus so he could face him. 'You have given me a wonderful gift with this,' Remus said softly. 'I have chosen you. Not anybody else. You are mine.'

'Yes,' Severus agreed, and his eyes were so young and innocent and soft that Remus thought his heart would break. 'You have been perfect, and I am going to reward you and let you come.' Remus caressed Severus' cheek and kissed it. The skin was still wet and a bit salty. 'Then we will go to bed, and I'll make love to you, if you want it.'

'Yes, Remus.' There was nothing else to be said, because this instant, Severus' whole world revolved around the calm, kind man who was his pillar to lean on. Tomorrow things might look different, but this was how it was, here and now. 'I like that very much.'

'Good,' Remus said, letting the wolf pour back in his mind. 'Very, very good.' He put an arm around Severus' back, slowly lowering him so his back rested on the floor, his arse still in Remus' lap. Remus tapped the toy with a finger, making it shrink a bit. It began to vibrate and Severus made a content moan. Remus caressed Severus' chest, played with his nipples until Severus' breath was loud and ragged. Severus was hard, and his cock leaking, just like Remus'. It wouldn't take any of them long to reach completion.

Hitching Severus' legs up to rest on his shoulders, tilting Severus even more, Remus grabbed his own cock. 'You are allowed to come now,' he said. 'I want you to use your hand, and come in your own face when I do.' Remus turned and kissed Severus' knee. 'I want to see your come and mine smeared over you lips. You are mine!'

Unable to deny Remus anything he asked for, Severus wrapped a hand around his length. The toy was doing delicious things inside him, and Remus' handsome face above him, and the hunger in his eyes made Severus come, almost before he had tugged his cock a few times. The release was long and drawn out; the perfect crescendo of a long foreplay. As he was ordered, Severus directed the spurts at his own face, and soon after hot splashes - the result of Remus' loud orgasm - landed on his lips and cheeks. Severus licked his lips to taste Remus' come. He lay, gasping, totally spent, physically and emotionally; the world really didn't matter to him right that instant. Then Remus carefully pulled out the toy, and leaned down to pull Severus up in a tight embrace, sharing kisses and the taste of cooling come with him.

Happiness was a strange thing, Remus found. One's life could look bleak and empty, and still happiness could lighten it up, like a small flame, growing to cast its warm light over everything. Happiness was definitely strange, and was found in even stranger places, like when one was sitting, spent and exhausted, with one's lover, kissing and coming down from a perfect and blissful orgasm. That was how Remus felt. He sat like that with Severus until the exhausted man began to shiver. Then Remus picked him up and carried him to bed, making sure he was clean and warm and was offered all the kisses and sweet words he wanted.


Later, when they had both rested, and their kisses grew deeper and hungrier, Remus found out that making love to Severus was the single most consuming and unforgettable thing he had ever done in his entire life.

On to chapter 13