LMoM: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore, Part 14 (SS/RL) Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 14/31 Rating (this chapter): NC-17 Pairing, all-over: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Additional pairings, this chapter: none Kink(s): frottage, kisses Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word count: 2,500 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?
Wednesday, 14th May, 2008 - Revenge (No Reason to Hold Grudges for Long)
Severus was awake early. This time it wasn't the birds or the trees or the sense of spring that woke him up, but the rather frantic looking Folly who whispering informed him that 'Professor Snape has to wake up. Professor Snape has to go to work.'. Severus groaned and swung his legs over the bedside. Remus was still asleep next to him. The sleeping potion Severus had given him had worked well. Remus needed to rest. Severus turned and let a hand slide over Remus' slightly stubbly cheek, tenderly. It was becoming increasingly harder to leave in the morning; the bloody werewolf had a way of worming himself into Severus' heart.
Severus showered and dressed, then ate a quick breakfast Folly was serving for him. The House-elf was looking at him as if he was the world's Eighth Wonder. 'What's wrong?' he sneered, as he put down the empty coffee cup. 'Stop looking at me like that.'
'Professor Snape is very brave! Professor Snape protected Remus Lupin.' Folly nodded; tears gleaming in the large eyes. 'I is happy Remus Lupin has someone who loves him. Folly will do anything Professor Snape asks!' The House-elf sniffled and ran back to the kitchen.
'I don't love your bloody employer,' Severus snapped. 'Have you gone insane?' He glared angrily at the disappearing House-elf, as if it had revealed something unpleasant that Severus would rather have kept hidden.
Although Severus didn't love Remus at all, there was this small uncomfortable feeling that Severus had told a lie by denying it. He stood, ready to leave for work. He had important things to do this morning; he had a meeting with Macnair as soon as he arrived: a meeting that Macnair hadn't planned. A very unpleasant meeting. Severus, however, was certain he would enjoy every moment of it.
He was about to grab his cloak, then stopped and went back to the bedroom. A narrow sunbeam had sneaked inside the dark blue curtains and was playing with Remus' golden-brown hair. Remus was curled up, entangled in the duvet. He looked young and innocent. Severus could feel a tender, happy smile creep over his lips. He had to admit that some kind of positive feelings had replaced the more negative ones regarding Remus Lupin. Feelings that made him want to kiss the wolf.
Severus sat down on the bedside and caressed Remus' naked shoulder before he bent down to kiss Remus' cheek. 'I'm leaving now,' he murmured. 'I really don't want to. I'd rather stay with you.'
Remus didn't move. 'Why don't you?' His voice was slurred and sleepy. 'I'd much rather you stayed.'
'Greedy, are we?' Severus whispered. 'You should go back to sleep.'
'I'm not sleepy.' Remus' tired eyes, and the yawn he let out contradicted his words enough to make Severus smile. 'Kiss me first.'
'I think I can manage that,' Severus said softly and kissed Remus' mouth. It was a chaste, soft kiss, but Remus wanted more. He reached up and locked his arms around Severus' neck. 'I don't think I'll allow you to leave just yet. I want another kiss.' Remus suddenly seemed awfully determined.
Severus obliged, of course he did. The next kiss was not as soft, but wetter. Remus' lips parted and Severus slid his tongue into the slick warmth, tasting his lover.
'Mmm,' Remus sighed, and tightened the embrace. He sucked Severus' tongue deeper into his mouth, inviting him to deepen the kiss. Remus braided his fingers into Severus' hair, loosening the ribbon that had held the heavy mass of hair tied. He liked it when it fell around them, making a small, dark cave around their faces. The sensation of Severus' tongue caressing his own made Remus moan louder, hungrily. He rolled over on his back, pulling Severus with him. He needed to lie there, under Severus' body, to feel safe and cared for. He needed more kisses, to underline the difference between what was work and what was... life, home. Pack.
Withdrawing for a moment, Severus settled between Remus' spread legs. There was no way he could reject the invitation; their kisses were perfect: small moments of building need and lust, tender or wild but always wonderful. He found Remus' lips again, this time plunging his tongue inside, letting it battle Remus' to get access to the deep cave, to taste every spot of Remus' warm mouth. He let Remus suck his tongue, as his hand found its way underneath the duvet, to Remus' warm skin.
Severus' hand caressing his side made Remus unable to keep down the low growl that had threatened to leave his chest. He broke the kiss to allow himself an even louder growl, before he placed a small row of kisses over Severus' neck. 'I have missed kissing so much,' Remus murmured, before he caught Severus' mouth again. Kissing was just about the best thing Remus knew of. It was the most intimate, the most tender or arousing thing one could do. Sex was wonderful, but kisses...
'You don't...' Severus nuzzled Remus' hair and kissed him again. 'You have never kissed your clients?' It made sense now why Remus had detested Macnair so violently. A Dementor's kiss was a skewed picture of a true kiss, one of care and need and love.
'No.' Remus moved a little under Severus, enough to feel Severus' hardening cock through the layers of fabric and down. He had only one client he had kissed, which was as good as never. 'I have saved my kisses for-' For my love. '-for you.' The duvet was warm, and Remus pulled it away as best he could. He threw a leg over Severus' hip, undulating slowly against him. He looked up into Severus' black eyes, no longer angry and hateful, but filled with wonderment and tenderness. 'I think I might have waited for you, or someone like you, for a long time,' Remus said softly, smiling. Seeing his smile mirrored in Severus' face was enough to make Remus let out a happy purr.
'For me?' Severus asked. 'If I remember it correctly, we hated each other two weeks ago.' He nibbled at Remus' lower lip, sliding the tip of his tongue over it, kitten-like. Remus arched up against him, and a wonderful hardness thrust against his hard cock. 'I won't mind helping you in your need for kissing,' Severus said and moved his hips, languidly rubbing against his lover. All plans about getting to the Ministry early had somehow left him.
'Mmm,' Remus moaned, and thrust up against Severus. 'I seem to recall something similar. I think it might have changed.' He wrapped his other leg around Severus, now moving his hips faster. 'I- oh! Oh... I think I like you now.' Remus' brain capacity was rapidly moving down to a lower level, not that Remus minded. Severus was all he wanted now.
'I'll give you what you need,' Severus whispered, his sentences becoming increasingly ragged and broken. 'Gods, Remus...' Severus' cock was so hard it was straining the seams of the tight trousers he was wearing and the constant rubbing of Remus' cock against his own was so delicious. Severus wanted more. He reached between them, pulling out the duvet, groaning loudly as he had direct access to Remus' slender body. He crushed his lips over Remus' again, pushing his tongue inside, taking Remus' mouth in possession again. The deep kiss did nothing to discourage further exploration. Severus felt a bit restrained by his clothes, but he was too aroused to care. All he wanted was to lie here between Remus' legs, kissing him utterly breathless.
'I need you,' Remus panted, as they finally broke the kiss. 'Gods, I need you!' He knew Severus had to leave, but if he could have just a little Severus first, the day would feel much better.
'You have me,' Severus moaned, and pushed a hand between them, roughly unbuttoning his trousers. He barely managed to pull his cock out, before Remus was rutting against him again, making him unable to breathe for a moment; the sensation was so intense. 'Kiss me,' Severus demanded. 'I want your kisses. They are mine! Do you understand? Mine!' He thrust hard against Remus, and somehow Remus' hand had wrapped itself around their hard, leaking cocks, rubbing and stroking them both. 'Kiss me until I come,' he said, pushing an arm underneath Remus' head so he could direct their kisses.
Remus didn't protest. He just let out a, 'yes, please!' and undulated against his lover. Severus' possessive behaviour should have felt disturbing - there was no room for jealousy or possessiveness in Remus' life - but it didn't. It felt good. 'Yes, Severus,' he said, and kissed back, thrusting his tongue into Severus' mouth. Fire spread between them, warm hands and hard cocks rubbing, touching, until it was too much. Severus came first, crying out, soaking his trousers and shirt with come. Only a few thrusts in the warm, slick heat of Severus' semen made Remus growl and gasp into Severus' mouth, coming hard, as he tried to keep kissing the man he wanted so much.
They lay together for a while, caressing each other, kissing, until their fluids cooled and became a bit sticky.
'I think I'm going to be a bit late for work,' Severus said calmly, and kissed Remus some more.
Severus was indeed late for work. It didn't matter so much, because he managed to complete the most important task first thing.
He strolled down the corridor, found a lift to the fourth level and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. He was pleased to find a secretary that informed him that Mr Macnair was indeed in his office. Severus nodded and went in, neither knocking, nor caring about the secretary's protests.
Macnair looked up at the unexpected intrusion and put down a copy of a complicated-looking law text concerning Pygmy Puffs. 'Snape. If this is about yesterday's incident, I am going to tell you I'll have Wood's bollocks for this.' Macnair looked sullen and not at all afraid, as if Severus had just been there to fuck Remus or Oliver like any other customer.
'Aha,' Severus said and sat down, not waiting for an invitation. It was hard to keep his anger down, but he had to.
'My wife is angry with me, to say it mildly. Wood tied me up and delivered me to my wife in...' Macnair waved a hand. 'A man should be allowed his little games, don't you agree?'
'Oh, of course,' Severus said, his face a mask of neutral interest. 'But that is not why I am here. You can dress up as a-' Severus pointed at the law text, '-Pygmy Puff, if you want to. Providing you are able to do so.' Severus sent Macnair a cruel smile. 'Now, as for my errand this lovely morning...' Severus studied the nails on his right hand, before he continued. 'I actually came to ask you a question. If you don't mind, that is?'
'Not at all. Everything for the Minister's personal advisor. Do you want coffee, by the way?' Macnair was half way out his chair before Severus stopped him with a wave of his hand.
'I am so pleased you see it that way.' Severus' expression was becoming increasingly cruel. 'Now, if you would try to help me figure out what the similarities are between such different wizards as the Dark Lord, Sirius Black, Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore? I'd be truly grateful.' Severus managed to sound accommodating and kind.
Macnair thought about it for a little. 'They are dead.'
'They are. There is also another similarity, Macnair, one you may want to pay particular attention to.' Severus smirked. 'Are you able to figure it out by yourself, or do you need me to help you?'
'Er-' Macnair said, his annoying moustache twirling a bit as he pursed his mouth in concentration.
'I'll help you then. I would not want a fellow Death Eater to be distressed or left in ignorance.' Severus twirled his wand between his fingers, rubbing the handle with the corner of his sleeve. 'In your case, I'd listen carefully, because you may end up having more in common with those four than you'd like, Mr Macnair. You see, Potter, Black, Dumbledore and the Dark Lord... I either killed them or made sure they ended up dead. That is one similarity.' Severus sent Macnair a glare that left no doubt what Severus thought of him. 'They were all my enemies, wizards I disliked intensely, either because they were trying to manipulate me, hurt me or worst of all: hurt the one I loved.'
Macnair looked increasingly nervous. 'Your point being?'
'My point being,' Severus said and stood, leaning threateningly over the desk, wand in hand, 'that you have just put yourself in two of the three categories we just mentioned. You have hurt people I care deeply about and by that, made yourself my enemy. If you do not want to find yourself in the third category - the Dead Enemies category - I suggest you go to Lucius and ask him to cancel the clause in Mr Lupin's contract that allows you to visit him and receive his services. Today.' Severus smiled softly. 'Unless, of course, you would like your wife to become a widow overnight.' Severus straightened, satisfied to see Macnair pale visibly. 'Good day, Macnair.'
'But... what did I do?' Macnair looked as if he was going to faint. 'Moony is just a fucking prostitute! What do you care about a bloody traitor?'
Severus turned in the door. 'I will suggest something else to you, out of kindness, and because I am a very patient person. In the future you may wish to address Mr Lupin in a more respectful way, Macnair. Actually, I'll advice you to never speak to Mr Lupin again, or be seen in his proximity at all.' Severus looked at Macnair like he would look at a nasty bug. 'Remus Lupin is my lover.'
Severus closed the door behind him and went back to Lucius' office to inform him Mr Macnair wanted his privileges regarding Mr Wood and Mr Lupin revoked immediately.