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#lmom 2008, author: snapelike, kink: alpha remus, kink: felching, kink: rimming, kink: rough sex, remus/adrian pucey, remus/severus

LMoM: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore, Part 15 (SS/RL)
Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 15/31
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Pairing, all-over: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape
Additional pairings, this chapter: Remus/Adrian Pucey
Kink(s): Rough sex, alpha!Remus, rimming, felching
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word count: 2,900
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?

Back to chapter 14

Thursday, 15th May, 2008 - Fragments of Strange Conversations

Remus downed the vile potion and kept himself from gagging. He grimaced and put the vial down on the dining room table. It didn't exactly make breakfast enjoyable.

'The Ministry's brewers have not improved the taste, I guess?' Severus didn't envy Remus that particular drink. He pushed the teapot in Remus' direction. 'Where, exactly, do you spend full moon?'

Remus looked away. He really didn't want to answer that question in detail. He didn't want to lie either. Trust. It was still so fragile, their relationship. Remus couldn't just tell Severus a nice story, but maybe he didn't need to tell it all. 'In the basement. I have... cages there. Just in case.'

'Ah,' Severus said. Remus looked ill. He decided to let it lie, at least for a day or two. 'There is still a week until full moon.'

'You cannot stay,' Remus said. 'I don't want to risk anything.' He really didn't know how he was going to tell Severus about those nights. He tried not to think of them.

Severus reached over and poured tea for Remus. He seemed to have forgotten about it. A calming scent of quince and black tea spread in the room. 'Maybe you should drink some?'

Remus nodded and pulled the cup closer. He had run out of words. The mood between them felt odd. He took a drink of the tea, then put the cup down, trying not to fidget.

'Who is it today?' Severus asked, deciding he could just as well ruin their morning entirely. He didn't want to admit he was worried. What if more of Remus' clients were like Macnair?

'You are jealous.' Remus' eyes were bright yellow, as if he was agitated or angry.

'No,' Severus said. 'I'm not.' He wasn't sure whether he was lying or not.

'Really?'

Severus sighed and put his coffee cup back on the table. The tablecloth was suddenly interesting, the blue colour needed to be studied intensely. Severus hadn't yet come to terms with what he had done the day before, by stating his connection with Lupin. He knew he had to speak to Remus about it. About that and a few other things. It shouldn't be this hard, after all Lupin was just whore who hadn't promised Severus anything but what he had left after the clients. He raised his head, looking directly into the wild eyes. 'I threatened Macnair to kill him if he ever touched you again. It wasn't an idle threat.'

Remus' cup rattled against the blue-and-white patterned saucer as he put it down. His hand shook. 'And?'

'And he asked Lucius to revoke his access to this house. He will not bother you or Oliver again, neither will you be asked to take another client in his place.'

Closing his eyes to hide the immense relief he felt, Remus asked softly, 'do you intend to chase all my clients away like that?'

'If I thought it would help,' Severus said, just as softly.

'You are jealous,' Remus said again. 'You are doing exactly what I asked you not to: you want more than I am free to give.'

'I know.' Severus brushed a finger over Remus' hand. 'I don't suppose you want Macnair back?'

'Mostly,' Remus said, 'I want you to get over here so I can kiss you.'

'I can do that,' Severus agreed, and once more breakfast became quite insignificant.



'Do you want to let me in on what this is about?' Lucius held up a dusty, yellowing scroll in his left hand. Severus had just arrived at the Ministry - an hour late - and gone directly to Lucius' office.

'You are holding up a piece of dirty parchment. For what I'm concerned it can be anything from one of Granger's intolerably long complaints over the wizarding world's state to an account of the number of goats in East Kilbridge. If you tell me which, I might be able to provide you with an adequate answer.' Severus snapped at his friend. Lucius usually wasn't so dense.

'It is the contract between a certain individual, werewolf Remus Lupin, and the Ministry, regarding his... duties. One of my employees came to me in a slightly nervous state and asked me to remove his name from the scroll, rather sooner than later.' Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'Is it something you'd care to explain to me, my Severus?'

'I am your adviser, not "your Severus", and I'll give you advice, Lucius.' Severus didn't want to explain things to Lucius in this way. He had hoped he didn't have to begin to tell his life-long friend about Remus by starting the sentence with by the way, I am going to kill Walden Macnair if he ever comes close to Remus Lupin again. Severus let his hair fall over his face, as if hiding there could delay the inevitable. 'You don't own me, so don't ask me not to interfere with your affairs, if you want to interfere with mine.'

'I didn't know Remus Lupin's contract was your affair. Now I'm really interested. Are you in the middle of some cunning plan to make Lupin's life even more bleak?'

Now it was Severus' turn to raise an eyebrow. It had always been like this between the two of them, a sort of wary ping-pong. It was the reason he had never truly loved Lucius: Lucius had never betrayed Severus' trust - there was just this feeling that he one day might, and that was enough for Severus. No matter how passionate their affair had been, Severus had never given the final piece of himself to Lucius Malfoy.

It was as if Lucius sensed Severus' thoughts. 'You don't trust me? After all we've been through, you don't trust me?' Lucius looked disbelievingly at Severus.

'In politics and war, yes, I do. Explicitly,' Severus said, brushing the hair back from his face. He wasn't fifteen any more. He couldn't keep hiding. 'But love...'

'Oh,' Lucius said. 'I see.' No words were needed to remind any of them about how their relationship had been broken up. Narcissa. 'So this is about...' Lucius frowned, slightly confused. 'What has Remus Lupin to do with love? Why is it we are having this particularly strange conversation? You hate him, and now you are trying to mess his life up further?

'Not so much, no,' Severus said, taking a deep breath. 'I'm in love with him.'



'The imagery in the 1789 song... it metaphorically underlines England's strained relationship with France by using Slytherin and Gryffindor to contrast each other.' Adrian moved a bit. 'Yes! Like that! Fuck, Remus!' The young former Slytherin moved his decidedly well-muscled body to get Remus' cock further up his arse.

'I don't agree,' Remus moaned and thrust upwards, making sure every inch was inside Adrian's tight hole. 'The Scottish giants were playing a game with... oh.... the heads of their... good Lord... enemies that...' Remus had a hard time continuing; he had placed his hands on Adrian's hips and assisted him in moving quite ferociously on his cock. Remus closed his eyes to concentrate. 'And the song describes that incident, to illustrate how enmity and cruelty compared to- Oh! Oh!'

'No,' Adrian moaned as he rode Remus hard. 'You are wro... ong. All the... please... faster!' Adrian was becoming a bit incoherent. 'All the girls named Marianne were sorted into Slytherin that year, and the last line in the song tells us that this was- Remus, yes. Oh... More. God, Fuck me! Fuck me!' Adrian threw his head back, gasping for air.

'It is just a coincidence, Adrian. Just because... the French... oh, you're so tight... Revolution's symbol was... Adrian! Yes! Ride me harder! Gods, this is good!' Remus dug his fingers into Adrian's hip, trying to get some momentum so he could ram himself harder up the young man's gorgeous arse. 'The symbol was a woman!'

'A woman called Marianne, yes! Yes!' Adrian used his nails to scratch long lines down Remus' chest. 'I'm coming. Touch me, Remus! Dammit! Pull my cock and let me come! Harder! Fuck me harder!

Remus did as he was told, brutally wanking Adrian until he was unable to say anything at all. Remus threw in the final strike. 'I don't... believe... the Sorting Hat... knew! Yes! I'm coming, Adrian! I'm coming inside you!' Remus moaned loudly, not entirely dishonest, since Adrian was a good fuck, and the dynamic between them worked rather well. The bed creaked, and the recently published book they had been discussing the entire afternoon - The Sorting Hat's Songs: Predictions or Pretentious Poetry - hit the floor with a loud sound. Remus tightened his grip around Adrian's cock, and his client cried out and splashed come over himself and Remus' stomach.

'I swear we are going to analyse Shakespeare's Sonnets next time,' Adrian groaned and slumped down on top of Remus. 'Some of them are so boring I am able to hold back for much longer.'

Remus laughed, a bit exhausted. He was usually able to come with Adrian, and the casual way they fucked had helped Remus get over the incident with Macnair in a way Severus hadn't been able to. Severus was not the next client. Severus was... something else, entirely. Someone who made Remus wish he was able to avoid touching Macnair or Adrian or any other man but Severus for the rest of his life. However, to have this uncomplicated fuck without being either scared of an insane customer or immensely attracted to a man he might come to feel deeply about had helped Remus getting back his usual cheery disposition and positive attitude that nine years as a prostitute hadn't been able to ruin entirely.

It only took a few minutes before Adrian moved. 'I have to get back to work. I'd like to stay longer, but not today. The new Headmaster has made us all work overtime. Poor students when he returns.' Adrian grinned. 'I always dreamed of having detention with him, you know. But he seems very cold now. I doubt I can misbehave enough to make him issue a ministerial detention.' He rose from the bed. 'At least I can try.' Adrian winked and grabbed his clothes, disappearing into the bathroom.

'You could,' Remus whispered. 'But I doubt you'd have any luck.'



'I missed you.' Remus wrapped himself around Severus as soon as he stepped inside the door to Remus' private flat. 'I have the evening off.'

'Do you now?' Severus was a bit overwhelmed by having his arms full of a very loving werewolf. 'Are you in heat or something? I didn't think you...'

'Depends. Depends on who. Today was not bad at all. Not like...'

'Don't think about him. He'll never touch you again.' Severus leaned in and kissed Remus softly. 'Are you sure you...'

'I actually wish one of us was able to finish a sentence,' Remus said. 'It becomes frustrating to try to guess.' He stroked Severus' cheek tenderly. 'I'd like to make love to you.'

'Is that so?' Severus could feel arousal simmer and burn inside him by the mere thought of Remus' hands on his body. They were behaving like teenagers, as if none of them had ever had enough of what they gave each other.

'Mmm, that is very much so,' Remus growled softly, and moved a hand to Severus' arse, sensing the wolf returning full force. 'Or maybe I should just take you hard over the desk to begin with.' Remus licked Severus' earlobe, then bit it, not too gently. It made Severus hiss. 'Do go on like that,' Remus said. 'Make more noises. It arouses me.' He licked again and bit, harder this time.

'Oh,' Severus said, feeling his ability to stand or speak disappear. He wrapped his arms around Remus' neck, tilting his head slightly to give Remus access to his neck. 'What noises do you want me to make? Moan? Like when you fuck me deeply? Or whimper, like when you have four fingers inside me, and you move your hand faster to make me? Or maybe you'd like me to scream, like when you hurt me and take me at the same time?' Severus leaned back, baring his throat. 'Tell me - or even better, help me to make noises for you.'

Remus knew a few sounds he'd love to hear. The wolf was awake, striding and rubbing just underneath his calm surface. It wanted very much what Severus offered, and so did Remus. He needed to take back control of his life and mind, and what way would be better than fucking Severus hard and fast over any surface sturdy enough to hold them? What would be better than Severus' pained moans and the look of submission in his eyes? Remus smiled, the smile white and flashing and dangerous. 'I'll help you.' He let go of Severus and grabbed the hem of his coat, without further ado ripping it open. Severus made a lovely surprised sound as the fabric tore and buttons and pieces of black wool flew through the air.

'Lupin! That was unne-' Severus was silenced as Remus grabbed him and pulled him over to the small desk under the window. With one arm, he pushed papers and quills down on the floor, then threw Severus over it, ripping his shirt to shreds as he pushed Severus down over it. Severus could feel Remus' nails over his skin as his lover growled over him, ripping another hole in the shirt.

'Off. Get it off,' Remus growled, the sound so deep it rumbled against Severus' back. Severus let out little yelps every time a nail scratched him, and Remus leaned over him to close his jaws over Severus' neck. Severus froze under him, in an almost instinctive reaction to the wolf's bite. 'Open it, get it off, get ready,' Remus growled incoherently, the wolf almost going mad inside him, maybe a reaction to Remus' state since the Macnair incident. 'Off! Want to fuck you. Want to be in you!' Hands scrabbled over clothes, and trousers were pulled down.

Severus made little encouraging noises, feebly scrabbling to reach his wand. Remus was going wild, and he liked it. He wasn't, however, prone to let Remus push inside him without any preparation, and a quick spell spread a warm, slick feeling in Severus' channel, widening him enough not to break. 'You're an animal, Lupin! Show me how much,' Severus encouraged, wanting this Remus, wanting his dominant lover to take charge. 'Fuck me, put your cock in my arse and fuck me hard.'

The sound Remus made was less than human. He couldn't think, wouldn't. He just wanted to mate with his lover, to reclaim his body and state his alpha status. Almost devoured by the blinding lust, he grabbed his cock and pushed against Severus opening, enjoying the anxious whimpering, as if Severus knew it would hurt. Remus pushed in, trying to go slow, but instinct took over, and almost before his entire length was encased in the hot tightness, he was rutting against Severus' back, teeth buried in the skin if his neck. Good! So damned good!

Moaning from the exquisite mingle of pressure and pleasure and pain, Severus grabbed the edge of the desk. Remus was inside him, invading him, so hard and so good. 'Remus! Yes... please, fuck me... make me feel you...' Severus' words disappeared into a series of gasps and whimpers as Remus bit through his skin, hard; growling and tearing and fucking. The fast thrust of Remus thick cock in his arse were rapidly pulling Severus with him in a haze of pleasure. Severus began jerking himself off, following the quick rhythm of Remus' fucking.

Too soon, Remus was unable to hold back. He just let go, almost howling as the orgasm hit him. A few hard thrusts made Severus cry out, as Remus emptied himself in his lover's body. Severus hadn't come, and in the haze of orgasmic bliss, Remus pulled out, making Severus moan something offensive, then sank to his knees behind Severus, spreading his cheeks. The smell of Severus was lovely, and the wolf wanted it. Remus buried his tongue in the mess of slick oil and his own juices, licking Severus' arse until he came, crying and muttering a wonderful litany of obscenities.

It was true. Severus really made the most delicious sounds. Remus stood and wrapped his arms around a spent Severus. 'Thank you,' he whispered softly in his lover's ear. 'I think I feel much better now.'

On to chapter 16