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Snapelike (snapelike) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-16 21:42:00

LMoM: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore, Part 16 (SS/RL)
Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 16/31
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Pairing, all-over: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape
Additional pairings, this chapter: none
Kink(s): alpha!Remus, hair fetish
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word count: 4,800 - and here, half way through LMoM, the word count for the first 16 chapters is approximately 54,000. Eeek!
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 15

Friday, 16th May, 2008 - A Conspiracy

Severus tried to move. He wasn't really awake, and the weight on his back puzzled him for a moment.

'Lie still,' Remus growled over him, tightening the grip around Severus' wrists. 'You're mine.' Remus had woken up early: the wolf had been impatient. The waxing moon was pulling and pushing it, making it stronger. Remus knew better than to fight the inner beast when there was an outlet for the restlessness. Severus provided such an outlet. Under him, Severus fought, trying to turn. 'Do as I tell you,' Remus said. 'The wolf wants you.'

It made Severus moan. In a few weeks, he had realised that the more the wolf part of Remus was let out to play, the rougher and more dominant he became. Severus liked this part of the wolf; the part that made Remus want to take and tear and rut and claim. Severus didn't care if he was bent, this safe aspect of the beast... he loved it. No matter how base and instinct-driven Remus' sexual desires were, Severus didn't mind being the target of them. Not at all. Severus moaned again, as Remus roughly pinned his wrists against the white sheet with one hand. Remus' knees were pushing Severus' shoulders down, making him unable to move.

'You're lovely. Want you too.' Remus' voice was dark and rough, as if the wolf's growls were trying to take over. He grabbed Severus' long, black hair with one hand, wanting to make it smell less of the lemon-scented shampoo Severus used and more of wolf and pack.

'Ah,' Severus gasped as Remus pulled his hair. 'Yes!' Anything that made Severus feel powerless. He belonged to Remus, and he wanted the belonging to have a physical outlet. 'My Remus,' he whispered into the soft pillows, knowing Remus might hear it. 'Want to be yours. Show me.'

Another hard pull, and Remus couldn't hold back the desire burning inside him. The softness of the long hair, the scent of lemon and Severus and the need to have, made Remus move close enough to let Severus' fur-soft hair brush over his cock. Oh Merlin! 'Severus... oh!' Remus growled again; the feeling of Severus' hair made the wolf insanely needy. Remus did it again. Severus didn't protest, and Remus let himself do what he pleased. 'Keep your hands down, or I'll punish you hard,' Remus whispered, making it clear he didn't want Severus to fight him now. 'I'll whip you until you aren't able to sit for a week.'

Not that Severus would mind, but on the other hand he wouldn't interfere with what Remus was doing. Obviously, Remus had found something he wanted to explore, and Severus enjoyed being told what to do, so he kept his hands on the mattress, just relishing the hard pull of his hair. 'Yes, Remus,' he whispered, accepting what his lover was doing.

Burying both hands in Severus' hair, Remus thrust his hard cock into the silky mass. He was leaking pre-come already, smearing it into the long hair. It felt utterly fantastic: warm and alive, strands of hair tickling and spilling over the sensitive tip. It wasn't tight and hot the same way Severus' lovely arse and mouth were, but it was... good. So good. Remus growled wordlessly and wrapped some of the black strands around his length, pulling and rubbing. 'Mine,' he said, suppressing the wolf enough to speak coherently. 'So soft...'

'Pervert,' Severus murmured, almost lovingly. 'You're not satisfied before you have desecrated every part of me.' He moved, pressing his erect cock against the sheets. 'Do it,' he urged. 'Want you to.'

Remus didn't need any encouragement. He thrust faster, closing both hands around the black mane and his cock, making a tight, silken cave. It didn't take long before he let out a feral growl and came, rubbing semen into Severus' hair. Under him, Severus made a small, 'oh', and shivered, coming, too.

They stayed like that for a little, Remus just sitting, breathless, straddling Severus' back, and Severus, panting, with his head buried in the pillows. Finally, Remus let go, and helped Severus turn so they could kiss. 'I think I need a bath,' Severus said. 'I am going to be late for work.'

Remus kissed his lover again. 'Not today.' He sent Severus a wicked smile. 'I had Folly wake me up at six. You still have time for both bath and breakfast.'

Severus shook his head, his hair felt wet and heavy. 'Incorrigible.'

'Would you like me to be different?'

Severus wrapped his arms hard around Remus and kissed him tenderly. 'Not really, no.'



'Well, Severus! What a pleasure to see you here in time. Why this sudden punctuality?' Lucius smiled and pointed at the teapot. 'There is still tea left, if you want. Or maybe you've even had breakfast today?'

'Amusing, Lucius. Don't you have something sensible to do, like ruling a nation?' Severus took one of the bone china cups and poured some tea for himself.

'Oh, and in a good mood, too? Did your werewolf keep you up all night?' Lucius' eyes gleamed, and Severus knew the man had an agenda.

'Not any of your business, is it?' The reply implied that Lucius better not interfere.

'Not my business? When my second in command, my rising star, my adviser and friend more or less publicly declares that he is not only shagging a known traitor, prostitute and Muggle-lover, but also adds to it that he is in love; that he has begun a relationship with said traitor; one serious enough to sodding issue death threats against other high-ranking Death Eaters? How are you going to explain to me that "it is not my business", again? You are aware you are undermining my authority, Severus?

'It will only undermine your authority if you let it.' Severus glared at Lucius. 'How is it that you dare question me? You've all been fucking Lupin for the last half decade. I think that is what worries you - that he is not going to be under your control for long.'

'Severus, I love you. You are my friend. And I am going to say this very clearly because I don't want you to get hurt: I am not going to let Remus Lupin go. I am not going to release him from the contract he has with the Ministry. It is one thing that you... cut Macnair off, but I won't have any more of Lupin's clients coming here, telling me you threatened them.'

'Too bad,' Severus said casually, 'then I just have to dispose of them otherwise.' He made it obvious it wouldn't be beyond him. He had fallen so deep already: killing for what he wanted was not foreign to him, and if anyone ever treated his Remus like Macnair had done... there would be more killing.

'You wouldn't dare!' Lucius' eyes were angry and he slammed a hand down on his desk, making a small pile of documents slide over the edge and spread over the Persian rug on the floor.

'Try me.' Severus' eyes were just as angry. He wasn't afraid to challenge Lucius. 'And consider the days when you all used Remus as your expensive fuck toy as over. Not today, maybe. But I'll find a way to cut him loose.'

Lucius let out a sigh. The anger disappeared. 'You were always a stubborn brat, my Severus. You are not going to give up, are you?'

'No.' That was all Severus had to say about it.

'At least consider how you might damage my position. Rabastan and Rodolphus are standing in line to take over, if I take one wrong step. And they are not going to vote for a moderate approach to the Muggle-borns and their supporters.' Lucius sounded honest. 'If I could get the brothers under control, it wouldn't be so... compromising.'

'Lucius, you allowed Muggle-borns to marry into old families already. You have Granger producing Zabini's children - they have what? Five? You tolerate her weekly rants and her attempts to get her rights as a citizen of the wizarding world back, and you accuse me of compromising you?'

'Well, Granger was a mistake. How was I to know that Blaise would overcome his disgust with his prisoner and fall in love with the girl? She was pregnant already when he informed me. I couldn't very well throw him out of the wizarding world for doing what I asked him to.'

'You didn't ask him to shag her on a daily basis, I presume?'

'Making sure she was... contained. The shagging... I think that came later, and definitely not with my consent. But Blaise begged so nicely to make a decent woman out of her.'

'Salazar! You really have a heart.' Severus knew exactly which buttons to push. 'You finally realised that, when your precious son barely avoided our Lord's anger.'

'Don't mock me, Severus. I owe you for that... my son. Don't think I have forgotten.'

Severus sent Lucius a wry smile. 'Don't think I have, either. I'd have helped Draco anyway, but I like that you owe me.'

Lucius didn't say anything, he just bent down to collect the files from the floor. As he straightened up, his hair a bit mussed, he sighed deeply. 'I am not going to win this one, am I? You are aware it will have dire political consequences?'

'No. You are not. I'd even be willing to leave the wizarding world with Remus, if he wanted me to. But he has a son too, Lucius, which is why he has put himself in this situation.' Severus leaned forward, regarding Lucius with serious eyes. 'I know it might cause some unrest among the natives, but... do you want to continue the Lestrange line, or do you want to rule like a human being? As I see it, it is up to you - when we are together no one can beat us. Maybe you should just see this as a possibility for cleaning up a bit - to get some of the more radical voices silenced.'

Pursing his lips thoughtfully, Lucius tapped the desk with a finger. 'I worked hard to get this, Severus. I will not allow Rodolphus to take over; after Lord Voldemort's lovely way of doing things, I don't want anything like it again. I don't want the unpolished Muggle-born brats, no. But I am not entirely blinded by my opinions. I am not stupid, my friend.'

'If I thought you were, would I be here?' Severus smiled, this time softly. They understood each other, had always done so. 'I don't want them either. Marriages and connections like those of my parents' are to be discouraged. Of course there has to be some kind of continued action against those who stood against us during the war. But it was war, Lucius. No matter how little I agree with the Muggle-loving part of us, they are still witches and wizards. Condemning them, and sending them into exile might just increase the number of Muggle connections. Maybe it would be better to encourage them to stay and find their spouses in the wizarding world. Like Granger. Think of what might have happened had she been allowed to have children with a Muggle...'

'True,' Lucius said. 'That's a point. I'll consider it.'

'Do,' Severus said, knowing Lucius well enough to know he had won.' Do.'



'Can I speak with you?' Rabastan stuck his head in, giving Severus an impression of flaming red hair and green robes. Rabastan had become quite flamboyant since the Dark Lord had gone. It had been known since Hogwarts that the younger Lestrange only was interested in men. He had avoided all Lord Voldemort's attempts to marry him off to some pure-blood woman, and with good reason.

'Rabastan, come in.' Severus stood to greet his former friend. 'How are you? You look... fabulous.' Severus let his eyes slide appreciatively over Rabastan's willow-slender shape. He was more than easy on the eye.

'Fine.' Rabastan smiled and embraced Severus. 'Good to have you back with us. Have you really lived among Muggles for nine year?'

'I was raised a Muggle, as you very well know.' Severus wondered why Rabastan had dropped by. 'What do you want?'

'Always so direct. And at times so very sneaky and obscure.' Rabastan sent Severus a wide smile and sat down, uninvited, in a deep armchair. 'I suppose I'd better not waste your time; I understand you have interesting things to do with it.' Rabastan turned, flicking his wand to make the door close.

'Rabastan, that is not direct. Get on with it, man.' Severus was becoming impatient.

'Rumours go that you have found yourself a lover. I didn't know you were gay.'

'Have you come to talk about my private life, or are you just using it as a preamble to threaten me with some radical pure-blood fundamentalism crap?'

'My, my. It is nothing like that, Severus!' Rabastan looked like a kicked puppy. 'I am not like my brother.'

'Really? I seem to remember one or two times when you expressed the same enthusiastic glee about Muggle torture and killings. I wonder why you are included in the "radical" wing politically. But maybe you've changed? One never knows in this new world of ours.' Severus didn't think that was the case. Rabastan was just as biased as his older brother, both unable to listen to common sense, when it came to Muggles. The only difference between them was that Rabastan had left Azkaban with a bigger part of his mind unmolested. One might even argue he was close to being sane.

'Oh, I did. I won't deny that. But-' Rabastan paused. 'Can we talk about this... somewhere else? Walls have ears and all that.'

Now Severus was interested. What could be so important that Rabastan wanted this much secrecy and stealth? 'You want to go somewhere secluded with me to discuss whether I am gay?' Severus coughed slightly. 'I think not.' What the hell did Rabastan think?

'No! Salazar, no.' Rabastan laughed. 'That is not what I meant. Not that you are not-'

'Thank you. I have eyes too. Now can we get on with the lies and the beating around the bush, or are you actually going to leave a clue to what this is about?' Sseverus had happily forgotten all about how it was to deal with Slytherins only.

'It is in a way connected to your relationship with Lupin.'

'Everybody knows about it?' Severus somehow wasn't surprised.

'Maybe announcing it in the Daily Prophet might have been remotely easier if you wanted to spread the word. Threatening Macnair, then telling him you are Lupin's lover did the job almost as well.' Rabastan smirked. 'I doubt there is anyone in the Ministry who doesn't know yet.'

'And you are going to talk me out of it? To ensure I don't mingle with a traitor?' This was getting trite. It had been war, and Lupin a warrior. But the winning side was always right, of course.

'Not really.' Rabastan moved closer. 'Can you find a place to meet with me? Bring Lupin. Maybe somewhere Muggle?'

'Muggle?' Severus didn't keep his voice down. ' What is wrong with you, man? Are you-'

'Shhhh, Severus, please!' Rabastan became flustered and nervous. 'I mean it.'

'You haven't been anywhere Muggle in your entire life, Rabastan. How, exactly, are you going to fit in "somewhere Muggle"?' Severus couldn't figure out what was going on. Was this some kind of trap? 'Do you mind letting me in on at least a minor part of what this is about?'

'I have something I need to discuss with you.' The nervous look hadn't left Rabastan's face.

'Thank you, Mr Lestrange, for informing me. I hadn't understood that until now.' Severus sneered. 'Get on with it, or get out. I don't have time for this.'

Rabastan moved restlessly in his seat, looking at the door as if he was afraid somebody was listening. He flicked his wand, casting a charm. 'I don't dare say too much. Sound-proof charms are too easy to work around. In a random Muggle place... we can be safe.' Rabastan paused, as if considering what to say. 'We're in the same situation, Severus.'

'And what situation is that? We're both gay, Death Eaters, hired by the Ministry? Fill me in, will you. Preferably today.'

'Oliver Wood. I...' Rabastan did blush.

Now, that was a surprise. Severus' eyes widened. 'I suppose you want to discuss Ministerial contracts, or maybe the dissolving of them?'

'Precisely.' Rabastan seemed relieved that Severus understood so easily.

This was very valuable information. Quickly, Severus calculated what he could get out of this, and the result was a win-win situation. No matter what he did, he'd own Rabastan. 'Do you want the subjects in question to be present when we... consider our options?' Severus took a piece of parchment and scribbled down an address. 'This is a café near Hyde Park. Calm place, no one will raise an eyebrow if one arrives with another man.'

'Thanks, Severus. I'll inform the... my... subject.' Smiling his dazzling smile, Rabastan looked substantially happier than he had been when he arrived.

'Good. Meet me there at eight. Ask your subject to help you dress. You can't go like that.' Severus threw his hands in the air. 'And you know nothing about behaving... Muggle. Gods!'

'I'll learn. It seems I have to.' Rabastan pushed the chair back and stood.

'That'll be a first. But you may find out Muggles and Muggle-borns aren't that awful. Not all of them, at least.'

'I know, Severus. Unfortunately someone already made me see that.'



Severus was the first to arrive. He'd let his robe stay at the office, and was just wearing a black shirt and his usual black trousers. The mild May weather didn't require a coat. Severus' wand had been transformed into a small wallet that held a credit card to a Muggle bank. He was used to Muggle pecuniary transactions, and had found it easier to just use the card. He was standing outside the café when Remus arrived. He smiled, somehow seeing his lover in this environment made their relationship more real. That Severus had already made it public, at least in the small circle of Ministerial workers, hadn't made him feel the same way. Standing in the center of London, waiting for one's lover to arrive... that was real, and Severus looked as he felt: happy.

'Hello, love.' Remus greeted Severus with a kiss before they sat down at one of the outdoor tables. 'Oliver and Rabastan are on their way. They had a problem with Rabastan's clothes.' Remus' grin indicated that Rabastan hadn't found Muggle clothing adequate.

'You didn't tell me Rabastan and Oliver were lovers.' Severus felt betrayed, just a little.

'First of all, Rabastan is a client, and I didn't know where our relationship was going. I didn't dare, Severus. And I didn't know what was going on. The fools have been doing this behind my back.' Remus took his lover's hand, stroking it. 'They have barely reached a point where they are willing to admit it to me, so "lovers" might be a bit much. But they want to be. If it doesn't have dire consequences for any of them.'

Waving at the waiter, Severus ordered coffee for himself and a pint for Remus. 'Not blinding love?'

'No. Blinding attraction, I think. But Rabastan is still willing to sacrifice his standing in the wizarding world for Oliver.' Like you, Remus wanted to say. 'I doubt he'd be shunned. There are few as radical as Rabastan and his brother. To be honest, they both calmed down a notch when Lord Voldemort and the lovely Bellatrix were gone. Nothing like well-spoken rhetoric to inflame hate and prejudice, and Lucius has at least put an end to that.'

'And now Rabastan is able to see sense because he's finally found something he want?'

'Oliver is a very handsome and intelligent man. Passionate. Also, he has some status; he is after all a famous Quidditch star.'

They were interrupted by the arrival of the two men in question. They were not the only ones who noticed. Rabastan's almost androgynous beauty and remarkable red hair contrasting with Oliver's athletic build, dark tan, and fantastic blue eyes certainly attracted attention. That Rabastan wore a pair of faded jeans - very, very tight - and that Oliver's blue t-shirt left little to imagination when it came to what Quidditch did to a man's chest didn't make it better. They both looked wonderful, but together they were striking. Oliver had a possessive arm thrown around Rabastan's shoulder.

'Oh my,' Severus said, entangling his fingers with Remus'. 'If I hadn't already found the man I'd like to live with for the-' He stopped himself. Freud obviously hadn't lived and invented the term "Freudian slip" in vain.

Remus' turned to look at Severus, forgetting all about Rabastan and Oliver. 'Oh Severus.' His heart seemed to become rather soft, threatening to melt entirely. 'Would you mind completing that sentence?' This was insanity, indeed. The attraction Severus had felt was obviously more deep-felt than Remus had thought.

'You'd like that, stupid wolf!' Severus snapped and looked Remus deeply in the eye, the world around him disappearing. 'I love you.'

Severus was happy he had chosen a place where men with male companions were welcome, because the kiss Remus gave him might have upset lesser Londoners.

'Hem-hem.' Oliver coughed slightly. 'Gentlemen, we are in a public place.'

'Something you forgot before you dressed and left home, I take it,' Severus sneered as soon as he was able to breathe. 'As if anybody noticed with you and Rabastan flaunting your... ' Severus indicated with a wave of his hand what he meant. 'Discretion really wasn't the keyword when you decided we needed a stealthy meeting, was it?'

Oliver and Rabastan sat, and Severus made sure they had water, wine and coffee enough not to be disturbed for some time. Severus' hand was still resting in Remus'.

'You've seen the contract?' Remus asked Rabastan. 'Of course I know what mine says, but Oliver's?'

'I have.' Rabastan put a hand in Oliver's. 'No Quidditch if he doesn't stay at the brothel, and do whomever the Ministry - that's Lucius, and by his orders, Remus - sends his way.'

'Lucius has been fair, though,' Oliver said. 'I did fight the last battle, and he could have sent me to Azkaban. I had a choice.'

'We all did, only Lucius has been clever enough to promise us something we couldn't afford losing.' Remus nodded. 'Azkaban would have been worse. Our prison is a pleasant one, relatively speaking.'

'But none of you would have chosen this, had you not been forced.' Severus looked darkly at Rabastan. 'We're the ones who can change this.' Severus didn't know if Rabastan had the bollocks to stand up to Lucius, of if he could trust him at all. One thing was to fight the Ministry's less than brilliant decisions, another was to go against Lucius. Severus didn't want to break his trust, they would have to fight openly, so very atypically for them. Bravery... that was for fools. Courage was nothing but stupidity taken to a higher level. 'How much do you want this, Rabastan? Do you really want to stand up for yourself and fight your brother? Do you truly want Oliver enough to make a revolution?'

'As long as we're not talking about opening our society to Muggle-borns again, unless they are... re-educated.' Rabastan sent Oliver a look that could have melted icebergs. 'I'll be honest. I am not in love, but there might come a day where I am, and I don't want my lover caught in a prison he cannot leave if he wants to.' Smiling, Rabastan rubbed his fingers over Oliver's muscular arm. 'There might even come a day where I am loved more than Quidditch.'

Practical, if nothing else, the two lovers. Remus studied them, not speaking. He had his own battle to fight. Contrary to Oliver and Rabastan, he had love to help him through this, no matter how much time it would take to break free. What Severus wanted, Severus got, of that Remus was certain. If anyone could sway Lucius, it would be Severus. 'If you want me to, Oliver, I can assign you to take care of Rabastan only.' Remus turned to Rabastan. 'You'll have to pay the usual fees, to make certain the contract is upheld. I think we can work out a substantial discount, though.'

'Please.' Rabastan sent Oliver a bright smile. 'If Oliver wants it. I have Galleons enough to pay for him until he dies of old age.'

'How sweet. You'll love me when you have to float me around in a chair,' Oliver said and nodded his consent. 'I am still bound to London, and where ever the team is going, but it'll be a considerable improvement, I agree.' He leaned over the side of his chair. 'Thank you, Rabastan.'

'Oh, you can thank me in bed,' Rabastan said, very much looking like a cat that had just caught a fat mouse. 'You are going to earn every Knut by servicing me in the most delicious way.'

'I can hardly wait.' Oliver, too, looked satisfied and very interested in the suggestion.

'I'd prefer, though, if you did wait. At least until we leave this place.' Severus looked at Oliver the way he used to look at his students.

'Oh, Professor,' Oliver moaned. 'Look at me like that once more, and I'll regret that I've just been sold to Mr Lestrange.'

'Brat,' Severus growled, glaring at Oliver again. He still didn't understand what was so attractive about his strict attitude.

'You still have a few appointments, Oliver,' Remus reminded the young man. 'Will you be able to fulfill those? I am sure Rabastan wouldn't mind.'

'Could I watch?' Rabastan suggested, wickedly. He leaned over the table and whispered to Severus, 'I like it when Oliver is fucked by others. He's so damned hot to watch.'

'Yes, thank you. That was just about the most unnecessary thing to tell me,' Severus snapped. 'You're a pervert, Rabastan!'

'Oh, thank you! I knew you'd see it that way.' Rabastan preened and put a hand on Oliver's muscular thigh. 'Remus? Please?'

'If the clients in question allows you to. Otherwise, no. And Severus is right. You are a pervert!' Remus knew Rabastan too well to be even remotely appalled by his request. Compared to other clients, he was close to being vanilla.

Severus looked as if he had given up. 'Sex. Is that all you think about?'

'Oooh,' Remus teased. 'Because you never do that.'

'Never. I'm pure,' Severus huffed and crossed his arms. He knew very well exactly how much he thought about sex. Sex with Remus. Which was just about all the time he didn't think of politics and work, and some of that time too. 'What we do now,' he informed the others, 'is that I am going to put some pressure on Lucius. You, Rabastan, are trying to find out what your brother thinks of this; if he possibly can be convinced that nine years on one's back is enough for fighting a battle. You, Remus... you are going to find out which of your customers are prone to think of relieving the conditions for those incarcerated in brothels or marriages, or even in prison. The same goes for you, Oliver. Maybe you can even use some of the connections you have through Quidditch?'

'Anything else?' Rabastan asked, this time more serious.

Yes,' Severus said. 'Prepare for the possibility we all end up in Azkaban. We're starting a revolution, my friends.'


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