LMOM #16: The Captive [Remus/Severus, NC-17] Title: The Captive Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 597 Pairing: Remus/?, Remus/Severus Kinks: non-con, oral sex, collaring, bondage Challenge: Lusty Month of May (#16) Note: Another quickie... this is becoming too much of a habit. I'm making myself nervous. *crosses fingers and hopes she makes it for 15 more days*
"On your knees, wolf."
The command was issued from somewhere behind him. He was blindfolded, hands bound behind his back. He hesitated. The collar tightened around his neck. He couldn't breathe.
Remus wasn't sure how he got here. The last thing he remembered was being sent to help fight the Death Eaters. They were attacking a Manchester United football game, and the Order had found out from their spy - their spy who remained nameless.
There was a battle... he slipped... hit his head... and the world went black.
Who was their spy, and would he help him or would it compromise him too much? Would the Death Eaters kill him? Would they make him their play thing?
Wait... how the fuck did they know he was a werewolf?
His legs shook and he fell to the ground on his knees. The collar loosened. "Where am I?" he croaked.
There was a laugh – dark and menacing. He still didn't recognise the voice. "You don't ask questions, half-breed. You are here to service me and my followers, and if you're good... real good... maybe one of them will ask to keep you for his own."
Remus' blood ran cold, and he tugged on his bonds. This wasn't happening. It wasn't. Only, it was, he realised as the first semi-hard prick was shoved against his lips. He briefly thought about biting his unseen assailant... but what if THIS was the spy and he was trying to figure out someway to help Remus. Or what if he bit him and they killed him. He didn't want to die. He was only 18 for Merlin's sake.
He did the only thing he could do – he sucked. He sucked and licked until the cock was hard in his mouth. It was over quickly. And then there was another... and another.... and another. He wasn't sure how long it was before the tears soaked through his blindfold and began to run down his cheeks.
Long, thin fingers tangled into his hair, and Remus jumped. No one else had touched him. The hand slid around to the back of his head and tugged at the knot of the blindfold. His heart skipped a beat when he recognised the voice.
"Look at me, wolf. I want to see your tears as you suck me."
Severus. Oh God. He'll kill me. All the times I could have stopped them... all the times I could have helped him. He looked up at Severus through tear-soaked eyelashes. His throat was raw, his mouth dry, lips chapped. He could only hope that Severus would be the last one... and that he'd kill him quick. His eyes met Severus'.
Don't worry. I'll get you out of here.
Remus nearly gasped aloud, but he managed to hide it with a shudder. Severus. Severus was the spy. The tears that fell as he brought Severus to climax were tears of joy. Severus was going to save him.
"I want him," Severus said in his dark, silky voice. "I shall give him to Dumbledore when I am through with him. It will make the old fool trust me even more."
Remus heart stopped beating. Voldemort knew. Severus was a double spy. He was playing both sides.
Voldemort laughed. "Always the strategist. Take him. Break him. Make him yours."
Their eyes met again, and Severus' fingers curled under the collar. Remus choked. "Up," Severus growled. Remus stood slowly, and they disapparated.
Remus couldn't help but wonder what Snape had planned. He wasn't sure he really wanted to know.