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author: bronze_ribbons, kink: adultery, kink: bondage, kink: fisting, kink: rimming, kink: sex toys, kink: spanking, remus/bill/charlie, remus/severus

REPOST FIC: Adored (BW/CW/RL, SS/RL)
Title: Adored
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Bill/Charlie/Remus, Severus/Remus
Words: 200 + 400 + 1500-ish + 1220-ish
Kink(s): Could be read as dubcon; borders on Weasleycest. Handballing, bondage, flogging, casual adultery, sex for hire, rimming, adoration of feet, magicked lube.
Notes: Originally written in honor of snegurochka_lee's birthday, 25 November - 8 December 2005. It started out as a one-shot double drabble...


Favoured

Lupin glared at Snape. "What do you mean, you'll have to leave me like this? Bill and Charlie will be here any minute now!"

"I mean just what I said." Snape pulled on his gloves, his many layers of clothing a stark contrast to Lupin's naked, spreadeagled form. "Since you won't ask for what you want, extreme measures must be taken."

Even though he knew the effort would net him nothing, Lupin strained against the scarves binding his wrists and ankles to the bed. "Severus. Release me."

"So I shall," Snape said, "but as and when I see fit, and not before. Ah, gentlemen!" he said, as Bill and Charlie Apparated in.

"Hullo!" said Bill. Charlie didn't answer, his shrewd eyes already assessing Lupin's body.

Snape cocked an eyebrow. "I see your brother wastes no time," he said to Bill.

The cursebreaker's grin widened. "Not when something's worth handling."

Snape's eyes gleamed. "Well, do proceed," he said, and swept out.

"Severus --" Lupin hissed.

"He'll be back," Charlie reassured him.

"Once we've prepared you," Bill added, shedding his robes.

"Prepared!?" Lupin exclaimed.

Charlie scooped up a fistful of lube. "We have orders," he grinned, and climbed onto the bed.


Devoured

Charlie stretched his hand toward Bill. "Think that'll be enough?"

"To start? Possibly." His brother finished fastening a cock ring around the base of Lupin's length and balls, lightly tonguing them before straightening up. Charlie extended his hand to Bill, who peered at the glistening mound of salve and then murmured a French charm over it. A shower of sparks spilled across Lupin's chest and thighs, causing him to yelp and writhe as they skittered across his skin.

"That's new," Charlie commented. "You learn that from Fleur?"

Bill grinned. "Impressive, isn't it? Like being bitten by a hundred vicious little stars," he said, looking sideways at Lupin. Their captive confirmed Bill's observation with a nod and a hiss.

Charlie leaned in towards Lupin's face, his palm still cradling the shimmering cream. "Snape is right," he said. "You are far too reserved and polite for your own good." He suddenly wrapped his hand around Lupin's cock, slathering it with the lube. Lupin gasped and struggled as the two men began to paint the concoction all over his body, their hands alternating between fisting his cock and smearing sparks across every inch of skin they could reach. Helplessly aroused, he bucked and swore, increasingly agitated as Bill and Charlie teased him without mercy, as much with their running conversation as with their wicked fingers and mouths:

"Told you it wouldn't be enough--"

"That's all right, Snape left practically a bucket--"

"Oh, that got our man's attention--"

"Remus, you realize this is all about Snape, right?"

"And you, of course, but it's the same thing, isn't it?"

"Not so fast. Snape's all about Snape."

"I don't think Remus liked you saying that, Charlie."

"No?" Charlie shrugged. "Snape's different around him."

"Snape's different these days, period. You've spoiled him, Remus."

"We used to think he was a scary, evil bastard--"

"Now we just think he's a scary bastard."

"This sleeping with him, you're totally daft--"

"But he definitely gets points for taste."

"Oh yeah. Merlin, you're so, so fuckable--"

"And that's a lucky thing, since we're to make you come--"

"At least three times before Snape returns--"

Charlie released the cock ring. Lupin screamed as his climax overwhelmed him.

His body was still limp as Bill charmed more lube.

"Snape specified three. We want at least five," he said.

As Charlie claimed his mouth, Lupin trembled.



Scoured

As the fourth orgasm slammed through him, Lupin blacked out, both mind and body demanding respite from the relentless barrage of pain and pleasure Bill and Charlie had visited upon him.

The second climax had overtaken him as Charlie fucked his mouth and Bill fisted him, the latter ruthlessly rotating and grinding his large knuckles deep inside Remus until he'd thought he was going to pass out from the stimulation-- or from not being able to breathe, what with Charlie's thick cock gagging him more effectively than any rag or pillow or rubber contraption could have done.

"All right up there?" Bill had asked Charlie.

"You were slacking, mate," Charlie had replied. "He's still too much in control. Never came close to triggering the anti-biting charm."

"Really?" Bill had looked at Lupin, impressed. "Utterly considerate to the core, aren't you? Can't lose yourself, can you, even in the throes of being opened..."

Charlie had finished cleaning his own cock and tossed the towel aside. "Snape did mention that. But more elegant, like."

Bill had grinned. "True." The grin had then turned feral. "And if you think I was slacking, Snape will certainly say so. And that won't do." He had made as if he were going to withdraw his hand-- and then he'd thrust it back in, deeper and harder and far more brutal than before, proceeding to punch-fist Lupin without mercy. Lupin's yells had turned into moans, and the moans into harsh gasping and panting as sensation outraced breath. Charlie had returned his attention to Lupin's chest, massaging more fire-charmed lube into his ribs while tugging and chewing on his nipples.

Even as the third orgasm sizzled through his veins, Lupin had sensed Bill looking him over with a critical eye. "Nope, still too many brain cells intact."

Lupin would have raised his eyebrows if opening his eyes hadn't seemed like so much work. Instead he'd contented himself with whispering, "What, were Severus's instructions to murder me with sex? And here I'd thought things were going so well."

Charlie had replied, "Oh, it's pretty obvious they are. However, your ability to form coherent sentences should vanished half a bucket of lube ago."

Bill had added, "Drives Snape nuts. Especially given that you turn him into inarticulate goo within minutes."

Lupin had been so shocked his eyes had flown open. "He did not tell you that!"

Bill's voice had been smug. "Of course he didn't. That hotel in Rotterdam last year? You guys forgot to cast a Silencing Charm."

Lupin's head had sunk back onto the pillow. "Oh, hell!"

Bill had replied, "You shouldn't feel bad. Fleur wanted to send you both a thank-you note, she hadn't heard anything so hot in ages."

Charlie had said, "September, was it?"

"Yeah -- why?"

"With the baby due in June, it figures."

Bill had responded with a lazy shrug. "Speaking of hotels, I like this room," he'd said, looking around. "Maybe I'll book a room here next September."

Charlie had nodded. "Fleur would definitely approve. In the meantime, we have a Lupin here--"

"Indeed. Time for some upright attention." Keeping Lupin impaled on Bill's arm the entire time, the team had untied him from the headboard, Levitated him, and rebound his wrists and ankles to the St. Andrew's cross Charlie Summoned from behind a screen. Lupin had found being hauled into this new position to be both uncomfortable and arousing: it would have been peculiar enough, being forced to stand spread wide; doing so with Bill's fist still inside him--

"Isn't this uncomfortable for you?" he'd asked, thinking of the odd crouch Bill must have had to adopt to maintain contact.

Bill had sounded extremely amused, kneading his fist gently against Lupin's walls as he answered, "Still with the politeness! No wonder Snape asked us to help."

Matching Bill in gentleness, Charlie had muttered a sophisticated Cleaning charm and then slowly dragged wet towels and then dry ones across Lupin's skin, wiping away the layers of lube, come, sweat, and other substances spilled and smeared and dried across his body since the start of their ministrations. As the towels sponged and lifted away the stickiness and slipperiness, Lupin had felt newly naked and exposed-- all the more so with his arse still stuffed with Bill's forearm and dripping with lube.

Then Charlie had caressed his back with the fronds of a flogger, the leather heavy against his skin. Caressed and then flogged, caressed and flogged, Lupin had shuddered and moaned, held in place by the cross and by Bill's fist, with nowhere to retreat from the sensations plundering him: any movement intensified their effect, yet not responding-- keeping his body still, keeping his mind collected-- had not been an option, not with the tandem of the flogger and the fist both insisting on their due. Lupin had writhed, gasped, cried out, and sobbed as Bill and Charlie wrung from him his body's pleasure, their growls and whispers urging him to let go of himself, to let himself be taken care of, to let his mind succumb to the rush of his own desires--

Charlie caught Lupin and spelled off the restraints the instant his climax pulled him over the edge. As Lupin slumped in Charlie's arms, Bill carefully worked his hand back out.

"We didn't kill him, did we?"

"Nah. His pulse is still strong."

"Whew. What a workout. Werewolf stamina, I swear."

"You know, I didn't entirely believe Snape until now. Any other man, you'd need illegal potions to keep his cock coming back that quickly."

"Mate, it wasn't that long ago you were sixteen."

"Bill, it's been long enough since Lupin was. And Snape's no spring chicken--"

"You didn't hear them in Rotterdam."

"Next time we're near a Pensieve, you are so sharing that."

"Maybe. Next time we're near a Pensieve I'd rather replay this."

Charlie looked at his brother with respect. "Good thinking. What now?"

"I still want five."

~~~

When Lupin came to, he found himself floating between the two Weasleys, adrift in the middle of a gargantuan tub.

"I do like this suite," said Bill.

Charlie smiled. "Welcome back, Remus."

Lupin swallowed. "Dare I ask?"

Bill said, "Of course not."

Charlie said, "The whole point of our assistance is to get you to stop thinking."

Bill said, "To besiege you with bliss."

Lupin said, "How could you possibly not notice you fried my brain last round?"

Charlie said, "Ah, but you're already worrying again."

Bill said, "About what's next. About what you should do. And what you shouldn't."

Charlie said, "We're not even Legilimenses and we can see that."

Bill said, "How you think you shouldn't want so much."

Charlie added, "How you won't ask for it."

Bill said, "Drives Snape crazy. Crazier, like."

Charlie said, "I wish someone wanted me to let it all go."

Lupin murmured, his voice drowsy, "I'm actually close. But not with you guys."

Bill and Charlie exchanged looks with each other. "Oh?" Bill asked.

"'Swarm. 'Snice. But you aren't Severus..."

Charlie grinned at Bill. "Our feelings ought to be hurt."

Bill grinned back. "Shown up sexually by Snape! Oh, it burns!"

"That was the lube," Remus sleepily interjected.

"Right, then," said Charlie. "We've done our part. You're so relaxed Snape won't know what to do with you."

"Bollocks," said Bill. "Snape always has a plan. Besides, you're forgetting."

"Forgetting what?"

"Five."

"Once a Head Boy, always a Head Boy," Charlie grumbled, but his hands were already roaming to Lupin's thighs. Bill drifted up to Lupin's face and murmured, "We did promise Snape that we'd be thorough." As he combed his fingers through Lupin's hair, he began to chant another spell, one that slowly snaked its way across the entire surface of Lupin's body, washing through every pore until he felt he had been scoured and rinsed clean. The spell tickled and tingled as it travelled across his skin, and when it finally swirled around his cock, he helplessly arched against the fluid nothingness of the water, supported by Bill and Charlie's arms as pleasure claimed him once more.

When they returned to the bedroom, the bed had been remade with clean sheets and fresh pillows. The bucket of lube had been banished out of sight, and new tapers filled the candleholders. Snape himself sat in an armchair, still fully dressed, looking for all the world as if he'd been reading by the fire all evening.

He inclined his head. "Gentlemen."

Bill and Charlie deftly tucked the still-dizzy Lupin into the bed and retrieved their robes. "Sir."

Snape raked Lupin's sleepy, sated form with a critical stare, and then nodded. "Well done. You will find your reimbursements with your cloaks."

Bill held Snape's eyes. "It was our pleasure, sir." Charlie nodded his assent. They Summoned the rest of their belongings and Disapparated within seconds.

Snape glided to the bed, sat on its edge, and placed a hand against Lupin's cheek.

Lupin murmured, "This was unbelievably generous of you, and them. No matter what you paid."

"It's no more than you deserve, Remus."

"If you truly believe that, then take off your clothes and take me."



Savoured


Instead of complying, Snape leaned closer to Lupin and let his left hand travel downwards, wriggling his fingers against Lupin's ribs.

He was rewarded with a soft, amused snort. "They really were thorough, Severus. Not even the soles of my feet are ticklish at this moment."

"Is that so?" Snape twisted around and lifted the covers at the foot of the bed so that Lupin's feet were exposed. Conjuring a feather, he danced it across Lupin's soles, alternating its light stabs with those of his fingertips.

"Really thorough," Lupin murmured.

Snape murmured back, "So why are you asking for more?"

Lupin rubbed his feet against Snape's hands, seeking. "There's one last edge..."

(toes against a palm)

"...that has nothing to do with thorough..."

(heel brushing a wrist)

"and everything to do with you"

(both feet trapping the wrist between them).

"I see," Snape said, and began to trace the fine network of lines on Lupin's soles with his tongue.

"Ahhh, so you do," Lupin breathed. He remained still, his body lingering in contentment as Snape laved his feet, and then his calves, and then traveled up the inside of his thighs, his tongue claiming every inch of skin while his fingers mapped Lupin's contours with the familiarity of expert acquaintance.

When the fingers reached Lupin's hips, Snape pushed himself up and lay down on top of Lupin, still fully dressed.

"Perhaps I should hire the Weasleys before your next transformation, mm?"

"Don't be daft, Severus. Think of the hell recovery would be once the endorphins wore off."

Snape frowned, peering more closely at Lupin's face. "You didn't like this, then?"

Lupin caught the hint of uncertainty in Snape's voice and opened his eyes. "Loved it." He held Snape's eyes with his own. "Also loved getting smeekit on gillywater shooters, and you know what that was like the day after."

Snape arched a brow. "I know what you were like the day after; I stuck with straight Inverleven."

Lupin rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. Who'd have thought you'd be the more sensible of us two..."

Snape smirked and deliberately ground his hips against Lupin's, eliciting a gasp from the other man. "Sensible, mm?" he purred. "The sensible thing would be to tuck you back under the covers and let you regain--"

Lupin threw an arm around Snape's shoulders, holding him close. "Don't. You. Dare."

Snape thrust again against Lupin. "Why, Remus. Giving orders?"

Lupin grinned at him ruefully. "Was this not about me not asking for what I want?"

Snape brushed his lips against Lupin's jaw. "Sweet Salazar. Twenty points to Gryffindor for conceding the obvious."

Lupin turned his head, allowing Snape's lips access to the other half of his jawline. He mumbled, "Clothes. Off. You. Inside me."

In response, Snape nipped and licked his way down Lupin's torso, shedding his robe and undergarments as his teeth lightly scraped against nipples and forearms and ribcage. It was a marvelous thing, Snape thought, being able to taste the infinitesimal changes in Lupin's flesh as it warmed to his attentions, the mellow afterglow of the bath slowly receding as arousal began its advance through Lupin's veins. It was as though desire brightened the blood, Snape mused, tasting its presence as his mouth travelled lower and lower.

"Severus," Lupin groaned. "Severus -- ah!" Snape had murmured an advanced hovering charm -- one that had lifted the lower half of Lupin's body just a few inches off the bed. Just enough space for Snape to slide his face underneath Lupin's arse and spread his cheeks apart and begin to claim him there, his tongue licking and stabbing at the earlier-scoured hole with maddening deliberation.

Lupin was breathing heavily now, his face and upper body markedly flushed. The hovering charm held him half-sprawled and half-suspended in place, as helpless as if Snape had once again bound him to the bed. His lover was showing him no mercy, fingers joining the dance of tongue and lips at his entrance, stroking and rubbing around and around and just inside--

"Severus--"

Snape stretched two fingers inside Lupin in reply, smiling as his captive hissed and clutched at the sheets. Leaving his fingers in place, he wriggled out from underneath Lupin, twisting himself up so that he sat on his knees between Lupin's legs. He regarded the werewolf's glazed yet hungry expression with satisfaction, watching pleasure flash across Lupin's face as his fingers continued their conquest of Lupin's channel.

"Severus," Lupin begged. "Almost. Want you. Take me."

He loved Lupin like this, shoulders wantonly writhing against the sheets. He loved the intensity of the craving he heard in Lupin's voice -- the impatience thickening Lupin's breaths as Snape stretched each moment to its longest, letting his fingers sketch runes on the surface of the salve before scooping out tiny smear-worths, coating his cock and preparing Lupin's hole in as slow and tantalizing a fashion as he could muster, given the depth of his own wanting.

"Damn you, Severus," Lupin panted. "Take."

Snape lifted Lupin's legs so that the other man's feet rested on his shoulders. He turned his head and lightly bit down on one of Lupin's heels as he thrust into him. His left hand clasping the foot to his shoulder, he lazily sucked and nuzzled his way up and down the sole as his right hand fondled Lupin's member.

Lupin's breath hitched as he ground out, "Severus, I am not a fucking trifle. Just because... Minerva loves it... when you commit obscenities on spoons--"

Snape made a show of tonguing the ball of Lupin's foot. "Minerva has high standards. One must keep in practice."

"So help me Merlin--"

Snape released Lupin's foot and surged forward, eyes glittering. "Oh?"

Lupin trembled against Snape's hand. "For this, I'm going to knot up your balls for days."

"What do you think it was like the last time you were away?"

"Why are you asking me what I think when you could be -- ohhhaaahhh."

"Because," Snape said, "rendering you incoherent--"

"Dear God -- ahhh -- ohhhh -- oh, God-- ohhhh--"

"-- is almost my greatest pleasure in life."

"You -- you --- ahhhh -- unnh -- I -- ahhhhh, ahhhhh, AHHHHH--"

Exultant, Snape held nothing back as Lupin arched and spilled against his hand, his own climax rocking them both with its ferocity. Clinging to each other through the aftershocks, neither Snape nor Lupin managed to mutter a suitable cleaning spell until ten minutes later.

While Snape banked the fire and doused the lights and rearranged the bedcovers, Lupin lay beside him as if dead. Once Snape lay back down, however, Lupin sleepily rolled into his partner's embrace, his face almost invisible underneath the duvet as he nuzzled Snape's collarbone.

"Mmmm," he sighed, savouring the scent and warmth of the other man's body. Snape kissed the top of his head and Lupin snuggled even closer. Drifting on the verge of sleep, he murmured, "Almost?"

"Almost," Snape affirmed, his own voice drowsy yet firm. He slid down just enough for his lips to meet Lupin's.

"Then, what?"

Snape didn't pretend not to understand. "This," he softly said. "That, after everything, that this is us."