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#lmom 2008, author: snapelike, kink: alpha remus, kink: bestiality, kink: d/s, remus/severus

LMoM: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore, Part 21 (SS/RL)
Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 21/31
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Pairing, all-over: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape
Additional pairings, this chapter: mentioned Remus/Monkey (and a few other animals) Oliver/Rabastan
Kink(s): D/s, semi-bestiality, alpha!Remus, werewolf claiming
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word count: 3,300
Link to all chapters: here.
Notes: Beta by the lovely envinyatar15 and wonderful red_day_dawning. I also apologise profoundly for the Monkey/Remus, but a Snapelike's gotta do what a Snapelike's gotta do. If you want an explanation to the monkeys, there's a hint here: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/pervy_werewolf/136943.html - I blame pre_raphaelite1! (As usual. She's so handy that way.)
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?

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Wednesday, 21st May, 2008 - The Beast

'Mate! Wake up. Want! Severus?'

Someone was growling his name. It was dark and Severus yawned, trying to wake up. Another growl made him startle as he realised he was in bed with Remus on the night of the full moon. Clearly, it was not a good thing that Remus' voice sounded as if a German Shepherd was trying to articulate its wishes though his vocal cords. 'Remus... what's wrong?' Severus pushed his fear away and reached out into the dark, not knowing what he'd find. He was relieved as he touched Remus' body, not the least furry, just naked.

'Want you.' It was hard to speak. Remus could feel the moon passing over his house: the moment, the one second it was full before it moved away, slowly waning. Speaking was almost too much. He needed all his strength to keep the wolf in check. The wolf wanted what Remus had had for almost a month now: its mate. The day had been so emotionally straining, and Remus wondered if taking Severus would lessen the wolf's hold on him. He didn't want to change. He didn't want the wolf to turn him inside out and overtake his body. The beast was pacing inside him, wanting blood and mate and hunt. 'Wolf's so strong,' Remus managed, clenching Severus' hand. 'Don't want to scare you.'

'You're not.' It wasn't entirely true. Severus had dealt with Greyback through the war, and the memory of Remus as a werewolf - even through the eyes of the child Severus - had faded, compared to that of the older wolf. But there were still remains of the fear Severus had experienced. Enough to make him shiver with a strange mix of fear and something else, something Severus preferred not to think about, especially after having seen Greyback's abuse of Remus.

'You're mine,' Remus growled, and Severus could feel him move in the bed, turning over and getting up on hands and knees. 'Want.'

'I have understood that,' Severus whispered. 'Remus... I...'

'Trying to... keep the wolf away.' Remus was breathing heavily, concentrating on not giving in to the moon. Thank Merlin he had Wolfsbane; he would stay sane, even if changing. 'If it can have you... it might... relax.'

'And you?' Severus asked, willing to give Remus everything he wanted, just as he had promised when he had accepted Lupin as his master in bed. 'Do you want me?' He didn't think so, but then again Remus had wanted sex after the incident with Macnair. It seemed as if lovemaking and sex with someone who cared helped Remus wash away the memories of what he had to endure.

'Always,' Remus said. 'Love you.' He didn't lie. He wanted Severus now. Not for the same reason as the wolf; Remus wanted the comfort he could find in his lover's arms. He wanted to cherish the love Severus had for him. If he could calm the wolf by letting it have Severus' body, Remus wasn't against it. There was no connection between the awful, distorted parody of sex Greyback had forced on him, and the sweet (or sometimes wild and rough) lovemaking he had with Severus. None.

'I love you,' Severus said and rubbed his hands over Remus' naked back. 'I'm yours. You can do to me what you want, that is what I promised you.' Severus quenched the fear that gnawed inside him. He had accepted to let a werewolf have his body on a full moon's night, and Severus knew there was a risk. One he really didn't want to take. Nevertheless, the fear aroused him slightly. He had lived so many years with adrenaline rushes every effing time he was summoned to the Dark Lord, and somewhere, deep inside, he had missed the thrill of being in danger. Now Remus offered it to him. Did he want to take the offer, despite the risks? He smiled, knowing Remus couldn't see it. 'Is there any reason tonight should be different, wolf?'

Remus let out a deep growl. He could have his lover, any way he wanted him, and it felt so good. He got a hold of the wolf, enough to speak properly. 'There's a... Severus, I might not be able to stay entirely in human form.' Remus understood if it would make Severus back out.

Inexplicably, it made Severus moan instead. He should be repulsed. He should flee. Only he began to unbutton his shirt, shivering from the thought of his childhood nightmare turn into something erotic, so powerful and overwhelming it spoke to Severus' most base needs. It was dominance and submission on a level he had never experienced, and he bloody wanted it! It was... depraved, but Salazar, he didn't care. 'You're not going to bite me.'

'No.' Remus was absolutely certain. He would rather die than contaminate another person, Severus least of all. 'But I'm going to-' Remus had to pause. He could feel the wolf push from inside, making his bones change. The moon was shouting a soundless cry on the sky, luring him to let go. '-be inside you. Can you... oh God... handle? Get... wand. Use if...'

Severus didn't reply. He reached for his lover and kissed him roughly, as Remus' growls rumbled deeply against his chest. This was like jumping into a lake without knowing how deep the water would be. It was precisely what Severus wanted: danger, risk, submission. And a rough fuck to get the tension they both had out of their bodies. Remus kissed him hard, thrusting his tongue into Severus' mouth to lick and taste and own. Severus hissed as Remus moved between his legs, already grinding hard against Severus' groin.

'Now... Severus...' Remus fumbled over Severus to get a hold on his wand on the bedside table. A flick lit a few candles, and yet another freed Severus of his clothes that disappeared entirely. Remus wanted, the wolf wanted, and it had to be now, before the moon and the beast made Remus disappear too. 'Want mate,' he groaned, to calm the wolf enough for him to enter Severus without hurting him. 'Turn!'

Severus whispered a spell, since there would be no time for preparation. He moved, trying to turn around when Remus let out a whimper. Severus hesitated. As he watched Remus, his lover's eyes became yellow, the pupils shrinking, and he stared into the eyes of the beast.

'Please, Severus.' Remus was lisping and his canines seemed to grow, sharp and pointy and dangerous.

Severus gasped at the sight of his transforming lover. Could he do this? Looking at the wolf was something else than fantasising about the beast fucking him. He let the fear take him and imagined how anxiety and lust would mingle and set him free of the remains of his childhood horrors. 'Yes,' Severus said, determinedly, and turned his back to the creature which had haunted his dreams for years. 'Want you.' There was such a freedom in letting go, Severus found. Maybe that was what Remus felt too, after Fenrir's disgusting abuse.

A heavy weight landed on his back and something slim and hard was thrust into him. Oh God. Eyes and teeth were not the only features that had changed. Remus... oh!

Remus pushed in. His altered parts made it easy, as he was already coming, like any canine, coming as soon as the bone-filled cock was hard and out its sheath. He groaned and let out a muted howl. He had never done this before, and both he and the beast wanted it. The long, thin cock was buried deep in Severus. The small, slightly frightened sounds Severus made encouraged the beast. Remus grabbed Severus' hands and pushed them forward, pinning them with brutal force to the mattress. Another hard thrust pushed Severus' body down, too.

Crying out in surprise, Severus looked at the furry paw-like fingers that ended in dangerous looking claws. He gasped, fear and pleasure fighting over his body and mind. The half-transformed hands did nothing to calm him. 'No more,' Severus moaned. 'Please, Remus... stay human.'

'Human enough to fuck,' Remus purred, his cock pulsing inside Severus' arse. Something was growing, and Severus realised there was a distinct difference between a human and a werewolf cock. Salazar help him! He was caught and there was nothing he could do but to receive Remus' attention, no matter what form he chose.

'Love you like this.' The voice was changing, the words almost incomprehensible. Remus moved a little, enjoying how he grew inside his mate. Felt so good. Severus was his, his mate, his lover. The swelling knot inside Severus' channel just underlined it. Remus closed his eyes and let himself and the wolf be carried away on the wave of pleasure.

Severus liked to be forced to have a cock up his arse. He liked feeling helpless. This... lying under a half-way transformed werewolf, unable to move, as the beast emptied itself in him during a half-hour long orgasm... Severus had never felt anything like it. He was bound to Remus and the beast; he could feel the swollen knot press against the sides of his widened hole, rubbing and moving every time Remus thrust into him. Severus was utterly helpless; forced to submit, to stay still, not able to come. His prostate was rubbed, making him want to move and have an orgasm, but impaled on the long werewolf cock and weighed down by Remus' body he couldn't. Not until Remus allowed him. If he moved he would be ripped open or bitten and the fear added to his submission, giving him the most powerful sexual experience in his life. The slowness of it made him able to enjoy the sex and dominance in another way. He'd always preferred hot, urgent, rough sex. This wasn't. It was painfully slow and dangerous and it was entirely about trust and about feeling Remus' deep pleasure during the prolonged orgasm. Severus could feel the wolf's fluid semen seep between his legs. Even that desecration was wonderful.

Severus felt bereft as Remus finally stopped shuddering. 'Up,' Remus said, and pulled Severus upon his knees, still with the engorged knot buried in his arse. 'I'll jerk you off. I'm going to fuck you hard now.'

Whimpering, Severus watched Remus push a hairy and oddly long-fingered hand between his legs. It looked like a stretched dog-paw, with claws and fur. It just made Severus more aroused. His submission was deep. He was being fucked by an animal. He could sink no lower. He had a wolf's prick deep in his arse, but at the same time, his lover was making love to him. Severus considered if this was how insanity felt, but soon Remus' rough strokes made Severus forget. The beast was pushing into him, making the knot massage his prostate. 'Remus!' Severus cried out and came. He had been aroused for so long that the could not stop himself as the huge beast took him.

'Mine,' Remus growled, almost no humanity left in his voice, and thrust in a final time. 'Mine!'

Severus had no energy left to agree. He just let himself slump down on the duvet. Remus' knot was finally shrinking inside him, and they moved apart; Severus turning on his back so he could hold his wolf. Remus smiled a strange smile - as well as possible with the sharp fangs and the odd inhuman eyes. 'Yours,' he managed. 'I love you.' That moment, it didn't matter what his lover looked like, or what form he took. Severus knew he loved all Remus was: beast and man.

'Sleep now, love-mate,' Remus managed, resting his head on Severus' shoulder. He let out a content sound, not human either. The wolf was satisfied and happy, lying with its mate. The other alpha had been killed. There were no major threats to Remus' happiness. Life was good.



When Remus made it out of the bedroom and the shower, slightly exhausted from his partial transformation during the early morning, he found Severus in the living room with a tray standing on the low coffee table by the sofa. He looked immensely satisfied and not in the least as if he regretted what they had done together during the rise of the full moon. 'Morning,' Severus said and put aside the morning paper he was reading (one Remus knew he didn't subscribed to, so Severus had probably fetched it). He sent Remus a warm smile. 'Slept well?'

'In a good mood?' Remus went over to the chair, bending over its blue upholstered back to kiss Severus on the cheek. 'You are all right?'

Severus stroked Remus' hand that rested on his shoulder. 'Yes. You did nothing I didn't want.'

'You're a braver man than I thought.' Remus nuzzled Severus' hair.

'And you are different as a beast. I can't believe I let you do this to me.'

'Honestly, neither can I. It... it let me try what I never thought I'd ever try. The wolf was very pliant, after.'

Severus huffed and put the paper down on the table. 'I noticed. I've never seen anybody fall asleep that quickly.' He looked up to meet Remus' eyes. 'There is toast and coffee for you.' He pointed at the tray. 'And maybe you should read the paper. There are so many interesting news this morning - even for a Muggle newspaper.'

'Is that so?' Remus went around Severus and sat down on the corner of the sturdy coffee table. 'Is there anything in particular you'd like me to read?'

'Maybe this,' Severus said, smirking as he unfolded the paper with a loud rustle.


Wolf on the loose in Wales!

The Welsh police found and killed a straying wolf close to the national park, Brecon Beacons. The wolf presumably killed several sheep on different farms in the area before it was observed hunting sheep at a farm near Nant-dou. The police and local farmers were able to surround and kill the animal before midnight, yesterday. The Police in Merthyr Tydfil states that the animal did not suffer from rabies. The wolf is assumed to have escaped from a private park, although it is not determined exactly where. Biologists say...


'Thank you.' Remus sat very quietly for some time, regarding his lover with some interest. 'You are more ruthless than I thought. And more cunning. I think I am happy you didn't end up in Gryffindor - which clearly wouldn't have been out of the question.' Remus tapped with a finger on the newspaper. 'This was really dangerous, you know. Daring. Almost... flashy.'

'Like you.' Severus' eyes glittered.

'You like the danger.' It wasn't a question. Remus had never seen Severus look so alive. He leaned over and kissed Severus' thin mouth. 'You get off on it.'

'I... yes.' He kissed his lover back, feeling a bit guilty.

'There will come another full moon. Other nights in my bed.' Remus whispered softly. 'I will give you the danger you crave.'



'I think I might be a little drunk,' Severus said and swayed as he sat down in the sofa. He spread his legs, inviting Remus to sit down between them. 'Give me some more Champagne.'

'You're so sweet when you're a little pissed,' Remus grinned, pouring another glass for his lover before he sat down. He wasn't entirely sober, either. Oliver and Rabastan had showed up for dinner, and it had turned into a celebration. A wet one. Not even Rabastan seemed to mourn Greyback's death.

'Tell me again what Lucius said,' Remus demanded. 'You are sure he's not angry with you?' Remus hiccoughed and leaned back against Severus' warm body.

'He seemed to be pleased Muggles had been clever enough to kill the bastard.' Severus informed. 'He said he'd always been afraid that Greyback would bite Draco. He's always been looking at him in an odd way.'

'Lucius inherited Greyback from Thicknesse and my brother,' Rabastan said, a bit more drunk than the rest of them. He was somewhat smaller and thinner; he couldn't drink that much. 'My brother is an arse. He thinks the world would be better if we did things like Vol- Voldy-' Rabastan paused and drank some more Champagne. 'Like the Dark Lord did it. He's stupid.'

'If you say so.' Oliver laughed. 'You're turning into a decent politician, you know?' he told his lover. 'In a year, you've probably stopped hating Muggles for just existing on the same planet as you.'

Rabastan threw back his long hair and sent Oliver a haughty look, slightly disturbed by the fact that only Oliver's lightening-quick reflexes saved Rabastan's crystal goblet from ending on the floor. 'I am getting used to Muggles,' he declared loudly. 'I have read a Muggle book!'

Remus and Severus looked at each other. It was a surprise how much Rabastan's connection with Oliver had made him change. Clearly, desire was a powerful lure. If Rabastan fell in love, truly in love, he'd probably end up on their side. 'Amazing,' Remus whispered. 'Love changes people.'

'I know,' Severus said, and tightened his grip on Remus. 'And I wouldn't want it in any other way.' He bit his lover's earlobe. 'Do you want to wager? I bet Rabastan has been reading Das Kapital.'

'No. He's been reading Clan of the Cave Bear - for the few pages in the middle that are actually remotely interesting.' Remus had never read anything that deserved the term "drivel" plastered over the cover more than that particular book.

'I've been reading poetry!' Rabastan informed. 'Muggles are funny. They are so pent up, and yet they write obscene poems. They might not be as bad as I suspected.'

Severus raised an eyebrow. 'Obscene poetry? Oliver? Catullus, right?'

'Limericks,' Oliver grinned. 'I thought it might interest him, and now he can't stop making them.' Oliver rolled his eyes and put an arm around his rather drunk lover's shoulder. 'You are very clever,' he told Rabastan, as if he were praising a child. Turning to look at Remus, he said, 'some of them were actually funny. The Limericks.'

'I like Muggle poetry,' Rabastan said and stood, glass in hand. He raised the glass and declaimed:

"Lupin's a werewolf from London,
who likes to thrust his big hard-on
in every hole;
monkey or mole,
ruthlessly hard, without pardon.

He usually did an old donkey
but changed to a fashionable monkey.
Lupin's really an ass,
It is truly crass
To fuck with an ape 'cause it's swanky."

Severus looked at Remus, not really sure whether he was going to laugh or cry. It seemed as if Mr Lestrange had found a part of the Muggle world that amused him. It was... promising. Especially if they didn't have to listen to more of Rabastan's home-made Limericks.

'I think we better see it as a positive effort, no matter the outcome,' Remus laughed. 'Rabastan, you're amazing.'

'I know,' Rabastan said, and sat down to kiss Oliver deeply.

One pure-blood wizard was already half-way on their side. Greyback was gone. Maybe their task wouldn't be so difficult. Nevertheless there was no reason to worry about that, just now.

Also, there was still more Champagne left.

On to chapter 22