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LMoM: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore, Part 22 (SS/RL)
Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 22/31
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Pairing, all-over: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape
Additional pairings, this chapter:
Kink(s): D/s, public sex, alpha!Remus, masturbation, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism.
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word count: 4,100
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?
Thursday, 22nd May, 2008 - Masters and Servants
Groaning, Severus downed yet another vial of disgusting looking green fluid. His head still felt as if a herd of Hippogriffs had trampled it from inside. Severus swore he would never drink Champagne again, and definitely not in the amounts he had had yesterday. Nevertheless, he didn't regret it. He couldn't remember having a more entertaining evening in a long time (the nights spent in Remus' not withstanding).
There was a hard knocking on his office door, loud enough to make Severus let out another pained moan.
The Minister for Magic stuck his head inside. 'Are you... Severus, you look like you've taken several Cruciatuses before breakfast.' Lucius' voice held no pity. 'Nevertheless, I am going to be brief.'
'You? Brief? In which alternative reality?' Severus sent Lucius a glare that told him to piss off and not come back until much later - when Severus' headache was manageable.
'For once, yes.' Lucius was annoyingly determined. 'Rodolphus is complaining that Wood seems to be out of dates for appointments. Macnair wants him. Since you use a considerable amount of time in that house, could you possibly shed some light over the matter?'
'I see. You come here, disturb me in my suffering to discuss a serious political matter?' Severus bit sarcastically, rose and pulled a chair out for Lucius. 'Please, sit down. It must be a matter of our nation's security.'
Lucius didn't take the chair. He brushed a hair off his dark red robe and sighed. 'Rodolphus is basically the most dangerous man here. I need to be able to keep an eye on him, and to do that, I want him to stay here at the Ministry, pretending he likes me and the way I run this little business. Macnair is his supporter. Everything I can do to compromise them, or make them compromise themselves...'
'Including soliciting prostitution and allowing psychopaths like Macnair to roam free? That should do it.'
'I am doing what I have to, Severus. If you think the Dark Lord's way was better, you are free to say so.'
'I don't. You can play this game how you like it, but don't drag Remus or Oliver into it.'
'So it's "Oliver" now? Fraternising with Muggle-borns? Are you fucking him too? Lucius seemed slightly flustered. He was indeed getting angry.
Pleased with Lucius' anger, Severus rolled his eyes, something he knew would anger Lucius even more. 'Yes, it is "Oliver", and no, I am not fucking him, but if he offers, I am going to.' Severus' voice became colder. 'If you cared to revise the appalling contracts Thicknesse forced on Muggle-borns and Order-members, you would know that Remus is the one who manages Oliver's contract for the Ministry. And unfortunately for Macnair, Remus has seen fit to rent out Oliver to one wizard only. Oliver Wood is no longer available to anyone but Rabastan Lestrange.'
'You have become quite busy with things that does not concern your work. I am not sure I like it, Severus.'
'Do you honestly think I care? Those times are over, Lucius, where your opinions mattered to me when it concerns my private life.' Severus knew he sounded bitter, and he was. He had been thrown aside twice: first by Lily, then by Lucius, and that bitterness had formed his life. It was time to go on, leave what had been; to take control over he had and of what would come.
'Would it help if I asked you to come back to my bed? Would you let Lupin go and stop acting this foolishly?'
That was surprising. Did Lucius really think he wanted to warm the bed of a man who had a spouse already? Hadn't Lucius understood that Severus was in love? Deeply in love. 'No,' Severus replied softly. 'Even if Narcissa wasn't married to you, you and I are never going to... have another understanding.' No, no matter how gorgeous Lucius was, and how good a lover, one thing was missing: Lucius would never see Severus as the center of his universe. Not like Remus did. Severus had been in love with Lucius, but there was a vast difference between what he had felt then, and what he felt now.
'Pity,' Lucius said. 'But I see you have grown up. You are not my little Severus any longer.'
'It has been a long time since I was, Lucius.' Severus smiled softly. 'Maybe you just need to accept I have chosen my own path - one you don't like - and that I am happy with my choice.'
'You really do want to attach yourself to a whore and a traitor?' Lucius' words demonstrated the contempt he obviously felt. 'I like Lupin, but he's not a proper companion for you.'
'If I were you, Lucius, I'd be very careful how I expressed myself now.' Severus' voice dropped to a silken purr. 'As you have noticed, I have began cleaning up a bit, and I wouldn't want to be swept off the floor when the broom hits it. Were I you, that is.'
'Are you threatening me?' Lucius' face was deliberately neutral. Lucius tried to hide how his feelings. Severus could tell from the minute flare of the nostrils that Lucius was upset.
'I thought you didn't mind we lost Greyback.' Severus raised an inquiring eyebrow.
'I don't mind.' Lucius' eyes glittered angrily. 'What I do mind is that you seem to take liberties with my Death Eaters, with the laws I've issued, not to mention the lovely toy I had found to amuse myself with.'
'Oh, somebody is playing with your things without asking?' Severus mocked. He knew exactly how to push Lucius' buttons, and right now he wanted to. It was only possible to get an honest opinion out of Lucius when he was adequately angry.
'Actually, I am more concerned you are standing in line to take this toy' - Lucius waved a hand, as if to indicate his office - 'from me. Don't you understand I am fighting to stand between the part of our society who supported the Order, and the part that would rather see the Dark Lord reincarnated?' He pursed his lips, regarding Severus with some suspicion. 'So, are you?'
Severus kept himself from smirking. Lucius was afraid of him? Well, well, well... Severus stepped back. 'No. But I will - if you allow Rodolphus to set the rules here. He and his supporters, Lucius... their ancient beliefs... as a society, we cannot endure them. I agree we must be careful who we let into our world, and when. I agree that we should stay away from Muggles. You know very well what a Muggle marriage did to my mother. But there will be a revolution if you don't stop treating wizards of blood as second rate citizens, rest assured there will.' Severus reached out and cupped Lucius' cheek, almost lovingly. 'And I'll be the one who is going to lead it.'
'Let's go out.' Severus hadn't taken off his coat and was standing, expectantly, holding out a hand to Remus. 'I'm inviting you for dinner at a wizarding place.'
'I didn't know you were such a romantic, Severus.' That was a surprise. Remus knew Severus loved him, but being seen in public... that was something else. There had been several articles in the Prophet, covering Severus' return to the wizarding world, so he wouldn't be able to go anywhere without being seen. 'Are you sure?'
'No, Lupin. That is why I am standing here, waiting for you to get up and find a decent robe to put on. Don't you have anything proper to wear?' Severus' eyes devoured Remus' naked torso and the tight trousers he was wearing. Severus wouldn't mind if Lupin looked like that most of the time, but it wouldn't do if they were to go out. There would be pictures if anybody from the Prophet was present. Severus knew what he was doing. He was making his relationship with Remus public. Of course most ministry workers already knew, but this was different. This was Headmaster Severus Snape, adviser to the Minister of Magic who made it known that he was with Remus John Lupin, blood-traitor, notorious criminal, former member of the Order of the Phoenix, and a known werewolf.
'Ah.' Remus understood. They weren't going to hide in a corner. 'Maybe I should-'
'-Floo-call your son.' Severus didn't like children much, but he understood that such creatures didn't take it lightly if their parents found new partners.
It didn't take long for Remus to change and to speak to Ted. He returned to the living room, looking happy. 'Ted was glad I had returned from Guatemala. That's what I told him this time. Unfortunately I seem to be an accomplished liar, when I can fool my own son so easily.' Remus slid an arm around Severus' waist. 'He seemed more impressed that I had met you. After all the attention your new position has attracted, he seemed to think you are able to make the sun shine just with a flick of your wand.'
'And the fact that I'm male?' Nott and Andromeda had done a good job, raising Teddy Lupin, or maybe the child had inherited his father's ability to stay calm during stress. Severus inadvertently tightened his grip around Remus.
'Ted's a Metamorphmagus. Gender and sex are quite fluent for him. He didn't even mention it.'
'You have his blessing?' Relief. That was a relief Remus didn't have to fight on that front.
'Especially if you would allow him into the school this term,' Remus laughed. 'He was quite adamant about that.'
'Next year. So we can make sure you are able to go and visit him. And he'll be eleven, then.'
'And I could visit you. If you want me to.' Remus tilted his head to look up at Severus. 'If only I could travel. At least to Hogwarts, and to your house.' He tried to keep the hope out of his voice. He didn't want Severus to feel obliged. He had done so much already.
'I don't know. It is so much easier to have you here, where you can't run away.' Severus leaned in and kissed his lover, softly at first, then deepening the kiss, until they were both groping each other and gasping for air.
'Severus!' Remus laughed, and nibbled at Severus' lower lip. 'I'll have to do something very mean and painful to you if you really mean that.'
'Yes, please,' Severus murmured. 'Before we leave, or later?' Remus' body was warm and hard against his, and it was tempting, so tempting to tease the wolf until it broke and did something decidedly pleasurable.
'Waiting will be a part of your punishment,' Remus growled, enjoying what a few words could do to his lover. 'But I will enjoy watching you wait.'
'Bloody wolf,' Severus sneered and Disapparated them both, side-along, to Diagon Alley.
It was just before pudding when Severus felt a warm hand between his legs. They had had a wonderful dinner, only a few curious witches and wizards had passed their table to greet them or try to determine what Mr Snape and Mr Lupin were doing together. Severus had removed any doubts of that by kissing his werewolf lovingly, several times. There had been a flash of a wizarding camera, and they would probably not have to bother telling anybody in the wizarding world they were together, come morning.
Severus had been the one to decide the menu; he had been the one to decide how and when they did something that had revealed they were lovers. Remus didn't mind, but he wanted to take back control. He loved Severus for acknowledging their relationship, but it felt a little too much - as if he was a nice puppet on a string. Hidden behind the white table cloth, Remus let his hand slide up Severus' thigh, cupping his bollocks. He knew precisely how to make Severus his puppet.
'Lupin!' Severus' voice broke. 'What are you doing?' Severus hissed, looking around to find out if other patrons had discovered where Remus' hand had gone. Severus was indeed willing to show the public he had noble intentions when it came to Remus, but being fondled like that in public wasn't a part of it.
'Tell me who owns you,' Remus murmured in Severus' ear. 'You are mine. Mine to use as I please.'
Oh, Merlin. Remus knew exactly what he was doing. How could Severus stand against an attack like that? He breathed in deep. 'You do,' he admitted, voice low. 'You own me.'
'Pull your robe up.' Remus didn't leave room for any contradictions. 'I want to have your cock in my hand. I want to touch you, make you hard, under the table.'
'You are... not very nice.' Severus bit his lip. He could of course refuse to do so. He scanned the pub. The Cauldron was full, although not alarmingly so. It was possible to let Remus have his way without being seen. Somehow it was a bit arousing, to sit in a pub, being jerked off byone's lover, because Severus had no doubt that it was what Remus wanted. The risk.... the humiliation that would follow... It made Severus horny. It spoke to his need for being exposed. He spread his legs slightly to allow Remus better room.
'No, love, that's too easy. I told you I wanted you to pull your robe up. I want you to leave your lovely long legs naked. I want your pants down your knees, so I have access to your delicious cock and your shaved groin.' Remus was whispering in Severus' ear; his breath warm and damp. 'I want you to know that if anyone walks over here, they'll be able to see everything. How I am moving my hand over you, roughly. How you are blushing slightly, trying not to look as if you are aroused. I want you to talk and smile and nod when it becomes too much for you and you come, spurting your semen over my hand and the table and your legs.'
'Remus!' Severus blushed furiously.
'Embarrassed? You shouldn't be. Because I'll push a finger inside you, teasing your arse. I'll make you come hard, and you'll just sit there and take it, hoping no one realises what you are doing when you moan my name and begs me to continue. Afterwards, you'll lick my fingers - wet from your semen - with delight, as if I had offered you something sweet and lovely - which I have.'
'No, I... ' Severus moved restlessly in his chair next to Remus.
'So what will it be? You want a finger in your arse and a hand around your cock? Are you going to serve me because you want to, or because I command you to? Does it matter what others think we are doing?'
'I want to serve you. I am yours!' Severus was getting desperate. Remus had pulled his strings, and Severus was defenceless. 'Anything you want.'
'I want you. You know I could have ordered you to do this so people could actually see it - and you'd have enjoyed it. Isn't that so? You would like to be watched when I use you.'
'Yes! Yes!' Why did the wolf have to be so clever. Severus knew Remus would never do such a thing without his explicit consent, but the threat made Severus burn from a deep arousal. Just the image of it... oh...
'Pull it up. Move forward a bit.' Pulling a small plate with bread and butter close, Remus dipped his finger in the melting butter. 'I'd like to lick it out of you, later,' he growled. 'Love your arse.'
Severus reached down and grabbed the hem of his robe. He didn't wear trousers, since they had both dressed traditionally. The thin silk whispered promises of pleasure as it slid over his naked legs.
'Now the underpants,' Remus ordered. 'I want to see you have them around your knees, like a schoolboy, waiting for a spanking.'
Severus pulled his pants down without moaning too loudly. It was humiliating to sit on the chair, it's cold leather seat against his warm arse, waiting for Remus' touch. It aroused him deeply. It was sex, danger, ridicule, trust.... it all mingled into a very pleasurable that mix that had the possibility of not being so nice. Politically, it would be disastrous, being found half naked with Remus' hand on his hard cock in the Leaky Cauldron.
'You love this,' Remus whispered, giving words to Severus' thoughts. 'Deep inside, you want them to find out; want them to see you belong to me.'
'I love you,' Severus whispered back. 'You do such beautifully naughty things to me.' He wished he was allowed to ask Remus to touch him, but Remus hadn't given him permission.
Remus put the hand back on Severus' thigh. He squeezed it, none too gently. Severus' legs were long and slender; lean and good under his hand. Remus would make sure they ended up somewhere where Severus could wrap them tightly around his waist when Remus fucked him. Soon. Very soon. But first he wanted to play with his lover who made such an obedient and pliant toy. Cupping Severus' bollocks, massaging them carefully before he moved his hand further down over Severus' naked and hairless groin, Remus managed to take a sip of his wineglass and nod kindly to Daphne Greengrass and two of her friends. One of the girls stared adoringly at Severus.
'She wants you,' Remus whispered. 'Because you're famous and strong and powerful. There is no one like you but Lucius, and he's married. Now show her who you belong to. Show her who you have handed all that power this moment. Kiss me.' Remus teased Severus' hardening cock with a finger before he took it in his hand.
'Yes.' Severus slung his arm around Remus' neck and gave in to him, almost demonstratively, kissing his lover wet and open-mouthed. Somewhere out in the room, a camera flashed. Severus smiled against Remus' mouth. Tomorrow there would be no doubt whom belonged to whom. That they were watched so closely made Severus' cock twitch in Remus' hand.
'You make me insanely needy,' Remus whispered. 'Right now I would like to throw you over the table and fuck you so hard you'd scream.'
'Remus, please...' Severus stopped himself from moaning and straightened up, fidgeting with his wine glass.
'If I wanted to, you would let me do it,' Remus growled, 'in front of all those people. You'd love them to watch you when I took you.' Remus began to move his hand faster, thumb sliding over the head of Severus' thick cock. 'You'd like them to see how hard and fast I could fuck you, how good you'd be taking my cock up your lovely, firm arse.'
'You are planning to kill me with lust?' Severus said, raising his glass, trying not to look as if someone was masturbating him under the table. Merlin and Salazar, Remus was more wicked than he'd thought was possible!
'Not at all,' Remus said, conversationally as a wizarding couple passed by and greeted them. 'But spread your legs wide so I can put a finger inside you. Take a drink of your wine while I do it.' Remus was harder than he could remember having been for a very long time, and since he has had Severus in his bed for nearly a month, it said a lot. No one could possibly be as sexy as his Severus, but having him here, in the middle of the British wizarding world's center... that was something.
Severus was unable to sit still when Remus eased a finger inside him. His cock was throbbing and all he wanted was Remus to fuck him or let him come, no matter the location. He watched Remus as he with a predatory look caressed his arse and his cock under the table.
'What do you want?' Remus whispered. 'Tell me.'
'Fuck me,' Severus begged. 'Please, do something. Let me sit in your lap. Let me crawl under the table and suck you. Anything... if you'll just let me come?'
'Get up.' Remus' removed his finger from Severus' warm, tight hole. 'Take your pants off and take them with you. Go to the gents and into the first cubicle. If it is not free, wait.' Remus' hand worked harder on Severus' cock. 'Put your underpants in your mouth, lean over the toilet. Have your robe pulled up. I'll be there in a minute, and I will not wait for you to prepare. I am going to shove my cock inside you, and you better be aware I don't care how loud you scream. The gag will be very useful, my love.'
Severus realised he had made a mistake. That moment, he realised he had underestimated Remus Lupin for almost forty years. Remus John Lupin was not a weak, meek Gryffindor. This man was a ruthless, cunning man. Devious and evil and absolutely everything Severus had always wanted, but never had. Lucius was a lamb compared to his lovely wolf. Severus managed to get his underwear off, grabbed the pants and put them in his pocket. He stood. 'You better give it to me in a way I'll never forget, because this can cost me my standing in our society,' he said without raising his voice.
'It is your society, not mine,' Remus said. 'But you are. Mine, entirely.'
Severus found the gents. It was empty. He was shivering: anticipation, need and a slight sense of humiliation had overtaken his body, just as Remus had overtaken his free will. It was a wonderful game. He could stop it with a word. He could ruin Remus' evening with the blink of an eye. He could make his lover happy. He could make Remus love him even more, just by allowing him this. It was deviant and an action of love and devotion at the same time. It was dangerous. And Severus felt alive and loved by doing his lover's bidding.
Leaning over the cold, white porcelain, he waited for Remus. Salazar, what a catastrophe it would be if another man stepped in here before Remus! The door creaked and the cubicle was opened. Severus didn't dare move or breathe.
So beautiful.' Remus' voice was close to a growl. He grabbed Severus' hips and slammed into him without warning, pressing himself into Severus' arse, even before the cubicle's door had closed behind him.
Severus cried out. The gag made the scream muted and low. Remus found it lovely. 'Mine, yes... love to be inside you,' Remus moaned as he simply let go. He fucked Severus hard, without caring whether he hurt him or not. Remus knew he did, and he knew Severus liked it. 'Want you so badly!' Remus bent over, his stomach and chest against Severus' back. The wolf was close to quiet, so Remus allowed it to play. He took Severus' neck between his teeth and bit, hard enough to leave a vivid bruise. 'Say it,' Remus demanded and came, thrusting fast and hard into Severus.
'Yours!' Severus cried, pulling the gag out so he could reassure his lover of his devotion, not caring one Knut who heard. 'Yours.'
Then Remus' hands were on him, strong fingers pulled his cock and his orgasm burst free: a burning warmth in his body and bollocks that made Severus unable to stand. He reached back to hold on to Remus, longing for his embrace.
'Hold on, love,' Remus gasped, still breathless from his release. 'We're going home.'
The Disapparition took them directly to Remus' bedroom. As they fell asleep in each others' arms, barely undressed, Severus could think of no other place he would rather be.