LMoM: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore, Part 24 (SS/RL) Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 24/31 Rating (this chapter): NC-17 Pairing, all-over: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Additional pairings, this chapter: Marcus Flint/Draco, Lucius/Remus, Amycus Carrow/Summers/J. Pritchard, Dean Thomas/Yaxley Kink(s): Prostitution, public sex, exhibitionism - more politics than kinks in this one... Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word count: 4,150 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?
'Not tonight, love.' Remus put down his fork, leaving a piece of crisp, cold melon on his plate. He suddenly wasn't hungry any longer.
Severus was wondering for a second how it would taste to kiss Remus; his lips slightly wet from the juices of the sweet fruit. 'Not tonight? Is there something special about tonight that I should know about?' Severus hadn't precisely looked forward to watch his lover work, but it was better than to stay away and imagine what was going on. Severus was mostly worried another Death Eater would forget himself, although his rather harsh action towards Macnair, and Greyback's sudden disappearance had made an impression. No one had dared word any accusations against him for the werewolf's death. Severus was probably not the only one who wouldn't miss Greyback at all.
'Tonight I work downstairs, with the boys.' Remus didn't work in the more open part of the brothel. It had been years since he had taken clients without an appointment. 'I would appreciate it if you didn't watch.'
'Downstairs?' Severus didn't know what went on in the lower levels of the house. It was a brothel, of course, so it wasn't hard to figure out. He had not considered the fact that other men were working there. 'I didn't think you...'
'I don't. Once a month, I invite my clients to my salon, a kind of open house for those of the Inner Circle who want to... have entertainment first and public intercourse after. This house - including the brothel downstairs -is only open to the them - the Death Eater elite. They have free access to the young men, any time they want them, all month. Only Oliver and I have managed to unshackle ourselves enough to have some kind of freedom, but once a month we... join them.' Remus' eyes went sad. He had tried to fight for better conditions for the boys, but it was never good enough. 'The downstairs level is a prison. Nothing else. The boys have no choice, and only the fact that I manage their contracts for the Ministry keeps them from being... abused.' Remus turned his fork between his fingers, distractedly. 'They were offered the same choice I got: Azkaban or prostitution. Or leave the wizarding world. Your friends certainly know how to pick the best looking for their little games. Not everybody had this alternative.'
'You are a prison guard as well as a whore?' Surprise didn't cover what Severus felt. 'You have an Azkaban branch in your house?' Now Severus wished he had asked about the downstairs before. It was appalling! 'And who, if I may ask, do you keep there?'
'I don't keep anyone, Severus. I try to make it tolerable for the boys. If I don't do it, they may find someone else, someone worse than me. Your colleagues seem determined to have somewhere they can go and play when they are tired of their wives, or when the perverse needs they have are too deviant for their sweet, innocent women to endure.' Remus was getting angry. He hadn't had much of a choice either, and the years he had spent on his knees in Knockturn Alley... that was the only other way for the young men who chose prostitution, if they not stay here in relative luxury. 'We are prisoners of war, Severus, but at least we have this.' Remus pointed at the silver candelabras and the expensive furniture. 'They are rich, the boys; they will have lives left to live when they are released, compared to those who are in Azkaban.'
'And they will be released?' Severus wanted to know who they were, and why they seemed to have a way out when Remus didn't have. 'Who are they?'
'They chose this for Azkaban, do remember that. There are worse fates.' Remus put down the fork and leaned back in his chair. 'Jimmy Peakes. Traitor, Muggle-born. He's here to stay in Quidditch, same reason as Oliver. Then there is Terry Boot, traitor, and of Muggle ancestry too. Wanted to stay in the wizarding world. Dean Thomas. Didn't want to leave London since his Muggle family lives here. A traitor.' Remus hung his head. It was disheartening to list them, the young men. As if it made their future more bleak. 'Summers. He's a Hufflepuff. He's actually here willingly. He needs the money and he's with Pritchard... Graham.'
'Pritchard? He's one of my-'
'Slytherins, yes.'
'Why?'
'He made a few illegal business transactions that pissed Yaxley and Macnair off. He's guilty as hell, and he's working off the debt here. Summers is a typical former Hufflepuff, so he stays with his lover.'
'How very gentlemanly of him. As I remember it, he tried to cheat the Goblet of Fire, did Summers, so maybe something went wrong in the sorting?'
'At least it makes them equal.' Remus wished he hadn't said that, even before the words were out of his mouth.
'What is that supposed to mean?' Did Remus think Severus didn't regard them as equals because one of them was forced to rent out his body? 'I presume I heard wrong. Because with the wonderful equality I have encountered throughout my life, my lover would of course not be seen as being on my level,' Severus sneered. Not for a moment since they had decided to be together had Severus seen Remus as worth less. 'I am so sorry no one has found me attractive enough to want my body for money,' he snapped. 'I am not the one who made you do this. If you haven't noticed, I am trying to get you out of here!'
'I... Severus... I didn't mean...' Remus was half out of the chair.
'You never do. It was always like that with you: inferior. Never had the guts to stand up for yourself.' Severus huffed and strode out of the dining room. Remus could do whatever he liked with whom he liked. Severus decided not to care.
Which was why he spent an hour locked up in the library, waiting for Remus to leave.
The music was playing softly. Someone had put on a Celestina Warbeck record; her intense, dark voice and the love song she was performing seemed like a mocking of what was going on in the brothel's large lounge. Remus was sitting in a deep leather sofa. He was toying with Lucius Malfoy's cock. The Minister was wearing nothing but an open crepe du Chine robe, leaving his gorgeous body visible through the thin fabric.
'Quite a waste of Galleons to rent a boy for my son,' Lucius stated with a half-way dissatisfied glance at Marcus Flint. Draco had draped himself over Marcus' lap, and neither the Minister's son, nor the huge Quidditch player seemed to be aware that Lucius was less than satisfied.
'You told him to get a bit of experience and fun before his marriage,' Remus whispered and tugged Lucius' cock a bit harder. 'It seems to me he is very obedient.'
'A bit too obedient,' Lucius said, almost without moaning. 'A Malfoy's always on top.'
Over on the opposite sofa, Draco seemed to be very much on top of Marcus' considerable equipment. Draco was, if nothing else, not shy. He looked exactly like Lucius in a younger version as he rubbed against Flint, throwing the long, lush hair back over his naked shoulders. He was more than handsome, and he knew it. Show offs, both. Remus looked around as Lucius' attention was diverted. Amycus was under one of the tables, sucking off the two boys who were tied up over the heavy piece of furniture. The two young men were tied up with spread legs for anyone to use as they pleased. At least Amycus wasn't making any accidents that way, and the boys didn't have to touch him, just to endure his mouth. It was probably less disgusting since Amycus wasn't visible to them.
'Who are you going to choose tonight,' Moony? 'Lucius played with a lock of Remus' hair. 'I know you don't have to, but I'd be pleased... you know how grateful I can be.'
'I know that, Lucius. But...' Remus hesitated. 'I hadn't planned to take anyone to bed... it is right after full moon and I'm still a bit tired.'
'Not too tired to bed the new Headmaster,' Rodolphus interrupted. He sat on the armrest of a deep chair, his hand on Rabastan's chest. Rabastan's pale skin had red scratch-marks on it. 'If you think you are going to be his lover or something like that, you are terribly wrong. He will wake up soon and realise how foolish it is to be seen publicly with the likes of you.' Rodolphus glared arrogantly at Remus. 'You are trying to get above your standing, and I would advice you not to, Moony. You are our whore. An expensive one, but a whore nonetheless.'
Remus didn't let Rodolphus see how much it took him to stay calm and relaxed, how much it hurt. He laughed and gave Rodolphus a wicked, sensual smile. 'Afraid I am not going to appreciate your tight Pure-blood arse any more? Have no fear, Rodolphus. I like to make you scream under me. The wolf likes you.'
'I am flattered, Moony.' It was clear Rodolphus didn't mean a word. 'I do, however, want you to make a choice. If not me, then someone else. As a matter of fact, I demand it. Maybe Lucius? You know Severus and Lucius were lovers once? Maybe you can share the experience,' he said, maliciously, with a look at the Minister. It was a challenge. If Lucius interfered, or if Remus denied to choose a man for the night, Rodolphus would see it as a provocation.
'We usually don't force Moony to take anyone if he doesn't want to,' Lucius said softly. 'Ask for someone else, Rodolphus. And show some respect. Moony might be a paid man, but he is still the one with the cock up your arse.'
'Rodolphus...' Rabastan reached for his brother's hand. 'Maybe Dean or Terry? They can be just as rough as you want them to be. Terry is lovely when he's being brutal.'
Dean was busy with Yaxley. He was pushed up against the wall in the farthest corner, wand in hand, as Yaxley was fucking him from behind. No, Dean wasn't a possibility. Remus tried to catch Oliver's eyes, but he was tending to Summers and Jimmy before Amycus drooled all over the two tied up men. Maybe Oliver could get Pritchard over here; he was strong and hard, Rodolphus would like him. He was a half-blood.
'Don't you all have something sensible to do? Like fucking...' Marcus rose from the sofa, with Draco's legs wrapped around him. Draco's robe fell back in place and covered the fact that he had been riding Marcus' cock as the other men were speaking. 'I think we'll find a room,' Draco murmured, and the two of them Disapparated to one of the adjourning bedrooms, clearly not interested in the oldermens' games.
'Choose, Moony, or I will take you,' Rodolphus threatened. 'You are ministerial property.'
There was no doubt this was a challenge. Rodolphus was challenging Lucius' standing, Severus' return, and his position in the wizarding world. Remus sent Lucius a quick look. Remus was smart, very smart. But he wasn't cunning enough to look through some of the little games the Death Eaters played at times. Lucius gave a small nod, as if to encourage Remus. The cold grey eyes held the answer. Remus wished he had been a better Legilimens. It was a guess, a chance. He hoped he was doing the right thing, because he did not want to help Rodolphus win this - on the surface so innocent - little pissing contest.
'Very well. I'll choose.' Remus let go of Lucius and walked over to the fireplace. 'Severus?' Remus tried the library first, since that was where Severus had decided to hide. 'Severus, please. I need you.' There was such an insistent tone in Remus' request that it, in itself, should have made Severus come to the Floo.
'What is it, Lupin.' Severus' dark voice was low and tired. 'You made it clear I wasn't wanted.' Severus' head was barely visible in the flames.
Remus kept his voice down. He didn't want anyone to hear. 'We have trouble. I never touch anybody unless I want to during these meetings, and I don't want to tonight. Rodolphus is forcing me to challenge Lucius' authority.' Remus paused, not knowing how to continue. 'Rodolphus is going to have me whether I want it or not.'
'You want me to come down there, claim you, fuck you in public - in front of my friends - and make sure to leave the impression you are my whore and not my lover?'
'You are the only one I want. Otherwise... I have to choose Lucius. I can't.'
'First you complain and think I treat you like a prostitute, then you demand I do. I'd be grateful if you stopped having several contradicting personalities, Lupin.'
'Er-' Remus said. 'I have a wolf living inside me. I am sorry about the... I didn't mean it that way.' He didn't have time to explain to Severus now, but he wished he had. He didn't want to fight, and he didn't want to ask Severus for a favour when they hadn't solved their problems. Remus looked over his shoulder. He could do Lucius. He could. It wouldn't be so bad. Only it would, and Remus didn't want to, despite Lucius' apparent beauty.
'Command me to do it.' Severus' voice was velvet poured trough the Floo. 'Tell me you own me, and that this is your wish. That I belong to you, and you want to fuck me in public. Show them we are equals. That you are mine. Order me to come down there and treat you like a whore. I won't do it otherwise, because I will not have you accusing me of seeing you as a whore ever again.'
'Oh, Severus...' Remus didn't know what to say. He didn't want to involve Severus in his work. It was a part of him he didn't want to share, something he couldn't mix with the love he had for Severus. This was hard for both of them. 'It is about politics,' Remus whispered. 'Lucius and Rodolphus. They are testing each other. I don't know if I understood Lucius' message right, but he needs you here. Please, Severus? Come down here, and try to pretend you don't care about me. Rodolphus will just use it against you.'
'I have set my terms. Is there anything in such simple sentences you have difficulties understanding, wolf?'
'No.' Remus straightened. Solving their conflict wasn't possible now. Better try to make certain Lucius didn't lose footing to Rodolphus. It could make things worse. 'Come here, then,' he said. 'Play your part of client and lover of a whore, not of a man you love and who loves you deeply. I demand it.' It would not be pleasant, but hopefully they could both find their way through it by holding on to their secrets: that they were equals; that Severus handed Remus all his power and his heart they were alone together. That they both owned and loved in equal measures.
'Yes, Remus.' Severus' submission was clear. They both knew who was the master and who was the servant. To others it would look different. It was the only way to do it.
Severus stepped through the Floo. 'Moony,' he said, loudly, as he brushed soot off his robe. 'Come here and give me a kiss.' Severus grabbed Remus' hand and pulled him into his arms. They made sure to make a show of it. 'I am sorry I am late, but I had pressing Ministry business to attend to.' The apology was directed at Lucius; Severus seemed to ignore Remus entirely.
Billowing through the large room, Severus embraced Lucius who looked delicious in his thin robe. Definitely not a chore. Severus looked his friend over in a very obvious manner. 'Good Lord, man... if you went to work like that, no one would be able to get anything done.' Severus leaned in and whispered in Lucius' ear, 'What is all this about? Rodolphus's causing trouble?'
Lucius laughed. 'Severus... you are wicked! I think I'd like that. I might not be able to walk tomorrow, but... oh yes. You haven't forgotten last time, I gather?' Lucius kissed Severus' cheek, whispering back. 'He's testing the depth of the ocean, so to speak. Fighting over preferences, who owns which boy. He's forced Moony to choose, or he will take him, without consent.'
'I think not,' Severus said and smiled, as if Lucius had suggested something utterly deviant. 'We give it to the boys first, otherwise I'll come immediately.'
'Ah, of course.' Lucius smiled. 'It is your first night here, choose whom you like.'
'I don't know,' Severus said, and looked the young men over. They are all so lovely. Oliver maybe... or Terry.' Severus turned and looked at Rodolphus and Rabastan. 'I cannot take such male beauty away from my friends,' he mused. 'I'll take Moony, if he is willing.' Severus found the whole thing to be surrealistic. Politics had indeed changed, for the worse, if important power struggles were going to be solved through a fight over a concubine.
'I wanted Moony,' Rodolphus interfered. 'He's not yours, Severus.'
'Of course not. Take him, if you like. What do I care, I can fuck him later. He likes that, it is what he does for a living.' Severus pushed Remus in Rodolphus's general direction. I think I might take Graham, then. Maybe you would like share, Lucius?' Severus leaned against his former lover with a hungry look in his face. 'But who needs whores as long as we're together?'
Rodolphus looked at them, calculatingly, as if their alleged new bond was a danger to Rodolphus' position. 'Please, Severus. If you want the wolf, take him. You can pay me back later. Let me see him service you, the cheap little slut.'
'If it pleases you.' Severus smiled and loosened his robe. 'Moony.' Severus waved his lover closer. 'Sit with me in the sofa,' he demanded. 'I want you to suck me off. Make a nice display for Rodolphus.' If the situation hadn't been so tense, Severus would have found this arousing. As it was, only the fact that Remus had ordered him to do this made him able to get hard. Moony pushed Severus' robe aside and closed his mouth over his cock. A caressing finger over Remus' cheek provided the comfort and care Severus couldn't express otherwise. And Severus could without problems find at least a few effective, uncomfortable ways to pay Rodolphus back for this. Painfully. 'Oh... that was a nice gift, Rodolphus,' Severus groaned. 'He's very good at this.' Severus thrust up, languidly to underline he didn't care if Moony was choking.
'You are my old friend, are you not? What's mine is yours, Severus.' Rodolphus even sounded sincere. 'I'll have our handsome Quidditch player instead.' Rodolphus watched Moony work for a minute, before he took a few steps and got a hold of Oliver's wrist.
'No!' Rabastan's voice cut through the room, and Rodolphus let go of Oliver.
'No? What do you mean, no?' Rodolphus's surprised expression told that he was rarely used to being contradicted, and definitely not twice in a day.
'I mean no, I don't want you to fuck Oliver.' Rabastan blushed slightly.
'Aha. And why is that, little brother?' Rodolphus let a hand slide over Rabastan's chest. 'He is delicious, I admit, but he is not your private property.' Oliver looked increasingly uncomfortable.
'Gentlemen!' Lucius stepped between the two brothers, sending Rodolphus a cold look he knew would make the man reconsider what he was doing. 'Aren't there boys enough for you to entertain yourself with? What is with you tonight? Do not fight over common whores. It is beneath you.'
'Don't interfere, Lucius. I'd really like to know why my dear brother is so... possessive.' Rodolphus's brown eyes expressed only a cold disdain. 'Could it have something to do with the googly eyes he has been sending our young Quidditch hero every time we've been here for the last six months? Maybe you aren't the only one who has developed megalomania?'
Lucius stepped up to Rodolphus, putting a hand on his shoulder. 'Let your little brother have his fun,' Lucius said quietly. 'It seems we are both being turned down today.'
'No, Lucius. I don't know what is going on here, and I want an explanation.' Rodolphus whipped out his wand and pointed it at Oliver.
'I'll give you an explanation,' Rabastan said, and took Oliver's hand. 'Oliver's mine. I don't want you or anyone else to touch him. I want him, and what I want, I usually get.'
'Have you gone mad, brother?' Rodolphus's brown eyes went cold and dark, as if a thunderstorm was threatening to break loose in them. 'First Moony and now this? Oliver's a Muggle-born. He's filth! If at least you had a wife, and children. What are you going to do with him? Throw him away, we don't need wizards such as he.'
'No.' Rabastan stood his ground. 'Oliver is moving in with me, and I don't care if I am going to pay for his contract until the day he dies, or he decides to leave. Whichever comes first. I've had it with your blood-purity crap, Dolph. It makes sense to a certainexten t, but I am not going to have any children. What the bleeding hell does it matter? Oliver can't get pregnant for fucks sake!'
'Language, little brother.' Rodolphus was sneering. 'I want you to get children. If you cared enough about our blood to do your duty you wouldn't take someone like that as a lover. If you had heirs... then I might be able to ignore the fact my brother - a wizard of the finest and oldest blood - is rolling in the dirt with a Muggle whore.'
'That is a problem that can be solved.' Lucius interfered. 'Here, Rodolphus.' Lucius shoved a large glass of Firewhisky into Rodolphus's hand. 'Now... if we found a wife for Rabastan... one who would be willing to carry his children and keep to herself, or her lover... There are witches, you know, who don't want any man, but would like to have children anyway. Lovely pure-blooded witches who would appreciate having an otherwise occupied husband. A husband who would give them more freedom than they would ever dream of having in an arranged marriage. With a little help from StMungo's, pregnancy won't be a problem, even if Rabastan isn't able to... perform.'
'I can do that,'Rodolphus.' Rabastan looked up at his older brother with an expression that might have earned him the fulfilment of several wishes during the years. 'If I marry, you don't interfere with my... with mine and Oliver's lives.'
'What is more important, Rodolphus?' Lucius asked. 'Blood and heirs, or the fact that your brother prefers one man to the dozens you are having while your pregnant wife is waiting for you to come home? Maybe you are still a bit caught up in the fact your previous wife loved another man, then left you without heirs or anyone to warm your bed?' Lucius smiled serenely, obviously aware that his word cut as deep as any knife. 'Even if you did not have a happy relationship, you are not going to prevent Rabastan from having one, are you?'
Rodolphus glared angrily at Lucius. He looked as if he was going to explode.
'Be sensible,' Lucius said. 'Let your brother have this little slave and his contract, if it is so important to him. There are Olivers enough in our world. We just find another pretty boy for us to use. What does it matter as long as it can make Rabastan do his duty to his family? Any sensible woman would be happy to carry his child.' Lucius patted Rodolphus on the shoulder. 'And Oliver is after all not a shame to us. He is a respected Quidditch player, and true to our way of doing things. Why else would he be here?'
Rodolphus snorted. 'I suppose you have a point,' he said, assessing Oliver. 'And the boy's pretty. I accept your suggestion.'
'Rabastan will not be ridiculed by having Oliver as his lover, Rodolphus. No one but the Inner Circle knows of Oliver's past, and he is well-behaved and handsome.' Lucius pulled Rodolphus with him. 'Let go. You can't protect your brother from making his own mistakes. Now let's have some fun!' Lucius slid his arm down to Rodolphus's waist. 'Maybe you would like to fuck one of the boys together with me? I think Summers has a wonderfully tight arse that can take us both at the same time.'
Still sitting in the sofa, with Remus' mouth on him, Severus knew Rodolphus was lying. The fight for power had barely started.