LMoM: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore, Part 27 (SS/RL) Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 27/31 Rating (this chapter): NC-17 Pairing, all-over: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Additional pairings, this chapter: Remus/Oliver/Severus Kink(s): BDSM, threesome, frottage, nipple-play, exhibitionism, soppy love? Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word count: 3,300 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?
'I don't feel so well.' Remus sniffled and pushed the freshly baked roll away, looking suspiciously pale. His head felt like someone had stuffed it with cotton wool. The Hogwarts House-elves had served them breakfast. Severus had decided it was safe, since he was now their master. Remus didn't feel hungry.
'Maybe you need to sleep a bit longer,' Severus said. They had been up late to brew the antidote, and Severus felt a bit on the tired side too. He reached over the white tablecloth and stroked his lover's hand. 'You really should eat something.'
'I think I had enough yesterday.' Remus didn't have any appetite. 'Maybe I should Owl Jugson and tell him that his day may be cancelled?' Remus had to be back at Notting Hill soon, and he didn't feel like Apparating. He was dizzy enough as it was.
Severus was getting worried. 'Here, let me feel you.' He stood and stepped around the table to put his hand on Remus' forehead. He was warm. 'You have a fever.'
Remus closed his eyes. Severus' hand felt cool against his skin, pleasant and soothing. 'I could sleep a little longer.' He opened his eyes. A thought hit him. 'You don't think there is a possibility Rodolphus knew we were taking the Hogwarts Express yesterday? We did eat and...' Remus felt even worse.
'Highly unlikely.' Severus felt a jolt of fear. If Rodolphus had poisoned his lover, Severus would personally kill the man in seven very messy ways. Slowly. 'Maybe you should try to sleep. I need a few things to finish the antidote; you can sleep for a few hours. I don't need any help with the final stages.' Severus bent down and kissed Remus' cheek. 'Do you want me to fetch that Owl? You are not in condition to work, love.'
'Please. I'll take a cuppa, then go back to bed. The bed is very nice. Soft. Alluring.' Remus managed a weak smile. 'And Jugson... he has to wait.'
'Go to bed. I'll fetch the bird.' Severus pulled his robe on and strode out of the door. He was worried. What if the antidote wasn't done in time? The Bundimunicide wasn't dangerous in limited amounts, but maybe Rodolphus had used all of it? Then Remus would be dead in a few hours. Severus wondered if there was a way he could speed up the brewing process. Otherwise, he would have to find a Bezoar, and fast. Caught up in his thoughts, Severus made it to the Owl tower, chose one of the healthiest looking birds and went back to the guest room they had been using.
Remus had fallen asleep already. He looked sickly and the tea he had brought with him was untouched. Severus pulled the duvet over Remus' naked shoulder and went to find quill and parchment to write to Jugson. Remus was not in a condition to do anything. Severus wrote a few other Owls for Lucius and Oliver to warn them against Rodolphus once more. He sent the bird away and watched it as it flew away, until it was nothing but a small black dot on the blue sky. The wind was waving the curtains, and the warm, flower-scented breeze filled the room.
For a moment it was as if there was something important that eluded Severus' mind. Then he moaned and felt like hitting himself. What an idiot he had been. He turned on his heel, hurried out of the guestroom, down to the infirmary. A brief conversation with Poppy provided him with the reassurance (and a small vial of brownish fluid) that he was right.
Back in their room, he sat down at Remus' bedside. 'Wake up, lover.'
'Mffmf?' Remus opened one eye. 'What?' he enquired sleepily.
'You don't have any stomach ache, do you?'
'Er- no.' Remus stretched and sneezed.
'Good. I don't either.' Severus felt utterly stupid. 'If Rodolphus had used that poison in our food, we should both feel sick - and have stomach-aches.'
'Oh.' Remus hadn't thought of that. 'I was afraid he had, but I didn't want to worry you too much. You are brewing the antidote after all.'
'You haven't been poisoned. You've caught a cold. May I remind you of a certain foolish werewolf who insisted to hang out of the train's window, sniffing the air for half an hour.'
'Oh,' Remus repeated and blushed. 'It feels very much as a cold, now that you mention it.' He sat up, pushing the heavy green and silver duvet aside.
'Drink this. You'll feel better. Get up and come down to the dungeons when you have dressed. We have work to do.' Severus was ruthless, mostly to cover up his own foolishness. He had been so afraid that it had rendered him unable to think logically. He raised a hand and caressed Remus' cheek tenderly, contradicting the bossy command.
'No pity from you?' Remus asked, managing to look utterly pathetic. He bashed his eyelashes. 'May I remind you how serious a cold can be? I may even die from it,' he joked. He was, however, relieved. He trusted Severus to save him from harm no matter what, but being poisoned was not particularly entertaining. He'd rather be saved from a cold than from a poisoning with fungicide, though.
'Not if I manage to wring your neck first. Up, Lupin.' Severus leaned in and kissed his lover again. 'I'll be downstairs.'
It took only a few hours to complete the potion. It was simple and easy to make, but they were both relieved when Severus poured the cauldron's content into several small vials. Remus wrapped them up in two parcels, took one, and handed Severus the other. Remus' cold had disappeared and he felt fine.
'We better hurry back. I am a bit anxious that Rodolphus might have tried anything while we were gone.' Remus both wanted and didn't want to go back. He wanted to cherish his first trip for almost a decade, but preventing any unfortunate events from happening was so much more important, even if no imminent danger threatened them.
'Let's walk to Hogsmeade. We can Disapparate from there. The Express will take too long.' Severus summoned their luggage and shrank it, making it easy to carry in a pocket. They didn't waste time to say goodbye to Alecto Carrow. Severus couldn't stand the Headmistress. He looked forward to see her move out of the office that would be his, come September.
Outside Hogwarts, Severus took Remus' hand, and Remus sighed happily. 'No reason to hide what everyone who are able to use their eyes know already,' Severus said. 'People read the Prophet here too.'
It was the most romantic thing Remus had ever done. Walking hand in hand with the man he loved, not caring who saw it or what they might think of it, Remus just smiled and nodded at the few witches and wizards they passed on Hogsmeade's high street. One or two stopped and exchanged a few words with them, wanting to greet the new Headmaster. They seemed to include Remus in the kind reception they gave Severus. Alecto Carrow had obviously not been popular anywhere, except for with the radical pure-bloods.
'Here.' Severus pulled Remus with him. 'Honeydukes. Chocolate,' he murmured and kissed Remus' cheek.
'Oh, yes!' Remus moaned. There was nothing like Honeydukes, and the possibility of picking out what he wanted instead of asking friends to purchase it for him seemed like heaven. 'Want!' he said, enthusiastically, again sounding like a schoolboy. 'Please?'
'I wouldn't forgo a chance of buying my lover sweets, would I?' Severus said. He had never done something like that before, and he felt soppily and foolishly in love. Also, he enjoyed it very much, despite the fact that someobody who saw it might suspect he was actually human.
They went inside, and Severus chatted (surprisingly accommodating) with the witch behind the counter while Remus picked out an immense amount of sweets. Severus had no idea there were so many varieties, and Remus seemed to want to sample them all. Lured by the delicious scents, Severus bought a small bag of liquorice for himself and a box of chocolates for Lucius. It seemed inadequate, compared to the mountain of chocolate and drops Remus had found. Severus paid for it all, happily. It was odd to find pleasure in such a menial task. Yet another sign of how lost he was in Remus Lupin.
'Ew. It has been too long since I've Apparated such a distance.' Remus had to lean against the wall for a second, until the world had stopped spinning and the nauseating feeling had disappeared. 'Not that I mind doing it again soon.' It was strange to have the freedom to go where he wished; he could visit Severus in Wales, he could go to Hogwarts if he wanted to. He could even go to Hogsmeade again when he ran out of chocolate.
'Good to be let out of the kennel for once?' Severus teased. 'I'll have you out of this house before you know it. You are not going to do this for the rest of your life.'
'If only...' Remus didn't dare believe it. Then again, Severus had made Lucius change his contract. What had been changed once could be changed again. It helped, too, that Severus had scared away a few of Remus' clients as well. Nobody had accused Severus of Fenrir's disappearance, but rumour had spread. Unless Rodolphus managed to take over, Remus' work would be a lot less frequent and considerably more tolerable.
'I have to go. I better deliver these,' Severus held up the small vials of anti-dote,' just in case Rodolphus feels like trying to poison half the Ministry.'
'I had hoped-' Remus said and reached for his lover, to no avail. Severus had Disapparated already.
When Severus returned, he found Remus in his flat, sitting in one of the deep wing chairs in front if the fireplace. Remus wore nothing but his tight jeans. Severus stopped. He knew what it meant. He took a deep breath before he approached his lover and master. If one was to judge from Remus' expression, Severus would have problems sitting down tomorrow. Severus found it appropriate. They have both been so busy they had forgotten how deep their little games ran, and how important they were. Fucking each other in a train or play-acting in front of a few Death Eaters had nothing to do with what they had between them when Remus was in charge and Severus wasn't. It had just been a taste of their play.
'Undress and kneel,' Remus demanded, his tone of voice cold. 'I am very cross with you, Severus. You left before I was done speaking to you. I find it rude.'
Severus toed off his boots and socks while unbuttoning his robe. 'I didn't mean to be disobedient.' Severus looked down, not wanting to challenge his lover by looking at him. He put his clothes on a chair and stepped over to the fireplace. He sank down in front of Remus. 'Are you going to...'
'Oh, yes. I am. Hard, Severus.' Remus leaned forward, tilting Severus head up with a finger under his chin. 'Have you been whipped before? Because I might like to do that. For some time.'
Severus had. 'It has been a long time since... but... I'd like to...'
'This is how it is going to be.' Remus could see how much his suggestion aroused Severus. Not only did his eyes shine, but his cock seemed to fill and throb nicely. 'I'll tie you up and give you fifty lashes. You will be allowed to chose the instrument of punishment from my collection.'
'Thank you.' Severus tried not to moan. The mere idea of being bound and punished made Severus glad he was kneeling. They had had a few tense days, and it was a good way to make the tension disappear and for some time forget the responsibility he had. 'I would like that very much.'
'Good.' Remus looked devious. 'I hope you like the fact that I'll allow Oliver to watch you being punished. He has asked to join us. He's quite... infatuated with you, being his former Professor. Rabastan was fond of the idea too, letting Oliver watch us. And you have showed me off every time we've been out. Now I'd like to show what I have. You are very beautiful when you are in pain.'
'Remus, no!' Severus hated the idea of Oliver watching them, and at the same time it made him extremely aroused. Being watched, naked... being exposed like that... it was too much. 'I... can't!'
'You are doing what I tell you to,' Remus said, unable to keep a low growl inside. 'Because you are mine to do with as I please.'
Severus couldn't argue against that. That was exactly how it was. He belonged to Remus, and had handed him the power to decide for him. Severus did not want to take it back.
'Wasn't he supposed to watch?' Severus panted as Remus let the flogger fall over his arse again. His skin felt on fire and every stroke made Severus pull the ties that held him up.
'Weren't you supposed to be silent?' Remus purred and bit Severus' earlobe before he raised his arm and hit Severus again. 'Quiet as a mouse while I whip you until your skin burns and your cock is so hard it feels as if it is going to explode.' Remus casually slid a hand over Oliver's hardness before he leaned in to whisper in Severus' ear, 'forty eight. But I'll give you five more for questioning me.'
Severus couldn't stop himself from crying out as Remus used the flogger again. He swayed, unable to stand, the pain was so exquisite, mixed with Remus' soft caresses. Oliver, naked and ready, was supporting Severus with an arm around his waist. Severus couldn't decide whether he was in hell or heaven. Maybe both at the same time.
Oliver licked his way down Severus' chest; the boy had the most wicked tongue. Severus groaned as Oliver latched his mouth over his nipple, sucking it hard. He added a bit of teeth, biting and sucking at the abused nub.
'You should try it when he does that to your cock,' Remus whispered in Severus' ear. 'It makes you come faster than you care to.'
'I wouldn't want to come too fast, unless you wish me to,' Severus moaned. 'Lord, it's good.' Severus couldn't stop himself from trying to get Oliver to suck harder.
'None of that, lover,' Remus growled and pinched Severus' other nipple. 'You just do what I tell you.'
'Yes, but... oh... please!' Severus writhed under Oliver's mouth.
'I think you need something to do,' Remus said and pulled Severus' head down to his own nipple, making him stretch almost impossibly in his tied-up state. 'Suck me. Show me you're better at this than Oliver.' Remus reached for Oliver's hand. 'Come here. Suck the other nipple,' he ordered and pulled Oliver closer. Oliver just grinned and began sucking and licking. It was obvious he liked competition.
Remus was growling raggedly as his lover and his friend sucked and bit his nipples, egging each other on. Remus had his hands buried in their hair, mashing their faces against his chest. His cock was blood-filled and heavy, and Remus wanted to shove it inside Severus, just to feel that perfect warmth around it before he came. 'Stop,' he demanded and pulled the men away. Remus had to breathe deeply before he could continue. 'Lift Severus' legs up,' he told Oliver. 'I want them around your hips so you can rub against him.' Remus wrapped his arms around Severus from behind and helped Oliver place himself against Severus' cock. 'I want you both to thrust and rub and touch until you both come over yourselves. 'I,' Remus said, 'am going to take what's mine.' Remus pushed against Severus' opening, thrusting into the slicked channel easily.
'Isn't he beautiful,' Remus asked Oliver, as he had his cock inside to the hilt. He moved, pushing Severus' hips forward, so his cock rubbed against Oliver's.
'Yes!' Oliver looked as if the touch of Severus' cock and body was more than pleasing. 'Fuck, Remus...' Oliver slid his hands over Severus' hips, down to cup his arse cheeks.
Severus could feel Oliver's fingers stroking Remus' cock as he thrust inside again. 'Fingers... inside...' was all he could say, hoping Oliver would understand.
Oliver was used to satisfy clients who had problems telling what they wanted, so it seemed as he understood perfectly well. Fingers slid inside Severus' hole along Remus' cock, and Remus growled even louder, before he bit down on Severus' shoulder in an attempt to keep himself from coming into that tight, tight warmth aided by Severus' clenching and Oliver's agile fingers that rubbed over his hardness.
Remus kissed the shoulder he had bitten, kissed his way over Severus neck to catch his mouth in an awkward, sloppy kiss. He rubbed against Severus' hot, red arse, making the sore skin hurt as he sucked Severus' tongue. Oliver was watching them both, pressing his cock against Severus'. Their moans became more loud and ragged. 'Tell my lover how much you'd want him to fuck you,' Remus demanded. 'You'd like him to take you over a desk, deciding an ordinary detention isn't enough for you.'
'Remus!' Oliver cried out and came, as if it was exactly what he had pictured in his mind. 'Yes... Damned... Professor Snape! I've been... oh... bad!'
'Would you like that, lover?' Remus groaned, close to coming. 'To have your lovely cock in Oliver's arse while he begs you not to give him detention at a time when Gryffindor is playing? Tell me,' Remus growled and fucked Severus with small, hard movements, readying himself.
Severus was imagining exactly that, and it did nothing to calm him down. 'Yes... oh... yes... and have you fuck me at the same time... robe around...waist!' Severus' whole body was burning from lust. Oliver's semen eased the movements of cock against cock, and Remus' delicious suggestions combined with the cock inside him and Oliver's fingers in his arse made Severus whimper and cry, tensing a moment before he came, spurting so hard Oliver's chest became wet and sullied.
'Say you're mine,' Remus ordered and kept still for a second, trying not to come at the sight of Oliver and Severus, utterly debauched and spent.
'Yours,' Severus moaned, 'Only yours. Now come.'
'As my lover demands,' Remus growled and spent himself inside Severus' body.
They stood like that, embracing each other, until Severus winced and begged Remus to be released. His arms hurt, his arse felt as it was ripped open, and he was unable to move. Getting whipped and fucked like that left him in a deep, relaxed state. All he needed now was to rest in his lover's embrace and ride the high the hard whipping had given him.
Carefully, Oliver helped him stand. Remus untied him, whispering encouraging, sweet words in his ear. As Remus held him close, Oliver gathered blankets and pillows, and they laid him down in front of the fireplace. Severus just let them do with him what they wanted. Someone gave him a glass of water before he was tugged under a blanket, curled up between two warm bodies. Snuggling up to Remus, and with Oliver spooning him from behind, Severus had no intentions of going anywhere for a while.