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Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 28/31
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Pairing, all-over: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape
Additional pairings, this chapter: Implied Oliver/Lucius
Kink(s): Oral
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word count: 1,250
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?
28th May, 2008 -Time to Wake Up
He thrust upwards into warmth. The sensation of softness and an eager tongue made him forget the deep approaching yawn and he let out a velvet moan instead. It sounded a bit as it felt: Remus' mouth was living velvet, burning heat. The tip of a tongue was pressed into his slit, and he paid for the treatment with yet another sleepy groan. The hot, wet mouth moving over his swollen cock felt so good: the perfect way Remus' tongue moved over the head, the way his lips closed around the shaft, the way he sucked; a light, but persistent suction, teasing playfully before a harder suck made Severus unable to stay still. 'Remus,' he just managed before Remus' lips slid up, then down again, taking him in deeper every time.
Severus remembered nothing but having fallen asleep between Oliver and Remus. It didn't matter now that he was on his back on the living room rug, on a pile of pillows and blankets. He would like to be woken up like this every morning, if he could. Watching Remus bent over his groin; his lover's elegant, lean back stretched, the warm hands sliding over Severus' skin, the golden-brown hair spilling as a curtain over them both... Severus knew of nothing, no one, more beautiful than Remus Lupin. The curve where thigh met hip made Severus wish he could worship the spot, let his hands slide over it, kiss it. But Remus held him down, one hand on his' hip, the other moving on his body.
Severus became more awake as his arousal spiralled. He whispered encouragements to Remus: sweet words, filthy ones... oh, it felt so good! It was as if the words left his throat, made their way over his lips by their own volition; as if he had no command over them as long as his length was buried in Remus' pretty mouth. 'Please... suck me harder... want you... put... oh God... oh... fuck!' Remus put a finger in Severus' arse, and he was losing any control he had ever had.
Remus moved the finger in and out, matching the rhythm with the sucking. He was very good with his mouth and Severus wasn't sure he could continue to hold back much longer. Severus reached down, burying his hands in Remus' long hair, watching how the wet, pink mouth closed around his cock, sliding up and down the hard shaft, lips stretched by Severus' thick cock. Severus moaned and moved his hips upwards, but he couldn't take his eyes off Remus.
He was so beautiful.
Severus was sure there were men who, like Lucius and Draco, were more elegant. Men like Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood who were more masculine. Men more powerful, like Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange (who were both handsome as well). But no man was as beautiful and lovely and strong as his Remus. 'God almighty, I am so in love with you,' Severus groaned and dug his nails into Remus' shoulder, trying to prolong the perfect morning, the perfect warmth; this perfect moment in his life where he felt happy and loved and safe and very, very aroused.
Then Remus curled his finger inside Severus' body and, as Severus thrust hard, took his entire length down his throat. Remus didn't leave as much as a drop of the semen Severus pulsed into his mouth.
'What a lovely sight.' a drawling voice said, disturbing the moment.
Severus could barely open his eyes, but Remus sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 'Isn't it a bit early, Lucius? You see, I've barely finished my breakfast.'
'A dish I share the taste for, he is surely still as lovely as I remember him,' Lucius smiled, moved a bit to the side to let Oliver in. 'If you wouldn't mind getting up - or at least dress - we need to make plans. Rodolphus has played his first card, and I prefer it if we take him down before he manages to play yet another.' Lucius sat down in a flurry of cobalt blue and aquamarine robes.
Severus managed to sit up, still a bit dazed by the post-orgasmic bliss. He could almost feel Lucius' eyes on his back and arse. They bore vivid red marks after yesterday's lashing. Severus' skin felt broken and sore. Severus didn't mind. It just made the experience last longer. He liked being marked like that. He grabbed a robe from the nearby chair, pulling it over his head. He needed to shower; he was smeared with Remus' and Oliver's come, and his own. 'What happened that made it necessary for you to show up here like that, Lucius? Afraid you'd never see me again?' Severus' voice was a bit on the chilly side - like a winter day on the North Pole.
'I wouldn't have come, had it not been important. Oliver got, like I did, a box of chocolates by Owl this morning. From you, my Severus. And as I would never suspect you of such a generous and nice gesture, I had them scanned. Oliver's is poisoned.'
'But I didn't send...' Severus looked over at the desk where the chocolate he had purchased for his friend still lay; an unopened box wrapped in blue and silver. He closed his eyes, feeling immensely stupid. 'I did buy chocolate for you. At Honeydukes.'
Lucius followed Severus' look. 'Ah, Severus. There are more to you than what meets the eye.' Lucius sighed. 'Sometimes I regret I ever let you go. At least I have you back to support me and I need your advice. If you are awake enough to give it. Should we send the Aurors to arrest Mr Lestrange right away?'
'Depends,' Severus said, finally awake. 'Do you want to have a very firm grip around his bollocks? And are you able to use a day or so at St Mungo's?'
As Lucius thought it over, Folly showed up with coffee. Severus grabbed the mug he was offered and downed it. He felt better.
'Yes. You are not suggesting anything dangerous, are you?' Lucius leaned forward, sending the Honeydukes box a reluctant stare. 'I have a feeling I won't care for chocolate for some time after this.'
'If someone - that would be Rodolphus - tried to poison the Minister; his adviser, the honourable Headmaster of Hogwarts; said adviser's spouse, and a renowned international Quidditch player, how many years would it get him in Azkaban?'
'Oh, you are clever. You are certain the antidote is working?'
'No, Lucius. I just threw a few things together in a cauldron as I usually do, and hope for the best.' Severus glared at Lucius. 'Of course it works. We will eat that bloody chocolate, take the antidote, and off to St Mungo's we go. If we eat the chocolate after lunch, we'll be at Mungo's at teatime, and we will probably be well enough to work tomorrow.' Severus was getting angry. Damned pure-blood politics. For the first time in his life, he didn't care one Knut about politics. He wanted to have sex with his lover, and not with Lucius and Oliver watching.
'Calm down, Severus,' Remus whispered in his ear. 'I know what you need, and I'll give it to you. Hard.' Remus smiled. 'I think it sounds like a good idea, Lucius. Maybe if you'll come back for lunch? Severus and I have business we need to attend to first.'
Lucius gave Remus a wicked grin. 'Now you are really trying to make me jealous, Moony.' Lucius looked hungrily at Oliver. 'Maybe if Mr Wood wouldn't mind to keep me company a few hours, I might not need to go back to the Ministry.'
Oliver didn't mind, and it was time for tea before anybody cared to think of chocolate again.