katekintail (katekintail) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-13 00:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: katekintail, kink: collaring, kink: d/s, kink: dubious consent, kink: non-con, remus/omc |
LMOM: Collared- Part 13
Just a quick note to all you wonderful people still reading this fic. I had one big plan when I started this story: equal parts hurt and comfort. It's getting bad for our favorite werewolf in this section but it's nearly mid-month and I still plan to stick to my... plan.
Title: Collared Part 13
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: BDSM, dub-con (non-con), bad treatment of the sweet Remus
Pairing: Remus/OMC, past Remus/Sirius mentioned
Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets.
Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves.
Word Count: 1,714
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Remus figured he shouldn’t have been too surprised about Aaron and Benji. There wasn’t much to do during the days except sit in the room and wait for the meals. You had to make your own fun, if you wanted fun, and just about the only option available was to take yourself in hand or ask one of your roommates to do it for you. He rather envied the way his two roommates could enjoy themselves in these circumstances. Remus wasn’t sure he would ever get used to the Market.
When he was there, he wanted out so desperately, hoping a home with an owner would be a better existence. But both of his experiences with owners had gone badly in the end. Maybe that was his fault. Maybe he was broken, just as Miss Angelica had claimed.
Remus heard the footsteps and wasn’t sure he wanted to even lift his head to see the visiting owner. The black shoes stopped in front of Unit Eight, however, and Remus looked up. This time, he didn’t waste time. “Please, Severus. I’m so sorry for what happened in the past, you have to believe me. You have to help me.”
Snape looked down his hooked nose at Remus. “Lupin,” he said sharply, admonishingly. Then he turned to go.
“Wait!” Remus got up and darted out, braving the hurt of the heavy barrier to do it. Desperation raced through him. Whatever Snape was doing with these werewolves he came for had to be better than the first two owners who had selected Remus. Remus called out to him, “Please, I’ll do anything.” But Snape was moving down the hall, snagging any old werewolf on his way out instead of Remus.
“Anything, hmm?” Remus turned to see a large man in a velvet smoking jacket. “I’ll take you, if you really mean it.”
Remus felt sick to his stomach as he accepted the man’s collar.