Rosy (real_life_rosy) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-17 19:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: real_life_rosy, kink: bondage, kink: d/s, kink: dubious consent, remus/severus |
LMoM: Tried and True, 17
Title: Tried and True
Author: Rosy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus and Sevy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Kink(s): dub-con, fingering, rimming, BDSM, and uniforms.
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Summary: In every genre, there are cliches. That includes pornography.
Notes: Really, I just wanted to do something fun and silly. :D Plus I thought, "Hey... wouldn't it be funny if someone wrote a smut fic like in Stranger Than Fiction where one of the characters hears the narrator?"
Word Count: 2,578
NOTE: I'm putting a very blatant note about this. Severus wears a uniform that is based off of the Nazi SS Uniform in this part. Do I like Nazis? NO. Do I condone what the Nazi regime did during WW2? NO. Do I find that particular uniform sexy (especially on Severus) despite its affiliations? YES. >.> If you have a problem with this, please please PLEASE don't read it. Thank you.
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Severus Snape could not fault his Narrator's sense of style.
"Sense of taste, perhaps."
The uniform he wore was, by all accounts, striking and especially suited for him. The black paten boots came to his knees, polished to a high shine. The jet-black trousers clung to his thighs, just as the tunic-like jacket neatly outlined his chest and arms. The Sam Browne belt was of the same paten leather as the boots, the silver belt buckle emblazoned with a draconic ouroboros. The same draconic ouroboros on the blood-red armband around his left bicep. A few medals decorated his tunic, and the single guard in the room stood at rigid attention, not daring to look him in the face.
"Fear and awe, hm? ...I suppose I could become accustomed to this."
He sat in a comfortable chair in front of a rather roughly crafted table, going over a file. The bare light bulb above him and the bars on the lone window were indicative of the other prison camps. This was a war, after all. And they had a rather... interesting captive.
The door swung open, and two burly looking guards brought in a rather scruffy looking Remus Lupin. His own uniform, far less flashy and polished than Severus', was rumpled, and his jaw was shadowed with stubble. Still, a determined and rebellious fire burned in those amber eyes, and he held himself proudly between his captors. The guards pushed him onto the stool across the table from Severus, holding his arms tightly despite the cuffs restraining his wrists. Remus glared at them, trying to pull his arms out of their meaty hands with little success.
Severus cleared his throat and glanced up. The guards still, looking at him. It took a mere tilt of his head towards the door for them to salute smartly and leave. Severus waited another moment, then looked up and smiled. "Captain Lupin," he drawled, his deep, rich baritone suiting the lilting accent admirably.
Remus glanced at the tabs on his shoulder. "Lieutenant."
Severus smiled. "I understand that you do not wish to speak with my... colleagues." He shrugged. "I understand your reluctance. I find them rather boorish myself."
"I don't wish to speak with you either... Lieutenant," Remus kept his voice just shy of an outright sneer.
Severus smiled again. "Come now, Captain. There is no reason we cannot be civil." He looked at the remaining guard, who quickly walked over and released Remus' restraints. "I trust you are more comfortable?" Remus was regarding him warily, as well he should. Severus merely closed the file and sat back, crossing one long leg over the other.
Remus rubbed one wrist absently, watching as the guard retreated to his corner and resumed his rigid stance. He glanced at Severus, obviously leery of a man whose subordinates feared him so much. "...yes. Quite comfortable, if not free."
Severus tsked. "An unfortunate side effect of war, I'm afraid. You were, after all, flying deep within our borders when you crashed. It is a miracle you survived really... and then to attack the investigating authorities..."
"They were pointing pistols at me," Remus said dryly.
Severus sighed. "Distrust and paranoia run rampant during such times, I am afraid. Men become strange creatures when they are forced to confront the unknown." He regarded Remus casually, interlacing his gloved fingers beneath his chin. "Tell me, have you perchance had the opportunity to read a novel entitled Tempest Tossed? It is a rather interesting discourse on how two childhood enemies must survive on a deserted island. I find it reflects rather clearly the same..."
"Surely," Remus said, looking at him with outright surprise, "you did not haul me from my quaint and comfy sell to discuss reading materials?"
Severus smiled, looking somewhat abashed. "I will admit... I did have an ulterior motive." He gestured to the guard, who left by a side door. "I understand that the English have a fondness bordering obsession for tea. This is true?"
Remus' eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring as an enticing smell wafted from the side room. "Yes... English comfort, we call it."
Severus nodded. "Yes. A pity, then, that it is being so strictly rationed in your country." He sat up as the guard brought the tray in, laden with digestibles and a large pot of tea. "I had the good fortune to acquire an entire tin of Earl Grey. I was wondering if you would join me."
Remus looked at him incredulously. "Tea. I'm here to have tea?"
Severus chuckled. "My... associates prefer coffee when they are not drinking themselves into a stupor. This would be lost on them. I would rather share it with someone who will appreciate it. And tea should not be drunk alone, should it? It is meant to be sipped during conversation, yes?"
Remus licked his lips unconsciously, nodding a little. "That is the general idea..."
"Well then," Severus smiled. "I do not see why two learned men cannot have a civil conversation over tea. I have read your file. You studied history at Cambridge before you entered the Royal Air Force." He began pouring tea, watching as Remus stared at the dark, richly scented liquid with longing.
"I suppose you went to school?" Remus managed.
"I did," Severus answered, setting aside the pot. "I entered the military in order to obtain a degree in medicine. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. Now I am the physician in charge of this facility. Do you take cream or sugar?"
"...cream." Remus glared at him a little. "You take part in those... experiments?"
Severus wrinkled his nose. "By no means. I do not deal with theoretical sciences. I am far more inclined to try and keep our prisoners and staff healthy, with what limited resources I have." He poured cream into Remus' tea, pausing when Remus edged forward. He handed over the cup, adding only a smidge of honey to his own tea. "You see, Captain Lupin, we are not all the madmen you believe us to be. We serve our country, just as you serve yours."
"You serve a madman who wants to kill half the world," Remus snapped, before taking a sip of the tea, and then a longer, deeper swallow. Even he, as high on his moral horse as he was, could not resist the alluring scent.
Severus sighed. "You are a student of history, yes?" At Remus' nod, he continued. "Then you must realize that this is but a chapter in a much larger tome. Mankind's history is full of such bloodied pages. And what some men call mad, others call inspired. Only the future will tell who is correct in their assumptions." He waved a hand. "But this is unpleasant conversation, and I do not wish to have such during tea. Where did you grow up?"
Remus blinked, a little startled. "...in Wales."
"Ah," Severus said, relaxing and taking a sip of his tea. "I have heard the theory that the historical King Arthur was actually of Wales more than the larger Brittany."
Remus nodded, taking another sip. "Yes, there's evidence that suggests that Arthur was a Roman who protected Wales from the invading Angles and Saxons. Wales, by itself, was far more defensible than the whole of the island." He shrugged. "Cut off the supplies and you could starve out the entire populace in a matter of months, really.
Severus smiled slightly. "I see. And you believe this even now?"
"We're an island nation still," Remus said. "Even with..." He paused, blinking, and then looked down at the tea with a frown. Severus merely waited. "...what... did you give me?"
The smile that curled Severus' lips was devious and sly. "Sodium theopental. More commonly known as Sodium Pentothal."
Remus' eyes bulged. "Truth serum?!"
"In the cream. And sugar. I wasn't entirely sure which one you'd pick, though I sincerely doubted you would take your tea black." Severus set aside his cup. "And now, Captain Lupin, I think we have much more to discuss."
Remus stood, flinging the table to the side with a crash. "I'm not going to tell you a damned bloody thing!" he screamed, hands curling into fists. The guards were too quick, however, catching him before he could launch himself at the still seated Severus.
Severus regarded him coolly for a long moment. "Strip him."
The guards were efficient, getting rid of Remus' clothing without tearing it, and then chaining him to the manacles hanging from the ceiling. Severus stood, removing his belt and unbuttoning his tunic. "Leave us." The guards didn't hesitate; they obeyed, each of them leaving quickly.
"I'm not going to tell you anything!" Remus repeated, twisting about on his chains. "Damn you!"
Severus merely removed his coat, leaving him in the crisp white shirt beneath it. "Ah, Captain Lupin," he said. "But I think you will. You see... I know more about you than you think. More than your superiors ever did." He picked up the object that had been lying innocuously in the shadow of his chair. Sidestepping the mess of shattered china and spilt food; he came up to Remus... and trailed the leather tongue of the crop along his spine.
The muscles along Remus' back twitched instinctively, and Remus sucked in a sharp breath. Severus chuckled. "Oh yes, I knew the moment I saw you. The way you moved, the way you were so careful not to touch, the way you looked at me in my uniform. They were all my spies, you see." He leaned in, putting his mouth to Remus' ear. "As much as you loathe me, you cannot deny the appeal, can you?"
"Bastard," Remus spat, recoiling even as a flush stained his cheeks. "I don't know what you're talking about..."
Severus merely chuckled, continuing to trail the crop along Remus' sensitive skin. "Your body is more honest, I think." He let the tongue of the crop tap the curve of Remus' ass, pleased when the cheeks quivered in response. "It knows the touch of leather... the touch of a man... it knows that point where pain and pleasure become intermingled and indistinguishable from one another. And..." He drew the crop away, letting Remus anticipate the swing, "...it knows I can take you there."
The crop whistled as it came down in a sharp lash against Remus' asscheeks. Remus cried out, throwing his head back before he bit his lip. Severus again caressed Remus' skin with the supple leather before swatting at him again. And again. He was careful not to overlay the lashes too much; he wanted Remus to feel each individual sting, not just one large throbbing pain. He worked his way from Remus' ass to the back of his thighs, watching as the skin turned pink.
Remus was panting now, trying to breathe through the pain even as his yelps became breathy and soft. His body swayed into each strike whenever he felt the crop leave his skin, rocking back on his toes to meet its sweet bite. His fingers curled around the chains holding him up, even as he shook his head desperately. "No... no I don't want this..."
Severus leaned in, trailing his nose along Remus' shoulder. "No?" he purred, reaching around to trail his gloved fingers along Remus' erect cock. "Are you quite sure?"
"Guh..." Remus shivered, his body arching at the touch.
Severus purred, letting him feel the smooth, supple leather of the glove tease and caress his cock. "It doesn't have to be pain..." he murmured. "I would rather give you pleasure, beautiful as you are..." He pressed a kiss to Remus' shoulder. "Say yes..."
"Never..." Remus breathed.
Severus' eyes flashed, and he pulled away, desire and rage coursing through him in turns. He began again, making a stinging pattern of welts along Remus' backside. By the time he paused again, Remus was panting, groaning in pain and yet arching in pleasure. Severus set aside the crop, knowing another bout would be too much. Instead, he knelt down and licked gently along one angry red welt, soothing it with his tongue. Remus shivered, then moaned softly.
Severus spread Remus' cheeks, a murmured spell cleaning him thoroughly before Severus' tongue slithered along his crease. He heard Remus gasp, felt his body shudder as he moaned again. He lapped at Remus carefully, and then began working his tongue past the tight entrance of his lover's body. Remus twisted and writhed, gasping and moaning when Severus mouthed his balls. "No..." Remus moaned in denial, even as his hips rocked back.
Severus took the fingertip of his glove in his teeth and peeled it off before whispering another spell. He worked one slicked finger inside of Remus, crooking his finger for just the right spot. Remus moaned from the marrow of his bones when Severus found it. Severus pressed against him, fingering him teasingly. "I can give you pleasure and pain in equal measure," he murmured, brushing a kiss against Remus' throat. "Say yes... say you are mine and I will give it all to you.."
Remus' eyes rolled up into his head, showing the whites. His cock dribbled against his belly, hard and throbbing with his rapid pulse. He gasped, pressing back against Severus' teasing finger with wanton abandon. "Yes...." he gasped at last, letting his head fall back.
Severus removed his finger, replacing it with the broader length of his cock. He pushed into Remus slowly, letting Remus' body adjust to the slick breach. Remus breathed in huccuphing gulps, his toes curling against the bare floor as Severus filled him. Once he was completely sheathed, Severus waited. He waited until Remus whimpered and whined, trying to rock back against him.
He put his mouth to Remus' ear. "Tell me."
Remus groaned. "Yes..." he breathed at last, and Severus rewarded him with a slow, deep thrust.
"Are you mine?" Severus demanded again, his hand reaching around to trail his warm fingers over Remus' cock.
"Yes!" Remus gasped, his body arching. "Yes... yes I'm yours.."
Another slow, deep thrust. "And you will tell me what I want to know?" he asked again, pressing in deeper.
Remus moaned, letting his head fall back against Severus' shoulders. "Anything..." he panted. "Anything... just please..."
"Do you love me?" Severus whispered, feeling tension coil in his belly that had nothing to do with his angry, almost furious arousal.
Remus breathed out a little sigh, as if in relief. "Yes..." He tipped his head, nuzzling against Severus' cheek. "Yes... Severus..."
Severus took hold of Remus' hips.... and thrust. Remus cried out, his body shaking as the sensation rolled through him. He set up a hard, fast rhythm, taking his own pleasure even as he gave to Remus. Remus cried out, taking it, taking everything Severs gave him and pleading for more, for faster, for harder... and Severus gave it, felt compelled to give Remus whatever he needed, whatever he wanted.
He had only to close his hand around Remus' cock for Remus to scream in ecstasy, spilling over the cold, bare floor. Severus hissed and followed not soon after, emptying himself into Remus.
When he pulled away, he saw the mess he had made of Remus' back and winced. This... this wasn't love. He wasn't sure what it was but it wasn't love. Love couldn't hurt like this.
All I'll ever bring him is pain, Severus thought, gingerly lowering a limp, near unconscious Remus to the floor. It's all I'll ever bring anyone...