LMOM: Collared- Part 21
Title: Collared Part 21 Author: KateKintail Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Kinks: wanking, threesome Pairing: Remus/Snape?, Lily/Snape, Remus/Snape/Lily 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: 1,462 Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Their first real day together could have gone better. Between Remus thinking he would be returned, being too eager to please, and wanting to be disciplined no fewer than three times, Snape had had to tread as carefully as he’d had to when he had been in the Dark Lord’s camp.
It had been a relief to finally tuck the exhausted, half-aware half-blood into bed for the night. Snape had brought a book to bed, but it sat, untouched, on the nightstand. His head raced with thoughts, possibilities, problems, and pain.
He had known Remus needed help but hadn’t had any idea of the extent of the damage. The paperwork said that Remus had been working as a rentboy until the time of his enrollment in the program, so he should have had a tough enough exterior to withstand whatever tortures the other owners set upon him. Yet, somehow, something had broken through. Something had touched him deep inside and he couldn’t break away… or didn’t want to.
“Remus,” Snape sighed softly, rolling onto his back. “What will I do with you?”
The problem was, he wouldn’t be able to bring any more werewolves home for the time being, not with Remus in this condition. There was no telling what he would do if he thought his territory was being invaded by another or if he thought his owner preferred someone else over him. Remus was the worst kind of unstable… and Snape knew how that felt far too well.
“Lily,” he whispered, closing his eyes, and before he knew it, he was stroking himself. The erection he had refused Remus access to earlier was back with eagerness now.
The wank started out the same as every one before it. As he stroked himself, he pictured Lily’s hand where his was. When he bit his lip, he imagined Lily kissing it, tugging playfully on it. When he flicked his fingers at his nipples, he could almost feel Lily’s touch, her breasts, her long red hair brushing over his pale skin.
But this time, the fantasy took a turn he hadn’t expected. Lily was there, all right, but so was Remus. The werewolf was there, lying on one side of him while Lily was on the other. They both touched him, both kissed him. Remus reached down to cup Snape’s balls while Lily swirled slick fingers around the head of Snape’s cock.
Snape moaned loudly, without restraint, and rolled onto his side. He hugged Lily’s beautiful body to his chest, making her his and his alone. She bent one of her knees, lifting her leg, spreading wide, allowing him access. And he slipped inside as if he were made just for her. It was a perfect fit and, Merlin, felt so damn good. But this time, Remus lay behind Snape, an arm draped around him securely. With a generous lubricating spell, Remus slid into Snape’s arsehole exactly when Snape’s body rocked back as he slipped out of Lily.
The sensation strangely new but utterly amazing all the same. If he rocked forward, he went deep into Lily. If he rocked back, Remus went deep into him. Snape thrust back and forth a few times, slowly, getting into the steady rhythm. Then he couldn’t help himself. He moaned and began bucking wildly, gyrating, thrusting, fucking and being fucked all at once.
He came as he had never come before, come gushing out of him like a geyser that had waited years to erupt. Snape pumped his cock until it was empty and vanished the mess afterward with a wave of his wand.
With his mind finally blank and his body physically exhausted, he pulled the covers up over himself and drifted off to sleep.
*
It took all his concentration to float the rock through the air, around the whipping branches of the homicidal tree, and get it to hit the knot in the tree trunk hard enough to make the tree calm. He still didn’t understand why Black would tell him how to do it, but he didn’t really care. He was too keen to confirm his great suspicions about what Remus and friends got up to once a month. So he slid into the passage where the roots parted and made his way along the long, dark tunnel.
“Lumos!”
The underground tunnel was cold, damp, and seemed to go on forever. He could hear every footstep he took. And he searched the shadows and the darkness for something… or someone.
Just as he was growing certain this whole thing was just a big joke Sirius Black was playing on him, he caught sight of something at the end of the tunnel. Something moving. Something wolfish.
And then there were the teeth- bright white, sharp, part of a vicious snarl. There was fur, ragged and thick. There were ears that stood up straight, at attention, then folded back on his head. And there were claws, scratching at the dirt in the ground as if getting ready to sprint.
Snape couldn’t move. He’d done the research; he’d been sure Remus Lupin must be a werewolf. And he knew how dangerous werewolves were. But he’d never really thought he’d be in danger. He thought he would catch the boy and call him out on in. Instead, he’d be werewolf food if he was lucky or maimed and turned into a werewolf if he was unlucky.
The wolf took one step closer, its nostrils flaring. Its eyes went white as the wand light struck his eyes at just the right angle. It made Snape shudder. There was no escape, no hope.
And then someone grabbed him from behind, dragging him backward by the arm and the torso. Someone turned him around, yelled run, and pushed him back toward the tree side of the tunnel. Behind him, Snape heard snarling and growling. It was still coming after him!
*
Snape woke with a start, his yelling so loud it rang in his own ears. But when he opened his eyes, by the light of the waning moon, he saw Remus standing over him and he screamed again.
Remus jumped back at the noise, just as startled as Snape was. But then he waved his hands about, pointing, trying to express concern and the fact that he knew Snape was in distress.
“Yes,” Snape said, his heart beating so fast he could feel it in his throat. “I had a nightmare.” He swallowed and tried to slow his breathing. There was no reason to tell Remus that he had these nightmares every night that werewolves slept in his house. Usually the dreams consisted of a werewolf jumping out at him from some random room in his house or at school. This dream had been different though; this one had been real. He supposed it had to do with the fact that it wasn’t just any old werewolf staying in the house. “I’ll be all right,” Snape insisted.
But Remus shook his head insistently. He disappeared out the room for a moment. Snape had just gotten his racing heart back under control when Remus returned with half a glass of warm milk. He must have heated the milk over the fire, because he couldn’t have used magic. Remus handed it over then smoothed Snape’s hair back from his face.
Snape drank, not really liking the taste but enjoying the warmth. And the touch wasn’t as completely unwelcome as it might have been. But when Remus pulled back the covers and attempted to get into bed, Snape stiffened and held him off. “Lupin, your presence is not going to help matters.” There was a certain irony about the man who had just tried to murder him in his dreams trying to comfort him now. Not to mention that letting Remus into his bed would only confuse the already confused man more. This wasn’t a relationship, it wasn’t even lust.
Remus circled around the bed and got in on the other side. He slid over before Snape could stop him, and pressed himself up to Snape’s back, one arm draped around Snape. He nuzzled his face into the back of Snape’s neck affectionately and hugged his owner close.
Snape closed his eyes. Well, maybe there was a little bit of lust in the mix. And maybe he didn’t completely hate this. He’d never been held like this before. Back when they were friends, Lily had hugged him a few times, and she had been sweet to him and concerned about him. But no one had ever cared like this. No one had ever insisted on holding him, petting him, kissing him. Snape shivered, wondering what it meant, but fell asleep before he came to any conclusions.