LMoM: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore, Part 9 (SS/RL) Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 9/31 Rating (this chapter): NC-17 Pairing, all-over: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Additional pairings, this chapter: Remus/Draco Kink(s): D/s, oral, prostitution, nipple play Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word count: 3,150 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 people as a Death Eater spy and a paid man, a werewolf whore?
Severus had left the meeting he had been in, surrounded by a charm clumsily made up to hide the scent of sex and Lupin that he was sure clung to him. He was quite certain he didn't smell, but he still felt uncomfortable and - at times - aroused. Lupin had known exactly what he had done when he demanded Severus wasn't allowed to shower until he was back from the Ministry. It was sweet torture, being so close to Remus and still under his command.
Together with Lucius, the older Nott and Adrian Pucey, Severus had made plans for the Muggle half-way house; an institution for those Lucius wanted either in or out of the wizarding world. Severus was surprised to realise that Lucius, aside from his prejudice which hadn't lessened much, wasn't entirely dismissing the fact that Muggles did, in fact, produce wizarding children continuously. That was what the half-way house was for: a home for the children Muggle parents wanted to dispose of because they had no idea how to handle them. Lucius made sure to send them off to France, where they didn't mind the tainted blood.
'It is not so much their genes,' Lucius told Severus. 'It is the fact that they arrive here, eleven years old, without any idea they are wizards. Look at the catastrophe that was Harry Potter and you know how it is when the little ignorant bastards are let loose on us. Same with the intolerable Granger woman, but at least we have her put into her place now.'
'Potter? After all he managed to remove the largest obstacle for you, in your search for power,' Severus had said, briefly considering how his life had looked, had Lily not come from a Muggle family with decidedly odd opinions about democracy and class that didn't go well with the political climate in the wizarding world. Personally, Severus wouldn't have been against being removed from his home before he had begun at Hogwarts. Not at all. He had Lucius to thank for his pre-Hogwarts education, because Merlin knew neither his mother or the man who had sired him did anything in that direction. The best thing Severus' mother had done was to let Severus visit the Malfoys every time Lucius was home. Severus supposed Potter wouldn't have been against living somewhere else, his Muggle family had been more than appalling. There was the tiny problem with the protection of blood and kin, but see where that had got Potter in the end. He was just as dead as the other witches and wizards who had lost their lives in the last battle after the Dark Lord's fall. The Death Eaters had been fewer but stronger, and Potter's demise had been devastating to the other side. Lord Voldemort's death had not evoked the same negative feelings, on the contrary it had helped the Death Eaters fight even harder, led by Rodolphus Lestrange who didn't seem especially broken by the loss of his lovely and utterly insane wife and the megalomaniac wizard she had loved.
Severus dragged himself out of the deep thoughts he had fallen in. He was relieved when he was able to leave the meeting; it had been immensely boring. He went in the direction of the luxurious office down the corridor that Lucius had given him. Half way he passed a tall half-human shape prowling the hall. The man was clad in new flashy robes, dirty and torn in places already. Greyback. Lucius' hunter and executor.
'If it isn't the dethroned headmaster back from the dead.' Fenrir smirked, his yellow canines flashing in the candlelight. He smelled slightly of rotting blood and raw meat.
'Well, if it isn't Lucius' tame werewolf. Lost your collar, little mongrel?' Severus' sarcasm could have cut Fenrir's throat, had it been a knife.
Fenrir stepped closer, then stopped. He tilted his head a bit and breathed in. 'So worked up for a reason, Snape? Angry I got there before you?' Fenrir's face contracted into a mean, feral grimace.
Severus' eyes narrowed. 'Angry you got where? I don't know what you are talking about, but that is to be expected, half-wit as you are.' Severus stepped back, suddenly aware of the werewolf's enhanced senses.
'You reek of Lupin.' Fenrir sneered, then stepped forward to whisper in Severus' ear. 'You are fucking him. I didn't think you had it for werewolves. Maybe you are so deviant you want to know how he cried and wailed when I bit him? Do you pay him to tell you while you fuck him? How close I was to take him and rip him apart? How close I was to fucking his little boy arse. I bet you do! Why else would you have his scent all over you? Like to wallow in your own prejudice?'
Severus went entirely still. A cold rage flared inside him. How dared Greyback? How dared he taunt Lupin's condition like that. Severus felt a possessiveness like nothing else grow inside him, an urge to protect and care for the werewolf's innocent victim. It disturbed him almost as much as Greyback's words. Fenrir Greyback was a sick bastard if there ever was one. The mere thought of what he had wanted to do to Remus as well made Severus feel sick. And he wasn't biased, Greyback was so very wrong! Wasn't he in Lupin's bed without having given much thought to what Lupin was, except when the wolf peeked out to make their sex even more rough? Suddenly, Severus understood what Lupin must have gone through when the filth that was Fenrir Greyback had contaminated him. No wonder Lupin wanted to be in control of things in bed when his life otherwise never had allowed him to. The enhanced understanding of Lupin's situation made Severus more angry. His eyes narrowed, the odd feelings he had had regarding Lupin finally concentrating and beginning to make sense. 'Never turn your back to me, Fenrir Greyback,' Severus said softly in a voice so icy it would have made an glacier shiver from cold. Yes. That was how it was. If Remus could not protect himself against scum like Greyback, Severus would. He had the power, the Minister's support, and he had the ruthlessness Remus didn't. He glared at Greyback, making sure the beast understood Severus did not issue idle threats. 'Because I'll stab you in it when you least expect it.'
'Ah, Snape... so protective of your rent boy. I didn't know you could afford Moony. He's good, isn't he? He sucks cock like no one else. Such a lovely warm mouth.'
Severus paled. 'He would never let the likes of you touch him.' Severus' eyes were narrowing; anyone less ruthless than Greyback would have crumbled at the mere sight.
Fenrir just laughed. 'Do you really think a tight-arsed whore like him has a choice? The Ministry owns the little puppy. He does what he's told, Headmaster.' Fenrir leaned closer, again overwhelming Severus with his stench of wild animal and prey. 'I make him suck me, and he makes me remember. He was six, Severus, and he screeched like a little girl when I touched him. He still does. That's the only reason I like to do him. He's far too old for me. I like them... young. Maybe I can make him take Polyjuice potion next time. I make him do that occasionally. I am sure I can get some hair from his son.'
Severus had closed his fists so hard his nails were cutting little half-moon shaped wounds in his palms. He thanked Merlin for the self-control he had acquired in Voldemort's company. 'I meant what I said, Greyback. Turn your back to me for a moment, and you'll find yourself dead.' Severus let Greyback see exactly how the words had affected him. 'And it is not a threat. I do not threaten vermin, I dispose of them,' he said calmly. 'You are dead, Greyback, but still breathing. It won't last.'
Fenrir just let out a laughter that sounded like a barking hyaena, turned his back to Severus - clearly deliberately - and strolled down the hallway to Lucius' office.
Severus watched him, trying to manage the anger that threatened to make him kill Fenrir on the spot. For the first time in his life, Severus considered planning a murder to revenge somebody he didn't like.
Hiding his face in the pillows, Remus was trying not to laugh. It was quite hard, but he couldn't allow himself as much as a giggle. But it was difficult. Really. What wasn't hard was the young man behind him. The selfsame young man had been pulling Remus' hair, then tried to spank him, used a crop with even less success. Remus had about had it, but he was paid, and Draco Malfoy had the Galleons. The customer was always right.
Remus tried to distract himself with the memories of Severus' naked body, and of the things Severus had allowed him to do. It helped a little, and Remus was caught up in his thoughts enough as not to notice anything before Draco gave up, threw the crop on the bed and informed Remus he couldn't do it.
'What would you like instead,' Remus asked kindly as he sat up, rubbing the spot over his kidneys where one of Draco's strokes accidentally had hit. 'I am sorry if I am not pleasing you.'
'It's... it's not...' Draco looked down. 'You were my professor... I... I can't...'
Remus wondered why Draco was here in the first place. It seemed as if he'd like to be somewhere else. Like Remus. 'Mr Malfoy, it would help if you told me what you'd like; why what we are doing isn't pleasuring you.'
'My father... he...' Draco looked insecure, and the haughty demeanour from when they began the session had disappeared entirely.
Remus turned around, then put an arm around Draco's shoulder. 'Your father sent you here, yes.' Remus had a notion Lucius could be terribly convincing if there was something he had decided others should do. 'Didn't you want to come?'
'Yes. My father... he said I shouldn't get married before I had tried... men. That I couldn't continue trying things out, as soon as Greengrass and I...' He dropped his eyes and sighed. 'He wants me to get more experience.'
'But?' Remus found this so typically Lucius, goading his son into any pleasure available for him. Even if Draco didn't want it.
'Father told me a Malfoy must always be on top, especially in a situation like this.' Draco looked up, his eyes innocent. 'Father says I had to be in charge.'
'Well, your father isn't here,' Remus said, trying not to tell Draco exactly how much his father liked it when Remus was tying him up or fucking him so hard and rough up against the wall the older Malfoy had to have his back and arse healed before he left. 'You are not-' Remus hesitated to ask, '-inexperienced when it comes to sex?' Remus didn't think so, the lovely younger Malfoy had been the target of several marriage-willing girls even before Draco finished at Hogwarts.
'No. Not at all.' Draco smiled for the first time since he had set foot in the brothel. 'I can get any girl I like. I just don't think I share my father's fondness for being in charge. If... I think I might like it the other way around, but I've not tried that. Girls seem to be expecting me to do things.'
'Maybe it has been the wrong girls, then,' Remus said and rubbed Draco's back. 'It is your first time here, and I want you to be comfortable. Would you rather just talk, or would you allow me to suggest something? Something you'd like better than what we've done?'
'You are not going to tell father, are you?' There was an endearing insecurity in Draco's voice that made Remus melt. The boy was gorgeous when he was like that, so sweet and innocent behind the arrogant surface.
'Anything that happens here is between you and me, Draco. Discretion above all. I would be out of business if I told even the slightest thing about what happens in my house.' Why Lucius had interfered with Draco's personal life was beyond him.
'Oh,' Draco said. 'Maybe you could tell father I did what he wanted me to? I'm sure he'll interrogate you about...'
'No. I never tell. Anything.' Remus knew how to keep secrets, and except for the occasions where he had more than one man present, or at the social gatherings he often held, no information was ever exchanged with anyone. Not even with the Minister.
Draco let out a relieved sigh and turned to lie down in the large bed. 'Maybe...' he began, as he looked up at Remus with those fantastic grey eyes, so like his father's. 'Maybe you could just be... the stronger? Like in school, when you...'
Remus wasn't in doubt what Draco was trying to suggest. Seeing the Malfoy heir squirm wasn't exactly appalling. 'Would you like me to tie you up a little?' Remus asked. 'In a way that'll make you able to pull the rope and get out of the ties if you want to? Maybe caress you when you are tied to the bed?'
Draco's eyes widened, and his cock made a nice twitch. 'Oh, yes!'
Ah, success. Remus decided to poke a bit more, to better be able to satisfy his generous customer. 'Do you like pain? Just a little? I can do whatever you like, Draco, but I need to know what your desires are.' Remus smiled, and let the wolf peek out a bit, adding to the slightly dominant stance Remus had taken, leaning over Draco.
Draco sank and his cock was rising to the occasion. 'Nipples,' he whispered, inaudibly. 'I like...'
'Have you ever tried nipple clamps,' Remus purred, knowing Draco was exactly where he wanted to be now. On his back, insecure, waiting for Remus to decide. 'Just a little pain, nice little clamps that pinch and twist your beautiful nipples when I pull the chain that connects the clamps? A pleasant reward when you have behaved like a good boy for me?'
Draco's reply was almost a cry. 'Oh! Please, yes!' He closed his eyes and bit his lips. 'And... suck.. Suck me off?'
'I think I like your suggestions.' Remus let a finger slide up Draco's stomach, leaving a slight red mark where the nail scratched the white skin. He leaned down, his breath ghosting Draco's ear. 'If you need me to stop, or if you feel uncomfortable, say "Hogwarts". Then I'll stop, and we can find out if you need more, or if you have had enough.'
'Hogwarts,' Draco repeated. 'All right.'
'So, since you have been such a bad boy, trying to fool me into submission, I think I'll tie you up now, so you can receive your punishment. Are you ready, Draco?'
'Yes! Please!' Draco's cock was hard as a rock. Remus didn't hide his smile now. 'Grab the headboard,' he demanded, watching as Draco let out the first true moan of pleasure as he did as he was told. Remus grabbed his wand on the nightstand and conjured a rope, commanding it to wrap itself around Draco's hands. He leaned forward and pushed the end of the rope in Draco's hand. 'Pull this if it becomes too much. It'll make the rope disappear,' he informed.
Draco just nodded. 'It won't,' he said. 'I think I'm going to like this.' There were two lovely rosy spots blushing on his cheeks.
'Me too, Draco,' Remus said, smiling at the beautiful young man on the bed. He would. The way he liked a cuppa or a nice stroll in the park, but at least it wasn't revolting. Draco was pretty and obviously submissive. Not too bad for a day on the job. At least Remus wouldn't have to plan dinner or think of the latest book he'd read while he fucked Draco Malfoy. This was one of the few moments where he enjoyed his trade: teaching an insecure young wizard about the pleasures that could be found in dominance and submission, or even in the pain that could be administered - or received - with it. The eternal teacher, Remus mused as he summoned a metal chain with a pair of padded clamps in each end.
Draco looked at him, then at the chain, with eyes wide from lust and anticipation. He kept quiet until Remus licked his nipples, nipping and biting them until Draco cried out, writhing on the bed, pushing his whole chest against Remus' mouth to get more. Remus let go and tweaked the wet, pink nipples. Draco whimpered nicely, alternating with delicious little moans, until Remus was able to pinch him hard; harder, even, than the clamps would.
'Ready?' Remus asked, holding up the chain and clamps. 'If you take this to my satisfaction, I'll do something nice to your lovely cock,' Remus purred and bent down to give Draco Malfoy a small sample of exactly how nice it would be.
The small cries Draco made as Remus put the clamps on him did arouse Remus considerably. Draco Malfoy was just about the cutest thing when he was in a little pain, trying to do what he was told, as to get more of Remus' cunning mouth. Remus wondered if Severus would show up, because when he was done with his client, he would love to make Severus whimper just as nicely. And fuck him. Hard.
Remus shook his head and turned his attention to work. He swallowed Draco's cock to the root and at the same time pulled the chain attached to the young man's nipples.
The cries became loud and, as Remus pulled the chain more firmly, Draco thrust hard into Remus' mouth a few times before he came, babbling something incoherent about masters and punishment. At the height of his orgasm, Remus pulled the chain again; pulling off the clamps, that way adding a bit more pain to give Draco more pleasure. The cries made Remus wish Severus was here, upstairs in his bed, so he could go up there and ram his own cock into Severus' warm and willing body.
Unfortunately, Remus had been quite adamant that Severus wasn't supposed to show up until after midnight. When Draco had left.