LMoM: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore, Part 10 (SS/RL) Title: The Diary of a Death Eater Whore 10/31 Rating (this chapter): NC-17 Pairing, all-over: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Additional pairings, this chapter: none Kink(s): D/s, blood/knifeplay, UST, genital shaving, partially clothed sex, alpha!Remus, mirror sex Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word count: 3,000 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?
The clock had barely struck twelve times, announcing that Saturday and the midnight hour had begun, before a loud knocking on the door sent Folly down to let the visitor in.
A tired Severus Snape threw his robe on a Rococo chair in the hall. 'Is he in?' Severus asked, knowing he was stretching Remus' demand by arriving so early. He really hoped Remus' customer had left. It felt increasingly nauseating to think of what Lupin had to do, and the encounter with Greyback had not done anything to ease that feeling. The most nauseating aspect was that Severus understood how little difference there was between what Remus was doing and what he had done: they had both been for sale, although Severus had not been paid with Galleons. And just like Severus had realised very early in his career as a Death Eater, this was a similar situation for Remus: there was no way out of it.
Severus had felt that way too; caught up in the circumstances. Not until Albus Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort had died, there had been a way to break free. Severus had never had a problem finding the necessary hate to cast that Unforgivable on Albus (although Severus would have preferred not to become a murderer again), and he would happily have used it on his other former master. When it came to the new ruler of the wizarding world, Lucius was at least human, with flaws and strengths and weaknesses (of which one clearly was a dominant Remus Lupin). Lucius' manipulation was to a certain degree not as hurtful as Dumbledore's ruthless use of Potter and everybody else who had been blind enough to trust the master manipulator. In that regard, Lucius was transparent and often used a quid pro quo approach.
Folly disappeared without another word, only to pop back a few seconds later. 'Master Remus Lupin will see Severus Snape,' the House-elf informed him.
Severus let out a relieved sigh and hurried up the stairs. Half-way up, he reminded himself that he was going to see the man he usually disliked and detested for what he was. Of course he was in no hurry, he told himself, because what could Lupin possibly have that would make Severus act so undignified?
The rest of the stairs were taken at a leisurely pace. Severus was still able to lie to himself.
Remus was striding impatiently through his living room. He was restless, and so was the wolf. He could hear Severus outside, suddenly changing the pace of steps. To Remus, it was as if Severus couldn't get inside fast enough, getting naked so Remus could feast on his skin, his scent, his body. He hoped Severus had obeyed, not taking a shower, because Remus wanted to wallow in the pack's smell, in the knowledge that Severus was his - the only thing he could control in this odd life of his. It was as if they had both left behind their past conflicts; their clashing opinions; their former lives, when Severus came up here, to Remus' private flat. He wasn't sure whether he should feel worried or not. One thing was certain: they gave each other something the other needed, something basic and desired, since they were both able to forget everything else for the other.
As soon as Remus sensed Severus standing outside the door, he pulled it open, almost violently. Before Severus could say a word, Remus had his nose buried in Severus' neck, taking in the scent of pack and salty sweat and of Severus himself. Yes! Oh... Remus gave up and let the wolf take over, even before it began to fight him. The wolf could have its share, then Remus would have his, later, when the wolf had had its cock up Severus' arse, and had come and growled and claimed. Later. Remus' eyes flashed yellow and feral.
Severus wanted to fight when Remus, almost violently, pulled him with him, after having sniffed and snorted like another dog for a bitch in heat. The man was really an animal. The thought made Severus shiver. 'Like a dog,' he let out before he could stop himself, more aroused by Remus' treatment than he was willing to admit. 'Take me like a dog!' Severus forgot the feeling of being sweaty and dirty when he saw the look in Remus' eyes. The wolf was there, Remus had gone and left Severus alone with the beast. It probably meant that Severus was getting exactly what he wanted. Severus couldn't stop himself from letting out a moan.
'Off! Now!' Remus' words were more a growl than anything comprehensible by human ears. He pulled and ripped Severus' clothes, then pushed him down on the floor, where he tried to open his trousers, shivering. Remus murmured a spell, making sure he could ram his cock inside the man without hurting him too much. The wolf had no time for preparation. 'Head down, on your arms,' Remus demanded and opened his jeans. He growled as he kneeled behind Severus, grabbing his hip with one hand, making him cry out from the sheer power of the strong hand digging into his flesh.
'Fuck me!' Severus pushed his dignity aside, replacing it with a deep arousal. 'Please, Remus!' Pushing his trousers and pants down, barely enough to expose his arse to Remus, Severus shivered: anticipation, need, lust. He was utterly unable to resist a forceful Remus Lupin! Then Remus' cock was at his opening, the head pushing hard to get inside, leaving Severus no choice than try to relax as Remus pushed his length all the way inside. Severus cried out; the rough pain and the exquisite pleasure mingled, leaving Severus unable to do anything but try to breathe through the overload of sensations.
Remus' cock slid easily in and out; the spell he had used had left Severus' tight hole slick and hot. He set an almost violent pace, letting the beast rut and take, just as it wanted. Like Severus wanted. The sounds of moans and growls; of skin slapping against skin filled the silence. Remus was pulling and ripping at Severus' robe, trying to get more skin contact, more of the scent that was Severus. It only took a few minutes of frantic thrusts before Remus let out a deep moan and came, pumping hard into his lover's still very tight arse.
Severus hadn't come, but God he wanted to! Remus' hard fucking had left him even more needy, longing for everything Remus could give. 'Let me come... so good,' Severus managed as Remus slammed into him, coming hard. An attempt to fist his own cock to follow Remus over the edge was discouraged by a brutal grip around his wrist.
'Not yet, Severus.' The wolf was snarling, and it made Severus breathless, longing even more for the orgasm he wasn't allowed. 'When I say so.'
Severus didn't say anything, just put his head on his arms. Patience. He had always had a lot of it, but damn it, Remus was able to wear it thin. 'Soon?' he moaned, wanting to come so badly, with Remus' hard cock pistoning into his tight body.
Remus leaned over the warm body under his, breathing in. The smell of lemon and salt and sweat was like a charm to the wolf. He used a few minutes on just holding and kissing Severus' neck, nibbling and searching out the sweetest-smelling spots. The wolf had had what it wanted, and now it was Remus' turn. He pulled out carefully, for a moment admiring his work, sliding a finger into Severus' gaping hole; come and oil seeping out. Remus held back an urge - his and the wolf's - to lean in and bury his tongue in the mess. Maybe later, another day, he would lick Severus' arse like that, when it was used and wet and open. When they were closer to full moon. When the wolf would howl and growl and bloody appreciate it for the base action it was to lick one's own come from one's lover's sullied hole.
'Mmm,' Remus purred, 'soon.' He stood, pulling Severus with him. He turned him in his arms, for the first time since Severus had arrived looking deeply into his eyes. 'Are you ready for more?' he asked quietly, caressing Severus' cheek. 'Maybe a bath would be good? There are so many nice things one can do there.' Remus leaned in and kissed the thin mouth.
'Please!' Severus definitely wanted water and soap and Remus' naked body. Actually, he wanted it so much that his delayed orgasm didn't matter. Remus would see to that later. Severus reached up and pushed the open robe off his shoulders. 'Now?'
'Come on,' Remus said, and pulled Severus with him to the luxurious bathroom.
Wizarding bathrooms exceeded any Muggle bathroom Severus had ever been in. This wasn't an exception. Stretching out in the built-in tub - an orgy in dark blue glazed tiles and silver taps - was heaven. Remus' fingers in his hair and on his body didn't subtract from the experience. Severus felt clean and satisfied.
A light pinch of a nipple dragged him out of the relaxed state.
'I think I want you on the floor, on your back, legs spread,' Remus said softly. 'Hands over your head.' Remus slid a hand down Severus' body, relishing the lean lines of his lover's legs. It felt so good to have something of his own.
Severus didn't argue. Why would he? If Remus would kindly use his considerable talent to give Severus another orgasm, like the one he had the day before, he'd be willing to lie down anywhere. He didn't even try to reach for a towel. He spread out his legs, giving Remus access to his arse and cock. It felt slightly humiliating, being exposed like this, and the feeling mingled with his budding arousal, making Severus moan.
'Mmm, like that, yes,' Remus whispered. 'So lovely.' He leaned down and kissed Severus' inner thigh as he cupped the heavy bollocks. 'I think I want to see more of your skin,' Remus said, summoning soap and a razor. 'You better lie very still now. We do not want you cut up, do we?' Remus actually wouldn't mind a minor cut or two. To see Severus' blood well up, warm and iron-smelling, and trickle over the lovely pale skin... The wolf would like it too. To lick it off. To taste Severus on his tongue. Remus licked his lips and slid a hand between Severus' legs, cupping his bollocks.
The first stroke made Severus shiver. Cold, sharp steel slid over his skin, leaving a smooth, naked surface. He raised his head a bit; opposite the tub was a large mirror that gave Severus a view to his spread legs, his arse and to Remus who looked concentrated and determined. A bit like a predator just before the kill. It never occurred to Severus to stop Remus; this was a part of what Severus had offered his new lover: his body belonged to Lupin as long as they were playing. Severus allowed himself to sink into the safety of Remus' care and his willingness to claim Severus as his.
'Such lovely skin.' Remus was almost purring over the pliancy his lover offered. He spread soap over Severus' groin, then removed hair and foam, leaving the pale skin free of any hair to drag attention away from the more important parts. Severus' cock was hardening again. Remus had to stop and breathe, as not to hurry. He wanted to finish shaving Severus' groin, then swallow the hard length and make Severus come. Soon Severus was rid of any hair, except for the thin line of soft black hair that led from the taut stomach to the gorgeous cock between his legs.
'Would you like to come now,' Remus murmured as he took a bowl and poured warm water over Severus' skin, slowly massaging his cock and bollocks. 'Would you like to be allowed to fuck my mouth, to push yourself so deeply in my throat as you can manage?'
Severus whimpered softly. His skin felt exposed and cool, and the thought of seeing Remus' beautiful lips and hot mouth around it; to feel him suck and lick until Severus couldn't hold back any longer... oh, yes. 'Please,' Severus croaked. 'Anything.'
Remus let the sharp blade brush over Severus' cock. 'Anything?' Remus asked, feeling the wolf roar, appreciating sex, mate, blood, life. Remus slid a sharp nail down the skin as well, leaving a pink welt. 'Even to let me drink you in another way? Your come and your blood in my mouth at the same time?' Remus bent forward, his long hair falling over Severus' body. 'Are you aware how much it will arouse me? How it will make me come again, just because I can do that to you?' Remus' mouth was close to Severus' ear, his voice but a whisper. 'I'll fuck you so hard you will scream and beg me to stop - after I have sucked you off. I am going to make you wonder if I broke you, if you are ever going to be able to sit again because I am going to force myself inside you so roughly you think I have ripped you apart. Would you like that?'
'Fuck, Lupin!' Severus couldn't keep still but thrust up, wantonly, against Remus' hand and the sharp knife. Somehow it was so base, so raw and wild what Remus wanted. 'Yes! Please, yes!'
'I knew you would see it that way,' Remus growled and slid the thin blade over Severus' cock, leaving a thin, shallow cut. Severus cried out: a mix of pain and pleasure. It made Remus dizzy from lust, to see his lover like that, caught in the abandon of submission. 'You're so beautiful,' Remus said and bent down to taste Severus again. The iron and the slight saltiness of Severus' pre-come made the wolf happy. It was precisely what it wanted, the taste of everything its mate was: sex and life and pack. Remus sucked hard, even harder when Severus made little soft sounds, his hands searching for Remus' hair. It didn't take long. Remus took Severus' long cock down his throat and Severus froze, arched his back in a hard-strung bow from the tiles and came, giving the wolf more of what it wanted. Remus took it all, rubbing himself with the heel of his hand. He wanted Severus again. It was incredible how hot the ugly, sour man could be when he was pulled out of his usual cold, reserved, closed world.
'Get up,' Remus demanded, keeping a smile from blossoming on his lips. Severus looked debauched and well-fucked, utterly adorable with the heavy lashes over dark, soft eyes, and a rare smile on the thin mouth. There was no way Remus could stop himself from kissing his lover.
Severus kissed back, giving himself up entirely to Remus' mercy. With strong arms around his back, and Remus' tongue playing with his, he was pulled up from the floor. Remus was remarkably strong. Before he knew it, Severus was carried a few feet then put down and turned, pushed up against the wall - or rather against the large mirror that hung on the farthest bathroom wall. Severus stared into his own almost unrecognisable features. He barely managed to let out a surprised moan, closing his eyes to the sight of himself in a way that didn't exactly look like the strict, hard man he was, before Remus had whispered a spell and thrust into Severus' arse, pushing him hard up against the mirror.
'Open your eyes.' Remus pulled Severus' hair hard, then thrust in, even harder. 'Look at yourself! You love this so much, and you cannot even watch what I am doing to you.' Another hard pull yanked Severus' head back, followed by another hard shove of Remus' thick cock into Severus' arse. 'Open your eyes, or I'll stop fucking you, and you won't like that, will you, you little slut. You like how I treat you, isn't that so? But you are still ashamed of it!'
'No!' Severus opened his eyes, staring directly into the mirror. Behind him, Remus was snarling, his eyes lupine yellow and wild. For a moment, Severus couldn't breathe. It was the same look he had seen in the werewolf's eyes that night in the tunnel below the Whomping Willow. Then Remus rammed his cock inside again, and Severus screamed. It hurt, and it felt so good. 'No,' he managed, breathless from the sensations Remus evoked, both the mental and the physical. 'No. I am not ashamed. I want this. I want you.'
Remus' eyes widened in the mirror. 'Oh, Severus,' he moaned, his eyes locked with his lover's. 'Yes!' Then Remus' face contracted in pleasure, and he came, thrusting even harder into Severus' welcoming body while he was watching the pain and the pleasure and the alien softness in Severus' deep, black eyes.
Severus Snape was indeed a larger temptation than Remus had ever thought he would be.