Playing Along, 1
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CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT! By reading this story, you certify that you are of the legal age in your country to read adult material.
Summary: What led to Sirius tempting Snape into the wolf's den?
Warnings: BDSM, infidelity, semi-noncon play, profanity, nudity, sex, plot. woo!
‘he’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf’
Severus approached him in a stairwell after his morning classes, his hawklike face set in its customary sneer though his black eyes were unusually bright. Remus smelled him before he saw him; scent like bitter coffee with a faint touch of dried herbs that was probably due to the amount of time he spent around ingredients for potions. He breathed deeply, detecting the salty, metallic signature of trepidation.
‘Hello, Severus.’
His voice was low and almost as full of contempt as his expression. ‘Funny, Lupin; as prescient as you are, you’re awfully sloppy when it comes to discretion.’
Inside, his stomach gave a little lurch. ‘I don’t think I know what you mean,’ he replied cooly.
‘Oh, but you do.’ Severus' raven eyes narrowed unpleasantly. ‘You and Sirius Black aren’t the only people familiar with the more private places in the school such as oh, I don’t know, the old fourth floor music room. Last Saturday, wasn’t it?’
Last Saturday. They’d slipped away from another weekend party in the common room and gone up to the deserted room intending to do all sorts of lovely things to each other. Sirius had been on his knees and in the process of undoing Remus’ belt when, like a stream of cold water over his body, he’d had the sudden sensation they were being watched. He’d insisted they leave at once despite Sirius’ protests that he was imagining things.
I wish he had been right about that. Although Remus felt as though he might be sick, the only flicker of emotion he showed was a derisive smirk. ‘If it’s blackmail you’re interested in, may I suggest you talk to Sirius instead? I’m nearly as poor as you are.’
‘Blackmail isn’t always about money,’ Severus whispered silkily. ‘I believe you are aware I have a practice room a few doors down from the Potions classroom? Good. Nine tonight, then, and I would advise you to say nothing to your little friends.’
‘If I do?’
‘I’m sure Sirius’ father’s reaction to his indiscretion will be very amusing. To me, at least.’
Summoning all his self-control, Remus managed to refrain from choking him on the spot. ‘Fine,’ he hissed.
Now, night saw him slipping through the corridors of the school behind the gauze of James’ invisibility cloak, borrowed on a pretence. Even as he descended the worn stone of the stairs that led to the dungeons he knew he was making a mistake by answering the other boy’s summons, but the veiled wording of his threat had piqued his curiosity nearly as much as the uncharacteristic tang of apprehension that had cloaked his skin unseen. He knew it would have been wiser to have told Sirius or even James, but chances were that Sirius would have lost his temper spectacularly and done something either rash or eminently regrettable, and honestly, he was afraid of what Mr Black would do to his son if he found out.
First, he would find out what Snape wanted and then the four of them could devise a plan to deal with him. Making his way carefully down the damp, poorly lit corridor that led to the upper-level Honours students’ private practise rooms, he tried to think of what the other boy might possibly want from him. He’d hinted it wasn’t money which was just as good, since Remus had little enough of that as it was; he was bright enough not to need his schoolwork done for him; in fact, he could think of nothing he had to offer as collateral for his silence. Unless. . . unless he was what Snape wanted.
Sex with him? The very idea made him shiver with distaste. Ugh. I can’t imagine anyone less personable; it would be like fucking a wet blanket, and a cold one at that. He could certainly imagine that the other boy’s preferences, if indeed he had any, might lie in a less than traditional direction. There had been a rumour last year of his being involved with an older Slytherin girl now since out of school, but he personally had never given them much credit. Something about his furtive, secretive manner reminded Remus of his own striving to hide his own significant differences. That, coupled with the strange looks he sometimes gave him alongside the faint undercurrent of lust that he could occasionally discern, its sweetness jarring against his acrid scent, had always made him wonder.
If that’s what he’s after, too bad. I doubt Sirius would appreciate me saving his skin by sleeping around. Even if it wouldn’t have sent Sirius into fits, he still didn’t think such a deal could be reached; he doubted he would be able to perform considering his complete absence of desire for the strange boy. Curiosity, yes; desire, no, and curiosity has yet to be a contributing factor in an erection. Considering the source, however, my lack of attraction might not be much of a deterrence. His lips curled in a slight sneer at the thought. Well. If he tries that, he’s in for a nasty surprise and possibly a few interesting injuries as well.
Remus reached the door before he was ready and stood outside for a brief moment to gather his nerve.
I could still walk away. I could go find Sirius and tell him, then we could deal with Snape together. He knew he wouldn’t be doing either of those things. This is a mistake. I could be setting myself up for anything.
Inquisitiveness won out over reluctance and he lifted his hand to knock on the door.
~
‘what the flesh requires keeps the heart imprisoned’
I have to be going crazy, Severus concluded as he rolled another cigarette. His second in less than an hour; this was getting out of hand. What was I thinking? He’s probably gone and told Black and Potter everything. I’ll be lucky to wake up in the hospital wing -- if I wake up at all. But if he hasn’t - if he’s coming alone - what do I do then? He hadn’t thought that far ahead, hadn’t even considered that Lupin might agree to his suggestion in the first place. He’s scared, he must be. But for whom? I can see not wanting the rest of the school to know he’s a pervert(his remaining conscience nagged at him - sound familiar?), although it isn’t like he has much of a reputation for being normal in the first place and I don’t think he cares either way what people think of him. I suppose Black’s father must be even more of a bastard than people say he is.
He paced the confines of his workroom, scattering ash as he drew the sharp fumes of the smoke into his lungs, liking the way it burned. Nervousness had compelled him to clean the already pin-neat space, but he looked around once again just to make sure nothing had moved from its place in the interval. All the jars of ingredients were still meticulously categorised on their shelves, the work table stood in its corner, bearing his gleaming cauldron, the blankets covering his small cot remained flat and neat.
As they usually do, he thought sourly. His eyes moved to the plain wooden trunk that sat unobtrusively in the far corner of the room and a look that was nearly a smile crossed his face. To think that such an ordinary thing could contain so many. . . possibilities. Anyone looking inside would see nothing more than the spare set of robes and heavy blanket he kept for the frequent times he worked late and slept in the cold stone chamber. What they covered would probably prove a bit more surprising - under the false bottom waited an array of lovely devices for restraint and punishment.
The half-smile melted into a frown. That is, if they haven’t rotted away from lack of use. Mielle had given him so many nice things to play with; it was such a shame he rarely found a chance to use them since she’d matriculated, such a shame that she’d had to go at all and leave him without a playmate. This was where Remus Lupin might prove useful. He’d noticed him before, finding him more alluring than outright handsome. He was thin and always looked tired, but his honey-hued eyes showed cunning and he seemed unnaturally adept at deciphering people. Whatever the reason, something about him made Severus uneasy with suppressed desire. He’d no idea of how to approach him; they had little in common to begin with and Lupin’s previous attempts at polite interaction had ceased the previous year.
Then suddenly, fate had been kind to him. He’d been wandering around the castle, restless, not in the mood to suffer his fellow students when he’d caught sight of Lupin and Black coming up the stairs and disappearing into the old music room. Thinking it might be a good idea to see what they were up to, he’d darted into the next room which adjoined the other with a doorway and waited.
What he had expected to see he didn’t know, but it certainly hadn’t been what he saw - Lupin pushing a very willing Black up against the dusty harpsichord, kissing him roughly, his hands diving under his clothes to do something that had elicited audible gasps of pleasure. Without warning he’d released him and Black had knelt submissively before the other boy, but before anything truly lurid could happen Lupin had tensed up, pushed him away with a whisper and exited the room, followed by a disappointed-looking Black.
Severus himself had remained still, lightheaded, trying to process what he’d seen. He had felt shock, yes, but not at the sight of the two boys engaging in such behaviour. That hadn’t been nearly as much of a shock as it had been a turn on, despite the involvement of Sirius Black. What had shaken him was the discovery that not only did quiet, gentle Lupin like boys, he wasn’t nearly as quiet or gentle as he looked but quite appealingly assertive. Over the next few days, he had become overtaken with his knowledge and with the desire to be the one giving himself to the boy’s every whim.
And now he’s coming here and we’ll be all alone; he can do whatever he wants to me, he can whip me, he can fuck me, I’ll do whatever he says. Just thinking about it made him ache, longing hot in his body at the potentiality that maybe he would, maybe he’d want to. He’d never slept with another boy before, just with Mielle, although he’d imagined what it must be like numerous times. Hopefully it would prove more satisfying if nothing else; at the very least, it would probably be exquisitely painful. His cigarette gone, he rolled a third one and tried to think of the most effective way to entice Lupin.
If I just throw myself at his feet he’ll never believe me, but if I come off too strong he won’t be interested. I need to be just forward enough to make him want to put me in my place. Sucking deeper, he let the harsh taste of tobacco linger on his tongue before opening his mouth just enough for the smoke to slip out. He’ll want to, naturally. His kind always does, they can’t help it. He won’t be able to resist the offer of complete power; whatever Black gives him, I doubt it’s enough. Every master needs a slave. All I need to do is show him who his should be.
A knock came on the door, startling him and making him fumble his cigarette. Composing himself, he moved to the door and opened it, doing his utmost to conceal his wonder and pleasure when Lupin pushed past him into the room, alone.
Closing and locking the door, he turned to face him. Lupin’s eyes were hard, his lips set and determined. He held himself taut, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at Severus.
‘Well? I’m here. What do you want?’
~
It was a joke, it had to be.
Disbelief wrinkled his brow as the dark-haired boy casually handed him a riding crop and explained what he intended for him to do with it.
‘Right, and what’s the catch? Some of your mates burst in and I get expelled? No, I don’t think so.’ At least it isn’t going to involve nudity, he reminded himself a little gratefully.
‘There is no catch, Lupin, except that you either do as I tell you or I tell Black’s father what I know.’ His pupils were large in the uneven torchlight, his eyes unblinking even when wreathed by fumes from his cigarette. ‘So which is it?’
Beneath the smoke, his personal scent and the mineral tinge of nervousness, concupiscence ran honey-rich. Severus wasn’t lying. He actually wanted to be beaten. In the back of his mind, in the forbidden place Remus thought of as his wolf-self, something stirred.
Yes, it whispered, this will be fun.
Maybe it was hot surge of his anger, maybe it was the closeness of the moon, but something made him listen to the hiss of his subconscious. Gesturing with the leather instrument, he snarled, ‘Get down.’
To his surprise Severus obeyed, kneeling on the hard floor and bending slightly forward as though in prayer, exposing his thin back.
Well for fuck’s sake, what am I supposed to do? Just smack him about? Running his fingers over the smooth, braided leather switch he tried to think of any time in his life he’d ever done anything remotely similar. It’s like flicking a wand, I suppose, but I’ll need to use a little more force if I want to hurt him and that is rather the point, isn’t it? Smiling humourlessly, he twirled it about in his fingers for a few moments before pulling back his arm and striking.
Though slightly cushioned by his robes, the blow still made a satisfying crack and, if the other boy’s sudden intake of breath was any indication, still had enough impact to sting nicely. Emboldened, he struck harder the second time and was rewarded by another soft whimper of pain. The third stroke brought a distinct gasp which, oddly pleasing as it was, let him know he’d used too much force.
‘Shut up. You asked for this, remember?’ he growled, smacking him viciously until Severus cried out and he paused. ‘Do you want me to stop?
‘. . .no.’
‘I’m only going to keep doing it if I can hit you as hard as I like.’
‘. . . yes.’
Well, then. This might be fun after all. ‘So you want me to do this?’ he asked him softly, running the tip of the riding crop down his spine.
‘. . .please.’
Miserable little bastard, how dare you threaten Sirius! Anger welled in him; he brought the crop down cruelly onto his back, ignoring his suffering noises and trembling shoulders. You want pain, you’re going to get it.
The air was thick with the heat of his anger and the voluptuous scent of the other boy’s arousal. Funny thing to enjoy, being beaten by someone who doesn’t like you, Remus thought idly. Breathing in to confirm the smell he caught another, something crisp, coppery, warm.
Blood.
Oh. An involuntary shiver rushed through his body, briefly disorienting him. Wakened by the luscious hint of blood, his wolf-self pushed, wanting out. ‘No’, he whispered to himself.
Yes, it replied. So much nicer like this. Such a lovely toy to play with. Can’t hurt the mate; have to hurt something. Perfect.
‘No’, he repeated quietly, slackening his strokes so he wouldn’t break the skin again. ‘No.’
If Severus had noticed his personal dialog he gave no sign of it. Indeed, Remus doubted that he was noticing very little at the moment. His breathing had quickened dramatically; shuddering, he slid weakly to the floor as the sugar-saline aroma of ejaculate coiled up into the air.
Shaking weakly from the exertion of suppressing the will of the wolf, Remus dropped the crop to the floor and turned to the door without a word, closing it firmly behind him. Once in the hallway he leaned against the cool wall, eyes closed, trying to compose himself until, after what felt like ages, his heart quieted and the overwhelming urge to be sick subsided. Still trembling with shock, he sprinted unevenly up the stairs away from the dungeon and straight to the shower he wanted desperately.
CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT! By reading this story, you certify that you are of the legal age in your country to read adult material.
Summary: What led to Sirius tempting Snape into the wolf's den?
Warnings: BDSM, infidelity, semi-noncon play, profanity, nudity, sex, plot. woo!
‘he’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf’
Severus approached him in a stairwell after his morning classes, his hawklike face set in its customary sneer though his black eyes were unusually bright. Remus smelled him before he saw him; scent like bitter coffee with a faint touch of dried herbs that was probably due to the amount of time he spent around ingredients for potions. He breathed deeply, detecting the salty, metallic signature of trepidation.
‘Hello, Severus.’
His voice was low and almost as full of contempt as his expression. ‘Funny, Lupin; as prescient as you are, you’re awfully sloppy when it comes to discretion.’
Inside, his stomach gave a little lurch. ‘I don’t think I know what you mean,’ he replied cooly.
‘Oh, but you do.’ Severus' raven eyes narrowed unpleasantly. ‘You and Sirius Black aren’t the only people familiar with the more private places in the school such as oh, I don’t know, the old fourth floor music room. Last Saturday, wasn’t it?’
Last Saturday. They’d slipped away from another weekend party in the common room and gone up to the deserted room intending to do all sorts of lovely things to each other. Sirius had been on his knees and in the process of undoing Remus’ belt when, like a stream of cold water over his body, he’d had the sudden sensation they were being watched. He’d insisted they leave at once despite Sirius’ protests that he was imagining things.
I wish he had been right about that. Although Remus felt as though he might be sick, the only flicker of emotion he showed was a derisive smirk. ‘If it’s blackmail you’re interested in, may I suggest you talk to Sirius instead? I’m nearly as poor as you are.’
‘Blackmail isn’t always about money,’ Severus whispered silkily. ‘I believe you are aware I have a practice room a few doors down from the Potions classroom? Good. Nine tonight, then, and I would advise you to say nothing to your little friends.’
‘If I do?’
‘I’m sure Sirius’ father’s reaction to his indiscretion will be very amusing. To me, at least.’
Summoning all his self-control, Remus managed to refrain from choking him on the spot. ‘Fine,’ he hissed.
Now, night saw him slipping through the corridors of the school behind the gauze of James’ invisibility cloak, borrowed on a pretence. Even as he descended the worn stone of the stairs that led to the dungeons he knew he was making a mistake by answering the other boy’s summons, but the veiled wording of his threat had piqued his curiosity nearly as much as the uncharacteristic tang of apprehension that had cloaked his skin unseen. He knew it would have been wiser to have told Sirius or even James, but chances were that Sirius would have lost his temper spectacularly and done something either rash or eminently regrettable, and honestly, he was afraid of what Mr Black would do to his son if he found out.
First, he would find out what Snape wanted and then the four of them could devise a plan to deal with him. Making his way carefully down the damp, poorly lit corridor that led to the upper-level Honours students’ private practise rooms, he tried to think of what the other boy might possibly want from him. He’d hinted it wasn’t money which was just as good, since Remus had little enough of that as it was; he was bright enough not to need his schoolwork done for him; in fact, he could think of nothing he had to offer as collateral for his silence. Unless. . . unless he was what Snape wanted.
Sex with him? The very idea made him shiver with distaste. Ugh. I can’t imagine anyone less personable; it would be like fucking a wet blanket, and a cold one at that. He could certainly imagine that the other boy’s preferences, if indeed he had any, might lie in a less than traditional direction. There had been a rumour last year of his being involved with an older Slytherin girl now since out of school, but he personally had never given them much credit. Something about his furtive, secretive manner reminded Remus of his own striving to hide his own significant differences. That, coupled with the strange looks he sometimes gave him alongside the faint undercurrent of lust that he could occasionally discern, its sweetness jarring against his acrid scent, had always made him wonder.
If that’s what he’s after, too bad. I doubt Sirius would appreciate me saving his skin by sleeping around. Even if it wouldn’t have sent Sirius into fits, he still didn’t think such a deal could be reached; he doubted he would be able to perform considering his complete absence of desire for the strange boy. Curiosity, yes; desire, no, and curiosity has yet to be a contributing factor in an erection. Considering the source, however, my lack of attraction might not be much of a deterrence. His lips curled in a slight sneer at the thought. Well. If he tries that, he’s in for a nasty surprise and possibly a few interesting injuries as well.
Remus reached the door before he was ready and stood outside for a brief moment to gather his nerve.
I could still walk away. I could go find Sirius and tell him, then we could deal with Snape together. He knew he wouldn’t be doing either of those things. This is a mistake. I could be setting myself up for anything.
Inquisitiveness won out over reluctance and he lifted his hand to knock on the door.
~
‘what the flesh requires keeps the heart imprisoned’
I have to be going crazy, Severus concluded as he rolled another cigarette. His second in less than an hour; this was getting out of hand. What was I thinking? He’s probably gone and told Black and Potter everything. I’ll be lucky to wake up in the hospital wing -- if I wake up at all. But if he hasn’t - if he’s coming alone - what do I do then? He hadn’t thought that far ahead, hadn’t even considered that Lupin might agree to his suggestion in the first place. He’s scared, he must be. But for whom? I can see not wanting the rest of the school to know he’s a pervert(his remaining conscience nagged at him - sound familiar?), although it isn’t like he has much of a reputation for being normal in the first place and I don’t think he cares either way what people think of him. I suppose Black’s father must be even more of a bastard than people say he is.
He paced the confines of his workroom, scattering ash as he drew the sharp fumes of the smoke into his lungs, liking the way it burned. Nervousness had compelled him to clean the already pin-neat space, but he looked around once again just to make sure nothing had moved from its place in the interval. All the jars of ingredients were still meticulously categorised on their shelves, the work table stood in its corner, bearing his gleaming cauldron, the blankets covering his small cot remained flat and neat.
As they usually do, he thought sourly. His eyes moved to the plain wooden trunk that sat unobtrusively in the far corner of the room and a look that was nearly a smile crossed his face. To think that such an ordinary thing could contain so many. . . possibilities. Anyone looking inside would see nothing more than the spare set of robes and heavy blanket he kept for the frequent times he worked late and slept in the cold stone chamber. What they covered would probably prove a bit more surprising - under the false bottom waited an array of lovely devices for restraint and punishment.
The half-smile melted into a frown. That is, if they haven’t rotted away from lack of use. Mielle had given him so many nice things to play with; it was such a shame he rarely found a chance to use them since she’d matriculated, such a shame that she’d had to go at all and leave him without a playmate. This was where Remus Lupin might prove useful. He’d noticed him before, finding him more alluring than outright handsome. He was thin and always looked tired, but his honey-hued eyes showed cunning and he seemed unnaturally adept at deciphering people. Whatever the reason, something about him made Severus uneasy with suppressed desire. He’d no idea of how to approach him; they had little in common to begin with and Lupin’s previous attempts at polite interaction had ceased the previous year.
Then suddenly, fate had been kind to him. He’d been wandering around the castle, restless, not in the mood to suffer his fellow students when he’d caught sight of Lupin and Black coming up the stairs and disappearing into the old music room. Thinking it might be a good idea to see what they were up to, he’d darted into the next room which adjoined the other with a doorway and waited.
What he had expected to see he didn’t know, but it certainly hadn’t been what he saw - Lupin pushing a very willing Black up against the dusty harpsichord, kissing him roughly, his hands diving under his clothes to do something that had elicited audible gasps of pleasure. Without warning he’d released him and Black had knelt submissively before the other boy, but before anything truly lurid could happen Lupin had tensed up, pushed him away with a whisper and exited the room, followed by a disappointed-looking Black.
Severus himself had remained still, lightheaded, trying to process what he’d seen. He had felt shock, yes, but not at the sight of the two boys engaging in such behaviour. That hadn’t been nearly as much of a shock as it had been a turn on, despite the involvement of Sirius Black. What had shaken him was the discovery that not only did quiet, gentle Lupin like boys, he wasn’t nearly as quiet or gentle as he looked but quite appealingly assertive. Over the next few days, he had become overtaken with his knowledge and with the desire to be the one giving himself to the boy’s every whim.
And now he’s coming here and we’ll be all alone; he can do whatever he wants to me, he can whip me, he can fuck me, I’ll do whatever he says. Just thinking about it made him ache, longing hot in his body at the potentiality that maybe he would, maybe he’d want to. He’d never slept with another boy before, just with Mielle, although he’d imagined what it must be like numerous times. Hopefully it would prove more satisfying if nothing else; at the very least, it would probably be exquisitely painful. His cigarette gone, he rolled a third one and tried to think of the most effective way to entice Lupin.
If I just throw myself at his feet he’ll never believe me, but if I come off too strong he won’t be interested. I need to be just forward enough to make him want to put me in my place. Sucking deeper, he let the harsh taste of tobacco linger on his tongue before opening his mouth just enough for the smoke to slip out. He’ll want to, naturally. His kind always does, they can’t help it. He won’t be able to resist the offer of complete power; whatever Black gives him, I doubt it’s enough. Every master needs a slave. All I need to do is show him who his should be.
A knock came on the door, startling him and making him fumble his cigarette. Composing himself, he moved to the door and opened it, doing his utmost to conceal his wonder and pleasure when Lupin pushed past him into the room, alone.
Closing and locking the door, he turned to face him. Lupin’s eyes were hard, his lips set and determined. He held himself taut, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at Severus.
‘Well? I’m here. What do you want?’
~
It was a joke, it had to be.
Disbelief wrinkled his brow as the dark-haired boy casually handed him a riding crop and explained what he intended for him to do with it.
‘Right, and what’s the catch? Some of your mates burst in and I get expelled? No, I don’t think so.’ At least it isn’t going to involve nudity, he reminded himself a little gratefully.
‘There is no catch, Lupin, except that you either do as I tell you or I tell Black’s father what I know.’ His pupils were large in the uneven torchlight, his eyes unblinking even when wreathed by fumes from his cigarette. ‘So which is it?’
Beneath the smoke, his personal scent and the mineral tinge of nervousness, concupiscence ran honey-rich. Severus wasn’t lying. He actually wanted to be beaten. In the back of his mind, in the forbidden place Remus thought of as his wolf-self, something stirred.
Yes, it whispered, this will be fun.
Maybe it was hot surge of his anger, maybe it was the closeness of the moon, but something made him listen to the hiss of his subconscious. Gesturing with the leather instrument, he snarled, ‘Get down.’
To his surprise Severus obeyed, kneeling on the hard floor and bending slightly forward as though in prayer, exposing his thin back.
Well for fuck’s sake, what am I supposed to do? Just smack him about? Running his fingers over the smooth, braided leather switch he tried to think of any time in his life he’d ever done anything remotely similar. It’s like flicking a wand, I suppose, but I’ll need to use a little more force if I want to hurt him and that is rather the point, isn’t it? Smiling humourlessly, he twirled it about in his fingers for a few moments before pulling back his arm and striking.
Though slightly cushioned by his robes, the blow still made a satisfying crack and, if the other boy’s sudden intake of breath was any indication, still had enough impact to sting nicely. Emboldened, he struck harder the second time and was rewarded by another soft whimper of pain. The third stroke brought a distinct gasp which, oddly pleasing as it was, let him know he’d used too much force.
‘Shut up. You asked for this, remember?’ he growled, smacking him viciously until Severus cried out and he paused. ‘Do you want me to stop?
‘. . .no.’
‘I’m only going to keep doing it if I can hit you as hard as I like.’
‘. . . yes.’
Well, then. This might be fun after all. ‘So you want me to do this?’ he asked him softly, running the tip of the riding crop down his spine.
‘. . .please.’
Miserable little bastard, how dare you threaten Sirius! Anger welled in him; he brought the crop down cruelly onto his back, ignoring his suffering noises and trembling shoulders. You want pain, you’re going to get it.
The air was thick with the heat of his anger and the voluptuous scent of the other boy’s arousal. Funny thing to enjoy, being beaten by someone who doesn’t like you, Remus thought idly. Breathing in to confirm the smell he caught another, something crisp, coppery, warm.
Blood.
Oh. An involuntary shiver rushed through his body, briefly disorienting him. Wakened by the luscious hint of blood, his wolf-self pushed, wanting out. ‘No’, he whispered to himself.
Yes, it replied. So much nicer like this. Such a lovely toy to play with. Can’t hurt the mate; have to hurt something. Perfect.
‘No’, he repeated quietly, slackening his strokes so he wouldn’t break the skin again. ‘No.’
If Severus had noticed his personal dialog he gave no sign of it. Indeed, Remus doubted that he was noticing very little at the moment. His breathing had quickened dramatically; shuddering, he slid weakly to the floor as the sugar-saline aroma of ejaculate coiled up into the air.
Shaking weakly from the exertion of suppressing the will of the wolf, Remus dropped the crop to the floor and turned to the door without a word, closing it firmly behind him. Once in the hallway he leaned against the cool wall, eyes closed, trying to compose himself until, after what felt like ages, his heart quieted and the overwhelming urge to be sick subsided. Still trembling with shock, he sprinted unevenly up the stairs away from the dungeon and straight to the shower he wanted desperately.