Playing Along, 2
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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!
Even after two days the lashes on Severus’ back still hurt splendidly. The pain brought out by the sting of the jets in the shower was by itself almost enough to satisfy him. Almost, but not quite. He wanted more. He needed more. To have gone without his pleasure for so long and then inadvertently stumble across someone so impossibly gifted. . .no, he wouldn’t be able to resist.
Lupin’s technique could use a little refining, to be sure, but the rest had been perfect. He’d been a little rough, though not overly so, and that had been much more exciting than upsetting.
If he’s like this with only a crop, how talented must he be at fucking? Severus wondered, feeling himself start to harden as the hot water stimulated the aching in the welts crisscrossing his skin. He’d overheard whispers from more than one twittering girl that Lupin was big, very big; he hoped that if he was, it wouldn’t prove a problem as he had no desire to try and explain away such an injury to any of the staff.
As tempting a subject as it was to dwell upon, he had Potions class in fifteen minutes and maintaining his record of perfect attendance in that class was far more important than entertaining an idle fantasy of how it would feel to have Lupin push him to his knees and force himself deep inside his body. . . .
The combination of his manual proficiency and level of arousal brought a rapid release, leaving plenty of time for him to finish washing. He dried himself and dressed inside the shower stall as he usually did, despite the fact that he always bathed during lunch thereby ensuring an otherwise empty room.
Severus was in his usual seat minutes before Professor Lanthanide entered the room, her cerise robes flying behind her like bizarre wings. She had always been one of his favourite teachers and he in turn enjoyed the privileges of being among her few favoured students, not the least of which was having his own private practise room.
Not that practising is strictly limited to schoolwork, he thought, watching unobtrusively as Lupin and his little gang slipped into the classroom, typically avoiding lateness by seconds.
Lupin sat at the end of a table with Black to his left, Potter spread himself out next to Black and the blond, runty one whose name Severus could never remember squeezed in beside him.
As he observed, it struck him that Lupin, who was right-handed, and Black, who was left-handed, sat the way they did in order to hold hands under the table. Funny, now that he knew their secret it was becoming so very obvious. Like the way Black fawned over Lupin, gazing at him sappily across their shared book and constantly managing to brush his hand over the cauldron. How could anyone fail to notice it? Lupin looked up suddenly, his hazel eyes hard and angry as he caught him staring. Chastised, Severus bent back over his work, feeling a little tremor in the pit of his stomach as he remembered how he’d worn a similar expression the night he had come to his room.
It has to happen again and it has to happen soon. But how? It isn’t as though we’re friends; spend too much time around each other and people will begin to wonder, especially Black and the other two.
He mulled over the problem as the class continued, occasionally pausing to let his thoughts skirt around the edges of what could happen next, never once paying the least bit of attention to the potion before him that seemed to be constructing itself with minimal assistance from his hands. Only the strident voice of Professor Lanthanide alerted him to the fact that the lesson had ended and even then, it took him a few moments to tune in to what she was saying.
‘. . . and I shall expect all the projects completed before the start of the Christmas holiday. I have already selected your partners and your projects; I have placed each struggling student with a more competent student and assigned a potion that requires the strengths of both parties to complete. Please consult the list by the door on your way out. Before anyone even asks, no, you may not switch. And. . . class dismissed.’
Watching the mob flock to the piece of parchment tacked on the wall, Severus sighed inwardly. Nothing like having a required project with some bumbling dolt to add another unwanted kink to his already shaky plans.
At best, they’ll want to do it as little as I do, then I can finish it all on my own and just hand over the notes for them to copy. At worst, I’ll be saddled with someone possessing integrity if not skill and I’ll be lucky to get out of it without injuries or something catching fire. He’d finished his thorough cleaning and packing of all his supplies when a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. It was Lupin, stalking toward him with a furious fire in his eyes.
‘What do you want?’ he asked, keeping his tone as flat and dull as he could manage.
‘What the fuck you think you’re playing at?’ the other boy hissed in response, his own voice low as though he didn’t want to be overheard.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
He leaned on the desk, his arms taut as though he was on the verge of striking him. ‘Oh, of course you don’t. What did you do, bribe her? Blackmail her like you’re doing me? Whatever your little game is, it isn’t going to work.’
Despite feeling somewhat unnerved by Lupin’s sudden display of aggression, Severus found he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. ‘Fancy your boyfriend’s chances, then?’ he whispered snidely, almost amused by how quickly the fight went out of Lupin. ‘That’s what I thought. Anything else, Lupin, or may I go to my next class now?’
‘Fuck you, Snape.’
‘Gladly,’ he said to himself, watching Lupin brush past his puzzled companions on his way out of the door, Black shooting him a look of pure hatred before trotting off after Lupin. Gathering his things, Severus walked up to the list and scanned down the line of names until he came to his. . . and found Lupin’s name opposite his own.
Well. Hell, no wonder he was so irate. It is awfully convenient. They’d been assigned a rather complex fireproofing balm, something that would take him less than a day to put together but would probably take Lupin ages; as clever as he was, he was honestly crap at Potions and had only barely managed to get into the upper-level class.
No matter; I’ll write up the notes for him and all he’ll have to do is come and get them. A slow smile wound its way over his lips. Things certainly were looking up.
The rest of the day passed Severus by in a bit of a blur, his remaining classes receiving only a small portion of his attention. The majority of his mind stayed focused on what to do the next time he found himself alone with Remus Lupin and all of the lovely possibilities that awaited him. He drifted through dinner, walking almost mechanically outside afterward to have a cigarette, so enraptured with his imaginings that he didn’t notice he was no longer alone until he registered that someone was saying his name.
He turned sharply, scowling, one hand in his wand pocket just in case, but it wasn’t someone he disliked or a professor scolding him for smoking. It was a petit, chestnut-haired boy standing timidly near his elbow, a boy he recognised as being in his own house. He knew of him vaguely by reputation; with the whispers about his powerful family and the winks about the revolving door to his bedroom, reputation was a thing the young man seemed to have in spades. What’s his name? Cor. . . Cor-something, French-sounding. Corbeau, that’s right. Erebos Corbeau. More proof that most pureblood families shouldn’t be allowed to name offspring on their own.
‘Need something, Corbeau?’
‘I. . . .’ he began hesitantly, pausing to bite the pink crescent of his lower lip. ‘I need a bit of help in Potions. Bellatrix suggested I come to you.’
Good old Bella, always helping him to drum up business. Privately, he thought that she chose to hang around with people less clever than herself because they were easier to control but at least her need for power resulted in plenty of extra money for Severus. Rich most of the Slytherin house might be but hard-working they were not. ‘Two Galleons for each paper, two and a half if you want it charmed into your handwriting. Laboratory experiments start at five Galleons each, depending on how much of my time they take up.’ He leaned back against the wall and continued to smoke.
‘N-no, that wasn’t what I meant.’
‘A specialty order, then?’ When they weren’t paying Severus to do their schoolwork, a few of his schoolmates would slip him ridiculously large sums of money in exchange for some of the various drugs he could make. Amphetamines were especially popular around exam time, narcotics and hallucinogens around the weekends and school social events always brought a demand for both aphrodisiacs and soluble sleeping pills, a combination that made him slightly uneasy. He always told himself it didn’t matter how the drugs were used as long as he had his money, yet sometimes he found himself wondering if he’d inadvertently assisted in any crimes.
Corbeau flushed becomingly, looking as innocent as a child on a chocolate box. ‘Oh no, nothing like that.’
Crushing the remains of his cigarette against the wall, he leaned forward, intrigued. ‘So what is it that you do want?’
‘I was hoping you could help me learn to do it myself. You see, my father is on the Ministry board of Apothecaries and if I get low marks in Potions again, he’ll be very disappointed.’ The smaller boy gazed up at him appealingly, his large eyes peridot like a cat’s in the fading light. ‘I’ll pay you whatever you want,’ he assured, the ghost of a suggestion in his voice.
So sure everyone has a price, aren’t you? ‘I’ll think about it.’
‘You don’t really have to do this project, do you?’ Sirius curled himself around Remus’ waist, effectively pinning him to the bed and leaving no option but for him to stare down at his doleful expression.
‘I do, actually,’ Remus corrected him. ‘So do you, so does James. Everyone does.’
‘Why not just skive off from the meetings and do it on your own?’
‘Because I’ll probably fuck up and inadvertently immolate myself, that’s why.’
‘You do present an excellent and valid point, but that still doesn’t explain why Lanthanide had to put you with that smarmy bastard Snape when she could have paired you with one of us!’ Sirius said with a frown.
'It's not like you've done anything to deserve being stuck with the likes of him,' James added, nodding his agreement.
If she had anything to do with it at all. Could it possibly be a coincidence? Remus covered his sudden nervousness with a placid smile. ‘I think she did it so I could actually learn something this time. She knows good and well that if you and I were partnered together, you’d do all the work, I’d write it up and then we’d go off somewhere to have a quick shag, none the wiser for potions.’
‘Another valid point, except I doubt she knows about the shagging bit. Still, that’s a brilliant idea - sure she won’t let us switch?’
‘I’m sure. Besides, if we did, just think how crushed your lab partner would be!’
‘Don’t remind me!’ he moaned, rolling dramatically off of the bed and on to the floor. ‘Ugh! All of the people in our year and I get stuck with Violet Fiorelle! She fancies me something rotten, you know.’
‘At least she’s got a brain to match that lovely bum of hers,’ James assured him. ‘Me, I got Beryl Davis. The girl’s so thick she can’t tell a post box from a fence post, but oh, have you seen her?’ His eyes lit up lasciviously as he held his hands out a good six inches in front of his chest. ‘Huuuuuge tracts of land, I tell you!’
‘You’re so sleazy, James,’ Remus said with a beleaguered sigh. ‘Honestly, and they call me a pervert!’
‘Yeah, that’s ‘cause you shag boys,’ he replied, winking cheekily.
Sirius swung up to cuff his friend with a bed pillow. ‘Oi! That’s boy singular, I’ll thank you to remember! Anyway, what’s it to you if this girl’s got tits like melons? I thought you were still hung up on Evans.’
‘Yeah, well. . . .’ James began a detailed study of his bedspread. ‘She hasn’t exactly been very encouraging.’
‘Encouraging?’ A sweaty-faced Peter entered the room, dropping his pile of books in an untidy stack by the door with a groan. ‘She wouldn’t spit on you if you were on fire, mate, and you know it! May as well move along to greener pastures.’
‘Or bigger tits!’
‘You really are disgusting, you know. If I were her, I wouldn’t go out with you either! Here’s a tip for dealing with the ladies, Jamie,’ Remus offered, swinging his satchel over one shoulder on his way to the door. ‘Their faces are located north of their necks and if you look up there instead while you’re talking to them, you’re less likely to end up with another knee in the family jewels. Not that you’ll be using them any time soon at the rate you’re going, though. . . .’ He ducked just in time for the pillow to glide over his head and bounce harmlessly off the doorframe.
His nerve held out until the last flight of stairs leading to the dungeon. At best, Severus would want nothing more of him but Remus felt that was quite unlikely. At worst, he would want far more.
The moon’s only a week away. Wolf is stronger than last time; I don’t know how well I’ll be able to control it. There was a fine line between what Severus wanted and what wolf could deliver, he knew. Where it was crossed was anyone’s guess. If things get out of hand, well, that serves him right for making assumptions, Remus decided, a grim smirk on his face as he continued down the stairs.
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!
Even after two days the lashes on Severus’ back still hurt splendidly. The pain brought out by the sting of the jets in the shower was by itself almost enough to satisfy him. Almost, but not quite. He wanted more. He needed more. To have gone without his pleasure for so long and then inadvertently stumble across someone so impossibly gifted. . .no, he wouldn’t be able to resist.
Lupin’s technique could use a little refining, to be sure, but the rest had been perfect. He’d been a little rough, though not overly so, and that had been much more exciting than upsetting.
If he’s like this with only a crop, how talented must he be at fucking? Severus wondered, feeling himself start to harden as the hot water stimulated the aching in the welts crisscrossing his skin. He’d overheard whispers from more than one twittering girl that Lupin was big, very big; he hoped that if he was, it wouldn’t prove a problem as he had no desire to try and explain away such an injury to any of the staff.
As tempting a subject as it was to dwell upon, he had Potions class in fifteen minutes and maintaining his record of perfect attendance in that class was far more important than entertaining an idle fantasy of how it would feel to have Lupin push him to his knees and force himself deep inside his body. . . .
The combination of his manual proficiency and level of arousal brought a rapid release, leaving plenty of time for him to finish washing. He dried himself and dressed inside the shower stall as he usually did, despite the fact that he always bathed during lunch thereby ensuring an otherwise empty room.
Severus was in his usual seat minutes before Professor Lanthanide entered the room, her cerise robes flying behind her like bizarre wings. She had always been one of his favourite teachers and he in turn enjoyed the privileges of being among her few favoured students, not the least of which was having his own private practise room.
Not that practising is strictly limited to schoolwork, he thought, watching unobtrusively as Lupin and his little gang slipped into the classroom, typically avoiding lateness by seconds.
Lupin sat at the end of a table with Black to his left, Potter spread himself out next to Black and the blond, runty one whose name Severus could never remember squeezed in beside him.
As he observed, it struck him that Lupin, who was right-handed, and Black, who was left-handed, sat the way they did in order to hold hands under the table. Funny, now that he knew their secret it was becoming so very obvious. Like the way Black fawned over Lupin, gazing at him sappily across their shared book and constantly managing to brush his hand over the cauldron. How could anyone fail to notice it? Lupin looked up suddenly, his hazel eyes hard and angry as he caught him staring. Chastised, Severus bent back over his work, feeling a little tremor in the pit of his stomach as he remembered how he’d worn a similar expression the night he had come to his room.
It has to happen again and it has to happen soon. But how? It isn’t as though we’re friends; spend too much time around each other and people will begin to wonder, especially Black and the other two.
He mulled over the problem as the class continued, occasionally pausing to let his thoughts skirt around the edges of what could happen next, never once paying the least bit of attention to the potion before him that seemed to be constructing itself with minimal assistance from his hands. Only the strident voice of Professor Lanthanide alerted him to the fact that the lesson had ended and even then, it took him a few moments to tune in to what she was saying.
‘. . . and I shall expect all the projects completed before the start of the Christmas holiday. I have already selected your partners and your projects; I have placed each struggling student with a more competent student and assigned a potion that requires the strengths of both parties to complete. Please consult the list by the door on your way out. Before anyone even asks, no, you may not switch. And. . . class dismissed.’
Watching the mob flock to the piece of parchment tacked on the wall, Severus sighed inwardly. Nothing like having a required project with some bumbling dolt to add another unwanted kink to his already shaky plans.
At best, they’ll want to do it as little as I do, then I can finish it all on my own and just hand over the notes for them to copy. At worst, I’ll be saddled with someone possessing integrity if not skill and I’ll be lucky to get out of it without injuries or something catching fire. He’d finished his thorough cleaning and packing of all his supplies when a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. It was Lupin, stalking toward him with a furious fire in his eyes.
‘What do you want?’ he asked, keeping his tone as flat and dull as he could manage.
‘What the fuck you think you’re playing at?’ the other boy hissed in response, his own voice low as though he didn’t want to be overheard.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
He leaned on the desk, his arms taut as though he was on the verge of striking him. ‘Oh, of course you don’t. What did you do, bribe her? Blackmail her like you’re doing me? Whatever your little game is, it isn’t going to work.’
Despite feeling somewhat unnerved by Lupin’s sudden display of aggression, Severus found he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. ‘Fancy your boyfriend’s chances, then?’ he whispered snidely, almost amused by how quickly the fight went out of Lupin. ‘That’s what I thought. Anything else, Lupin, or may I go to my next class now?’
‘Fuck you, Snape.’
‘Gladly,’ he said to himself, watching Lupin brush past his puzzled companions on his way out of the door, Black shooting him a look of pure hatred before trotting off after Lupin. Gathering his things, Severus walked up to the list and scanned down the line of names until he came to his. . . and found Lupin’s name opposite his own.
Well. Hell, no wonder he was so irate. It is awfully convenient. They’d been assigned a rather complex fireproofing balm, something that would take him less than a day to put together but would probably take Lupin ages; as clever as he was, he was honestly crap at Potions and had only barely managed to get into the upper-level class.
No matter; I’ll write up the notes for him and all he’ll have to do is come and get them. A slow smile wound its way over his lips. Things certainly were looking up.
The rest of the day passed Severus by in a bit of a blur, his remaining classes receiving only a small portion of his attention. The majority of his mind stayed focused on what to do the next time he found himself alone with Remus Lupin and all of the lovely possibilities that awaited him. He drifted through dinner, walking almost mechanically outside afterward to have a cigarette, so enraptured with his imaginings that he didn’t notice he was no longer alone until he registered that someone was saying his name.
He turned sharply, scowling, one hand in his wand pocket just in case, but it wasn’t someone he disliked or a professor scolding him for smoking. It was a petit, chestnut-haired boy standing timidly near his elbow, a boy he recognised as being in his own house. He knew of him vaguely by reputation; with the whispers about his powerful family and the winks about the revolving door to his bedroom, reputation was a thing the young man seemed to have in spades. What’s his name? Cor. . . Cor-something, French-sounding. Corbeau, that’s right. Erebos Corbeau. More proof that most pureblood families shouldn’t be allowed to name offspring on their own.
‘Need something, Corbeau?’
‘I. . . .’ he began hesitantly, pausing to bite the pink crescent of his lower lip. ‘I need a bit of help in Potions. Bellatrix suggested I come to you.’
Good old Bella, always helping him to drum up business. Privately, he thought that she chose to hang around with people less clever than herself because they were easier to control but at least her need for power resulted in plenty of extra money for Severus. Rich most of the Slytherin house might be but hard-working they were not. ‘Two Galleons for each paper, two and a half if you want it charmed into your handwriting. Laboratory experiments start at five Galleons each, depending on how much of my time they take up.’ He leaned back against the wall and continued to smoke.
‘N-no, that wasn’t what I meant.’
‘A specialty order, then?’ When they weren’t paying Severus to do their schoolwork, a few of his schoolmates would slip him ridiculously large sums of money in exchange for some of the various drugs he could make. Amphetamines were especially popular around exam time, narcotics and hallucinogens around the weekends and school social events always brought a demand for both aphrodisiacs and soluble sleeping pills, a combination that made him slightly uneasy. He always told himself it didn’t matter how the drugs were used as long as he had his money, yet sometimes he found himself wondering if he’d inadvertently assisted in any crimes.
Corbeau flushed becomingly, looking as innocent as a child on a chocolate box. ‘Oh no, nothing like that.’
Crushing the remains of his cigarette against the wall, he leaned forward, intrigued. ‘So what is it that you do want?’
‘I was hoping you could help me learn to do it myself. You see, my father is on the Ministry board of Apothecaries and if I get low marks in Potions again, he’ll be very disappointed.’ The smaller boy gazed up at him appealingly, his large eyes peridot like a cat’s in the fading light. ‘I’ll pay you whatever you want,’ he assured, the ghost of a suggestion in his voice.
So sure everyone has a price, aren’t you? ‘I’ll think about it.’
‘You don’t really have to do this project, do you?’ Sirius curled himself around Remus’ waist, effectively pinning him to the bed and leaving no option but for him to stare down at his doleful expression.
‘I do, actually,’ Remus corrected him. ‘So do you, so does James. Everyone does.’
‘Why not just skive off from the meetings and do it on your own?’
‘Because I’ll probably fuck up and inadvertently immolate myself, that’s why.’
‘You do present an excellent and valid point, but that still doesn’t explain why Lanthanide had to put you with that smarmy bastard Snape when she could have paired you with one of us!’ Sirius said with a frown.
'It's not like you've done anything to deserve being stuck with the likes of him,' James added, nodding his agreement.
If she had anything to do with it at all. Could it possibly be a coincidence? Remus covered his sudden nervousness with a placid smile. ‘I think she did it so I could actually learn something this time. She knows good and well that if you and I were partnered together, you’d do all the work, I’d write it up and then we’d go off somewhere to have a quick shag, none the wiser for potions.’
‘Another valid point, except I doubt she knows about the shagging bit. Still, that’s a brilliant idea - sure she won’t let us switch?’
‘I’m sure. Besides, if we did, just think how crushed your lab partner would be!’
‘Don’t remind me!’ he moaned, rolling dramatically off of the bed and on to the floor. ‘Ugh! All of the people in our year and I get stuck with Violet Fiorelle! She fancies me something rotten, you know.’
‘At least she’s got a brain to match that lovely bum of hers,’ James assured him. ‘Me, I got Beryl Davis. The girl’s so thick she can’t tell a post box from a fence post, but oh, have you seen her?’ His eyes lit up lasciviously as he held his hands out a good six inches in front of his chest. ‘Huuuuuge tracts of land, I tell you!’
‘You’re so sleazy, James,’ Remus said with a beleaguered sigh. ‘Honestly, and they call me a pervert!’
‘Yeah, that’s ‘cause you shag boys,’ he replied, winking cheekily.
Sirius swung up to cuff his friend with a bed pillow. ‘Oi! That’s boy singular, I’ll thank you to remember! Anyway, what’s it to you if this girl’s got tits like melons? I thought you were still hung up on Evans.’
‘Yeah, well. . . .’ James began a detailed study of his bedspread. ‘She hasn’t exactly been very encouraging.’
‘Encouraging?’ A sweaty-faced Peter entered the room, dropping his pile of books in an untidy stack by the door with a groan. ‘She wouldn’t spit on you if you were on fire, mate, and you know it! May as well move along to greener pastures.’
‘Or bigger tits!’
‘You really are disgusting, you know. If I were her, I wouldn’t go out with you either! Here’s a tip for dealing with the ladies, Jamie,’ Remus offered, swinging his satchel over one shoulder on his way to the door. ‘Their faces are located north of their necks and if you look up there instead while you’re talking to them, you’re less likely to end up with another knee in the family jewels. Not that you’ll be using them any time soon at the rate you’re going, though. . . .’ He ducked just in time for the pillow to glide over his head and bounce harmlessly off the doorframe.
His nerve held out until the last flight of stairs leading to the dungeon. At best, Severus would want nothing more of him but Remus felt that was quite unlikely. At worst, he would want far more.
The moon’s only a week away. Wolf is stronger than last time; I don’t know how well I’ll be able to control it. There was a fine line between what Severus wanted and what wolf could deliver, he knew. Where it was crossed was anyone’s guess. If things get out of hand, well, that serves him right for making assumptions, Remus decided, a grim smirk on his face as he continued down the stairs.