Fic: ~The Greek Boy: An Introduction to Submission, Part Two~ NC-17
Title: The Greek Boy: An Introduction to Submission, Part Two
Pairings: Lupin/snape/omc
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 15,000: This will be posted in two parts.
Warnings: This is a story set within the Dom/sub culture and includes heavy kink and fetish elements such as breathplay, spanking, and fisting.
Summary: Lupin had promised Snape, "no more Greek Boys" unless he shared. He decides it is not only time to share the Boy with Snape, but to introduce the Boy to the D/s culture.

Notes: This is set in the universe of my story Power Play, where Lupin and Snape establish and develop a stable Dom/sub relationship. In that story, Lupin – after a falling out with Snape early in the relationship – consoles himself by dallying with the Greek Boy, later promising Snape he wouldn't see him again – unless he shares. While this story is a continuation of "Power Play," it also stands alone.

Many thanks to snegurochka for hours of beta work, patient encouragement, and downright force, when it was needed – this wouldn't have turned out nearly as well without her, and to busaikko for a final beta run-through. Also to undunoops for this wonderful, inspiring illustration of the Greek Boy.


~~The Greek Boy: An Introduction to Submission, Part Two~~

The first thing I become aware of after the alley is being sandwiched between two warm bodies. A nice feeling indeed. I stumble slightly and open my eyes. The body behind me – Severus – moves away, and when I start to follow him with my eyes, Remus takes my face between his hands and kisses me. It is not a kiss to be denied and my eyes close again as I lean into him. His tongue demands entrance and I yield willingly, eager to please this man. The slight noises Severus makes as he moves about the room are unimportant to me as the fire starts to rage through my veins.

Releasing me at last, Remus walks slowly to the center of the room we now inhabit, and I look around. We are in a large bed-sitting room. It was once opulent, I think, but now looks tired. Spotless, but worn. There is a wardrobe, a desk and chair, a fireplace, an armchair with a reading lamp, and a bed – a big, inviting bed. I can feel my cock twitch.

Severus leans casually against the wardrobe. The leather coat is gone, hanging by the door. Remus starts to unbutton his own coat and Severus moves behind him instantly, easing the garment from Remus’ shoulders and then hanging it with his own. When Severus turns back to the room, Remus makes a small gesture with his right hand, barely more than a flexing of his fingers. I wouldn’t have noticed it at all if it weren’t for Severus’ reaction. He comes to Remus’ side and sinks gracefully to his knees beside the taller man. I’m sure my surprise shows in my face, and I feel my eyes grow even wider when Remus taps his leg and Severus shifts position, leaning his cheek against Remus' leg. Remus moves his hand only slightly and it rests against the side of Severus’ head, the fingers moving absently in the long, black hair. While Severus appears relaxed, his intense black eyes never leave my face. I have the impression of a dangerous but well trained dog sitting at his master’s feet, just waiting for the order to attack. But that is ridiculous. I force my eyes back to Remus’ face to find him watching me.

“Does it surprise you that a man of Severus’ obvious authority sits at my feet?"

I nod vaguely, not sure how to respond.

“Severus is my submissive.” Remus glances down at the man briefly, but Severus never takes his eyes off me. “He will do whatever I ask of him.”

Again, he casts a glance downward at the kneeling man. A glance full of affection.

“But make no mistake. Severus serves me of his own free will, and can turn away at any time. His submission is his gift to me. It is a very powerful gift, not to be taken lightly, or used carelessly.”

He removes his hand and Severus rises. A graceful, fluid movement, rather like that of a cat. Like a cat, he approaches me, circling me slowly. My mouth goes dry. The energy and power fairly crackle from this man.

“A submissive has the right, at any time, to stop whatever is going on. In a good relationship, the submissive may fear what is happening, but he never fears his Dom. It is the Dom’s job, my job, to see that the submissive is safe and cared for.”

Severus is standing behind me now, very close, but not touching me. I can feel his breath on my neck and I shiver.

Remus comes to me. I’m aching to be touched, by him, by Severus, either one, both... Please.

He grasps my chin in his hand and tilts it up, searching my eyes. “Will you give yourself to me? Will you do my bidding?”

I nod eagerly.

“And Severus’ as well?”

I can feel him behind me, feel his heat, his intensity. I look up into the serious blue eyes of my one-time lover.

“I will.”

He walks to the armchair, turns it to face the room, and sits. A slow smile warms his face and he nods.

“Severus.”

Severus moves to my side and turns me to face him with a hand on my hip. His touch is light, warm and electric. I can see him better now than in the dark, smoky pub, and I study his face. He is a couple of inches taller than I am, but I think less in weight. His skin is pale, the angles and planes of his face harsh. It’s the eyes that capture and hold one. Black, intense – you know he has secrets. Overall, he is rather ugly, but with a sexuality that could rouse a dead man. I don’t know how to explain it, but my pulse quickens and I grow harder as his eyes rove over me.

He speaks for the first time since that single word in the pub, and I find my knees growing weak. His voice is dark and rich and it flows over me like the warm night air of my home.

“Are you afraid?”

I swallow. If only he would touch me. “No, sir.”

One side of his mouth quirks and his hands reach for my collar. Not sure what to do, I stand motionless as he removes my jacket and tosses it aside. When he starts on the buttons of my shirt, I close my eyes for a moment, concentrating on the brushing of his fingers against my chest, on the little jolts of electricity that his touch engenders. When he tugs the shirttails from my jeans to undo the last of the buttons, I can’t help but groan. He strips my shirt off in one clean sweep and his hands move to the buttons of my fly. The long fingers slip inside the waistband as he works each button free. I drop my forehead against his shoulder, but he moves back a bit, out of my reach.

When my jeans are open, he slides his hands inside against the skin of my lower back, then down to cup my buttocks as he pulls me against him. I moan and move my hands to his waist. He doesn’t object and for a heady moment, he grinds his cock against mine. When I can barely breathe, he drops to one knee, dragging my clothes down as he goes, sliding his hands along my thighs. Pushing off my shoes and socks, he leaves me naked as he gathers my clothes and drapes them over a chair.

I stand in the middle of the room, my cock so hard it hurts. Severus, after taking care of my clothes, stays where he is, turning his eyes to Remus. I do the same. Remus’ arousal is plain in every line of his body, but he stays seated.

“Our young friend seems to be suffering under an extreme burden. Perhaps you could lighten his ‘load’?”

My eyes snap to Severus and he gives a ghost of a smile as he moves toward me.

“Put your hands behind your back.” The voice vibrates against my soul. “Keep them there.”

I obey and he drops to his knees. Before I can draw breath, he has sheathed me inside his mouth. All the way to the hilt he takes me, and I can’t help gasping.

There are no lingering licks, no teasing nips. He is all business and in a matter of mere moments, it seems, I am crying out, trying to stay on my feet as I explode in his mouth. He grips my hips and steadies me, holding my cock in his mouth until he has sucked the last drop from my balls.

He rises, his hands still on my hips, a small smile on his face. I’m still gasping, and he continues to steady me until I raise my eyes to his.

He lifts a hand and touches my arm where it is still folded behind my back. “Well done.”

I nod dumbly and start to drop my hands to my sides, but hesitate, seeking his eyes. He nods briefly and I relax. My focus shifts to Remus. His skin is flushed, his eyes glittering and his cock hard, but he does no more than nod to Severus.

Severus walks to the wardrobe and returns with a leather strap in his hand. When he is standing in front of me, he speaks.

“This is a cock and ball ring. Have you ever worn one?”

I shake my head once.

“Will you wear it?”

“Yes, sir.” My voice is barely a whisper.

He lifts my sac and cradles it in one warm hand. Gently, he fastens the strap around my balls and the base of my cock.

“How tight you have it depends.” He looks up for a moment, then drops his eyes to his hands again. “Mostly, it depends on the wishes of your master, but ultimately, you are responsible. If you put it on yourself, you have much greater freedom, of course. If it is to be worn for a long time and mostly for appearances, leave it a bit looser. If you are wearing it for punishment, or training, it will probably be put on for you, and it will be snug. However, you must never allow it to be tight enough or on long enough for your genitals to turn blue or black, or to get cold to the touch. Red, certainly, dark red, even the beginnings of purple, but if you don’t want them to fall off, be careful.” He finishes adjusting the ring to his satisfaction. It is snug, but not yet uncomfortable, although I can see how it easily could be.

“Look.”

I obey, gazing downward. What I see makes my cock twitch. It is standing out from my body, already flushing a deep shade of rose. Under it, my balls are pushed forward, the taut skin shiny. I like it. Lifting my eyes to Remus, I can see that he likes it, too. Severus is unreadable. I am beginning to think that one way or another, before this night is over, I will do whatever it takes to see this man unravel. He is so cool, so in control – what he must be like when he lets go! My mouth is dry with longing.

“You will not come again until you are given permission.” Severus' low voice caresses my ears.

“Yes, sir.” I watch as he retrieves more items from the wardrobe and brings them back, holding them up for my inspection. They are four heavy leather cuffs with sheepskin lining.

“May I put these on you?”

"Yes, Master."

Severus' eyes narrow. "I am not your Master." He nods to Remus. "Remus is." He throws Remus a look that is stunning for the affection that blazes briefly from his eyes. "Though he doesn't like the term. I am your teacher." He sees my bewilderment. "'Sir' is fine."

"Yes, sir."

A glance at Remus and I see he is smiling his encouragement. I don’t know what makes me so docile, why I want to simply stand here and wait to be bidden by these men. I am familiar with Remus, comfortable with his quiet authority, but Severus is different. He seems like a coiled spring, as though any moment, he might become violent. But I can’t say why! He is calm, speaks softly, touches me gently – but there is this feeling of power, of energy, of danger about him that I think would make me afraid if Remus weren’t there. But Remus is there, and I feel no fear – just a mounting sexual tension that makes the room fairly hum.

Severus fits two cuffs snugly on my ankles, then buckles the others on my wrists.

“The cuffs are a symbol of your submission, whether they are ever used or not.” He tucks in the last strap and tests them. “They should never be so tight that they cut off circulation.”

He turns and approaches Remus, who stands. Did Remus summon him? I didn’t see any signal, but it almost seems as though they need none.

Severus removes Remus’ clothing slowly, his hands running over Remus’ body, peeling off the garments, pushing the clothes away and carrying them over to the chair in the corner. He folds them neatly, then toes off his own tall boots. His clothing joins ours on the chair and finally he turns, naked, to face the room. He is thin, all flat muscle and bone. His skin is pale – even for an Englishman – but it is suffused with a faint flush. His cock is rigid. I allow myself a small smile as I realize that his body is far more expressive than his face. He puts on cuffs of his own that reach to his elbows, pulling the straps through the buckles with his teeth. He wears no ankle cuffs.

When he’s finished, he goes to Remus and stands quietly. Remus cups his face in his hands and kisses him. It is not just any kiss. It is long and passionate and telling. Severus allows his arms to circle Remus’ waist and his body to mold itself to his lover’s. When the kiss ends and Severus moves away, his face carries the same faint flush as his body.

He comes to me, his eyes burning with barely contained passion.

“I am going to tie you down, over the desk, and I am going to fuck you.”

A deep shudder runs through me.

“I’m not going to make love to you.” His lip curls slightly at the term. “I am not even going to concern myself with your pleasure. I am going to use you for my pleasure only.” He raises one black eyebrow. “Unless you object?”

“No, sir.” I can barely speak and cast a nervous glance at Remus.

Remus comes to stand beside me. “Are you certain?”

His blue eyes are searching, calm, and belie the flush of excitement that makes him tremble and his beautiful cock shiver.

I glance between the two of them. Remus' face shows concern, but Severus' is a mask, eyes burning. Suddenly I can’t wait any longer.

“Yes.”

Remus turns toward the desk.

"Wait." Severus raises a hand. “Have you ever been beaten?”

His voice makes me shiver, and I feel my eyes go wide. “No, sir.”

“I would like very much to use my belt on you. Are you agreeable?”

I gulp as the blood surges through me. “Yes, sir.”

Severus’ hand comes up and winds into my hair. His fist closes and the strands pull painfully tight as he tips my head back, exposing my throat to his eyes, to his mouth. I start to tremble.

If only he would touch me.

---

Severus is flawless – as he always is. He responds to my slightest gesture, almost to my thoughts. He is fairly vibrating with eagerness, but nothing shows in his face. Only when he finally strips is his excitement evident in the straining of his cock and the flush on his skin.

The boy agrees to do our bidding, and I turn him over to Severus. I make myself comfortable in the armchair and hope I can keep from coming just from watching them.

The boy watches Severus, his eyes wide with innocence and eager anticipation, but no sign of fear. He is so perfect, such an unspoiled treasure. We will not spoil him tonight, but when we are finished, the innocence will be gone.

When Severus strips the boy, he turns him first so that I can see both their faces in profile, as he knows I wish. I needn't say anything. Severus knows, and even though this is his evening, he is still mindful of his position as my submissive. More mindful than I, on occasion.

He touches the boy gently, but impersonally. When the boy leans against him, he moves away. I know the boy, know his need to be touched, but I also know Severus’ need to keep his distance. It was months before Severus desired my touch in any nonsexual way; it is simply who he is. I will have to make sure that the boy gets the contact he craves. I want this experience to be as much a pleasure for him as I know it will be for Severus and me.

The boy is so hard, he could come at any moment. He is young and will rouse again quickly, so I suggest Severus suck him. He obliges, making a quick and efficient job of it, but I see in the way his eyes close, in the way he takes in the scent of the boy in a long, deep breath, that he is enjoying himself.

Severus then places a cock and ball ring on the boy, and follows it with wrist and ankle cuffs. He speaks softly so the boy will have to concentrate on him alone. But I know what he is saying; I can tell by the inflection of his voice, the cadence of his words, by the boy’s reactions, and because I know Severus. He will be explaining everything to the boy as he goes along. What the items are for, how they are used, what will be expected of the boy, and most importantly, he asks the boy’s permission. If any of this is against the boy’s will, it will be wrong and will spoil the experience for all of us.

When he is finished with the boy he comes to me. I stand to meet him and it is all I can do to remain calm as he removes my clothes. His hands stroke me lightly, linger on my body and I feel almost as eager as the boy.

After he removes his own clothes, he comes to me for a kiss. Severus is spare in his gestures of affection; he needs little by way of confirmation of our relationship. This kiss is his way of acknowledging that no matter what he initiates with the boy, regardless of how he pleasures himself, he is still mine. He gives himself completely to the kiss, molding his body to mine, surrendering himself totally to me. I am struck, not for the first time, with the thought that while this man may be my submissive, there is nothing I would not do for him.

---

This boy of Remus' is quivering with need again soon after his first release. He is eager to please, unafraid. It is a heady feeling having this kind of trust bestowed on me. He is not from our world, he knows not the kind of man I am, what I have done, what I am capable of doing.

His trust is for Remus, and therefore, by default, for myself. Only once, when I tell him what I am going to do to him, does his gaze flicker in a moment of uncertainty. But he agrees, even before Remus moves close with his steadying presence.

The boy wants to be touched, needs it so badly I can almost smell it. Not just to be fucked; he is the kind who needs physical contact. Were he mine alone, I would have to supply it, but Remus is here, and will not let the boy suffer. I hope that if the boy pursues this way of life, he is careful to choose someone like Remus, and not someone like myself. His gentle, affectionate nature would wither and die under the care of a cold, undemonstrative master.

I wind my fist in his hair and stretch his head back. He does not resist. Remus moves the desk a bit further into the room and quickly clears the top. He pulls ropes from the bottom drawer as I bring the boy over. When I turn the boy and push him down on the desk, he automatically stretches his arms over his head and braces his feet wide. He is a natural, and I tremble with the knowledge that it is I who will be breaking him in.

---

It is Severus who binds the boy. I watch as he adjusts the ropes. They are not tight, as there is probably little need for actual restraint with Artemis; they are mostly for training and for the boy’s security.

Severus drops to one knee by the boy's head, and I move close enough to hear, but not to distract the boy's attention from his teacher.

“You may, of course, stop me whenever you want, and we will take you home immediately.” I think I see the first glimmer of real fear in the boy’s eyes. “Will you trust me to know your limits? Not to push you harder than you can stand?”

Artemis takes a deep breath. “Yes, sir.”

Severus reaches out and wipes a trickle of sweat off the boy’s brow with his thumb. “Excellent.”

The boy relaxes and smiles at the single word of praise.

Severus goes to strip his belt from his jeans, then moves behind the boy, standing slightly to the side. He runs his left hand gently over the boy’s exposed cheeks, caressing the smooth flesh in a languid, sensuous manner.

And then the first blow falls. The boy jumps at the crack of the belt, but doesn’t flinch or pull away.

Severus goes back to stroking him, murmuring softly, things that only the boy can hear. The belt strikes again, and again the boy doesn’t flinch.

This continues, the blows coming harder and faster, then slacking, then raining down in quick succession. And always in between, the gentle stroke of Severus’ cool hand.

The boy’s face is pressed into his arms. The muscles of his back and arms stand out with strain, but remarkably, he is not fighting the restraints. They lay slack as he holds himself still and silent, enduring the strap with no more than trembling and the occasional gasp.

Finally, an especially hard blow draws a muffled yelp and Severus sets the belt aside. The boy’s backside is fiery red and covered with welts. Severus leans over the boy and whispers something I do not hear, but I see the boy relax. Severus pulls a jar from the top drawer of the desk, unscrews the top and moves behind the boy. The boy adjusts his stance, matching the height of his hips to Severus’.

Severus prepares the boy quickly. His face is impassive, and it isn’t until I look at his hands and see them trembling that I know how much he is enjoying himself. He lays a hand on the small of the boy’s back, then leans forward, sheathing himself fully in one smooth movement. The boy groans and pushes back against him. His cock, still constricted by the leather band, is swollen and dripping.

I move a bit closer, wanting to watch Severus’ face. His eyes are closed and a look of bliss is starting to slacken his features, when he opens his eyes and focuses on me. The fire that suddenly burns in those dark eyes makes my knees weak and I almost come where I stand.

The boy twists his hips and a small moan escapes Severus’ lips as his eyes flutter closed once more.

A sudden, cramping, burning pain wrenches at my guts and draws a sharp hiss of breath from me as blackness threatens to overwhelm my vision. I want to yank Severus from the boy, push him away, yell, rant. I want to strike out, to separate the two of them, drive them apart. I want that for myself. My eyes open wide in disbelief as I recognize the feeling for what it is. Jealousy. I fight the demon down resolutely. This is not the time! Later... later I will take the feelings out again and examine them, wonder where they came from and why. But not now – this is Severus’ night.

Once I have the demon locked away in a dark corner of my being, I blink and return my focus to the scene in front of me. Now the boy strains at the bonds, spreading his fingers wide on the table, trying to get purchase to push back against the punishing strokes of Severus’ hips. Unable to stand it any longer, I grab the jar, slather the gel on my own straining cock and move behind Severus. As soon as he realizes what I am going to do, he stops pumping into the boy, and waits, back arched, for me to sink into him.

Oh gods, he feels good! Hot and tight around my cock. I have to struggle to remember that this is for his pleasure, and not just blindly hump away.

We experiment. I move with him for awhile, driving into him as he drives into the boy, then, I let him control all of the action, impaling himself on my cock as he withdraws from the boy’s tight behind.

It is not long before I have my arm around Severus’ waist, bracing him. His head is flung back on my shoulder and he shakes and twitches as his release nears. When he finally drives forward into the boy, I push into him and we cry out together.

For a few moments, he lies sprawled over the boy’s back. I gather myself first, moving away, allowing him the space to withdraw from the boy.

He recovers himself quickly, and runs a soothing hand down the boy’s back. Moving around the desk, he frees the boy’s hands and removes the cuffs from wrists and ankles. The boy stands, pale and trembling, his cock still rock hard and deep red within the constraints of the ring.

I head for the bathroom, and Severus follows with the boy. Once the water is hot, we all climb in the shower and I face the boy, running a hand over his swollen genitals. He looks up at me with pleading in his soft eyes and I glance at Severus. Severus smiles and I drop to my knees, releasing the ring and drawing that sweet cock into my mouth. The boy doesn’t last long, though I suspect that the prostate massage Severus is giving him with two of his long fingers has something to do with it. He comes, salty and sweet, deep in my mouth.

When we are all clean, every possible nook and cranny scrubbed, we spend rather a long time drying each other off in the cramped, steamy room. Severus pulls a jar of cream out of a cabinet and bids Artemis lean on the sink. The cheeky little beggar does so, spreading his legs wide and tossing an inviting grin back over his shoulder at Severus.

Severus moves close to the boy, sliding one hand down his back and between his legs where whatever he does elicits a deep groan from the boy. He leans close, whispering in the boy’s ear. I can’t hear his words, but whatever filth he is pouring forth has the boy blushing deeply, a look of both trepidation and anticipation on his face. He lets out a yelp when Severus gives his sac a tug and straightens up, moving his attention to the jar in his hand.

Severus spreads the cream over the tender skin of the boy’s backside, massaging it in with a light touch. The boy relaxes and hangs his head with a sigh, content under Severus’ hands.

We tumble onto the bed, wind ourselves into a ball – with Severus on the outside, of course – and relax into sleep.

---

A cock slips inside of me, waking me gently. I stretch luxuriously and feel an arm slip under my head and around my neck. I arch back into the body that claims me, bonelessly relaxed and willing. It is Severus. I don’t need to look, to hear his whisper in my ear. His cock is thicker than Remus’, but not quite as long. It feels wonderful, and I moan in abandon.

Remus stirs sleepily in front of me, his fingers reaching out and trailing down my chest and over my belly. Severus’ other arm comes around, pinning my arm to my side, and I squirm my hips against him, begging shamelessly for him to hit “that spot.” I know he can, know he knows just where… just how… if he only chooses.

I think I hear Severus chuckle as he shifts position a bit and… yes. The soft cry escapes me before I can stop it. Severus’ leg wraps around both of mine and he strengthens his grip, holding me still against his wiry body.

I don’t fight him; I don’t want to. It feels good to be pinned in his iron grip, held immobile as he strokes in and out of me. I press back into him, inviting him to tighten his grip still further. He does. The arm around my neck draws tighter, and suddenly, it is difficult to breathe. I relax against him, but the constricting band of muscle and bone grows even tighter, making it impossible for me to draw breath. I wait for a few heartbeats. Surely, he will realize he is choking me and loosen his grip? My lungs start to burn and at last I struggle. I pull loose the arm I had been laying on and wind my fingers around his wrist. It is like trying to move a steel band and I struggle harder, as lights start to explode behind my eyes and panic blooms in my chest.

“Be still.” The low growl in my ear makes me weak. I fight to relax, even as I grow dizzy. As soon as I stop struggling, the arm around my neck eases, and cool air floods my lungs. It is only then that I realize that my cock is so hard it hurts.

Just then, Remus’ mouth closes around me and I cry out, trying to thrust into him even as Severus thrusts into me.

“You will not be harmed.” The low whisper feathers over my ear. “Will you trust me?”

I shiver, dread mingling with desire. Remus’ teeth scrape lightly over my cock and I press back into Severus, struggling to nod my assent.

I draw a hasty breath as the arm tightens about my throat again, shutting off my air. There is nothing but this. I try not to struggle as my world fades and surges.

---

Severus is fucking the boy again. How he managed to get over the both of us without waking me up I don’t know, but the boy is pressed into him, practically purring as Severus strokes into him from behind.

I trace my fingers lazily down the boy’s front and his eyes flutter open. He treats me to a brief smile before Severus’ cock finds the heart of him and he moans. I am instantly hard, but decide to content myself with watching – for now.

Severus’ arm tightens around the boy’s neck, and in a moment, I realize the boy can no longer breathe at all. For a brief minute, the boy lies still, then he starts to struggle. Severus growls and the boy stills. Severus immediately relinquishes his vice-like grip on the boy’s throat and he gulps air greedily.

Settling comfortably, one hand on Severus’ thigh, I take the boy into my mouth. He responds instantly, though Severus is holding him almost immobile. I hear Severus speak softly, and scrape my teeth lightly up the length of the boy’s cock. His body shudders.

Severus' thrusts become harder and I match my motions to his. The boy writhes under our touch and I glance up. The corded muscles of Severus’ arm stand out as he chokes the boy. For a moment, I lose my rhythm and just stare. Severus' head is turned and he is watching the boy intently. He loosens his grip and I feel the boy gulp in air, his body relaxing as the oxygen returns to his starved cells. After a few breaths, Severus tightens his grip again, shutting off the boy’s air once more. Artemis grips Severus’ wrist, but unbelievably, he is not trying to pull Severus’ arm away. I shake my head. If the boy is willing to trust his life to Severus, I can at least keep up my end.

I have never engaged in breath play before, and never knew Severus had. I certainly never knew that Severus was experienced, as he must be or he would never put the boy at risk. It is not something I am comfortable with, but I know better than to doubt Severus. We gave our word that the boy would be safe, and safe he will be. The boy begins to twitch uncontrollably, his oxygen-depleted muscles fighting regardless of what he might wish. Severus thrusts harder and I match his motions. I hear his low growl and reach back to squeeze the boy’s sac. The boy explodes into my mouth, flooding me with an almost impossible amount of come. Severus gives a final thrust and stops breathing as he reaches his own release.

~~

I give a final lick to the boy’s rapidly deflating cock and push myself up on the bed. The boy is coughing and gasping, trying to regain control of his breathing.

I sit up and move back as Severus, after a look at me, levers himself over the boy, to lie facing him from the spot I have just vacated. Severus strokes his hand lightly over the boy’s forehead. I hear him murmur something and the boy nods, then collapses forward onto Severus’ chest. I am afraid, for a moment, that Severus might move away from the boy, but he does not. He drapes an arm loosely over the boy’s ribs and waits for the boy to collect himself. Why do I worry? Severus is nothing if not exact. He knows what to do, knows what the boy needs and will not fail him, regardless. While this night is for him, he will not neglect his responsibility to someone who has placed such total trust in him. I wonder, with sadness and not for the first time, how someone so utterly dependable has come to be trusted by so few.

Ignoring my own still-hard cock, I pad to the bathroom. Finding a couple of flannels, I rinse them in hot water, grab a towel and return to the bedroom. While magic is quicker and easier, it is out of the question with the boy, and I have to admit, there is something comforting about having someone tend to you with a hot, wet rag.

I tend the boy first, as he lies still against Severus’ chest. He murmurs his gratitude as he reaches for me, giving me a lazy, sated kiss. Pushing him gently away, I nudge Severus onto his back and tend him as well. His hands come up, tangling in my hair and pulling me into a long kiss. My hands lose their function as Severus kisses me, stroking my soul with his tongue, sucking and nipping gently at my lower lip. For a man who used to do so little kissing, he is extraordinarily good at it, and I find myself stretched out beside him, utterly lost.

Severus rolls me onto my back without breaking the kiss. He moves over me, straddling my body, rubbing against my swollen cock. I moan and rake my nails over his back. He growls back into my mouth as he arches into my hands.

Slowly, he works his way down my neck, across my collarbones, over my chest. Lips, tongue and teeth tease my skin as he continues his delicious wriggling against my cock. My world shrinks to this man, and the feelings he creates in me. His teeth fasten on a nipple and I groan, then gasp as another set of teeth find the other nipple. My world tilts, wavers, then surges.

As Severus works his way down over my belly, the boy takes over the upper part of my body and I can’t help but groan, helpless with need. Hands and mouths caress me as the two of them work to tease and please me.

Severus’ mouth travels lazily down one thigh and up the other, eliciting a growl when he swipes his tongue up my cock and… moves on. He takes my balls into his mouth, rolling them on his tongue, sucking and tugging gently. A spit-slick finger enters me and feathers over my prostate just as the boy bites my neck. I wind a hand in Severus’ hair and tug, growling my need to feel that mouth around my cock. I can feel him smile as he pulls back, releasing my balls with a small, wet pop. I hear a pathetic whimper and hope it didn’t come from me, but if I could think, I would know that it did.

Severus slides up my body, and the boy melts away, giving his teacher room. The heavy warmth of Severus covers me, and he kisses me with abandon as he grinds his hips against me.

When he starts his way back down my body, the boy moves in again, and when that wonderful, talented mouth finally envelopes me, the world tips and I slide into a pool of pleasure.

~~

I wake up slowly. There is a body spooned against my back, and another pressed against my belly. A lamp burns low on the mantle, giving just enough light to see the clock. It’s early still, plenty of time before Severus needs to rise and return to school. Plenty of time….

I slide a hand down the boy’s belly, wrap it around his sleeping cock and tug – hard. It awakens instantly, swelling and growing stiff in my hand as the boy stretches and yawns. I nip his shoulder, making sure he comes fully awake, then wiggle my way around to face Severus. Tilting his chin up, I crush his mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. He responds instantly, returning the kiss with a fervor that belies the fact that he was dead asleep mere seconds before. I push him onto his back, straddling him while not breaking the kiss. He yields to me, raising his hands over his head and arching into me, rolling his hips against mine.

After kissing us both breathless, I roll off him. He watches me, his dark, intense eyes burning, waiting for me to make my wishes known. I slap his hip. “On your knees, hands on the headboard.” He obeys instantly as I turn to the boy, who is sitting cross-legged, watching with bright-eyed interest. Reaching around the boy, I grab the jar of lubricant and drop it in his lap. “Fuck him.”

The boy moves eagerly into position, covering himself liberally with gel. He reaches forward to prepare Severus and I lay a hand on his arm. “That’s not necessary, Artemis.” He casts a skeptical eye toward Severus, who scowls back over his shoulder.

“Do as you’re told, boy.”

I give Artemis’ arm a squeeze as I laugh. “You can trust me.”

The boy flushes deeply and starts to stammer but I shush him with a slap on his beautiful, firm arse. “Fuck him as hard as you can, for as long as you can.” The boy’s eyes widen. “I want to hear him scream.” I drop my voice to a growl. "And don't even think of coming until he does."

The boy grins and suddenly drives forward into Severus, who closes his eyes and arches his back.

I watch the boy for a moment, then rest a hand on his lower back and move close. “Tilt your hips.” I move my hands to his hips and apply slight pressure. “Like so.”

He follows my direction, the change in angle bringing him in contact with Severus’ prostate and eliciting a deep groan from the wizard.

“Good.” I whisper a few more suggestions into the boy’s ear, then sit back to watch.

Severus was totally controlled when we first got together, but as the months have gone by, he has loosened up considerably. He knows I like to hear his reactions, see him respond, and I wonder how he will react to another’s cock driving into him while I watch. The muscles stand out on his arms and back as he braces himself, pushing back into the boy, who appears to have endless stamina. Both of them are starting to sweat from the exertion, and his head hangs between his arms, his hair obscuring his face. I reach forward, smoothing it back and he turns to me. His face is a mask, but his eyes burn for me. He is beautiful.

A few more whispered suggestions to the boy and he slows his pace, long slow strokes with a twist of the hips at the end when he is buried deep inside my lover. Severus starts to tremble and with a smile, I cover my hand with lube, reach under Severus' belly and close my fingers over his cock, stroking and squeezing just the way I know he likes.

I hear him grunt and stifle a moan. The boy and I work him in concert and before long, small moans are escaping Severus at fairly regular intervals as his face twists and the mask slips. It is time. I reach around and give the boy’s balls a gentle squeeze as a signal that it is time to make my lover scream.

It doesn’t take long. I wrap my arm around Severus’ ribs to keep him from collapsing as he throws his head back and cries my name.

My name.

The boy comes close on his heels with an inarticulate cry of his own and I’m suddenly struggling to support his weight as well. I let go of Severus, and they tumble into a heap, Severus’ arm snaking out to wrap around my neck and pull me with them. We lay in an untidy pile, our arms around each other.

Severus is first to rise, sitting up and pushing sweaty locks out of his face. “You seem to be always coming out on the short end of things.” He runs his hand across my belly and closes his fingers around my stiff cock.

I chuckle. “I’m enjoying myself, and so far the rewards have been more than adequate.”

“Boy.” Severus nudges Artemis, who rises, gasping, to a sitting position. Severus jerks his head toward the bathroom, and with a nod, the boy is on his way. He returns shortly with hot cloths and a towel.

We look after each other with a gentleness that speaks of real fondness, and when done, Severus tosses the cloths aside. “Now.” He scowls at me. “On your back, wolf.”

“Wolf?” The boy is curious.

I grin, enjoying Severus' consternation at his slip. It is a measure of how comfortable he is with both of us that it happened. I have never known Severus to slip before, and move to cover him.

“You’re giving me orders?” I can’t help teasing him further while I’m at it.

Severus blanches for a moment, then recovers. “I shall expect to be soundly beaten for my impertinence. Later.”

I laugh and settle comfortably on my back. Severus turns to the boy.

“Since you are so good at following orders, and possessed of a seemingly endless supply of energy….” Severus looks slightly sour. “I want you to ride Remus.” He plunks the jar of lube into the boy’s hand.

A shiver of anticipation runs through me. Severus knows how much I enjoy this.

The boy prepares us both, then slowly, carefully, with his eyes on my face, he lowers himself onto my cock. Oh, gods he feels good! He braces himself on my chest and moves easily, his young legs strong and steady.

Within minutes, his eyes start to drift closed in pleasure. A solid slap on the arse from Severus gets his attention.

“Pay attention. This is not for your pleasure.”

The boy gulps and nods, then turns his attention to me and smiles. He is a beautiful creature, open, affectionate, giving, and he puts his energies to pleasing me.

He does brilliantly.

Severus’ mouth claims mine in a lazy kiss, then he moves to tease my neck, ears, and torso with his lips, teeth and tongue. Very soon, the world recedes in a swirl of pleasure that builds and climbs and soars, taking me with it.

~~

We shower quickly, trying not to linger over the pleasure of it, as it is growing late. Dressing is done in silence, our thoughts already drifting to our separate responsibilities in the outside world.

We are all ready at the same time, and for a moment just stand looking at each other. Then the boy approaches Severus.

He stands before him, his eyes fixed on Severus’. A smile stretches his mouth as he holds Severus’ gaze. For a moment nothing happens, then one corner of the wizard’s mouth twitches. The boy’s smile spreads to a grin, and Severus gives up the fight and smiles back. The boy leans forward and whispers something to Severus, then gives his cheek a quick kiss.

A faint flush warms Severus’ skin as he gives the boy a mock scowl, and I wonder what words the boy had for him.

The boy then comes to me, a shy smile lighting his eyes. Without a word, he wraps his arms around my neck, reaching up to bury his face against my throat. I hold him tight, stroking his back. He loosens his hold just enough to turn his face up to mine, and I kiss him long and deeply. He leans into me and returns the kiss hungrily.

When I finally let him go, it’s to see an amused look on Severus’ face. He moves close and gives the boy a gentle cuff.

“Slut.” His growl has no malice and the boy smiles at him.

“Someday,” the boy says in a soft voice, “I hope I meet someone I can care for, and who cares for me, as much as you two care for each other.”

I have to smile at the startled look that flashes across Severus’ face. “You will, Artemis.”

“Just choose with care.” Severus straightens the boy’s collar.

“So.” The boy looks first at Severus then at me. “When’s your birthday?”

I laugh and nod to Severus, who moves close behind the boy, drawing his wand. I put my arms around the boy, drawing him close. “I’ll find you, when it’s time.” I whisper the words in his ear and Severus touches him with the wand. He goes limp, and the two of us hold him up as I fumble for my wand.

Moments later, we stumble in the alley by the pub, and Severus touches the boy to revive him.

The boy shakes himself and looks around. “Someday you'll have to…”

“Maybe.” I cut the boy off. He looks at me longingly, but I shake my head. “Go.”

He nods, then laughs and turns, running into the growing light of the day.

Severus and I stand silent for a moment, then turn to each other.

“You heading straight to Hogwarts?”

He nods. “You?”

I gesture vaguely. “I have some errands….”

He nods again. The silence seems almost awkward, hardly what I’d expect after a night like the one we have just shared.

Severus rubs the side of his nose and gives me a shy smile. “That was… uh… the best birthday present anyone’s ever given me.”

I laugh, the awkwardness gone, and fold my lover in my arms. He resists for a split second, then leans into me, hugging me back.

“Will you come to me tonight?”

I look into those dark eyes as he steps back. “I will.”

He nods, and with a crack, he is gone.

---

While I generally teach most my Potions classes while prowling among my students, today I spent all my time on my feet. Not that I don’t find the ache caused by sitting a very pleasant reminder of the previous night, but the thoughts it engenders distract me from the business at hand – that of keeping my students from killing themselves, or worse, me.

There is something for me to think about, but I keep it firmly tucked away, not wanting to bring it out until I can give it my full attention. I only have one class right after lunch, and if I hurry, I can get all my paperwork done before dinner.

All goes according to plan, and shortly after dinner I’m in my chambers, feet on the coffee table and a glass of Benedictine in my hand. If Lupin stays to form, I have about an hour before he’ll show up.

I sip the liquor and draw forth the memory that has been gnawing at the edge of my thoughts since last night. I was fucking the boy for the first time. Oh, gods! He was so tight, so willing, so hot, so… I shake myself. Now, what was it? Oh, yes. Lupin. I turned my eyes to his and was startled to find the most unexpected expression before he covered it. Anger? Stronger. Hatred? I sip the Benedictine. Jealousy. A cold wave sweeps over me. Did he really feel so much for the boy that he was jealous of my fucking him? He brought the boy to me; did he learn only later how much the boy meant to him – only when he saw me fucking him?

My hand shakes as I set the glass aside. This is Lupin. Think. I clear my mind and let images and feelings float freely. Not organized thinking, to be sure, but this is not a problem of logic – this is Remus Lupin, werewolf and sentimental idiot.

When Lupin steps from the flames of my fireplace forty-five minutes later, I know what the issue is. I wonder if he does.

“Severus.” He seems distant and doesn’t meet my eyes. He is not going to get away with behaving like this.

I set the now-empty glass aside, stand, and take his cloak, hanging it behind the door. “Would you step into the bedroom, please.” I keep my expression empty.

He looks surprised, but complies, a wary smile on his face. In the bedroom, he draws himself up, automatically assuming the dominant stance.

I stand in front of him with what I hope is a resolute expression on my face. “May I?”

He nods, looking somewhat bemused, as I undress him. It’s a ritual I’ve performed many times, and one that pleases me. He has taught me to enjoying touching, with his open pleasure in the feel of my hands, with the way his body responds to me. And he has taught me to enjoy being touched. His hands bring only pleasure, and if that pleasure comes in the form of pain, it is always skillfully applied, always just exactly what I need. It is now time for me to give him what he needs.

Only once before have I topped Lupin. While I enjoy sinking my cock into a tight arse as much as the next man, that is not what I want from this relationship. He is my Dom. With him, I can forfeit all authority, all responsibility, all the necessity for decision making. With him, I can simply be. He will take care of everything, and all I need to do in return is obey. Ironic, that while I hate obeying the Dark Lord, frequently chafe at obeying Dumbledore, and refuse to obey all others, I crave domination from Lupin. It’s simple. I am utterly safe with him, and while I am under his authority, I don’t have to think, worry, scheme, cajole or persuade. He sets me free.

Once before, he needed me. He needs me again now, and this will be a small price to pay for all he gives me. Oh, I will enjoy this, I will enjoy this very much, but I need to be careful not to upset the delicate balance of the relationship that means so much to me.

The first time took more courage than I would have thought. This time will be easier, for both of us.

When we are both naked, I take his wrist and move backward toward the bed, sinking down and urging him gently to follow. He complies, covering me with his warmth and weight. As he kisses me, his hands tangle in my hair, and I think of just giving up my plan and enjoying myself as his toy. But I won’t fail him.

Gently, I nudge him, requesting that he roll onto his back. This all has to be with his permission, with his willing acceptance.

He rolls over and stretches, willing, for now, to let me do as I please. I take my time, moving over his body, using my hands and mouth to arouse and please him. Hours spent in this pursuit have taught me what he likes best – what spots are most responsive, when to use my tongue, when to use my teeth, how if I nip him – just here, under the ribs – he will make that mewling little cry and arch into me, making my own cock jump in sympathy.

He is beautiful. His skin is flushed with desire, his hair tousled, his eyes glazed, his cock stiff with need. It is time to act – before he takes control. Stretching on top of him, I brace myself on my forearms and watch him closely.

“I want to fuck you, Remus.”

His eyes open wide in surprise, and I feel a deep shiver run through him as he responds to my voice.

“I want you to feel the pleasure of having me fill you.”

I can see doubt, misgiving.

“I want you to see the utter bliss it will be for me to be inside you.”

There, I was right. That was the heart of his jealousy. It was not that I was fucking the boy, it was that I was fucking the boy. It was the boy who was bringing that look of ecstasy to my face, not himself. I can see in his eyes that he recognizes the truth as well. Will he allow me?

He gulps and closes his eyes, running a hand up my back to grip my hair. “Oh, gods, Severus.” It is enough; I will not make him say it.

I settle on my knees between his thighs, lifting his legs to drape over my shoulders. Summoning a jar of gel, I prepare him carefully. He is not used to being on the receiving end of a cock, and I have no desire to hurt him. He is still the leader. He never takes his eyes from my face, and I can feel his gaze though my own is directed elsewhere.

When his body tells me he is ready, I look to him for permission. His face is flushed, his expression eager, though slightly unsure. I close my eyes for a moment, concentrating on putting aside the rigid control of expression that I have practiced for most of my life, concentrating on opening my face, my mind, myself, to the man before me.

---

He knows! He saw it in my face when he was fucking the boy. Of course he knows; he knows me better than I know myself.

“Oh, gods, Severus.” I don’t know what to say to him. I want it, want it desperately, but I’m still afraid. Not afraid of Severus, never afraid of Severus, but afraid of upsetting the balance of our relationship; afraid of myself.

His touch is sure and gentle and when I think I will surely die from need, he raises his eyes to my face. They burn with passion, with desire. For me. I nod, and he sinks inside me.

Dear gods! For a moment I grip his biceps, struggling to relax. It doesn’t take long.

His eyes watch my face as he moves. They dilate and darken as his face slackens. His breathing becomes more ragged and his eyes finally flutter closed. He tosses his head back and his lips part, his expression rapt.

I am losing myself. The feel of him stretching me, filling me, stroking me, the expression on his face... my world has narrowed to this man and the feelings he engenders. His fingers dig into my thighs as he pulls me onto his cock; my fingers tear at the sheets at my sides. When his hand wraps around me, moving in time with the ever-increasing urgency of his hips, I finally close my eyes and let the world slip away.

I come. Sweet Merlin, how I come. I hear myself cry his name, feel my nails tear at his chest. I feel him start to stiffen and force my eyes open. His face twists, his voice calls me, and I am lost again.

~~

Wrapped around each other, the world, at this moment in time, is perfect. We sleep.

~~end~~



Part One is here.