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Fic: ~Power Play~ NC-17, Part 2, Chapter 4
Title: Power Play
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: D/s, BDSM, violence, bestiality, graphic sex.
Summary: Lupin was surprised to learn of Snape’s submissive side, and stunned when the Potions Master offered that submission up as a gift to him. He grabbed it without thinking, but did the werewolf bite off more than he could chew?
Notes: Two parts - complete. A little angst, but mostly an excuse to write smut. Set in the first half of the school year after OotP, but written before HBP.
Many thanks to Odd Doll and Snegurochka for their excellent work as betas.
~~Power Play~~
Part 2
Chapter 4: Rebirth
It had been more than a week since Snape had been released from the hospital wing. Lupin had not been back to see him – not after the revelation that Snape had allowed the monstrous beating to take place. Lupin had been sickened, outraged, defeated. He had no hope of a relationship with anyone who sought that kind of treatment. He could not provide it, nor could he tolerate anyone he cared about seeking it from another. Not just because he tended to regard his partners with more than a little possessiveness, but because he genuinely couldn’t stomach that kind of violence against another human being, let alone someone he cared about. And he had finally admitted to himself – he cared a great deal about Severus Snape. That he must see Snape eventually, he knew, but it was still two weeks before he would need the Wolfsbane. Two weeks to ignore his feelings. Two weeks to pretend he didn’t care.
He was working at the desk in his room when the soft knock came at his door. Puzzled, he put his quill aside and bid the knocker enter.
It was Snape. He stopped just inside the door, his face expressionless.
Lupin stood, coming out from behind his desk. When Snape didn’t speak, he cleared his throat, finding it suddenly dry. “You wished to see me?” It was obvious, but someone had to do, or say, something.
Snape swirled his cloak off his shoulders, tossing it over a chair as he advanced on Lupin.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said.”
“And...?”
Snape reached up, cupped the taller wizard’s face in his hands, drew him down and kissed him.
In shock, Lupin didn’t respond.
Snape’s kiss was feather light, his lips moving softly over Lupin’s, his tongue flicking out to trace the unresponsive lips, seeking a reply, requesting entrance. With a shiver, Lupin returned the kiss, opening his mouth, allowing Snape’s tongue to explore him, accepting the gentle intrusion.
The kiss continued, Lupin standing passively, arms at his side, returning the kiss, but not seeking to control it, letting Snape take the lead.
Slowly, Lupin felt his bones turning to jelly as the expert kiss, the talented tongue of the Potions master, worked its magic. Through a haze, he realized that Snape had managed to remove all of their clothing and that he was running his hands slowly up Lupin’s arms and around his shoulders. His touch was as light as his kiss, and as devastating to Lupin’s senses.
Breaking the kiss, Snape slid his hand down Lupin’s arm, closing his fingers over his wrist. Gently, he pulled Lupin toward the bed, then moving behind him, placed his hands on the taller wizard’s shoulders and lightly pressed down.
Lupin went rigid. Snape’s hands maintained their light pressure, their soft request for compliance. Lupin swallowed as his knees gave way and he sank to the thick rug. Leaning forward, he crossed his arms on the side of the bed and buried his face in them. His mind was screaming at him to resist, even as his body obeyed.
He had not allowed this for years – no, decades. Not since he had “graduated” to dominant status had he allowed another man to top him. Every month he had control of his body wrenched from him by the lycanthropy. Every month he was at the mercy of another force. Long ago, he had determined that no one else would ever have that control over him. And now Snape was asking for it. Asking for him to yield himself. Not demanding. Not insisting. Just a gentle request that Lupin could throw off with a shrug of his shoulder.
He didn’t.
Lupin buried his face deeper in his arms and trembled. He trembled in fear of giving up control, in fear of what was to come, but also in anticipation of having Snape inside him. His breaths came more quickly as Snape stroked his back, his hips, his thighs. He felt Snape’s body against his, Snape’s chest covering his back, the front of his thighs pressed against the back of Lupin’s own. Snape’s hands stroking his chest, his stomach, his thighs. Everywhere but Lupin’s aching cock.
“Say the word and I’ll stop.” The whisper was close to his ear.
Lupin gave one sharp shake of his head.
Snape’s knee nudged against the inside of Lupin’s thigh and he spread his legs wide to accommodate Snape’s shorter stature. Unbeknownst to Lupin, a small whimper escaped him as Snape stroked his cock against the crack in Lupin’s buttocks.
“It’s all right, Remus,” the deep voice whispered. “You’re safe with me.”
Lupin felt tears prick the backs of his eyes, and pressed them firmly into his arm.
What was wrong with him?
Snape straightened up but left one hand on Lupin’s back. Lupin heard him murmur something, then stiffened as Snape’s fingers, coated in a cool gel, touched that most personal of orifices. First one finger, then two, entered Lupin while Snape’s other hand gently caressed his back. Lupin tried to force his body to relax, but even though it was responding to Snape’s touch, the muscles remained stubbornly rigid. He felt Snape’s fingers leave him, and felt the head of Snape’s cock press gently against him.
“Still all right?” Although Snape’s voice was soft, Lupin could hear the undertone of desire vibrate through his words.
“Do it now.” Lupin’s words were muffled against the bed.
Snape leaned steadily into him, keeping his chest against Lupin’s back, his arms around his ribs. Holding him close, but not tightly. Not tight enough to insinuate mastery. Just tight enough to convey unity.
The head of Snape’s cock entered him and Lupin took a huge breath as a stab of hot pain shot through him. Snape lay still against his back, stroking Lupin’s belly lightly with one hand. When Lupin relaxed a fraction, Snape pressed into him a little further. Lupin grabbed a mouthful of quilt in his teeth to keep from crying out.
“Breathe, Remus.” The command was soft at his ear.
Suddenly realizing he was holding his breath, Lupin let the air out of his lungs in a rush. As he did, he felt his muscles relax. Snape must have felt it as well, and after withdrawing his cock to the head, he pressed forward again, burying himself completely inside Lupin.
Lupin let out a muffled yelp, but didn’t pull away. He could feel Snape trembling as the other man lay against his back.
Slowly at first, then with more assurance, Snape began moving inside him. The feel of Snape filling him, the friction of Snape’s chest against his back... Snape’s hand slid down, the long fingers wrapping themselves around his cock. Lupin groaned and pushed himself back into Snape’s thrusting hips.
Snape kept as much contact between their bodies as he could. When he shifted position slightly, his cock brushed over Lupin’s prostate. Lupin let out an inarticulate cry as he threw his head back, narrowly missing a collision with Snape’s nose. Lupin could feel the smile on Snape’s lips as he licked, then bit into his neck in a none-too-gentle manner. Snape continued to stroke over Lupin’s prostate with each thrust of his cock, and before long, Lupin was wondering, through a haze, who was making those mewling, whimpering noises. Surely, it wasn’t him?
Lupin’s heart was racing. He couldn’t see. His world was a rush and roar of sensation. Fear reached for him and he clutched at the bedclothes.
“Severus!”
“I’m here.” The trusted voice was in his ear as he came in a rush, the room spinning out of control.
He was vaguely aware of Snape’s hoarse cry as he came with Lupin, clutching him tightly to his chest.
~~
Slowly, Lupin started noticing things. The smell of the quilt pressed against his cheek, the ticking of the clock on the mantle, the pain in his knees where they bore into the rug, the weight of the man lying on his back, the arms gently circling his ribs. He stirred and Snape lifted himself, sliding slowly out of his body. Lupin shivered as the air struck his sweaty back.
Snape tugged Lupin upright against his chest, set one foot flat on the floor, and in a singularly graceless move, tumbled them both up onto the bed. Lupin chuckled as they rolled free of each other and lay shoulder to shoulder on their backs.
“Oh, well done, Severus.”
Snape propped himself up on one elbow and glared at Lupin. “Are you mocking me? If you are, I’m leaving.”
Lupin reached out a finger and smoothed a strand of black hair away from Snape’s face. “And if I’m not, are you staying?”
Snape face softened slightly. “Is that what you want?” The question was tentative.
Lupin shoved Snape onto his back, rolled on top of him and one after the other, drew Snape’s hands over his head, crossing his wrists. He then lowered his own arms, lifting himself on his elbows so he could look down at Snape. Snape’s hands remained where Lupin had put them.
“I think the important question is, do you want to stay?” Lupin stroked a finger down Snape’s cheek. “If you stay, you must know that I can’t get into any kind of steady diet of pain. I know how it’s done, I will do my best to give you what you need from time to time, but it won’t be a lot. It’s just not me. I will not be bullied into it, nor will I allow you to go to anyone else for your needs.”
Snape gave a brief nod. “I believe I can live with that, but what about you?”
Lupin frowned. “What about me?”
“No more Greek boys for you?”
Lupin felt as though he’d been slapped. Snape had seen that image. He replied out of reflex. “I make the rules around here!”
Snape’s face closed like a slammed door. He shoved Lupin off him and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Forgive me.” He looked back to give Lupin a narrow-eyed stare. “I thought we were talking about a different kind of a relationship here.”
“Severus, wait. Severus!”
Lupin reached out and grabbed Snape’s wrist as he started to rise, pulling him back onto the bed. Snape turned sideways and glared at Lupin.
Lupin pulled himself to a sitting position.
“Look.” Lupin swallowed, trying for a tone that was neither pleading nor demanding. In his current mood, he didn’t think Snape would tolerate either.
Snape waited.
“I’m new at this.” Too whiny. “The kind of relationship I want with you, I’ve never had – never wanted – before.” Better. “I dare say, it’s new to you, too.” He saw Snape’s scowl waver a bit. He took a deep breath. “Will you work with me on this?” Good! He’d made it sound like a challenge and not as though he was begging. Although, he realized with a shock, if begging would have worked, he’d have done it. He became momentarily dizzy with the realization that there was nothing so important to him right now as keeping Snape from walking out that door.
Snape crossed his arms, but Lupin thought the scowl wasn’t quite as intense. The silence dragged on for a minute or more, and Lupin tried not to fidget.
“No more Greek boys?”
“No more. I swear...”
Snape cut him off. “Unless you share.”
“I... Wha... ?”
Snape continued to scowl. “Was he submissive?”
“I... He... Well, we didn’t really get to that, but I think the potential was there.” Lupin didn’t know whether to laugh or not.
“He spoke English?”
“Yes, he’s at university in London, but...”
Again Snape cut him off. “So you can find him?”
“Well, I...” Much to his annoyance, Lupin found himself flushing. “I don’t know his name.”
“Slut.” Snape’s voice was so soft, Lupin almost didn’t hear him. Almost.
“What?” He sputtered. “What did you call me?”
Snape’s scowl deepened still further. “You’re a whore, Remus Lupin.”
“I’m... what?” Lupin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Then he noticed the corner of Snape’s scowl twitch.
Bastard.
Reaching out, he snaked a hand around the back of Snape’s neck and pulled them both down into an untidy pile on the bed. He twisted his fingers into the long black hair and dragged the unresisting head towards his hips.
Knowing what was coming, Snape quickly flipped himself around to a more accommodating position.
“Suck!”
Snape’s softly spoken reply was almost lost as he wrapped Lupin’s cock in his warm, wet mouth.
“As you wish.”
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End of Part 2. Epilogue to follow.
Title: Power Play
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: D/s, BDSM, violence, bestiality, graphic sex.
Summary: Lupin was surprised to learn of Snape’s submissive side, and stunned when the Potions Master offered that submission up as a gift to him. He grabbed it without thinking, but did the werewolf bite off more than he could chew?
Notes: Two parts - complete. A little angst, but mostly an excuse to write smut. Set in the first half of the school year after OotP, but written before HBP.
Many thanks to Odd Doll and Snegurochka for their excellent work as betas.
Part 2
Chapter 4: Rebirth
It had been more than a week since Snape had been released from the hospital wing. Lupin had not been back to see him – not after the revelation that Snape had allowed the monstrous beating to take place. Lupin had been sickened, outraged, defeated. He had no hope of a relationship with anyone who sought that kind of treatment. He could not provide it, nor could he tolerate anyone he cared about seeking it from another. Not just because he tended to regard his partners with more than a little possessiveness, but because he genuinely couldn’t stomach that kind of violence against another human being, let alone someone he cared about. And he had finally admitted to himself – he cared a great deal about Severus Snape. That he must see Snape eventually, he knew, but it was still two weeks before he would need the Wolfsbane. Two weeks to ignore his feelings. Two weeks to pretend he didn’t care.
He was working at the desk in his room when the soft knock came at his door. Puzzled, he put his quill aside and bid the knocker enter.
It was Snape. He stopped just inside the door, his face expressionless.
Lupin stood, coming out from behind his desk. When Snape didn’t speak, he cleared his throat, finding it suddenly dry. “You wished to see me?” It was obvious, but someone had to do, or say, something.
Snape swirled his cloak off his shoulders, tossing it over a chair as he advanced on Lupin.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said.”
“And...?”
Snape reached up, cupped the taller wizard’s face in his hands, drew him down and kissed him.
In shock, Lupin didn’t respond.
Snape’s kiss was feather light, his lips moving softly over Lupin’s, his tongue flicking out to trace the unresponsive lips, seeking a reply, requesting entrance. With a shiver, Lupin returned the kiss, opening his mouth, allowing Snape’s tongue to explore him, accepting the gentle intrusion.
The kiss continued, Lupin standing passively, arms at his side, returning the kiss, but not seeking to control it, letting Snape take the lead.
Slowly, Lupin felt his bones turning to jelly as the expert kiss, the talented tongue of the Potions master, worked its magic. Through a haze, he realized that Snape had managed to remove all of their clothing and that he was running his hands slowly up Lupin’s arms and around his shoulders. His touch was as light as his kiss, and as devastating to Lupin’s senses.
Breaking the kiss, Snape slid his hand down Lupin’s arm, closing his fingers over his wrist. Gently, he pulled Lupin toward the bed, then moving behind him, placed his hands on the taller wizard’s shoulders and lightly pressed down.
Lupin went rigid. Snape’s hands maintained their light pressure, their soft request for compliance. Lupin swallowed as his knees gave way and he sank to the thick rug. Leaning forward, he crossed his arms on the side of the bed and buried his face in them. His mind was screaming at him to resist, even as his body obeyed.
He had not allowed this for years – no, decades. Not since he had “graduated” to dominant status had he allowed another man to top him. Every month he had control of his body wrenched from him by the lycanthropy. Every month he was at the mercy of another force. Long ago, he had determined that no one else would ever have that control over him. And now Snape was asking for it. Asking for him to yield himself. Not demanding. Not insisting. Just a gentle request that Lupin could throw off with a shrug of his shoulder.
He didn’t.
Lupin buried his face deeper in his arms and trembled. He trembled in fear of giving up control, in fear of what was to come, but also in anticipation of having Snape inside him. His breaths came more quickly as Snape stroked his back, his hips, his thighs. He felt Snape’s body against his, Snape’s chest covering his back, the front of his thighs pressed against the back of Lupin’s own. Snape’s hands stroking his chest, his stomach, his thighs. Everywhere but Lupin’s aching cock.
“Say the word and I’ll stop.” The whisper was close to his ear.
Lupin gave one sharp shake of his head.
Snape’s knee nudged against the inside of Lupin’s thigh and he spread his legs wide to accommodate Snape’s shorter stature. Unbeknownst to Lupin, a small whimper escaped him as Snape stroked his cock against the crack in Lupin’s buttocks.
“It’s all right, Remus,” the deep voice whispered. “You’re safe with me.”
Lupin felt tears prick the backs of his eyes, and pressed them firmly into his arm.
What was wrong with him?
Snape straightened up but left one hand on Lupin’s back. Lupin heard him murmur something, then stiffened as Snape’s fingers, coated in a cool gel, touched that most personal of orifices. First one finger, then two, entered Lupin while Snape’s other hand gently caressed his back. Lupin tried to force his body to relax, but even though it was responding to Snape’s touch, the muscles remained stubbornly rigid. He felt Snape’s fingers leave him, and felt the head of Snape’s cock press gently against him.
“Still all right?” Although Snape’s voice was soft, Lupin could hear the undertone of desire vibrate through his words.
“Do it now.” Lupin’s words were muffled against the bed.
Snape leaned steadily into him, keeping his chest against Lupin’s back, his arms around his ribs. Holding him close, but not tightly. Not tight enough to insinuate mastery. Just tight enough to convey unity.
The head of Snape’s cock entered him and Lupin took a huge breath as a stab of hot pain shot through him. Snape lay still against his back, stroking Lupin’s belly lightly with one hand. When Lupin relaxed a fraction, Snape pressed into him a little further. Lupin grabbed a mouthful of quilt in his teeth to keep from crying out.
“Breathe, Remus.” The command was soft at his ear.
Suddenly realizing he was holding his breath, Lupin let the air out of his lungs in a rush. As he did, he felt his muscles relax. Snape must have felt it as well, and after withdrawing his cock to the head, he pressed forward again, burying himself completely inside Lupin.
Lupin let out a muffled yelp, but didn’t pull away. He could feel Snape trembling as the other man lay against his back.
Slowly at first, then with more assurance, Snape began moving inside him. The feel of Snape filling him, the friction of Snape’s chest against his back... Snape’s hand slid down, the long fingers wrapping themselves around his cock. Lupin groaned and pushed himself back into Snape’s thrusting hips.
Snape kept as much contact between their bodies as he could. When he shifted position slightly, his cock brushed over Lupin’s prostate. Lupin let out an inarticulate cry as he threw his head back, narrowly missing a collision with Snape’s nose. Lupin could feel the smile on Snape’s lips as he licked, then bit into his neck in a none-too-gentle manner. Snape continued to stroke over Lupin’s prostate with each thrust of his cock, and before long, Lupin was wondering, through a haze, who was making those mewling, whimpering noises. Surely, it wasn’t him?
Lupin’s heart was racing. He couldn’t see. His world was a rush and roar of sensation. Fear reached for him and he clutched at the bedclothes.
“Severus!”
“I’m here.” The trusted voice was in his ear as he came in a rush, the room spinning out of control.
He was vaguely aware of Snape’s hoarse cry as he came with Lupin, clutching him tightly to his chest.
Slowly, Lupin started noticing things. The smell of the quilt pressed against his cheek, the ticking of the clock on the mantle, the pain in his knees where they bore into the rug, the weight of the man lying on his back, the arms gently circling his ribs. He stirred and Snape lifted himself, sliding slowly out of his body. Lupin shivered as the air struck his sweaty back.
Snape tugged Lupin upright against his chest, set one foot flat on the floor, and in a singularly graceless move, tumbled them both up onto the bed. Lupin chuckled as they rolled free of each other and lay shoulder to shoulder on their backs.
“Oh, well done, Severus.”
Snape propped himself up on one elbow and glared at Lupin. “Are you mocking me? If you are, I’m leaving.”
Lupin reached out a finger and smoothed a strand of black hair away from Snape’s face. “And if I’m not, are you staying?”
Snape face softened slightly. “Is that what you want?” The question was tentative.
Lupin shoved Snape onto his back, rolled on top of him and one after the other, drew Snape’s hands over his head, crossing his wrists. He then lowered his own arms, lifting himself on his elbows so he could look down at Snape. Snape’s hands remained where Lupin had put them.
“I think the important question is, do you want to stay?” Lupin stroked a finger down Snape’s cheek. “If you stay, you must know that I can’t get into any kind of steady diet of pain. I know how it’s done, I will do my best to give you what you need from time to time, but it won’t be a lot. It’s just not me. I will not be bullied into it, nor will I allow you to go to anyone else for your needs.”
Snape gave a brief nod. “I believe I can live with that, but what about you?”
Lupin frowned. “What about me?”
“No more Greek boys for you?”
Lupin felt as though he’d been slapped. Snape had seen that image. He replied out of reflex. “I make the rules around here!”
Snape’s face closed like a slammed door. He shoved Lupin off him and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Forgive me.” He looked back to give Lupin a narrow-eyed stare. “I thought we were talking about a different kind of a relationship here.”
“Severus, wait. Severus!”
Lupin reached out and grabbed Snape’s wrist as he started to rise, pulling him back onto the bed. Snape turned sideways and glared at Lupin.
Lupin pulled himself to a sitting position.
“Look.” Lupin swallowed, trying for a tone that was neither pleading nor demanding. In his current mood, he didn’t think Snape would tolerate either.
Snape waited.
“I’m new at this.” Too whiny. “The kind of relationship I want with you, I’ve never had – never wanted – before.” Better. “I dare say, it’s new to you, too.” He saw Snape’s scowl waver a bit. He took a deep breath. “Will you work with me on this?” Good! He’d made it sound like a challenge and not as though he was begging. Although, he realized with a shock, if begging would have worked, he’d have done it. He became momentarily dizzy with the realization that there was nothing so important to him right now as keeping Snape from walking out that door.
Snape crossed his arms, but Lupin thought the scowl wasn’t quite as intense. The silence dragged on for a minute or more, and Lupin tried not to fidget.
“No more Greek boys?”
“No more. I swear...”
Snape cut him off. “Unless you share.”
“I... Wha... ?”
Snape continued to scowl. “Was he submissive?”
“I... He... Well, we didn’t really get to that, but I think the potential was there.” Lupin didn’t know whether to laugh or not.
“He spoke English?”
“Yes, he’s at university in London, but...”
Again Snape cut him off. “So you can find him?”
“Well, I...” Much to his annoyance, Lupin found himself flushing. “I don’t know his name.”
“Slut.” Snape’s voice was so soft, Lupin almost didn’t hear him. Almost.
“What?” He sputtered. “What did you call me?”
Snape’s scowl deepened still further. “You’re a whore, Remus Lupin.”
“I’m... what?” Lupin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Then he noticed the corner of Snape’s scowl twitch.
Bastard.
Reaching out, he snaked a hand around the back of Snape’s neck and pulled them both down into an untidy pile on the bed. He twisted his fingers into the long black hair and dragged the unresisting head towards his hips.
Knowing what was coming, Snape quickly flipped himself around to a more accommodating position.
“Suck!”
Snape’s softly spoken reply was almost lost as he wrapped Lupin’s cock in his warm, wet mouth.
“As you wish.”
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End of Part 2. Epilogue to follow.