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Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. No money is being made off of this.
Warning: Ever fun...slash. Male on male situations. Intense male on male situations. This includes torture, pain, and rape. Got that? Good.
Dedication: This is for...this is for all the fans of dark and twisted fan fiction. And especially for Soki, for reminding me how much I enjoy dark erotica.
Author's Note: It's been a while since I did a good torture scene. I'm going to be writing one soon, for a chapter of my fic "End of All Hope", but it's going to be much different then this. Not as detailed, and not sexual in the least. I needed to get this out of my system.
An explanation of just another reason Severus has some issues with Remus. :-) There may be a follow up, I don't know.
Knifes Edge
The blade of a knife. Such a simple, elegant, delicate thing. Slim, glittering, cold, nothing but a ancient tool that had survived the ages. Severus Snape observed the sharp edge critically, eyes dragging across the slightly curved silver. It struck him as odd, that in the modern world of magic, the most powerful tool his lord had ever given him was a simple knife. Dozens had fallen beneath in, writhing and crying in pain and agony. It was the granter of agony, pain, and eventually mercy.
And Severus was asked to use it once more.
"I need you to teach a rather insolent werewolf a lesson." That was all the Dark Lord had said, tossing Severus the knife that sat on his bedside table.
It wasn't even an elaborate knife. The handle was polished wood, unadorned. It was smooth and worn from being handled, but other then that perfectly unremarkable. Except when it was stained with blood.
Severus, despite having changed his alliances recently, could do nothing but follow his lords orders. His punishment, he supposed. Do as he had done before, simply report back to Dumbledore. Regardless of what the orders were, they were to be followed out.
This was why Severus was now standing, eyes intent on the knife blade rather then the half clothed man who was sitting calmly on a cot across the room from him.
"I always suspected you'd fallen in with this, you know."
"Please be quiet, Lupin."
Never in all his years of service had Severus ever thought he would be facing one of his old schoolmates across his blade. And he had once been rather fond of Lupin...
"You don't scare me, you know." Lupin's voice was still rather calm, and Severus' eyes flicked over the blade to watch his eyes. There was a hint of fear there, just beginning to blossom. Severus had made no move to assert any dominance, nor did he attempt to make his appearance frightening. Some of them did. His own black tunic and trousers were enough. And his knife.
"I don't care." Severus ran his finger over the knife, and dropped it to his side. "This isn't personal, Lupin, this is just business."
"And that makes me feel so much better." Lupin shook his head, dark blond hair falling over his eyes in a shaggy mop.
"Shut up." Severus crossed the room, grabbing Lupin's neck in his hand, tilting his head up to stare into his eyes. "You're going to behave, or this is going to go worse then it has to."
Why couldn't he have been an open spy? If Lupin knew, perhaps this would have been easier. Or perhaps it would have actually been harder. Severus pushed those thoughts aside, and focused on the task at hand. He turned Lupin's face this way and that, studying his bone structure. He really was quite ruggedly handsome.
"What are you doing?" Lupin asked, politely.
"Trying to decide if I want to torture you before or after I rape you." Severus said rather calmly. He felt Lupin tense in his grip, and his lips quirked up in a bit of a smile. "Do you have a preference?"
"Er...after?" Lupin said, obviously trying to remain calm throughout the ordeal.
"As you wish." Severus set the knife aside, and brought his lips down over Lupin's in a rather savage kiss. This was not going to be a tender love making session. It was brutal rape, and that was all there was to it. Severus forced Lupin's lips open with his tongue, plunging it into the werewolf's mouth. He tasted of herbs and tea. And the strangest thing was, Lupin was kissing him back!
"What are you doing?" Severus demanded, pulling back.
"I am going to *try* an enjoy the situation." Lupin shrugged. "What else can I do?"
Severus glared, somehow irritated by the werewolf's complacence. That wasn't how this sort of thing was supposed to go. sla slapped Lupin quickly across the face, hard. The werewolf flinched, hand going up to rub the red mark on his cheek.
"This is not something to be enjoyed!" Severus grabbed a handful of Lupin's hair and shoved him roughly down onto the cot. How could he be so calm, cheeky even? Didn't he have any idea what Severus was capable of doing to him? Was *planning* on doing to him? Deciding to not honor Lupin's request, he forced the werewolf onto his stomach and grabbed the knife. He pressed the flat of the blade against his shoulder blades, and heard double hiss-as the knife hit flesh, and as Lupin sucked in a quick breath.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Severus snapped, dragging the wide part of the blade down Lupin's back. The flesh beneath it sizzled and burnt, leaving wide pink marks in the knife's wake. Lupin was whimpering quietly, straining away from the painful silver. That was more like it. Severus removed the knife, leaning low to lick at the smooth, burnt skin. He ran his tongue along the raw wounds, before sinking his teeth into the base of the werewolf's neck.
He raked his nails down Lupin's back, again and again, until blood welled up from the ragged scratches. He could see the trace work of a large scar down on Lupin's side. He was half tempted to reopen the wound, but decided against it. It seemed almost sacrilegious. Instead he balled his hand into a fist and brought it down hard onto the small of Lupin's back. Again and again, as though he were using a fighter's training bag.
"Stop this..." Lupin finally choked out, and Severus just laughed. Old habits died hard, it seemed. Regardless of his new allegiance to Dumbledore, he still enjoyed causing pain. And the sight of Remus Lupin's broad, bare and wounded back was beginning to arouse him.
"But I'm having too much fun." Severus whispered, leaning over his victim. "And I'm sure there's some dark part of you that's enjoying this as well..."
"No." Lupin snapped, twisting and attempting to throw Severus off of him. The werewolf caught him by surprise, and Severus fell to the floor. He caught himself, pushing himself roughly to his feet.
"That was a very bad idea, Lupin." Severus lowered his head, black eyes glittering dangerously. He grabbed Lupin's hair again, pulling him close. "But I have to say, I enjoy your fire."
"Sod. Off." Lupin snarled, and Severus tightened his grip in Lupin's hair. He licked at Lupin's lips, caressing them with his tongue before taking the werewolf's lower lip between his teeth. He ran his tongue over the curve of flesh, teasing it, then biting it harshly. Blood welled up, blossoming into Severus' mouth. He sucked hard at it, drawing the coppery liquid into his mouth.
"You were saying?" Severus asked, pulling back and licking his lips. There was anger and hatred in Lupin's eyes now, and that was far worse then fear.
"Sod off." Lupin repeated. Severus nodded, and threw Lupin back down onto the bed.
"I'm growing rather tired of this." He said, tearing Lupin's pants from his body. The werewolf was naked beneath, and Severus took a moment to savor the sight. It was certainly a pleasant one. Remus Lupin, stretched out on his stomach, spread and waiting for him.
"Severus..." Lupin turned his head, eyes pleading. "Please. You don't have to do this..."
"I do Lupin." Severus' face softened, and he sat down on the cot next to Lupin. "I am sorry, but I do have to do this." He stroked Lupin's hair. It was surprisingly soft and thick. He stood, unfastening his pants to release his erection. He laid out over Lupin, teeth finding the junction of shoulder and neck. The flesh there was very soft and tender, and he felt his teeth sink beneath the skin. Lupin jerked beneath him, and Severus chuckled.
//I *am* sorry, Remus.// He licked the wound, feeling blood on his lips. His shaft nudged Lupin's thigh, and he maneuvered himself between the werewolf's legs. He hoped to whatever gods were listening that Lupin wasn't a virgin, but as he pressed forward he found his prayers were not answered. He cursed as he felt himself coated in Lupin's virgin blood. The werewolf under im bucked, yelping as he was penetrated. Severus gritted his teeth and pushed forward, burying himself to the hilt in Lupin's tight warmth. He *was* going easy on the other man, though he doubted that knowing that would help Lupin any.
He tried to make it as quick as possible. Severus pounded himself in and out of Lupin quickly, urging himself on to a quick orgasm. He felt Lupin trembling as he climaxed, pulling out immediately. He rolled over, sweating lightly.
"Resting before you finish the job?" Lupin snapped, voice bitter and sharp.
"No, Lupin." Severus shook his head. He couldn't kill Lupin. Regardless of what had passed between them in school, Severus could not kill him. "We're done."
"Voldemort said I was going to be killed." Lupin challenged, turning over onto his side.
"Well, you were given some misinformation." Severus said, raking his own hair out of his eyes.
"Will he kill you, if you don't?"
"Now is not the time for inane questions." Severus sat up, his heart still racing. He hated himself now, for enjoying what he had done. But he had no control over his body's reactions.
"Just wondering." Lupin shivered, and Severus covered him with the blanket that was laying over the cot.
"You'll catch cold." He said idly, brushing a bit of Lupin's hair out of his face. He was bruised where he had been hit.
"That doesn't matter much anymore, does it?" Lupin sighed, wincing as he tried to get comfortable.
"I could have done far worse." Severus reminded him gently.
"I feel so lucky." Lupin glared for a moment, before his eyes softened. "I'm sorry. This...I doubt this is easy for you."
"It comes and goes." He admitted, honestly. "But..."
"But?" Lupin cocked his head. Tried rather.
"Never mind." Severus didn't feel like telling Lupin that he still had a lingering fondness for him, left over from their school days. And that that fondness stopped him from killing him, or breaking him. The wounds he had sustained would heal, with time. If he lived to get out.
"So what now?" Lupin asked, pulling the blanket tightly about him.
"Now I figure out how the hell to get you out of here."
"You're going to let me go?" Lupin asked, struggling to sit up.
"Yes." Severus shook his head. "Though Merlin knows *why*."
"Don't put yourself in any danger on my account..." Lupin said, his entire demeanor changed.
"Fine. Hit me over the head and make a break for it. If you think you're strong enough." Severus sighed, wishing he were a stronger man. A stronger man would have been able to do the job. Instead he was putting himself-and his position-in danger. And for what? Some quick talking werewolf with pretty gold eyes.
A knife was so simple, and life was the opposite. There was no black or white, no right or wrong. Severus was forced to wade through it all himself, to sift through the choices and pick and choose. Under Voldemort it was far more simple. Under Voldemort, all he had was the knife.
"I am." Lupin nodded. "May I have my pants?"
"Oh, fine!" Severus tossed the pants to Lupin, and turned away. "Take your chance...before I change my mind." He folded his arms, closing his eyes and cursing himself, Lupin, Dumbledore, and anyone else he could think of. He felt a pair of rather strong arms go around him, and realized Lupin was hugging him.
"Thank you." The werewolf whispered, before tightening his hands around Severus' neck. The Death Eater felt himself growing weak, and then there was nothing...
***
"...a werewolf...my own fault..."
Severus was slowly regaining consciousness. He opened his eyes, head pounding. He was having trouble thinking.
"Severus." A soft voice, and he felt himself being lifted up to a sitting position. "Good, you're up."
"My lord?" He blinked slowly, the light hurting his eyes.
"Be still." Voldemort commanded him. "You're being checked for internal injuries..."
"What happened?" Lupin. He had let Lupin go. They were going to kill him...
"The werewolf nearly killed you." Voldemort said, kneeling next to Severus and taking his hand in his. "I do apologize...had I realized he was that dangerous I never would have allowed you to be alone with him."
"Did you...get him?" Severus asked, hoping he sounded angry and eager.
"Not yet." Voldemort said. "But we will. And you will have your chance at revenge."
"Good." Severus leaned back, aware of something behind him. Lupin had escaped. And he was not being held accountable. In fact, it seemed to have earned him some sympathy. He only hoped that he never saw Remus Lupin again in his life.
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