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A Game of Wolves	By : TheLadyFeylene Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Game of Wolves
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Disclaimer: No HP characters belong to me. This is not for profit.
Warning: Rape. Slash. NC-17. Men forcing other men. You've been warned. Multiple times. Non consensual relations between two men.
Dedication: This is for all those fans of Dominant Remus.
Author's Note: Yeah, so today was a bit of a dark day. I haven't had those in a while. This is the twisted product of a bad day at work. I read quite a few fics that have Severus raping Remus, but never the other way around...
A Game of Wolves
There is madness in the mind of a beast. I forget where I read that. There is madness in the mind of a beast. I suppose, to some extent, it's true. But who can deem what's madness and what's not? I certainly don't consider myself mad. Of course, I don't consider myself a beast either. Well, not most of the time. Only once a month, and that's really not my fault. And at this point, I'm hardly a beast. More a lap dog then anything.
There is certainly turmoil in my mind. I sometimes feel I am a dual personality, always fighting with myself. Do I give in to my more base, carnal desires? Or do I bury them deep, deny them? But that would be denying part of myself...
It's always like this. I am *angry*. I am very upset, though one would hardly be able to tell that by looking at me. I have learned early on to hide my emotions. It's far easier that way.
Why am I so upset? Severus Snape. If it were not for him, I would not be forced to leave Hogwarts. He has gone out of his way to aggravate me all year, and now he has gone further then ever before. I have extended a hand of friendship to him time and time again, and he has denied it. Though not entirely.
He is a complex man. One moment sitting and speaking with me, treating me as an old friend. The next, cold and aloof, and once in a while teasing, flirting, touching my arm intimately as though we were lovers. He led me on, and fool that I was, I fell for it.
Now I am well aware that he had no interest in me. He thinks of me an animal, a beast.spitspite what I have done to prove him otherwise, he will think as he wishes.
This of course, begs the question. If he believes I am a beast, regardless of the truth, what would it hurt to give into those urges? I cannot change his mind, but I can change my manners. For a bit, at least. I have a good few hours before I must leave, and I know exactly where he is.
They think me mild, meek. I am, for the most part. But I have my moments. And I believe I feel one coming on...
It isn't far to his rooms. No doubt he's gloating, pleased with his job of displacing me. If it wouldn't cause such a stir, I would stay on, simply to spite him. But I will get my revenge in other ways.
I do not knock. I've caught him by surprise. He is pacing, a parchment in his hand. He looks up, startled, black eyes flashing as he sees me.
"Ah, Lupin...i thought you would be on the train by now..." His voice is deadly, mocking. I smile, closing the door behind me.
"Not yet." I shake my head. He truly is a sight for sore eyes. So lean and elegant, a true gothic beauty. "I have a few things I need to take care of first."
"Well I suggest you run along then..." He waves his hand, to shoo me away. I smile again, wishing he was a bit put off by my presence.
"Well, actually, you're one of the things I need to take care of." My grin widens, and I show my teeth. He takes a small step back, and is watching me warily now. He remembers. He's seen me, in my wolf form. He knows I am dangerous.
"Lupin, what are you playing at?"
"Nothing you haven't already." I narrow my eyes at him, advancing slowly. "You enjoyed it, didn't you? Leading me on the way you did...teasing me, toying with me...didn't you realize you were playing with fire?"
"Lupin, stop this." Yes, he is very frightened. Now he knows, now he regrets. It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt...
"No." I shake my head, wishing I were taller then him. Hopefully I am imposing enough.
"You would not dare raise a finger to me on school grounds..."
"Are you so certain?" I am quite close to him now, and he has begun backing up. "I'm nothing but a deranged beast, remember? Just an animal? What do I care for rules and consequences?"
"Oh shut up Lupin. You and I both know that isn't true..." He can back up no further. He is against the wall, and I am blocking whatever other path of retreat he may take.
"No." I shake my head, breathing in his scent deeply. He is afraid. I want him afraid. I know Dumbledore spoke to him, but it was nothing more then a light chastise. He must be punished. And it has been a long year, I am at the end of my rope.
"Lupin...if you kill me..."
"Oh honestly..." I throw my head back and laugh. "I'm not here to kill you Severus. I have no desire to do that."
"Then what is it, exactly, you are here for?" He is less afraid now. Some of that ever arousing bite is back in his voice.
"I'm here to get what you've been promising me all year..." I lean in close, my tongue darting out to drag sensually along his ear. I feel him shudder beneath me, but his fear scent skyrockets.
"Get off of me, Lupin."
"No." I nuzzle his neck, nipping gently with my teeth. I am highly aroused, and I press myself against his thigh. He shudders, and tuns his face away. But I can tell he is aroused. Under the fear and loathing, there is arousal.
"You won't get away with this..."
"So you'll admit to this?" I ask, dragging my tongue along the smooth column of his neck. "You'll admit to being taken advantage of?"
"I...you..." He stutters, body rigid. He won't. His pride will not allow it.
"Just be quiet." I press him to the wall, pinning him with my body. A small part of me feels some guilt...but most of me does not. I will not hurt him, and a part of him desires this.
"And if I don't?" He snaps the words, and it fuels me further. I pull away slightly, ripping at the buttons of his robes. My hiss, fingers falling away as though burnt. He smiles, and laughs at me. Silver. "Foolish wolf." He shakes his head, black eyes flashing. I glare at him, teeth clenched together. My fingers hurt. Badly.
"Bastard." I mutter, clutching at my wounded fingers.
"Mmm. I apologize for foiling your attempts to rape me." He smiles snidely at me, and leers down his nose at me. I growl, deep in my throat. I fling myself at him, but he easily sidesteps, kicking me aside. I fall to the floor, still clutching my fingers.
"If you're that sorry, maybe you could help..." I retaliate. Severus tilts his head at me, and begins to casually unbutton his robes. I narrow my eyes, but hungrily now. He is teasing me again. He should be careful. It is a game now. It has always been a game. Ever since we were children, it has been a game. It has simply been taken to another level now.
"Do you like what you see?" His voice is a deadly hiss. I do, however, enjoy what I am seeing. He slips his robes off of his shoulders. He is smooth and pale, and fit in his age. My fingers no longer hurt, but I do not let on. He tosses his robes aside casually, dressed only in a pair of loose fitting black cotton pants. He crosses his arms, staring at me haughtily.
"Giving up so soon?" He taunts, nudging me with his foot. I grunt, and curl away. I am feigning my weakness. He scoffs, and nudges me harder. I strike, grabbing his ankle and pulling him down with me. He grunts, and lands hard on his back. I crawl on top of him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them over his head.
"No." I say, grinning. He glares, lips pressed into a thin line. He thought he had escaped unscathed.
"Stop this childish nonsense..."
"Not until I get what I want. What you offered me..."
"I never offered you anything...."
"You hinted."
"I did not."
"Shut up." I lower my lips to his neck, sucking at the tender flesh there. He is tense and unmoving beneath me, and I know he is ashamed. That is enough for me. I move downwards, licking along down his flat stomach to the line of his pants. I-carefully-unfasten them with my teeth. I make sure neither my lips nor my tongue touch any of the silver. I drag them down with my teeth, nipping at his inner thighs as I do.
"Lupin..." But I believe he knows his protests are useless at this point. He is now naked beneath me, and that is exactly how I like it. He looks away from me as I sit back and admire him. I wonder if he is shamed because of my scrutiny, or because he is partially aroused by this situation.
"Shh." I say, moving back up along his body to press my lips quickly against his. "Just enjoy this..."
I kiss him again, deeper this time. I push his lips apart with my tongue, forcing entry to his mouth. He will deny me nothing. It is the least he can do, after all he has done to me. Perhaps he knows this, because he does not fight me. I grind against him, my straining erection pressing against his feeble one.
"You *are* going to enjoy this." I frown, moving downwards again. I can't break him, I'm not trying. I simply want power over him, for a moment or two. I lick at his shaft, teasing it to fullness. My eyes flick up to meet his, but he has turned his head away. He is fully aroused, and I sigh contentedly.
"I have thought about this, you know." I lie next to him, slipping out of my own clothes. "I've dreamed about you..."
"Just shut up and get it over with." He snaps, flicking his eyes to mine for a moment.
"Come now..." I stretch out beside him, trailing my finger down his chest. "Don't sound so sullen."
"I am being forced. I hardly imagine myself sounding cheerful."
"Droll to the end." I take his erection in hand, stroking gently. "You're not a virgin, are you?"
"And if I am?" His voice is almost challenging. This was something I have not thought of. I am upset and spiteful, but I'm not a monster.
"All the more reason to savor this, then." I say, bluffing completely.
"I'm not." He says, and I smile. Thank goodness for that. My own passion is making it hard for me to think. I roll over on top of him, arranging myself between his thighs. I have a moment of doubt as I stare down at him. I sniff again, assuring myself that he is aroused. He is. I position myself, pressing against his tight entrance. I am very rarely the conqueror, and I wish to enjoy th I c I can feel him tensing already, his body attempting to force me out before I have even entered him.
I press forward, and encounter quite a bit of resistance. I grit my teeth, pushing myself in further. There is enough slickness from my arousal and my attentions to ease my way, but there is far more resistance then there should be. And Severus is breathing with difficulty...
"You said you weren't a virgin!" My voice is alarmed as I pull out, staring at him in shock and anger.
"I didn't want to give you the satisfaction." He pulls away now, drawing back from me suddenly.
"Severus..." I sigh, settling back on my heels. "I wouldn't have...oh, damn you!" Now I'm more angry then before.
"Going soft, are we?" He raises an eyebrow at me, as defiant as ever.
"No. I was never that hard." I shake my head, feeling stupid and petty.
"You could never do anything right." Severus rises, grabbing his robes and pulling them about himself.
"Yes, I'll be forever ashamed that I can't rape someone properly. Woe is me."
"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it." Severus offers his hand to me, helping me up. It's as though we've come to some form of understanding. "And cover yourself up...you're going to put someone's eye out."
"Oh please." I tilt my head at him, searching his eyes. He's impassive, cold. As always.
"You got what you wanted Lupin. Now get out."
"To be honest, I *didn't* get what I wanted..." I point out, lips curling up in a smile.
"Oh for the love of....fine." Severus clenches his teeth before dropping to his knees, and wrapping his lips around my erection. I curl my fingers in his hair, mind blissfully empty as he brings me to a mind shattering climax with his lips and tongue.
"Severus!" I am at a loss for words. What possessed him to do that?
"We're even now, Lupin." He stands, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. I could pounce on him again, but I hold myself back. We're even. He got what he wanted, and I got...a pale shadow of what I wanted, but it's enough.
"I suppose." I pull on my clothes, hastily. "And this stays between us."
"That goes without saying." He nods, looking at me oddly. He is appraising me, almost. I offer a small smile, wondering at what goes on behind those eyes. He is a complicated man, that goes without saying. Has this had any affect on him, or has he moved past it already? I can't tell. And I suppose I'll never know.
"Goodbye, Lupin." He turns his back to me, and I could discern his feelings from his scent, but I won't. He does not want to share, and I will not ignore that.
"Goodbye Severus." I open the door, letting myself out. He looks the same as he did when I first entered. He is already picking up his book, ignoring me. I sigh. I think perhaps he was right. I did not have the strength to do what it would truly have taken. He has won, again. Even in this situation, when I had him trapped beneath me, he was in control.
It isn't over. This little game will go on. I simply have to wait for the next chance to make my move...
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