Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

You Will Not Kiss Me	By : Prosperosdaughter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 22836 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: JK Rowling & her associates own the Harry Potter universe and I make no money from my stories.

Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Chapter 11: Instincts of the Werewolf

Lupin once again took to sleeping in Snape's quarters at night, always arriving sometime after dinner. Each morning, Snape would renew the Thrall with Lupin. It was always slow and exquisite, and, whilst the moon waned, it was more than sufficient to satisfy both men.

But neither was surprised when the moon started to wax that their more physically expressive passions became inflamed again, as they had before. The early mornings belonged to Snape, but the nights belonged to Lupin, whose physical passion seemed to increase in intensity with each passing night. As the moon became fuller, Lupin became more insistent and demanding in his love-making. Snape found it more exciting each time that Lupin would push them both further so ultimately their release when it came would always be fierce and triumphant. Snape had never slept so easily as he did during this time – physically exhausted, sore, but sated and calm. He had never felt better in his mind nor stronger in his body.

When their evenings were free (they had finished their marking and there were no Anti-Dementor lessons or, more often than not, in Snape's case, detentions), they continued their ongoing private research. The newly-acquired books made for grim reading, layering complexities on the enchantment due to the caster being unknown.

It gave neither of them pleasure to discover that a third wizard or witch would be required to unravel the Thrall as a third had woven it. There was no question that they knew wizards and witches powerful enough, but to have them know of this or ask them to participate in such Dark magic was unthinkable. For the time being, at least. They still had much work to do drawing up the counter-casting and ritual.

They each took turns to read the rather fulsome chapter on punishments under the Thrall. Snape thought they had known the worst of it from the other book: that Lupin would be unwell and sleepless if he ignored Snape's call, and that his transformations could be made more painful (and conversely less painful if the Thrall were fulfilled). He was horrified to read that many casters built in pain boundaries to their Thralls so that the object would suffer pain in direct parallel with their master's pain (or pleasure, if that was so cast), anger, disappointment or any agitated state or just his whim. The pain would take any form the caster chose, magical, physical or mental.

They could not know of the extent of the Thrall's punishment boundaries because the caster's intent was not known. The only way they would find out what the boundaries were would be if they pushed at them. This enchantment really was the work of a malevolent mind.

"How are we going to deal with that temper of yours, Severus?" Lupin asked lightly, but Snape saw his face was drawn and knew how vulnerable he must feel having his personal safety in every respect in Snape's control. Snape found he was rather stuck for words. He had done his best since discovering he had drained Lupin's magic to demonstrate to Lupin that he would not abuse the Thrall.

But he was temperamental; he knew it. He only kept that temper bottled in when he Occluded his mind. Perhaps he should do that more often, or at least make himself do it when he could feel himself agitated. It seemed so remote at the moment anyway – as far as Lupin's part in his life was concerned, he had never been more relaxed or fulfilled. Snape's only discontent was the threat the Thrall posed to them, although it was with sadness that he acknowledged its existence had enabled them to be together.

It was the day before the full moon, they had agreed Snape would ward Lupin's quarters tonight after Lupin retired to bed keeping Lupin inside as a safety measure. Neither Snape nor Lupin had any doubt the wolf would be furious and therefore dangerous. Tonight, Snape went to Lupin's chambers after dinner and, rather than study the books this night, they played chess instead. Lupin hadn't eaten much at dinner, Snape noticed, and he looked pale, although better than last month.

Towards the end of the night, they sat together on the floor in front of the sofa, kissing, but Snape did not take Lupin to bed, although he very much wanted to. They kissed searchingly and passionately, their hands wandering under each other's shirts gently. Then unexpectedly, Lupin bit Snape's bottom lip hard. Snape's eyes sprang open and he saw a shift from orange to blue. Both he and Lupin sprang away from each other. Snape's whisked out his wand, but Lupin did not. He just looked stunned, holding his own hand to his mouth as if he had been bitten. At Lupin's insistence, Snape left, taking Lupin's wand, and warded Lupin inside and walked to his own quarters for the night.

The werewolf had made himself known even earlier than before. Snape would have to deal with the wolf now.

The next morning, the day of the full moon, Snape strode to Lupin's quarters. He wore no outer robe over his trousers and shirt, nor a cravat and his hair was tied back. If it came to duelling the werewolf, he must be free to move. His chances against the werewolf were good. Lupin had surrendered his wand to him last night, although Snape knew Lupin's wandless magic was strong. Unfortunately, he suspected Lupin's safety would be more his concern than the werewolf's so, in this, the werewolf had the advantage of him.

He let himself in, then sealed Lupin's chambers with a complex casting to ensure only he could leave the room this day. He placed the sealed flask of Wolfsbane Potion by the fireplace.

Snape then placed a chair face to Lupin's bedroom, sat upright in it, his wand held loosely and confidently, and waited for the werewolf to wake and appear.

He saw the werewolf's shadow appear at the bedroom door, the man followed. The wolfman relaxed against the door frame in his trousers only, insolently regarding Snape. Not eight hours had passed since Snape had seen Lupin and yet the change to his appearance was startling. As before, the face had become mean and spiteful, the eyes were orange and slitted, the mouth was cruel. Snape noted the swollen lip that matched his own from the bite.

The wolfman smiled broadly. It was an ugly, malicious smile. Snape noted slightly longer than normal incisors. And didn't his front teeth look somewhat sharper? A small shudder took him remembering how those teeth had torn his neck and back.

"Well, well, Severus. You're here very early. Is this so I can play for longer today?" his rough voice taunted. "Did you like the way I screwed you Severus? Does it make you wish your playmate was more like his wolf? Or are you here so I can fuck your scrawny arse harder still?" he growled, and laughed raggedly, as he moved into the small sitting room, not more than a couple of strides away from where Snape was sitting.

Snape remained still, eyes narrowed and glittering, watching him like a hawk, poised himself to strike. The werewolf's foul-mouthed taunts didn't worry him. He'd heard worse when he was younger, but he didn't like it hearing it from Lupin's mouth. Lupin was passionate, but he was not coarse. But Snape knew he mustn't lose control and he mustn't misjudge anything he did now. He could hurt Lupin and be hurt himself if he allowed it to get out of control. He needed to get the werewolf under control.

"No, I don't think so," Snape said, so quietly that the werewolf had to strain to hear. "I won't let you touch me again."

"Every time he touches you, I touch you, you imbecile!" the werewolf roared. "Do you think I ever truly leave his mind?"

"I've shared Remus's mind," Snape purred, knowing this would incense the werewolf. "You never share it. This is all you for this short time."

The harsh smile left the werewolf's face suddenly. "I should have ripped out your throat whilst you slept, rather than playing with you, you filthy queer," he snarled. "Now you've fucked him, I can't kill you because it'll kill him, but it won't stop me beating you to a pulp."

The werewolf launched himself at Snape, just managing to punch him hard in the jaw with an outstretched fist, as Snape cried, "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"

The werewolf's limbs snapped together and he fell sideways but Snape caught him, keeping himself well away from the werewolf's jaws, and levitated him to the sofa. Heavy rope sprang from his wand and he bound the werewolf where he had laid him. Just as he finished the hefty bindings, the body bind failed and the werewolf tried to thrash against the physical bindings, but they did not break.

"I knew I would not be able to hold you in a body bind," Snape said as he checked the knots once more. "You are werewolf today and as a magical creature have some imperviousness to certain charms. But not all. Do not think I will not defend myself, wolf," he hissed into the werewolf's ear.

Snape sat in the chair again, his heart racing and his adrenaline pumping and his blood coursing through his veins. He watched the werewolf strain at his bindings.

"Why will it kill Remus if you kill me?" Snape demanded curtly.

"Your perverted spell. You've joined his magical core to yours. You've enslaved him. If I'd killed you before you fucked him, we would have been free." He spat on the floor in disgust. "If he hadn't been unnatural in the first place, he would not have been subjugated by you."

"It's a bit rich to call us unnatural given how you reamed me out, wolf," Snape snarled, baring his teeth, as he leant forward and pressed his wand menacingly against the werewolf's throat.

"All sex is dominance and it is power to me. You're both dirty perverts, but until this, at least he respected the wolf's dominance, if nothing else. If he is suffering now, it is his own filthy fault. I underestimated you. I failed to break you and you perfected the Dark curse and now he is bound to you."

"How do you know it is a Dark curse?" Snape spat out.

"Ha!" the werewolf barked. "Why would I not recognise a Dark curse? I am a Dark curse! I am an Accursed thing," the werewolf shouted. "I should have killed you as you slept. No-one would have suspected him. He is so weak," he muttered almost to himself.

The werewolf shuffled around to look at Snape straight on. "How long do you think it will take for you to kill him? How long will you be able to stop yourself draining his core to feed your own?"

Snape's mouth was thin. "It's only happened once. We didn't know. We won't let it happen again."

"There's no "we" in this! You've drained him more than once already!" the werewolf yelled at him. Snape's mind was in turmoil. That couldn't be! "Your body will take from him any time it wants and it's been helping itself rather freely!" the werewolf snarled. "Every time you drain his magical core, he'll become weaker. Eventually, you will drain him dry. He'll be no better than a Squib or a Muggle," he ground out. "He won't survive his first few transformations with no magical core to help him heal. You fucked your playmate and sentenced him to death, Severus," the werewolf hissed, and emphasised his name with as much malice as he could muster.

"You lie," Snape spat and pushed the wand further into his neck, the wand sparking and burning the skin. The werewolf snorted with laughter.

Remus, it will be Remus you hurt! Snape's mind shouted to him. Snape pulled his wand away, blowing out air from his lungs viciously, and stood to cast his diagnosing spell over the werewolf's body and then over his own. His own core was augmented and Lupin's was depleted. Not massively, but noticeably. His eyes widened in shock. He had no idea how or when that had happened.

The werewolf chuckled from his prone position. "You don't even know you're killing him, you incompetent bastard!"

Snape stood stock still, glaring at the werewolf for some time calculating what he could do with that information, then he allowed a supercilious sneer to settle onto his features and he leant forward, one hand on one knee, wand still at the ready in the other. "Do you know how we equalise our cores, wolf? What I do to Remus to restore his core to him?" he purred slowly into the werewolf's ear. "I fuck him slowly until we come together and he cries out my name, wolf. My name!" he whispered hoarsely.

The werewolf jerked away, his eyes wild. "You will not touch me! You will not! I will kill you!" he roared with fury.

"And kill yourself?" Snape said silkily and raised an eyebrow, his head tilted, enjoying the wolf's palpable horror.

"How will you explain that to your queer boyfriend then, Severus, that you took him by force! Do you think he will ever forgive you?" the werewolf spluttered, panicking now.

"But I won't be forcing Remus. He wants me to do it." He moved to the head of the werewolf now, checking his bindings, tensing himself for the escape attempt that must soon follow but finding himself feeling strong, aggressive and ready for the fight. "He enjoys it. He asks me for it every morning. That is why you need it now, wolf. I haven't had you this morning." He leant over the werewolf's face and looked into its orange eyes, his own mask of cruelty set in place. "You need to take it like a man!" he breathed into the werewolf's mouth, smiling a tight smile that didn't touch his eyes. "Unless, of course, you want to crawl away until moonrise and let Remus go. You shouldn't be here today. It's not your time," Snape scowled.

"I'm here to try to preserve him. It's self-preservation," The werewolf was panting with panic and struggling violently. "Do not do this."

Severus stood suddenly, feeling a rise in magic emanating from the werewolf. He steadied his stance, and cast a shield charm in the same instant that a huge pulse of magic punched out from the werewolf's core to try to overpower him. Snape did not fall, but cried, "STUPEFY!" and the werewolf fell prone once more.

Snape knew it would not last, and quickly levitated the werewolf to a kneeling position, bent forwards over the sofa, removed his trousers and re-bound him securely as well as securing the bonds to the sofa so the werewolf's movement would be limited, but ensuring no ropes obscured Lupin's chest. He quickly cast the diagnosis charm and saw the Lupin's core was now severely depleted following that outburst of wandless magic. He would have to take him soon.

He leant over the werewolf's shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry, Remus. Please forgive me." He hoped the threat of intercourse would be enough to drive the werewolf back. He hoped so, because he intended to take Lupin, no matter what, because Lupin needed his magical core for the transformation.

"Rennervate," he cast to the werewolf.

The orange eyes opened, and looked around wildly, seeing the position in which he had been placed and was under no illusion what Snape meant to do.

The werewolf started to yell, "Oh you foul, fucking pansy-arsed ..."

"Langlock," Snape cast dismissively as he removed his clothes and then moved onto his knees behind the werewolf. The werewolf tried in vain to struggle against the binding, making guttural noises.

Remus will know I need to do this... he'll know. Merlin forgive me. He'll know I have to, Snape kept telling himself. He ran his hand across Lupin's backside, and the werewolf flinched away as far as he was able. Snape would have to be more robust. He cast a lubrication spell, and the werewolf flinched again and started to struggle as violently as he could. Snape worked his fingers against Lupin's opening to try to stretch him. He didn't want to hurt him if he didn't have to, although the violent struggles of the werewolf didn't help this. Snape wanted to immobilise the werewolf, but he had to calculate the time for this, because the charm would not last long before the werewolf would shake it off.

Snape knew that there was a dark part of him that was utterly turned on by the thought of screwing the bound wolf that had brutalised him, that wanted to let his anger and vengeance overwhelm him and then take the wolf as violently as the wolf had taken him, but he kept reminding himself it was Lupin's body and Lupin who would feel the pain of any damage done as well as damage that might be inflicted by Snape's anger under the Thrall. He had to tread a fine line to pull this off. He could not let his own temper get the better of them both.

He grasped Lupin's hips hard and lined up his cock to Lupin's opening and started to push in, not too hard, but firmly so the werewolf's struggles would not push him out. The werewolf struggled as hard as it could, still uttering its tongue-tied outrage, but Snape pushed all the way in and then stopped to catch his own breath. He thrust in Lupin roughly several times, then felt the werewolf shudder violently and then relax totally.

Snape stopped and leant forward, hoping he had not miscalculated. Lupin turned his head to look at Snape. His eyes were blue. "Remus!" Snape whispered and kissed the side of his face. Snape muttered the counter-charm so Lupin could speak and was about to undo the bindings when Lupin said breathlessly, "Leave them. He could return at any time if he thinks you're unprotected. Please finish Severus, please. I need you to."

Snape kissed Lupin's face once more, and then he pressed his chest to Lupin's back, and moved his left hand to Lupin's heart as he started to chant Remus's name and gently this time thrust deeply into Lupin who pushed back to receive him as well as he could, being bound. Snape managed to free Lupin's own erection so he could stroke this with his other hand. Without the wolf, it became its usual slow and exquisite dance of controlled passion, bringing them both on until they cried out and culminating in its vortex of ecstasy. As it ebbed, Snape wished that Lupin was not bound so that they could enjoy its afterglow together.

He brushed aside Lupin's hair to kiss him and then apologised and Stunned him once more. Once Stunned, Snape unbound him, re-clothed and cleansed them both and sat Lupin back on the sofa and then re-bound his hands and arms.

Snape sat back in the chair he occupied previously, drew a hand over his face and then Summoned a pitcher of water and two glasses and then brought Lupin round again.

It was still Lupin. Snape smiled apologetically brought him over a glass of water, and Lupin drank greedily when Snape brought it to his lips.

"Do you think he'll be back before moonrise?" Snape asked quietly, unhappy to have Lupin bound so uncomfortably by him.

"I think," Lupin chuckled, with a wan smile playing over his lips "if you keep threatening to shag his dominant backside every time he moves, he may well stay away."

Snape smirked and gave a short laugh.

"How did you know that would work?" Lupin asked.

"I didn't even think of it until he said I was draining you. I was going to try some mind binding through legilimency. As soon as he said that though, it made sense, especially as your wolf appears to be highly disturbed by your lifestyle choices," Snape smiled his tight smile and Lupin laughed. "I'm sorry I did it like that, Remus," he said, indicating the ropes.

"I don't think it could be helped. I didn't realise that my core was draining so often. But I suppose the wolf did. He said it was self-preservation, didn't he? Perhaps that's why he's been so strong these past months. He's trying to preserve the vessel that gives him existence. If we take better care, perhaps we can bind him back to the moon." Snape nodded and gave him more water.

"I need to check on your core more regularly, see when and why I tap into it. I wasn't aware that I had. We'll need to check that in the books as well." Snape shook his head as they seemed to know so little. "Do you want anything to eat?" Snape asked.

Lupin shook his head. "The water's enough for now. You need to go soon and have something to eat yourself. You don't need to stay until moonrise."

"I'll stay with you for a while yet," Snape said and then got up and brought over the Wolfsbane Potion. Lupin muttered under his breath about the foulness of it, and drank it down, grimacing slightly and asked for more water.

Snape settled himself next to Lupin on the sofa and moved Lupin over to lie on his chest and held his hand to his heart and chanted to fortify him further. After, Lupin raised his chin up so he could kiss Snape and they kissed deeply and vigorously, even in this awkward position.

An hour before moonrise, Snape released Lupin's fetters and checked he had not hurt him with them, whilst keeping Lupin under wandpoint at Lupin's insistence. There were small burns to Lupin's neck which Snape healed and a few bruises on his hips. With the exception of the swelling bruise to his jaw, Snape was unscathed. He'd treat that later.

"I'll come by tomorrow," he said as he gave Lupin a small smile as he left and re-set the wards.

As he strode back to his own quarters, he considered the mind bindings to try to bind the wolf back to the moon and he smirked with satisfaction that he didn't think the werewolf would be so keen to seek out his company any more.
- 10
- 11
- 12
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

You Will Not Kiss Me