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You Will Not Kiss Me	By : Prosperosdaughter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 22836 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 16: Compulsion

Since the day of their fight and the following rapprochement, Snape had become quite obsessed with Lupin. He found he could barely think of anything but him. It was just like the first days of the Thrall, except that he now welcomed all his thoughts of the man. The only way he could get through his classes and duties was to Occlude his mind to block out his obsession, but would lift it fully as soon as he was alone with the man. Lupin was his usual open and passionate self, and Snape indulged himself fully in every attention the man wanted to lavish on him. As tender and loving as Lupin could be, there was no doubt that since their fight, Lupin was exerting more sexual dominance over him than before. Snape surrendered himself to it utterly and found consolation and release in it.

Today, they had received an invitation to Dumbledore's office.

They met with Dumbledore in the ante room to his office. He had their copy workings, together with his own, and various runic and arithmantic charts spread out on a large table. He also had various books from his own restricted library. Snape would give a great deal to have access to that library. Snape noted some of those delicate silver instruments that were usually displayed in his office were spread out on the runic charts and had clearly been used for measurements. A-ha, he thought, I knew they were not trinkets.

Dumbledore was working towards unravelling the Thrall at the next new moon when Lupin would be strongest and which happily fell over the Easter holidays so there would be few children in the school.

The three men congregated around the table and Dumbledore explained some of his workings to them and then drew out a large parchment with his re-worked counter-enchantment. "I have put in some work on the counter-enchantment, particularly paying regard to the interwoven Cruciatus curse." Snape could see that "some work" was an understatement. Dumbledore had thoroughly revised their workings and the ritual. He wondered when the man had had the time.

"We have to be particularly careful when that is removed due to its interweaving. If we remove the Thrall without removing that curse at the correct time, it will be re-cast and we will not be able to stop it," Dumbledore continued in measured tones.

"So," Snape stared at Dumbledore, "Remus would be hit with the Cruciatus until..." he mumbled in horror, then staring at Lupin, who had drained of colour.

"Until it killed him, yes," Dumbledore nodded, his blue eyes sharp and hard. "It is a common feature of Dark magic to trick any practitioners of the Light into compounding the Darkness of the curse unwittingly. Once one is aware of their trickery, one is looking for the signature." Dumbledore turned back to the documents and pointed to one place in the ritual and then one place on the counter-enchantment. "The working here calls for something additional – I believe this is where the Cruciatus counter-enchantment needs to be worked. It is the natural place for it."

The horror Snape was feeling lurched as he realised what else might be worked into this curse.

"Albus, Remus," he said quietly, shamed to speak of what he was about to admit. "We know that Remus was the tool for this enchantment. We need to remember that you, Albus, were the target. Such an important target." He was struggling now, but needed to press on. "Thinking as a Death Easter, Albus, I suspect there will be more trickery worked in to attempt to ensnare you further, or even to maim or kill you."

Both Dumbledore and Lupin were looking at him expectantly.

"I created an enchantment for the Dark Lord many years ago, similar to the trickery you mention, but it is Dark magic of the highest order. I designed it so it couldn't be defeated by a Master Caster such as you working out where the counter-charm should be in the ritual. I designed it to be infallible and unbreakable because it is a blood ritual."

He heard Lupin's sharp intake of breath.

"What was the enchantment Severus?" Dumbledore's voice was quiet and cold.

"I called it the Insidiae," Snape looked at the wall opposite, too shamed to look at either of the other men.

Lupin translated, "The ambush? The trap?"

Snape nodded.

"And we would need the Master Caster's blood to remove it?" Dumbledore's voice was ominously low.

"At the minimum and, even then, that may not be enough," Snape muttered, his hand finding Lupin's and grasping it tightly.

"If I have the Caster's blood, it will be enough, I assure you," Dumbledore said confidently, casting a quick look at Snape and Lupin's entwined hands. "But we need to know who it is, and all elements of this enchantment. I will not risk either of you because we do not have all the information.

"Severus, you need to see Mr. Malfoy, and obtain the information from him by whatever means are expedient," Dumbledore stated, and looked intently at a stricken Snape over his glasses.

Three days had passed since Snape had owled Malfoy to request a meeting to discuss school business privately. He had now received a response:

My dearest Severus,

How delightful to receive your letter requesting a private meeting with me. It has been a long time since we've been alone together. I must confess to a frisson of pleasure to have your company to myself. Let us hope it will not just be business, dear heart.

I suggest you call upon me at home this Friday evening at 7. We shall be quite alone, I assure you.

Fondest always, Lucius.

Tonight was Friday night.

Lupin screwed up the expensive parchment in his fist and threw it on the fire.

"What is that?" he demanded of Snape, who was standing by the mantel of the fireplace, one elbow resting upon it. "Why would he speak to you like you're lovers? You're not lovers, are you?" he peered intently up at Snape from the chair facing him.

"No, I told you what we were. A man like Malfoy, who takes his pleasures if he can, suffers certain delusions that his attentions are wanted, desired even. I haven't let him touch me since he was at school. And yet, this is how he has always addressed me, as if I am in some way desirous of his attention. I can assure you I am not," Snape said calmly, although he could see Lupin was not satisfied.

Lupin stood and went to him and stood as close to Snape so no more than a hair's breadth divided them and braced his hands on the mantel on either side of Snape. The smell of him excited Snape immediately.

"Do you understand Severus that I have Claimed you now?" Lupin purred. Snape had realised the day after their fight that something very fundamental had changed between them. Practically all considerations had become secondary to him now: his head was full of thoughts of Lupin and his body longed for Lupin constantly. He didn't know if this was just lust, love or because Lupin had Claimed him or a coalescing of the three. All he knew was that he was Lupin's, body and soul, and that it was what he wanted.

"I understand," Snape said softly, resting his head against Lupin's shoulders and inhaling his scent deeply.

"You understand that if another man touches you, I will know and I will not be forgiving. To either of you," Lupin's voice sounded hoarse, but his head in turn rested on Snape's own and his arms embraced him firmly.

"No-one will touch me at my bidding," Snape said. He chuckled, "I don't think you have anything to worry about. There isn't exactly a gaggle of suitors beating a path to my door."

Lupin rubbed his head across Snape's own, squeezing his embrace harder so that Snape could feel that Lupin was again aroused. "Well, you're off to see one such suitor shortly, aren't you? You don't understand who you are, Severus. What type of man you are or the power you have."

"You are in my Thrall, Remus," Snape dismissed again, sighing as Lupin lifted his chin to kiss him deeply, his tongue searching his mouth and sucking at his tongue and lips. Snape felt Lupin use his wand to unbutton his robe.

"So many buttons, Severus. So buttoned up and so many layers. You must be unbuttoned and we must get through all your layers," Lupin breathed into his ear as he unwound Snape's cravat and pushed his robe to his feet and then brought him into the centre of the room between the chairs. They knelt down together, both becoming breathless as they undressed each other, Snape's hands slightly trembling with anticipation. Every sexual encounter they had seemed to thrill him more and he was sure he would soon lose his mind to it all.

Lupin knelt forward and kissed Snape passionately, whilst he placed his hands firmly on his waist, clasping his waist so that he gasped and arched and pushing them up his sides and chest as Snape traced Lupin's back with his fingers, letting them rove down Lupin's sensitive spine. Lupin moved Snape's head to one side and kissed and bit the length of his neck and shoulder line, drawing blood to the surface with each small sucking bite, making Snape moan, then moving to repeat the process to the other side of this neck and shoulder.

Then, moving his hands behind Snape, he lowered him to the floor gently and carried on kissing and biting down his chest and stomach until he reached Snape's erection, which he licked lengthways whilst running his fingers down its shaft simultaneously whilst the other hand stroked under his balls, then taking it in fully, moving to the time set by Snape's moans and fisting in his hair and delirious arching of his back.

He spread Snape's legs with his hands and lifted his hips high and then moved his tongue around his balls, flicking it along his perineum and, finally using his hands to part Snape's cheeks, licking around and then plunging into his opening over and over again, making Snape cry out between his ragged breaths, making his opening pucker, clench, slick and ready. It was an amazing feeling but now Snape needed Lupin to fill him. The more ready Lupin made him, the more desperate he became until he begged him to fill him up.

Lupin move his hands away along Snape's thighs to keep them wide and high and then moved himself forward and into Snape in one fluid thrust, making himself grunt loudly and then begin to thrust in time to Snape's vocal pleas and Snape's own bucking hips. Lupin moved in lower and Snape moved his torso forward and flung one arm around Lupin's neck so they could kiss passionately and furiously, their groans and sighs interspersing their hungry kisses, and Lupin fumbled for and then found Snape's cock to stroke him to time with their thrusts. They thrust and rolled against each other punishingly until they came together loudly, with each others' names upon their lips and gradually subsided to the floor, panting and spent, and lay quietly together.

Eventually, Snape knew he had to get ready. Lupin was reluctant to release him from his embrace.

"It is for us," Snape reminded him softly and got up and showered.

In the mirror, Snape surveyed his thoroughly bitten neck, shoulders and chest and smiled a small smile at Lupin who was watching him at the bathroom door. "Territory marking, Mr. Wolf?" he asked lightly. Lupin moved behind Snape and placed his arms around his waist and started kissing the bites lightly. "You are mine, Severus," he whispered. "I don't want you to go to that molester of children."

"I go as a man, not a child, Remus. I have no intention of having any kind of sex with Malfoy and I'm more than capable of defending myself if need be," Snape said gently, turning his face upwards into Lupin's. "We need this information – you and I."

"These are your best clothes," Lupin nodded to the pile of fresh clothes, as Snape picked up his dress shirt.

"Death Eaters always dress well. It's a pureblood mania," Snape said dismissively. Lupin looked disbelieving but said nothing.

Suddenly, Lupin stroked his hand down the length of the Dark Mark visible on Snape's naked arm. "I believe it's darker than when I first saw it" he commented.

Snape nodded, although he was surprised as he had never seen Lupin look directly at it. "Nothing dramatic, but I agree. When the Dark Lord disappeared that night, the Mark became only just discernible. For the last two years it has darkened just slightly. There's no squinting to see it now. It darkens." Snape swallowed audibly. He feared with all his being receiving that call again and what that would mean for his life, especially now, now that he had Lupin. He would need to discuss it with Dumbledore – sooner or later.

Snape continued dressing, Lupin watching him intently and unhappily, although Lupin tied and straightened his cravat from behind, helped him on with his robe and brushed the shoulders straight, watching the effect in the mirror.

"Do you get angry with Malfoy about past injustices as you get angry with me? Do you want strike him as you struck me?" he asked suddenly. Snape was astonished. Of course, he should have seen this. How this must look to Lupin after the torrent of bitterness to which he'd subjected Lupin for his inaction and carelessness compared with Malfoy's calculated viciousness and cruelty.

"I don't care about Malfoy to get angry with him. I care about you so you are able to wound me, even unwittingly," he shut his eyes at this admission hoping Lupin understood the cost of it. He opened his eyes and looked at Lupin in the mirror, and knew he understood. "I know exactly what Lucius Malfoy is. He can't hurt me as you could." Snape turned to Lupin and kissed his lips gently and stroked his cheek. Then he turned back to the mirror to comb his hair for the final time.

"What he did to me in the past, he has paid for more times than he realises with things I have done to him. From my first refusal when we duelled over it, which of course I won, to small tortures I've inflicted on him, disgraces at the feet of the Dark Lord, insults, so on, some of which he has been just too stupid to understand," Snape smirked at Lupin. "I'm not the pushover he thinks I am."

"I have no doubt, Severus," Lupin said quietly into Snape's ear as he kissed it gently. "When you go to meet that child molester, you carry me inside you, don't you forget that," Lupin murmured into his ear as he passed Snape his travelling cloak.

Malfoy Manor: as vulgar as it was imposing, Snape strode through the gates, impervious to the displayed grandeur and the white peacocks screeching their call. He had seen it all before and it was as perfectly pompous as it current incumbent. He marched to the great hall to meet with Malfoy at the appointed time.

Malfoy was lounging in his high backed Chesterfield before the grand fireplace, robed in black velvet with silver cording as usual to set off his coiffed platinum hair that was tied back in a black velvet ribbon, his right hand resting on his silver serpent topped cane that contained his concealed wand. A ridiculous affectation that would only slow one down in an emergency. Snape wondered if the man had any idea how perfectly preening and vain he looked. Then again, he is preening and vain, he thought with a mental shrug. Undoubtedly, Lucius Malfoy was the most conceited man of his acquaintance. He was also indulged, entitled, malicious and cruel and Snape did not, for one moment, underestimate this man in his own home. He needed to play this game perfectly if he was to triumph in the man's own manor.

Snape divested himself of his travelling cloak, which he threw over a chair. He wore his best woollen trousers and robe and silk shirt and cravat for this meeting. Malfoy needed to believe that Snape wanted to impress him, that Snape desired his attentions, so that Malfoy would let down his guard. Snape knew that nothing could get past Malfoy's guard more quickly than the prospect of a sexual conquest.

"Severus," Malfoy said, in his false hail-fellow-well-met voice, so well honed at the Ministry. "Do come in and take a seat." He gestured to the other Chesterfield that was opposite to his. "A drink for you?" Malfoy offered, unashamedly openly appraising every inch of Snape's body.

Snape smiled tightly, nodded and sat, for all the world looking relaxed, composed and comfortable. He crossed his legs at the ankles, resting his elbows on the raised leather arm rests, and steepled his hands. This was his controlled Death Eater persona, the only side of Severus Snape that Malfoy had seen for many years. This persona kept his wand in a holster up his sleeve for ease and speed of access.

They conversed about Cissy's latest charity project and what was currently interesting Malfoy at the Ministry, his increasing influence on the board of governors of Hogwarts, moving on to Draco's school performance and the impending execution of the Hippogriff that had attacked Draco.

"You should be married, Severus," Malfoy said in an offhand manner, out of the blue. "A man should always have a wife and children for the look of the thing. It doesn't stop one having ... shall we say ... other interests, if that's your concern," Malfoy smiled, looking at Snape's body appreciatively once more and for longer than was necessary for Snape to get the point. Snape's flesh crawled, but he gave Malfoy a small smile to keep him interested.

"I'm sure Cissy could find you a decent pureblood. Might have to be down on her luck, but it would bolster your bloodline. We owe it to the wizarding world after all to ensure we keep as much purity and power as possible. Hmm? What do you say?" he asked lightly.

"I have no interest in a wife and certainly not in children," Snape said in a final tone of voice that made Malfoy chuckle.

"Would be dishonest to the little lady, eh Severus? How very bourgeois of you." Malfoy sneered.

Snape would have married Lily like a shot. Indeed, when he was young, he used to day dream about it. No doubt, she would have lived to rue the day she had ever set eyes on Severus Snape. Imagine if his anger had exploded on her the way it had on Lupin. Imagine raising his fists to that delicate creature or any child she bore of his as his father had done to his mother and to him. How eventually he would have broken her wonderful spirit. He had no doubt he would have done it. He was his father's child, as intemperate and violent as that man had been, and he revolted himself. He was lucky to have Lupin to contain and restrain him physically and emotionally, he suddenly thought to himself.

Malfoy's expression had changed to one almost like hunger. "I was intrigued to receive your owl, Severus." Malfoy raised one pampered eye brow.

"Are we private Lucius? What I have to say is not for the ears of your wife or the house elves," Snape asked confidentially.

Malfoy smirked unpleasantly. "I'm sure it isn't and after our little chat, I may desire more time alone with you as well. It has certainly been a long time since I enjoyed the pleasure." He smiled in a way that Snape found nothing short of odious which no doubt Malfoy thought charming. "Cissy is out and I'll ward against the help." Lucius cast various warding charms. "I very rarely think about them frankly. They are bonded to me, after all," he said dismissively.

Which is precisely why I don't wish them to come to your aid, you pompous fool, Snape thought with derision.

"Now then, Severus, trouble at the school?" he chuckled, knowingly, and with a look of keen anticipation.

"Not so much trouble, as possibly a little problematic for people with ... ah ... let's say ... our chequered history," Snape said easily, his head tilted to one side.

"Not sure I follow you, old chap," Malfoy smirked. "After all, I was exonerated of all wrong-doing. I was under the Imperius curse, as you know, Severus," he smiled a smile that did not reach his glacial eyes.

"Yes indeed. But should some, say," Snape made a small dismissive gesture, "new evidence come to light, evidence of a ... let's see ... compelling nature, matters might be re-opened, I think. Many matters," Snape replied silkily, tapping his index finger briefly to his own temple.

"Go on," Malfoy said coolly, his eyes narrowing.

Without changing his relaxed posture, Snape sipped his brandy, savouring the flavour as well as Malfoy's impatient anticipation.

"It has come to my attention that an enchantment of a Dark nature has been cast upon the Headmaster and one of the professors, and that you are one of the perpetrators of it." He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows as if daring Malfoy to deny it, and received a sneer in return. "I require details of it to remove it," he stated simply.

"You require details of it to remove it," Malfoy mocked. "You require! No, no, my dear Severus, you never require anything from me, my little half blood friend. You require nothing," Malfoy clipped.

"On the contrary," Snape drawled. "You will find we have a shared interest in relieving this enchantment from the Headmaster and his ... ah ... object, I believe the term is," dropping in the term so Malfoy would understand that Snape comprehended the nature of the enchantment. "For you see, if the Headmaster is forced to leave Hogwarts under the shadow of a Dark bond enchantment, I lose my protector. I have no doubt, that a trial would follow for me and I would, of course, give them any and all information they require to ameliorate any sentence passed on me. I will, of course, supply them with evidence under Veritaserum and will happily comply with any requests for memories for the Pensieve as may be required.

"Why, you foul little half-blood traitor. How dare you threaten me?" Malfoy stood, regarding Snape as if he were a mountain troll sitting in his hall. He took the two steps to Snape's chair, leaving his cane behind, and rested his hands on the arm rests and leant in, his lip curling in disdain, unaware that this was precisely the unguarded and foolish reaction Snape had planned on.

"You may have ingratiated yourself to the Dark Lord in times past, but you will always be a filthy little half blood, fit only for stabling as far as I'm concerned," he sneered, squeezing Snape's thigh and moving is hand to cup his genitals roughly and then moving in to bite his ear.

As he bit, Snape's wand pressed into Malfoy's neck and sparked.

"Do. Not. Touch. What. Isn't. Yours," Snape snarled, the proximity of the man's breath an affront in his personal space.

"Oh, but it used to be mine whenever I wanted it, didn't it, my little half blood?" Malfoy hissed through gritted teeth, not releasing his grip, refusing to allow Snape any victory even if he himself was wandless. He was determined to make sure Snape knew his place. "Such a sweet little arse. How I used to enjoy you. Broke you in, did I not?" he said lightly, as if talking of training a puppy. "Such a shame you got above yourself ..."

Snape's moment had come, the man was entirely distracted so he silently cast Langlock and then froze him. The man simply had no idea of his own inadequacy, magical or sexual, Snape thought with amusement as he worked.

He smirked to think that Malfoy would pay good money (and probably did quite regularly) to a man to give him what Snape so enthusiastically gave to Lupin. He allowed himself a further small smile thinking how Lupin would not believe how calm Snape could be when his work required it. But then, this is what he excelled at: spying, subterfuge and sabotage - he had always been able to deliver. It was so easy when it didn't concern someone he cared for. And he certainly did not care for Malfoy.

Whilst thinking, he levitated Malfoy out of his way and then partially unfroze his legs so Snape could place him back in his chair. He unfroze Malfoy's mouth and removed the tongue lock, simultaneously casting a silencing charm and then removed a small phial from his robe and administered the Veritaserum, ensuring all of Malfoy's limbs were frozen.

Casting Muffliato and removing the silencing charm, Snape sat back in his chair opposite a simply furious and foul-mouthed Lucius Malfoy.

"Silence," he commanded. "Now, you will talk, Lucius, and I will listen," Snape said softly. "You will tell me each component part of the enchantment cast on Albus Dumbledore, on the object and all elements to remove it safely from both parties."

Malfoy had no choice, and went through the components, Snape questioning him on each to ensure he had the full information.

There was the main bond enchantment with its usual pain enhancements plus an addition of MacNair's of an additional punishment that would activate the Cruciatus curse on the object if the master was angry. That additional component would need to be extinguished within the parameters of the counter-curse for the enchantment. He told Snape the additional wording.

There was an additional flourish of an appropriation charm to steal the object's magical core. "My own embellishment," Malfoy nodded with self-approbation. "Imagine the horror of the mixed bloods, blood traitors and mud-blood chattering classes to find out their precious Dumbledore used a sexual Thrall and milked a magical creature and one of his former students at that. It was a brilliant addition, if I say so myself," he chuckled. "The results would have been spectacular." Snape asked for the counter-curse so he would not alert Malfoy to the fact this part had already been unravelled, but also just in case there was extra to the removal of it that they had not accomplished. He was satisfied from Malfoy's answer that there was not.

"Any other embellishments?" Snape asked. "To the enchantment, no," was the response.

"Is there an Insidiae or more than one?" Snape asked abruptly.

"Of course," Malfoy looked vexed. Snape had asked so he was compelled to answer, but it was clear he had hoped to be able to omit this information. "If there is any attempt to lift the enchantment without lifting the Cruciatus within, the beast will die in the throes of that curse. There will be no way to lift it once the Thrall is unravelled.

If the whole curse is lifted, the second Insidiae is a Mind-Breaker curse on the master," Malfoy paused, seeing Snape's mouth drop slightly and then smiled broadly.

"We worked this enchantment intricately, Severus, so one way or another, Dumbledore will suffer. I doubt even you will be able to break it. Dumbledore might have been able to, but I expect he will be so sex-addled by now with that beast, he'll be less than useless. I hear those beasts are quite insatiable. Good way for the old goat to go, if you ask me."

"Who are "we", Lucius?" Snape clipped out, trying very hard to suppress his mounting rage at the threat to the lives of both Lupin and Dumbledore and to hear them spoken of in that manner. It was of small comfort to know that at least Dumbledore would not be affected. No, if they lifted the curse, it would be he whose mind would be broken.

"We had a full coven of twelve. After all, Dumbledore is powerful."

"Name them," Snape said curtly.

"Me, McNair, Travers, Selwyn, Goyle, Crabbe, Nott, Yaxley, the Carrows, Rowle and Gibbon. Had we been sure of where you loyalties lie, of course we would have included you," Malfoy jeered. So, they have an Unspeakable in their coven: that explains a great deal, Snape ruminated.

"I shan't lose sleep over my exclusion, Lucius," Snape's lip curled. "My freedom rests with Albus Dumbledore. And when the Dark Lord returns," Malfoy made to scoff, but Snape made a silencing gesture with his hand "and you can rest assured he will return, Lucius," he emphasised as if speaking to a very stupid student, "I will be exactly where he wishes me to be," he said silkily.

He rolled up the sleeve of his robe, undid his cuff and rolled up his left shirt sleeve to brandish his Dark Mark in Malfoy's face. "Are you blind, Lucius? Do you not see what's happening before your own eyes. It darkens. Only a fool would deny it," he hissed into Malfoy's face and re-dressed.

"Have you left any room for manoeuvre to spare Dumbledore's mind in the lifting of the curse? Remember, my freedom is at stake, Lucius," Snape asked, in an as matter-of-fact voice as he could manage.

"We did not provide for that eventuality. Why should we?" Malfoy shrugged casually until he felt the tip of Snape's wand pressed into his throat once more and Snape hissed again, "Not good enough," through bared teeth.

"Just kill the beast."

Malfoy's bald statement hung in the air until Malfoy waved his head dismissively, looking quickly away from Snape. "Then the Thrall will just fall away. That would be the easiest and it would be no loss after all."

"Now," Snape continued, his voice deadly, "is there anything else that you have omitted to tell me about the release?" His rage was burning in his gut, but subdued by his Occluded mind. When this interview is over, Malfoy, you will suffer, he promised his turbulent soul.

"The final element to release the enchantment is blood from the Master Caster of the Insidiae," Malfoy sneered. Snape thought there was an element of triumph in that sneer that he didn't understand.

"The enchantment was sealed by a blood ritual?" He had suspected as much but was still shocked. Malfoy nodded with barely suppressed glee. "And who was that?" Snape leaned forward in anticipation. Malfoy laughed a small strangulated laugh, as if the question were simply absurd.

"Why, it was you, my darling half-blood."
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