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"Why Me?"	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 88152 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Beta'd by the amazing Tenchi. Love you, woman, you're the best!

With help from Lynn who works with me when it comes to flow, continuity and other issues.

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Chapter 23:

Alpha Remus!

Glancing down at Malfoy the great pervert where he was seated at the other end of the table, Sirius was actually somewhat pleased with what he was seeing there. Well, as expected, Lucius was holding court with Draco, listening to him whinge, whine and complain. Though that was getting on his nerves, as anyone that knew him could expect, what else he saw made him happy. Like what had gone on since the great pervert had bought the two devil rodents, they were attending the meal and Lucius was feeding him off his plate. However, what wasn't normal was the fact that the two were in harnesses with their leashes on and Malfoy was being firm with them, not allowing them to get up to their normal antics. Perfect! Maybe the time spent locked alone with them in his 'playroom' the day before had helped. He wasn't counting on it keeping up, but any break in that faction of the mess was good. All he had to do was make damned sure that he and Harry didn't let their guard down when it came to those two demons. Because the minute they did, the two would pull something or Malfoy would let himself slack off in his vigilance.
Polishing off the last of his breakfast then sending his and Harry's plates off to the sink, Sirius sipped at his tea before focusing on Malfoy. “Alright,” he started. “What do you know about the mess with Wormtail? Anything more than yesterday?”
Having gotten a message about that before coming down for the meal, Lucius nodded. Polishing off his tea and having an elf refill his cup, he said, “From what we understand, the disgusting man turned himself into the DMLE. Sources there tell the Dark Lord that he confessed to everything, including the part where it deals with you. There is a major spanner, though.” Seeing a wary look from Black, and Harry looking concerned, he pressed on, “Those that have spoken to him feel there are mental issues going on, ones that may end up with him locked in St. Mungos for the rest of his life.”
“What kind of issues?” Sirius asked, brow furrowed. “And how is that going to affect me being cleared?”
“It shouldn't affect your end at all,” Lucius told him with a dismissive wave. “No need to worry about that. My understanding is the fact that he's even alive and did confess to the real events of what transpired so long ago will be more than enough to get you cleared in a short time.” Lips quirking, Lucius let out an amused snort then said, “The 'issues', as they call them, aren't truly issues. They just don't know that. What they are considering issues is what the Dark Lord is now like. We'll, you've met him. The before and after of his—transformation, for lack of a better word, is rather mind warping, we all admit that. He is describing the Dark Lord as he is now. I'm sure you can guess at the reaction from some when it comes to that. Not to mention some of the other more bizarre tidbits that tend to go on anymore.”
“Yeah, that's enough to make anyone think you've gone 'round the twist,” Sirius said with a grin and shake of his head.
“Exactly,” Lucius told him, looking entirely amused himself. “His council is just to give it time and let the wheels at the DMLE turn. It's his considered opinion that in a couple of weeks your wanted status should be set aside. If the wheels look like they are turning too slowly, he'll see what influence he can use to unstick them and get them moving in the right direction. Either way, he assured me that you'll end up cleared in probably a month. Just exercise patience and wait it out. Any more information he receives on the topic he’ll ensure it’s passed to you through me or Severus.”
“Yeah, well, if he wants to pass it through Snape, he might want to write it out and pin it to the man's clothes,” Harry said softly, trying not to snort, shaking his head. The man—he had smoked a joint right after waking and had been in bad shape before he left the house to answer a summons. He wasn't sure the man, with the shape he was in, would remember where he was going, let alone any messages to pass along. With what he knew of the effects of both booze and pot, he was sure Snape's brain cells were being fried at an alarming state.
“He'll manage, trust me,” Lucius said, snorting again, petting Gred and Forge where they were curled up in his lap.
“With the shape the man is in, any summons today will probably end up most interesting!” Sirius chuckled, grinning. “I'm not all that sure he won't end up splinching himself.”
“Yes, with the shape Severus is in, the Dark Lord may want to come up with an alternate method for him answering summons. He'll sort it and deal accordingly,” Lucius admitted, shaking his head. Changing topics, remembering all Black had said the night before after the debacle and being released, Lucius pressed on, “Draco mentioned having a pickup game of Quidditch as something to do. I thought that sounded enjoyable. We'll take on the both of you. What say you?”
Looking at Harry, who was nodding, Sirius told him, “We can do that.”
“Good,” Lucius said, looking smug. “I'll let the boys run on their tether and we'll enjoy ourselves until lunch.”
“Meet you out back,” Sirius said, nudging Harry. Some time on the broom, smacking balls at the two, would probably do both he and Harry a world good. If the balls connected, that would be even better!

Standing up and brushing his robes off, making sure they were in place, Severus gave an internal sigh. Smoking the joint before showing up for his summons probably hadn't been a wise idea. Not only had he landed flat on his back after the Apparation, but he realized after he stood that he forgot to put his shoes on before leaving. Though that was a small detail, as he was in his socks, he was sure that the Dark Lord would notice. Then it might give the hint to his other bondmate that he wasn't at the top of his game. That wasn't the impression he wanted to convey, that's for certain. Very bad things could end up in the offing if the man caught on to that fact.
Producing a largish slice of cake from inside his robes, he began to walk in the direction of the meeting room, tugging his robes down in hopes of hiding the fact that he was just in his stocking feet. He also reminded himself to be wary of sharp objects. After all, he never went anywhere in just his socks, so his feet were tender. Stepping on something might give away the fact that he wasn't wearing his shoes.
Polishing off his cake as he stepped into the meeting room, wishing he had more but hadn't thought to grab another piece before leaving, Severus stepped forward and bowed to the Dark Lord when motioned forward, thankful that he had some bearings about him so he didn't end up falling over. When he stood, he was startled when the Dark Lord grabbed his wrist and tugged him forward. Almost stumbling as he was dragged in that direction, he found himself pulled into the Dark Lord's lap and held against the man. Sighing, realizing he should have known this was coming, Severus didn't have the wherewithal to fight it or even snarl. His buzz was swirling around him, keeping him calm and not allowing something that would normally trouble him to disturb his peace. He would just deal accordingly then make it through the meeting and head back to Grimmauld Place to smoke more of his new tranquilizer. Keeping that in mind, he didn't fight it when the Dark Lord began to snuggle on him, making disgustingly obscene happy noises.
Pleased that his prickly Severus wasn't fighting his show of affection, Tom ignored the heartbroken sobbing from Nagini as she lamented missing her Severus, when he then began to cuddle his bondmate close. Though his nose was wrinkling at the burning rope smell that seemed to cling to his Severus like some kind of cloak, he ignored it, not concerned. After giving the sometimes very prickly and snarly Severus an affectionate peck on the cheek, Tom gave a contented sigh as he gave the man's arse a grope. Oh, that felt wonderful. Pleased, doing it again, he chuckled then said, “Oh, this is wonderful, my silly Severus! You're putting on weight. That means that wonderfully delicious werewolf is making you eat right.”
Normally, Severus would be snarling at the intrusion on his person, but he couldn't be arsed to care at this point. As long as it remained above the clothing, the deranged Dark Lord could do what he wanted. Instead, he went to his happy place, contemplating a visit to the local bakery to pick up some much needed provisions after leaving the meeting. He just hoped he had enough cash handy to get all he required.
Hand resting on Severus' arse, giving it a grope here and there, Tom began to fill everyone in on what he knew of the Wormtail issue. It wasn't much, honestly, but he would impart the little he did know. Besides, there were people here that he had to assign duties to find out more. Because the faster they got Black cleared, the faster he was sure the man would be more than willing to relocate elsewhere and then that oh so wonderfully delicious werewolf wouldn't be able to hole up in a house he couldn’t get into! That he needed to end this pursuit. Yes, that was the goal and he would run herd on all his Death Eaters to bring it about as fast as he could manage.

When he finished with the business and singing a couple of songs like they always did anymore at the close of a meeting, Tom sent the still whinging Nagini off with Barty while he held his Severus close. Oh, this was good. Even better was that Severus wasn't making any of his normally snarly noises or trying to pull away. Perfect! As they were now alone without fear of being disturbed, he planned to have some sexy time with his Severus before he allowed the man to go back to Grimmauld Place. Cooing in Severus' ear then giving it a lick, he clutched him close. “And we're alone, my sexy Severus. I'll let you go back about your business after we have another romp. I have some new very sexy undies for you and some other toys I'm sure you'll enjoy. I swear, I won't get too rough with you.”
For Severus, the meeting hadn't been bad, despite the 'snuggling' by the demented Dark Lord. He could easily shove it away. At least at first. As his 'calm' began to dissipate, that grew harder to do, but he managed by making a mental list of all he wanted to buy at the bakery after leaving. Honing and calculating the ever-growing list, he managed to keep his mind elsewhere. Well, at least until this point. The mere thought of a repeat of the last 'romp' with the Dark Lord had his panic button engaging. Stiffening up, he shuddered, not sure what to do. However, that was shunted aside by a very strange feeling that washed over him. He wasn't sure what it was or how he knew, all he was aware of was that Lupin sensed his panic and was coming to the rescue. That—well, he was smug over that. Their dominant, something the Dark Lord didn't know about yet, wasn't going to allow him to be molested.
Smug in the knowledge the Dark Lord didn't have, Severus sat back and waited, starting to smirk.

Standing in the hallway at the bottom of the stairs, brooms in hand, Sirius and Harry were waiting for Malfoy and Draco to join them before going out to the pitch. While standing there, the two were conferring over strategy. Both of them planned to give the Malfoys a trouncing they weren't soon to forget. Devious strategies to get the upper hand were being bandied about. As they were well aware of what the other two would do to win, they wanted the barest bones of a plan in mind before they took to the air.
Straightening up, trying not to grin at what they had come up with as the two Malfoys joined them, they were about to adjourn to the pitch when they all stopped and stared up the stairs, bewildered. It sounded like someone was thundering down them. As the only one in the house at the moment, at least that he knew of, was Remus, Sirius didn't know what to make of it. His old friend would be far too tired to even thinking about 'thundering' anywhere. Hell, he was probably too tired to even walk down them at this point! So, this made no sense.
Standing there, waiting, looking at the equally befuddled Lucius, Sirius eyes then widened when he saw that it was indeed Remus flying down the stairs in nothing but sleep pants and slippers. Seeing his old friend's eyes wide, clutching onto his wand as he pulled his robe on, he opened his mouth to see what in the name of Merlin's battered boxers was going on, but didn't get the chance. Instead, Remus blew by them and headed out the front door, still tugging his robe on, slamming it as he exited.
Eyes wide, mouth hanging open, Sirius wasn't sure what was going on. Shaking his head, wondering if this was more strangeness that they didn't need, he figured he'd find out soon enough. As it was too early for anyone but Snape to start drinking, he decided he needed to focus elsewhere. That was the imminent trouncing of the Malfoys. After another glance at the door that Remus had flown out of, he began to herd everyone out to the backyard. Yeah, keeping his mind off whatever was going on was a damned good thing!

Tom had known Severus' amiable attitude about what was going on had gone on too long and sighed. At the mention of sexy time, the man had finally dug in his heels and refused to budge. There was something off about that, though he couldn't figure out what it was. The smirk on Severus' face told him the man knew something that he didn't. Now he was curious what it might be. However, he also blamed himself for part of this. Perhaps he was just a tad too rough the last time and had made Severus reluctant to go there again. From what he knew of the man, he had probably been a virgin until the coupling with Lupin. Yes, his tastes did run to the rough end of the spectrum, not to mention he was deliciously deranged when it came to sexual relations. Now he had to soothe his poor Severus and get him moving in that direction, promising to not get too rough with the poor skittish man again. That would be a trial, of course, but he would manage. He just had to keep himself on his pink diamond studded leash until his Severus got used to him was all.
Holding Severus close, soothing him and letting his tongue caress Severus' ear, he promised the poor man he would be gentler than he was last time, trying to get moving in the direction he wanted. After all, if Severus stayed wary, that wonderful werewolf would stay away. No, he couldn't have that! Remus Lupin was someone he craved the way a potions addict longed for their mixture of choice. He would have him, yes he would, it just required some work was all. Nothing more than that.
As he was getting frustrated at Severus' seeming unwillingness to move in the direction he wanted, reminding himself that a Crucio to get him motivated wouldn't help matters, the doors to the meeting room flew open. Looking up, wondering who he was going to throw tickling charms at until they wet themselves, Tom's eyes widened and he actually began to drool at the sight of Remus Lupin standing there in nothing but his jammies, no shirt, and a robe. Oh, it was a dream come true!
Squealing, clutching onto Severus tightly, not hearing the man gasp for air as he squeezed too hard, he was about to stand when his brow furrowed and he let loose of his Severus, though he didn't know why he did.
Glowering in that direction, wand aimed at the man that called himself the Dark Lord, Remus hissed, yellow eyes glowing, “Let him loose!” Seeing this version of Voldemort, finally understanding what Sirius and Harry meant by that, he then said, tone firm, “Come here, Severus, and get behind me.”
Looking entirely smug, Severus stood, smoothed down his robes then sauntered in Lupin's direction, sliding behind the man. Oh, this was perfect. Utterly perfect! The Dark Lord couldn't molest him unless Lupin gave his consent. As Lupin was the type not to do that, his poor arse wasn't in danger from the Dark Lord.
Standing, eyes wide, Tom looked at the two then took a step forward. While it was wonderful to have the delicious werewolf here for the first time, he was befuddled at just what was going on. This—no, he gave the orders and people followed them, not the other way around. Trying to pull his eyes away from the luscious Lupin, he pondered that. Until it hit him. Squeaking, his mouth dropped open then he uttered, tone stunned, “You're the alpha.”
Genial smile crossing his face, Remus told him, “Oh, yes. And you're about to find out just how alpha I am!” Lowering his wand and rising to his full height, he said, “Now, if you please, lead the way. Keep in mind, no touching Severus unless I say you can.”
While this felt oh so very wrong, Tom was excited by it. After all, in his long life, he had never had anyone dare go all dom on him. It was a new experience for him! Perhaps he might like it. He would have to wait and see. Giving a rather feminine-like giggle, he said, “Oh, do follow me. This will be most interesting.” Then, in a dramatic swirl of his fuzzy baby blue 'everyday' robes, he led the two off towards his chambers. Most interesting and he couldn't wait for that.
Gesturing for the smug looking Severus to go head of him, Remus brought up the end, grinning ferally as he did. Before the day was out, there was a certain Dark Lord that would think twice before he even thought about molesting Severus again.

About lunch time, the four Quidditch players were seated at the kitchen table waiting for the elves to serve them lunch. Harry and Sirius' plotting had worked out very nicely as they had annihilated the two Malfoys in spectacular fashion. That felt good. Even better was both had been on the receiving end of a few well-placed Bludgers. That helped to make up for the chaos the two were causing.
As the meal was dished up and Sirius was grinning at the grousing coming from the two at the other end of the table, his mind couldn't help circle back to Remus and what was going on there. His old friend had yet to return from wherever it was he tore off to. That had him worried. Remus wouldn't be at the top of his game for defending himself, let alone anything else, for several more days. Which meant he was concerned.
Just as he was starting to eat, wondering if there wasn't a way to figure out just what was going on and where Remus went, the door to the kitchen swung open. He was relieved to see a very smug, though surprisingly energetic looking, Remus come in with an equally smug Snape, who was lugging plenty of bags with him, trailing along behind. Swallowing his food, he waited until the two took a seat and began to dish up food for themselves to ask, “What's going on? You tore out of here like a hungry hippogriff was eying you as a meal.”
Feeling quite energized, despite the recentness of the full moon and the rather energetic romp with Tom, Remus gave a genial smile. Then he said, “Let's just say we can now tell you beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am set as the dominant in the relationship. And that I can tell when someone takes it in their head to try to usurp that standing.”
Grinning, shoulders shaking, Sirius said, “You're joking.” Oh, the visions that brought on were a right riot. The Dark Lord probably didn't know what hit him and wouldn't be sitting down comfortably for days!
“No details! Please, for the sake of my sanity, don't give details,” Harry mumbled, shaking his head, though grinning just a little at what he figured had gone on. Though he wasn't as well versed as probably everyone else at the table when it came to anything to do with sex, he was sure he had enough of it right to realize that the swishy Voldemort probably didn't know what hit him.
Smug look on his face, Severus piled food on his plate then added, “It was—yes, it was something wonderful to behold.” He wouldn't go beyond that into details, of course, but he was pleased with this. No more fear of being molested by Dark Lords was a wonderful thing. Lupin had ensured that he was no longer in danger of that. If he wanted to partake, he could, of course, but it wouldn't be forced or coerced. Perfect! That and Nagini was sufficiently terrorized into staying away from him, probably for the rest of her life. In fact, when they left, she had been wrapped around the deranged one, clinging to her, trying to hide under her clothes after Lupin had let her have it. Oh, it was an amazing thing to watch!
“Now if we could find a way to get someone to put Albus on the same kind of leash, we would be in business,” Sirius laughed, shaking his head. Though the mere thought of someone going in that direction with the old man was enough to make him shudder in revulsion, the idea of someone having Albus on a short leash was a wonderful one.
“Not my area,” Remus said with his own shudder at the thought. “It just means that we have a better standing to deal with what's here. That's all we hoped for and it worked out well.” Devouring his food, he asked what everyone had been up to. Though a nap was in the offing after his rather vigorous and athletic showing of his dominant status, he felt wonderfully energized after such a performance and didn't think his normal recovery time was in the offing. That was good. It meant that they could work on other needed areas, like keeping Lucius on his leash. Though he didn't think that the booze was needed anymore, at least for him, something like that was bound to be fun. So, he would go with it.
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