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Aftercare	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Remus Views: 17023 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, I gain nothing from this but a way to pass the time.

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A/N: Warning this chapter contains a brief scene of wax play and blood play. It's nothing intensely gory, but if blood grosses you out...consider yourself warned.

I was gonna wait a day or so before I posted to epilogue, but I have no internet at home and the Library has switched to their Summer Hours, meaning the library would be closed tomorrow, so...you guys get both final chapters at once ^^
Epilogue: The Show Must Go On

Six Months Later

Outside, the wind was howling, and blinding snow blew in the streets, but inside the club it was warm and comfortable. Despite the weather, Cock and Bull was almost full to capacity, which wasn't a surprise when they all knew who was to perform that night.

Harry Potter.

The only sub in the circuit with not one, but two dominants.

And tonight was the first time they were to perform together.

Remus Lupin peered out of the shut curtain, and swallowed thickly at the large crowd. At the same moment, an arm wrapped around his waist, and a head perched upon his shoulder.

“Nervous?” Harry asked sweetly, and Remus almost laughed.

“I can't believe you two talked me into this...” Remus muttered as he turned to face Harry, who was dressed in his customary black leather short-shorts and matching collar. To the remark, Harry offered the older man a small smirk, and arched up to kiss him.

“You'll be brilliant, I know it.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“I know you, I trust you, and I've seen you in our practice sessions,” Harry said with the same note of confidence in his voice, while his hand trailed down to Remus's left hand, where a brass ring sat on his finger. “And maybe one day you'll take this thing off when we're here.”

“And what did I tell you would happen if someone discovered my identity while I was here?” Remus asked mildly.

“I know, I know,” Harry said with a dismissive wave of his hand, “they'll go running to the school governors, and you'll be burned at the stake and Teddy will go live with some sort of awful foster family who runs a child labour camp on the side. Right?”

“Something like that,” Remus replied with a small snort, and Harry grinned at him, moving in for a quick kiss just as Blaise stepped over to join them.

“Ready to go?” Blaise asked Harry, and the submissive smiled brightly.

Both Remus and Blaise kissed Harry deeply, it heated enough for Remus's cock to twitch in interest, then Blaise pulled the other dominant close for a commanding kiss of his own. Remus met it with equal force, and he did not miss the soft titter from Harry as he observed them.

Blaise wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and led him out to the stage, still hidden from the audience's view by a heavy red curtain. Remus hung back to watch—Blaise was much more adept at creating truly erotic poses for Harry when he bound him, and in this, Remus was quite content to let him take the lead.

Remus thought back on the past six months as he watched them go, a small smile playing across his lips as he did so. He'd learnt so much about himself, things he'd never known before, and it still amazed him that their sessions of 'play' as Blaise and Harry often called it, could be as healing to his mind as an overpriced session with a Mind Healer.

He could recall those first few weeks following his introduction to this strange, erotic world, and his abject denial that he had enjoyed it as much as Harry and Blaise had. Harry had smiled through Remus's dismissive responses that he had no intention of delving full time, so to speak, into such a life.

And yet, every Saturday, Remus found himself at the club with Harry and Blaise.

Inflamed flesh, Harry's sweet cries, and blinding pleasure all drifted through his mind, and he found himself getting hard at the mere memories of all that they had done together.

Beyond bedroom activities, Blaise had slowly been inching his way more permanently into Remus and Harry's lives. He had even joined them for tea once or twice, where Blaise proved that despite his aloof, aristocratic air, he loved children, and was quite taken with Teddy, and was quite happy to keep the child occupied when Remus was busy—with Harry's help, of course.

A hand on Remus's arm drew him from his musings, and he saw Blaise standing before him, his own costume for the evening draped over his arm.

“It's almost time,” he said simply, “you better get ready.”

Remus nodded and accepted the clothing from Blaise. Unlike his own ensemble—which was a pair of leather trousers and nothing more—Remus's was something closer to a complete set of clothes, albeit well outside his comfort zone. It was something Remus could have seen Sirius wearing, but certainly not him.

He stepped into one of the available changing rooms, and eyed the clothing again. Leather trousers, similar in style to Blaise's, though marginally less constrictive, and a black sleeveless shirt that rested high on his throat, but still managed to show off his physique rather well.

Though he hardly led an active life being a professor and small-time author, his werewolf blood, paired with the strain of the monthly transformations meant that he put on muscle easily. As a result, his arms were toned, crisscrossed with pearlescent scars, but not overwhelmingly muscular.

He tugged on the clothing a few times to adjust how it sat on his body, then slipped into a pair of black dragonhide boots before he stepped back out and headed for the side of the stage.

“Damn,” Blaise remarked with a low whistle when he saw him, “I have half a mind to leave Harry out there and take you into one of the back rooms myself.”

Blaise closed the distance between them, his index finger curled in the waistband of the trousers and pulled him close. Chuckling, Remus indulged him for a moment, their mouths meeting in an intense, heated kiss.

“I do have one question for you, before we go out there,” Remus murmured as he broke the kiss, while he ignored Blaise's soft, frustrated groan.

“Yeah?”

“Harry...we've put him through a lot,” Remus said thoughtfully, his gaze shifting to their bound and waiting sub as he spoke, “spankings, beatings, cutting, that piercing art you did one time...and never once have I heard him use his safeword. Has he ever used it? At all? Does he even have a limit?”

“Only once, back when we first started our games on a regular basis,” Blaise replied, frowning a little as he followed Remus's gaze over to Harry. “I didn't hurt him, not physically, at least. I called him 'boy' in lieu of his name, something like, 'on your knees, Boy.' He panicked and said his word, and for a second I thought he'd hurt himself or something, and he just begged me to never call him that, in that tone. He never explained to me why, though. Do you have any ideas?”

“It likely has to do with his upbringing...to say that his relatives were unkind to him would be something of a massive understatement, from the tidbits of things Harry has told me of them over the years,” Remus answered with a small frown, “I can't be certain, though—he's always been rather closed-mouthed about his childhood with those muggles.”

Blaise opened his mouth, but he was impeded from continuing his conversation by the soft rush of the curtain being pulled back.

Applause followed the sound, and Blaise stepped away from Remus to grab two masquerade masks off a small table, white and gold for him, silver and black for Remus. The both affixed the masks to their faces, and turned towards the stage, Remus's heart in his throat as he followed the younger man out to polite applause. It took everything he had to keep walking and not stop dead in his tracks once he saw Harry.

The chair upon which their submissive was bound barely counted as a chair, given that there was barely a scant few inches of space to sit, and it was high enough that his arse barely touched the seat, making it appear more like he was standing, which made the 'chair' look more like some sort of post. His head was tilted back, and his blindfolded eyes were facing skyward. It wasn't far enough to give him a crick in the neck, but enough that the muscle there was tense and taut.

His arms were bound at his back, folded it at the elbow and crossed at the wrist, and both of his ankles were tied to the base of the structure. It forced Harry's groin to jut forward slightly, and already Remus could see Harry panting softly from the strain the position was putting on his body.

Remus and Blaise stopped in the centre of the stage, with Harry's bound form between them. The entire club was silent, and as they began, performing just as they had practised a dozen times before, Remus marvelled at how his hands shook as they each reached for the table set up behind Harry, and both of them picked up a lit pillar candle.

He did not miss the soft and sharp intakes of breath peppered throughout the audience, and he smiled inwardly at the reaction. In perfect sync, he and Blaise lifted the candles and tilted them to allow the hot wax to drip onto Harry's chest.

Harry hissed at the pain, but it was quickly followed by a feeble moan as he squirmed in his bindings. They were careful to avoid his nipples, and so droplets of the wax circled the hard buds, peppering his skin with white droplets as it hardened.

They set down the candles after a few moments, and Blaise rested a hand on Harry's cheek, coaxing his head to turn to offer him a kiss, then Remus did the same, though he drew it out a little longer than his partner.

“All right?” Remus asked Harry softly, and he jerked his head in a minor nod.

“Yeah.”

Blaise lifted his wand and gave it a casual flick, and something akin to a branch grew from the fixture, it passing between Harry's thighs and resting snugly against his groin. Attached to the end of it was a set of short narrow ropes, with clips affixed to the ends. Remus licked his lips almost unconsciously as he watched Blaise attach the clips to Harry's nipples. Because of the position, they were pulled taut, and every small movement that the submissive made tugged them further, and a small whimper of pain escaped past his lips. Despite the pained vocalization, Harry had not uttered his word nor did he appear uncomfortable—the scent of his heightening arousal was proof enough that he was far from distressed by the situation.

Remus and Blaise stepped back and allowed the audience to marvel in the piece of art that was Harry. He shuddered and fidgeted, causing the clamps to tug more harshly on his nipples, changing them from a red to almost purple, and his body shone with sweat under the strain of it.

Harry's breath escaped him in short, shallow gasps, and he whimpered in the bindings, while Remus circled behind the sub, and Blaise drew a knife.

Remus had been expecting it, as with everything else they did on the stage it was planned, but the sight of it still chilled him a little.

Harry also knew that it was coming, and Blaise very lightly trailed the tip of the knife over the sub's left pectoral, causing his muscle to twitch lightly. He repeated the contact on the other side, while at the same time Remus distracted Harry from the sensation by resting a hand at his throat and pulling him in for a kiss.

Once Blaise had sufficiently gotten Harry used to the sensation, with barely an ounce of pressure, he trailed the tip over his flesh again.

Blood beaded the thin cuts—barely more than a cat scratch, and Harry shivered under the contact, and let out a soft moan. Blaise repeated the action in a number of spots on Harry's chest and abdomen, trailing the knife over his skin to leave two and three-inch cuts behind, but never applying enough pressure for it to even risk scarring. All the while, Remus touched Harry gently, drawing his attention away from the pain. He hissed every so often when some sweat had made its way into one of the shallow cuts, but overall did not seem overly distressed at the fact that he was being cut into by someone he trusted.

When the last cut fell and Blaise withdrew the knife, Remus tapped Harry's bindings with his wand. As they disappeared, Harry fell forward, and Blaise caught him deftly; he wrapped an arm around Harry's waist to help him stand, and offered the sub a kiss as Remus joined them and positioned himself on Harry's other side, crossing his arm across Blaise's as Harry turned his head to accept a kiss from his other dominant. He was shaking a little, exhausted from the performance, and amidst a shower of polite applause and with the help of his dominants, Harry was led off the stage and into one of the backstage dressing rooms to recuperate.

Remus helped Blaise ease Harry down onto the available settee, while Remus grabbed a jar of coconut ointment from the vanity, along with a small cloth. He joined the pair, and interspersed with sweet kisses and mindless small talk, they tended to the red marks on Harry's wrists and ankles; they dampened the cloth and wiped away the scant droplets of blood before healing the minor cuts with gentle taps of their wands; they peeled off the droplets of wax with their fingers, and massaged Harry's nipples with the lotion.

The sub's head was resting against the back of the settee while he melted under the tender affections of his two dominants—his two lovers. As Remus leant in for another kiss, he couldn't help but smile indulgently as he thought ahead to what they might try next in the days, weeks, months, and possibly years to come.

Remus shivered with anticipation

He could hardly wait.

-Fin
A/N: This, as I said, was my first foray into BDSM in a fic. I was determined to keep it as realistic as possible, given that the scene is so badly represented by things like Fifty Shades of Grey and Purity Wank people who misunderstand it as abuse in some way. I really hope that I did it justice, and I hope you guys enjoyed this little story :)
Until next time,
xox
James
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