Beta

Title: Beta
Author: Participant #022 Marie Coddington AKA Irana
Gift For: Participant #087 Gaius Grimstone
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Snape/Bill
Disclaimer: Don't sue me. I'm just playing with them, getting them dirty. I'll wash them off before I return them. Really.
Feedback: Oh please.
Summary: Every man has needs, Bill Weasley more than most. Can he find what he desires in a man he never expected to show interest?
Warnings: UST, D/s, caning, rimming, felching, implied collaring
A/N: Written for the reversathon fic exchange. The request is posted at the end. 4,567 words. Thanks Pet, for the beta job.


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Finding Bill Weasley in a Muggle leather club was the last thing Severus Snape expected. Granted, he hadn't been looking especially for Bill; just visiting the club in order to get a feel for the place, decide if it was worth his patronage. The sight of Bill Weasley decked out in leather shorts and harness, that lovely hair loose and flowing made an instant impression. The fact that Bill sat on a cushion on his knees watching the surrounding interactions made the sight of him simply more delicious.

He sat back to watch, ordering a drink from one of the pretty house girls, eyes on Bill for the entire night.

It was clear to him that he wasn't the only one there to see if it were worth his time; Bill clearly spent his night watching, assessing, not participating, although the longing to do so was clear to Severus. He found himself wondering what Bill would do if he approached him, and decided against it. Not tonight. Not this time. That would best be done in a place where Bill couldn't run or hide from what he wanted. Someplace private where if Bill was willing, Severus would give it to him.

As he watched Bill watching the people around him, he thought back on what he knew of the other man. Bill's marriage to Fleur hadn't survived past the third year. Frankly, Severus had been incredibly surprised it had managed to last even that long. In the end – as he understood it – Fleur simply had been unable to deal with being with a man scarred and tainted by a werewolf. Oh, Bill was no full lycanthrope, not by any means, however – judging by the blatant submission in his current posture – he certainly had some of the behaviours.

Severus stood and headed for the exit. He'd seen enough for now. Perhaps he would visit another time. Or perhaps he wouldn't need to. Not if he ran across Bilius Weasley elsewhere before then. He had no doubt he would.

*~*~*

It didn't take much to discover Bill's schedule once he'd decided he wished to know it. Of course, that might also have had a bit to do with the small dose of truth serum Severus had dropped in the cup of tea belonging to Bill's secretary. Bill had done well for himself by opening the antique shop where he sold all the artifacts and various non-magical finds both the Wizarding and Muggle worlds deemed useless he could get his hands on. Human nature was covetous at best, and Severus had found himself vastly amused that a former Gryffindor had seen fit to take advantage of it.

But then, Weasley was hardly your typical Gryffindor in most instances these days. It appeared that having a bit of the wolf in him had made changes in Bill's character and only for the better as far as Severus was concerned. His musings were interrupted by his arrival at his own shop on Diagon to see a small queue awaiting his return. His assistant must still be away for lunch and Severus sighed, as he knew this meant he would need to face those who made his lifestyle possible, despite his distaste for having to pretend to care about what ailed the people who frequented his store.

Sighing, he made his way inside, followed by the group of patrons who had been waiting, and took his place behind the counter, preparing to answer asinine questions from people who really ought to know better by now.

*~*~*

Bill sighed as he looked over his accounts once more. His search for a partner at various places had been fruitless. It appeared he might well have to do without someone permanent to meet his needs and simply take whatever temporary relief could be found. It wasn't what he wanted, but it seemed he'd have little choice.

Fleur had tried – she really had – but she hadn't been able to meet his need to be dominated and in the end, she had left. He couldn't blame her really; after all, she hadn't agreed to become his top, simply his wife. Neither of them had anticipated the needs of what wolf he had within him, particularly as he wasn't a full werewolf. He blamed himself for going through with the marriage, because he'd known, even then, that things were changing for him.

Their lovemaking had lacked something, something it took him a while to pinpoint. Fleur was beautiful, fantastic in bed, but… more often than not he'd been left feeling unsatisfied, as though something vital had been forgotten. In an effort to get what he needed, their lovemaking had gotten rougher, more feral, and after a while, it had become too much for Fleur.

The licking and biting she'd been able to handle – mostly – but his need for her to take charge in the bedroom she had found more difficult. It wasn't in her nature to be in control, rather more to give it, and that hadn't been what Bill wanted or needed. He'd needed someplace, someone, who could and would take control from him, and that had been something she simply couldn't do.

It had taken quite a bit of research before he'd been able to figure out what it was. He summoned the brandy and a glass as he sat back to once more contemplate what he had learned.

Mating season for werewolves began in the winter months, usually around the middle of January and lasted often into the summer. That was when Bill's needs were most evident. It began with what was considered the courtship period; playful wrestling, licking, biting, and progressed into full blown mating; rough and hard and fast. The affection she hadn't seemed to mind, but the rest of it…

No point dwelling on it, Bill decided, and went back to work. He'd try one last time – the Muggle place he'd liked – and if that yielded no results, he'd figure something out then.

*~*~*

Several days later Severus woke with his hand around his cock, frowning at the indignity of a wet dream at his age. Despite his displeasure in apparently regressing to age fifteen, he couldn't stop his hand from moving and bringing himself to completion. Enough was enough. It was time to bring this to its conclusion; time to capture his wolf.

Decision made, Severus dressed and headed into work, opting for leaving his shop in his assistants care for the latter part of the day, and left early to go home and prepare. He decided to pay a visit to Bill's shop halfway home; after all, he enjoyed collecting bits of time as much as the next man, and there was reputedly a cauldron of some age on display in the storefront.

He arrived to find Bill rearranging the display, and took a moment to admire the man's arse as he moved, the material of his trousers snug around a perfectly delicious body. Images from his dream assaulted him then; Bill's body naked and glistening with sweat, arms and legs stretched and secured by rope to the posts of his bed, cock hard and leaking, eyes pleading with Severus for more. He felt his prick twitch in his pants and went inside, making a point to peruse the display on the opposite side of the shop from where Bill was working.

Finished with his display, Bill stretched and ran his eyes over the store. His assistant was in back doing inventory and there was only one person in the shop, someone he had never expected to see. He walked over, being careful not to disguise his movements, as he knew Severus never responded well to stealth, and spoke.

"Severus. I never expected to see you here. I wouldn’t have taken you for someone to care much for the cast-offs of archaeology."

Severus turned and gave Bill a contemptuous smirk. "Even I have desires, Weasley. Surely that's something even your curse afflicted brain can understand."

Bill felt a shiver of annoyance run through him. Trust Snape to turn a simple remark into an insult. "Is there something in particular you need?" Bill asked, determined not to allow Snape's snark to bother him.

"There are many things I require, Weasley," Severus replied, voice smooth as silk. "To which do you refer?" he demanded, running slow eyes over Bill's form, making a point to dwell a fraction too long on the other man's groin. Unsubtle, yes; but he no longer felt the need to wait to make his interest clear.

The wolf in Bill felt that glance like a caress, and he just managed not to shudder. It took a moment for a suitable response to come to Bill, and when he replied, his voice was lower than intended. "Whichever one brought you into my shop."

Severus' eyes glinted and he stepped closer to Bill. "What I desire most cannot be fulfilled in this shop," he purred. "It may however, be addressed elsewhere." Leaning forward so his mouth came level with Bill's ear he purred, "And what of you,Weasley? Have you desires to be met?"

It was a calculated statement, designed to make Bill think of the needs he had, to make Bill wonder what he knew.

The voice in his ear, the scent of the other man, the sheer dominance in his stance had the wolf in Bill quivering in anticipation, and he shook himself internally. What the hell is happening here? Stepping back, Bill said stiffly, "My desires have nothing to do with why you're here. Did you come for something in particular, or simply to annoy me?"

Severus smiled tightly, eyes narrowed. "Indeed, Mr. Weasley," he said, raking his eyes over Bill once more. "I do believe I've found it."

Bill froze. Snape couldn't mean what it sounded like he meant. That was impossible! In all the years he'd known the other man he'd never shown the slightest bit of interest in Bill. "In that case, what can I help you with?" Bill asked, determined to ignore the internal tremors racking his body.

Severus stepped back and produced a small sheet of parchment with directions to his home and handed it to Bill. "My home. Eight o'clock. Tardiness is unacceptable, Mr. Weasley. We shall discuss this then." Turning, he left the shop in a billow of robes, neglecting to give Bill an opportunity to speak, mind plotting exactly how to proceed this evening. He would offer Bill an option to the club he had seen him in, a chance to be given what he needed. It would be up to Bill to accept or decline.

*~*~*

Bill argued with himself for the rest of the day. At five minutes to eight he found himself outside Snape's door, wondering what in the hell he thought he was doing. What if he was wrong and Snape had something else entirely in mind? He turned to go, but the wolf in him balked, and he couldn't take another step. Sighing, he turned to face the door and raised his hand to knock, deciding that if nothing else, he'd know what Snape wanted.

Severus had been aware of Bill's presence the moment he'd Apparated onto his doorstep. He waited patiently for Bill to knock, and then waited a minute more before he finally made his way to the door and opened it. Wordlessly he stepped back to allow Bill entry, then closed the door and led the other man into his den.

"Brandy?" Severus offered. It would have to do, as it was the drink he preferred, and he had nothing else on hand.

Nodding, Bill wordlessly accepted the glass handed to him and took a sip. "Why am I here?" he asked.

"Why did you visit The Dungeon?" Severus countered; naming the place he had first seen Bill.

Bill blinked. "What?"

"Come now, Weasley. Do not play the innocent with me. Why did you visit The Dungeon?"

Bill swallowed hard. He hadn't expected this, and his body reacted to the knowledge he'd been seen in quite a different fashion than he would have thought. The wolf in him sat up and took notice and his body hardened in response. Taking a deep breath, he decided to take a chance.

"I was looking for something, for someone."

"Did you find it?" Severus demanded, well knowing the answer to that question.

"No," Bill replied baldly.

Severus gave Bill a sharp look. "And what, precisely, were you looking for, Mr. Weasley?"

Bill swallowed the last of his drink before he replied. "Something I'm not certain you can give me," he replied softly, wanting to see, to know if they were on the same page, if Severus could be what he needed.

"Is that so?" Severus replied, amusement chasing across his features. "And what would that be, I wonder. Could it be you find yourself needing to relinquish control? To be told what to do and made to do it?" With each word he moved closer to Bill, daring him to move from his position. "You were so very subservient that night, watching with hungry eyes, need rolling off you in palpable waves. Did you think you went unnoticed?" he purred as he stalked slowly around Bill's still form.

Standing behind the other man, close enough for Bill to feel the heat from his body, he continued. "Did you want what you saw that night, Weasley? To be forced to your knees and made to worship the nearest cock? Forced to swallow it down your throat, to suck until your mouth and throat were flooded with semen?" he taunted, voice sex and chocolate on Bill's ear.

Bill hardened further under the rush of images that filled his brain with Severus' words, and the wolf inside rejoiced in the other man's power. He hadn't been mistaken. Severus wanted him, and that thrilled Bill on a primal level, his ruthlessly suppressed attraction for the other man rushing to the surface. The wolf in him wanted to test, to play and to force Severus to give him what Bill wanted, what he was sure Severus wanted to take.

"And you think you can give it to me? Is that it Severus?" Bill challenged, emphasis on the other man's name making it clear that despite the role Bill wished to take, they would be equals in this.

"You think I am unable to meet your needs, Bilius?" Severus sneered. "I think not. I believe you are fully conversant of what I am capable of, or you would not have arrived here this night."

Bill shivered at that. Severus was right; Bill did think Severus could give him what he wanted. He remained silent, curious as to what Severus would do next.

"Remove your clothing," came the unexpected command, the sound of it sliding under Bill's skin, heating his blood. "Now."

Bill stood silent, unmoving, pushing.

"Remove them," Severus hissed, menace and punishment clear in the voice, and Bill found his hands moving to the claps of his robe before he'd realised his intention to obey. His breath came faster, arousal curling through him as his robes fell from his shoulders, revealing the thin t-shirt and tight denims he'd chosen to wear.

Severus moved around Bill and refilled his glass, settling into his chair with the arrogant air of a king, eyes compelling Bill to complete his task.

Definitely, Bill's chin came up as he pulled the shirt over his head, toeing off his shoes and pulling off his socks before he began on the buttons of his jeans, daring to lock eyes with Snape as he pulled them and his pants over his hips and stepped out of them.

"Turn," Severus ordered, licking his lips as he was presented with the lovely sight of Bill's bare arse, the curves of it tempting his hands and bringing the desire to warm the taut flesh. Bill's cock was hard, a tiny drop of precome glistening at the tip, and Severus wanted to taste it, but that could wait.

"Come here," he said firmly, tone broking no disobedience, cock twitching in pleasure as Bill did as he was bid. "Kneel," he added, pleasure lighting his eyes at the sight of Bill Weasley on his knees, body taut with desire and need, challenge still glinting in his eyes.

"Very good, pet," he praised, eyes sweeping the form before him.

Bill looked down at that, pleasure skittering through him at the sound of Severus' voice, the wolf in him howling for joy.

Severus stood and opened the placket of his trousers, not bothering to get undressed, wanting merely to establish his dominance. He lifted Bill's head with two fingers under his head and placed the blunt crown of his cock against Bill's lips. "You will use the word 'Aconite' if I require something with which you are uncomfortable, or if something is outside your experience or desire, is that clear?" he instructed, waiting for the silent nod to be certain he was understood "Suck. If you bite me, you will be punished, if I feel teeth, you will regret it."

Bill opened his mouth and sucked the head of the thick cock pressing at his lips into his mouth, moaning at the feel of it on his tongue. He licked around the ridge, tongue teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves, eyes closing in pleasure as he felt fluid leak onto his tongue.

Severus struggled to keep his breathing even, pleasure shooting from his cock up his spine and he clenched his hands into fists at his side to keep from twisting them in Bill's hair. There would be time for that later, after he came, after he'd driven Bill to within an inch of his life with sensation. Soon enough, Severus could no longer hold back, and pushed hard into Bill's mouth, nearly coming as the other man gagged softly around him before his throat relaxed and he swallowed Severus down.

He did moan then, softly, and his fingers slid gently through Bill's hair as a reward. He felt his orgasm approaching and pulled Bill from his cock, stroking himself slowly. "Tilt your head back," he ordered, voice rough with tension. No sooner had Bill complied than the first spurt erupted from Severus and he changed his angle so he covered Bill's neck in a haphazard necklace, taking the time to smear it around Bill's neck once he was through.

"You will wear my come until such time as you are granted permission to wash it off. I want you to feel it dry around your throat, pulling at your skin, marking you as mine." He watched the shudder sweep Bill's body, and smirked. He pointed in the direction of his bedroom, and said, "Go to the bedroom and place yourself my bed, arse in the air, knees spread shoulder width apart and tucked under you. I will join you in a moment."

Bill felt owned as he stood to follow Severus' instructions. He wanted more – whatever Severus would give him – and he felt collared by the semen drying around his neck. He wanted to be fucked and fucked hard and he was now certain Severus would do it. He didn't know what Severus had planned, but he could hardly wait to find out.

He barely noticed the comfort of the room he entered, eyes only on the large bed and the sturdy posts on each end. He shivered as he imaged being tied face down on that bed, and his cock twitched in sympathy. He crawled onto the bed, knees spread and dropped down to his elbows, arse cheeks spread apart by his position, arsehole teased by the cooler air in the room. He felt vulnerable, and the wolf in him howled.

Severus entered the room a few minutes later, crop in hand, and took in the delicious sight of that beautiful arse spread open for him. His mouth watered and he slid a long fingered hand over Bill's arse cheeks, fingers brushing lightly over the puckered skin. He allowed a fingertip to rub gently at the sensitive flesh, pressing gently at the center, smiling at Bill's choked gasp. Oh yes. I shall enjoy this immensely.

"Brace yourself," he commanded harshly, bringing down the crop in a stinging blow across Bill's arse, the red welt tempting his tongue. Again, and again, twelve blows in succession, and he ran his fingers lightly over the marks, listening to the hiss that greeted the gentle touch.

Bill grit his teeth, the pain lancing through him, causing his erection to lose some of its fullness. The feel of fingers caressing his bruised flesh made him hiss, only to growl as one welt was pinched harshly. He whimpered as something soft and wet dragged its way across the marks, moaning when it stroked across his opening and he realised it was Severus' tongue.

Severus dropped the crop and used his hands to spread Bill wider. "If you move, I will stop. You may be as vocal as you wish, however you are forbidden to move until Igive you permission. If you touch yourself, I will stop and you will return home unfulfilled and wanting. If you understand, say 'Yes, Sir'."

Bill drew in a ragged breath, then another, before he finally managed the correct response. "Yes, Sir," he murmured, the wolf inside him lying plaint and baring its neck.

"Very good, pet," Severus purred, and then speared Bill's arsehole with his tongue, pushing in past the first ring of muscle to tease at the velvet flesh inside. He closed his mouth around the puckered ring of flesh and sucked, feeling Bill's thighs tremble to the side of him as the man struggled to keep still. Pulling his tongue free, he licked and nipped at the sensitive skin, pulling completely away when Bill's hips jerked.

Bill gasped at the abandonment, moaning in need. "Please, Sir. Please… I promise I won't move again. Please don't stop."

Severus made him wait for a full minute – an eternity from Bill's perspective – before he touched him again, teeth dragging lightly across the tiny hole, tongue following the path his teeth had taken.

Bill groaned in pleasure and held his position through sheer will alone, body trembling lightly as he forced himself to stillness, fighting the urge to push back into that wicked tongue with everything he had inside him. He moaned when Severus licked a path to his perineum, sucking Bill's balls one at a time into the hot cavern of his mouth, keening as Severus blew cool air across the wet skin.

He let loose a long wail when a slim finger pressed inside him next to Severus' tongue, and his cock jerked when that finger slid across his prostate. He was begging now, unmindful of how much the slut he sounded, knowing only that he needed to feel Severus inside him; needed to feel the thick cock he'd sucked stretching him open, filling him, taking him, claiming him. He sighed in pleasure when he felt Severus hands on his arse, his thumbs spreading him open, the slick head of Severus' cock pushing against him, into him.

Severus paused, cock snug against Bill's arse. "Is this what you want?" he asked, more formality than anything else.

"Please," Bill begged, hole twitching, gasping as it clasped at the very tip of Severus' prick.

Severus pushed, the head of him slipping past the loosened ring of muscle and stopped, the feel of Bill clamped around him heady. He waited until he heard quiet whimpering, and then slowly pushed until he rested balls deep inside the other man. "Such a delectable arse," he murmured. Pulling back out and pushing in once more, he continued with the soft words of praise. "So hot, so smooth."

Bill groaned, hips pushing back to meet Severus, thankful he wasn't told to remain still, gasping his pleasure as Severus pushed his way into his arse. So good, it felt so fucking good and he couldn't imagine not having this.

"That's it," Severus crooned. "Push back, pet. Harder. Yes, just like that," Severus praised as he slammed into Bill's body, taking him hard and fast. He leaned forward and wrapped his hand around Bill's cock, jerking hard and fast. "Come for me. Milk my orgasm from my cock. Make me come, Bill," he said, approaching orgasm drawing his balls up tight.

Bill gasped and let go, come spilling over Severus' hands, shooting onto the bed, his chest. He moaned in pleasure as he felt himself spasming around Severus, felt Severus pulsing inside him, and his arms gave out with Severus' last pulse, both of them collapsing on the bed. He groaned as Severus pulled himself free and was surprised to find himself rolled onto his back, Severus' wet hand at his lips, the soft command to lick Severus' hand clean more arousing than it should be.

Obediently Bill licked and sucked Severus' hand free of his own come, moaning as he felt his leg pushed up and Severus' tongue sliding inside his body; licking him clean, sucking the come from his body, teeth biting gently at his arse.

Severus slid up the plaint body in his bed and took Bill's lips for the first time; kissing him slowly, deeply, languidly mapping the redhead's mouth, mixing the taste of them both on their tongues. Reluctantly he pulled away and gave Bill a pleased look.

"Well done," he said softly. "You've been most pleasing." He kissed him again swiftly and then stood to procure a wet flannel to clean Bill up. "Do you need anything? Water? A blanket?"

Bill shook his head and opened his arms. "Only for you to hold me. Just for a while," he admitted softly. The wolf in him needed the cuddle, needed the semblance of the pile and he sighed in contentment when Severus gave it to him.

"Rest," Severus commanded. "I will wake you in time for you to return home and prepare for your day tomorrow."

Sated and happy, Bill closed his eyes and did as he was told. He slept.

*~*~*

It was just before closing the next day when a black owl arrived at his window, a small package attached to its foot. Carefully, Bill removed the package and opened it, gasping at the soft leather collar he found inside. He picked up the piece of parchment resting under the collar and his heart beat faster as he read.

If you wish to continue this, and to discuss a long term arrangement, come to my home tonight dressed in the leather trousers you wore to The Dungeon, this collar and your robes. If you do not wish to continue this, return the collar to me.

Severus

Bill's hand shook with excitement as he fed the owl a treat and sent it off. It appeared he had found what he was seeking after all, and hoped that with time, it would become more than an arrangement. Filled with anticipation, Bill left his shop and hurried home. He showered, shaved and dressed as directed, the leather snug around his throat. He smiled as he pulled his robe closed and locked and warded his home.

He was hard as he Apparated to Severus' cottage, head bowed as he knocked and waited to be admitted by his Alpha. The wolf inside him growled in contentment as Severus opened the door.

~ Fin ~

Original request:Snape/Bill. Post-War preferred with Bill marred from Fenrir's attack. I'd like a scenario were Snape and Bill come together some years after, both doing relatively well (no one living in abject poverty, suffering, hampered in their freedom) but looking for a "special" relationship and finding it with each other. Slow build-up, plot and plausible characterization would be wonderful. D/s, collaring, marking, with Snape as the dominant and an enthusiastic, sexy and non-wimpy sub Bill. Using Bill's werewolf-inflicted injuries as plot-point for his kinks and needs is alright. If that's the case he may even be with Fleur but needing someone else to "tame him" so having a play-relationship with Severus. I adore a verbally talented, snarky, sarcastic, clever, dominant, manipulative Snape. Lots of your kinks made me squee and hoping I'd be able to get a story from you: especially verbal domination and on the knees for blowjobs made me drool. Go wild with whatever you like ^_^ it sounds all phantastic.