LMOM: Collared- Part 4
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katekintailTitle: Collared Part 4
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Collaring, BDSM
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets.
Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves.
Word Count: 782
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Flashback- 1980
It took Remus a few moments to get through the front door, given the numerous complicated locks. But, once he was inside, he spotted Sirius on their sofa. The dark-haired man jumped up at once, looking excited. “How did it go?”
Remus shook his head. “Didn’t get the job.”
Sirius’ face fell. “Screw them.”
Collapsing onto the sofa with a sigh, “No thanks. Would rather screw you.”
And that was when history’s largest grin spread across Sirius’ face. “Then I think I have something to make you feel better.” He led Remus by the hand into the bedroom. He ran to the bed and grabbed something Remus had never seen before: a collar. More specifically, a gorgeous, black leather collar with small metal studs embedded in it. The inside was padded with something soft-looking—plush or velvet. And opposite the buckle was a metal circle, perfect for attaching a leash.
Remus salivated at the sight. He had mentioned having a collar to Sirius off and on for years now, ever since they’d made up after the prank and grown serious as a couple. Every full moon, Padfoot stayed at his side, keeping him from doing harm. And every morning after the full moon he woke up in Sirius’ arms. It hadn’t taken them long to begin dating exclusively. After Hogwarts, they had moved in together and had never been happier. The missions they went on with the Order were life-threatening; they could die at any moment, but Remus would have chosen no other man to watch his back. Remus’ trust in Sirius had never been stronger and he wanted something that would show that.
In his opinion, it was the perfect time to be collared. He could just imagine the feel of this collar as Sirius slipped it onto his neck. He could already hear the sound of it being buckled and the way Sirius’ warm fingers would feel on the back of his neck. He wanted Sirius to claim him with the collar, make him his possession.
It would open up an entire world of play, a whole new dynamic to what they were. He would be able to trust Sirius to do anything with his body, knowing Remus’ desires and needs, his kinks and his limitations. The whole idea of being able to trust anyone so intrinsically was so stimulating and wonderful. Remus could picture Sirius standing there, leash in hand, as a line, connecting them together. Remus would get down on his hands and knees, naked, healing at Sirius’ side, showing his total, utter, and complete submission to the one man who meant the world to him. And Sirius would accept him, flaws and scars and all. Sirius would want him, command him, protect him, love him. Belonging was the one thing Remus had always wanted.
Before Remus could sink to his knees in submission and accept that most beautiful gift, he caught sight of something else on the bed. Or, rather, another something.
Sirius reached over and grabbed a second collar. “I got two, so we could match!”
And that’s when Remus’ heart sank right down into his stomach. “Pads, I didn’t want one as a fashion statement. A collar is about submission, belonging. I want to be yours.”
“And I want to be yours,” Sirius said, shrugging. He fingered the identical collar. “We’re both canines, after all. Why can’t we be equals? Just think of how we’ll look wanking each other wearing matching collars.”
He obviously noticed the look of devastation on Remus’ face. “They’re like rings that straight couples wear. They mean we belong to each other. You belong to me, and I belong to you.”
Remus gave him a weak smile. It wasn’t precisely what he’d had in mind, but he couldn’t deny the sentiment behind it. “All right, Pads. Thank you. I love it. Put… it on me?”
He still got to feel Sirius’ fingers at the back of his neck. He still got to feel the tight, reassuring grip of a collar around his throat. He still got to strip down to nothing but the collar and kneel at Sirius’ feet.
But he also got to lie down in their bed with Sirius. He got to kiss Sirius’ lips and trail soft kisses down Sirius’ chin and neck, over the leather, to the nape of the neck. He got to fasten a clasp on both collars, linking them, tying them close together. He got to slip his fingers around Sirius’ collar and hold on firmly as he lifted his legs and took Sirius’ lovely thrusts in him.
And he got to snuggle up in Sirius’ warm arms when it was over.
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Collaring, BDSM
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets.
Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves.
Word Count: 782
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
It took Remus a few moments to get through the front door, given the numerous complicated locks. But, once he was inside, he spotted Sirius on their sofa. The dark-haired man jumped up at once, looking excited. “How did it go?”
Remus shook his head. “Didn’t get the job.”
Sirius’ face fell. “Screw them.”
Collapsing onto the sofa with a sigh, “No thanks. Would rather screw you.”
And that was when history’s largest grin spread across Sirius’ face. “Then I think I have something to make you feel better.” He led Remus by the hand into the bedroom. He ran to the bed and grabbed something Remus had never seen before: a collar. More specifically, a gorgeous, black leather collar with small metal studs embedded in it. The inside was padded with something soft-looking—plush or velvet. And opposite the buckle was a metal circle, perfect for attaching a leash.
Remus salivated at the sight. He had mentioned having a collar to Sirius off and on for years now, ever since they’d made up after the prank and grown serious as a couple. Every full moon, Padfoot stayed at his side, keeping him from doing harm. And every morning after the full moon he woke up in Sirius’ arms. It hadn’t taken them long to begin dating exclusively. After Hogwarts, they had moved in together and had never been happier. The missions they went on with the Order were life-threatening; they could die at any moment, but Remus would have chosen no other man to watch his back. Remus’ trust in Sirius had never been stronger and he wanted something that would show that.
In his opinion, it was the perfect time to be collared. He could just imagine the feel of this collar as Sirius slipped it onto his neck. He could already hear the sound of it being buckled and the way Sirius’ warm fingers would feel on the back of his neck. He wanted Sirius to claim him with the collar, make him his possession.
It would open up an entire world of play, a whole new dynamic to what they were. He would be able to trust Sirius to do anything with his body, knowing Remus’ desires and needs, his kinks and his limitations. The whole idea of being able to trust anyone so intrinsically was so stimulating and wonderful. Remus could picture Sirius standing there, leash in hand, as a line, connecting them together. Remus would get down on his hands and knees, naked, healing at Sirius’ side, showing his total, utter, and complete submission to the one man who meant the world to him. And Sirius would accept him, flaws and scars and all. Sirius would want him, command him, protect him, love him. Belonging was the one thing Remus had always wanted.
Before Remus could sink to his knees in submission and accept that most beautiful gift, he caught sight of something else on the bed. Or, rather, another something.
Sirius reached over and grabbed a second collar. “I got two, so we could match!”
And that’s when Remus’ heart sank right down into his stomach. “Pads, I didn’t want one as a fashion statement. A collar is about submission, belonging. I want to be yours.”
“And I want to be yours,” Sirius said, shrugging. He fingered the identical collar. “We’re both canines, after all. Why can’t we be equals? Just think of how we’ll look wanking each other wearing matching collars.”
He obviously noticed the look of devastation on Remus’ face. “They’re like rings that straight couples wear. They mean we belong to each other. You belong to me, and I belong to you.”
Remus gave him a weak smile. It wasn’t precisely what he’d had in mind, but he couldn’t deny the sentiment behind it. “All right, Pads. Thank you. I love it. Put… it on me?”
He still got to feel Sirius’ fingers at the back of his neck. He still got to feel the tight, reassuring grip of a collar around his throat. He still got to strip down to nothing but the collar and kneel at Sirius’ feet.
But he also got to lie down in their bed with Sirius. He got to kiss Sirius’ lips and trail soft kisses down Sirius’ chin and neck, over the leather, to the nape of the neck. He got to fasten a clasp on both collars, linking them, tying them close together. He got to slip his fingers around Sirius’ collar and hold on firmly as he lifted his legs and took Sirius’ lovely thrusts in him.
And he got to snuggle up in Sirius’ warm arms when it was over.