LMOM: Collared- Part 19
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katekintailTitle: Collared Part 19
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: mentions previous bad stuff that happened to Remus
Pairing: Remus/Snape?
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: 671
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
After waking the next morning, Snape checked the guest bedroom. It was empty and the bed was neatly made as though he hadn’t slept in it. Snape half expected to walk down the stairs into the kitchen to find Remus still kneeling there, waiting for Snape to use his mouth. But the kitchen was empty. A glance in the fridge and the cupboard told Snape Remus hadn’t fixed a large breakfast. In fact, it looked like maybe Remus hadn’t eaten anything at all. If Remus had been planning on running away after last night, he should have been smart enough to steal some food to take with him. Snape made himself toast and, eating it dry, searched the house for his new guest.
He didn’t have to look far. Snape found Remus in the living room, sitting by the front door in his red wizard robes. He had fallen asleep with his back to the wall, head tilted forward so his chin practically met his chest. His arms were wrapped around his middle, hugging himself to stay warm or to stay comforted—possibly both—and his legs were pulled up, bent at the knees as if his body were hiding behind them.
Snape went over to the couch and retrieved the blanket draped over the back. He walked over and put it over Remus, who gave a start, waking immediately. He looked up at Snape, then at the door, expectantly, then at Snape again.
The Ministry had treated him as an animal. They’d sold him to awful people. They’d practically starved him. And those werewolves, with their twisted pack logic, had thought he belonged there? Sure, Snape blamed Remus for a whole world of hurt, but the man didn’t deserve that place. “I’m not kicking you out. And I have absolutely no intention of taking you back to that dreadful Market place.”
Remus looked again at the door. Then he hugged the blanket more tightly around himself.
“I’m going to make breakfast. Enough for two. You don’t have to eat with me, but you do have to eat.” He turned and left, his robes swishing as he went. He knew he was being dramatic, but at least that would get Remus’ attention.
He was nearly done by the time Remus entered the kitchen. Snape motioned for Remus to take a seat at the small table across from him. Breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs, grapefruit halves, and more toast. Remus looked down at it when Snape set it on the table and kept looking at it. Remus picked at his food, not because it was bad, but for some other reason Snape couldn’t figure out. Remus had to have been hungry; he looked like he was starving to death.
Snape put his fork down and reached over to touch the back of Remus’ hand. Remus was not startled and did not flinch when he was touched. But he did look up into Snape’s black eyes and smiled. He looked at ease now. Snape sighed inwardly, careful not to let Remus see. “Here’s how it’s going to work,” Snape explained. “You’re here as my guest, and guests in my home eat. And they sleep in beds, not on the floor of my foyer. I collared you, and I can use you as I like. There are certainly things I’ll need from you. But for now, just eat, all right?”
His eyes still trained on Sirius, Remus nodded once. Then he reached for a fork. When Snape pulled his hand back, Remus stopped eating and became agitated, nervously looking down at his lap. So Snape scooted closer and kept his hand on Remus’ arm or shoulder, maintaining the contact the man seemed to need to keep his body calm.
There was no reason that Snape could think of that would cause Remus to feel comforted by him. But he’d heard of hurt animals bonding with stronger ones to stay safe. Snape just wasn’t sure which he was—the weak one or the strong one.
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: mentions previous bad stuff that happened to Remus
Pairing: Remus/Snape?
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: 671
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
After waking the next morning, Snape checked the guest bedroom. It was empty and the bed was neatly made as though he hadn’t slept in it. Snape half expected to walk down the stairs into the kitchen to find Remus still kneeling there, waiting for Snape to use his mouth. But the kitchen was empty. A glance in the fridge and the cupboard told Snape Remus hadn’t fixed a large breakfast. In fact, it looked like maybe Remus hadn’t eaten anything at all. If Remus had been planning on running away after last night, he should have been smart enough to steal some food to take with him. Snape made himself toast and, eating it dry, searched the house for his new guest.
He didn’t have to look far. Snape found Remus in the living room, sitting by the front door in his red wizard robes. He had fallen asleep with his back to the wall, head tilted forward so his chin practically met his chest. His arms were wrapped around his middle, hugging himself to stay warm or to stay comforted—possibly both—and his legs were pulled up, bent at the knees as if his body were hiding behind them.
Snape went over to the couch and retrieved the blanket draped over the back. He walked over and put it over Remus, who gave a start, waking immediately. He looked up at Snape, then at the door, expectantly, then at Snape again.
The Ministry had treated him as an animal. They’d sold him to awful people. They’d practically starved him. And those werewolves, with their twisted pack logic, had thought he belonged there? Sure, Snape blamed Remus for a whole world of hurt, but the man didn’t deserve that place. “I’m not kicking you out. And I have absolutely no intention of taking you back to that dreadful Market place.”
Remus looked again at the door. Then he hugged the blanket more tightly around himself.
“I’m going to make breakfast. Enough for two. You don’t have to eat with me, but you do have to eat.” He turned and left, his robes swishing as he went. He knew he was being dramatic, but at least that would get Remus’ attention.
He was nearly done by the time Remus entered the kitchen. Snape motioned for Remus to take a seat at the small table across from him. Breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs, grapefruit halves, and more toast. Remus looked down at it when Snape set it on the table and kept looking at it. Remus picked at his food, not because it was bad, but for some other reason Snape couldn’t figure out. Remus had to have been hungry; he looked like he was starving to death.
Snape put his fork down and reached over to touch the back of Remus’ hand. Remus was not startled and did not flinch when he was touched. But he did look up into Snape’s black eyes and smiled. He looked at ease now. Snape sighed inwardly, careful not to let Remus see. “Here’s how it’s going to work,” Snape explained. “You’re here as my guest, and guests in my home eat. And they sleep in beds, not on the floor of my foyer. I collared you, and I can use you as I like. There are certainly things I’ll need from you. But for now, just eat, all right?”
His eyes still trained on Sirius, Remus nodded once. Then he reached for a fork. When Snape pulled his hand back, Remus stopped eating and became agitated, nervously looking down at his lap. So Snape scooted closer and kept his hand on Remus’ arm or shoulder, maintaining the contact the man seemed to need to keep his body calm.
There was no reason that Snape could think of that would cause Remus to feel comforted by him. But he’d heard of hurt animals bonding with stronger ones to stay safe. Snape just wasn’t sure which he was—the weak one or the strong one.