LMOM: Collared- Part 20
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katekintailTitle: Collared Part 20
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: mentions previous bad stuff that happened to Remus, spanking?, oral sex?
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: 1,561
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
“I have some grading to do this morning. I would prefer not to be disturbed until I’m finished.” Snape set the breakfast dishes in the sink and headed into the living room. He took a seat on the couch and realized, a second later, that Remus had not only been right behind him the whole time but was now kneeling at Snape’s feet.
The obedient dog thing was not Snape’s thing, but apparently it had been someone’s. “Lupin,” Snape said, trying not to sound frustrated about it, “Get up.” Remus sprang to his feet, unable to hide a small grimace as he moved his hurt body too quickly. Apparently Remus still had some healing to do… in more ways than one.
Snape guided Remus over to the armchair and sat him down. “Here,” he said, grabbing any random book from the nearby shelves. “Why don’t you just sit and read?” Remus hesitated and just stared at the book in front of him. “You had your nose stuck in a book all the time back in school.” Remus did not take the book. In fact, he shrunk back from it as if it would hurt him. “What? You don’t like it?”
Remus stared at it, his eyes watering, but instinctively drew back, pressing himself hard against the back of the armchair. Snape recognized that look; he’d seen it on his mother’s face far too many times. “I’m not going to hit you with this.” He set it down on the arm of the chair. It made no sound as the cover touched the cushioned arm, but Snape could hear the sound of a leather-bound volume hitting bare skin. “I’m not going to hit you at all.” At this, Remus’ head whipped up, staring imploringly at Snape. Snape did not budge, but he did attempt to change the subject. “I thought you would enjoy reading it. You do still like to read?” Remus nodded. “And you haven’t yet read this book?” Remus shook his head. “Would you like to?” Anxiously, Remus glanced from the book to Snape and back again. He grew more agitated by the second. Finally Snape couldn’t stand it. “I’m commanding you to pick up this book and read it, Lupin. And if you don’t like it, choose another off my shelf. Am I being clear?”
With a nod, Remus picked up the book. He gently opened it and turned through the title pages and chapter listing to the first page. With another anxious look at Snape, who was sitting back down to grade, Remus began to read the book.
Snape marked the remaining papers more quickly than he would have normally, not feeling completely at ease with this arrangement. Remus didn’t seem to understand his place there, not that Snape could blame him. He didn’t really know why he had bought Remus either. He had avoided the man on purpose at first. It was one thing to own a werewolf, but quite another to own a former classmate… one that had once nearly killed him. But after seeing the pitiful state Remus had been in, he felt as if he had no choice.
When he finished with the assignments, he stood up and stretched. Remus immediately closed the book and rose as well, ready to follow Snape wherever he was planning to go. Almost amused, Snape wondered what would happen if he went to use the loo just then. “I have some boxes downstairs I need to bring up. They’re fragile so I can’t use magic.” And Remus, with his collar on, couldn’t use magic either. “If you would like to help me…”
Snape needn’t have asked. He wasn’t halfway across the room when Remus practically scampered after him to help. “Take it easy,” Snape told him. “I don’t want you tiring yourself out.”
They spent three quarters of an hour making trips up and down the stairs. The boxes, full of bottled potions and various ingredients, were neither large nor heavy, but there were a hundred of them. Remus took an amazing amount of care with the boxes while not dawdling or stopping to rest once. He treated each as if it were delicate, making sure it was safe on the stack before releasing it. He didn’t seem to care what the boxes were, only that they were Snape’s. He seemed so eager to help.
Actually, he seemed too eager to help. Before Snape knew what was happening, Remus had doubled over, coughing and gasping for air. He gently hugged the box to his chest to keep it from falling, breaking. He put all his concentration into the box, leaving his body to jerk about helplessly, weakly.
Slightly frustrated, Snape took the box and piled it with the others against the wall. “You’re done for the time being. Go to the living room and relax, Lupin. I’ll get you some water.” Remus just stood there, wheezing and coughing deeply. Snape put a hand on his back and pushed him in the direction of the living room.
He’d been stupid to let Remus do this; he knew that now. The man was in absolutely no condition to be carting boxes up stairs. He probably should have been in bed still. In bed with a book and a cup of tea… it sounded so good that Snape half wished he didn’t have any work to do and could follow suit. Snape filled a glass with cold water and returned to the living room at once. He froze at the sight before him.
Remus stood in the far corner of the living room, his nose pressed to the wall and his robes up under his armpits. His bare legs were spread wide and his arsecheeks were clenched, ready to take a dozen straps or more if needed. Snape could see the man’s balls and cock hanging there limply, and he had to work to take his gaze off them. Snape had seen this position of submission before from werewolves at the Market and knew Remus expected to be disciplined for letting his owner down.
He couldn’t have been more wrong. Snape stormed over and pulled Remus’ robes down, hiding the brutally scarred and damaged behind from sight. Remus turned and took hold of Snape’s hand. He guided it swiftly, smoothly, to his rear. He didn’t just expect to be punished—he wanted to be punished.
Snape pried his hand away with disgust. “For Merlin’s sake, Lupin! I’m not going to hit you just because you got a little tired.”
With his nose still pressed to the wall, Remus began to shake. His teeth chattered, his body shuddered, and tears leaked from his eyes. Snape went to touch him, comfort him, then thought better of it and hung back. “What… did they do to you?” he whispered. “You weren’t gone for all that long. I know, because I went by every single day. What did your owners do to you to make you this bad in such a short period of time?” He paused, wondering if Remus had been broken long before even getting his first owner. The war had done horrendous things to them all.
Snape reached out and took Remus by the shoulders. He guided the man to the sofa and sat down beside him. He offered the glass of water then pulled back. In mid-sip, Remus started getting anxious again. His breathing increased, his lip trembled, his body bounced in place. But when Snape touched him again, Remus calmed almost instantly. With a deep sigh, “It was my fault. You’re just getting over being ill. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.” Remus looked up at him, blinking, and shook his head. “I’m your owner. I should have known your limits.” He touched Remus’ collar, his fingers sliding from warm skin to warm leather and back again. “You should get some rest now.”
Remus swallowed another mouthful of water, handed the glass back to Snape, then flopped down in place on the sofa. He curled up on his side with his head in Snape’s lap like a pillow.
Snape gave a start, hands up, not sure what to do about this. He had meant, of course, that Remus should go up to bed and take a nap there. But Remus looked so calm and contented all of a sudden he didn’t know what to do except allow the intimacy to continue.
And then it happened. Remus must have felt Snape’s lap react to the warmth and presence, because Remus began nuzzling. He rubbed his face into Snape’s crotch. And Snape’s cock reacted by rising and hardening and rubbing right back. Snape closed his eyes, leaned back, and moaned. How long had it been? Remus ran his cheek up and down along the long shaft. How good would it feel? Remus breathed out warmly, making Snape tingle. How could he say no?
“No.” Snape reached down and, somehow, eased Remus’ head back. “Not now, Lupin. You need to rest.” He knew he could easily slide out from under Remus, substituting a couch cushion for his lap. He knew he should do just that. But he didn’t. Remus gave it a second or two, and then he nuzzled his face into Snape’s crotch again. Snape tried his best to control himself. Luckily, Remus fell asleep before it could go any further.
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: mentions previous bad stuff that happened to Remus, spanking?, oral sex?
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: 1,561
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
“I have some grading to do this morning. I would prefer not to be disturbed until I’m finished.” Snape set the breakfast dishes in the sink and headed into the living room. He took a seat on the couch and realized, a second later, that Remus had not only been right behind him the whole time but was now kneeling at Snape’s feet.
The obedient dog thing was not Snape’s thing, but apparently it had been someone’s. “Lupin,” Snape said, trying not to sound frustrated about it, “Get up.” Remus sprang to his feet, unable to hide a small grimace as he moved his hurt body too quickly. Apparently Remus still had some healing to do… in more ways than one.
Snape guided Remus over to the armchair and sat him down. “Here,” he said, grabbing any random book from the nearby shelves. “Why don’t you just sit and read?” Remus hesitated and just stared at the book in front of him. “You had your nose stuck in a book all the time back in school.” Remus did not take the book. In fact, he shrunk back from it as if it would hurt him. “What? You don’t like it?”
Remus stared at it, his eyes watering, but instinctively drew back, pressing himself hard against the back of the armchair. Snape recognized that look; he’d seen it on his mother’s face far too many times. “I’m not going to hit you with this.” He set it down on the arm of the chair. It made no sound as the cover touched the cushioned arm, but Snape could hear the sound of a leather-bound volume hitting bare skin. “I’m not going to hit you at all.” At this, Remus’ head whipped up, staring imploringly at Snape. Snape did not budge, but he did attempt to change the subject. “I thought you would enjoy reading it. You do still like to read?” Remus nodded. “And you haven’t yet read this book?” Remus shook his head. “Would you like to?” Anxiously, Remus glanced from the book to Snape and back again. He grew more agitated by the second. Finally Snape couldn’t stand it. “I’m commanding you to pick up this book and read it, Lupin. And if you don’t like it, choose another off my shelf. Am I being clear?”
With a nod, Remus picked up the book. He gently opened it and turned through the title pages and chapter listing to the first page. With another anxious look at Snape, who was sitting back down to grade, Remus began to read the book.
Snape marked the remaining papers more quickly than he would have normally, not feeling completely at ease with this arrangement. Remus didn’t seem to understand his place there, not that Snape could blame him. He didn’t really know why he had bought Remus either. He had avoided the man on purpose at first. It was one thing to own a werewolf, but quite another to own a former classmate… one that had once nearly killed him. But after seeing the pitiful state Remus had been in, he felt as if he had no choice.
When he finished with the assignments, he stood up and stretched. Remus immediately closed the book and rose as well, ready to follow Snape wherever he was planning to go. Almost amused, Snape wondered what would happen if he went to use the loo just then. “I have some boxes downstairs I need to bring up. They’re fragile so I can’t use magic.” And Remus, with his collar on, couldn’t use magic either. “If you would like to help me…”
Snape needn’t have asked. He wasn’t halfway across the room when Remus practically scampered after him to help. “Take it easy,” Snape told him. “I don’t want you tiring yourself out.”
They spent three quarters of an hour making trips up and down the stairs. The boxes, full of bottled potions and various ingredients, were neither large nor heavy, but there were a hundred of them. Remus took an amazing amount of care with the boxes while not dawdling or stopping to rest once. He treated each as if it were delicate, making sure it was safe on the stack before releasing it. He didn’t seem to care what the boxes were, only that they were Snape’s. He seemed so eager to help.
Actually, he seemed too eager to help. Before Snape knew what was happening, Remus had doubled over, coughing and gasping for air. He gently hugged the box to his chest to keep it from falling, breaking. He put all his concentration into the box, leaving his body to jerk about helplessly, weakly.
Slightly frustrated, Snape took the box and piled it with the others against the wall. “You’re done for the time being. Go to the living room and relax, Lupin. I’ll get you some water.” Remus just stood there, wheezing and coughing deeply. Snape put a hand on his back and pushed him in the direction of the living room.
He’d been stupid to let Remus do this; he knew that now. The man was in absolutely no condition to be carting boxes up stairs. He probably should have been in bed still. In bed with a book and a cup of tea… it sounded so good that Snape half wished he didn’t have any work to do and could follow suit. Snape filled a glass with cold water and returned to the living room at once. He froze at the sight before him.
Remus stood in the far corner of the living room, his nose pressed to the wall and his robes up under his armpits. His bare legs were spread wide and his arsecheeks were clenched, ready to take a dozen straps or more if needed. Snape could see the man’s balls and cock hanging there limply, and he had to work to take his gaze off them. Snape had seen this position of submission before from werewolves at the Market and knew Remus expected to be disciplined for letting his owner down.
He couldn’t have been more wrong. Snape stormed over and pulled Remus’ robes down, hiding the brutally scarred and damaged behind from sight. Remus turned and took hold of Snape’s hand. He guided it swiftly, smoothly, to his rear. He didn’t just expect to be punished—he wanted to be punished.
Snape pried his hand away with disgust. “For Merlin’s sake, Lupin! I’m not going to hit you just because you got a little tired.”
With his nose still pressed to the wall, Remus began to shake. His teeth chattered, his body shuddered, and tears leaked from his eyes. Snape went to touch him, comfort him, then thought better of it and hung back. “What… did they do to you?” he whispered. “You weren’t gone for all that long. I know, because I went by every single day. What did your owners do to you to make you this bad in such a short period of time?” He paused, wondering if Remus had been broken long before even getting his first owner. The war had done horrendous things to them all.
Snape reached out and took Remus by the shoulders. He guided the man to the sofa and sat down beside him. He offered the glass of water then pulled back. In mid-sip, Remus started getting anxious again. His breathing increased, his lip trembled, his body bounced in place. But when Snape touched him again, Remus calmed almost instantly. With a deep sigh, “It was my fault. You’re just getting over being ill. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.” Remus looked up at him, blinking, and shook his head. “I’m your owner. I should have known your limits.” He touched Remus’ collar, his fingers sliding from warm skin to warm leather and back again. “You should get some rest now.”
Remus swallowed another mouthful of water, handed the glass back to Snape, then flopped down in place on the sofa. He curled up on his side with his head in Snape’s lap like a pillow.
Snape gave a start, hands up, not sure what to do about this. He had meant, of course, that Remus should go up to bed and take a nap there. But Remus looked so calm and contented all of a sudden he didn’t know what to do except allow the intimacy to continue.
And then it happened. Remus must have felt Snape’s lap react to the warmth and presence, because Remus began nuzzling. He rubbed his face into Snape’s crotch. And Snape’s cock reacted by rising and hardening and rubbing right back. Snape closed his eyes, leaned back, and moaned. How long had it been? Remus ran his cheek up and down along the long shaft. How good would it feel? Remus breathed out warmly, making Snape tingle. How could he say no?
“No.” Snape reached down and, somehow, eased Remus’ head back. “Not now, Lupin. You need to rest.” He knew he could easily slide out from under Remus, substituting a couch cushion for his lap. He knew he should do just that. But he didn’t. Remus gave it a second or two, and then he nuzzled his face into Snape’s crotch again. Snape tried his best to control himself. Luckily, Remus fell asleep before it could go any further.