LMOM: Collared- Part 28
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katekintailTitle: Collared Part 28
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Mentions wanking
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: 1,758
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Sharp teeth gnashing. Amber eyes gleaming. Fur standing on end. Snape stood there, petrified with fear, facing his demise and not being able to do a thing about it.
Snape woke in the middle of the night with a start. He was flushed, burning, overheated under the covers and trapped there next to Remus. Remus’ arms were around him, but he pushed them off to give his chest some room to breathe. He sat up, turned, and hunched over, sitting on the edge of his bed to try to catch his breath. Control escaped him, and when he stared into the darkness of his bedroom, all he saw was how a werewolf might jump out at him.
Remus reached out and touched Snape’s back, and Snape jumped up, scared to death. His breathing raced and heart pounded and neither was soothed by the image of the uncollared and potentially dangerous werewolf in his bed. Remus patted the bed beside him, signaling to Snape to come lie back down with him. But Snape shook his head and backed into the wall.
“I don’t want to sleep with you tonight,” Snape said. “Please, just get out.” True as it was, Snape refused to give Remus the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line. Luckily, he did not have to.
Remus got up. He looked longingly at the bed as Snape lay back down in it. Snape rolled over onto his side again, turning his back to Remus and the door and trying to calm himself down, though he didn’t want to go back to sleep. Sleep meant more nightmares, more memories. He lay in bed, pinching himself repeatedly to keep from falling back to sleep.
*
In the morning, Snape felt exhausted. He had drifted off, inevitably, but not for very long and not in a particularly deep sleep. His whole body ached with stiffness and fatigue. Snape pulled himself out of bed and fell over something on his floor. “Lupin!” he exclaimed, picking himself up. He knew he sounded angry—and he did in fact feel pretty angry—but he was more surprised and startled. “I thought I told you to go.” Remus looked up, rubbing his side where Snape’s foot had made contact. When his gaze met Snape’s, Remus shrunk back in fear.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Snape said, completely unable to even fathom doing anything his father had done. “I’d never hurt you. You just startled me there, that’s all.” Snape paused, thinking. He hadn’t specifically told Remus to go sleep in the guest room. So he had ended up as close to Snape as possible without being in bed.
“I’m going to go shower. And, before you ask…“ though he so wished Remus would ask, because that would mean he would be talking, “no, you cannot join me in the shower.”
Snape yawned and stretched in the shower, trying to wake himself up. This whole situation was such a mess. He had thought he was getting somewhere with Remus. He had thought Remus was getting better. But now they were right back where they’d started. Actually, they were worse, because Remus seemed even more attached to him now and didn’t even have a collar to explain the bond. They had been intimate. Merlin’s beard, they had even kissed. And what kisses they had been, too.
Snape’s hand slid down his chest and grabbed his cock. The shower spray pelted down on his privates and he breathed out deeply. But it didn’t feel as good as it had when Remus was touching it. He wanted Remus back, and he had hoped that by setting Remus free, Remus would choose to stay. But he didn’t like how Remus had reacted. He gave serious thought to tossing off in the shower, but he felt ill as he remembered watching Remus do just that… and remembered telling Remus about it. So he let go of his cock and stretched again. Then he reached for the soap.
When he was finished with his shower, Snape dressed and headed down to eat breakfast… which he found already cooked and laid out for him on the table. Remus stood beside the table, beaming with pride. Scrambled eggs, buttered toast triangles, halved grapefruit, syrup-soaked sausages, black coffee, and a full glass of milk. There was only one place setting at the table, and it was clearly meant for Snape. In case Snape couldn’t figure it out, Remus repeatedly gestured toward the chair. Snape sat down and Remus immediately put a napkin in his lap then knelt down beside Snape like an obedient dog waiting for table scraps.
Snape set his elbow on the table and dropped his face into his hand. “Lupin, you don’t have to do all this.” Such a show, a production—it was entirely unnecessary. Moreover, it was a bit absurd. He looked down at Remus and saw nothingness in the man’s eyes. Snape sighed. “Are you hungry?” Remus still looked blank, so Snape put his hand down and snapped loudly to get his attention. “I said, are you hungry?” Remus nodded and, instead of getting up to fix himself some breakfast, he dropped his mouth open and closed his eyes. Snape closed his own for a second, shaking his head. “Oh for goodness sakes, Lupin.” He shoved a piece of toast halfway into Remus’ mouth. Then he grabbed the man and guided him into a chair at the table. He retrieved a fork and plate from the dish drainer and set aside half his breakfast—he kept some of the eggs, one piece of toast, the grapefruit, and coffee. Remus was the one with the sweet tooth. “I have plenty,” Snape said when Remus hesitated. “Eat.” Remus obeyed the command.
*
Snape held a small vial up in front of his face so he could fill it to the marked line with bubbling green liquid. His mind wandered to Remus, to how he could fix the mistakes, to what he might do to help Remus, to what he could do get it back to where they were, and he over-filled the vial. He swore and turned to pour a little out into the bowl, and he bumped into Remus.
Remus stood beside him, not knowing what to do to help Snape in his workroom, but wanting to stay close to Snape.
He appreciated the affection, but this was getting ridiculous. “Lupin, would you please give me some space to work?”
Looking hurt, Remus took a single step back.
Snape went back to work, measuring, adding things to the cauldron, adjusting the flame height. The potion he was working on kept solidifying before it could react with the wormwood. A lower boiling point might just do the trick. He measured out a few spoonfuls of finely-grated beetle shell and turned to add it to the cauldron where he was preparing a fresh batch.
But Remus was standing right there and Snape bumped into him. Remus tried to move out of the way before Snape could scold him, but he only succeeded in catching his hand in the fire. Remus jumped and whimpered, clutching his hand in the other and curling around it, shielding it with his body.
At once, Snape went for a plant on the back shelf. He pulled off one of the spikes and wrapped his arm around Remus to hold him in place. “Let me see your hand,” he said softly.
Remus didn’t seem to want to move his hand, but his trust in Snape overrode his better judgment. His hand shook as he held it out and Snape immediately squeezed some aloe over the wound. It wasn’t a bad burn. It had barely touched him. It was red and didn’t look great, but it would heal well if he took care of it. “It’ll be all right,” Snape soothed as Remus continued to whimper. Snape stroked the non-burnt part of Remus’ hand and the man quieted at once. So they were back to this again. Back to the touching and the comforting and getting to know what their dynamic would be like. Except that Snape already knew. Being with Remus had felt so damn good. He thought it was what he had wanted. And then he had gone and ruined it by changing things.
Remus looked down at his injured hand and hesitated only a second before reaching for the beetle shell powder. He held it out like a peace offering, a look of worry on his face. When Snape didn’t immediately reach for it, he whimpered and moved away.
And that’s when Snape realized exactly what he had done wrong. He had thought taking off the collar would help Remus. Remus had seemed to be getting so much better. Sure, the man might still have feelings for his ex, but Snape had baggage too and he had honestly thought Remus was falling for him maybe just a little. He had thought that taking off the collar would give Remus his independence back. Remus would be able to speak again and make his own decisions again. Remus would finally be able to tell him what he really needed to finish healing.
But now Snape realized that Remus had seen the collar removal as a punishment. He had thought it meant he had failed as a submissive. He had thought it had something to do with his feelings for Sirius and his honesty. And now he was trying to prove that he could serve Snape well, even if he still had feelings for someone else. Having his security and position taken away from him was a punishment worse than any spanking or beating he could have received. Worse for Remus than being used was the feeling of not being wanted.
“Lupin,” Snape said, taking the man’s non-burnt hand and walking him to the sofa in the other room. “We need to talk.”
Remus pulled back before getting to the couch, however, apparently scared it would mean his dismissal.
“I’m not going to get rid of you. If you choose to leave, I won’t stop you, but I don’t want you to go.” He forced Remus onto the couch with him, regretting the use of force but finding that Remus responded to it better than to reassuring words. Snape took a few deep breaths and squeezed Remus’ hand tightly in both of his own. “I’m not sure you realize how deeply I was falling for you. And I am absolutely sure you don’t realize how much I still want you.”
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Mentions wanking
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: 1,758
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Sharp teeth gnashing. Amber eyes gleaming. Fur standing on end. Snape stood there, petrified with fear, facing his demise and not being able to do a thing about it.
Snape woke in the middle of the night with a start. He was flushed, burning, overheated under the covers and trapped there next to Remus. Remus’ arms were around him, but he pushed them off to give his chest some room to breathe. He sat up, turned, and hunched over, sitting on the edge of his bed to try to catch his breath. Control escaped him, and when he stared into the darkness of his bedroom, all he saw was how a werewolf might jump out at him.
Remus reached out and touched Snape’s back, and Snape jumped up, scared to death. His breathing raced and heart pounded and neither was soothed by the image of the uncollared and potentially dangerous werewolf in his bed. Remus patted the bed beside him, signaling to Snape to come lie back down with him. But Snape shook his head and backed into the wall.
“I don’t want to sleep with you tonight,” Snape said. “Please, just get out.” True as it was, Snape refused to give Remus the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line. Luckily, he did not have to.
Remus got up. He looked longingly at the bed as Snape lay back down in it. Snape rolled over onto his side again, turning his back to Remus and the door and trying to calm himself down, though he didn’t want to go back to sleep. Sleep meant more nightmares, more memories. He lay in bed, pinching himself repeatedly to keep from falling back to sleep.
In the morning, Snape felt exhausted. He had drifted off, inevitably, but not for very long and not in a particularly deep sleep. His whole body ached with stiffness and fatigue. Snape pulled himself out of bed and fell over something on his floor. “Lupin!” he exclaimed, picking himself up. He knew he sounded angry—and he did in fact feel pretty angry—but he was more surprised and startled. “I thought I told you to go.” Remus looked up, rubbing his side where Snape’s foot had made contact. When his gaze met Snape’s, Remus shrunk back in fear.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Snape said, completely unable to even fathom doing anything his father had done. “I’d never hurt you. You just startled me there, that’s all.” Snape paused, thinking. He hadn’t specifically told Remus to go sleep in the guest room. So he had ended up as close to Snape as possible without being in bed.
“I’m going to go shower. And, before you ask…“ though he so wished Remus would ask, because that would mean he would be talking, “no, you cannot join me in the shower.”
Snape yawned and stretched in the shower, trying to wake himself up. This whole situation was such a mess. He had thought he was getting somewhere with Remus. He had thought Remus was getting better. But now they were right back where they’d started. Actually, they were worse, because Remus seemed even more attached to him now and didn’t even have a collar to explain the bond. They had been intimate. Merlin’s beard, they had even kissed. And what kisses they had been, too.
Snape’s hand slid down his chest and grabbed his cock. The shower spray pelted down on his privates and he breathed out deeply. But it didn’t feel as good as it had when Remus was touching it. He wanted Remus back, and he had hoped that by setting Remus free, Remus would choose to stay. But he didn’t like how Remus had reacted. He gave serious thought to tossing off in the shower, but he felt ill as he remembered watching Remus do just that… and remembered telling Remus about it. So he let go of his cock and stretched again. Then he reached for the soap.
When he was finished with his shower, Snape dressed and headed down to eat breakfast… which he found already cooked and laid out for him on the table. Remus stood beside the table, beaming with pride. Scrambled eggs, buttered toast triangles, halved grapefruit, syrup-soaked sausages, black coffee, and a full glass of milk. There was only one place setting at the table, and it was clearly meant for Snape. In case Snape couldn’t figure it out, Remus repeatedly gestured toward the chair. Snape sat down and Remus immediately put a napkin in his lap then knelt down beside Snape like an obedient dog waiting for table scraps.
Snape set his elbow on the table and dropped his face into his hand. “Lupin, you don’t have to do all this.” Such a show, a production—it was entirely unnecessary. Moreover, it was a bit absurd. He looked down at Remus and saw nothingness in the man’s eyes. Snape sighed. “Are you hungry?” Remus still looked blank, so Snape put his hand down and snapped loudly to get his attention. “I said, are you hungry?” Remus nodded and, instead of getting up to fix himself some breakfast, he dropped his mouth open and closed his eyes. Snape closed his own for a second, shaking his head. “Oh for goodness sakes, Lupin.” He shoved a piece of toast halfway into Remus’ mouth. Then he grabbed the man and guided him into a chair at the table. He retrieved a fork and plate from the dish drainer and set aside half his breakfast—he kept some of the eggs, one piece of toast, the grapefruit, and coffee. Remus was the one with the sweet tooth. “I have plenty,” Snape said when Remus hesitated. “Eat.” Remus obeyed the command.
Snape held a small vial up in front of his face so he could fill it to the marked line with bubbling green liquid. His mind wandered to Remus, to how he could fix the mistakes, to what he might do to help Remus, to what he could do get it back to where they were, and he over-filled the vial. He swore and turned to pour a little out into the bowl, and he bumped into Remus.
Remus stood beside him, not knowing what to do to help Snape in his workroom, but wanting to stay close to Snape.
He appreciated the affection, but this was getting ridiculous. “Lupin, would you please give me some space to work?”
Looking hurt, Remus took a single step back.
Snape went back to work, measuring, adding things to the cauldron, adjusting the flame height. The potion he was working on kept solidifying before it could react with the wormwood. A lower boiling point might just do the trick. He measured out a few spoonfuls of finely-grated beetle shell and turned to add it to the cauldron where he was preparing a fresh batch.
But Remus was standing right there and Snape bumped into him. Remus tried to move out of the way before Snape could scold him, but he only succeeded in catching his hand in the fire. Remus jumped and whimpered, clutching his hand in the other and curling around it, shielding it with his body.
At once, Snape went for a plant on the back shelf. He pulled off one of the spikes and wrapped his arm around Remus to hold him in place. “Let me see your hand,” he said softly.
Remus didn’t seem to want to move his hand, but his trust in Snape overrode his better judgment. His hand shook as he held it out and Snape immediately squeezed some aloe over the wound. It wasn’t a bad burn. It had barely touched him. It was red and didn’t look great, but it would heal well if he took care of it. “It’ll be all right,” Snape soothed as Remus continued to whimper. Snape stroked the non-burnt part of Remus’ hand and the man quieted at once. So they were back to this again. Back to the touching and the comforting and getting to know what their dynamic would be like. Except that Snape already knew. Being with Remus had felt so damn good. He thought it was what he had wanted. And then he had gone and ruined it by changing things.
Remus looked down at his injured hand and hesitated only a second before reaching for the beetle shell powder. He held it out like a peace offering, a look of worry on his face. When Snape didn’t immediately reach for it, he whimpered and moved away.
And that’s when Snape realized exactly what he had done wrong. He had thought taking off the collar would help Remus. Remus had seemed to be getting so much better. Sure, the man might still have feelings for his ex, but Snape had baggage too and he had honestly thought Remus was falling for him maybe just a little. He had thought that taking off the collar would give Remus his independence back. Remus would be able to speak again and make his own decisions again. Remus would finally be able to tell him what he really needed to finish healing.
But now Snape realized that Remus had seen the collar removal as a punishment. He had thought it meant he had failed as a submissive. He had thought it had something to do with his feelings for Sirius and his honesty. And now he was trying to prove that he could serve Snape well, even if he still had feelings for someone else. Having his security and position taken away from him was a punishment worse than any spanking or beating he could have received. Worse for Remus than being used was the feeling of not being wanted.
“Lupin,” Snape said, taking the man’s non-burnt hand and walking him to the sofa in the other room. “We need to talk.”
Remus pulled back before getting to the couch, however, apparently scared it would mean his dismissal.
“I’m not going to get rid of you. If you choose to leave, I won’t stop you, but I don’t want you to go.” He forced Remus onto the couch with him, regretting the use of force but finding that Remus responded to it better than to reassuring words. Snape took a few deep breaths and squeezed Remus’ hand tightly in both of his own. “I’m not sure you realize how deeply I was falling for you. And I am absolutely sure you don’t realize how much I still want you.”