LMOM: Collared- Part 30
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katekintailThis wasn't exactly what I had planned. But after reading so many reactions, I knew it was needed. And, well, I decided I rather needed it as well.
Title: Collared Part 30
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Mentions some previously-had sex
Pairing: Remus/Snape, past Remus/OMC mentioned
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: 731
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
“What do you mean I’m not allowed to purchase another one?” The hefty man was all wet pit stains and glistening bald spot. He tried to look imposing, but it was clear he was getting frustrated.
Whereas the Ministry program guard was the very definition of calm, composed, and in charge. “Just what I said, Sir. We’ve had some complaints about you, and—”
“Complaints?” The man’s voice boomed loudly, filling the whole floor. “They are werewolves. Merlin’s beard, man, are you prepared to take their word over mine?”
“I don’t need to,” replied the official. “The program is being shut down.”
“What?!”
“The werewolf selling program here is being shut down permanently. The Ministry has decided on a different course of action for the creatures.”
The man cocked his head. “Oh yes? May I ask what?”
The official shook his head. “You may, but you will not find out. I’m placing you under arrest.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’ll be taken into custody pending a trial on charges of intentional abuse and destruction of Ministry of Magic property. You might not get taken to Azkaban for the offense, but by the time we’re done making an example of you, you’ll wish you had been.” Before the man could reach for his wand, several aurors Apparated in and grabbed him. They clapped magical irons with chains around his wrists.
The man did not go quietly. He struggled and thrashed about until his gaze fell on a familiar face. His eyes widened. “You!”
Arms crossed over his chest, Remus smirked from his spot in the corner, full of satisfaction. “Me,” he replied coolly, his voice smooth but strong.
Remus’ previous owner uttered curses and tried to break free, but the aurors’ bindings held fast. He was led back down the hall, past the units of werewolves, who threw things at the man—leftover food, mostly. Neither the aurors nor the guards stopped them.
“Can’t I send him just one little curse?” Remus glanced over his shoulder, feeling Snape’s hand on his back. “Please?” He had his wand out, a Sectumsempra at the ready.
Smirking, Remus shook his head. “Believe me, this will be much worse for him. He’s completely lost his control now. And he won’t be able to hurt anyone anymore. That’ll be torture for him.”
Snape rubbed his hand up and down Remus’ back. Remus smiled at the touch. He reached back and took Snape’s hand. Remus led the man right out of the Market and didn’t look back.
The daylight was so bright when they stepped out that it made Remus wince and made Snape take a small step backward at first. Remus hooked his arm around Snape’s and pulled him forward. “So,” Snape said as they started down the sidewalk together. “Dinner at seven after your shift at the library?”
“Sure.” Remus nodded. “Oh, wait. No. I promised Rolf and the others in Unit Eight I’d have dinner with them tonight. They’re going to have some trouble adjusting to life outside of the Market.”
“Much like you did,” Snape pointed out.
Remus had to agree with that whole-heartedly. He remembered the weeks upon weeks it took for him to be able to even have a full, proper conversation with Severus Snape about a topic that didn’t have anything to do with sexual intercourse. Another week had passed before he had been able to truly enjoy himself without restraint in bed. It had taken a full month after that to venture out into the muggle world to find a job at some place that didn’t know what he was. He had been lucky, though. The other werewolves didn’t have a Severus Snape to help them.
“But I’ll bring us back some desert.” A sly grin crept onto Remus’ face. “I’ll meet you in bed at nine.”
Snape pulled a bit of a face. “Oh, not food in bed again. It took me three days to get that melted chocolate completely out of the sheets.”
“It did not. I used Scourgify. That took it right out immediately.”
“Well, you must have missed some when you cleaned.”
“And you must have missed the part where I’m not your servant. If you want one of those, get a house elf.”
Snape grabbed Remus by the collar of his robes. His teeth clenched. He stared into Remus’ eyes. Then Remus leaned forward and they kissed.
Title: Collared Part 30
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Mentions some previously-had sex
Pairing: Remus/Snape, past Remus/OMC mentioned
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: 731
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
“What do you mean I’m not allowed to purchase another one?” The hefty man was all wet pit stains and glistening bald spot. He tried to look imposing, but it was clear he was getting frustrated.
Whereas the Ministry program guard was the very definition of calm, composed, and in charge. “Just what I said, Sir. We’ve had some complaints about you, and—”
“Complaints?” The man’s voice boomed loudly, filling the whole floor. “They are werewolves. Merlin’s beard, man, are you prepared to take their word over mine?”
“I don’t need to,” replied the official. “The program is being shut down.”
“What?!”
“The werewolf selling program here is being shut down permanently. The Ministry has decided on a different course of action for the creatures.”
The man cocked his head. “Oh yes? May I ask what?”
The official shook his head. “You may, but you will not find out. I’m placing you under arrest.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’ll be taken into custody pending a trial on charges of intentional abuse and destruction of Ministry of Magic property. You might not get taken to Azkaban for the offense, but by the time we’re done making an example of you, you’ll wish you had been.” Before the man could reach for his wand, several aurors Apparated in and grabbed him. They clapped magical irons with chains around his wrists.
The man did not go quietly. He struggled and thrashed about until his gaze fell on a familiar face. His eyes widened. “You!”
Arms crossed over his chest, Remus smirked from his spot in the corner, full of satisfaction. “Me,” he replied coolly, his voice smooth but strong.
Remus’ previous owner uttered curses and tried to break free, but the aurors’ bindings held fast. He was led back down the hall, past the units of werewolves, who threw things at the man—leftover food, mostly. Neither the aurors nor the guards stopped them.
“Can’t I send him just one little curse?” Remus glanced over his shoulder, feeling Snape’s hand on his back. “Please?” He had his wand out, a Sectumsempra at the ready.
Smirking, Remus shook his head. “Believe me, this will be much worse for him. He’s completely lost his control now. And he won’t be able to hurt anyone anymore. That’ll be torture for him.”
Snape rubbed his hand up and down Remus’ back. Remus smiled at the touch. He reached back and took Snape’s hand. Remus led the man right out of the Market and didn’t look back.
The daylight was so bright when they stepped out that it made Remus wince and made Snape take a small step backward at first. Remus hooked his arm around Snape’s and pulled him forward. “So,” Snape said as they started down the sidewalk together. “Dinner at seven after your shift at the library?”
“Sure.” Remus nodded. “Oh, wait. No. I promised Rolf and the others in Unit Eight I’d have dinner with them tonight. They’re going to have some trouble adjusting to life outside of the Market.”
“Much like you did,” Snape pointed out.
Remus had to agree with that whole-heartedly. He remembered the weeks upon weeks it took for him to be able to even have a full, proper conversation with Severus Snape about a topic that didn’t have anything to do with sexual intercourse. Another week had passed before he had been able to truly enjoy himself without restraint in bed. It had taken a full month after that to venture out into the muggle world to find a job at some place that didn’t know what he was. He had been lucky, though. The other werewolves didn’t have a Severus Snape to help them.
“But I’ll bring us back some desert.” A sly grin crept onto Remus’ face. “I’ll meet you in bed at nine.”
Snape pulled a bit of a face. “Oh, not food in bed again. It took me three days to get that melted chocolate completely out of the sheets.”
“It did not. I used Scourgify. That took it right out immediately.”
“Well, you must have missed some when you cleaned.”
“And you must have missed the part where I’m not your servant. If you want one of those, get a house elf.”
Snape grabbed Remus by the collar of his robes. His teeth clenched. He stared into Remus’ eyes. Then Remus leaned forward and they kissed.