LMOM: Collared- Part 31
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katekintailThank you all for sticking with this story through its many dark points this month and giving me feedback; it was wonderful to get your comments every day! This was unlike anything I’d ever written before, though something I’d wanted to try for a while. I’m glad to know it wasn’t a total failure. Congrats to all the other writers and readers. Thanks for making this—my 6th attempt at LMOM—so much fun!
Title: Collared Part 31
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Oral sex, doggy-style, rimming
Pairing: Remus/Snape, 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: 1,497
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Epilogue
1995
The way he lay beneath a kneeling Remus and sucked his cock, it was almost like he was worshipping it. He craned his neck, eager to get to the member, sticking straight out and down, pointed right at him. He teased with his tongue, swirling and flicking, and kept his lips covering his teeth as his mouth slid up and down the shaft. When he tasted Remus’ pre-come, he knew it was time to stop, though only in order to switch positions.
His tongue trailed down the whole length of the shaft and kept going, licking Remus’ balls and taking one then the other into his mouth for a good, brief suck while he was there. Then trailing his tongue down further. His body slid while Remus stayed still, in place. Eventually he flipped over and kept his tongue moving along the path until it was nestled between Remus’ arsecheeks. He jabbed with it, poking at Remus’ hole. Then he set his whole mouth there, wet and hungry, and licked and sucked Remus until the man cried out with need and desire for a cock.
Doggy-style, it seemed, had been made just for them. He mounted Remus, getting exactly the right angle thanks to some pillows and the wall the two older men could lean against for balance as they got into position. Remus, his hand on his wand, performed a nonverbal lubrication spell, just to be sure, before the man entered Remus. His cock was strong and so wonderfully familiar. There was a certain kind of joy in the magic of knowing exactly how someone feels inside you, being able to look forward to that marvelous feeling again and again, never letting you down. When you found something this good, it was important to hold onto it, and Remus had no intention of ever letting him go.
A fist closed around Remus’ cock and began pumping it in time to his thrusts in and out. Those large, strong hands had just the right sort of grip and warmth to them, drawing out an orgasm as he repeatedly struck Remus’ prostate. Remus’ hands fisted the bed sheets, knuckles white from his grip. It was impossible for this to last long. Pleasure, desire, and trust overwhelmed Remus and he cried out loudly, coming with an orgasm that made his whole mind go blank and his whole body tremble with tingles.
He was barely aware of the man inside him coming as well. The protection spells he had worked before sex kept things safe, so he couldn’t feel the full extent of the fullness, but he did feel the warmth grow and he certainly heard the deep groan of pleasure.
The man slumped forward when it was over, his cheek on Remus’ back. Remus’ arms were starting to feel the strain of the weight that came with the position, but his elbows were locked and he held out a few minutes more until the man returned to his senses.
He pulled out and rolled off. And Remus moved over, snuggling up on the side of the bed upon which he had not just spilled his seed.
“That… was… amazing.” Remus turned, taking Sirius’ head between his palms and kissing him fully. “Truly amazing.”
Sirius beamed, pleased with himself. “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” He chuckled, rubbed his hand at his crotch, adjusting himself.
Remus put his arms around Sirius and hugged his mate close. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were sneaking out of Grimmauld Place and taking lessons somewhere.”
“Never. I’d never cheat on you.” Sirius immediately realized that was the wrong thing to have said. Remus stiffened and pulled away. He sat up, turning away from Sirius. “Oh, no. Merlin, no. I didn’t mean it like that, Moony.” Rubbing his hand up and down Remus’ back, Sirius moved up against the man again, draping a protective and reassuring arm around him. “I don’t blame you for anything that happened when I was in Azkaban. You had just lost everyone you cared about. You had lost yourself. That wasn’t your choice.”
“I didn’t have to turn tricks.”
“No,” Sirius agreed, wrapping one arm around Remus’ torso. “But you would have died if you hadn’t done what you needed to survive. And I prefer you alive, no matter what else you are—or were.”
He gently placed his lips to the back of Remus’ neck, just like he used to back in Hogwarts when the professors’ backs were turned, and the touch made Remus shiver a little but smile.
“I thought we worked through this already,” Sirius said finally. “I don’t need to hear it again. I love you—all of you—and you don’t have to prove a thing to me.” With a deep breath, “So let’s drop the matter. Besides, I have a present for you.”
Remus brightened and clapped his hands. “You know I like presents. Is it chocolate?”
Sirius got up to retrieve something from his trunk. “Better.” He threw the word over his shoulder.
“Better than chocolate?” That seemed somewhat impossible.
Sirius returned with a medium-sized box, not wrapped but topped with a bow. Remus pulled off the bow and threw the top of the box aside. Then he stared down at the present. A rush of excitement coupled with sickening dread took hold of him. It was a collar—a beautiful one, with an adjustable buckle, striking studs, and a padded lining. He broke out in a sweat and, panicking, he took his eyes off the collar.
“You don’t like it? But I remember back before… everything… you always talked about how much you wanted one. I know I fucked it up that one time, but I’m older and wiser now and I understand what a collar really means. I want to give it to you, if you’ll accept it.”
Remus wanted to accept it. He badly wanted to put it on and never, ever take it off again. He wanted Sirius to know he was loyal and would never betray him. He wanted to accept it in order to make that commitment, that promise. But he couldn’t even touch it. “Pads, there’s something I didn’t tell you about.” He turned, snuggling into Sirius’ warm, inviting chest, listening to the man’s steady heartbeat, feeling the strong arms embrace him. And he spoke. He told Sirius everything he could—enrolling in the Ministry of Magic’s program, meeting the other werewolves, being collared and owned and used, nearly dying of fever and blood loss. He felt Sirius tighten when he talked about Snape, the experimenting, and Snape taking the collar off. He explained about getting the will to speak back and almost killing his previous owner. And he talked about the job Snape had arranged for him that saved him from having to go back to the Ministry. But he did not—and would not—betray Snape’s confidences. He didn’t tell about the emotional journey he and the Hogwarts Potions Master had gone through, and he didn’t go into a single bit of detail about the physical intimacy they had shared.
When Remus was finished with the story, Sirius still hugged him. In fact, Sirius kissed Remus’ forehead tenderly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“You didn’t know.”
Sirius took one hand off Remus and shoved the box with the collar aside, letting it fall over the edge of the bed it had no place on. “Forget that, then.”
Remus closed his eyes, nuzzling his face into Sirius’ chest. “I want to belong. I want to be yours. But I want to belong to myself first and foremost.”
“I understand,” Sirius whispered the magic words. He tightened the hug reassuringly and Remus hugged back. They remained like that for what seemed like ages. Then Sirius spoke up. “Snape really bought you? Owned you? Fucked you? Even though he knew we had been together?”
Remus nodded, pulled back so he could look into Sirius’ eyes, and nodded again. “I think that’s one of the reasons he was so angry with me during the year I taught at Hogwarts.”
“He was jealous? He thought you were helping me because you still loved me?”
“I did still love you.” He straightened up and kissed Sirius. It was a lengthy, lingering kiss that ended in three small, affectionate pecks.
“So what did ol’ Snivelus do with you? I bet he has all sorts of sick, perverted kinks.”
“I can’t tell you that,” Remus said. “I promised him I wouldn’t.”
“You promised that when you wore his collar, when he controlled you and you had no choice but agree to it. He doesn’t control you now.” Remus still hesitated. “C’mon, love, you can tell me.”
But Remus shook his head. “I can’t—I won’t.”
Sirius snorted. “I was there in the shack too, remember? You don’t owe Snape a single thing.”
Remus looked into Sirius’ gray eyes. “Actually, that’s not true. I owe him everything.”
Title: Collared Part 31
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Oral sex, doggy-style, rimming
Pairing: Remus/Snape, 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: 1,497
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
1995
The way he lay beneath a kneeling Remus and sucked his cock, it was almost like he was worshipping it. He craned his neck, eager to get to the member, sticking straight out and down, pointed right at him. He teased with his tongue, swirling and flicking, and kept his lips covering his teeth as his mouth slid up and down the shaft. When he tasted Remus’ pre-come, he knew it was time to stop, though only in order to switch positions.
His tongue trailed down the whole length of the shaft and kept going, licking Remus’ balls and taking one then the other into his mouth for a good, brief suck while he was there. Then trailing his tongue down further. His body slid while Remus stayed still, in place. Eventually he flipped over and kept his tongue moving along the path until it was nestled between Remus’ arsecheeks. He jabbed with it, poking at Remus’ hole. Then he set his whole mouth there, wet and hungry, and licked and sucked Remus until the man cried out with need and desire for a cock.
Doggy-style, it seemed, had been made just for them. He mounted Remus, getting exactly the right angle thanks to some pillows and the wall the two older men could lean against for balance as they got into position. Remus, his hand on his wand, performed a nonverbal lubrication spell, just to be sure, before the man entered Remus. His cock was strong and so wonderfully familiar. There was a certain kind of joy in the magic of knowing exactly how someone feels inside you, being able to look forward to that marvelous feeling again and again, never letting you down. When you found something this good, it was important to hold onto it, and Remus had no intention of ever letting him go.
A fist closed around Remus’ cock and began pumping it in time to his thrusts in and out. Those large, strong hands had just the right sort of grip and warmth to them, drawing out an orgasm as he repeatedly struck Remus’ prostate. Remus’ hands fisted the bed sheets, knuckles white from his grip. It was impossible for this to last long. Pleasure, desire, and trust overwhelmed Remus and he cried out loudly, coming with an orgasm that made his whole mind go blank and his whole body tremble with tingles.
He was barely aware of the man inside him coming as well. The protection spells he had worked before sex kept things safe, so he couldn’t feel the full extent of the fullness, but he did feel the warmth grow and he certainly heard the deep groan of pleasure.
The man slumped forward when it was over, his cheek on Remus’ back. Remus’ arms were starting to feel the strain of the weight that came with the position, but his elbows were locked and he held out a few minutes more until the man returned to his senses.
He pulled out and rolled off. And Remus moved over, snuggling up on the side of the bed upon which he had not just spilled his seed.
“That… was… amazing.” Remus turned, taking Sirius’ head between his palms and kissing him fully. “Truly amazing.”
Sirius beamed, pleased with himself. “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” He chuckled, rubbed his hand at his crotch, adjusting himself.
Remus put his arms around Sirius and hugged his mate close. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were sneaking out of Grimmauld Place and taking lessons somewhere.”
“Never. I’d never cheat on you.” Sirius immediately realized that was the wrong thing to have said. Remus stiffened and pulled away. He sat up, turning away from Sirius. “Oh, no. Merlin, no. I didn’t mean it like that, Moony.” Rubbing his hand up and down Remus’ back, Sirius moved up against the man again, draping a protective and reassuring arm around him. “I don’t blame you for anything that happened when I was in Azkaban. You had just lost everyone you cared about. You had lost yourself. That wasn’t your choice.”
“I didn’t have to turn tricks.”
“No,” Sirius agreed, wrapping one arm around Remus’ torso. “But you would have died if you hadn’t done what you needed to survive. And I prefer you alive, no matter what else you are—or were.”
He gently placed his lips to the back of Remus’ neck, just like he used to back in Hogwarts when the professors’ backs were turned, and the touch made Remus shiver a little but smile.
“I thought we worked through this already,” Sirius said finally. “I don’t need to hear it again. I love you—all of you—and you don’t have to prove a thing to me.” With a deep breath, “So let’s drop the matter. Besides, I have a present for you.”
Remus brightened and clapped his hands. “You know I like presents. Is it chocolate?”
Sirius got up to retrieve something from his trunk. “Better.” He threw the word over his shoulder.
“Better than chocolate?” That seemed somewhat impossible.
Sirius returned with a medium-sized box, not wrapped but topped with a bow. Remus pulled off the bow and threw the top of the box aside. Then he stared down at the present. A rush of excitement coupled with sickening dread took hold of him. It was a collar—a beautiful one, with an adjustable buckle, striking studs, and a padded lining. He broke out in a sweat and, panicking, he took his eyes off the collar.
“You don’t like it? But I remember back before… everything… you always talked about how much you wanted one. I know I fucked it up that one time, but I’m older and wiser now and I understand what a collar really means. I want to give it to you, if you’ll accept it.”
Remus wanted to accept it. He badly wanted to put it on and never, ever take it off again. He wanted Sirius to know he was loyal and would never betray him. He wanted to accept it in order to make that commitment, that promise. But he couldn’t even touch it. “Pads, there’s something I didn’t tell you about.” He turned, snuggling into Sirius’ warm, inviting chest, listening to the man’s steady heartbeat, feeling the strong arms embrace him. And he spoke. He told Sirius everything he could—enrolling in the Ministry of Magic’s program, meeting the other werewolves, being collared and owned and used, nearly dying of fever and blood loss. He felt Sirius tighten when he talked about Snape, the experimenting, and Snape taking the collar off. He explained about getting the will to speak back and almost killing his previous owner. And he talked about the job Snape had arranged for him that saved him from having to go back to the Ministry. But he did not—and would not—betray Snape’s confidences. He didn’t tell about the emotional journey he and the Hogwarts Potions Master had gone through, and he didn’t go into a single bit of detail about the physical intimacy they had shared.
When Remus was finished with the story, Sirius still hugged him. In fact, Sirius kissed Remus’ forehead tenderly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“You didn’t know.”
Sirius took one hand off Remus and shoved the box with the collar aside, letting it fall over the edge of the bed it had no place on. “Forget that, then.”
Remus closed his eyes, nuzzling his face into Sirius’ chest. “I want to belong. I want to be yours. But I want to belong to myself first and foremost.”
“I understand,” Sirius whispered the magic words. He tightened the hug reassuringly and Remus hugged back. They remained like that for what seemed like ages. Then Sirius spoke up. “Snape really bought you? Owned you? Fucked you? Even though he knew we had been together?”
Remus nodded, pulled back so he could look into Sirius’ eyes, and nodded again. “I think that’s one of the reasons he was so angry with me during the year I taught at Hogwarts.”
“He was jealous? He thought you were helping me because you still loved me?”
“I did still love you.” He straightened up and kissed Sirius. It was a lengthy, lingering kiss that ended in three small, affectionate pecks.
“So what did ol’ Snivelus do with you? I bet he has all sorts of sick, perverted kinks.”
“I can’t tell you that,” Remus said. “I promised him I wouldn’t.”
“You promised that when you wore his collar, when he controlled you and you had no choice but agree to it. He doesn’t control you now.” Remus still hesitated. “C’mon, love, you can tell me.”
But Remus shook his head. “I can’t—I won’t.”
Sirius snorted. “I was there in the shack too, remember? You don’t owe Snape a single thing.”
Remus looked into Sirius’ gray eyes. “Actually, that’s not true. I owe him everything.”