Mate

A/N ~ Another chapter!



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The morning sun was hazy through the window, a speckled light that bathed the naked body where the furred one wasn’t covering. The wolf had assumed a protective posture over his mate as they both slept, being both blanket and pillow to Severus, who huddled closer to the over-warm body of the wolf.

A few minutes after the first dawn rays had hit the pair, Moony pulled away sharply, growling low in his throat. He backed away from Severus, still growling. He shrank back on himself, tail between his legs and whined as his shape began to change, bones cracking and splitting. The whine turned howl as the transformation was complete and the newly formed boy trembled on all fours, panting and shaking, sweat dripping from his skin from the exertions of trying not to wake Severus up.

“Remus?” Severus questioned.

“How DARE you?” Remus bellowed he caught his breath once more. “How dare you disobey an order from me?”

To his credit, Severus merely lay there, under the little scrap of blanket that (for some reason) Moony had insisted on his using. Severus had thought it unnecessary as he intended to be wrapped up in wolf fur. But you don’t argue with a wolf that stands six feet at the shoulder and who could rip your throat out before you had even got an ‘eep’ out. Not that Severus was actually worried that Moony/Remus would hurt him on purpose; it was entirely possible that the wolf could break his skin, or bones, in a moment of passion, or rough handling.

“Severus, are you listening to me?” Remus growled. Severus looked up at the other boy and the vague thought that he looked better today than he did usually on the morning after the fact. Remus’ face was flushed with anger and his body, though still shaking with tremors, didn’t look like a strong breeze would knock him over.

“No,” Severus replied mildly, “and I won’t either, not until you’ve calmed down.”

Needless to say, that set Remus off further and Severus was treated to a barrage of words, veiled threats and growls. Severus took it all with a rather bored look on his face. He sighed, shifted his weight on the floor (his arse was still very tender and the pain potion was across the room). At the first sign that he might have caused his beloved mate some pain or injury, Remus softened his rants and lay down beside him, pulling Severus into a tender embrace.

“I didn’t want you here last night, Severus. I was scared.” He sighed, stroking his back gently. Severus gave him a questioning look, and before he continued, Remus leaned down to steal a kiss. “You said you wanted me. All of me. And you’ve been extremely open-minded about the wolf part of me. I guess I just thought.... so many wolves go through their lives alone because their mates rejected them... who wants to be mated to a dark creature,” here he snorted bitterly and Severus snuggled closer to Remus.

“I do. I thought something like that was the case. And Remus, I’ll obey you, you are my alpha, but when you are being obtuse and asinine, don’t expect blind obedience. I’m not something you can walk all over, and I refuse to be so.”

Remus nodded and sighed. “I was a moron wasn’t I?”

“When, exactly? Last night or now? Because you were a moron on both occasions. Just slightly more so last night.”

“You little brat!” Remus laughed. “I ought to punish you!”

Even though Severus was sure Remus was joking, he still shivered and gave a little gasp. Remus chuckled in his ear softly, running a teasing finger down his back. “I get the impression you would like that, hmm? Would you like me to push you down, cover your body with mine and whisper you’ve been a bad boy in your ear?” He started slowly pushing Severus down towards the ground. “Answer me, Severus.” A hard pinch to a nipple made the other boy buck and groan.

“Yes! Yes Remus I’d like that!” And he would. Merlin, if Remus kept doing that, kept speaking in that low, sultry voice, he could do anything to him!

“Really now?” Remus purred breath hot against his ear. “Anything?” Unaware that he had spoken out loud, Severus nodded, panting. “Hmmm. Severus if you want to stop at anytime, just say McGonagol.”

Remuse left the panting, aroused boy on the floor for a moment, while he went in search of their ties and his wand. Returning quickly he ordered Severus to lay on his stomach, ties his hands above his head to a table post and transfigured some wood debris into rope to tie his legs open.

He sat on his haunches to admire his work. “You look wonderful like that Severus, all spread wide and wanton for me. Panting and quivering. Do you need my touch? Tell me.”

“Please Remus touch me. I need you!”

Remus chuckled. “I see on some occasions you’re very willing to obey me. I think we have a matter to attend first, hmm? You wilfully disobeyed me for your own pleasure, didn’t you?” At Severus’s assent, Remus continued, “You’re now going to take the punishment for that like the good slut you are. If you please me, I might be convinced to let you come.” He ran his hands over Severus’ arse, pinching and teasing. It amused him when he noticed that Severus was still trying to spread his legs wider, an inducement to urge him to his sweet, sweet hole. Maybe later...

For now, he told Severus that he wanted him to count, and that there would be fifteen in total.

Smack. “One.” Smack. “Two.” Smack. “Three.” By five Severus was moaning and writhing. Eight brought him begging for more, begging for it to stop. By thirteen, Remus was satisfied; Severus let go and began to enjoy the game.

“Ohh pet,” Remus moaned, one hand stroking Severus’ red, red arse, the other sliding underneath and stroking his hard, hard cock. “You were such a good boy. Such a good, good boy. I think you deserve a reward, hmm?” Without leaving any time for Severus to answer, he slid between his legs and began kissing his arse, untying his hands to allow him to grasp.

At the first touch of Remus’ tongue there Severus thought he would die. He lowered his head on to the ground and pushed back, wanting more. Remus, he thought, wanted to drive him insane by teasing him. The tongue stayed on the rim, circling round and round, swiping over, but never giving Severus what he truly desired. It wasn’t long before Severus was crying with frustration, begging Remus to do something, anything but stop teasing him!

Remus chuckled, the sound vibrated down his tongue to the damp skin he was caressing. Severus was sure that he would go crazy with the need to come before Remus got around to the actual fucking. He sneaked a hand under him, or at least tried to. Remus saw the movement and pulled away from his arse hole – eliciting a whimper from the boy beneath him – and reached for the hand.

“Don’t even think about it, pet. That is mine to touch. You come when – and if! – I say.” A growl accompanied that and Severus shivered. That idea was very, very arousing to him; the idea that Remus had control of him, control of his bodily functions.

“Remus! Please! Please, Merlin Remus please!” He sobbed, hips lifting involuntarily off the ground. His begging was rewarded when a slim finger inched its way slowly inside him and – teasingly slowly – rubbed against his prostate. “Yes!” Severus cried.

The finger slid out slowly, teasingly, and then thrust hard back in. Remus delighted in the sounds his mate was making, delighted in discovering how to cause that one specific ‘ohh!’ and where to touch to get that sobbing, gasping breath. He bit Severus’ back as he slid two fingers inside his lover.

“Please Remus! Please fuck me. I need you! I need you so much!” Severus cried out, shaking with the effort of holding his body’s need for release in check.

“Mmm, I do think you’re ready now.” Remus was so hard he ached. He would love to tease Severus more another time, but right now, all he wanted was to come. Next time I’ll tie him differently and I’ll fuck his face.

... that was an intriguing thought; Remus hadn’t thought more than of the present, of sheathing himself into Severus’ tight warmth; but he did want to do this again, have this total control over his mate.

He removed his fingers and slid into Severus. Leaning over his shoulder, he whispered in the other boy’s ear, “All right?”

“Yeah. Move.” Severus all but ordered; an order that Remus was willing to comply with, kissing his cheek briefly.

He moved, hitting that same spot over and over again, revelling in the cries coming from below him. All too soon, though, it was over and Remus lay ontop of Severus panting.

“Mmm Remus,” Severus commented lazily. Remus rolled over, freed his feet and pulled him into his arms.

“We’ve all ready missed first class, Severus. It won’t kill us to miss more. Go back to sleep.”

“Okay,” Severus agreed pliant, burying his face into Remus’s chest. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”