Path of the serpent

Title: Path of the serpent
Author: ejab
Pairing: SS/LM with a little SS/RL and SS/DM on the side
Rating: story is slash and NC-17
Feedback: highly appreciated!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns them. I play with them
WARNING: nothing really explicit but to be on the safe side - some m/m sex
Category: all over the place
Summary: Slytherins don't like it when others try to play their game.
A/N: this chapter is pure mutiny! I never intended nor wanted to write this one but they
made it very clear; this one or none at all. On the other hand, I am back in control back now and am determined to get down to the real disgusting stuff in the next chapter.
And will you please all stand up and give my beta underlucius a standing ovation?

15/?


The potions master worked all through the night. In his opinion sleep was highly overrated anyway. And he sure could use the time. The only disturbing factor occured on Sunday, when Lupin came to see him.

"I am eating, Lupin," Snape sneered, the moment he recognised his visitor. "You can report that back to the Headmaster. I am just eating here because I am too damned busy."

"Good, I will tell him," Remus nodded and looked around curiously. "How is the potion going?"

"Not. I'm afraid you will have to take your regular potion next week. I simply am too busy to look into that at the moment."

"Yes, you already mentioned your tight schedule… what are you working on?"

"That's none of your business." The potions master gave him a haughty look and snorted.

"You really are the sunshine of our school, aren't you?" The werewolf was anything but daunted and sat on the arm of one of the chairs, ignoring the annoyed sigh of the other man. "What brought on this particular foul mood then? Don't tell me you had a fight with your lover again?"

"Remember the phrase 'that's none of your business'? That applies to you. Again," Snape started to viciously cut some fern roots, making very sure his whole posture screamed, 'Get out!'

"Wrong there, Severus… we have a deal, remember? I don't want to see you stressed and if I do, I will have to do something about it…" Remus stood up and walked towards the potions master.

"Now what can I do to…"

Snape stopped him with a very determined look and a raised hand. "This is work for The Order, Lupin. You do not want to interrupt this."

"Oh? Has Dumbledore…"

"My 'other duty' requires certain skills, Lupin. One of them being the ability to anticipate. Painstakingly accuratly. This 'duty' does ask for intelligence, you know. That is probably why you are so poor at chess."

"You have no right to insult my…"

"Are you any good at playing chess, Lupin?" The potions master asked, deceitfully friendly.

"I am not a bad player, I can…"

"Do you think you could win a game of chess against me? Mmm?"

The DADA teacher held his hands clenched in tight fists, glaring at his smug colleague. Severus' games of chess were almost legendary because of their brilliance. As fas as he knew, the potions master had yet to lose his first game ever.

"Well, um… no," he declared reluctantly.

"I rest my case," Snape turned his back on him and added the roots to the smouldering content of the cauldron.

"If it is not something you are making for Dumbledore, it has to be for Voldemort. Or is it AGAINST Voldemort?"

"Stop trying to pry, Lupin. When it comes to The Order, I only answer to the Headmaster or The Dark Lord. Now, is there anything else?" Pure sarcasm.

"A fight with Malfoy, then." Remus concluded, smiling somewhat provokingly.

"I do NOT fight with Lucius. We may disagree from time to time but we do NOT fight. Am I making myself c?" ?" Snape was getting very irritated and stared daggers. "And I fail to see why it would be of any concern to you wh… ah, I see… " He put down his knife and stalked towards the DADA teacher, pushing him against the wall. "I strongly suggest you to stop concerning yourself with my personal life, Lupin. Even if the Headmaster wants you to do so. You are obviously not a Slytherin, not even close. So don't challenge me, because you really are no match for me. Chess-pieces aren't the only things I can play with. You would be wise to remember that in the future," the potions master hissed with a cold and threatening look.

The werewolf merely stared at him silently and Snape knew he had been right all along. He smirked.

"On your knees, Lupin," the potions master snarled, unforgivingly.

"My… what?!" Remus was just too intimidated and confused to understand the order.

"Your ONLY task is to relief me of stress. You can do just that now. On your knees. Unless, that is, you want to pay the penalty for what you just tried to do? Very poorly, I might add."

"You really enjoy my dependance on you, don't you?" The werewolf gave in, looking anything but eager.

"Yes, I do. Now shut up and suck," Snape already had freed his flaccid cock and held it out in front of his mouth. Remus sighed and obeyed. When it came down to it, self-preservation was the main issue, really. The Order, and the Headmaster, could maybe save the world, but Severus was the only one capable of saving his life. Or at least make it more bearable.

So he licked, sucked and nibbled the other man's cock until it was fully erect and throbbing impatiently. Which took a surprisingly short time.

"Now drop your pants and turn around," Snape withdrew his cock and took a step back, still looking absolutely uncompromising. Remus wanted to object about this indignity but wisely choose to remain silent when he saw the defying glimpse in the potions master's eyes. He did as instructed. And was entered dry and without any preparations. He screamed in pain, turning his cheek against the wall so that there would still be some skin left on his nose and forehead by the time they were done. He already felt the stones scrape at the exposed flesh on his face and hands, with which he tried to prevent himself from being filleted too much by the sharp hooks and bumps of the rough surface.

He did not scream again. Or beg or cry. No matter how hard Severus was now pounding in him (through him, more likely…), he did not make a sound. He did not want to give the bastard that satisfaction. Severus already knew he was hurting him, (hell, that was his intention in the first place!), there was no way he would let him hear it too… but it was hard. Very hard.

It didn't take long. That was at least one piece of good luck, ironic as it was. Remus felt the cock inside of him twitch and get a life of its own before Snape stiffened and came violently, moaning muffled in his neck. A few thrusts more and then he was out. Remus did not move.

"And they say werewolves can not be trained…" the potions master chuckled. Remus still did not move and listened at the sound of rustling clothes. Severus was making himself presentable again, no doubt. That was confirmed when two strong hands turned him around - Snape looked as if nothing had happened. Except for the eyes. His eyes still gloated, following his own hands stroking over the many tiny cuts and abrasions on Remus' face and hands.

"I certainly hope I haven't inflicted more serious harm elsewhere…?" Apparantly the humiliation wasn't over yet, the DADA teacher concluded, feeling a hand kneading and stroking his own cock through his pants. The man could not be serious! The friction against the wall had left him feeling extremely sore and bruised. Especially there!

"Stop it… that hurts…" the werewolf growled, trying to move away unsuccessfully.

"I know… but then again, a werewolf should be used to pain, shouldn't he?" the potions master whispered in his left ear, adding more pressure to the movements and managing to get some signs of life. Remus bit his bottom lip and felt overwhelmingly confused and betrayed by his own body. The last thing he wanted right now was a hard-on but that was exactly what he was getting.

"Such an obedient little werewolf, aren't you?" Snape bit down on his neck and chuckled again, before suddenly stepping back - his whole appearance now detached and imperturbable.

"You can inform the Headmaster I will NOT tolerate any more interference in my personal life. Not even from him." The potions master walked back to his workbench as if nothing had just happened. The DADA teacher looked at him in bewilderment before he shook his head and started to walk towards the door, feeling oddly distracted somehow.

"Oh, and Lupin..? I really think this stress-reduction deal is working for me. You were very useful, indeed." Snape gave Remus the most hypocritical smile he had in his repertoire.

The werewolf remained silent. He just briefly looked stoically at the potions master before leaving the dungeons. He was fully aware of what had just happened here. It was Severus' way of saying 'don't mess with me or I WILL mess with you'. And for the first time he started to see that Lucius and Severus were unquestionably a match for each other. Sirius always had said that Severus was only Lucius' lapdog. Now he had to disagree.

He just had been warned. And he was about to take that very seriously. Even if thatnt nnt not being able to do what was asked of him by the Headmaster.

And while the DADA teacher went straight for his own rooms, Snape listened to the disappearing sound of his footsteps and smiled. Good, without any doubt the Headmaster would get the message as well…

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