Out of Control

The brain slicing pain made Severus drift out of unconsciousness and it took him a while to realize where he was.
Then when he felt the furry paw covering a good deal of his pale chest, all what had happened the previous night came back rushing to him in a burst of emotions that was almost too much for him to bear.

The cold stone floor underneath seemed to freeze his whole body into an ice sculpture and at the moment this was more than alright with Severus, only if it could have frozen the dread and disgust inside of him as well.

Even though he couldn’t exactly see it, he knew that the werewolf was awake and watching.

Carefully he twisted his head up so he could see the high window and the clouds drifting over the sky. It was already glowing in a dark read as the sun was about to rise and he was counting the minutes until the golden disk would appear over the Forbidden Forest, clenching and unclenching his fists reflexively.

When he saw the first beams touching the tips of the trees he felt the body behind him starting to change.
Struck by a heavy convulsion it jerked away from him and a painful growl that sounded like it was coming from the very depths of hell, made him shudder involuntarily.

However he hadn’t been a double agent for two decades for nothing and so he took the chance that was presented to him. Quick as lightning he dashed forward and grabbed his wand from his shredded robes before jumping behind the desk from where he watched the werewolf’s transformation.

Lupin’s body was stretching to an extend that was simply not possible for bones, no matter if they were those of a werewolf or a human.
The deafening howl was so loud, Snape actually wondered why the window hadn’t shattered yet.

In awe he saw the limbs retracting into a human shape, the fur all but growing backwards until only fine dusting was left.

The deformed head of the werewolf seemed to be moulded by unseen hands until the pain stricken face of Lupin stared in his direction. Yet Severus was positive that he didn’t see him.

Still tight as a bow string the tortured flesh shook and shivered until the transformation was complete. In the end Lupin’s throat was so sore that the growls were hoarse and raspy.

It only lasted a few minutes but to Severus it seemed like hours. He had been too transfixed that he had almost forgotten his own situation.

However, when Lupin finally collapsed in a chaotic heap of limbs, all his own pain and devastation washed over him like a flood.

He was suddenly very much aware of the numerous scratches that covered his entire body not to mention the horrid throbbing between his ass cheeks.

“These devious creature has slit me in half” he growled.

His whole body ached from all the fighting and pent up tension during the act. Yet what really killed him was the complete humiliation he had suffered. He’d been buggered before that wasn’t a big deal, but being raped by a werewolf no less and actually forced to stimulate himself was more than he could take.

During the act his mind had closed down completely, probably to save him from a heart attack, but now …

He was feeling positively murderous. Even when he was an active Death Eater he had not enjoyed killing but now he would love to just shout “Avada Kedavra” at the disgusting piece of flesh that lay there on the floor, still panting heavily.

That panting brought back memories that not even the Killing Curse could erase from his mind. Visions of foul breath and fur on his bare skin.

He pinched his eyes shut and shook his head so frantically that his greasy hair was flying in every direction.

Without realizing it, he had gotten up from behind the table and pointed his wand at the withering form on the floor.

The sun was now brightly shining into the office and showed mercilessly what the soft moonshine only had illuminated.

The spot where he had experienced the most terrifying and degrading moments of his entire life was covered with blood stains, undoubtedly his, tufts of black fur and pieces of clothing. Until then he hadn’t dared to look at himself since he knew it wouldn’t be a pleasant sight, but his eyes were glued to Lupin.

He had been rolling in the mess and so looked very much ‘tarred and furred’, the pain still obvious in his face.
Never before had he seen a transformation from such a short distance and he knew from his researches about the Wolfsbane Potion that transforming back into a human was a lot more painful than the other way around.

Still he could not feel pity; this man deserved every bit of what’s coming for him and then some.
Should there be anything left to lock away in Azkaban he would make sure this beast would end there.

Oh, despite his earlier comment, he was absolutely sure that Lupin had a soul, a brave, caring Gryffindor soul to boot and he would let this soul suffer until he would beg for a Dementor’s Kiss just to not having to relive just what he had done last night over and over and over.

The shocked expression on his face had long vanished and had been replaced by a look of cruelty that would have even sent shivers down his own spine, if he had seen himself now.

He wanted revenge, terrible, horrible, painful revenge, which would make the transformation feel like a harmless tickle. For a moment he wished he could make the wizard feel what he had felt, what he had endured, right now but he waited.

No matter how bad his reputation was but he wouldn’t strike an unconscious man. Well, not for pure and good reasons of course; he was well beyond the point now where it mattered to him if it was a cowardly thing to do, but he wanted to see the look in his eyes.
He wanted to see the pain and fear that had shown in his own eyes only hours before.

Snape watched a little longer while he stood there, still clad in nothing but boots and wrist cuffs and his mind went through all the dark curses he knew.
During his times as a Death Eater he had inflicted such horrible pain on innocent victims, feeling ashamed afterwards but knowing it had been necessary for the greater good.
Now he would relish the look on distorted features, broken limbs and a bloodied body until he felt his attacker had atoned enough.
At least for the moment.

The Dementors would ensure he’d atone every measly minute of his unworthy life.

The Veil was not an option; it would be too quick and merciful for a being that had done the unspeakable.

Giving up his watching for the time being he picked up all the bits and pieces of his robes and cast a Repairing Charm on them.
Unfortunately Charms had never been one of his strong points and so the garments he received looked not much better than the outfit of Hagrid’s scarecrow.
Yet it was still better than nothing and so he went to cover his body before Lupin woke up.

He still had some preparations to do.

A quick flick of his wand, send ropes in Lupin’s direction and strapped his wrists firmly to the legs of the table and just as quickly his ankles were secured to the feet of the wardrobe.

Pleased with the view of Lupin in this X position he walked around the office until he spotted Lupin’s wand and pocketed it.

No chance the werewolf would be getting the better of him…ever.

Not sure if the silencing spell on the room, who Flitwick had designed to keep out the wolf howls, was still in affect now that the sun had risen, so he added another one for good measure.

Then a locking charm and he was done.

A growled “Enervate” made sure Lupin regained consciousness faster than his body was ready for.

The first thing Remus heard, before his eyes fluttered open, was a cruel, growl-y sort of laughter.

It took him a moment to sort out just why Severus Snape was standing in front of him, when he realized that he couldn’t move.

“Severus, I don’t…”

“Shut up… not one word” Severus snapped and pointed his wand threateningly at Remus’ privates. “I don’t want to hear anything.”

The superior sneer that he normally reserved for Harry Potter and Co appeared on his face now that he once again had the situation under control and drawled “Oh my I didn’t know that you had the hots for me so bad, Lupin that you had to use sheer force to get into my pants.”

“Believe me, Severus it wasn’t like that!” Remus once again tried to explain but Snape wouldn’t hear of it.

Stepping closer now mere inch away from his naked colleague, he hissed venomously “I said NOT. ONE. WORD. I don’t want to hear any feeble excuses like that you just couldn’t control it. It’s rubbish, Lupin and you know it. What you did cannot be explained and even less can it be forgiven”

The hurt and embarrassed look on Lupin’s face pleased him immensely but just not enough. He wanted to see fear and pain, just what he had felt a few hours ago.

“You are so utterly disgusting, Lupin. I’m sure the chances for you to get laid are even smaller than mine but that still doesn’t explain just why you had to force yourself on me. Not alone did you degrade me in the worst possible way but you also threatened to curse me with the same condition you are in. This will earn you a nice, long stay in Azkaban, I’m sure”

The last words were once again accompanied with his trademark sneer that made Remus shudder in response.

He still wasn’t over the shock of what had happened the previous night. Until then he couldn’t remember just what had brought him in such a rage since he was sure the Wolfsbane had not lost effect.

Then when the word ‘Azkaban’ fell it all came back. A small growl escaped his throat but even when it was only a throaty, human sound it still reminded Severus enough of the werewolf to startle him.

“As I already said last night before you ‘ravished’ me, you are really one pathetic creature. Not even as a beast you are man enough to dispose of your prey properly. You should have eaten me or just ripped me to pieces but instead you watched over me half of the night like a bloody guard dog”

Another reminder of his best friend and Remus could finally understand just what had driven him to those extremes even though he couldn’t justify it by any means.

“Are you quite done now? If you hold your bloody tongue for one moment I might get a chance to enlighten you about my motives” Remus chimed in, his voice not sounding as humble anymore.

Severus was rounding the table and stepped over Lupin’s feet, his repaired robes slightly brushing the man’s shin, reaching for an oval shaped crystal on one of the shelves.

“I really don’t care to be enlightened. I kept you here to listen to me and nothing else. There is no way in hell that I will hand you over to the Dementors without giving you back some of the pleasures you bestowed upon me last night. I might be a bastard, but I’m not selfish”

The smirk, that followed, almost did Remus in. They had been at school together and then once again as teachers and he well remembered how cruel and uncaring the hook-nosed man in front of him could be.

“Oh I understand you, Severus, trust me, I do. I deserve your wrath but let it be said that you brought it on yourself. You and that big, sarcastic mouth of yours. Pray tell, do you remember all of what you said to me before I attacked you?”

That reaction threw Snape somewhat off balance. However, he had himself in control in a split second and felt the anger boiling up like a potion in a hexed cauldron.

“You’re not going to blame all this shit on me, are you? I never attacked you physically, I never gave you any reason to attack me. If you can’t face the truth then you shouldn’t be wandering about decent human beings”

He had talked himself in such a rage that his pale skin was rosy around the cheeks, which made him look even scarier than ever.

“You are one to talk, Snape”, Remus returned, matching his angry gaze with the same vigour, while he tried to lift his head up a bit more to have a better view on the Potion Master.

“I am certain that you’ve killed, attacked and tortured a lot more people than I have ever even known. How do you think a werewolf was going to react when you humiliate, insult and threaten him? When I transform I am no cuddly lap dog and you know that. Next thing I need to do is put up a sign every full moon ‘Enter on your own risk’. You’re the one who’s pathetic, not me. If you need to get all that what bothers you off your chest why can’t you confront ME? No, you have to face a somewhat tamed werewolf who cannot talk back”

The sarcasm was strong in Lupin’s words, mixed with hurt and anger just as Severus’ only for a different reason.

Yet still he knew that his colleague wouldn’t give up berating and tormenting him until he had some of his own back, so the DADA professor decided to just keep still and let him go on. He was hungry and tired and needed rest.

Unable to keep his head up any longer, he led it sink back on the cold stone floor, missing Severus’ interested gaze on the crystal object in his hands.

“Oh I’m sure that I wouldn’t have won an award for politeness last night, but I rarely ever would and you know that. No matter what I’d say or do besides threatening your life with my wand on your temple would justify an attack, but it would never justify rape”

During his last comment, Snape’s voice started to sound quite solemn as he saw the look in the werewolf’s eyes. He was aware that his Death Eater activities were common knowledge among his colleagues and so Lupin knew that he had also raped, but still, he had never done it willingly… not of his own accord.

A disgusted snort from the naked wizard, who was still tied up in a rather uncomfortable position, proved that his assumptions had been right.

Watching the crystal a bit closer, he decided to speed up things. He didn’t want to stay here any longer. The room smelled disgustingly; a mix of blood, semen and undoubtedly wolf.

“Do you even have the slightest idea how it feels to be unable to control what’s happening to you? When a foreign force is bending you with its will?” Snape continued, brushing his wand over the shiny surface of the mineral in a caress-like manner.

“Oh trust me, I do”

Remus words were so low; Snape had to strain his ears to catch them. The forlorn look in the man’s face made him shudder because it reminded him of his own eyes; the way he had looked after every Death Eater meeting.

Shrugging the unwanted moment of understanding aside, he firmly grabbed the crystal and tipped his wand at it, making it change shape. He watched while it twitched in his hand until it was formed like a very long and thick penis.

“I will make you feel what I felt and I will force you to enjoy it, just like you tried to force me”

With that he knelt down next to Lupin and spread his ass cheeks with a flick of his wand. Without any form of preparation, he rammed the crystal prick inside all the way to the hilt.

Remus paled instantly and let out a horrid scream that echoed back from the walls before he slipped into unconsciousness.

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This is going to turn out longer than I expected. So await another chapter and see if Remus and Snape come to some sort of agreement.

Disclaimer: I don’t owe anything and I’m not making any money of it. Just let them out and play for a bit.

Once again I want to thank Lady Tanya for support and muse duties.

TBC