Transformations

To: naltariel
From: beckyhoadley
Title: Transformations
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: SS/RL
Warnings: BDSM (all aspects Bondage/Discipline, Dominance/Submission, Sadism/Masochism.)
Summary: Once a month the roles are reversed.
Author\'s Notes: I\'m sorry this is so late. I hope you had a Merry Christmas and you enjoy this. I have a hard time with RL/SS for some reason but this came out, I think, okay.


The morning after the transformation made up for the night before, Remus thought.


He hurt, every muscle and bone and cell of his body felt bruised and sore, but it was also the only morning of the month when he didn\'t wake up alone. He woke up warm, in bed and was carefully, almost tenderly, held with a long, lithe, body wrapped around his.


Every other night Severus insisted on returning to his own rooms. Every other time they saw each other Snape was the snarling sarcastic bastard Remus had always known, and loved for longer than he could easily remember. He wasn\'t quite sure when it changed, there wasn\'t a day or a moment, but it had. Sometime after Sirius had died was all he could be sure of.


Yet the morning after the transformation, it was Severus who was transformed. For the few, golden and bright h of of morning, he was gentle, even tender. Part of that was Remus himself. It was the only time of the month when he could let Severus lie on top of him, pin him gently down and come inside him.


The only time the wolf was buried far enough to allow itself to be submissive enough to allow it. Like a tide breaking the transformation seemed to subdue the beast within him to allow these few moments and he cherished them.


He could feel the breath against his neck, felt the nudge and heat of Snape\'s cock pressed against him and he shifted very subtly back, even before he was entirely awake. The breath dampening the hair at the base of his neck shifted, he felt and heard the rich chuckle, and that too was rare.


He was sore, and tired but it didn\'t stop or even hinder the slow swell of arousal. In fact he\'d come to associate the all pervasive ache with this time of day, this place, this man and shifting against the pain, the arousal only heightened, cock rising and hardening with it as his skin flushed against Severus.


Severus reached around him, long fingers, deceptively delicate but strong curled around his wrist when he began to reach for himself. That was new, Remus thought blearily as his hand was pressed into the bed. He curled his fingers into a loose fist, flexing and testing.


\"Don\'t move,\" Snape said softly, firmly, directly into his ear. \"Do you understand?\"


Remus hesitated, wondered if he could possibly be that submissive, and then nodded slowly. \"Yes.\"


\"Good.\" Snrewarewarded him by releasing his wrist and skating his own hand over Remus\'s abdomen, barely brushing the head of his cock with his fingers, down the length of his shaft and lightly over his balls before the hand disappeared.

It came back in a matter of moments, over his hip and slowly down his thigh to his knee, pushing gently upward, spreading him open. The cool air against his entrance made him shiver slowly. The desire to move was strong. Perhaps simply because the only thing holding him there was his own will power.

When he felt Snape\'s mouth on the base of his spine and strong hands holding him open, tongue flickering over the sensitive ring of muscle, he jumped. This was, also, new. His breath came quicker, ragged and the hand in the fist tightened, twisting into the fabric. But he didn\'t move.

Holding himself still as the slick heat of Snape\'s tongue lapped at him, one hand moving to push up behind his balls was quite possibly the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. His cock was hard, throbbing in time with his pulse and he had never been quite so desperately needy.

When fingers, cool and slick moved up across his perineum and slid into him he nearly screamed. Or howled, rather. The ministrations of Snape\'s mouth didn\'t stop. Rather those two fingers twisted and spread, relaxing him and coaxing him open so his tongue could slide into him.

Remus groaned loudly, sweat soaking into his hair and pushed back, grasping rather greedily, wanting to draw Snape deeper, panting, begging. No sense of pride, just simple urgency at the sensation and the intensity that was nearly incomprehensible to him.

But he never thought of moving his hand, or touching himself, or making anything like a demand. To do so would have been to lose something too precious and rare and valuable.

It might have gone on for minutes, or hours, or days, or merely seconds. Hell if Remus knew, or cared. Snape carefully avoiding anything that would have given him relief, not touching his prostate or his cock, simply fingers, first two then eventually three in him and the mouth...

Merlin, his mouth. Licking, fucking biting at him.

He might have been insane by the time he felt fingers sliding out and something infinitely more satisfied sliding into him. No pain--at all. Just a slow and slick glide that seemed to go forever. Snape pulled Remus\'s hair away from his neck before he began to move, hand sliding along his arm and weaving through Remus\'s fingers and then gripping there.

Confused that things seemed to have stopped Remus tugged at his hand and began to ask \"Wha-\"

The only answer he got was the dull pain of teeth against his neck, either side of his spine and the eventual sting as skin broke. Remus had felt far worse but it surprised him and he yelped. What surprised him more was the sheer heat that pain provoked.

Layered on top of his already smoldering arousal it went straight to his cock and the pained sound bled seamlessly into a loud, approving groan. \"Fuck. Yes.\"

He felt Snape chuckle without releasing him, the slow trickle of blood and saliva trailing down to his throat, and Snape pushed against his back, pulling his arm away from his body and toppling him flat onto his stomach, sliding deeper into his body and finally providing some friction for his neglected erection.

Snape\'s other hand covered and pinned Remus\'s free hand, and he began to move. Hard, deep but painfully slowly. Remus growled and rose to his knees, torso still down from the grip on his neck and hands pinning him. Snape bit harder, teeth sinking deeper into flesh, blood flowing a bit faster. It felt cold against his over heated skin.

Remus was completely helpless to do anything but wait for Severus to grant him his release, couldn\'t have moved if he tried and struggling proved futile. So he did what he could. He tightened down around Snape\'s cock as hard as he could. He was rewarded when all semblance of control on Snape\'s part was lost and he began to pound into him.

Hard and fast now, desperately and with animal like frenzy that Remus oddly didn\'t mind, didn\'t have enough coherency to mind in this moment. Didn\'t care that his ass was in the air, Snape\'s teeth in his neck and being rutted like a mindless beast.

When he came it was sheer relief, and blind pleasure, tears spilling silently not in emotional gratitude or anything so romantic but from pure intensity of sensation. Pleasure bleeding into pain, pain feeding the pleasure until he thought he was going to drown in the endless cycle, be drug under and never reemerge.

He must have passed out, quite literally because the next thing he remembered he was sprawled face down on the bed in a pool of his own cooling come, with the sting and smell of antiseptic assaulting him. He grumbled irritably and the hand he lifted was batted away.

\"Stay still. Human bites are some of the-\"

\"Severus,\" he slurred. \"I do not need a biology lesson.\"

\"Fine. Have it your way and go back to sleep.\"

He didn\'t need to be told twice.