Out of Control

„Just look at you. You’re so pathetic. I wonder how something like you is even allowed to live let alone teach in this school” Severus drawled and only the fact that his breath reeked of alcohol indicated that he had imbibed some firewhiskey.

He didn’t sway nor did his pronunciation lack since he was just as always completely in control.

The potion master couldn’t exactly say what had ticked him off as soon as he had opened the door to make sure that Lupin had taken his potion. Since the accident in front of the Shrieking Shack just three years ago he didn’t want to take any chances.

However just one look at the still form of the sleeping wolf had flared his anger and disgust up like dragons fire.

Nobody wanted to see that this was a monster and no potion could change this. Dumbledore had even made sure that the werewolf got his old job back. He still couldn’t believe it. Lupin had helped Black to escape and messed up his Order of Merlin and was rewarded!

Just thinking about it made his insides boil with fury and he hurled a small crystal orb that stood on the mantel piece in Lupin’s direction.

The crashing sound was music in his ears and the way the werewolf’s head jerked up when the fragments rained down on him gave him a deep satisfaction.
For once he was the one in control when he was meeting the werewolf… not like in the past when he had to face the beast without potion assistance.

Now he would rectify this situation.

He leaned against the closed door and sneered at the wolf, who had once again relaxed on the floor.


“Why don’t you just fuck off and die” Snape growled. “You should have cut your throat right after that bite to spare all of us the hassle we have to go through because of your sorry hide”

Still the wolf didn’t move nor show any sign of understanding.

Severus eyes were now almost closed while he pondered just how he could get a rise out of the werewolf. He wanted to with all his might and his black eyes glittered through the slid in between his lids as the right idea hit him.

“I know you are able to understand, you useless fuck up of a wizard. Somewhere you gotta be inside there you useless piece of filth. Let me see… maybe you’re not in there after all.
You don’t have a soul or perhaps Black has taken yours to hell with him when he did me the greatest favour in my life!”

The last part he almost screamed and fell over right in front of Lupin’s paws which he carefully had tried to avoid.

After he had peeled his face from the stone floor his eyes went wide in shock. For the first time in ages he was really afraid. Just like he’d taken a time turner and been taken back in his own school days.

He had seen the werewolf back then despite common knowledge and he well remembered the bright yellow eyes that had haunted him in his sleep.

The same yellow eyes that stared at him at the very moment, reflecting the moonlight since it was the only illumination in the room.
It had been enough to smell the terrible stench so he had not felt the need to actually see the beast.

Yet here he was almost nose to muzzle and faced a very angry werewolf. The growl roared in his ears like thunder as he stared at those eyes completely transfixed.

For a moment he wondered if this was hurt he saw there but before he could figure it out the beast had launched at him and grabbed him by the neck. He didn’t stand the chance to get out his reach in time since the werewolf’s reflexes were quick as lightning.

Not knowing exactly what to do, Severus held completely still, any buzz he might had had completely evaporated from the dreading feeling that crept down his spine.

From all the deaths he had pictured himself suffering from in the end, slaughtered by a werewolf on Wolfsbane had not been in the top five.
He could smell the foul breath on his cheek as Lupin pushed him under his lean body which was so much stronger now that he wasn’t in his human form.

For a split second Snape even pondered just to use the killing curse before it struck him that it wouldn’t work on a werewolf. In the worst scenario he could imagine, the extra magic might cancel the Wolfsbane and he’d be mince meat in seconds.

He still hoped that Lupin only meant to scare him but what did he have to do to make him see he was scared enough?

Surely wetting himself wasn’t an option. No way, he would soil his robes because of this shame of the wizarding world.
Before he could come up with a better idea, the werewolf leaped into action once again.

He pushed Snape flat on his stomach, the heavy body half on top of him, knocking the last bit of breath out of the wizard before he methodically started tearing the robes to shreds.

Severus had not the slightest clue what this was supposed to bring but his mind had stopped trying to make sense of the werewolf’s doing. He was only a wild animal after all so there was no reason to find.

Heavy beads of sweat dropped on the stone floor as his robe and frock coat was ripped of his body and a good bit of his skin too for good measure.
Warm runlets of blood tickled his sides but he didn’t feel like laughing at all. The moonlight gave the quiet office an eerie glow and intensified the low sounds he heard even more.

His own breaths were shallow while the beast was panting heavily as it turned a bit and made quick work with his pants, always securing him firmly to the floor until he was only clad in dragonhide boots and wrist cuffs.

He swallowed heavily when the weight over him shifted once more and he felt something warm and furry and undoubtedly very large nudge at his ass cheeks.

“Merlin’s bloody nightgown” he then roared when he realized what it was he had felt.

With all his power he tried to push up his arms and throw the werewolf off of him but the heavy body wouldn’t budge
Once again he had the muzzle right next to his ear when he heard a low growl and a sharp claw piercing the artery on his neck.

This was no doubt a warning that in order to remain alive he had to keep still.
As Snape tried again to free at least one hand so he could gauge the creature’s eyes out, the long fangs sunk carefully in his flesh, though not deep enough to cause a bleeding and he paused. Just one more move and Lupin would snap his neck in half with those strong jaws.

Knowing that he had to submit into the inevitable, he lay still and waited.
For a long while nothing happened and finally when he thought he’d gotten off lightly and the werewolf had fallen asleep, he felt that disgusting piece of flesh once again.

There was no doubt what the monster wanted and if he desired to live he had to comply.
Barely holding the urge to retch at bay, he moved his hands between his legs and groped for the werewolf’s dick before he positioned it at the entrance.

It wasn’t the first time that he’d been taken by force. Voldemort’s favourite sport had been to punish defiant Death Eaters this way… but at least the Dark Lord had been somewhat human.

He felt the pressure on his puckered entrance increasing and then he realized what the werewolf was waiting for. With a groan he spit in his hand and inserted his index finger into his hole followed quickly by his middle finger.

No chance he would take his time. He wanted this over quickly and preparing in this position was absolutely uncomfortable. He hated himself for being so helpless, so out of control but he despised the werewolf even more and would plan a revenge worth of a Death Eater as soon as he was out of here.

As soon as he was at least loosened a bit, he withdrew his fingers and buried his face on his forearms waiting for the werewolf to take over.
Not long after he felt the furry dick enter his hole and he groaned from brain slicing pain.

The werewolf didn’t waste time which would have pleased Severus if it wouldn’t have hurt so badly. The fur was chafing his insides and the length and girth was absolutely nothing he was used to.

Snape cursed under his breath when Lupin picked up the pace and started shoving his prick all the way in to the hilt.

The urge to vomit was getting stronger by the minute when he heard the heavy panting and the whimpers the beast made as it pound into him with vigour.
Severus wasn’t sure just how much stamina those monsters had and he hoped it was more animal like than human. He couldn’t take this going on for an hour or longer.

The heavy weight was pressing the air out of his lungs so his breaths came out as whiny little keens. He hated that sound and even more he wanted to kill the beast for forcing them out of him, not to mention forcing his dick into him.

The lustful groans changed into longer howls as Lupin ground his dick even more forceful into Snape’s orifice which felt unnaturally wide and hurt like hell.
He didn’t even want to imagine what the looked liked to an outsider. Severus Snape, potion master of Hogwarts buggered by a wild animal.

The only thoughts that occupied his mind was “Please make him come quick” when he suddenly felt a paw nudging his hand to his limp penis.

He could barely believe it.

That dumbfuck wanted him to get off while being raped by a werewolf, yet the low growl in his ear made him reconsider the options and so he started stroking his dick rather half-heartedly.

Not that it did much good. The terrible pain made it impossible to get a hard on and the idea alone would have drained any sexual desire if there had been any in the first place.

To humour the creature he moaned every once in a while for good measure even when it started stinging so much that his eyes started to water.
With his last bit of strength Severus took his free hand between his teeth and bit down as hard as he could stand it.
No way in hell he would start crying in front of this…this…

The minutes stretched endlessly until finally Lupin started grunting and thrusting even more forcefully, pulling himself up into an almost kneeling position while his claws were digging painfully into Snape’s hips.

Figuring that the beast’s orgasm was nearing, Severus put all his strength into his acting performance and moaned as loudly as he could around his hand and finally he felt the beast stiffening and rocking faster and then pouring his seeds into him with an unearthly howl that echoed from the stone walls and pierced his brain.

With a sickening sob Severus collapsed on the floor when the monster slid out of him and rested at his side, the paws with those dangerously sharp claws still wrapped almost possessively around his smaller frame.

After he had somewhat regained his composure, Severus tried to struggle free but his captor wouldn’t loosen his death grip around him.

The idea alone of having to go through this ordeal again made his stomach churn with appal and finally he vomited on the floor in front of him. He heaved until only bile and spit was left and then passed out from sheer exhaustion and pain, not caring that he was lying in his own vomit.

The scene was unbelievable. Blood pooling in several areas around Snape and his body looked very white and small beside the larger werewolf; the black, long fur making a stark contrast to the Potion Master’s ivory skin. Snape didn’t notice that the werewolf was still awake and watching over him.

There were things he had to say that couldn’t be explained by a werewolf.

TBC