Heteronomy

This was a gift fic for Kitsune
WARNING: This story involves watersports, aka Urophilia.

Heteronomy

“Where were you?”

Snape looked up as he came through the door. He hadn’t even had the door open all the way when the low voice spoke. That voice was not a happy voice but he wasn’t going to let the cold chill that had gone down his spine show.

He closed the door and calmly turned around. “I was where I said I was going to be. I am sure that you heard me when I told you.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, Severus, but you did say you were only going with several colleagues of very little acquaintance for a short lecture on the proper use of certain highly toxic substances when mixed with a certain number of benign spells.” The voice in the barely lit room moved closer, its soft shadow almost touched Snape’s foot. “So tell me, why would it take nearly seven hours to discuss this? Furthermore, why would you need to continue discussing it after eight o’clock in the evening? Do you know what time it is, Severus?”

“I am perfectly capable of reading a clock--”

“It is nearly a half past midnight,” the dark voice continued. “You left for your “dinner lecture” at five o’clock this evening.”

“Please, Lupin, you’re showing your illogical side again. Must I continue to warn you about that?” Snape said with a raised eyebrow, but he was supremely conscious that he had been backed against the solid oak of the door.

“Do not patronise me, Severus,” Remus growled as me moved just a step closer. His amber eyes glowed in the dark. “I am smelling much more than musty text books and ink on you. No, I smell liquor and smoke and cologne of a highly distinctive fragrance.”

“Yes, Malfoy was there. He is trying very hard to regain face.” Snape pursed his lips. “Other than that, I refuse to speak to you until you remove the fishwife routine from your repertoire. I do not need, nor want, to explain my activities for the evening.” A fist slamming into the door near his head had him still and silent. The amber eyes moved out of the dark and came nearly inches from Snape’s own.

“Oh no, Severus. You are going to explain much,” Remus hissed low.

“Remus, you are far too close to the full moon to be out of control of your emotions. I suggest you move back and perhaps take a cool shower.” Snape kept his voice calm and low, which he knew was most likely pointless. Lupin would be able to smell the panic beginning to bubble in his stomach. It was only a day until the full moon. Not a very good time to have a werewolf pissed off at you. Especially one that now had his hand loosely about your throat. “Remus…”

“No, Severus, you will tell me now exactly what you have been doing this night with your ex-lover.”

“Remus, that is beyond the past. More years than I can count. Malfoy was there merely to show that he was very interested in banal subjects. Unfortunately, he picked a subject that was banal in his sphere of the Dark Arts and not in everyone else’s. To show that he meant no harm, he invited all the attendees – all nine of us – out for an after dinner drink. That is all. I left as soon as propriety allowed.”

“Propriety, hmm?” Lupin leaned closer and sucked a lungful of air in through his nose. “And propriety dictated that he rub all over you?”

“You know Malfoy, he is always trying to schmooze with everyone,” Snape spat out. His stomach was in knots. He trusted Lupin. He did. But Lupin did not trust himself at these times, and perhaps he had been right not to. This was an extremely poor time for doubts and jealousy to rise.

“I know Malfoy placed his lips right here…” Lupin tightened his hold around Snape’s throat and pushed a spot with his thumb under the ear. “Is that schmoozing, Severus?”

Snape swallowed hard, trying to get the anxiety past Lupin’s fist about his throat. “Fine. If you must know, Remus, Malfoy did try to “rekindle” things between us. He caught me as I was returning from the toilet. I refused and that was the end of it. He is only desperate for any company from the old days now that everyone else is dead or has cut him dead.”

“Really,” Lupin whispered. The taller man’s lips barely brushed the shell of Snape’s ear. “You’re mine, Severus. Do I have to remind you of that?”

“Remus,” Snape said in a voice that was beginning to show his nervousness. “Listen to yourself. I have explained what happened. I have not betrayed you, nor shall I. Must we resort to witnesses? I assure you, I can dredge them up if a mortifying scene is what you crave.”

“I’ll tell you what I crave, Severus. I crave that you and all the world know that it is I that have rights to you. That it is I that sleeps beside you every night. It is I that has claimed you and no one else will have you.”

Snape was apprehensive, but he was surely no coward. “How dare you,” he hissed. “I am not a trinket or a bone to be fought over! Ours is a mutually satisfying arrangement. I am not owned, you mutt!”

“You are!” Lupin growled and used his handle on the other man’s throat to pull him away from the door and tossed him across the room. Snape landed hard against the armchair, knocking it over onto its side. He draped over it in an entirely too dramatic pose, if he thought so himself. He quickly rolled to his side and went for his wand.

A strong hand wrenched his arm away and yanked the wand out of his pocket, tossing it into the shadowy depths of the room. Damn, apparently the wolf’s speed was already appearing. Snape, in a surreal moment, made the mental note to write that observation down in his notebook for later study. A ragged breath snapped his attention back. The fire was now right next to Snape and no longer backlit Lupin. Snape could see the almost feral look in his lover’s face.

“Remus, you are taking things too far,” Snape was able to get out before Lupin fisted his black hair. That fist dragged Snape, made him crawl on the threadbare rug until they reached the other armchair. His face was pushed hard into the seat cushion. The smell of age and smoke filled his nostrils. He grabbed both armrests and pushed up but was slammed back down hard. His body jerked as his coat and shirt was ripped off of him, nearly taking his arms with it. He’d have bruises in the morning. That is, if his irate lover let him live. He would be beyond embarrassed if he ended up one of those pathetic people killed by their jealous lover, their sad picture and biography in the paper, showing how incredibly needy they had been to stay with an abusive spouse or boyfriend or what-have-you. His belt was ripped from its loops and Snape mentally prepared himself for the beating.

But the belt did not come down on his back. Instead, Snape heard the buckle clank onto the flagstone near the door. Then his body jerked again as his trousers were forcefully pulled down to his knees. The sound of another belt being released had him grabbing for the armrests again. Lupin was going to rape him. He was going to “show him who he belonged to”. A beating Snape could have handled and made the other man feel guilty for for the rest of his life. But to force… That was too intimate, too consecrated. It would forever destroy their relationship.

“Remus! Stop!” His voice was muffled into the chair. “Remus, think of what you are doing! You are not the wolf yet. You have better control than this!”

“Oh, I have excellent control of myself, Severus,” Lupin’s voice came floating down from above. “It’s you I seem to have a problem keeping in line. I am merely going to fix that problem so that you and anyone else will not question who you belong to.”

“Remus, this is not going to do anything but--” The distinct sound of the other man’s clothes rustling made Snape abandon reasoning and instead struggle to get out of this position. But Lupin had placed him well. His knees were blocked by the heavy chair in front of him and were nicely caught in his trousers. His arms were nearly useless in this position against the full weight of Lupin in the fist in Snape’s hair.

“You are mine, Severus. Mine alone. The next time that pale bastard starts sniffing around you, he’ll know who’s mate you are,” Lupin hissed.

Snape tried to prepare himself for what was about to happen. He tried very hard to tell himself that this was not Lupin’s fault. It was the wolf’s. If he could forgive him for the Shrieking Shack, he could forgive him this. It was the risk he took in partnering with Lupin, he told himself.

But he didn’t believe it.

If that bastard did this, Snape would make sure that his cock would be in a jar on Snape’s desk by sundown the next day! His pelt would replace the carpet he was now being forced to kneel upon! His eyes would be dried and used as marbles!

“Mine,” Lupin hissed and Snape closed his eyes tight.

Then they flew open in shock.

“Remus! Are you urinating on me?” he shouted into the cushion.

“I am marking you, Severus.”

The hot fluid was hitting his back, the stream barely straying from its initial contact spot. The liquid was draining off his back in rivulets down his sides and thighs. It pooled into the carpet. The strong odour rose up and filled the air.

Snape stared at the armrest in front of his face in shock. He was being peed on!

No. Snape’s eyes closed and inhaled the astringent smell. He was being marked. He was being tagged with the scent of his lover. Claimed in the most animalistic way. He should have been shocked when his cock began filling and brushing against his stomach. But he wasn’t.

The stream thinned and then drops plopped onto his back. His trousers and the carpet under his knees were wet and the hot liquid was rapidly cooling.

“Now, all will know,” Lupin growled.

“Yes,” Snape agreed calmly. The hand in his hair tightened bringing a small wince to his face. “I’m just yours, Remus. I trust you now know that as well.” Snape dropped his back, his hips now in prominence, presenting his arse like a gift. “Now show me.”

A growl and then Lupin was behind him, licking and biting the offered gift. The hand in the black greasy hair released, but Snape did not move from his position. He moaned into the seat cushion as that free hand now grasped his aching cock.

There wasn’t enough preparation, but Snape was willing to forgive it as Lupin mounted him. The hot length eased into him for just a moment, and then he was being humped like an animal in the wild. Remus always refrained from engaging in intercourse during the three days leading up to the full moon, saying that he was afraid that he would get too rough. Snape would abolish that stupid rule henceforth.

Both of Lupin’s hands were now brutally grasping Snape’s hips. But Snape didn’t mind in the least as the vigorous fucking had pushed him further against the chair and his leaking cock was now making quite a mess on the cushion as it rubbed against the tired velour. Slapping flesh, heavy breathing and deep groans mixed with the occasional pop from the fire. Snape was able to just see Lupin out of the corner of his eye and almost expired at the sight. Lupin wasn’t on his knees. Oh no. He was on his feet, hunched down and around Snape’s back end, his thighs running along side Snape’s abdomen, looking for all the world like the canine he was deep inside, humping his mate. Snape groaned and bit his lip at the imagery. Another moment and he was convulsing against the armchair, coming so hard he was sure he was going to black out. He lay there completely boneless as his body bounced from the force of his lover’s thrusts. His spent cock swung back and forth with the vigorousness, alternating between hitting the chair’s skirt and his own balls. His chin kept bumping his shoulder as the top of his head was forced into the back of the chair. But Snape didn’t care. He allowed his lover to use his body as he needed and how he needed.

The energy changed and Lupin’s hands went tight around the Snape’s lower chest. Teeth sunk deep into Snape’s shoulder and the thrusts became almost brutal and too fast to even count. Snape winced but concentrated on giving his body up to Lupin. Finally, with a muffled shout and a tighter bite, Lupin climaxed. The jerky movements seemed to last for nearly a minute until his body stilled and heavy breathing was all Snape could hear. Another moment and the weight on top of him was lifted and he was free.

Gingerly, Snape rose up and turned. His trouser-trapped legs folded beneath him as he gently sat down on his heels. Lupin was laying on his back a foot away, his eyes closed.

“You’re buying me a new rug. Also a new pair of trousers and two new armchairs,” Snape stated calmly into the quiet.

“Two?” Lupin asked with a frown, his eyes still closed.

“Yes. Did you forget you hurled me into it? You most likely broke it and besides, it’s a matching set. If you are replacing one you will need to replace the other.”

“I didn’t hurl you. It was more of a… toss,” Lupin offered weakly. Snape raised an eyebrow at that.

“You seem to be back to your senses,” he observed.

“I believe I got it all out, yes.”

“Ah.” Snape nodded but the movement was wasted on his still closed-eyed companion. “Good then. I would hate to add any more items to your shopping list.”

A chuckle came from Lupin and his amber eyes glowed in the dancing light from the fire as they were finally revealed. “Only you, Severus, could handle what just happened with such aplomb. I haven’t even figured out how I feel about it.”

“Yes, well, it would be completely jack-assery if I were to claim that I didn’t enjoy it. The poor abused seat cushion would call me a liar, after all.” Snape resettled on his legs as the night’s activities were beginning to show themselves in twinges and stabs. He’d have to take a few anti-inflammatory and analgesic potions before bed, if he wanted to walk without a limp in the morning.

“Did you?” The eyes became serious as they looked at Snape. “The body can be forced into a reaction that the mind or heart do not want.”

Snape rolled his eyes and huffed in impatience. “Really, Remus. Do you think that I would be calmly discussing it with you if I had not been a willing participant for most of it?”

Lupin watched him for a second and then smiled. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t. I’m glad. I don’t think I’d be very good ingredients for one of your concoctions.”

“Hardly. At least not in your current state. However your other form has many properties that are highly prized. I would simply lock you away and then harvest what I needed and dispose of the rest.”

Shaking his head, Lupin eyed him with a grin. “Sometimes, Severus, I don’t know who people should fear for more in our relationship.”

“You, Remus. Definitely you.”

“I think you’re right.”

The end.