A Just Reward

There was a soft knock at Severus' door at a quarter to eight that evening as Remus never liked to knock loudly. He thought it was odd to receive a note from Severus so early in the month. There was more than enough time before the full moon and there....there was no good reason for it! Remus clenched his fist as he tries to take a calming breath. He knew Sirius was right in the fact that it was mostly likely a trap, but he had to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. He wondered what would happen if he just walked away.

Severus opens the dungeon door as Remus starts to turn away. “Going somewhere, Lupin?” He asks in a cold voice.

“More a fact that I didn't think you were home, Severus,” Remus says with a forced smile. “What do you need of me, so early in the month?”

“The potion is not perfected, Lupin. Or would you rather be a demented werewolf instead of the calm one that the potion will make you?” Severus asks, a sneer on his lips. Yes, he wanted to help the werewolf, but he also needed to break his spirit. Which would be easier said than done. Lupin had been the friend of Sirius Black and James Potter....that had to take some spirit to not go insane at Black and Potter's antics.

“I thought you said last month that it had been,” Remus says, looking confused. “And I was perfectly calm and natural, save for being in werewolf form, mostly wolf.”

“Yes, but didn't you also say that you wanted to bite someone?” Severus asks, looking at Remus calculating.

“Yes, but that was over food and not having to do with being a werewolf,” Remus says. “Unless you think it was and therefore the potion should be changed.”

“Get inside already,” Snape says as he moves to let Remus in. He nearly snarled, but kept his cool at how hard this had to be. Before, during the first war, Remus would just come. However, now that Sirius was back and cleared of all wrongdoing, it took more and more for Remus to come to him.

“I really do hope that this is really about the potion,” Remus says as he enters the potion master's room. “We are over, Severus. We have been for a long time now.”

“Only because Black came back alive from that stupid veil,” Severus says as he starts to light more candles to have more light in the windowless room.

“It was before even that,” Remus says as he lets his eyes adjust to the light. “But, as I remember you arguing then, you said I was in mourning and I should have let you help me.”

“You should have, Remus,” Severus says as he takes Remus' hand. He leads him over to a table, usually filled with potion ingredients, now bare for what lay ahead.

“I didn't want you then and I really do not want you now,” Remus says as he tries to get out of Severus' grasp.

“So Black has taken you back as his lover? I hear he now has a Celtic pure blood witch he'd rather spend his time with. Not his good friend who made time for him before,” Severus says as he pushes Remus hard onto the table.

Remus winces as his back hits the hard word. “You're as harsh as ever, Severus.”

“Better to be harsh than to have nothing at all, wouldn't you agree?” Severus asks as he starts to move his hand down Remus' chest, unbuttoning Remus' shirt as he moved his hand. “Besides, I think you forget that you like what I do to you....be it hard or soft.”

Remus mutters something but just looks up at Severus. “I don't want this. I told you the last time, a year to the day, that we were stopping. So let me up.”

“No,” Severus says as he moves the shirt away from the center of Remus' chest. He looks up at Remus' hands and watches as the hands are tied above Remus' head. “I do believe you are staying for a bit. Do you want a pillow under your ass to make you more comfortable?”

Remus glares at Severus, not about to say anything else. His gaze moves down to Severus' pants and then smirks as they fall down. “Now I think I'm better.”

“Are you quite sure? As you seem to know how to undress very well, Remus,” Severus says as he kisses the middle of Remus' chest. His hands slowly move down Remus' body, his nails slicing into Remus' body to leave a bit of a bloody trail behind.

Remus gasps, closing his eyes in the bit of pain. “Severus....that's not necessary.”

“I believe it is,” Severus whispers as he reaches Remus' pants. He moves the pants down quickly, along with the boxers. He looks hungrily at Remus' semi-erect cock, slowly starting to stroke it. Remus bites his lower lip, not wanting to give into what Severus is doing, trying to deny that this is happening again. Remus' breathing starts to quicken as Severus starts to stroke a bit harder and faster, licking the tip of Remus' cock with his tongue. Remus whimpers as Severus takes a bit of him more in his mouth, sucking hard as he felt Remus start to become more erect. Severus squeezes Remus' balls, wanting to make the werewolf cum before he started the next part of his plan. It does not take long for Remus to come into Severus' mouth, crying out as he does so.

“Are we done then?” Remus asks quietly as he looks up at Severus.

“No,” Severus says with a smirk as he steps out of his pants and takes off his shirt. “Have our sessions ever been that short, Remus?”

“I was hoping that this one would be,” Remus says. “Considering the fact that you couldn't possibly want me, could you Severus? Not one that could have killed you so many years ago?”

“How about the fact that I got over that and you should as well?” Severus asks. “You know this is physical only and something both of us did need. Why shouldn't it continue?” He has his back to Remus, fixing something in a jar and pounding it until it became a smooth powder. He pours it into the lube, shaking the bottle to make sure the different parts mixed.

“Because people will find out,” Remus says. “What are you doing?”

“You will see in a moment,” Severus says as he starts to rub his cock down with the substance. He turns and goes back over to Remus with the bowl that the substance is in. He dips two fingers in it before moving those two fingers into Remus' ass, lubing him to make everything easier.

“Severus...we've discussed this. I am not letting you do that,' Remus says as he starts to struggle, noticing that his wrists seem to be more attached to the table now.

“Yes, we have and I am tired of words,” Severus says as he starts to stretch out Remus' asshole. The substance starts to make Remus' asshole wider as well as Remus continues to try to struggle away from what Severus is doing. Severus removes his hand, putting the bowl with the substance on another table before grabbing Remus' waist to make him stay still. Severus guides himself to Remus' asshole, thrusting in hard that it makes Remus cry out in pain. Severus moves himself in deeper as he nips at Remus' chest, making more marks that ooze out blood. He starts to thrust in and out as hard as he can, making Remus cry out more and more in pain until the cries become one of passion. Severus thrusts in one last time before cumming into Remus' ass, kissing the places where he drew blood. “now, Remus, was it really that bad?”

“More like a just reward, my potions master,” Remus whispers as he lay spent on the table, closing his eyes to relax.