An Unexpected Gift

Title: An Unexpected Gift

Author: Lady Feylene

Pairing: Severus/Remus

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: No characters herein belong to me, I am making no claim
to them. I am making no money off of this.

Warning: Semi non-con. Male on male sexual intercourse.

Slash. Slash! You have been warned.

Summary: FQF challenge # 33:Remus becomes Snape\'s pet werewolf after Voldemort\'s victory.

Authors Notes: This fic is part of the Roughside HP Slavefic Fuh-Q-
Fest Challenge # 33 submitted by Seraphtrevs. Unlike my first entry, this took me all of three hours and I changed nothing. I wrote it in first person past tense, which is rare for me. I prefer first person present, but it didn\'t seem to fit this story. It\'s not as dark as I had expected it to be, but I believe it works well.



An Unexpected Gift


To begin, I would like to say that I regret my decisions. But I was never a man known for bravery. I was known more for deception, wit, and sarcasm. Hardly traits befitting a hero or martyr. But that does not mean I am a man possessing no conscience.


In the end, I served Voldemort. He was my first master, and now it has become clear he was my only master. I came to his feet willingly, laying my life down before his bloody throne. He promised me great things, and he has followed through his promises. If there is one thing that can be said of Voldemort, it is that he rewards those who are faithful. My faith wavered yes, but I suppose it was my faith in the end that mattered to him.


I never fought for him. But I did not fight against him. All he asked of me was that I step aside, not hinder him in any way. And I, after many long and sleepless nights, agreed.


It is not a bad life, under Voldemort\'s rule. I live in comparative luxury, in the manor of some now dead aristocrat. I am waited on, I have more money then ever before in my life. This manner of living may havet met me my soul, but in the end what does it truly matter?


And it seemed my rewards continued. My Lord was quite generous to those he took a liking to. And I made sure to keep his favor. I was never a yes-man, I refused to stoop to that level. But I gave counsel, and shared his bed when asked. Better to be a live sinner then a dead saint.


It did, however, surprised me when I received a letter informing me that Lord Voldemort had a gift for me. Considering he had just last week sent me a flask full of virgin\'s blood, a *very* rare commodity now a days. I was to expect a courier within twenty four hours. The letter boggled me. I had done nothing to warrant anything bestowed upon me.


The thought occupied my mind for hours on end. What could the Lord be sending me now? And what would I be expected to give in return? I had plenty of time to think on the subject, as the courier did not arrive until round about midnight. I was preparing for bed, and already in my dressing gown with a frightened House Elf informed me I had a visitor.


\"Yes?\" I kept my tone clipped, narrowing my eyes at the nervous young man who stood in my doorway. He had not entered the house itself. There was someone (or possibly some *thing*, it was quite dark) behing him, and he was holding a leash.


\"I\'m...I\'m sorry I\'m so late, sir, but t\'was right hard bringing \'im here!\" The boy was obviously terrified out of his wits. It was then I noticed the cuts on his face and hands. What in the name of Hecate had Voldemort sent me? I was beginning to think it a curse, rather then a gift!


\"I can see.\" I drawled, not offering the boy any sympathy. He served the Dark Lord, let him learn pain and rejection early. \"Well, over with it, it is cold and I am for bed!\"


\"Here. The Lord apologizes for not sending him earlier, but he didn\'t want to give him to you full strength \'an all.\"


\"Fine, fine, just be done with it!\" I was losing my patience. And I didn\'t understand a word of what the boy was telling me. Not yet. But when he handed me the leash and stepped away, everything became c.
.


I was silent a moment, my lips pursed into a thin line. Words escaped me, which was a rarity. What could I say? I simply turned, leash in my hand, and walked to a more private part of my manor. Slaves had ears, and mouths. And so did my Lord.


\"Well?\"


The voice behind me was low and husky, and obviously aggravated. I closed the door of my study, the only room warded and barred against any listeners. I pointedly ignored my \'gift\' until I hadred red myself a strong glass of bourbon. I drank it, attempting to sort my thoughts.


\"So you were unable to avoid capture.\" I finally managed to say, my voice a tad strained. I did no turn around, rather kept my back to him.


\"That\'s all you have to say?\" Words punctuated by a light scoff. \"I\'m handed to you on a collar and leash, and that\'s all you have to say?\"


\"You will forgive me, Lupin, but the situation is a bit unsettling. I am still gathering my wits.\" I set down my glass, and finally turn to face him. He looked very well, all things considered. His hair was rather long, brushing his shoulders. It was slightly uneven, but in a fetching manner. Skin lightly tanned, eyes a burnished gold, facial features strong and square. I had no idea what he had been doing after the war, other then avoiding capture, but it had toned and sculpted his muscles nicely. Could see them easily through the tears and rips in his rather worn garments. This was my gift. And it was one I didn\'t exactly want.


\"Well, I\'m sorry that me being tortured and given to you as a slave unsettles you.\" There was still fire in him, and I smiled a bit at that.


\"Sit.\" I waved my hand at a vacant chair. He was standing rather defiantly. . He made as though to say something, but then sat somewhat reluctantly. \"Now...do you care to tell me what happened?\"


\"I was caught. That much should be obvious.\" He folded his arms, and let out a sigh. \"They caught me. I thought I was safe, but...\"


\"And you are here why?\"


\"Because I\'m a gift, for you. They had their fun with me, and then it was the full moon, and then I was told I was a present for someone special. Which turns out to be you, how ironic.\"


\"Yes, quite.\" I wasn\'t sure how to proceed. What was I expected to do with him?


\"I didn\'t believe it, you know.\"


\"Hmmm?\" I wasn\'t paying much attention to him at that point.


\"That you had turned.\"


\"Oh. That.\" I waved my hand in a dismissive manner. \"Anyone who switches sides once may do it again. It\'s in the past, and I would rather not discuss it. What I do wish to discuss, is what in he name of Merlin I am supposed to do with you.\"


\"It\'s not obvious?\" Remus gave a derisive little laugh. \"The collar and leash aren\'t to control me, Severus, they\'re for effect.\"


\"Oh good god.\" I suppose I appreciated the thought, but Remus Lupin was hardly my t I p I preferred them younger for one, and pale and slender. Not robust and hearty, and my own age. \"I would think that after two years, my Lord would have some idea as to my taste in partners.\"


\"I suppose I\'m considered a novelty item. Lucius wanted me, you know. Claimed that nothing could beat a werewolf in bed.\"


\"Count yourself lucky Voldemort gave you to me. You would not last long in Lucius\' bed.\"


\"And why not?\" It seemed I had offended him somehow.


\"Because you would most likely be on the losing side of a game of See How Much the Werewolf Bleeds.\"


\"Ah.\" He nodded, seeming a bit more comfortable. I\'d made no move towards him, nor given him any reason to think I would.


\"I suppose you should be glad I\'ve a bit of a fondness for you.\" It was true, I had developed a bit of a liking for the werewolf. \"I will find you a room, and in the morning we will decide what to do with you.\" Word must reach Voldemort that I was receptive.


\"So now I\'m not only a gift, I\'m a rejected gift.\" He gave another little snort. I had never seen him quite so trite, but the circumstances did perhaps warrant it.


\"Well what would you rather Lupin? I take you to my bed?\"


He was silent for a while, not meeting my eyes. He stared at the floor, and shrugged slightly. At this point I didn\'t care what he decided, I just wanted to be done with it.


\"I guess I\'m just used to it by now.\" He looked up, and then I saw all his defiance was gone. He was sad and frightened and tired.


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\"They can be cruel.\" I knew that well. I was one of them, after all. I had done a fair share of raping and tormenting. But never anyone I knew. \"You are a mess, however. Come along.\"


I was not as tired as I had been. In the better light, I could see dried blood on his face and shoulders. What had they done, beaten him into submission before sending him to me? He also smelled less then fragrant. He needed a bath.


\"The least they could have done is clean you up for me.\" I frowned, leading him (by the leash, for the eyes of my other slaves) to the master suite. My bathing chamber was expansive, to say the least. A deeply sunken marble tub, with a ledge to sit on.


\"Appearances must be met.\" I told him, filling the large bath. \"You will sleep here. Or in a room adjacent to mine.\"


\"Wonderful.\"


\"Remove your clothes.\"


\"Severus, you\'re getting frisky.\" Remus said, and I just shook my head. I had half expected some sort of teary accusation. I turned to him, and had to nod appreciatively. Despite my own tastes running towards men of a lean nature, Remus\' body was quite impressive. Broad shoulders, well defined chest, slender waist, strong thighs and calves...


\"What?\" He asked, covering himself nervously.


\"Hmmm? Oh, nothing.\" I didn\'t realize I had been staring. A pity he covered himself so quickly, I hadn\'t even taken note of that.


\"You were staring.\"


\"I was taken by surprise, that\'s all. Good lord...\" He was rather beat up. Dark bruises marred his abdomen and upper thighs. There was a long cut across his chest, a bit of dried blood clinging to his skin.


\"By what?\"


\"You.\" I shrugged. \"Stop being modest, and get in the bath.\"


\"Now you\'re being dominating.\" Remus gave a rather small grin and trotted quickly into the bathroom before slipping into the warm water. His backside was as impressive as his front, his back smooth and wide, his buttocks tight and firm.


\"How good are you at play acting?\" I considered my position. Here was Remus Lupin, who I had recently decided was quite desirable, naked in my bath. And he was my slave...for all intents and purposes. I stripped off my dressing gown and slipped into the bath behind him.


\"What...?\" He turned, shock clouding his features. And partial fear. He hadn\'t been expecting this, but he was in no position to deny me.


\"Do be quiet.\" I pulled him close to my body, my arms wrapping around him from behind. He was smooth and sleek, and my hands slid over his damp skin easily.


\"Taking advantage of me after all?\"


\"Yes.\" He was still wearing his collar. It was heavy and black, and studded with green gemstones. I kissed his neck, tasting his salty skin. The collar dug into my chin, painfully. I frowned, and moved my lips to his shoulder. \"Come now...forget your position...this could be enjoyable...\"


\"Oh?\" He didn\'t sound that angry, rather amused. Perhaps a bit resentful, but he didn\'t seem inclined to make a fuss.


\"Yes...a bit of roleplaying, perhaps...\" I sucked at his skin, my hands trailing over his chest.


\"Only it isn\'t roleplaying...\" He leaned back, getting comfortable. \"I can\'t say no...\"


\"No.\" Oddly enough, the situation was highly arousing. Why not have a bit of fun? I slid my hand under the water, and found he was enjoying himself as well. I had never considered Remus Lupin for a lover, but now that I had him, I was very open to the idea. He had a certain golden beauty, tinged with silver and sorrow. It was appealing, if quite a deviation from my standards. \"Would you want to say no?\"


\"I\'m...not certain...probably...\" He gasped as I closed my hand around him, stroking him firmly. My lips worked on his shoulder as I continued to pleasure him with hand. Regardless of what he would have said, it doesn\'t matter. He had no choice, but he didn\'t seem to mind. Would I have stopped, had he truly wanted it? I didn\'t know. He squirmed against me, and he had to feel my erection against his backside.


\"It doesn\'t matter.\" I said, one hand sliding up his chest to toy with his hardened nipples. He moaned, arching against me. His buttocks rubbed against my erection in a delicious manner, and I sighed. I could feel his arousal tightening in my hand. \"I\'m going to take you...\"


\"Then do it.\" Remus growled, leaning forward and lifting his rear off of the bench. I cupped his buttocks, spreading them, and lowered him onto my aching shaft. He was tight and hot, and fit me like a glove. My hand worked its way around again, grasping his pulsing erection.


It was over quicky. I had never been one for long sessions of love making. I reached my peak long before he did. But in the end we were both sated. I left him to finish his bath on his own, and prepared a potion that would heal his wounds.


\"I assume you\'re going to keep me.\" Remus said, coming back into the bedroom. He was naked. Save for his collar.


\"Yes, I believe I am.\" I looked him over with a critical eye. He had a tattoo, on his left hip. It was a wolf. I hadn\'t noticed it before.


\"And are there rules I have to follow?\"


\"Of course.\" I may have been fond of him, but he was still my property. \"You do not leave these grounds. You do not speak to guests. You do not approach me when I am in my study.\"


\"And shall I walk around shirtless as well?\"


\"A wonderful suggestion.\" If he was going to be trite with me, he would suffer for it.


\"Fine. I\'m tired now, may I sleep?\"


\"And if I said no?\"


\"Then I\'d have no choice.\" He glared at me, and I noted that it made small creases around his eyes.


\"As it stands, I am tired as well.\" I slipped out of my dressing gown, and handed him his potion. \"Drink this.\" I climbed eagerly under the covers. Remus drank the healing potion and joined me, keeping his distance.


\"I don\'t bite, Lupin.\" If he was going to share my bed, he wasn\'t going to be a stranger in it. \"Come here.\"


He rolled against me, his back to me. I wrapped my arms around him, his collar cold against my neck. I knew the type well, it inhibited his magics. He could do nothing with it on. They were handy tools, really. Forged of some sort of iron. Unfortunately, no magic could be preformed on the wearer. Not that I thought I would have to punish Lupin much, he seemed rather suited for the role of slave.


\"I just want to sleep.\"


It sounded as though he regretted givin ton to me so easily. It was as if he remembered suddenly that I was the enemy, not some old school friend.


\"Be good Lupin, or I may share you with Lucius...\" I warned, lightly.


\"I;d like to think I\'m more valuable then to be squandered like that.\"




\"You would like to think so, wouldn\'t you?\" I breathed in his scent, molding my body against his. He was warm and comfortable and almost familiar. I rarely shared my bed with anyone, in the sense of letting them sleep beside me. But it was a pleasant sensation.


\"Please...\"


\"I like hearing that word on your lips.\" I kissed his neck, but settled into the pillow. \"But I am tired. Good night, Lupin.\"


\"Good night.\"


\"Good night, what?\" I urged, gently.


\"Severus, you aren\'t serious...\"


\"I am. Good night what?\" Lupin was no fool, he knew what I was asking him.


\"Good night.\" He paused, and a smile crept over my lips as I waited for him to finish. I could taste the loathing on his lips. He was a wolf, a wild creature. The wild ones hated to be made domestic. But he wore a collar and slept in my bed, as any other pet cur. He sighed, and the word slipped from his lips in a resigned growl.


\"Master.\"


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