Master and the Wolf

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Title: I'll Take Care of You Author: yura-slash (aka yurathewicked) Pairing/Characters: werewolf!OMC/werewolf!OMC/Remus Lupin, Severus Snape/Remus Lupin Word Count: 4,037 Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Slash. Language. Adult themes. Gratuitus sex? Yeah, you could probably call it that. Beta Reader: xdreamsofdramax Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters within. I am making no money from this fanfiction. Prompt: Remus has a pack aside from Greyback's crowd, a real pack. (He's not alpha. Beta, maybe.) Some members of this pack aren't exactly always on the strait and narrow... and one of them is an underworld connection willing to hide the now fugitive from both sides (after doing something like killing Nagini or stealing the cup & sending it to the Order anonymously) Severus Snape. Remus visits the pack den and runs into him. I'll Take Care of You Remus sniffed the air carefully as he approached the den. Something wasn't right with the smell of his pack, and it set him on edge. A low rumble started in his throat as he inched forward, his footsteps light and his body crouched low. Firelight fell across the ground in front of him and he paused, eyes flashing gold as they swept across the familiar faces just inside the cave. While the cave was deep and had many tunnels, on a night like this most of his pack liked to be close to the surface, able to see the luster of the almost-full moon. The moon... The full moon was near; Remus was returning just in time to have safe harbor for his transformation. He would no longer let himself transform with Greyback's pack, not now that Snape was gone and he didn't have the Wolfsbane Potion every month. If he woke up the morning after the full moon with human blood on his lips... well, he'd never be able to forgive himself. This far out in the wild, though, and with his pack, their only prey was small animals and deer. His eyes swept across the cave entrance once again. When he saw nothing out of the ordinary, he advanced cautiously into the firelight. With that small movement, his scent finally won against the wind and a few members of his pack jerked their heads up and sniffed in his direction. "Remus!" "Remus, old dog, where have you been?" He smiled then, the upturn of his lips irresistible, as Ruff and Mandel raced to the cave mouth and ran up to greet him, their noses scrunching as they sniffed him wildly. They were his Alphas, and he belonged to them. It felt good to be home. He sniffed them both back and let the warm feeling of belonging crash over him. "You smell like them again," Ruff whined, his hands caressing Remus' shoulders and then moving down his back. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, lowering his head in submission. If he had a tail, it'd be between his legs. "You know what Dumbledore asked me to do. I have to spy on their pack, get information for the Order ..." "We don't care about that," Ruff growled, suddenly angry and possessive. "You're not home enough for us." Mandel nodded in agreement and Remus felt about ten times worse. "I'm sorry," he whispered again. Mandel bared his teeth. "Stop apologizing!" Remus flinched and Mandel sighed. "You never get down on hands and knees for any of those fuckers, do you?" he asked, kneeling in front of Remus and looking up at him with sharp eyes. "No!" Remus shouted, inexplicably hurt by his accusation. Mandel just grinned up at him cheekily, and, before Remus could snap at him again, he was thrown back into Ruff's hard body as Mandel stuck his nose against the seam of Remus' pants and breathed in deep. "You need a good fuck, don't you Remus?" Ruff whispered into his ear, his hands coming to rest on Remus' buttocks. Remus' hips rocked forward into Mandel's face of their own volition, and Mandel looked up at him and licked his lips lasciviously. "You're ours," he whispered huskily. "Shouldn't we... take this somewhere else?" Remus panted. His eyes swept across the rest of their pack as they sat around the fires inside the den, some talking, some fucking, some watching them with eager eyes. "I think we should put on a show. Don't you, Mandel?" "Hell yes, Ruff," Mandel growled, his hands moving to undo the clasp on Remus' trousers. "Let's show them who Remus belongs to ..." and his mouth was suddenly full of Remus' cock. "Oh Merlin!" Remus shouted, Mandel's assault making his knees give out in shock. Ruff caught him and then ripped his trousers down to his knees while Mandel continued to deep-throat him. His head was reeling so much that he hardly noticed Ruff's spit-slicked fingers as they pushed inside him, stretched him, made him ready. When Ruff finally shoved up and inside his hot body, though, he threw back his head and howled at the moon. "That's right," Ruff whispered in his ear, thrusting up and into him violently. "You're ours." Remus whimpered and Ruff held onto his hips harder. "Fucking you never gets old. And Merlin! Look at him!" Remus groaned and Ruff barked in amusement. "He can hardly keep his hands off his own cock!" Remus looked down at Mandel, and the sight of him taking his cock in his mouth was so erotic that he felt his balls tighten and his release threaten. Mandel must have noticed, though, because he slowed the bobs of his head and let go of the base of Remus' cock. Remus groaned in frustration, but then moaned even louder when Ruff slammed into him particularly hard. Mandel's glowing eyes looked up at him as he reached down with both hands to undo his own trousers. Ruff continued to slam up and into him, and though Remus grunted and moaned and let out nothing but breathy whines every now and then, he never looked away from Mandel, who had freed his own throbbing cock and was now fisting himself frantically. His mouth still wrapped around Remus' cock and his tongue swirling around the head, he jerked off with his eyes on Remus and Ruff. Remus, through fluttering eyes, watched and felt as Mandel increased the speed of his hand and the pressure on his cock, and, just when he thought he can't take it anymore, Ruff jerked up and inside him at that angle, hitting his prostrate dead on and making him scream with pleasure. Mandel swallowed hard around his length at the same time, and finally it really was too much ... he fell over the edge, shooting his cum down Mandel's throat and wrenching a deep moan from Ruff, who emptied himself inside Remus' clenching body. "Oh Merlin," Remus groaned, almost collapsing in relief. Ruff barely held him steady, his breaths coming in harsh pants on Remus' neck, and he melted back into the other man, shivering as Mandel licked his wilting cock clean. Before the tongue on him could become too much, Mandel pulled away and cried out quietly. Remus smelt the kneeling werewolf's spunk splash the ground at his feet and moaned softly in response. "Damnit, I've missed you both." Ruff lowered them both to the ground and Mandel curled up on top of Remus' legs. It felt so good to be between them again... "So he's back now, is he?" a whiny voice sounded nearby, intruding on their post-orgasmic bliss. Mandel twitched and looks up irritably, and Remus felt Ruff tense behind him. "Get lost, Tyrone." "What's the matter, Rufus? Now that the old boy's back, can't find the time for a quick fuck?" "Don't call me that," Ruff growled, but Remus barely heard him over the rushing in his ears. Could it be? Ruff would never... "Too good for your father's name, Ruff? You didn't seem to mind all the times I screamed it out from under you these last few weeks." Remus' nose twitched and suddenly the smell of sex, Ruff and Mandel's sex, assaulted him. And it was coming for the young werewolf currently standing in front of them, smirking down at him, taunting him and letting him know in plain terms that Ruff and Mandel were his Alphas now, and that their last fuck meant nothing, and that... that... Remus stood up abruptly, untangling himself from his lovers. "Remus, don't listen to him!" "Remus! Where are you ..." "Don't lie to me!" he shouted, spit flying from his mouth. "I can bloody well smell him, can't I? HE REEKS OF YOU BOTH!" and with that he stumbled away, pulling up his pants as he went, baring his teeth defensively at any and all who moved to stand in his way. ********** The full moon is tomorrow. Remus stared at the canvas wall miserably and tried to ignore the smell of Ruff and Mandel outside his tent ... tried to ignore the twinge in his ass that Ruff's cock had caused. The two of them had been out there most of last night, and again this morning, intent on talking to him about Tyrone. It shouldn't really bother him that much, considering how strong a werewolf's libido was, and how long he'd been away from them last. It surprised him that they hadn't found a new Beta months ago, really. He didn't want to talk to them. When the full moon had passed, he was leaving. For good. He'd find somewhere to lock himself up once a month ... Daddy, Mommy, no! Please! Maybe a cage, or a room with strong windows and locked doors ... Mommy, where are you going? What's happening? It was better than coming back to the pack, especially when Ruff and Mandel had so obviously moved on. He'd just be a lonely Beta, and an easy target for overly aggressive Alphas. I don't like the cage, Mommy! Mommy I'm scared! There were plenty of them who couldn't keep the wolf in control enough to have one Beta live for any length of time. It was regrettable, but unavoidable in a pack as large as theirs. He'd just not come back, maybe get a cage. Surely Molly or Tonks could ... What's happening to me?! could find somebody to watch over him. If only Albus ... Mommy! he missed Albus. Remus curled up and tried to ignore the voices that echoed in his head. He'd leave with the waning of the moon. ********** Ruff and Mandel were finally gone. They must have gotten hungry ... or maybe given up on him? It hardly mattered. He stretched languidly and then bent his neck to the side, reveling in the sound of his old bones cracking and popping. He was a tad hungry himself, and the young buck meat he could smell was certainly tantalizing, but he wasn't sure whether or not he could face the rest of his pack. After the spectacle he'd made of himself earlier, he'd likely be the laughing stock of them all, and the target of a few horny Alphas, he was sure. Before he could decide what to do next, his nose perked up again. The smell ... the something funny ... was back now that Ruff and Mandel weren't there to clog his senses. It was a smell that was somehow familiar, yet not at the same time. He poked his head out of his tent and sniffed. It was coming from farther back in the tunnels. Remus hardly ventured farther back than he was now, but the scent was so tantalizing... He left the confines of his tent cautiously, determined not to be seen by any of the pack members currently preoccupied with lunch. He shouldn't have been worried. Once he was past the first turn in the dark tunnels, he lost all smells but the one he was currently pursuing. With a single-minded determinedness he hadn't known in months, he closed in on the scent, making turns and backtracking through the maze of tunnels behind and beneath their cave. Finally, after what seemed like hours but was surely only a few minutes, Remus came upon a dark cavern. A single dingy tent stood in one corner, and with one hard sniff Remus was certain that he had found the right place. He bounded forward in anticipation, suddenly certain that the scent belonged to a man, and that the man smelt like home, and that, while not a werewolf, this man was his Alpha as surely as the moon would rise tomorrow. He skidded to a halt and threw open the tent flap, impatient to see the man who he would... "Snape!" "Expelliarmus!" Remus was knocked off his feet as his wand went flying in the opposite direction, right into Snape's waiting hand. He landed jarringly, and then looked up at the ex-Potions Professor, expression pained. "Lupin?" Snape looked just as surprised as Remus felt, but he wasn't taking any chances. The man was a Death Eater, and he may have been hunting for him ... to kill or to question. Snape certainly had experience in torture and interrogation... "Snape, okay with you if I get up now? My bum is hurting something awful after that ..." "Fine ... yes ... up! Up!" Remus hid a smile at the consternation evident in Snape's voice, his aging bones giving him enough pain not to make the matter too difficult. "So ..." "So ..." Snape echoed. They stared at each other a moment, unsure and a tad overwhelmed, before ... "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?" They'd spoken at the exact same moment, and both men stopped in surprise. All was silent again until Snape huffed and then turned back towards his tent. "Come in, come in ... it is hardly wise to gab out here in the open." The idea of Snape ‘gabbing' was laughable, but when Snape held open the tent flap for him, Remus preceded him inside his tent. He stood awkwardly while the other man's ink-black eyes darted about the small cavern before letting the canvas fall closed behind them. "Answer my question, Snape." Snape scowled at him. "Haven't you ever heard of a Silencing Charm before?" he hissed, flicking his wand violently and causing Remus to flinch ... just a bit. "Sorry," he mumbled, his head lowering as his Beta instincts kicked in. It was harder to deny them here, among his pack. Snape just shook his head and conjured up a small fold-up chair for them both. Remus stared at the flimsy things for a moment before Snape sat in one wearily, gesturing for Remus to do the same. "I suppose I can tell you why I'm here. It is, after all, rather obvious why you would be here." Remus wasn't really feeling up to their usual verbal sparing, so he just ignored Snape's barb and sat down across from him, quite content to wait (no matter how long) for him to get to the point. "This must be your pack ... all the mangy packs in England and this so happens to be the one you frequent for your monthly needs. I wouldn't be surprised if you got down on hands and kn..." Remus coughed, barely managing to hold back a growl. "Go on." "Yes. Well ..." Snape looked at a loss for words (for once), and Remus waited frostily for him to get on with it. This was the man who had betrayed them, who had killed Dumbledore... "The chalice, did Potter receive it?" Remus' head snapped up, immediately at attention. "And what would you know about that?" Snape spread his hands wide in a magnanimous gesture, and his shit-eater grin was enough to give Remus chills. "Oh, no way." He shook his head in disbelief, and Snape just crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, eyebrow arched. "Bloody hell! But Dumbledore ... Harry saw you kill him!" Snape's eyes hardened. "Dumbledore was dying anyway," he snapped. "Gaunt's ring ... oh! What would you know about it, anyway?" Remus didn't answer, just watched him from across the tent carefully. His werewolf senses picked up Snape's slight increase in pulse, and the quickening of his breaths. The man was obviously upset about something, and Remus was content to watch the scene unfold. Maybe he could learn something... "I tried ... " Snape croaked, and then coughed, clearing his throat mightily. "I tried to save him, but everything... nothing I tried worked. The old man was dying, and it was his own bloody fault! Reckless, stupid Gryffindor!!!" Remus tried not to flinch at his sudden outburst, really he did, but Snape's raw magic flared out of control. It swirled around them, threatening to lash out and strike. "And what am I supposed to do, now? WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?!" he bellowed, voice breaking on the last word. Remus watched as Snape dropped his face into his hands. "He insisted ... for the good of the cause of course ... that I kill him. Earn Voldemort's trust. Locate the last unknown Horcrux." Remus could hardly hear him around his hands, now. "I couldn't believe ... all the things I've sacrificed... never even had the chance to grieve before ‘back in the ranks,' mixing up poisons..." As he watched, Snape seemed to fold in on himself, and Remus had the distinct impression that he was about to cry. He wasn't really up to comforting the man though, not when he'd always been such a bastard, so he let his eyes wander instead. Taking in his surroundings, it certainly looked like Snape was on the run; herbs and plants dangled from crudely constructed shelves, vials and test tubes, some cracked and oozing their contents, littered the shelves and ground, and a trunk bursting with torn and dirty robes sat at the floor before a ratty sleeping bag. Remus was inclined to believe him about Dumbledore, especially since he'd broken down in front of him. The question remained, however, as to what Snape was doing here, and what he planned to do for the next... however long it took to kill Voldemort. Or maybe, if he explained things to Harry... And what was that he'd said about the chalice being the "last unknown Horcrux?" He coughed, trying to gain Snape's attention without touching him; he was quite sure that one could lose an appendage or two that way. When that didn't work, he cleared his throat and tried his original question again. "So, what are you doing here?" Snape looked up from his hands, and his eyes were distinctly red around the edges. He studied Remus for a moment, as if determining his trustworthiness, and Remus stared back at him defiantly. A small thrill went through him when Snape turned away first, his eyes focusing on the ratty sleeping bag to their left. "Voldemort found out that I'd stolen the Rowena's chalice. Thankfully, he didn't know what I wanted it for. I set enough clues about to make it look like I was interested in it for other purposes ... Restorative Potion-making and the like ... but he wasn't happy. I fled, after sending the chalice Potter's way, and this is where I ended up. One of your pack-mates, Silverback I believe he called himself, isn't exactly on the strait-and-narrow and for a Galleon a week..." He shrugged and Remus nodded in understanding. "Didn't you think about coming to Harry with the chalice? If he'd known that you were on his side, maybe you could have stayed with ..." "That was out of the question," Snape interrupted. "After what I've done, I can never hope to be forgiven." "Didn't Dumbledore take any precautionary measures to ensure that your true allegiance was known?" "I don't know," Snape answered. He stared down at the ground for a moment and then sighed, and his eyes swung back up to meet Remus' amber gaze. "If you haven't heard anything, then I sincerely doubt that there is anything to hear." "I see..." They stared into each others' eyes for a moment, lost in their individual thoughts. Finally, Remus cracked his lips open enough to whisper, "I can talk to Harry for you, you know. Get you back on our side, protected and able to ..." Snape stood up abruptly, knocking the flimsy fold-up chair behind him. "I don't need your help, Remus!" Remus stared up at him calmly, unmoved by his show of anger. "Severus, I can't leave you here like this. Not after what I know ..." "I don't need your Goddamn pity, either!" "You would be an invaluable help to Harry, as well. With your training, he could ..." "The brat would never trust me!" He reached down and grabbed Remus' shirt. "Get it through your thick skull," he hissed, hauling him up aggressively and shoving his face in his, "Potter would kill me as soon as look at me!" Remus looked straight back into his fathomless eyes, and then kissed him full on the mouth. ********** "Mmph!" Remus broke away, gasping, and glared hard at Snape. "Stop talking for a ten seconds and kiss me, dammit!" Snape stared down at him, completely bewildered. "But I ... you... you hate me! And nothing's been resolved! You can't just ... " "Oh Severus," he growled, his voice a low rumble, "this close to the full moon, I believe I can." He pushed Snape back, unbalancing him, and then maneuvered him down onto the ratty sleeping bag laid out beneath them. "You talk about Harry as if you know him, but, I assure you, you DO NOT." His fingers flew down the front of Severus' shirt, and in seconds his chest was bared before him. "Give him a chance to turn you away. Until then ... " he leaned forward and pressed his nose against the other man's skin. Snape trembled at his light touch. "Why are you doing this?" he whispered, voice unsteady. "Because I believe you. Because I want you on our side. Because I want ..." "What? What do you want, Remus?" "Oh God, your scent!" Remus moaned, breathing the smell of Snape's skin in deeply. "I could smell you from my own tent ... so alluring! When you grabbed me, angry and full of rage..." It was Remus' turn to tremble now, and Snape felt a small thrill at that. "What do you want?" he asked, voice low and husky against Remus' hair. "I want you to ... oh Merlin, just fuck me... please!" he groaned. Severus tensed, as another part of him throbbed in arousal. "Why ... why would you want that?" "Please be my Alpha, please! Please ... please take care of me and I'll take care of you. Please Snape ... Severus, oh Merlin, Severus!" Remus groaned, and Snape couldn't keep his arms from going around Remus, from clutching him against him, from taking a deep breath and smelling his hair and his sweat and his arousal... "Are you sure?" he whispered. Remus was. ********** Snape pounded into Remus ferociously. Their breaths came in harsh pants, and Remus gripped the sleeping bag underneath him as Snape snapped his hips forward and drove himself inside him. "Oh ... Oh Merlin!" "Remus!" "Se-everus! Oh Merlin, oh please!" Severus looked down at Remus, on his hands and knees and practically writhing underneath him. He gripped his hips even harder and pulled out of him until his cock, glistening with a mild pain potion, was almost completely unsheathed. Then, with a deep-throated groan, he pulled Remus back towards him, impaling him even as he thrust up and into his ass. "Such ... such a good little bottom, aren't you?" he panted. "Yesss," Remus hissed, arching his back and welcoming Snape's violent thrusts. "You're mine now, wolf," he growled. "No one else... can... have you now." "No! Never!" Remus shouted. Severus gritted his teeth and concentrated on making Remus feel it. After a few more heated moments, his right hand slipped from Remus' hip and reached around to grasp his bobbing erection. "Oh Sev- OH!" Severus gripped his hard length and began to pump in time with his thrusts, the animalistic sounds it drew from Remus only driving him to pump harder, faster. Finally, with a gut-wrenching scream, Remus came. His ass clenched and Severus stilled inside him, overcome by the sensation and filled with ecstasy as his own orgasm was ripped from him. "Remus!" he groaned. "Severus..." Remus whispered, shaking from the force of his release. Severus closed his eyes and collapsed on top of his back. "Mine," he rasped, breathing in Remus' scent raggedly. "Yours," Remus murmured contentedly, already falling asleep under his heavy weight. Severus looked down on him and tried to hold back the fond smile that threatened to take over his features. "We'll take care of each other, hmm?" "Yes..." Remus sighed. Severus pulled out of him carefully and then arranged them so that they could lie together on top of his sleeping bag. "I suppose... if Harry agreed ... I wouldn't mind horribly living at Grimmauld Place with you." Remus purred happily and curled against Snape's naked body. Snape found that he didn't mind horribly.