The Things I Did for a Few Galleons
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The Things I Did for a Few Galleons
Warning: This short novel has depicts both heterosexual and homosexual (slash) scenes.
Author’s note
I had the idea for this plot after I watched “Yo puta”, a movie that mixes a documentary about prostitution (most, if not all of the interviewed sex workers portray themselves) and some fictional plot. It is not a movie that will change your life, but it gave me a much deeper, and probably much more accurate idea of what that world is like. Many of the details I incorporated to this novel are inspired by the true stories of sex workers, men and women, from all around the world.
This story has a peculiar format, and I thought I would explain it to you so you do not get confused as you read it. The story is told from a third point of view. Remus is being interrogated by someone; he reports facts and events, but also whole conversations. Therefore, each time you see a paragraph break begin with “‘ you know that Remus is still the one talking, but he is reporting his or someone else’s words. The interrogator is labelled “the voice” almost each time he/she intervenes. I hope this makes things clear. Enjoy!
The Things I Did for a Few Galleons
by
ZahariaCelestina
“Tell me the first thing you remember about that night,” inquired the voice.
“I remember him saying: ‘You want to survive in this shite-filled word, lad? Then, listen to me. If you think you’re a beast, take a hard look around you. Humans treat their bloody dogs and cats better than they’ll ever treat you, me, and the rest of us. They are the beasts; they are the monsters,’” Remus explained, a hard glint flashing in his golden eyes.
“Humans are beasts… humans are monsters… I repeated mentally. I wanted to make my maker’s words become a part of my very identity,” he continued.
“So you admired him, then,” commented the voice.
“I didn’t like him, let alone admire him. In fact, I loathed him. He showed me no mercy when I came face-to-face with him in the middle of my uncle’s crops. I thought I was about to be found by one of the neighbours with whom I was playing a game of hide-and-seek. A very discreet one, for we had all deserted our beds without our parents’ consent, obviously. I can still smell the putrid odour of his breath as it brushed against my petrified form. I can still remember the primal fear that seized me when his powerful jaw seized my left leg… same for the pain that came with it… same for the shame that soiled my pyjama pants.”
Silence.
“Go on,” said the voice simply.
“Years had passed since that cursed night, and I thought I would never have to see him again. My parents kept me well-protected from him and he soon abandoned his hopes of taking me away from them. Later on, I found another form of guardians. James, Sirius, Lily… even Peter, to a certain extent. They all kept me away from the horridness of my deepest nature, and it did me good. I had a roof over my head and food was never lacking on my table, thanks to our joined efforts. That is, until I decided to start being on my own, telling them it was time I acted my age and stopped being a burden for them. James and Lily had other things on their minds, especially that they were expecting their first child. They still had not made the news public, because Lily was in her first trimester, but I had smelled the change in her the minute she had walked into the Headquarters. Peter did not argue much when I refused his help; he had been a little distant in the preceding weeks. Sirius was a real pain at times: he practically forced his way inside my cupboard to give me food, but I eventually managed to make him understand that I did not need it. Stupid fool.”
“Some would say so,” commented the voice.
“When I think about it, it almost makes me sick. Eleven months, it took. Eleven months since I had begun my brand-new autonomous lifestyle, and I was already no longer able to support myself. I thought I could live on small jobs on farms or in little stores for a while, counting on the understanding and good nature of my fellow humans. A few hexed and jinxed welcomes forced me to lose that illusion pretty quickly. Money was running alarmingly low; my ribs were starting to betray my state of starvation. I had very little choices left, so I sought the last person I ever thought I would speak to again: Fenrir Greyback.”
“How did you find him? I thought he was deep in hiding...”
“Finding him was not easy. Aurors had been after him since his Death Eater robes were found in his previous flat a few full moons before. He had barely managed to escape from them on his return in the morning. Thanks to my schoolmates’ constant presence at my side during my adolescence, I had not formed any bond with other people from my kind when I left Hogwarts. My involvement with the Order, however, gave me access to some lists that proved to be very helpful. Pubs where some of them met… clearings where they transformed… hiding places. Luckily for me, I soon retraced some of Greyback’s victims. I wove them a tale about me wanting to join his pack and I finally got his whereabouts. I had to pay the price of a few brawls in seedy establishments or on back streets when my informers had unfinished business with Greyback, but it was worth it. By the end of September, I was knocking at his door. And asking myself what the bloody hell I was doing there.”
“How did he react?” asked the voice.
“Again, my luck did not fail me. He was totally drunk when he answered the door; disarming him was ridiculously easy. He calmed down at once when he recognized one of his kind and smelled the remains of his mark oozing through my skin. I can say that I played my role very well: the second I lowered my wand, I showed him the repentant face of a lost child returning home.”
“And it worked?” The voice was filled with doubt.
“It did. Greyback had failed to lure me into embracing his principles while I was young. He never missed a chance to enlarge the size of his pack. I told him that I was in a bad situation; a tale he had heard on countless occasions from fellow werewolves. He rambled on for about an hour: he talked about the injustices of the wizarding society, about the pains he had personally been through to make a living, and so on. Nothing I had heard so far was very helpful.”
“Didn't you come for a compassionate shoulder to rest your head on?” sneered the voice.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” exclaimed Remus, who was starting to get impatient. “Had I wanted compassion, I would have turned to my friends!”
“Ah, yes, your friends… but you could not turn to them anymore. Not now that you had stated your need for autonomy. As strange as it may appear to you, I do understand that. Continue.”
“Why are you asking me all this?”
“Lupin, I will say this only once,” purred the voice in threateningly low tones. “I am the one asking questions here.”
“I don’t see how this is relevant to--”
“It is for me to decide,” hissed the voice against Remus’ ear. “Continue. What were you seeking that night?”
“My friends’ advice was good, but it could not replace the advice of someone who had personally been through the same situations,” answered Remus after a short pause. “I hoped that he would have better ideas, tips, I don’t know. I was desperate for advice at that point.”
“Ah, despair… it can lead people to do so many things they wouldn’t normally do…” sighed the voice with a touch of delight. “What advice did he give you?”
“He suggested a few factories where some of the werewolves he had made worked, but I had already tried them. They had fired me after a few months because I missed too many days after the full moon. He laughed when I told him about this. ‘Had you come to me when it was still time instead of being pampered by that bird in that bloody school, you would be tougher today, lad!’ In a way, he was right… but, had I joined his pack sooner, there are many things I would have lacked.”
“Such as?”
“Education,” Remus answered without hesitation. “Culture. Refinement. Resourcefulness.”
This time, the voice snorted.
“You may make fun of them, but they have always had their usefulness,” Remus retorted firmly. “So as I said, Greyback’s first advice did not help me at all. What’s more, he was getting drunker by the minute. I pressed him with more precise questions.
“‘The more I listen to you, the clearer it gets in my mind,’ he said, tapping his temple with the neck of his cheap vodka bottle. ‘I might have a job for you.’
“‘What kind of job would that be?’ I asked.
“‘The dream job, mate,’ he replied. ‘Flexible hours… no obligation to show up for work on the days surrounding the full moon… a very comprehensive boss…’
“‘What… work for you?’ I exclaimed, incredulous.
“‘For me, for me… yes and no, er… what’s your name again?’”
“So much for an adoptive father,” taunted the voice nastily.
“I would never even consider calling him that,” Remus replied, stiffening on his chair.
“Go on,” urged the voice. “Who knew you were such a good storyteller? I want to know every detail.”
“Greyback said, ‘I’ll only take a small percentage of your profits for filling up your schedule and making sure things go smoothly,’” explained Remus obediently.
“‘Be more precise… what would my tasks be?’ I asked, with the nasty feeling that my suspicions were right.”
“And what were these suspicions, if I may ask?” said the voice haughtily.
“I’d have told you already if you hadn’t interrupted me again,” retorted Remus, impatience now clear in his voice.
“I will not tolerate that kind of attitude very long, werewolf,” hissed the voice, while Remus felt a harsh hand grab his hair and pull his head backward while the tip of a wand pressed against his throat. “I have been more than gentle so far; don’t make me show the other side of me.”
“I know more about people’s other side than you think…” Remus commented insolently. “Tricking me into this came straight from that other side of yours. I’d have preferred a few well-felt hexes, if you ask me.”
“We might come to that,” replied the voice patiently, the hand letting go of Remus’ hair. “For now, answer my question.”
“As I said, I was about to,” continued Remus, repressing a grin. “At first, I thought Greyback would offer me to be one of his men for Vold--”
“Don’t say his name!” hissed the voice with venom.
“For one of his missions,” said Remus, the grin definitely floating on his lips now, “or involve me in some illegal potions deals, but I was wrong. When I asked him what my tasks would be exactly, he cocked his head to the side and said, ‘That depends… which side are you on… er, Remus?’
“‘I’m not sure I get the meaning of your question, Greyback,’ I replied, feeling suspicious.
“‘Which one do you like to shag?’ he asked straightforwardly. ‘Bitches? Poofters? Kids?’
“‘Consenting adults, that’s for sure,’ I blurted out, which made him gave out a hoarse laugh that disgusted me. ‘As for my preferences… they still go on both sides for now. I hardly see why that’s relevant, however.’
“‘That’s very relevant, and that’s even good news, lad. From this day forward, you’re going to be an escort.’
“‘And that would make you what,’ I replied, fighting the urge to chuckle, ‘my pimp?’
“‘You’d need one anyway,’ he declared matter-of-factly.
“‘Look, I think there could be other options left, right?’ I said, trying not to stammer. ‘I mean… that’s a bit…’
“‘What? Low? Degrading?’ grunted Greyback. ‘How about the last time you ate out of a garbage can, mate?’ I did not reply, but my eyes drifted aside. ‘We’ve all had to do it one day or another. That’s what they force us to do, right? But there’s a way around this; we can still get the better of them. You don’t look fit for stealing or even intimidating. You’ve got a sweet face; let’s take advantage of this.’”
“I didn’t know Greyback was so prone to giving compliments,” commented the voice sarcastically.
“He wasn’t complimenting me,” replied Remus calmly. “He was just calculating where his greatest profits could be. Don’t take him for more stupid than he is. Even by that time, he had seen enough of his ‘children’ to size me up well. I would have refused to steal, attack or kill for him: I was not ready to sink that low. He didn’t waste his time and went straight to an offer he knew I could eventually come to accept.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what you were looking for,” suggested the voice.
“That’s a good question,” said Remus after a grave pause. “I don’t know.”
“It was not a question. Keep talking.”
“Whatever you may think, I did not really know what to say, even if I was not completely surprised by his offer. I told him that I needed some time to think about it, but it only made him laugh again. ‘Either you take my offer or you don’t, mate, but you won’t walk out of this flat without giving me a clear answer.’
“So,” Remus sighed, “I tried to buy some time and I asked him how things would work if I accepted his offer. He told me that I would have to work the streets a lot at first, but he was pretty sure that he could also give me a few more substantial contracts from time to time: private parties, bribes or just gifts for officials –I doubted they were from the Ministry- and so on. He said that my sexual versatility would be an asset and that if I acted cleverly, I would get a clientele and a good reputation in no time.”
“And you believed him?”
“I wanted to. I can’t say Greyback and I have ever had a relationship marked by mutual trust. But, no matter how often he denigrated my education, he saw the potential it had and the profit he could make from it. Only a very small number of his ‘pups’, as he called us, could ever hope to be given a contract with the wizarding elite. They were more or less condemned to walk up and down the Knockturn Alley sidewalks and the vicinity, hoping that their next client would not beat them to a pulp. Even as wasted as he was that night, he could still see that, with a minimum of experience, I could become more popular and expensive than the rest of his… employees.”
“It seems to me like a horribly vain estimate of your worth,” commented the voice sullenly.
“I thought vanity was a language you have always understood better than any other,” Remus replied cheekily.
A moment later, an angry growl resounded behind him. Remus felt a strong kick miss his ribs by less than an inch; his chair was pushed to the side and fell to the ground, pulling him along with it. Fortunately for him, Remus’ muscles tensed from the surprise of the assault; it kept his head from being knocked too hard against the wooden floor. His shoulder and knee, however, took the shock. He was still hissing from the searing pain that ran through his body when the sole of a boot was pressed against his cheek, keeping his face down firmly.
“I thought we already discussed your attitude, werewolf,” said the voice in a tone that rang with cold fury. “I will not tolerate your insults!”
The threat only made Remus chuckle louder.
“You could have done like any insecure spinster and drugged me with cheap Lust Potion, but no! You chose this!”
“A very wise choice indeed…”
“You wanted my transparency and my honesty? You’re stuck with it now, whether you like it or not!”
“Yes, I have insured your transparency and honesty, werewolf,” confirmed the voice a little more calmly, “but in my great generosity, I have not robbed you of the little intelligence you have. You can still choose your words. I suggest you choose them a bit more wisely.”
“Or else?”
“Or else, I shall be forced to perform one or two curses that will make you.”
“I know you don’t want to kill me,” Remus replied more seriously, his jaw starting to ache at annoying intense levels. “I know you can’t even kill me.”
“Try me.”
“That’s not what I meant… I know a few of the things you’ve done in the past, and I’m sure you have it in you. But that’s not what you’re here for… though I'm really having a hard time figuring that out. What are we really doing he--”
“I’m the one asking questions, remember?” interrupted the voice. “All I want for now is information, and I’m getting plenty. I can keep getting it smoothly or I can start getting it the rough way, but I’m still going to get it. It’s all up to you, werewolf. Behaving courteously will grant you the same from me. Admit it; I’ve got the better of you, fair and square.”
“I would be stupid to think the opposite,” commented Remus, looking at the boot against his face and the magical binds that encircled his body from his shoulders to his thighs. “Could you remove your foot now, please?”
“But certainly,” replied the voice in a syrupy tone. “And I can even help you sit straight again. There; I’m sure our pleasant conversation will be far more comfortable to carry on this way.”
“Speaking of which, could I have a glass of water? I have been talking a lot, and--”
“Don’t push your luck, Lupin,” said the voice warningly as its possessor sat back on a chair opposite him.
“Fine, then. Where were we?” asked Remus evenly.
“Your vanity…”
“You can choose to call it that way, but it’s not the way I see things. Greyback preferred to bite his victims when they were very young. I cannot know for sure, but I think I am the only one who was ever able to complete a magical education. Vanity would make me proud of this fact, but I am rather as grateful as I am sad when I think about it.”
“So Greyback had grand plans for you,” cut the voice with a hint of impatience. “Did you accept to be a part of them or not?”
“I hesitated. Greyback did not tolerate it for long and he made me understand that I had little to sell other than my body, so…” Remus answered genuinely, shrugging his shoulders. “What finally convinced me was his word that I could end our agreement whenever I wanted if I found a better job. I did not believe him capable of letting me go that easily if I represented income to him, of course. But he made me realise that I could choose to make that choice short or long term; I trusted my duelling and hiding skills enough to escape from him if needed.”
“The same duelling skills that put you at my mercy tonight, you mean?”
“Oh, we did not duel… but we don’t want to start arguing about this again, do we?”
“It would be a waste of my precious time,” replied the voice through a smirk. “So once you accepted his terms, what was the first job he gave you?”
“A classic… ‘If you want me to find you nice jobs, lad, you’ve got to show me what you’re worth,’ he said, unbuckling his belt. ‘You do well, you get a hot meal and a bed. Give me rubbish and you only get that old rug over there to sleep on. Get on your knees now; you’ll soon get used to the way it feels.’”
“How was it?” asked the voice with certain mockery.
“You know how the man smells with his clothes on,” replied Remus a bit harshly. “Try imagine rubbing your nose against his crotch. Keep in mind that my sense of smell is about forty times more developed than yours and you’ll get a pretty accurate idea of how it was. He had body odour; it was revolting. At that time, however, I imagined that he would probably not be the last person that I would encounter with that kind of problem. I held my breath, shoved his prick into my mouth and tried not to wince.”
“It does not sound very arousing for a first job,” sneered the voice.
“How astute,” Remus sneered back. “Nevertheless, once his genitals got properly lapped and well coated with my saliva, the smell was a bit more bearable. I might have even enjoyed it if I had not been so hungry; the hunger definitely added to the general feeling of nausea.”
“Was it the first time you gave a blowjob?” asked the voice without the smallest trace of sympathy.
“No, it wasn’t. I had my first experience at school during my sixth year.”
“With whom?”
“Thomas Wilkins; he was in Ravenclaw, seventh year. We sneaked out of the castle on one of the first warm nights of the year and we did it by the lake.”
“How very romantic,” mocked the voice.
“We were two randy teenagers who barely knew what they were doing; neither of us wanted it to be romantic,” continued Remus grudgingly. “It was over quickly and we only repeated the experience a couple of times before he left Hogwarts.”
“You are drifting, werewolf. We were talking about that night with Greyback. How did the rest of it go?”
“That one was a little less quick, unfortunately. He was very drunk by then; I was surprised he could even get it up. Apparently, getting hard was not a problem for him, but coming… that was another story. I must have sucked him for fifteen minutes straight before I finally tasted something promising, but it was still far from being over.”
“Maybe you were just incompetent…”
“If I was, he was a bloody good actor,” retorted Remus with a bitter smirk. “He grunted and growled as if we had been on a full moon night. Alcohol helped me, in a way: he was so uninhibited that I got all the feedback I needed without any effort. He was not into delicateness, as you can imagine, and I learned how to please him pretty quickly.”
“What did he prefer?” asked the voice, filled with perverted curiosity.
“Ironically, he preferred to be bitten. When I started nibbling his penis, he throbbed hard against my mouth and grabbed my hair with both hands. I worked his arousal gradually, alternating bolder nibbles with hard sucks, until he got up and started pumping my mouth as deep as he could. He was sweating like a pig by then, and started grunting insults between hoarse moans. I knew I was getting closer to my goal.”
“What insults did he tell you?”
“Filth… beast… fucking queer… motherfucker,” Remus enumerated in a dull voice before adding cynically, “he put so much emotion into it that you would have believed he was talking about himself. I freed my head from his hands and sucked his whole sac into my mouth, a thing he did not appreciate. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hand poised to strike, but I bit pretty hard and it stilled him totally. He staggered a little and threw his head back, panting deeply, loudly, and I saw his hand wrap around his prick. He started fisting himself quick, chin still up, knees bent and ready to give in; I released him only to scrape my teeth along his scrotum and grab it again below. Then I pulled away, stretching his skin as much as I could with my front teeth,--”
“Like a dog fighting for a piece of raw meat…”
“… and I sucked him back in once more,” continued Remus, imperturbable. “He could only take a minute or two of that treatment before he finally gave in. He gave out a loud scream and spurted his semen all over my hair, his taunt testicles still trapped between my jaws. Once he was done, he crashed back onto his armchair and…”
“Yes?” prompted the voice.
“Unless you want to hear about how the remains of his supper ended on the floor, there is not much to say. I managed to obtain his permission to prepare myself a meal and Transfigure a piece of furniture into a bed before he fell asleep.”
“What happened from then?”
“During the first weeks, I did like all the novices do: I spent my free afternoons, evenings and nights on Knockturn Alley, inventing demanding clients each time I was on some Order business. I was eager to have my own flat, but Greyback did his best to keep me in his the longest he could, for reasons that I will let you deduce. He kept fifty percent of my income, so it was difficult to save enough money for a rent. Nevertheless, because I was not trapped in a dependence to any kind of potion, illegal or not, I could still save a few Galleons here and there. Sirius forced a small amount of money on me at the end of the month, and it allowed me to rent a small studio in London. It was not much, but it was better than living with Greyback.”
“Who were your clients then?”
“Men, at first; referrals from Greyback I think… and then, a few women, even a 'colleague' once,” added Remus with a wink before his eyes lit up with a strange sparkle. “And in early November, I learned that a well-known witch was about to marry a Death Eater. Some of her close friends organized a bridal shower in which my services were requested. It was my first fancy job, and I was eager for that Saturday night to come. I could have never imagined what they had in store for me.”
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Author's notes
As always, special thanks to the irreplaceable Vaughn, who is the beta for all my fanfics. Thanks for reading; comments are always appreciated, for they make me progress as a writer!
If you liked this piece, you might also want to check out the other novels I published on Sycophant Hex. They are:
One Wish Alone Have I
(http://occlumency.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=2453)
Unfaithful
(http://occlumency.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=3337)
Hogwarts' Spy
(http://lumos.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=2353)
Lumos Aeterna
(http://lumos.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=2162)
Breaking Curfew
(http://ashwinder.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=15967)
A Little Walk in the Moonlight http://wolfsbane.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=1316
Lore, Don't Leave Now!
(http://chaos.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=1764)
True Love
(http://chaos.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=1763)
Author’s note
I had the idea for this plot after I watched “Yo puta”, a movie that mixes a documentary about prostitution (most, if not all of the interviewed sex workers portray themselves) and some fictional plot. It is not a movie that will change your life, but it gave me a much deeper, and probably much more accurate idea of what that world is like. Many of the details I incorporated to this novel are inspired by the true stories of sex workers, men and women, from all around the world.
This story has a peculiar format, and I thought I would explain it to you so you do not get confused as you read it. The story is told from a third point of view. Remus is being interrogated by someone; he reports facts and events, but also whole conversations. Therefore, each time you see a paragraph break begin with “‘ you know that Remus is still the one talking, but he is reporting his or someone else’s words. The interrogator is labelled “the voice” almost each time he/she intervenes. I hope this makes things clear. Enjoy!
by
ZahariaCelestina
“Tell me the first thing you remember about that night,” inquired the voice.
“I remember him saying: ‘You want to survive in this shite-filled word, lad? Then, listen to me. If you think you’re a beast, take a hard look around you. Humans treat their bloody dogs and cats better than they’ll ever treat you, me, and the rest of us. They are the beasts; they are the monsters,’” Remus explained, a hard glint flashing in his golden eyes.
“Humans are beasts… humans are monsters… I repeated mentally. I wanted to make my maker’s words become a part of my very identity,” he continued.
“So you admired him, then,” commented the voice.
“I didn’t like him, let alone admire him. In fact, I loathed him. He showed me no mercy when I came face-to-face with him in the middle of my uncle’s crops. I thought I was about to be found by one of the neighbours with whom I was playing a game of hide-and-seek. A very discreet one, for we had all deserted our beds without our parents’ consent, obviously. I can still smell the putrid odour of his breath as it brushed against my petrified form. I can still remember the primal fear that seized me when his powerful jaw seized my left leg… same for the pain that came with it… same for the shame that soiled my pyjama pants.”
Silence.
“Go on,” said the voice simply.
“Years had passed since that cursed night, and I thought I would never have to see him again. My parents kept me well-protected from him and he soon abandoned his hopes of taking me away from them. Later on, I found another form of guardians. James, Sirius, Lily… even Peter, to a certain extent. They all kept me away from the horridness of my deepest nature, and it did me good. I had a roof over my head and food was never lacking on my table, thanks to our joined efforts. That is, until I decided to start being on my own, telling them it was time I acted my age and stopped being a burden for them. James and Lily had other things on their minds, especially that they were expecting their first child. They still had not made the news public, because Lily was in her first trimester, but I had smelled the change in her the minute she had walked into the Headquarters. Peter did not argue much when I refused his help; he had been a little distant in the preceding weeks. Sirius was a real pain at times: he practically forced his way inside my cupboard to give me food, but I eventually managed to make him understand that I did not need it. Stupid fool.”
“Some would say so,” commented the voice.
“When I think about it, it almost makes me sick. Eleven months, it took. Eleven months since I had begun my brand-new autonomous lifestyle, and I was already no longer able to support myself. I thought I could live on small jobs on farms or in little stores for a while, counting on the understanding and good nature of my fellow humans. A few hexed and jinxed welcomes forced me to lose that illusion pretty quickly. Money was running alarmingly low; my ribs were starting to betray my state of starvation. I had very little choices left, so I sought the last person I ever thought I would speak to again: Fenrir Greyback.”
“How did you find him? I thought he was deep in hiding...”
“Finding him was not easy. Aurors had been after him since his Death Eater robes were found in his previous flat a few full moons before. He had barely managed to escape from them on his return in the morning. Thanks to my schoolmates’ constant presence at my side during my adolescence, I had not formed any bond with other people from my kind when I left Hogwarts. My involvement with the Order, however, gave me access to some lists that proved to be very helpful. Pubs where some of them met… clearings where they transformed… hiding places. Luckily for me, I soon retraced some of Greyback’s victims. I wove them a tale about me wanting to join his pack and I finally got his whereabouts. I had to pay the price of a few brawls in seedy establishments or on back streets when my informers had unfinished business with Greyback, but it was worth it. By the end of September, I was knocking at his door. And asking myself what the bloody hell I was doing there.”
“How did he react?” asked the voice.
“Again, my luck did not fail me. He was totally drunk when he answered the door; disarming him was ridiculously easy. He calmed down at once when he recognized one of his kind and smelled the remains of his mark oozing through my skin. I can say that I played my role very well: the second I lowered my wand, I showed him the repentant face of a lost child returning home.”
“And it worked?” The voice was filled with doubt.
“It did. Greyback had failed to lure me into embracing his principles while I was young. He never missed a chance to enlarge the size of his pack. I told him that I was in a bad situation; a tale he had heard on countless occasions from fellow werewolves. He rambled on for about an hour: he talked about the injustices of the wizarding society, about the pains he had personally been through to make a living, and so on. Nothing I had heard so far was very helpful.”
“Didn't you come for a compassionate shoulder to rest your head on?” sneered the voice.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” exclaimed Remus, who was starting to get impatient. “Had I wanted compassion, I would have turned to my friends!”
“Ah, yes, your friends… but you could not turn to them anymore. Not now that you had stated your need for autonomy. As strange as it may appear to you, I do understand that. Continue.”
“Why are you asking me all this?”
“Lupin, I will say this only once,” purred the voice in threateningly low tones. “I am the one asking questions here.”
“I don’t see how this is relevant to--”
“It is for me to decide,” hissed the voice against Remus’ ear. “Continue. What were you seeking that night?”
“My friends’ advice was good, but it could not replace the advice of someone who had personally been through the same situations,” answered Remus after a short pause. “I hoped that he would have better ideas, tips, I don’t know. I was desperate for advice at that point.”
“Ah, despair… it can lead people to do so many things they wouldn’t normally do…” sighed the voice with a touch of delight. “What advice did he give you?”
“He suggested a few factories where some of the werewolves he had made worked, but I had already tried them. They had fired me after a few months because I missed too many days after the full moon. He laughed when I told him about this. ‘Had you come to me when it was still time instead of being pampered by that bird in that bloody school, you would be tougher today, lad!’ In a way, he was right… but, had I joined his pack sooner, there are many things I would have lacked.”
“Such as?”
“Education,” Remus answered without hesitation. “Culture. Refinement. Resourcefulness.”
This time, the voice snorted.
“You may make fun of them, but they have always had their usefulness,” Remus retorted firmly. “So as I said, Greyback’s first advice did not help me at all. What’s more, he was getting drunker by the minute. I pressed him with more precise questions.
“‘The more I listen to you, the clearer it gets in my mind,’ he said, tapping his temple with the neck of his cheap vodka bottle. ‘I might have a job for you.’
“‘What kind of job would that be?’ I asked.
“‘The dream job, mate,’ he replied. ‘Flexible hours… no obligation to show up for work on the days surrounding the full moon… a very comprehensive boss…’
“‘What… work for you?’ I exclaimed, incredulous.
“‘For me, for me… yes and no, er… what’s your name again?’”
“So much for an adoptive father,” taunted the voice nastily.
“I would never even consider calling him that,” Remus replied, stiffening on his chair.
“Go on,” urged the voice. “Who knew you were such a good storyteller? I want to know every detail.”
“Greyback said, ‘I’ll only take a small percentage of your profits for filling up your schedule and making sure things go smoothly,’” explained Remus obediently.
“‘Be more precise… what would my tasks be?’ I asked, with the nasty feeling that my suspicions were right.”
“And what were these suspicions, if I may ask?” said the voice haughtily.
“I’d have told you already if you hadn’t interrupted me again,” retorted Remus, impatience now clear in his voice.
“I will not tolerate that kind of attitude very long, werewolf,” hissed the voice, while Remus felt a harsh hand grab his hair and pull his head backward while the tip of a wand pressed against his throat. “I have been more than gentle so far; don’t make me show the other side of me.”
“I know more about people’s other side than you think…” Remus commented insolently. “Tricking me into this came straight from that other side of yours. I’d have preferred a few well-felt hexes, if you ask me.”
“We might come to that,” replied the voice patiently, the hand letting go of Remus’ hair. “For now, answer my question.”
“As I said, I was about to,” continued Remus, repressing a grin. “At first, I thought Greyback would offer me to be one of his men for Vold--”
“Don’t say his name!” hissed the voice with venom.
“For one of his missions,” said Remus, the grin definitely floating on his lips now, “or involve me in some illegal potions deals, but I was wrong. When I asked him what my tasks would be exactly, he cocked his head to the side and said, ‘That depends… which side are you on… er, Remus?’
“‘I’m not sure I get the meaning of your question, Greyback,’ I replied, feeling suspicious.
“‘Which one do you like to shag?’ he asked straightforwardly. ‘Bitches? Poofters? Kids?’
“‘Consenting adults, that’s for sure,’ I blurted out, which made him gave out a hoarse laugh that disgusted me. ‘As for my preferences… they still go on both sides for now. I hardly see why that’s relevant, however.’
“‘That’s very relevant, and that’s even good news, lad. From this day forward, you’re going to be an escort.’
“‘And that would make you what,’ I replied, fighting the urge to chuckle, ‘my pimp?’
“‘You’d need one anyway,’ he declared matter-of-factly.
“‘Look, I think there could be other options left, right?’ I said, trying not to stammer. ‘I mean… that’s a bit…’
“‘What? Low? Degrading?’ grunted Greyback. ‘How about the last time you ate out of a garbage can, mate?’ I did not reply, but my eyes drifted aside. ‘We’ve all had to do it one day or another. That’s what they force us to do, right? But there’s a way around this; we can still get the better of them. You don’t look fit for stealing or even intimidating. You’ve got a sweet face; let’s take advantage of this.’”
“I didn’t know Greyback was so prone to giving compliments,” commented the voice sarcastically.
“He wasn’t complimenting me,” replied Remus calmly. “He was just calculating where his greatest profits could be. Don’t take him for more stupid than he is. Even by that time, he had seen enough of his ‘children’ to size me up well. I would have refused to steal, attack or kill for him: I was not ready to sink that low. He didn’t waste his time and went straight to an offer he knew I could eventually come to accept.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what you were looking for,” suggested the voice.
“That’s a good question,” said Remus after a grave pause. “I don’t know.”
“It was not a question. Keep talking.”
“Whatever you may think, I did not really know what to say, even if I was not completely surprised by his offer. I told him that I needed some time to think about it, but it only made him laugh again. ‘Either you take my offer or you don’t, mate, but you won’t walk out of this flat without giving me a clear answer.’
“So,” Remus sighed, “I tried to buy some time and I asked him how things would work if I accepted his offer. He told me that I would have to work the streets a lot at first, but he was pretty sure that he could also give me a few more substantial contracts from time to time: private parties, bribes or just gifts for officials –I doubted they were from the Ministry- and so on. He said that my sexual versatility would be an asset and that if I acted cleverly, I would get a clientele and a good reputation in no time.”
“And you believed him?”
“I wanted to. I can’t say Greyback and I have ever had a relationship marked by mutual trust. But, no matter how often he denigrated my education, he saw the potential it had and the profit he could make from it. Only a very small number of his ‘pups’, as he called us, could ever hope to be given a contract with the wizarding elite. They were more or less condemned to walk up and down the Knockturn Alley sidewalks and the vicinity, hoping that their next client would not beat them to a pulp. Even as wasted as he was that night, he could still see that, with a minimum of experience, I could become more popular and expensive than the rest of his… employees.”
“It seems to me like a horribly vain estimate of your worth,” commented the voice sullenly.
“I thought vanity was a language you have always understood better than any other,” Remus replied cheekily.
A moment later, an angry growl resounded behind him. Remus felt a strong kick miss his ribs by less than an inch; his chair was pushed to the side and fell to the ground, pulling him along with it. Fortunately for him, Remus’ muscles tensed from the surprise of the assault; it kept his head from being knocked too hard against the wooden floor. His shoulder and knee, however, took the shock. He was still hissing from the searing pain that ran through his body when the sole of a boot was pressed against his cheek, keeping his face down firmly.
“I thought we already discussed your attitude, werewolf,” said the voice in a tone that rang with cold fury. “I will not tolerate your insults!”
The threat only made Remus chuckle louder.
“You could have done like any insecure spinster and drugged me with cheap Lust Potion, but no! You chose this!”
“A very wise choice indeed…”
“You wanted my transparency and my honesty? You’re stuck with it now, whether you like it or not!”
“Yes, I have insured your transparency and honesty, werewolf,” confirmed the voice a little more calmly, “but in my great generosity, I have not robbed you of the little intelligence you have. You can still choose your words. I suggest you choose them a bit more wisely.”
“Or else?”
“Or else, I shall be forced to perform one or two curses that will make you.”
“I know you don’t want to kill me,” Remus replied more seriously, his jaw starting to ache at annoying intense levels. “I know you can’t even kill me.”
“Try me.”
“That’s not what I meant… I know a few of the things you’ve done in the past, and I’m sure you have it in you. But that’s not what you’re here for… though I'm really having a hard time figuring that out. What are we really doing he--”
“I’m the one asking questions, remember?” interrupted the voice. “All I want for now is information, and I’m getting plenty. I can keep getting it smoothly or I can start getting it the rough way, but I’m still going to get it. It’s all up to you, werewolf. Behaving courteously will grant you the same from me. Admit it; I’ve got the better of you, fair and square.”
“I would be stupid to think the opposite,” commented Remus, looking at the boot against his face and the magical binds that encircled his body from his shoulders to his thighs. “Could you remove your foot now, please?”
“But certainly,” replied the voice in a syrupy tone. “And I can even help you sit straight again. There; I’m sure our pleasant conversation will be far more comfortable to carry on this way.”
“Speaking of which, could I have a glass of water? I have been talking a lot, and--”
“Don’t push your luck, Lupin,” said the voice warningly as its possessor sat back on a chair opposite him.
“Fine, then. Where were we?” asked Remus evenly.
“Your vanity…”
“You can choose to call it that way, but it’s not the way I see things. Greyback preferred to bite his victims when they were very young. I cannot know for sure, but I think I am the only one who was ever able to complete a magical education. Vanity would make me proud of this fact, but I am rather as grateful as I am sad when I think about it.”
“So Greyback had grand plans for you,” cut the voice with a hint of impatience. “Did you accept to be a part of them or not?”
“I hesitated. Greyback did not tolerate it for long and he made me understand that I had little to sell other than my body, so…” Remus answered genuinely, shrugging his shoulders. “What finally convinced me was his word that I could end our agreement whenever I wanted if I found a better job. I did not believe him capable of letting me go that easily if I represented income to him, of course. But he made me realise that I could choose to make that choice short or long term; I trusted my duelling and hiding skills enough to escape from him if needed.”
“The same duelling skills that put you at my mercy tonight, you mean?”
“Oh, we did not duel… but we don’t want to start arguing about this again, do we?”
“It would be a waste of my precious time,” replied the voice through a smirk. “So once you accepted his terms, what was the first job he gave you?”
“A classic… ‘If you want me to find you nice jobs, lad, you’ve got to show me what you’re worth,’ he said, unbuckling his belt. ‘You do well, you get a hot meal and a bed. Give me rubbish and you only get that old rug over there to sleep on. Get on your knees now; you’ll soon get used to the way it feels.’”
“How was it?” asked the voice with certain mockery.
“You know how the man smells with his clothes on,” replied Remus a bit harshly. “Try imagine rubbing your nose against his crotch. Keep in mind that my sense of smell is about forty times more developed than yours and you’ll get a pretty accurate idea of how it was. He had body odour; it was revolting. At that time, however, I imagined that he would probably not be the last person that I would encounter with that kind of problem. I held my breath, shoved his prick into my mouth and tried not to wince.”
“It does not sound very arousing for a first job,” sneered the voice.
“How astute,” Remus sneered back. “Nevertheless, once his genitals got properly lapped and well coated with my saliva, the smell was a bit more bearable. I might have even enjoyed it if I had not been so hungry; the hunger definitely added to the general feeling of nausea.”
“Was it the first time you gave a blowjob?” asked the voice without the smallest trace of sympathy.
“No, it wasn’t. I had my first experience at school during my sixth year.”
“With whom?”
“Thomas Wilkins; he was in Ravenclaw, seventh year. We sneaked out of the castle on one of the first warm nights of the year and we did it by the lake.”
“How very romantic,” mocked the voice.
“We were two randy teenagers who barely knew what they were doing; neither of us wanted it to be romantic,” continued Remus grudgingly. “It was over quickly and we only repeated the experience a couple of times before he left Hogwarts.”
“You are drifting, werewolf. We were talking about that night with Greyback. How did the rest of it go?”
“That one was a little less quick, unfortunately. He was very drunk by then; I was surprised he could even get it up. Apparently, getting hard was not a problem for him, but coming… that was another story. I must have sucked him for fifteen minutes straight before I finally tasted something promising, but it was still far from being over.”
“Maybe you were just incompetent…”
“If I was, he was a bloody good actor,” retorted Remus with a bitter smirk. “He grunted and growled as if we had been on a full moon night. Alcohol helped me, in a way: he was so uninhibited that I got all the feedback I needed without any effort. He was not into delicateness, as you can imagine, and I learned how to please him pretty quickly.”
“What did he prefer?” asked the voice, filled with perverted curiosity.
“Ironically, he preferred to be bitten. When I started nibbling his penis, he throbbed hard against my mouth and grabbed my hair with both hands. I worked his arousal gradually, alternating bolder nibbles with hard sucks, until he got up and started pumping my mouth as deep as he could. He was sweating like a pig by then, and started grunting insults between hoarse moans. I knew I was getting closer to my goal.”
“What insults did he tell you?”
“Filth… beast… fucking queer… motherfucker,” Remus enumerated in a dull voice before adding cynically, “he put so much emotion into it that you would have believed he was talking about himself. I freed my head from his hands and sucked his whole sac into my mouth, a thing he did not appreciate. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hand poised to strike, but I bit pretty hard and it stilled him totally. He staggered a little and threw his head back, panting deeply, loudly, and I saw his hand wrap around his prick. He started fisting himself quick, chin still up, knees bent and ready to give in; I released him only to scrape my teeth along his scrotum and grab it again below. Then I pulled away, stretching his skin as much as I could with my front teeth,--”
“Like a dog fighting for a piece of raw meat…”
“… and I sucked him back in once more,” continued Remus, imperturbable. “He could only take a minute or two of that treatment before he finally gave in. He gave out a loud scream and spurted his semen all over my hair, his taunt testicles still trapped between my jaws. Once he was done, he crashed back onto his armchair and…”
“Yes?” prompted the voice.
“Unless you want to hear about how the remains of his supper ended on the floor, there is not much to say. I managed to obtain his permission to prepare myself a meal and Transfigure a piece of furniture into a bed before he fell asleep.”
“What happened from then?”
“During the first weeks, I did like all the novices do: I spent my free afternoons, evenings and nights on Knockturn Alley, inventing demanding clients each time I was on some Order business. I was eager to have my own flat, but Greyback did his best to keep me in his the longest he could, for reasons that I will let you deduce. He kept fifty percent of my income, so it was difficult to save enough money for a rent. Nevertheless, because I was not trapped in a dependence to any kind of potion, illegal or not, I could still save a few Galleons here and there. Sirius forced a small amount of money on me at the end of the month, and it allowed me to rent a small studio in London. It was not much, but it was better than living with Greyback.”
“Who were your clients then?”
“Men, at first; referrals from Greyback I think… and then, a few women, even a 'colleague' once,” added Remus with a wink before his eyes lit up with a strange sparkle. “And in early November, I learned that a well-known witch was about to marry a Death Eater. Some of her close friends organized a bridal shower in which my services were requested. It was my first fancy job, and I was eager for that Saturday night to come. I could have never imagined what they had in store for me.”
Author's notes
As always, special thanks to the irreplaceable Vaughn, who is the beta for all my fanfics. Thanks for reading; comments are always appreciated, for they make me progress as a writer!
If you liked this piece, you might also want to check out the other novels I published on Sycophant Hex. They are:
One Wish Alone Have I
(http://occlumency.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=2453)
Unfaithful
(http://occlumency.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=3337)
Hogwarts' Spy
(http://lumos.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=2353)
Lumos Aeterna
(http://lumos.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=2162)
Breaking Curfew
(http://ashwinder.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=15967)
A Little Walk in the Moonlight http://wolfsbane.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=1316
Lore, Don't Leave Now!
(http://chaos.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=1764)
True Love
(http://chaos.sycophanthex.com/viewstory.php?sid=1763)