The Sexual Education of Remus J. Lupin - COMPLETE

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Authors Note: This is not your typical fan fiction. This is simply a role-play that a friend of mine and I have been doing for a short while, and we have both been enjoying it so much that we thought it needed to be shared. This explains the constant switching between Sirius’ and Remus’ points of view. We hope you enjoy!

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InvokingRainbows (Me!) : Remus J. Lupin and various “NPC’s”.

Slambitious (Scumdog): Sirus Black, and various "NPC's".

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The Sexual Education of Remus J. Lupin

Chapter 11

Lesson Eleven: Snake Bites
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Two weeks had passed since that night in the room of Requirement. Two weeks completely without sex, though not for lack of trying on Remus' part. Sirius just..couldn't do it. They hadn't talked about the incident again, simply because Sirius refused to even bring it up. Hell, the two had barely even kissed, and that was saying something. Having finished their last lesson of the day, Sirius and Remus decided, though it was mostly Remus, to take a walk on the grounds. Finding a tree with some shade, the two had sat down underneath it, Remus with his head in Sirius' lap, Sirius' legs stretched out in front of him, Remus' body in between them.
 
Sirius, who was absentmindedly stroking Remus' hair, glanced down at the werewolf. First at Remus' eyes, those stunning amber orbs, and then those lips. The ones he hadn't really kissed in two weeks. He missed them, and he missed Remus. Though the two rarely spent time apart anymore, they hadn't done much of anything except cuddle and sleep. Sirius missed being with Remus, and touching Remus, and kissing him. He missed it so bad that it was literally starting to hurt, in more places than just his groin. He sighed softly, his hand reaching down to stroke Remus' cheek. The urge to kiss the other, the same one he felt at the movies the very first time they had kissed, was returning. Not only returning, but literally hitting him like a punch in the face.
 
He leaned down slowly, and before he could think of a way to talk himself out of it, Sirius pressed a kiss against Remus' lips. The kiss was soft at first, gentle, sweet, but quickly turned into something much more heated. Both the boys had missed being together in that way, after all. His tongue slipped between Remus' lips and past his teeth, and before he knew it, their tongues were battling each other, each one fighting to taste the other's mouth. Fuck he missed this, so much that his entire body was starting to react. Soon enough, he felt his pants start to tighten. It was then that Sirius pulled back, quickly, nearly banging his head on the tree behind him. “I can't..” He said, slowly moving himself out from under Remus' head. “I can't..shag you..” God, it nearly killed him to say those words, but they were true. He honestly just couldn't make himself do it, being that he was still embarrassed and ashamed about the incident two weeks ago.

Remus was trying to be as understanding as possible, he really was, but this lack of sex and intimacy was really starting to get to him. He knew that Sirius was just upset over what had happened that night a few weeks ago, but it was playing into Remus’ insecurities. He felt so damn undesirable, what with going from Sirius diving into his pants any chance he got, to finding reasons why they couldn’t even kiss.

That was why Remus had been so surprised that Sirius had even kissed him in the first place. He leaned up into it, though, as if it were food and he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Sirius’ lips...So perfect, so soft, so strong all at once, and so his. He had begun to sit up, ready to straddle Sirius, when the other pulled away. Then, Sirius said that he couldn’t shag him, and Remus knew that despite his best efforts, a look of hurt was written across his face.

“Oh...” he said softly, unable to think of something better to say to that. Hell, what were you supposed to say when your boyfriend told you that he didn’t want to fuck you. Well, okay, Sirius hadn’t said that exactly. He’d said he couldn’t, not that he didn’t want to, but it felt just as bad as if he’d said he found Remus to be completely repulsive.

 He didn't mean to hurt Remus, he really didn't. It wasn't Remus' fault. He still found the werewolf drop dead sexy all the time, and kissing him had felt so good. Actually, it felt too good, and that was the problem. Try as Remus might, nothing seemed to be making Sirius feel better about failing. Because that's exactly what it was, failing. There was no other word for it. Seeing that hurt look on Remus' face made Sirius' stomach drop and his heart leap up into his chest. He hated, absolutely hated, making Remus sad. It was like being tortured with the Cruciatus Curse over and over and over again, with no hope of stopping it.
 
He heaved a sigh, and then winced, because in that second, every single part of his body just hurt. Sirius couldn't handle this. He couldn't deal with being a disappointment to Remus again. He just couldn't. “I'm..” Sirius said, his voice barely over a whisper again. “I'm sorry Remus.” Standing up slowly, and moving himself out of Remus' reach, Sirius turned and began to walk, though he had only taken a few steps before he stopped, speaking again but keeping his back to Remus. “I'm sorry for being a failure of a boyfriend.” And with that Sirius took off in a run, sprinting across the grounds as fast as his feet would take him, leaving Remus behind. He knew that Remus would be mad at him for it, but if it was a choice between making Remus mad or seeing that hurt look on the boys' face again, he'd take the anger. So he ran, and he ran, until he finally reached the castle. He just..needed to find James.
 
Watching this entire scenario take place from behind a tree a few feet away, a pair of cool, gray eyes scanned the grounds, watching as Sirius sprinted off, leaving Remus Lupin alone under the tree. Stepping out from behind his own tree was the figure of the rather pale, rather skinny, Lucius Malfoy, long pointed face and platinum blond hair easily spotted from a mile away. It took him only a moment to cross the few feet that separated himself from the halfbreed. Once he was close enough for the other to hear him. Lucius clicked his tongue audibly. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. What have we here? Ickle Lupin? Sad because his mangy mutt ran off, is he?” The blond's voice was cold, like a bucket of icy water, freezing everything that came in contact with it.
 
Another few steps and Lucius was standing in front of Remus. “Oh, and what's this?” Lucius' eyes had fallen onto Remus' lap. So the half-breed was sporting wood, was he? Disgusting. The blond pushed his foot forward and nudged the other's bulge with the tip of his shoe. “Tsk. Tsk. Can't even get a blood traitor like that to fuck you, eh?” The male laughed, which sounded more like maniacal cackling than anything joyous. In a flash, Lucius was kneeling in front of Remus, their eyes level with each other. “Now, before you run off, I'm going to make something perfectly clear to you.” Lucius' voice had dropped to below a whisper, but it was still audible for that thing in front of him. “I know your secret..werewolf.” The last word came out with a sound of disgust. “And I know about your mutt. That blood traitor, and the rest of your friends, they're all illegal animagus, aren't they? Tsk. Tsk.” A long, thin finger rose in the air, and Lucius tilted it back and forth in a scolding sort of motion. “Naughty naughty. Now, if you want your secret to stay that way, you had better meet me in the Astronomy tower at half past midnight tonight. Come. Alone.”

Remus watched as Sirius ran away. That last comment hurt more than anything else. Sirius thought he was being a horrible boyfriend, and nothing Remus did or said would really change that. This was a problem Sirius was going to have to fix on his own. For once, Remus didn’t know the answer, didn’t have the proper solution, and it hurt terribly. He was about to stand when he heard the voice.

He looked up and saw none other than Lucius Malfoy, a Slytherin prefect. He glared as soon as the other began to speak. Ickle Lupin? He wasn’t THAT tiny. Okay, well he was pretty small, but still. No one got to tease him about it except for Sirius. Then, he said that bit about not even being able to get his own boyfriend to fuck him. He knew that Sirius was just freaked out, but it struck a chord in him, and he winced.

His eyes went wide, then. Lucius...knew. He knew everything. Remus felt like he was in a death grip. There was nothing he could really do about it if Lucius really did know the truth. The werewolf thing could’ve been easily solved by simply going to Dumbledore, but Lucius knew about his friends as well. Telling Dumbledore about that would most likely get James, Sirius, and Peter expelled, and it would mean Remus admitting that after everything the man had done for him, he’d gone back on his word and told his secret. He had no choice but to agree, and so with an expression of defeat, he nodded. “Fine.”

Half past midnight came much more quickly than Remus would have liked. He’d spent the rest of the day running things through his mind. Should he tell Sirius? James? Peter? Maybe even Lily? No, he couldn’t. Telling Peter would only lead to James finding out, and if James knew, Sirius would know, and Sirius would do something stupid. Hell, Sirius might even go so far as to try and kill Lucius, and the last thing Remus wanted no matter how upset Sirius had ever made him, was for his lover to end up in Azkaban. So, just as he’d promised, he was waiting in the Astronomy Tower by half past midnight. Alone.

Lucius was one hundred percent positive that the half-breed would be waiting for him in the Astronomy Tower at the precise time the blond had specified. He, of course, would be arriving late, because Lucius Malfoy waited for no one. Before the trek up to the Astronomy Tower from the Slytherin dungeons, Lucius had dressed himself impeccably well, arming himself with his wand, which the fair skinned male was quite sure cost more than anything Remus Lupin owned. That gave the blond comfort, for he was always reviling in the things that made him exponentially better than those around him. Common folk, half-breeds, mudbloods, they were all the same. Scum.
 
At precisely forty five minutes past the hour, Lucius began his trek towards the tallest tower that Hogwarts had, stretching several hundreds of feet into the air. It was an ideal place to have 'business dealings' with not so refined company. It took the pale, pointed face male exactly fifteen minutes to walk from the Slytherin Dungeons to the Astronomy tower, with the help of a useful short cut accessible only to prefects. The boots he had chosen to wear made an interesting sort of click-clacking on the stone steps as he finally ascended the last of the staircases. The night was cool, and he could feel it through the many open windows scattered all over the tower.
 
Steel gray eyes darted from one side of the room to the other, finally landing on Remus Lupin. For being half-breed scum, Lucius supposed that the werewolf wasn't terrible to look at. Perhaps, if he had been pure blood, Lucius may have paid him much more lavish attention. Since the other was not pure blood, but instead some mix of wizarding, muggle, and animal, Lucius was reduced to these..pitiful conditions. “Ah, what an obedient half-breed.” Lucius spoke, his voice making the already chilly room seem ten degrees cooler. With long, elegant strides, Lucius crossed the room, positioning himself right behind the other, who had stationed himself in front of one of the windows. “Looking for the mutt, are we?” He spat, though speaking about the constellation and not the blood traitor.
 
Without allowing the other time to reply, Lucius grabbed a hold of Remus, talon like nails sinking into his shoulders, and whipped the werewolf around to face him. Raising a gangly, pale hand towards the other's face, he cupped Remus' chin, those claws of his digging into the skin under the other's jaw. “Pity.” He said simply, leaning forward, letting out a breath against the other's face. “Such a pretty face wasted on such a disgusting creature.” Allowing no time for warning, Lucius pushed himself forward, backing Remus up against the window. It was a good four feet off the ground, so the opening hit the other under his shoulder blades. “You're going to give yourself to me.” Lucius continued, digging those talons into Remus' neck and jaw harder. “Because if you don't, all of the wizarding world will know of your secrets by morning.”

Remus had just about given up by the time Lucius had gotten there. Perhaps he’d decided not to go through with whatever his plans were after all? Wishful thinking, it turned out to be, because only fifteen minutes after the scheduled time, the blond appeared. Remus had purposefully kept his back to him, knowing that Lucius did not plan to attack him with his wand. What would be the point? So, instead, he had been staring at Sirius in the stars, willing things to somehow get better for them.

He was mildly surprised that Lucius had figured that out, though really he shouldn’t have been. Lucius was at the top of his class, just like Remus was. At being spun around, and told he had a pretty face, even for a half-breed, he just stared blankly at Lucius. It was a sort of twisted compliment, riddled with belittlement. Was he supposed to thank the boy for it, or something? He didn’t have to worry too long, though, because he was soon being pushed against the wall, the taller male’s nails digging into him so hard he was sure if he had been without his robes, he’d be bleeding.

He should’ve known it would end up like this somehow. Lucius, despite having his trophy girlfriend, was far too well groomed and, well, pretty, to be a simple straight man. Remus had had his suspicions about him before, and now they were only being confirmed, of course, in a way Remus had not wanted them to be. What choice did he have, really? He’d walked into the situation knowing full well that he would have to give in to whatever Lucius asked of him. He had to protect himself, and his friends, and he would do so, at any cost.

He managed to look over his shoulder at the sky for one brief moment, his eyes finding Sirius once more. ‘Forgive me...’ he thought, before he looked back at Lucius with a defiant sort of expression. Well, he should at least try to talk his way out of it, shouldn’t he? For Sirius, he would.

“You would really dirty yourself by having sexual relations with a half breed?” he asked, his voice rather harsh. “I’d have thought you’d rather do anything else at all, besides that. What, not creative enough to think of anything better to get out of me?”

So the half-breed scum had a sharp tongue. That could be easily remedied. Lucius, with lightening quick reflexes, raised his hand and back handed the shorter male as hard as he could, those nails leaving claw marks across the other's face. With what little light shone into the room from the moon outside, Lucius could see a very thin line of blood trickling down the werewolf's cheek. With the other hand, Lucius grabbed a hold of the other's neck, holding him tightly under the jaw and lifting his head up, examining the tiny little trail of blood. Lifting his thumb to the other's face, he smeared some of the blood with the tip, bringing it to his lips and sucking the little pool of blood that remained off of said finger. Lucius smirked, gripping Remus' neck tighter.

 “Perhaps I am not dirtying myself, half breed. Perhaps I am purifying you.” His voice came out in a harsh sort of whisper, that voice still cold and filled with hate. “And I will make you beg for your salvation.” That last phrase flittered out from between Lucius' thin lips, and echoed through the room a few times, having said it loud enough to do so. As if to further prove his point, or perhaps just to torture the other, Lucius pushed himself forward much harder, the stone window's edge digging into Remus' back. With his free hand, the blond reached down and grabbed Remus' cock through his trousers, nails digging into the fabric. He would make the other beg to be fucked, to be saved. He would, because deep down he knew that this is what the werewolf wanted, a true dominant that could show him the meaning of painful pleasure.

Remus hadn’t been expecting the hit, and staggered slightly from the weight of the blow. However, he turned his gaze back on the other’s icy blue eyes, his own filled with contempt. “That’s a laugh.” he hissed, though he was nearly being choked already. He didn’t know what made him keep talking, maybe it was the hope that he would piss Lucius off enough to just get his ass kicked and then left there, and then he wouldn’t have to give himself to anyone else. He didn’t want to, at all. He belonged to Sirius.

He felt the ledge of the window digging into his back, and it hurt quite a bit. That, coupled with the hand on his neck, was already starting to make him go slightly numb. “To purify something, you’ve got to be pure yourself. You are no where near pure. You’re rotten, filthy, and pathetic. You are too cowardly to admit your own sexuality, so you parade around with some girl on your arm, and then blackmail others into giving you what you really want. You disgust me.” he growled.

Lucius couldn't help but let out another cold, venomous cackle of laughter. He allowed the hand that was on Remus' neck relax for just a moment, running those talons down the length of the werewolf's extended throat. In their wake were five thin, red marks, which made a smirk spread across Lucius' already thin mouth. “You think you're so smart, don't you, half-breed?” He spat, leaning in a bit closer so that he could really look at the smaller male. “But you're not, are you? Because if you were, you would bow to royalty.” Quickly, his hand flew back up to Remus' neck, holding it tightly under the jaw once more, the other hand, which was still gripping Remus' member, squeezed harder, rubbing his palm against the half-breed's cock.
 
“I am pureblood. By definition, I am pure. You are a werewolf. By definition, you are a disease.” His eyes had narrowed, yet the icy pools still shown through those narrow slits, and radiated a mixture of lust, and pure, unadulterated hate. “And you will stop speaking, for your words will do nothing to save you.” He dug his nails into the fabric that was the only thing protecting Remus' cock from those talons. With a quick movement, he pulled his hand away from Remus' crotch, though he did a fair bit of squeezing before he finally let go. Still keeping Remus in place with the hand on the other's neck, Lucius carefully began to undo his belt buckle, and then the fastenings of his pants. A light tug followed, and the pure blood's cock sprang free, hard as the stone wall Remus was pressed against.
 
His wand, which was still resting safely in the pocket of his jacket, was soon removed. Lucius then dropped the hand that was holding Remus' neck in place, only to replace it with his wand a moment later. “You are going to suck my cock, half-breed. “ The hand that had been on the other's neck flew into Remus' hair, gripping tight on those sandy blond strands. “And if you think that you can get away by causing me physical pain, know that I will not hesitate in ending your life.” To prove this point, the platinum blond pressed the tip of his wand harder against Remus' largest vein in his neck. “Now suck it, scum.”

Remus blanched when Lucius defined himself as pure, and he had half a mind to continue to tell the other just why that was complete and utter bullshit. However, he knew that by now, he wasn’t going to weasel his way out of the impending acts he was about to commit against Sirius. He had no other choice but to do what Lucius was demanding of him. He already was feeling ashamed, too, because much to his dismay, his body was betraying not only Sirius, but himself as well. He’d grown hard in his trousers, the hand against him giving just enough friction to work up a rather sizable erection.

“Fine.” he said simply once the other’s wand was to his neck. Then, he allowed himself to slide down against the wall of the tower, soon on his knees, Lucius’ cock at eye level. ‘Just pretend it’s Sirius.’ he told himself, and repeated, over and over again. He closed his eyes and leaned forward until the tip bumped against his lips, which parted hesitantly, before a soft tongue darted out, licking at the tip. As much as Remus hated Lucius, and as much as he hated what he was about to do, it wasn’t really all that unpleasant. He almost wished that Lucius was the definition of unattractive, instead of being the handsome boy that he was. At least that way Remus would be disgusted the entire time.

Unfortunately, he could already tell that he was going to have to live with the guilt of finding a bit of pleasure in this godforsaken act. Thus, he went to work, sucking the head first, keeping his hands firmly on the ground. The least amount of touching he had to do, the better. Hell, maybe he’d get lucky, and Lucius would just cum from a blow job, and that’d be the end of it. It was doubtful, though.

 Lucius seemed to be pleased with how the situation was unfolding. The male got everything he wanted, in the end, even if he had to be conniving and manipulative to get it. It hadn't slipped his mind either, that the half-breed's cock was quite hard, which meant that the werewolf was enjoying this little altercation more than he let on. That thought made Lucius chuckle a bit to himself. With the thin fingers that had tangled themselves in Remus' hair, gave a nice, hard tug, for no real reason, other than to test it's results. Though, once the other's mouth had wrapped around the head of Lucius' erection, the pale teen's mouth parted, and he let out the softest of sighs.

He ran his fingers through Remus' hair, not in an affectionate manner, but to get a better grip on those strands. Once he had his grip back to where he wanted it, Lucius yanked at them again, forcing the half-breed to look at him. “I said suck, and I meant suck.” That last word was laced with venom and malice, and Lucius, using his hand on the back of Remus' head, forced the other's face forward, shoving his cock further into the half-breed's mouth. Lucius, though he was enjoying what the other did, it was not enough, and Lucius was going to be completely satisfied this evening, no matter what the cost.
 
Forcing Remus' head further down on his cock, Lucius kept his fingers tangled in those strands, using them to keep the werewolf's head in place. Like the mutt, Lucius enjoyed sounds from his partners, though the ones he most wanted to extrude from the other were sounds of gagging, spluttering, chocking, screaming. Those were kryptonite to the pureblood.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, Lucius would be getting what he wanted fairly easily. Remus had sucked off Sirius it seemed, countless times now, but never once had it been forced. Lucius wasn’t quite as thick as Sirius, but he was just as long, and Remus could already feel him poking at the back of his throat.

Even though the last thing he wanted to do was show any sort of discomfort, or that he was struggling, he just couldn’t help it. He gagged and chocked, his face going red while Lucius continued to, well, fuck his face. It was embarrassing, degrading, and for some damn reason seemed to turn Remus on more than he wanted to admit.

If Lucius hadn't been planning on making the most of this evening with the half-breed, he might have allowed himself to finish in the other's mouth. But, the pure blood had much more in store, and he was no sooner going to cum now than he was going to marry a mudblood. Reviling in those choking and spluttering sounds the werewolf was making, forcing Remus to gag on his cock, Lucius dug those talons into the other's scalp, yanking hard on the strands as he uttered a single, strangled sort of moan. A moment later, Lucius, using the hand on Remus' hair, pulled the werewolf away from his cock. His breathing was a bit heavy, but that didn't stop him from speaking, his voice still cold and domineering, his hand still gripping a hand full of Remus' hair. “You're a dirty little slut, aren't you, half-breed? If only that filthy blood traitor could see you now.”
 
He pulled Remus back into a standing position by the hair, letting go for only a moment, before placing both hands on the boy's shoulders, and whipping him back around, so that the werewolf's ass was positioned perfectly for Lucius' throbbing cock. Grabbing a hold of those sandy brown locks once more, Lucius jerked Remus' head up so that he was forced to stair up at the sky, the other hand reaching around to the other's front, quickly undoing the fastenings he found there. Once they were off, he jerked them down, along with the underwear, unceremoniously, tugging harder on the half-breed's hair, making sure he had a clear view of the stars.
 
With the werewolf's ass now bare, Lucius leaned close, bending the boy over the window just a bit, though still making sure he could see out side the window. Snaking his tongue out between thin lips, Lucius licked the shell of Remus' ear, whispering in a harsh tone “Look at at the sky.” Using his free hand for balance, he grabbed a hold of the other's hip and steadied him. “Search for your mutt.” He snarled, thrusting his hips forward, his cock plunging deep into Remus' ass. “Cry out for him to save you while I fuck you until you bleed.” Pulling his hips back quickly, one hand on the other's hip, the other in his hair, Lucius slammed his body forward again, his cock ramming into Remus again, another snarl turned moan pressing against Remus' ear. “Let him see you beg for salvation.” Lucius let out another ragged breath, jerking Remus' hair harder to keep himself steady, his lower body thrusting and ramming in and out of Remus as hard as he could, the talon like nails digging deep into the skin on Remus' hip.

Remus glared up at Lucius when he was pulled back, off of his cock, and almost spat in his face as he was tugged painfully to his feet. He held back, though, knowing it would only make things worse for himself. However, when he was turned to stare at this sky, his eyes widened slightly, and he felt almost as if time froze. Sirius. He’d almost forgotten Sirius. Feeling ashamed, he didn’t even flinch when his pants were pulled down.

However, as soon as Lucius plunged his cock inside of him, Remus came back to reality, and let out a strangled sort of cry. “N-no!” he shouted, though he didn’t know what exactly he was protesting. His eyes were watering slightly from the pain, but mostly from the shame of it all. With Lucius being so rough with him, he...well, it was hot. He hated to admit that it was, but he loved it. Every fucking second of it. He felt dirty. Horrible. When it was over, he knew that he’d want to die, but he just couldn’t help it.

“I...I won’t...beg.” he managed to get out, being as defiant as he could. Hell, maybe if he was lucky, Lucius would just knock him unconscious, and then he could just say it was complete rape and he wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that it was making him hard as hell, and making him want to cum.

But he would beg, Lucius would make sure of it. It was the ultimate degradation, stealing a rival's lover, only to make that rival beg for him to fuck them. Oh, how he would revile taunting and tormenting the filthy blood-traitor, having stolen his pet. Lucius' hips were picking up their pace, his snarls and moans happening more often than not as he continued to plow into the werewolf. The hand that had been tangled in the other's hair for most of the evening gave those sandy colored locks one final rough jerk, before letting his hand fall down the boy's back. The half-breed still had a shirt on, but that didn't matter. Lucius, acting much like a cat, but twice as deadly, dug his claws into Remus, right in the middle of his shoulders. Applying pressure, he began to drag his fingernails down the middle of Remus' back.
 
He knew that with enough pressure, he'd cause the other to bleed, and perhaps, that is exactly what Lucius wanted. While one hand maintained it's tight grip on Remus' hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave a few bruises, the pointed faced teen plowed onward, as hard as he could, groaning against the other's neck and back of the head. Lucius was pleased, for all that disgusting sex he was sure the mutt and the werewolf had hadn't made that half-breed loose. Still so tight, still so firm. He wanted more than anything else to tear into the other's ass. And he did so, fingernails moving from that hip to the other's ass, smacking it as hard as he physically could, before dragging his claws across the bright red handprint that was now left on one of the other's cheeks.

Remus let out a muffled little squeak as his hair was tugged one final time, the pain making his cock jump, which was now bouncing between his legs with each slam into him Lucius made. He shuddered as the other dragged his nails down his back, yet another sensation that felt fucking fantastic and painful all at once. Remus now had his arms splayed out on the window ledge, his head resting on it as Lucius pounded into him, his face a bright red, flushed with anger and embarrassment, and a bit of lust. He was no longer looking at the stars, unable to make himself do it anymore.

The smack earned Lucius a rather loud whimpering moan. Fuck, that felt amazing. Remus began to push his hips back to meet the other’s thrusts without even thinking about it. His mind was lost in a haze of sex now. Sirius had never been this rough with him, and Remus thought that may have been why this was all so intoxicating to him now. He could barely think, barely see straight. All he knew was that he wanted more. He wanted to be abused by Lucius. To be made to feel as if his only use was to be fucked like the little whore he was. Had Remus been in his right mind, he’d have never thought that he would feel that way, yet here he was, wanting Lucius to hurt him.

The half-breed's clear enjoyment of the situation didn't go unnoticed by Lucius, who found it comical, in the most delicious sort of way, that the other was now pushing himself back to meet his thrusts. Just as he suspected, the werewolf was a slut. Continuing his thrusts, as hard and fast as ever, a few grunts and groans still escaping, Lucius switched his hands, the one that had been raking down Remus' back was now gripping harshly at the other's hip. With his newly free'd hand, Lucius reached back and laid another smack on the other cheek, using as much force as he could. Another fresh, red hand print appeared. Leaning forward just a fraction, Lucius bit down on the other's earlobe, tugging on it hard, before letting out another snarl, whispering with that constantly cold voice “Filthy. Fucking. Whore.” The blond had timed his thrusts to match with each of those words, slamming himself inside of the other's tight little ass with each of them in turn.
 
Lucius was getting close, he could feel it, but he was going to make that disgusting half-breed beg before this was over, or else they would start again. He raised his hand back once more, laying another spank on Remus' already reddening ass. This time, the resounding “SMACK” echoed through the room, and out into the night air. Then, in perhaps the most affectionate sort of action Lucius had done all night, he wrapped that free arm around Remus' stomach, and pulled him closer to himself. This act was quickly covered over by something entire vicious. With his hips still rocking back and forth, plowing his way through the other's body, claiming ownership, Lucius reached down and grabbed the other's cock hard, tugging and stroking at it. “Beg for me, you filthy little bitch.” The blond snarled once more, his hand abusing Remus' cock, while his hips continued beating against the other's ass.

Remus was finding with each successive smack that being spanked while being fucked was probably the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. He made a mental note of that for some reason or another, though he couldn’t remember why he wanted to remember it. He was moaning freely now, his eyes closed tightly, ass clenching down each time Lucius hit him.

Then, the other pulled him back, and he almost stumbled, not expecting to be lifted like that. He began to squeeze and pull him painfully, and Remus let out a cry as his head tilted back, resting on the tall boy’s shoulder. “A-ah! C..Cum...I...I want...to...” he couldn’t form words beyond that. He was too shrouded in the toxic nature of what they were doing. He was drunk on being punished, and he fucking loved it.

 That was more like it. Though, it wasn't the preferred form of begging, Lucius was getting far too close to cumming himself to worry about wasting more time when his own cock was throbbing and dying to feel release. Those thin, pale fingers began to work the half-breed's cock, his own thrusts picking up the pace. With his head thrown back, blond hair plastered to his forehead from sweat, Lucius came, and he came hard. Thick, hot, white ribbon after ribbon shot into Remus' body, Lucius convulsing slightly with the feeling. Quickly, while his body was still reeling, the pureblood yanked his arm away from Remus' cock, not wanting to soil his hands with cum from scum like Remus Lupin.
 
Once the male's body calmed down a bit, he pulled away from Remus completely and shoved him some, the force making the werewolf fall to the ground. Bringing one hand up to his face, Lucius wiped a bit of sweat off his brow, and then fastened his pants, making quick work of the belt as well. Once he was dressed completely, he stepped forward and looked down at the crumpled form on the ground. Offering the first and last smile he would ever offer to the half-breed, Lucius then mustered up as much saliva as he possibly could, and spit, directly on the other. “Disgusting little whore.” And with that Lucius turned, and strode out of the room, not giving the thing on the floor a second look. The blond smirked as he made his way down the staircase, knowing that even though he had claimed his prize, he was not done with this game yet. As soon as he could, he was going to find that filthy waste of a pure-blood Sirius Black, and spill all about that dirty little whore the blood-traitor called boyfriend.

Remus, luckily or unluckily for himself, had managed to cum without even touching himself, just before Lucius pulled out of him. He fell forward without a sound as he was pushed down, and only slightly winced when Lucius spat on him. He lay there in a heap on the floor for a while, just staring blankly at the wall, his knees pulled to his chest. He felt dirty. Used. Horrible. Worst of all, he had enjoyed it. He didn’t deserve Sirius. Sirius deserved someone strong enough to know how at least not enjoy being blackmailed into sex with someone other than their boyfriend.

Remus didn’t even go back to the common room that night. He simply pulled his pants back up and fell asleep on the floor in the Astronomy Tower. The next morning, he woke up from the light flowing over him through the window, and headed down to breakfast, a tad late, but still going there none the less. It was obvious something bad had happened, though. Remus was always a stickler for hygiene, and his hair was unwashed, and he looked a mess, in clothes from the day before.

He took a seat at the Gryffindor table deliberately as far as possible away from his friends, not wanting them to see him, or to see Sirius at the moment. He was too ashamed.

Sirius had spent that night curled up in their dormitory, after having spilled the entire situation to James over a pint of ale. Remus didn't show up, didn't come back, and after a good while spent waiting, the dark haired boy resigned himself to the fact that his boyfriend just wasn't going to come to bed. He finally fell asleep a few hours after dawn, and woke up when James did, having gotten the worst night's sleep he had had in months. It took James about 30 minutes to convince the puppy dog to go down to breakfast, because there was no use in not eating. Sirius agreed, though mostly due to the fact that his stomach was rumbling something awful.
 
Down in the Great Hall, Sirius had sat himself down between James and Peter, Lily across from him. The plate in front of him housed eggs that had barely been touched, a few half eaten strips of bacon, and a biscuit that the boy was currently attempting to gnaw on. With his eyes on his plate of food, Sirius didn't see Remus enter the Great Hall. In fact, it took a nudge in the side from Peter before Sirius would even look up. “What?” He asked, staring at the direction where the blond boy was now pointing. There was Remus, sitting as far away from Sirius as he could get. Those chocolate eyes glanced towards his boyfriend, and the pureblood looked more tired in that moment than anyone had ever seen him. James patted him reassuringly on the back, but it didn't do much good.
 
“I'm not hungry anymore.” Sirius said blankly, pushing the plate of half eaten food away, standing up, and making his way out of the entrance hall. He had half a mind to go back up to his dormitory and just sleep, but that thought was stopped abruptly when he heard the ever so cool voice of Lucius Malfoy. “Missing your boyfriend, Black?” Lucius spat, Sirius turning on his heel to glare at the platinum blond boy that was now in front of him. “What the fuck do you want Malfoy?” Sirius snarled back, though his voice just sounded tired. He wasn't in the mood for a fight today. “Fuck. That's an exceptional choice of words, Black, considering that's what I did to your half-breed last night.”
 
Before Sirius could stop himself, he launched at Lucius. Tired or not, no one was going to make a claim like that about Remus, no one. Bypassing his wand completely, Sirius had Lucius pinned to the ground by his forearm, which was pressing into Lucius' neck. “Say that again and I'll kill you.” Sirius snarled, rage radiating through him like a furnace. Lucius, on the other hand, merely laughed. That just enraged Sirius further, and the dark haired male raised his fist, then slammed it down, landing a punch right on Lucius' mouth, bloodying the other's lip. His hand hurt, and had a knick on it from Lucius' teeth, but he didn't care. He was furious. But Lucius just kept on cackling, his mouth full of blood. He looked quite creepy, smiling like that, blood soaked teeth and tongue showing perfectly through the thin, busted lips.
 
“Go ask ..him..yourself.” Lucius replied, his voice still cool, but tinged with maniacal laughter. “I fucked him, and he begged for it.” Sirius could barely breathe. This wasn't true, it had to be a lie. His Moony..couldn't have cheated on him like that. “You're lying.” Sirius said to Lucius, his fist still raised, but that was more so to himself than the other. “I'm not lying, blood traitor. Look at his body, he'll have hand prints and marks that you didn't give him. I did. And he fucking loved it.” Sirius couldn't think. He just couldn't think. He let go of Lucius, because at the moment, he didn't have the strength in his body to hold the other there. “Ah, you know my words are true, don't you Black?” Lucius voice was taunting Sirius, and the male brought hands to his head to try and stifle that voice. It just couldn't be true, there was no way it was true. But that sinking feeling in his gut and the hard tugging at his heart knew that there were truth in Malfoy's words.
 
But he had to be sure. He just had to. Standing up quickly, Sirius ignored the rest of Malfoy's taunting, and pushed hard on those doors going towards the Great Hall. Bursting in once more, just like had done the night he proclaimed his love for Remus, though this time, he wasn't going to announce his presence to anyone. His feet guided him towards where Remus was still sitting, and Sirius was sure that his heart was just going to stop at any moment. It couldn't be true, could it. His eyes stung, tears threatening to pour out at any moment. Finally, he reached the spot where his boyfriend was sitting. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
 
He coughed loudly, and finally those words broke the surface, though his voice sounded as if he had never been more scared in his entire life. “Remus..” he spoke slowly, his voice shaking, his hands reaching out, searching for Remus as if he were blind. He turned the werewolf in his seat and forced the other to look at him. “Tell me it's not true.” Sirius blinked his eyes a few more times, begging his eyes to stop trying to cry. “Tell me you didn't let him fuck you.” His voice grew weaker, and his knees began to shake. “Tell me that Malfoy's lying when he says you begged for it.”

Remus couldn’t do it. He couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t bring himself to meet Sirius’ gaze, to look at his hurt face, or to even lie about what had happened. What was the point? He wouldn’t lie to Sirius, because Sirius deserved better than that. He moved Sirius’ hands away from his shoulders, and stood up, all the while his gaze on a point next to Sirius head, but not actually looking him in the eye.

“Sirius, I can’t do this.” he said softly, his voice barely a whisper, and trembling. “I’m breaking up with you. You...deserve someone better than me. Someone who isn’t a half breed. Someone stronger, and smarter. Someone perfect.” he said, a few tears rolling down his cheeks now, though he wasn’t outright sobbing. He didn’t have the energy to do it.

“I’m sorry...I just...wasn’t strong enough...wasn’t smart enough to stop it.” he said, his voice breaking then as he turned. He paused, almost hoping Sirius would tell him that it was okay, and that he didn’t have to be so hard on himself, but then he ran. As fast as he could, away from Sirius. He knew it was the right thing to do. He’d done something unforgivable.

That wasn't fair. That honestly just wasn't fair. Sirius couldn't speak. He couldn't say ANYTHING. Remus cheated on him, and then broke up with him. In front of the entire great hall. And then he ran off like some coward. Sirius just felt sick, like every fiber of his being was being shoved through a meat grinder? And his heart? It was quite literally broken in half. He felt every thing at once, years of being put down by his parents, years of being called a disgrace by the ones that were supposed to love him, years of being abandoned by the same people who were his flesh and blood. And now, Remus had abandoned him. Sirius' one shot at happiness with someone that didn't care where Sirius came from, and didn't care what mistakes the boy made, because Remus loved him. Or at least Sirius had thought Remus loved him. Clearly, this wasn't the case.
 
Just like Remus, Sirius wanted to run, he wanted to flee. Somehow, he felt like everyone in that great hall was laughing at him. So finally the heart breaker became the brokenhearted. Sirius figured that it had to be karma, or something, because of all the hearts Sirius broke while he was a ladies man. That had to be it. The bad karma. Because now, Sirius literally felt like he was dead. Like he was dying. Like every single bit of hope and love he had in his body was being sucked out of him with a straw. The boy brought a hand up to his face and wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. How long had he been standing there? He didn't know. He didn't care.
 
And then it hit him. He loved Remus. He loved Remus so fucking much that he would do anything for the other boy. Hell, he loved Remus so much that his dick wouldn't even consider working around another human being. Sirius was going to love Remus forever, because he had loved Remus forever. But then that stupid fucking werewolf had to go and fuck everything up. Somehow, unbeknownst to him, his feet had began to walk him out of the Great Hall, slowly, as if he were in a trance. Much later, though it could have very well only been a few minutes, he was outside the castle. Towards the lake, so he could jump in and freeze to death. Towards the highest tree, so he could jump off of it. Whatever it took, he just didn't want to feel anymore.
 
“SIRIUS WAIT.” came a voice that Sirius thought he recognized. The dark haired male didn't turn, though, merely kept on walking, his eyes blood shot, his face tired. “PADFOOT!” there was that voice again. He knew that voice, didn't he? He was sure he did. He slowed his pace down for a moment, before stopping in his tracks. Seconds later, an out of breath James was beside him. “Padfoot, what the hell is wron—oh. Oh god. Sirius?” James' voice was now flushed with concern. Sirius turned slowly, big brown eyes staring at James, though he didn't really see him. “He cheated on me.” Sirius said, his voice eerily calm, though his eyes were brimming with wetness once more. “He doesn't love me.” The male gulped, staring straight at James, though still not seeing him. All Sirius could see was Remus, and in the back of his mind, Remus and Malfoy, enjoying each other, laughing at Sirius for being so stupid. “With Malfoy.” He added, a lump appearing his throat. Without warning, James threw his arms around Sirius and gave the boy the biggest hug he could muster.
 
It was then that Sirius realized where he was. He had stopped a few feet in front of the lake, and now, James was hugging him as tight as he could. “I'm here, Pads.” James said softly, still hugging his best friend. Sirius' heart sank. James was the only one that Sirius had left now, what with no family, and no Remus. Fuck, he missed Remus. Fuck, fuck fuck. Sirius wanted to bash his head against something hard, to knock himself out, but he couldn't, for James held onto the boy with all his might. “Please don't do anything stupid Pads.” James continued, “I need you.” It was those words, those three little words, that caused a ripple effect that would shatter Sirius' entire world. In an instant, he remembered Remus, their first kiss in the movies, then their kisses in Remus' bed, in the shower, the pictures, the liquor, the want, the need, the love they had for each other. All of it, everything, it was gone. And in that moment, Sirius' body crumpled. It was all James could do to help lower Sirius to the ground as softly as he could.
 
And with his arms around James, still trying to not think about Remus, Sirius Black allowed himself to cry for the first time since he was 11 years old.