Our Story

Writing under a somewhat leaky roof next to a fireplace in December wasn’t as bad as I thought it out to be. With a comfortable wooden chair and snug fitting gloves, I actually forgot about the wind chills that came through my window. James had insisted I worked in his room, but I needed my space…no matter how cold it got. I dealt with it as I had dealt with everything else in my life. All I had to do was think, sooner or later it had to get better for me.

My life wasn’t so horrible to begin with, but it could’ve been better. For one, my father could’ve been accepting of my work…that way I would’ve been able to stay home with confidence. Not that I blamed my father, he loved me like any other normal, selfish, non forgiving father would. He gave me criticism with my work, hurtful or not it did help. Then there was his obsession with ignoring me while I got depressed over not being able to succeed in life…he was lovely in deed.

Shivering unconsciously, Remus ran a hand up his arm while typing with the other. His eyes glued to the script that was soon to be Spectacular! Spectacular! He was working with James, but had agreed to do some writing on his own. Remus was used to working alone, but did like the idea of having someone else to elaborate ideas with. And James also had a liking to Lily, and right before she left he liked to hang around her.

Remus smiled to himself as he listened to them both chatting in the hallway. Lily was obviously trying to leave and James was still trying to convince her to stay. It was kind of romantic of him, caring about the young lady enough to try talking her into a life of watching him write and staying in this shabby hotel. Remus couldn’t help but laugh when Lily did at James’s pathetic attempt of wooing her.

“I have to go! Tonks is already there!” Lily had a smile in her voice.

“Please, Lily…Just one night?” James sounded as if he was on his knees begging the poor girl.

“One night and I’ll end up on the streets!” She ran down the steps quickly away from the pleading young man.

Remus stopped his typing, glancing at his rough looking door. The voices had stopped, but James hadn’t given any sign that he was still living and breathing. Remus stood up and strode towards the door, opening it with a little squeak.

Grinning to himself, Remus crossed his arms as well as one ankle over the other as he stood against the door frame. His vest hanging open as he leaned over, tilting his head to observe James better.

The dark haired man with glasses on his nose, held onto the bars of the railing. He was obviously looking down at the staircase below to see Lily leave the building in her revealing dress. Remus only shook his head with a smile, and went to sit beside his friend who resembled a small puppy watching his master go.

“What’s it like?” Remus asked, sitting with his back against the rails.

“Sucks.” James mumbled, turning around with a heavy sigh.

“Then why do you keep trying? Why not give in and find another pretty little flower?”

James looked at him with a disbelieving look, and it made Remus a bit uncomfortable to be on the receiving end of that look.

“What?” Remus smiled.

“Love… Remus, true love. Stops at nothing and nothing should ever get in the way. No matter how difficult or complicated it may be…love is love. You can’t control it, you can’t stop it, it’s a force that can’t be tainted.” James sighed, surprising Remus with his short, yet insightful speech. The man was horrible with words, but got his point across.

“I’ve never felt that way before.” Remus admitted, getting laugh out of James who seemed serious for once. “What?”

“Remus, I’m sure you’ve felt something for someone before.” James closed his eyes, another long exaggerated sigh escaping his lips.

“No. Not even a crush, I’ve never really even had a crush.” Remus laughed this time, surprising to hear himself say the words he only though about.

“Never, ever? Like never…Never?” James sat up, looking over as Remus simply nodded his head slowly. He gasped sharply, standing up just as fast as he grabbed Remus’s hands.

“James?”

“No talk! We’re going!”

Telling James I never had a crush was a horrible mistake at the moment, but later became my greatest mistake. He had dolled me up in deceiving clothes, handed me a top hat that matched his own and forced me to The Moulin Rouge. A night club for the underground sinners and horny bastards of Paris. It disgusted me at first, seeing all these men drool over a pair of tits and decorated legs. I will admit the ladies and gentleman who worked here were rather beautiful.

They all looked their best, being a dancer for greedy men had to take a lot out of them. Not to mention only god knew what happened to them behind closed doors.

I was forced to watch until Lily came on.

“I swear to you, Remus. She’s amazing!” James sat on the edge of his seat, is fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. “And I promise right after she’s done, we’ll find you a shag.”

Remus looked up, a blush forming on his face.

“A…what?” Remus whispered to James as the lights died down.

“Sh! Sh! She’s coming!”

But, as the lights died and the booths surrounding the center floor lit up gracefully Remus looked around. He watched as glitter fell from the ceiling, surrounding the red head of James affection. Remus knew she was a beautiful woman, she didn’t need to wear so much make up and a shinny, skimpy dress to prove it. He watched as she sat upon a swing and entertained the men below. The swing was lowered to the ground slowly as she was greeted with the other dancers…one certain male catching his attention.

Lily had her arms wrapped around the man’s thin neck, fingers were in his shoulder length black hair before throwing her head back with a laugh. The man smiled at her, whispering something before lifting her off the ground for a spin. Remus watched as his muscles flexed with the moment, feeling his interest grow. The man let Lily spin before putting her down, where she was met with Tonks who held a glittering necklace.

Ignoring the rest of Lily’s act, Remus watched the man in long dark pants and tight fitting unbuttoned vest. His dark hair framed his face as he moved towards a group of men awaiting his arrival. Remus gasped, watching the scene unfold before him.

The man let himself be pulled in for a forceful kiss by another man. After the kiss, he dropped to his knees looking up at the man before him. Remus swallowed thickly, getting James’s attention.

“Well, if you don’t have any crushes now…I think you’re asexual.” James sighed heavily, looking like he’s just ran a mile.

“Oh…I have one.” Remus said accidentally. “But, James…this isn’t a crush at all, it’s lust!”

“So?” James shrugged his shoulders, sitting up again as the dancers had started to pick men to be with. “It’s a start.” He smirked, then looked over at the girl who held his heart.
Remus followed James’s glance to see Lily had her thin, pale arms around another mans neck. Her lips attached to his as they kissed, he almost felt sympathy for James, but James convinced him otherwise.

“Isn’t she great?”

That had caught Remus off his guard.

“What?”

“Well, she’s a great actress. Of course, we both very well know that she’d knew get with that old man. My lily has better taste than that.” James laughed, then looked back with a painful expression as Lily led the other man away towards the back.

Remus remained silent as he watched Lily leave from their sight, then got bored as he realized he was staring at nothing. The man he saw before was gone now, and it was difficult trying to find him in the dancing club.

Remus sat replaying the scene of that mysterious man in his head. It was extraordinary, the way he was both dominant and submissive at the same time. He approached his victim with confidence, but let them take control over him. He dropped willingly to his knees, but let the other man receive the pleasurable thought of what could happen. Remus closed his eyes for a second, placing himself in the scene this time.

“Oh!”

James broke it.

“He’s here!…Uhm, maybe I can get you to approach him?…Uhm, Lily! Shit…She’s, busy?…Oh fuck…” James seemed to pull at his hair as Remus looked at him questioningly.

“Who?”

“Lucius!” James whispered loudly, eyeing at a booth not to far from them.

Remus turned and noticed the man from before…the man who sparked his interest very quickly. But, the scene made his insides tighten.

“He’s the long blonde haired man, with his little pet sitting on him.” James sighed.

“I see…”

Remus took in the scene before him, Lucius Malfoy sitting in a throne surrounded by large men, no doubt guards for himself. His long, straight blonde hair sitting just under his shoulder line, perfectly neat and untouchable. His eyes fixed on his lap dog, the sexy man from the dance floor. Even from a distance, Remus felt how cold and heartless the man was. The man submissively rolled his head back as a pair of leather gloved hands gripped his thin neck. Lucius laughed, letting go and watching as the man stood and again sat down on Lucius’s lap. This time instead of being on his knee, he was straddling Lucius now. With a blocked view, but a pretty good idea of what they were doing, Remus looked back at James.

“So, all I have to do is explain the play?”

“Yes, sir. But, don’t keep eye contact, never speak unless spoken too or asked too. Don’t ever let he know you’re afraid of him. Don’t ever disagree with him. Don’t even think about saying no to him.” James went on, almost looking fearful as he spoke. “The man has power, Remus. A lot of power, he can end your life in a second if he wanted…just because he didn’t like the way you looked at him.”

Remus rolled his eyes at the exaggeration, but James leaned forward and held tat serious look again.

“Please, Remus. Don’t take this lightly…”


Lucius sat staring at a certain sandy brown haired boy as he was being entertained, his eyes taking in the new face with pleasure. He smiled, his dark eyes sparking with a new lust.

“Excuse me.”

Lucius looked up at the voice laced with attitude and jealousy, smirking up at a pair of gray eyes.

“Yes, my pet?”

“I don’t dance around for you to watch someone else.” The man before Lucius crossed his arms and pouted childishly. “Don’t you still want me?”

Lucius sat back more relaxed as his ‘pet’ crawled onto his lap again, taking his perfect face into his rough hands. Moving his leather covered hands up the man’s back, Lucius closed his eyes.

“Now, now, Sirius. We save this for the elephant.” Lucius smiled, enjoying the feel of Sirius’s teeth nipping on his neck.

“But, you know I love an audience…” Using his hands to undo his own pants, Sirius moaned eagerly in Lucius’ ear.

“Sirius.” Lucius warned, grabbing both of Sirius’s hands.

Sirius sat back with a huff before looking up at one of the men that stood around them. He smirked gleefully, winking as he made the large man blush.

“You’re no fun, Luscious.” Sirius laughed, watching Lucius glare up at him. “I’m going to have some fun.”

As Sirius got up to leave, Lucius grabbed his arm in a painful grip. Sirius stopped short, his smile being wiped off his face and replaced with a painful glare at the hand on him. Lucius tugged him down sharply, not caring that Sirius fell to his knees with a painful thud.

“Don‘t you dare let anyone fuck you.” Lucius whispered harshly, his voice full of command as Sirius continued to stare at the floor. “And don’t even think about fucking anyone.”

Lucius looked back up at the sandy brown headed new comer, his lips twisting into a smile. “I have something to do.” Lucius looked back at Sirius, watching as the younger man looked up at him with a disbelieving look.