Kept

Title: Kept. Part 1/2
Author: Skye
Pairing: RL/CC, CC/LM RL/CC/LM
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con, slavery, threesome...sort of (next part), use of toys and drugs.
Feedback: Yes.
Archiving: Not yet.
Summary: The war is over and Voldemort has won. Nearly everyone on the side of the Order is dead. Remus is living a life as Lucius Malfoy\'s pet werewolf. Lucius brings in a new toy-- and that new toy is sixteen year old Colin Creevy. Remus tries to help him.
Author\'s Notes: Remus and Colin... I\'ve gone off my rocker. This was surprisingly hard to write, but I\'m quite happy with it over all.
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Remus had been reading quietly when his \'roommate\' had been brought in.
Not that there was anything else to do when Malfoy or one of his friends didn\'t want him
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After Voldemort\'s victory, most of the Order and those who had supported Harry in his fight had simply been killed off-- usually to make examples to the more general population. Very few had been left alive Those intelligent or skilled enough to be useful, pureblooded enough to allow into the gene pool, and flexible enough to survive in this new world of Voldemort\'s.

The second category was even smaller. Remus was one of those. Of the hundreds who had fought, a \'select\' handful were kept as pets to the aristocracy. Attractive, pampered and cared for, but never, never more than a play thing or pet-- never human.

Remus knew others envied his position,and if he was honest it was better than the alternatives. It was certainly opulent, even decadent for the most part. He was clean, fed, warm, and kept in lavish surroundings, but a ... novelty more than anything else. He was nothing Malfoy\'s own pet werewolf, existing to service him.

Not the life he would have chosen, but he\'d survived too long to shun any life now, and while it dehumanized him, or would have a lesser man, he simply adjusted, adapted and survived. It really wasn\'t so bad. He was dressed up in leather and eyeliner, paraded about the Manor when there were guests, and more often than not he was a party favor....

But he\'d certainly survived worse than the sexual attention of drunken men with a taste for lycan. The worst part, by far, was how intensely bored and lonely he was most of the time. The flash of relief he felt when seeing the boy was understandable, but it still made a sharp pang of regret twist his stomach.

The boy looked young... terribly young and terribly scared, all blonde hair and big blue eyes, when he was brought into the suite by some nameless, faceless, servant. The door shut almost immediately, leaving them alone in their gilded cage.

The boy looked at him and simply shook with fear that Remus could not only smell but taste. He looked entirely out of the place in the lavish manor. He also looked very small and slightly grubby in his worn and baggy clothes.

He looked real, human, and ....

Perhaps he\'s not quite defenseless, Remus amended, when the relatively slight weight hit him square in the solar-plexus, knocking air out of his lungs. Surprise made him stagger back and he had to suppress a laugh when the child snarled at him. He sounded like a puppy more than anything fierce, Remus thought. The illusion was heightened when the boy\'s sharp little teeth sank into his wrist.

Remus wasn\'t angry, but he was not about to let himself be used as a punching bag. Nor was he going to let himself be bitten and clawed to shreds. With a grunt Remus freed him wrist from the boy\'s teeth, turned him around, and pinned his arms across his chest. Finally, he sat on the floor and took the struggling kid with him.

The youngester was apparently not in great shape, and while he kept fighting Remus with adrenaline fueled strength, it couldn\'t last long. Though Remus was surprised by how long he kept it up, it wasn\'t long before he was limp and unresisting in his arms, panting and glaring up at him.

\"Gryffindor were you?\" he asked very mildly, looking down at him.

That earned him another snarl, this one quieter due to exhaustion. The blonde hair had gone darker at the temples with sweat and he was panting for air. Remus cautiously relaxed his arms to let him breathe.

\"It\'s okay. I was in Gryffindor, too. It was a compliment.\"

The fear that had been all but suffocating Remus lessened slightly at that. \"You look a little young to remember,\" he continued, hoping to calm him down, \"but you might have heard of me from a sibling or friend. My name\'s Remus Lupin. I was a Professor at Hogwarts for a year, and I worked with the Order.\"

That got through to him. He could feel tension lessen and the body in his arms relaxed into him instead of tensing away, and the fear in the room lessened significantly. But he still wasn\'t talking. The kid wasn\'t mute--not with all the snarling and growling he\'d just been doing. He hoped. \"What\'s your name?\" he tried.

\"Colin--Creevy. You were a professor my second year.\"

His second year... so he was only a year younger than Harry would have been, which made him 16, Remus supposed. Young, too young for this, but not as awfully disturbingly young as he\'d thought. Besides he vaugely remembered the kid from class... and he\'d always been small.

\"I remember you,\" he said with a nostalgic smile, keeping his voice low and soothing. \"You always had a camera.\"

Colin laughed unsteadily, looked up at him and blew hair off his forehead. \"Yeah, that was me.... Can you, um, let me go yet?\"

He sounded vaguely amused and Remus had to smile. \"Are you going to bite me again?\"

\"I\'ll try really hard not to,\" he sounded earnest and his eyes went all wide. Remus let him go.

Remus was beginning to understand how Colin had both caught Lucius\' attention, and why he wasn\'t dead or insane already. He was young and pretty enough to be appealing to Lucius, with enough fire and strength not to break.

But he could not fight Lucius Malfoy like he had fought Remus and expect to live.
Remus was sick enough of death and suffering. He didn\'t want anyone else to die. He certainly didn\'t want this child to die. Not if he could help it.

\"Do you know why you\'re here?\" he asked quietly. He wasn\'t surprised in the least when Colin shook his head. They wouldn\'t have bothered talking to him at all. \"All right. Let\'s get you fed and cleaned up and then we\'ll talk about it.\"

While Colin was in the bathroom a note and box arrived via House-elf and Remus read over it with disgust. It was from Lucius, of course He had until tonight to prepare Colin for him, if Colin fought he\'d simply kill the boy. It seemed Remus knew his weaknesses well. It didn\'t surprise Remus in the least.

He flipped the box open, and arched an eyebrow at the contents, then set it on the night stand and forgot it. He needed to talk to Colin first.

Remus waited until Colin had showered and changed into clean clothes. They looked brand new, but weren\'t at all provocative. Just jeans and a sweat shirt. They made him look younger, and smaller, and it made it harder to tell him.

But he did. He didn\'t flinch, look away or show any distress at all. Simply laid the facts out in simple terms, small words and short sentences and watched Colin grow paler and draw his knees up to his chest, feet balanced on the edge of the chair. To Colin\'s credit he didn\'t have hysterical fits or fly into any sort of rage. The only indication of his returned anxiety, besides the change in posture, was the scent of fear rolling off him again--fear and disgust.

\"It\'s not that bad, Colin.\" Remus said quietly. He\'d told that to himself enough to believe it, and while it wasn\'t something he\'d have chosen, he was comfortable. He\'d gotten too comfortable, he realized, because while it might be used to it, he found the idea of Colin being Lucius\' catamite absolutely abhorrent. \"Just do what he wants and he\'ll treat you well.\"
Colin looked entirely unconvinced and very, very quiet.

\"Colin, Look at me.\" He waited for the boy to look up, and peer at him from behind a thick curtain of honey blonde hair. \"It\'s just sex. It\'s not hard, it\'s not even bad. Lucius is a bastard but he wouldn\'t do more damage than he feels like he has to to get what he wants. Your submission- but if you fight him, he will kill you.\"

Colin snorted and put his forehead down on his knees \"Not quite how I thought I\'d loose my virginity.\"
Remus groaned. He couldn\'t help it. \"You\'ve never--\" Colin shook his head mutely, and Remus fell silent.

That
explained Lucius\' insistence that he prepare Colin. Even Lucius wouldn\'t want to seriously damage one of his pets. It would put Colin out of commission and that wasn\'t something he wanted.

As much as he realized he needed to do as Lucius said, for both of their sakes, it was disguised as a question or suggestion, and aiteaited for Colin\'s permission, reaction, anything. No matter what the consequences, he would not force this. It just wasn\'t in him, even if he did it to protect Colin. He\'d let Malfoy kill them both before he let Lucius make him a rapist.

It came much faster than Remus would have anticipated. It was sheer determination from the set of Colin\'s jaw to the steely glint in his eyes when he stood up. \"Thank you. I\'d be very appreciative.\" He was almost formal, but Remus just shrugged it off. They didn\'t know each other at all.

This situation was bizarre but he had sex often enough and with enough different people he hated that this wasn\'t a huge deal for him. He just wanted to make it better for Colin, in any way he could. He had someone to protect again, and he\'d do it to the best of his ability in these circumstances.

He stood as well, and nodded. \"All right.\"

He didn\'t move and for long moments the tableau held, standing several feet apart, eyes locked. Remus felt as though he were being examined, weighed and measured. Colin\'s gaze was incredibly intense for someone so young. Remus suddenly found himself wondering what had happened to him int he past year or if this was simply Colin. If this intense focus had been what sparked his love of photography.

His thoughts were broken as Colin walked slowly and steadily toward him. He looked like he was approaching something unpleasant, but he didn\'t look away. Remus smiled encouragingly and held out his hand. There was a slightly, barely noticeable hesitation and then he took it, small cool fingers curling around his.

Remus tugged him gently closer and Colin came forward easily until he came to rest against Remus\'s chest, head against Remus\'s collar bone with an audible sigh. Nothing at all sexual about it, Colin just seemed exhausted and relieved for the solidity and illusion of safety, lulled by it almost.

Remus knew the boy had had a miserably long day, was exhausted and tired, needed sleep...but he also knew Ls wos wouldn\'t wait long. He wanted to get this over with and let him get some sleep before the Master called his dogs to heel. He let Colin rest there for a few moments before speaking quietly. \"Let\'s lie down for a little bit.\"

Colin nodded against his chest and murmured a soft, \"Okay,\" against the fabric of his shirt.

Remus released him and very methodically, and with deliberate casualness, picked up the breakfast tray, and straightened up the room. He noticed out of the corner of his eye Colin was slowly undressing. He stopped when Colin was down to his boxers, and walked into the bathroom. He and washed his hands and face, wet a face cloth with hot water, and gave Colin a chance to get undressed and into bed.

When he heard the rustle of bed clothes he finished and walked back to the bedroom. Colin was curled up in the bed, back against the wall. Hair fell over his forehead, one arm over the covers, fingers curled loosely, eyes closed. Remus would have thought him asleep if not for that every present anxiety and tension that still permeated the air.

He settled sat down on the edge of the bed, and Colin\'s eyes opened immediately, focused on him with animal wariness. Remus smiled. The child could have been Slytherin. He was a survivor and he\'d make it through this. Remus would make sure of it.

\"All right, sweetheart,\" he said kindly, retrieving one of the vials, \"drink this.\"

Colin sat up and took it, tipping it and looking at the deep purple liquid suscpiously. \"What is it?\"

Remus quirked an eyebrow. \"What is it, or what does it do? I don\'t know exactly what it is but it\'s a sedative. It will have mostly worn off by the time Lucius arrives,it won\'t put you entirely to sleep, and it will make the next half hour easier to deal with.\"

When it looked like Colin was going to refuse he persisted. \"Colin... trust me and take it. For me if not for you.\"

He didn\'t know if he could do what was expected of him if Colin was tense, scared, and fully conscious. There was no way he could expect a 16 year old virgin to participate and enjoy something this clinical, and he felt disgusting enough already.

He was vastly relieved when Colin pulled the stopper out and tossed the contents back. \"Now what?\"

\"Now,\" He said watching Colin\'s pupils dilate and his breathing deepen. \"We wait for just a minute for it to work,\" he said very very softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He was careful not to intrude as the drug tugged Colin down into a foggy, dazed state. He was utterly relaxed, eyes closed, and when Remus called his name , fingers ghosting over his shoulder moments later, there was barely a \"hm?\" in response to indicate he was conscious at all.

When Remus shifted on the bed and reached for the box Colin opened his eyes. They were dull and glassy, almost vacant and with only a thin ring of blue showing around the edges of his pupils Remus drug his hand lightly across his face and Colin closed his eyes automatically, and Remus sat the box on the bed.

Remus shifted Colin closer to the center of the bed, leaving him curled in the almost fetal position, knees up to his chest. He uncovered him and spent a few minutes running one hand from the back of his neck all the way down his spine, across the swell of his buttocks, and down the back of his thigh. He used his other hand to retrieve the lubricant from the box.

He continued to pet Colin, opg thg the tube of lubricant with one hand. He shifted the path his hand was taking gradually. There was no flinch or reaction at all when he stroked between Colin\'s cheeks except Colin straightened one leg and moved it behind Remus, other still drawn up to his chest.

Remus squeezed the lubricant onto his fingers, rubbing it until it warmed. His hand stilled on Colin\'s hip, steadying him as he probed gently. He stroked over the opening slowly, smearing the oily liquid slowly, working it into every wrinkle and crevice until thecle cle opened and his finger slid easily inside.
That drew a slight flinch and whimper from the sedated boy. Remus pet his hip until he relaxed again before he slowly began to move his finger about, twisting against the ring of muscle until it gave and he was able to slide a second inside.

Colin tensed against him. His eyes fluttered open and he huffed air out in a slightly uncomfortable sounding grunt. \"Shh. Close your eyes,\" Remus murmured, hand stilling. He added more lubricant, and after several minutes of slow and careful manipulation glanced into the box again, before he slowly slid the third finger inside him.

He knew the stretch of that was uncomfortable, intimidating, but not painful, and the better prepared he was the less he would be hurt and the better off they would be. As wrong as this felt, as clinical and detached, and as groggy as Colin was, Remus was startled when Colinned ned softly, pushing back very slightly, forehead furrowing a bit.

That was , actually, a good sign. Remus just wished he, himself, hadn\'t responded to it the way he had -- or at all for that matter. He quickly suppressed, and then dismissed, the flush of arousal. Not appropriate, he told himself, and looked away from the sight of Colin\'s body stretched around his fingers, thanking every deity he\'d ever heard of he had years of experience at repression -- sexual and otherwise.
He kept his fingers in place as he reached for the... toy. Short and squat, black and fairly short, the plug looked rather sinister. Then again everything that came from Malfoy looked and felt.

He slid his fingers out and used them to add still more lubricant to both Colin and the plastic implement. He held it by the base pushed slowly inward. Colin grunted again and shifted away before stilling deliberately. Apparently he was waking up a bit with the discomfort. Remus held his hip firmly and continued the gentle, insistent pressure until the widest point slid through and muscle contracted around the narrow neck, leaving only the base visible.

He pulled his hands back and wiped the excess lubricant off them, as well as from Colin, with the still warm flannel and closed the box with a loud snap. Colin responded with a low groan and shifted uncomfortably nearly rolling onto his back and then apparently deciding it wasn\'t a great idea moved back onto his side and pulled both knees up to his chest.

The boy was clearly uncomfortable, so Remus pulled the covers back over him. He returned the box to the night stand settled behind him, fully dressed and above the covers. He stroked blonde hair away from his face, petting him soothingly, or he hoped soothingly, and Colin eventually dropped into drugged sleep.

Remus stayed, one arm protectively around his waist, Colin\'s fingers eventually curled around his wrist and tugged it up, hugging it as a young child would a security blanket. Remus kept his eyes focused on the door and waited. Waited for Colin to sleep off the drugs and exhaustion.

ed fed for Lucius, their keeper, to appear to make use of his newest toy.