In For A Sickle...

A slash fic from the Marauders era, sixth-year Remus, Sirius, Severus and Lucius getting it on, eventually all together. If this sounds squickly, leave now rather than flaming as you\'ll get double the angry revenge if you do. This is a joint effort by FaerieOfMischief and Nocturnali (check out our fics sometime, hint hint), we own nothing and are in no way affiliated with Rowling, Warner brothers or Bloomsbury publishing, etc. Please remember to comment as we\'re both review whores, we want to know what you think!!! We actually tried on the spelling and grammer so that should count for something, right...?

Prologue

A storm raged outside, the bucketing rain sliding down the windowpanes to obscure any view of the pitch-dark night outside. The pounding rain muffled to a dull murmur by the magics of Hogwarts castle. The floating candles in the Great Hall flickered in the occasional draught or passing spectre. Other then the incomprehensible ramblings of the caretaker, all was quiet- just another night at the United Kingdom’s most well- known school of magic.

But mischief was afoot…

High above the rest of the sleeping castle four young wizards argued, oblivious to the of of the world.

“And if you fail?” Lucius still managed to look down his nose, even though he was three inches shorter than the boy he faced.
“We won’t. But when you do, you’ll finally use that pretty mouth for something useful for the first time. A head job for me from you. And your lady friend over there can service Remus as well, just to be fair.” The smirk on Sirius’ face could cut glass.
“Never going to happen. But surely not just a quick stroll in the Forest.” Lucius sneered. “Even your little brain can come up with something better than that Black, surely.”
“Okay.” Sirius was warming to the idea now. The thought of Lucius Malfoy on his knees in front of him was proving to tempting a vision. It was making him even more reckless than usual. “A scavenger hunt then.”
Behind him, he heard Remus swear. That didn’t matter, he’d talk him round.

Remus bit his lip after the unusual expletive escaped. As usual his friend was digging a hole with room for two. He tried to console himself with the fact that Snape looked less than happy as well. In fact the expression on the lanky boy’s pale face was quite similar to how he imagined his own to look.
Snape’s black eyes caught Remus’ amber ones. Remus thought he detected a flicker of sympathy; they were in the same situation after all. Better make it a grave for four.

“… and the tail hair of a centaur.” Sirius was saying.
What!? Remus decided he’d better start paying attention to what Sirius was saying instead of Snape’s eyes. He didn’t really want to know what had been said before. Did he? It crossed his mind that he may not even live to get that head job from Snape. Damn Sirius!

Malfoy sneered. More so than usual. “Why not make iallenginnging at least? A unicorn’s toe nail clipping.”
“Okay.” Sirius rose to the challenge, knowing that no-one knew anything about Remus other than himself, James and Peter. “Werewolf semen.”
Snape barked with laughter, almost choking on the sudden rush of air. “There’s no full moon for three weeks, I thought we wanted to get this over and done. And while I wouldn’t mind having you two get killed in this stupid bet, I don’t like the idea of being mauled myself.”
“Not giving up already, surely?” Sirius smirked. “All right…” His hand pressed downwards heavily on Lucius’ shoulder. “Down you go.”
Lucius pushed the hand away with more force than was necessary, a look of pure distaste on his face at having to touch a Gryffindor. “It’ll be a cold day in Hades, Black, before I’m on my knees in front of you.”
“Temperature’s dropping fast…” muttered from behind Sirius.
He threw a grateful smile over his shoulder. Nice to know he wt alt alone in this.

Remus scowled at Sirius and that stupid grin. He wouldn’t abandon him; the silly sod would never last on his own. But he was going to complain and nag and scold until Sirius did something worse. And he would. He always did.

“How much werewolf semen?” Lucius asked.

Snape mentally slapped his forehead, he couldn’t believe that this conversation was actually happening. It would almost be better to be Remus’ whore for the day then to get killed doing something that stupid. Oh well, in for a sickle…

“It’ll need to be at least a spoonful so I can test it to prove it’s not just you with too much time and other sticky things on your hands.” He interjected, his dark eyes glittering with venom.

“So just a mouthful then?” Sirius grinned wickedly to himself until Remus kicked the back of his leg. Damn fool. Sirius tried to calm him with a look but Remus was quietly livid. The werewolf thing may be a shoo- in, but there was no way either of them could be considered innt ent enough to get anywhere near a unicorn. At least the Slytherins would have the same problem, though it was unlikely Lucius could still be a virgin, in any technical exaggeration of the word. He growled softly. They needed to finish this up and get back to the Tower before anyone noticed their beds were empty. James was angling for a Head Boy’s badge and it made him difficult to be around if there was anything resembling rule-breaking going on. And it was hard to be a Marauder and not break any rules.

“I think your pet wants to go.” Lucius chuckled at his own wit.
“I think your tongue needs a leash of its own.” Sirius snapped back. “It’s up to werewolf semen, a unicorn\'s hoof clipping, centaur tail hair, a feather from a dodo, salamander skin, the whisker of a kneazle, one Malicious Mactavish Munching Mushroom, a branch of Shrieking Hags Hair and two legs shed from the giant spiders. Must be at least a foot long to count. All to be collected from the Forest between sundown and sun-up on nig night of the next full moon.”

Snape frowned and shifted uncomfortably on the hard wooden ben Luc Lucius did like to talk so... he could spend the whole night listening to his own voice... provided there was someone the fawn over him at occasional intervals of course. And it seemed that Black was the same. How else could that list be explained? They’d just spent the time egging each other on, trying to outdo each other with words with no thought to the endgame.

“I still think you\'ll back out of this. I know what you Slytherins are like.” Sirius eyed them both.
“What do you suggest Black?” Snape was getting fed up. “A contract written in blood?”
Remus slapped his forehead in dismay, and took the step and a half forward to smack Snape over the back of the head. “Idiot.” he hissed. “You\'re going to make this worse then it already is!” , no, not blood.” Lucius frowned, deep in thought. Playing around bod bodily fluids indeed - disgusting. That’s what minions were for. But which spell to use. He held his hand out, palm down.
“Put your hands on mine.” He waved his wand over the joined hands and spoke. “Pactum adstringo.”

The joined hands glowed purple and when each pulled back, there was a thin silver line around each boy’s wrist. Lucius smiled cruelly, though it quickly turned to a look of shock when Remus lunged at him. He barely avoided a broken nose from the Gryffindor’s hurtling fist.
“What the fuck did you just do?” Sirius hissed, barely managing to keep hold of Remus’ shoulders. He could see the hackles raised on the back of his friend’s neck, something wasn’t right.
“Standard contract spell, you of all people should know it Black. Or maybe daddy dearest never bothered to show you any real magic. Now there can be no backing out. And if either of you imbeciles try to cheat your way out of having to give us our… ahem… oral pleasure by, for instance, going into the Forest before the appointed time for a head start… your fingernails will turn black and fall off.” He examined his own perfectly manicured hands snootily. “And, when you do lose, if you don’t pay up within a week, all of your body hair will also fall out and the word ‘Loser’ will circle repeatedly in a crown around your bald head.”

Despite himself, Sirius was impressed. No wonder he found the blond boy so fascinating. Their eyes met in an unspoken communication that said neither was going to submit easily.
Meanwhile, he had to get his friend back to the dorm. Snape was watching him far too closely.