Shapeshift

Title: Shapeshift
Author: Lidane
Pairing: Remus/Lucius
Rating: hmm…I’d say hard R myself. Not sure, though.
Warnings: Violence, non-con and bloodplay, angst—this is NOT a happy story at all.
Spoilers: are around here somewhere—you have been warned
Feedback: would be much appreciated
Archive: My LJ and anyone else who actually wants this—just let me know where it went
Disclaimer: if you think I own *any* of this, or profit from it, seek help immediately. Also, the title and lyrics quoted below both belong to Metallica, and are from the same song. I’m not making any money off of them either.
Summary: In the aftermath of Sirius’ death, Remus has a gift for Lucius

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Bright is the moon, high in starlight
Chill in the air, cold as steel tonight
We shift
Call of the wild
Fear in your eyes
It\'s later than you realized

--Metallica, “Of Wolf and Man”

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“What in Merlin’s name do you think you’re doing?” raged the bloodied and bound figure that was Lucius Malfoy. Currently sporting a bruised cheek, black eye and split lip, his clothing shredded and tattered, and his cane out of reach, he leveled a venomous glare on his attacker. His arms were shackled over his head, the chains drilled into the brick wall, and the Death Eater found his movements restricted, and his arms growing slack from the lack of blood flow.

He’d just left the Ministry of Magic where he had authorized a few healthy deposits into Cornelius’ vaults to keep himself out of Azkaban, and to prevent a trial in the Wizengamot for his part in the debacle at the Department of Mysteries. It was a beautiful night, and he’d opted to take a short walk rather than apparate directly home. Deciding to make a stop at Flourish & Blotts, Lucius was walking back towards the Leaky Cauldron and had just about neared the threshold of the bookshop next to the wizarding inn when a hand came out from behind him and then everything went black.

Pulled into a narrow alley, he found himself stunned and vaguely heard an incantation cast, his steel grey eyes seeing the shimmer that indicated a magical shield, and that was his last conscious memory. At that moment, a fist flew out of nowhere and struck his jaw, and the rest was a haze.

It had been a quick and brutal fight, but the purely human Malfoy had been outmatched and outclassed in a physical altercation with the werewolf before him, those amber eyes glowing dangerously.

Pouring as much malice as he could into his voice, he sneered, “I demand—“

“You are in no position to make demands, you miserable bastard,” spat a vengeful Remus Lupin, his own brow scraped from the struggle the two wizards had engaged in moments before, “so don’t bother. No one can see or hear you, and they don’t know this alley is even here.” Twirling his wand, he advanced on Lucius, musing, “It’s amazing what a few well-placed silencing and concealment charms, and strong notice me not spell at the perimeter can accomplish, along with the shield that I cast when I first brought you in here.” A feral grin then crossed Remus’ face, “ No one will be able to help you. You’re mine.”

Eyes widening in realization, Malfoy was forced to concede his opponent’s point. He was alone, shackled, and concealed in every way from the outside world. And he was facing a werewolf with an axe to grind, as his best friend, pack mate, and confidant had been killed just a few weeks prior.

He considered the man before him. There was an off kilter quality to the normally passive Gryffindor, and it was one he had never seen. Remus appeared on the edge of sanity and at the height of rage, and in a dim corner of his dazed mind, Lucius was startled when he saw the one thing in the younger man that sent a shiver down his spine.

Bloodlust.

Werewolves, by their very character, literally embody the struggle between man and beast, he remembered, and that makes them even more dangerous than a normal man. Wolves are carnivores, and predators by nature. They hunt and kill to survive, and are not afraid to take on prey that are many times larger than they are. That simple truth hit the Death Eater between the eyes as little else could have.

“Finally figure it out, Lucius?” mocked Lupin as he encroached the bound man. “There is nothing, and no one, that will stop me.” A slender, pale finger traced his jaw in an almost casual manner, and he felt the breath of the wolf ghost along his skin. “I will have my way,” he slurred, his tongue flicking out and following the trail left by his wandering digit. Suddenly, Lucius realized Remus’ intentions.

No. NO. This could not be happening. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not to a man like him. Not to someone who had killed, bribed, raped and tortured others without a backwards glance, and who used any means to get his way. He was not meant for this—to be used and degraded by a …a creature, of all things.

It was inconceivable.

Gathering the last remnants of his pride, he straightened up and tried to affect an intimidating stance, which was made difficult by his current predicament. “You won’t get away with this,” he seethed, his eyes flashing.

A bark of laughter and he was answered with a smirk worthy of one of his own. “My dear Lucius,” derided Lupin as he looked into steel gray eyes, his voice dropping in pitch, “Look around you. I already have.”

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“Now,” bantered Remus idly, “first things first. We need to get one little problem out of the way,” he said, walking over to where the sleek, ebony and silver cane rested on the ground.

“You wouldn’t dare,” gasped Malfoy.

An innocent look crossed Lupin’s face as he pulled on the gleaming serpent head and unsheathed Lucius’ wand. “Wouldn’t I?” he asked brightly, taking the slender wooden stick between his hands and snapping it cleanly in two.

“You unmitigated bastard,” growled the Death Eater. “That was my wand! What makes you think…?” he began, only to be cut off.

“Oh, give over, you stupid toff,” Lupin replied cruelly. “You’re a wealthy enough man to buy your way out of Azkaban. Surely you can pay Ollivander to repair a simple wand. Your cane, however, is another matter,” he smiled, and Remus turned, aiming his own wand at the staff after casually casting it aside. “Incendio,” he breathed, and both wizards watched as the symbol that Malfoy had carried around for decades went up in flames, turning to ash in a matter of moments, the serpent head melting from the heat.

“What, going to leave my wand intact, such as it is?” sneered Lucius.

Tapping a finger lazily on his chin, Lupin replied, “I had considered burning it as well, but I have a feeling that when I’m done with you, you’ll be needing that wand again, so no. I’ll leave it be…for now,” he mused wryly.

“You would leave me with the means of exacting revenge on you for this, or even killing you?” Malfoy asked incredulously. “Why?”

Another bit of sadistic laughter, and Remus looked at his captive. “Lucius, how ignorant could you possibly be? A good predator covers their tracks. Do you honestly believe that I’m going to leave here without erasing your memories of this, or even altering them? You will forget this night when it is done, but I will live with the satisfaction of seeing you brought to your knees,” he smiled thinly.

Walking back to the chained figure, Lupin fixed a wan gaze on Malfoy and said, “Now…what should I do next?” he mused. “Ah,” ventured Remus, “I think I know just what to do with you.”

“What would that be?” scoffed Lucius. “Violate me? Get your sick pleasures from me?”

“Oh, that will happen in time, my darling Death Eater,” replied the werewolf. “All in due time. But first, I think something else is in order.” Looking Malfoy over with a dispassionate eye, he crooned, “You seem to be almost obsessive about your blood, Lucius, and in how pure it is. Perhaps bringing some more of it out first would make things more interesting,” he taunted, his hands reaching over and ripping what remained of Lucius’ shirt and cloaks off.

Taking a step back, Remus placed the tip of his wand against Lucius, just under his right collarbone, and murmured, “Infindo*.” The effect was immediate, with Malfoy’s skin slicing open, and the blonde man cried out. Dragging his wand across Malfoy’s chest, Lupin cut a trail into the other man’s body, the scarlet blood starting to flow down smooth alabaster skin.

“Y-you arsehole…you wretched, pathetic beast…the Dark Lord will--” shuddered Lucius as he reeled from the pain, when a sharp chuckle made him look into vindictive amber eyes.

“That useless halfblood? Please,” sneered Remus. “Do you honestly think he could be arsed about anything that happens to you? He’s fooled you and Bellatrix and all your fellow sycophants for so long into believing that he gives a fuck about your precious pureblood world, when all he wants is petty revenge. And after tonight, he won’t want you around, nor will anyone else.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” gasped Lucius.

“I spent over a year in Grimmauld Place, Malfoy,” explained the werewolf. “I know exactly how the Black family, including Bellatrix, felt about anyone or anything that wasn’t pure, because Sirius’ mother took great pains to let the world know, on an almost constant basis, from her portrait. Which means I know quite well how your wife will react to you after today, as well as your fellow Death Eaters,” he grinned maliciously.

Blinking in confusion, Lucius looked at Remus, who had clinically run a finger through the blood streaming down his chest, then brought it to his lips, lapping at the crimson fliud. “I…you…what?” he asked, the pain from his wound clouding his mind.

As he took his wand and once again cut into the Death Eater, Lupin smirked, “Do you really think the only reason I brought you into this alley was to rape your body, Malfoy? That would be too easy,” he jeered as the Slytherin howled in pain. “I’m going to go several steps further, and rape your entire life. By the time I’m finished, your wife and son will abandon you, because neither of them would want to be near a…what were your words again? A ‘pathetic beast’, was it? And your fellow purebloods wouldn’t want to be tainted by you. But I’m sure your precious Dark Lord would love to keep you in chains for the full moon, and use you as an attack dog. Unless, of course, he just hands Walden Macnair an axe and lets him finish you off.”

A flash of insight, and Lucius finally realized what Remus’ real motives were, which he had misread earlier.

Lupin was going to bite him. Change him.

“Ah…I see it finally hit you what your ultimate fate will be,” smirked the wolf. “Yes, Lucius, you will be like me—hated, shunned, and cursed, but this time, it will be openly, because no one ever fully trusts a werewolf. You can console yourself in that you have your wealth, and your Manor, but in the end, it will all be nothing more than a gilded cage,” he laughed. “Your life as you knew it, Death Eater, is now over.”

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“Is it finished, then?” asked the other wizard. “Sirius is avenged?”

Turning to the voice addressing him, Remus nodded. “Yes. It’s done. And things on your end?”

“Taken care of,” answered his companion. “As far as anyone would know, you were in the Leaky Cauldron all night with me, where we shared dinner and a few butterbeers. At least that’s what Tom believes now,” smiled the speaker. “He would vouch for us with the Order if asked, I’m sure.”

“Good. I’d hate to leave a trail. What do we do with him?” sneered Lupin as he looked at his handiwork. Lucius was on the ground, unconscious in a pool of his own blood, a deep bite wound in his shoulder and various gashes and bruises marring his skin. The Death Eater had attempted to fight off his assailant, but blood loss and the sheer difference in strength was too much.

Remus licked his lips at the memory. It had felt good to inflict pain on the pillock. It felt good to make Malfoy scream as he was raped, his suffering and the scent of his blood only increasing the wolf’s arousal. He thought of their final exchange, just before Lupin bit Lucius.

“You sick mincer…you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” seethed Malfoy, his entire world reduced to the agony he was enduring.

“Don’t flatter yourself, you bastard,” laughed Remus as he roughly pushed into the weakened man beneath him. “My cock isn’t hard for you. It’s hard because I know that I am the cause of your eventual downfall, and because finally seeing you break will be the highlight of my life.” Just as his climax hit a few thrusts later, Lupin let a bit of the wolf out, his teeth elongating to fangs, and he sank them into the smooth flesh, the ruby liquid flooding his mouth enhancing his orgasm as once again, Lucius cried out in pain.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, Lupin looked back at his friend. “He’s already been changed and obliviated, his memory altered to believe that he was attacked by a random werewolf. We just have to decide what to do with his body.”

“Do we know where Malfoy Manor is?” Remus’ cohort wondered.

“Yes. It’s in Wiltshire, near Salisbury Plain and Stonehenge, though I don’t know the exact location,” replied the wolf. “Then just send him there, as close as possible to his home,” responded the other. “He can find his way from there, I’m sure. The only question is if he will want to,” grinned the wizard.

Nodding, Lupin went back to the out cold form of Lucius Malfoy and found the two halves of the other man’s wand, putting them in the Death Eater’s hands, and with a swish and a flick, and a muttered incantation, the body disappeared from view. Another series of spells and the blood, semen and saliva all over the alley were cleaned up, the shackles destroyed, and all evidence of what had taken place removed.

Walking back to his companion, Remus held a hand out, pulling the other wizard into his arms. “It’s time to go home now. Shall we?” A quick nod in agreement, and Lupin held his wand up to apparate the pair back to Grimmauld Place.

Just before they disappeared, a vivid pair of emeralds looked up into amber. “Oh, and Remus? Thank you. For doing this, I mean.”

Smiling, the wolf responded, “Believe me, Harry— the pleasure was all mine.”

~~fin~~

*--“infindo” means “to cut into” in Latin. It made sense as a blade charm to cut into someone’s skin.