A/N: The second chapter! I hope all of you liked it! I'm still in the trying out phase of this whole drama/angst genre; me being an eternal fluff/romance writer. :3

The next chappie might take awhile because I have to go on writing hiatus. So apology in advance for a will-be late update! D:


MOST PRECIOUS TREASURE

Chapter 2

Sirius tip-toed out of his four-poster bed that night. It was time. He still couldn't believe that he would be selling himself for this. He wouldn't have minded if the service he was supposed to give was doing anything other than giving a sexual favour. His gut churned unpleasantly with the thought. He was supposed to only be with Remus. He'd managed to have his first kiss and everything that followed after to be with Remus. Despite the fact that girls adore him, Sirius had never given them a second glance; for all of his attention was taken away by his beautiful brown-haired friend.

But that was all they were; friends.

Pain laced his heart, for what he was about to do was the last thing he would've done. He couldn't just give himself like...like some whore to Lucius, can he? His heart was Remus', and so was his body. What if Remus wouldn't want him anymore after he found out?

You don't deserve him in the first place, Sirius. Once you sold yourself to that bastard, you're not worth it for him anymore.

Heat stung his eyes and to his utter horror, he could feel tears running down his cheeks. He does not cry, Sirius simply does not cry. He did not cry every time his mother sent him howlers after howlers since he was eleven, he did not cry when he was locked away in the basement of his house for hours on end whenever he decided to go against his parents' words, and he still didn't cry when he was disowned with no home to return to until the Potters took him and treat him like their own.

What about that time after the incident with Snape? You cried then. His mind supplied.

But of course, it was Remus. He knew that with Remus, everything had a different answer. Remus was special and unique for he was the only one who was able to bring Sirius out of his shell, look at his imperfections in the eye and accept them as a beautiful part of Sirius. He was the only presence in which Sirius felt comfortable to drop his guards and defenses. He was a safe haven.

And now I'm going to keep him safe.

He hardened his resolve and was about to sneak out of the door when his gaze fell upon the sleeping form of his love. Remus' curtain was partially opened due to the werewolf's ability to withstand cold better than his other three friends. He was sleeping peacefully on his back, arms spread out with his head facing the side. He was breathtaking.

Sirius stepped closer and stood for awhile, staring at the other's features before silently bending down and laid a soft, chaste kiss on Remus' forehead. Knowing that he wouldn't be heard, he whispered the sacred three words, followed by an apology.

I love you. I'm sorry.

Unbeknownst to the ebony-haired boy who stepped out of the dorm room, a pair of golden eyes fluttered open following his words.


"So, you decided to come then."

Lucius came out of the shadow as soon as Sirius stepped his foot on the top of the Astronomy tower; their agreed meeting place. More like forced, thought Sirius scornfully.

"I would do anything to keep Remus safe. You're a bastard for doing this, Lucius. I hope you rot in deepest, darkest hell," spat out Sirius.

"I suppose we won't know that until I'm dead, won't we? And I can assure, it'll be a long time until that happens," answered Lucius with the same air of arrogance as always.

"Now, why don't we get to the point already?"

Sirius snarled as a reply. Like hell he was going to do this without a fight. He was so tempted to take out his wand and blast the other boy with some of the worse hexes he could think of but the consequences would end up worse on Remus than himself.

"Well? I'm not gonna be here all night, Black. You better start doing as told. Now, take off your clothes already," ordered Lucius.

I can't do this. If I...If I back out now, surely Remus would understand...

He would. But what would happen to him afterwards? His mind supplied.

Surely there must be something I could do. I'll protect him.

You? A disowned Black child? Someone who's technically homeless? You have no power, nothing that would be of use to Remus.

Sirius felt defeated. It was the harsh truth; he was someone with no power, no money or anything else even remotely valuable or helpful to help Remus if word about his condition got out.

At least I still have my body to whore out, thought Sirius bitterly.

Slowly with anger in his eyes, Sirius started to shed his robes. He wouldn't give the other the satisfaction of seeing his pain. He would fight; make the experience as horrible as possible for the revolting Slytherin boy. Before Sirius was finished unbuttoning his white shirt, he was surprised to see a pale hand snatching his away from the task and a finger roughly lifted his chin before his lips were captured by those of Lucius'. It took Sirius awhile to register what had happened –so great was his shock– but he quickly reacted by biting the lips and tongue that tried to slip into his mouth hard enough to bleed.

Lucius pulled away from him with a curse.

"Fuck! What's your problem, Black? I was just trying to make the experience for your benefit, you an ungrateful son of a bitch!"

Sirius let loose a mocking smirk before commenting, "You got that one right. She was a bitch, wasn't she?"

Lucius gave him an impassive look before striking the ebony-haired boy harshly across his cheek; the blow was strong enough to cause Sirius to lose his footing and fell onto the floor. Wiping the blood from his bruised lips, Sirius looked back up at the steaming teen standing in front of him with a smirk of utter defiance.

"If you think I'm going down without a fight, you're sorely mistaken, nancy-boy."

"Why you –"

Lucius descended upon the other boy, pinning the Quidditch-toned body under his with a snarl. He trapped Sirius' movement with the weight of his own and whispered into the ears in front of him, "If you decided to be a bad boy, Black, you're going to get it, so you better listen to me. Or would you like me to cause pain to that boyfriend of yours?"

"Don't you dare bring Remus into this, you coward!"

"Then you better start listening to me, don't you?"

The blond-haired boy seemed to realise it when the fight left Sirius, for he swooped down onto the body under his with daring licks and bites. He ripped off the few remaining buttons of Sirius' shirt before promptly shoving his hands down the front of the still-boy's pants. Sirius was flaccid. This surprised the conceited teen for he was known for his ability to bring his partner to their knees with pleasure with a mere kiss or a lick of his tongue at the right place.

Suddenly feeling determined to prove himself, he shifted and moved about to rid Sirius and him from their clothes. He slipped off the other male's slacks and he couldn't deny the surge of lust that went through him at the first view he'd had of the beautiful, Black boy. Sirius was attractive and no one would or could deny that; he was all lean with soft, ivory skin, his ebony locks complimented his skin perfectly and Lucius was sometimes jealous of how the other could turn people's head without trying.

When he found out about the two Marauders' dirty little secret, he didn't wait long to use the opportunity to have a taste of the brave Gryffindor's body and at the same time humiliate him to the point of no return. His original plan was to simply use Sirius and left him just like that; but after some considering, Lucius had decided that by making the other boy enjoy his advances, it would create even bigger humiliation to the other boy and his plan to teach the disowned boy his place would be even sweeter.

Sirius stayed still and silent, unresponsive to the other male's attempt at making him react. He'd been so disgusted at the whole notion and knew that his body wouldn't betray him. He knew it would be hard to stop himself from feeling the pleasure that he was sure the other male could bring forward, but he also knew that he loved Remus with all his might and the unwelcome foreign touches were easily swept under the wave of revulsion.

He emptied out his thoughts, silenced all his fears and feelings; focusing on the fact that what he was doing was for the benefit of Remus; his beautiful Remy.

I love you, Remy.

But when it came to it, Sirius found himself struggling away from the other male; fighting him off. He couldn't do it. But he found himself over-powered and it was with his greatest surprise that he suddenly found Lucius flung away from his struggling form. His eyes opened to the form of his best friend.

"Re-Remus?"

Remus' angry face that was filled with pure hatred and disgust at the boy he'd punched turned towards him and it quickly softened into a concerned expression. Remus kneeled in front of him and placed his own robe around Sirius' body to cover him up. Sirius had never realised just how cold he felt until his body was suddenly within the warm cocoon of the cloth that smelled familiarly like Remus.

"Sirius, are you okay? He didn't do…did he?"

Sirius put a small smile onto his face and shook his head, "He didn't do anything that would do any lasting damage."

Remus' eyes widened, "Any lasting…let me kill him."

The expression on the werewolf's face turned dark; a predatory air surrounding him as he stated those four words. It didn't look like Remus was half-hearted in his statement for he started advancing towards the writhing blond and pointed his wand towards Lucius.

Sirius was quick to snap into action, circling his arms around Remus' torso and arms from behind and effectively stopping his movement. Remus struggled against him for a few seconds even though he realised that his friend would never let him do something he might regret later.

"Sirius, you should let me kill him."

Sirius shook his head and replied in a stern but soothing tone, "No, Remus. He's not worth it. You shouldn't risk getting in trouble for someone like him. Nothing really did happen. Don't worry yourself over it."

Remus turned to look at his fellow Marauder, only to find himself blushing at the realisation of Sirius' state of undress. The taller boy, realising the cause of Remus' discomfort was quick to snatch his shirt and cover himself appropriately. He found himself quickly apologising while attempting to put on his clothes and robe once more.

He expected scolding, angry words, soothing words, anything by that time. He didn't expect what happened.

Remus hugged his form from behind; the body heat from the other teen was such a sudden change from his cold temperature that he couldn't help but release a shiver. It was unbelievably comfortable to be kept inside the cocoon of Remus' arms and Sirius found himself unconsciously leaning back against the reassuring presence standing behind him. With Remus standing so close, the event that occurred just few minutes ago felt like history.

"Sirius, what happened?"

The ebony-haired boy knew he couldn't escape from answering the question that would no doubt come sooner or later. Remus could feel the body in his arms going somewhat slack at the other's sigh. Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but he found his breathing growing harsher and shallower; preventing him from finding his voice. The werewolf knows a sign of trauma when he was faced with one and right at that moment, Sirius was displaying the first dire signs; hyperventilation.

With soothing voice, he calmed the trembling male; his arms rubbing Sirius' spine gently after maneuvering their position and placing Sirius on his lap with him sitting on the stone, hard floor of the tower. Even though almost all of his attention was used to take care of the silently distressed teen on his lap; Remus never failed to pay the minimum amount of attention to the slumped figure of the loathsome excuse of a man few feet away.

When Remus could feel his friend calming down and taking in deeper breaths, he allowed his own body to relax.

"You feeling better now?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Remus. And- I'm sorry to bother you," whispered Sirius in reply.

Remus placed the other boy arm's length away without releasing him and placed a scowl on his face.

"I can't believe you still feel this way after being best friends for years, Padfoot. You should know by now that I would never let anything bad happen to you, just like how you've always been there for me," Remus stated; hurt creeping into his words unintentionally.

Sirius quickly looked back up, apology ready on his lips but all of the words died in his throat when he saw Remus' gentle smile. The brown-haired boy seemed to understand that Sirius didn't mean to hurt him with his words and a great relief seeped into the tired teen's bones. He was simply exhausted from everything that had happened that night and all he wanted to do now was to curl in on his soft dormitory bed with Remus.

I can't do that either, because then Prongs would get suspicious.

Strengthening himself, Sirius started to straighten himself up. Smiling more confidently than he felt, Sirius started to stand up and felt all the blood rushing to his head from his sudden movement, causing him to sway and lose his balance. He was extremely grateful for the strong grip that Remus had to stable him. After flicking his wand one more time in Lucius' direction with whispers of "Silencio" and "Petrificus Totalus," Remus half carried Sirius away and down from the Astronomy tower.

They silently made their way back into the Gryffindor common room and breathed simultaneous sighs of relief at finding it empty. They weren't in any mood to answer any question or face anyone else. Sirius also knew that other people might very well come to the wrong conclusion for that night and ended up discovering the secret that they've been trying to hide for months now.

They got into their dorm room without waking James and Peter, but considering that the pair of them always sleep like the dead, it wasn't a hard task. With gentle care, Remus helped Sirius entered the bathroom and set the warm bath for him. When he finished, he found Sirius sitting on the floor next to the shower.

"Do you need any help, Padfoot?"

Sirius shook a small 'no' before smiling and thanking him.

"Alright. I'll be back to tidy up the mess in the tower...Sirius, do you want me to bring him to Dumbledore now?"

Sirius had gone stiff at his words but wordlessly nodded and just before Remus stepped out of the bathroom, he could hear Sirius whispered, "I'll talk to him when I finished here, Moony."

"Alright. I'll be back soon. Call me if you need anything in about five minutes," replied Remus before stepping out and closing the door behind him.

Sirius slowly undressed and carefully stepped into the lightly scented water bath that Remus set up. He leaned exhaustedly against the bath wall and leaned his head up to stare at the white ceiling and processed his jumbling thoughts.

He was thankful that Remus had managed to save him, but he couldn't help but be worried about the consequences. Hoping that Dumbledore would sort it out, he let out a long sigh into the air. There was one thing that he was extremely grateful for and it would be the fact that Remus hasn't questioned him further about it when he'd failed to answer him the first time.

If Remus found out about Sirius' feelings, there was a big chance that the other boy wouldn't return his feelings and would avoid him instead. He couldn't live if that happened, he needed Remus too much. He would need another explanation for the reason as to why he listened to Lucius' words.

Closing his eyes, Sirius let his thoughts drifted and before long, he'd drifted off into an exhausted slumber.

TBC


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