Title: Jaded Amber 3/9
Pairing(s):Lucius/Remus
Word Count: 32,705
Rating: NC-17
Language: British English
Warning(s):Prostitution, OC Character death, hurt/comfort, dubious-con, switching, . Er... there's a six year age difference between Remus and Lucius (courtesy of HP Lexicon)

**See chapter 1 for full Disclaimer and Author Notes**
Summary: Lucius never would have thought that such an impulsive act of rebellion – spurred by Rabastan, of all people – would change his life so profoundly. Remus never would have thought that accepting one unlikely client would have such a profound effect on his outlook.

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Jaded Amber 3

Remus ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He'd taken a cold shower earlier, the heat finally getting to him. Lucius' owl had taken him by surprise earlier, the request wasn't so unwanted either. He felt like he could jump out of his skin at anytime. His wolf was pacing inside, he could feel him. An evening in bed could have calmed him down. He shook his head. It was far too dangerous to think like that. Lucius Malfoy was a very influential man, even if he didn't see himself that way yet. One word to his father, one word to anyone about him could have him ostracised even worse than he already was.

"Remy?" He looked up at his aunt, Sarah Lupin. "I'm driving down into town for the festival. Are you sure you don't want to come?"

He knew she meant well, but right now, his wolf was likely to tear the head off any man, woman, or child that touched him. A large crowd was not a good idea. He shook his head and smiled, though it came out as more of a grimace. Her fingers tapped the wood of his bedroom door. He wanted to break them off. Shutting his eyes, he buried his head in his pillow. "Have fun, Aunt Sarah."

She sighed. "I'll try, love, but I doubt I will without you."

He laughed. "You want to stay here with me right now?"

She laughed herself. "Good point. I'll see you later."

He smiled properly this time. "I won't wait up." He rolled his eyes at her waggling eyebrows and dropped his head back down to his pillow. He heard the front door shut and even heard her start up her car before driving away. He groaned. He was an absolute beast all day. He didn't blame her for wanting to get away.

Remus frowned. Someone was banging on the door. Did Aunt Sarah come back? He didn't understand. If she forgot her key, she had her wand. He walked down the stairs quickly and opened the door.

Freezing, Remus felt his blood run cold. The heat that had surrounded him all day was gone. "You turn me down at the same time every month. Why?"

A very angry Lucius Malfoy was standing on his doorstep. He was able to look straight across at him. Remus looked down. No boots. A low level of heat began to circle and stir in the pit of his stomach. His wolf was rising. Oh God. Why was this happening? "You keep track?" He was confused. That wasn't what he was supposed to say. Why had he said that? Say, go away! "Why are you here?" What? No!

Lucius' eyes were flinty. "I noticed a pattern. Why?" he said relentlessly, with more edge. He hadn't really realised until Dobby had popped in again with the coordinates, his hands twisting and his eyes straying to the moon outside before he popped out again. Lucius had looked outside once more, wondering about it, until he'd realised that, at the same time a month earlier, he'd got the same response. The nineteenth. He didn't know what was so significant. He would find out, though.

Remus crossed his arms. "It's my time off."

It didn't look like Lucius believed him. "You take time off?"

Tough. "Wouldn't you?" he said bitterly.

Lucius cocked an eyebrow. "I wouldn't know."

"Then don't assume."

"How do you feel about paid leave?"

The man just didn't give up. Remus could feel his wolf snarling inside. "I politely decline."

Lucius narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

Throwing his hands up in the air, Remus said, irritated, "Because I don't want to."

Lucius narrowed his eyes at the younger man. "You work for me! The money-"

A look of indignant disbelief crossed Remus' face at Lucius' words. "Fuck you! I don't want your money."

"I believe your choice of career says otherwise," Lucius replied silkily.

Having enough, Remus decided it was time for Lucius to leave. "Don't you have a fiancée to see about? Or is that what this is about?" He'd hit him hard, he could tell from the way the blond straightened his stance.

Then, inexplicably, he looked amused. "You're trying to get rid of me."

"How astute of you. I'm glad you noticed." Remus made to shut the door. Unable to cross the wards, Lucius had no choice but to let it close. "Go home, Lucius, you don't need to be here."

Lucius was angry. He apparated back to the co ordinates Dobby had given him, standing behind a rather large bush – probably what Dobby had used to hide behind. He stood there seething, until he realised what he was doing. He would not beg. He was a Malfoy. Malfoy's were sought after, not the other way around. The voice in his mind sounded suspiciously like his father. Raising his wand, Lucius prepared to apparate hearing the familiar crack and frowning when he realised he hadn't moved. He looked down. No, I'm still here, he thought to himself. He peered around the bush, feeling curious and ridiculous at the same time. He saw the back of a dark-haired man and glared. Time off... of course.

The front door opened, and though Remus' face was blocked, his arms were not as they wrapped themselves around the man in his doorway. When the man was accepted into the house, Lucius snarled, the squeeze of his apparition overcoming him before he had a chance to prepare for it.

Late afternoon the next day, once the meetings with his father were over, Lucius sat in the chair of his study staring out of his window at the manor gardens with a glass of brandy, telling himself that Malfoys did not feel jealous, or betrayed. They did not drink themselves into a stupor over prostitutes that would rather fuck everyone else but him. He told himself that, as he stood and picked up his cloak the second time – the first time he'd dropped it through numb fingers. He told himself that, even, while standing on the hill overlooking Sarah Lupin's cottage. The sun was low and the breeze was a little biting, despite it being August. There was a group of people in a large vehicle outside calling and cheering for Sarah to hurry up. She ran outside waving to her nephew and got in, still waving as they drove away. Lucius' eyes zeroed in on the young man waving at the front door. They positively slit when he saw a man walk out moments later, giving Remus a longer than needed hug and apparating away.

In his inebriation, he saw red and knew he needed to say something immediately. Young, eighteen year old teenagers did not treat a Malfoy this way and get away with it. Not in his lifetime. He'd punish Dobby good and proper when he got home, too. The elf had given him the co ordinates of the large bush he'd been hiding behind to find Remus when Lucius had asked him. Stupid elf. In his current state, he'd conveniently forgotten he'd stood not a yard away from the front door just the night before.

He walked a few steps, realised he couldn't walk straight anymore and apparated to the door. Should have thought of that before.

Remus probably heard the apparition crack, because he came to the door smiling. "Did you leave something Pad..."

Lucius leaned heavily on the stone doorframe. "No. I didn't."

There was anger in Remus' eyes when he saw him, and Lucius refused to admit to the negative effect that had on him.

Remus glared at him. "You have to leave."

Lucius laughed, his head hanging down for a moment. When he raised his head, he felt a little dizzy. "Do I?" he asked amused.

Remus shut his eyes, irritated. He'd become irritated with this man often these past few days. He was glad he'd taken the Wolfsbane Potion that Sirius had presented him with the night before. He'd opted to stay over, since he had nowhere else to be and, honestly, he had managed to take Remus' mind off the itching sensation under his skin, but he couldn't stay for his change. Remus wouldn't allow it. The month before, he'd run alone in the peace of the forest and he'd felt alive. He didn't understand it. The forest was completely devoid of anything remotely magical, but his wolf had adored the peace and the chance to run. The pacing it was doing inside was probably anxiety to be free and out there again. After years of being in the Shrieking Shack, Remus didn't blame it.

Thinking rationally, he took in Lucius inebriated state and shook his head. He would regret this, he knew it, but, he couldn't let the blond apparate like that. He'd splinch himself for sure. He let Lucius in through the wards and led him into the kitchen to get to the only working floo his aunt had. Lucius was following, slowly, as he kept getting distracted by things, much like Sirius' cousin Andromeda had when she'd accompanied him to Remus' home in Radcliff on Trent. It was odd how wizards stared at muggle things, and a little funny too. His Aunt Sarah was a muggleborn like his father, so her home had a few muggle items. In the kitchen, she always said having to keep track of spells to chop, mince, and fry were too time consuming and tiresome. She preferred to do it herself. Right now, Lucius was staring at her blender. Remus didn't laugh. Honestly. Lucius turned his head, glaring at him and straightened, before he noticed the empty phial on the counter.

Remus hastened to explain before Lucius could ask questions. "I've been feeling a bit off-colour, this potion is the only thing that helps."

Lucius' eyes were surveying him carefully, so out of sync with his current state, but they were observant. "You look pale." He began undoing his robe and pushed it back off his shoulders.

Remus had enough of this. "You look like you need to go home."

Lucius shook his head. His hair moved like water around his shoulders. Remus noticed it had got even longer since he'd last seen him. "I just came from home," he pointed out. He dropped his robe on the table.

The irritation was rising again, just like the moon outside. He could feel the pull in his bones and his wolf wanted to know what the hell was holding him back. As if on cue, the holdback gave him a shove. He landed against the wall, taken by surprise and became very angry. He longed for his wolf to be at peace. Lucius had to leave.

"What does that mean?" he heard and tuned back into what Lucius was saying.

"What?" It came out angry and Lucius looked at him as if he didn't understand why he was so angry, but then the blond's eyes returned to the wall beside him. Remus looked over his shoulder to the wall and froze all over again.

His aunt, trying to be helpful and supportive, had gone and purchased a large 1978 calendar and stuck it up on the wall. There was a smaller one on the fridge, but she was trying to prove a point. Sirius had laughed when he'd seen it last night, but Remus had smiled. His aunt was great. Not so much right now, though, because Lucius was looking at it curiously and taking in the big title written in permanent ink. 'Remus' Lunar Calendar of 1978'

"Lucius, get out."

The drunk man fastened his eyes on him, his blue eyes confused but clearing fast to be replaced with anger. "No." He shoved him again. "You don't get to turn me down. Not anymore."

Remus didn't have time for this. His wolf wanted out and Remus' eyes kept straying to the strip of moonlight on the table over his potion. When the blond leaned into him, inserting his knee between his legs he could feel his wolf react to him. He could feel a feral burst of energy snap at him, levelling his control. His wolf, though close to the surface, couldn't break free, since he was still inside and out of the moon's rays, but its needs were still there and, as he hardened, they overwhelmed him. A growl escaped him, far too inhuman to not scare Lucius. The wizard backed up a step, but not far enough. "I told you to leave. You never listen." He grabbed the blond and spun him around, roughly snatching at his arms and fastening them over his head.

Lucius tried to move his legs, but they were stuck in place as well. There was a knee between them, spreading them. He was held in place by Remus' body alone. How is he this strong? He could feel the heat behind him. The man had said he was sick. Was this the potion's doing? Lucius struggled in Remus' hands, but he was still unable to free himself. "You wanted to know why I turn you down every month, then here." Remus pushed him harder into the wall next to the refrigerator. It hummed quietly next to him while heavy panting reigned in his other ear. Remus placed one of Lucius' hands on the lunar calendar. There were childlike drawings all over it of dogs and stars and crescent moons. "Do you see?"

Something was wrong with Remus' voice. It was deeper, gruffer. Something was wrong here. "See what?" he asked softly, his voice – and certainly his whole being – not so drunk anymore.

A huff escaped Remus through his nose. "You're not a stupid man, Lucius." Remus slammed his hand palm flat against the wall onto the glossy paper of the calendar again, amused when Lucius jumped. "Look."

So Lucius looked. The entire year had been marked with appointments. There were red circles in every month throughout the year, half circles two weeks before and after each one, outlined over the numbers in blue and green. A legend at the bottom was titled as, 'Remy's time of the month', inside of a thin black-lined box. There was that phrase again. Was this some inside joke? Inside the legend box, three things were listed, the blue and green half circles and red full circles. Where the blue and green half circles were labelled as waxing and waning moons, in brackets the words cranky and depressed were written. The red full circles meant full moon. He checked again, no birthdays were outlined or any public holidays. Why would anyone make a calendar based solely around the moon? In the calendar, June and July twentieth were circled in red. The nineteenth of those months Remus had turned him down. Because the next day was the full moon. Whose life revolves around a full moon?

"No," he heard himself say before his mind even registered it. Remus slid a little to his left and Lucius felt the heat of his breath in his ear again, radiating through the hair that hung over it. In a very low voice, so close he could feel Remus' lips move against his ear, Remus gave him a very amused howl that tapered into quiet, amused laughter.

Like a switch in his mind, light shone on one of the red circles. The eighteenth of August. Tonight.

Werewolf.

"No." He shook his head in denial.

Remus was nuzzling his ear. "Oh, yes."

Lucius' lungs refused to take in air. He felt lightheaded. "You're a... Merlin. I've been..." He turned his face back into the wall and swallowed, resting his forehead against the wall and trying to breathe. "I think I'm going to be sick."

Remus' frame behind him went rigid. It shook with tension and the iron grip on his wrists tightened minutely, but enough to make Lucius go completely still. "Lucius, I think you should go." His voice was deep, the tone serious. Lucius hardly recognised it.

But he did, very much, agree with his statement. "I've been... and you didn't tell me."

A rough bark of a laugh startled him. "You really want to think about this? Now? With the way you're reacting?"

A hot and sharp burst of anger escaped Lucius, though he was till pinned to the wall. "My reaction is normal for a person who's just discovered I've been fucking a dog! You are the one who lied, who purposely hid this so that you could get paid." The grip on his wrists relinquished and he pushed Remus back to spin around. "Don't you dare lie to me and say you don't want my money. My father always told me the only way a werewolf could make money was on its back. I didn't know if I should believe him. It seemed plausible, since no one would want to hire a miscreant animal, but to sleep with one..." Lucius' mouth opened, his expression taking on one of disgust. "I never thought I'd see it in live action, much less participate."

The room was calm and silent, until Remus yelled something unintelligible and shoved Lucius into the wall much harder than Lucius had done to him. Breath escaping him, Lucius had little to no chance of escaping when the brunet forced him around and pinned him back in place to face the calendar. He could feel Remus' hot breath in his ear. As Lucius struggled, Remus crossed his wrists to hold them in one hand, this time. With the other, he reached down and began fiddling with the fastenings of Lucius' trousers. With his hand now inside, he grabbed Lucius' cock and began to pull on it roughly. With it happening so quickly, Lucius was rooted to the spot and horrified at the treatment all at once. He couldn't believe how strong the younger man had become. It was impossibly hard to move away or retaliate. Even worse was the fact that his body was responding. He shut his eyes tight and willed it away, even as his cock began to harden and continuously leak pre-come. As Remus angled his wrist, Lucius felt angry at how his hips moved involuntarily into his hand and back against the hard length he could feel through Remus' boxers.

The soft material was sliding against his skin and Lucius realised that with his thrusting, his trousers were falling. There was something cold, though, entering him and he couldn't tell where it was coming from. It felt like drinking a cold drink in the summer and feeling the coolness of it in his stomach as it spread out. This time, however, the sensation was in his arse, accompanied by a finger. He struggled even harder now, but the iron grip Remus had on him prevented him from moving. Another finger joined the first and scissored to stretch him open. He shook his head, his forehead resting against the wall. The small amount of air before him was hot with his panting breaths.

Lucius let out a silent cry when Remus entered him and another loud cry when he pushed forward more forcefully. It hurt. He couldn't believe how much it hurt. Remus held himself there, growling in his ear and Lucius wondered how much of this was him and how much was the wolf that was obviously near the surface now. Remus' free hand slid back around him, gripping hold of his cock once more and tugging on it. He waited so long to move, that by the time Remus began to thrust in and out, Lucius, involuntarily, began to thrust with him. He swallowed around a moan when a sudden sharp spike of pleasure ricocheted up his spine and spread as shockwaves through his body. They zigzagged their way through the now small, lulling waves of pain. He almost didn't hear him when Remus began to speak to him. "I knew you were a Malfoy before, that any lifestyle other than your own was looked upon with nothing other than derision." Another punishing thrust shoved him into the wall. He whimpered, the power of it jarred his hipbone again. He was sure to bruise. "But I didn't know that you shared the same mindset of ignorant idiots, whose thoughts and ideals date back to the fifteenth century." Remus held himself in place on the next thrust, pinning Lucius against the wall by his prostate. "Especially considering what you've been doing with this miscreant dog for the past few months." The heady sensation of pleasure as he came blocked Lucius from uttering a word, though the groan he let escape said it all. Remus pulled back, his words sinking in. Lucius felt as ashamed of them as he was of his actions.

"Well, let me tell you, Mr Malfoy, nothing-" The hard thrust in forced a gasp out of Lucius. The hand on his cock slowed, teasing him. He groaned as he felt it stiffening again "-you have said hasn't already been said to me before by strangers, peers and even myself. I've been told that I should be put down, poisoned and even killed. I've been lied to, I've been set up and I nearly killed someone when I was in school." The hand on his cock sped up, the over-sensitised skin reacting to every slide and tug of Remus' hand. His gasps became more frequent as the brunet consistently pounded into him. "You have no idea what I go through every day, you have no idea how I feel, or what I want." With a punishing blow to his prostate, Lucius came a second time, his arse tightening and spasming around the cock buried deep inside him again. Lucius felt warmth fill his arse as Remus climaxed after a few more thrusts. He collapsed against the bound man's back, unable to hold himself up any longer.

The only sound heard in the room for several minutes was heavy breathing, as the two men tried to catch their breath. The wall, so close to Lucius' face felt slippery where he'd been breathing heavily, his nose feeling wet as he was pressed against it. "Now, get the hell out, or I will make you." Remus pulled away, letting Lucius' arms go. They fell heavily against his side.

But Lucius couldn't move. He tried and failed, falling against the kitchen table in the centre. His eyes rested on the collapsed potion bottle there. He swallowed around the lump in his throat. Wolfsbane. He'd been so blind. So stupid. Remus growled, grabbing him at the waist and pulling him toward the floo. He ignored Lucius' shout to let him go, grabbed the pot of powder over the mantle and practically threw Lucius in with the white dust yelling out 'Malfoy Manor' as he did. As the green flames came up around him, Lucius could see the outline of Remus disappearing through the side door of the kitchen into the moonlight. A howl reached his ears as the kitchen in Edinstowe disappeared.

tbc