Disclaimer:

I do not own anything or anyone related to Harry Potter. I've written J.K. Rowling and asked her if I can adopt them, but she hasn't written me back yet, so I'm guessing the answer is no...

Warnings: Once again, this fic has RAPE and TORTURE in it!! If you don't like that stuff you are DEFINITELY lost, because not only have I posted SEVERAL warnings, but it's freaking CHAPTER THREE!! (If you want a story and not just mindless torture, my other fic, A Failure to Communicate, is waiting for you. And yes, I'm self-pimping, but I'm proud of that fic!)

3.

With a sickening crack, Remus' head whipped back and hit the stone wall behind him. His left eye felt like it was going to explode, and his cheek was burning where Lucius' hand had struck him.

"Come on, pet," Lucius purred. "This really will be much easier for you if you talk."

"Fuck off," Remus spat and shifted his weight. He was kneeling with his hands tied behind his back. The stone cut into his knees painfully and he was having trouble staying upright. Lucius' blows had made him dizzy.

Lucius grabbed a handful of Remus' hair and bent his head backward, forcing him to look up into the Death Eater's cruelly delighted face. "The McKinnons have dropped off the face of the Earth. They've gone into hiding. How did they know we were after them?"

Remus honestly didn't know the answer to that question, and he wasn't sure whether this frightened or comforted him. On one hand, he knew that no matter what they did to him, he wouldn't give up anything important because he really didn't know anything important. On the other, if (or when) they broke him, if they ever took him to that place where he didn't care what happened as long as he wasn't hurt anymore... there would be nothing he could do, nothing he could tell them, to make them stop, and there was a rather small, selfish part of him that was absolutely terrified by that fact.

But at that moment they had yet to break him, and he said nothing.

Lucius' eyes narrowed and the right corner of his mouth curved up in a smug-looking sneer. With the fingers of his free hand, he traced Remus' mouth. The feather-light touch made Remus twitch. He remembered the "muzzle" Lucius had made him wear, remembered the collar and the leash, and his heart rate picked up. Lucius' sneer turned into a full smile, wicked and sharp, and Remus couldn't quite stop himself from trying to pull away.

"Let's take a break from interrogation," Lucius sighed, and he knelt in front of him so they were face to face. He moved his free hand out of Remus' sight. The hard hand in his hair kept his head back, face pointed towards the ceiling. Remus gasped and tried to jerk away as he felt those feather-light fingers on his cock, sending humiliating waves of pleasure up and down his spine. Lucius rolled his balls in his fingers before sliding his hand down to rub his thumb over the head. Remus gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to will his cock to remain soft, but he couldn't help it. Lucius wrapped his fingers around Remus' cock and pulled, chuckling when the cock grew hard.

Remus moaned and Lucius said, "You're such a whore, Lupin. You can get off on anything, can't you?"

All Remus could do was gasp as Lucius continued to jerk him off. He started to tremble and Lucius picked up the pace, bringing him closer to orgasm. Then he was on the brink, an instant away from coming and Lucius hand disappeared. It was replaced by something cold, and constricting...

"No coming yet, pet," Lucius said. "I'm not done playing with you yet. This pretty little ring will keep you hard for me."

Remus moaned petulantly, both out of frustration and humiliation. Lucius had gotten him hard? How fucked up was that? But he couldn't deny the fact that he was hard; his cock was straining and he bit back another moan. He wanted to come. There was a desperation in the forefront of his mind, he needed to come.

Lucius stood and yanked on his hair, pulling him savagely forward and he fell on his face, unable to catch himself. His hard cock was trapped beneath him and he gasped, trying to regain the breath that had been knocked out of him. He was now lying on his stomach at Lucius' feet with his hands bound behind his back. His vulnerability terrified him, but didn't surprise him. He'd been nothing but vulnerable for quite some time now.

He had his face turned to the right, and Lucius moved to the left, out of his sight. There was a rustle of fabric, a few footsteps, and then Remus felt hands on the backs of his thighs, fingers digging into the tender flesh cruelly, as Lucius spread his legs and knelt between them. His cock twitched and he groaned, completely mortified.

"Such a greedy little whore," Lucius purred as he ran his hands up Remus' thighs and over his ass to grip his hips. "You just can't wait for my cock, can't you?"

Remus swallowed the bile rising in his throat as Lucius laid down on top of him. When Lucius ground his hips down, making sure that Remus felt his rock-hard cock, Remus couldn't help but whimper softly, though whether it was whimper of dread or of need, Remus wasn't sure. His cock was still painfully hard and the need to come was almost as strong as his fear. Lucius chuckled in his ear and said quietly, "I'm sick of all this Order talk. Why don't we talk about something else?"

He ground his hips into Remus' ass again, and in a desperate attempt to distract him, Remus gasped, "Like what?"

"Like..." Lucius paused contemplatively. "Why are you queer? Why do you like to fuck men?"

"Why do you?" Remus spat.

Lucius once again took a handful of Remus' hair and pulled his head back and an uncomfortable angle. "I don't," he said. "I just like to play rough, and Narcissa is... well... delicate. But you? I can do whatever I want with you. It really doesn't matter if I hurt you, now does it?"

Remus' head fell forward when Lucius released his hair and suddenly the hard heat on top of him disappeared. Remus heard the sounds of a belt and fly being undone and he squeezed his eyes shut and tried desperately to control his breathing. He felt fingers slip into his crack and play with his hole. His hips jerked of their own accord, his hard cock aching and twitching. The fingers slid down his crack to stroke his perineum before pinching that tender flesh cruelly.

"No," Remus cried through gritted teeth. At that moment his mind over powered his cock and he didn't care if he came or not, he did not want Lucius to fuck him again. He wriggled, trying to roll away, but Lucius' hands clamped down on his hips and held him still. Then the fingers were back, spreading him this time, and he felt the hot, hard head of Lucius' cock nudging his entrance.

With one savage thrust, Lucius entered him. Remus felt something tear, his muscles cramped up against the intrusion, and he cried out in pain, his hard cock momentarily forgotten.

"So tight," Lucius moaned and rested his forehead between Remus' shoulder blades, ignoring his gasps of pain. "If I didn't know any better I'd say it was your first time." He pulled back nearly all the way out before slamming back in and pausing again. "Didn't Black ever fuck you?" he asked breathlessly.

"Yes," Remus whimpered. It didn't matter if he told Lucius that, did it? Besides, if he didn't make Lucius angry, maybe it wouldn't be so bad-

"Did you like it?" Lucius asked as the thrust again.

"Yes," Remus sobbed. He wanted Sirius' hands on him- not Lucius'. He wanted to hear Sirius' moans, to see the way his face opened up. He didn't want to be raped, he wanted to make love. He wanted to be with Sirius so badly that the ache of it was enough to challenge the sharp pain that raced up his spine every time Lucius entered him.

Lucius set a punishing pace, his thrusts clearly designed to hurt and punish, and Remus squeezed his eyes shut as the first tears slid down his cheeks. He felt Lucius' tongue on his face, lapping up the tears and he cringed, trying to jerk away. But Lucius simply took hold of his hair again, and held him still. Lucius' hot, stinking breath on his face was almost as bad as the cock up his ass. As Lucius thrust, Remus' still-hard cock rubbed against the stone floor, and Remus was torn between wanting more friction, and wanting to pull his tender flesh away from the rough surface.

Lucius' orgasm drew nearer and his thrusts lost their rhythm, dissolving into mindless rutting, and Remus felt a sharp pain on his neck. Lucius had bitten him in the juncture where his shoulder and neck joined and was now lapping up the blood. Suddenly, with a loud, obscene moan, Lucius came and collapsed on top of Remus. Remus moaned and rocked his hips slightly, trying to relieve his ever-insistent erection. Lucius chuckled breathlessly in his ear and pushed himself up off of Remus to turn him over. "Liked that, didn't you?" he said softly, his hand curling around Remus' cock.

"No, you son of a bitch," Remus snarled and sobbed.

"If feels like you did," Lucius said, raising an eyebrow and pulled.

Remus moaned and his hips bucked up into Lucius' hand. Lucius continued to stroke him, and Remus' excitement grew to a painful level. No matter how long Lucius jerked him off, no matter how badly he wanted to, he couldn't come. That damn ring wouldn't let him.

"Don't try to deny it, pet. You're hard for me."

"No," Remus sobbed again, because he wasn't hard for Lucius and he sure as hell didn't enjoy this, but his cock didn't care about his pride.

"No?" Lucius asked, his hand slowing.

"No," Remus repeated, even as his back arched, trying to get more friction on his cock.

"Fine then," Lucius said. He withdrew his hand, stood, did up his pants, and walked out of the room, leaving Remus bleeding and hard on the floor.

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