AN: Just a little reminder. This is not a happy story and Remus is not the same person as in the books, or fanon or anything else. He's impulsive, sadistic and mean. He is a Death Eater, and he acts like one.
Howl
Chapter 2 -
Remus Lupin chuckled to himself as he apparated back to Lord Voldemort's stronghold with his captive. It had been painfully easy to find the infamous Sirius Black. And even easier to capture him.
He had been 'graciously' allowed to accompany the humans on one of their (miserably debacled) attempts to capture Black. They'd tortured the muggle in charge of the motel where a source had told them a man matching Black's description had been seen. And they had found that, yes, Black had been staying there, but that he had left just that morning for parts unknown.
The humans had cast several apparition tracing and locating charms but all had come up blank. So they had given the thankless menial job of searching Blacks vacant room to the two most loathed members of the group. It never ceased to amuse him that Severus Snape was hated by at least as many of the humans as he was.
But Snape was still human himself and therefor Remus had been made to do all the manual work while Snape just supervised. Which was fine, because it gave Remus the opportunity to catch Black's scent. And, after finding nothing, they prepared to apparate back to the stronghold to report exactly how little they hadn't found.
But as they did a quick search of the surrounding area one last time Remus had caught a whiff of Black's scent coming from a new direction. Thankfully Snape hadn't waited for him, so he was free to hunt alone. He'd quickly found himself in a rundown, seedy pub watching a man that fit Black's description stare into his beer. Getting him alone had been easy too.
Before they had left he had cornered Pettigrew and made him tell Remus everything he could about Black just in case their information was correct for once and they actually did meet up with him. Not that any of the other Death Eaters bothered with anything as subtle as psychological warfare, but Remus liked to be prepared. And it had paid off.
Apparently Black had rather unique taste in bedmates, namely those of his own gender. Remus knew he was beautiful, at least to those who didn't know what he truly was. And he had used that knowledge accordingly. A faked drunken stagger, a few coy looks and 'accidental' caresses and Black had practically dragged him somewhere private.
And now it was time he showed his catch to Lord Voldemort. He had apparated straight to the dungeons and quickly levitated Black's unconscious body into the nearest cell. A muttered charm and iron shackles soon incased Black's wrists and ankles as he lay slumped sideways on the stone pallet.
"I will give you one thing Black. You're a damn good kisser," Remus said to the unconscious man, licking his lips in memory. Back in the muggle hotel room he'd had half a mind to let things go farther than they had. He should have let Black suck him off. It had been a while, especially since none of Death Eater's would touch him because of his Lycanthropy. "There will be time enough for that later," he said, leering down at Black before leaving the dungeons to find his master.
Remus only barely kept himself from laughing as he approached Lord Voldemort's chambers. Even through the heavy oak doors he could hear the humans begging for forgiveness. He pushed open a door and stood watching the spectacle they were making of themselves.
"Please my Lord, we will capture him, just give us a bit more time." Remus' self control failed him and he started to laugh, the sound echoing off the stone walls and causing everyone in the room to look at him.
"You find it amusing, Lupin, that your fellow Death Eaters have failed to bring me Black?" The Dark Lord asked, his voice chillingly calm and raising the hairs on the back of Remus' neck. "I find that interesting, considering you were with them this time, where you not?"
"I was with them, my Lord. But they all left before the hunt became interesting. I laugh because the humans were so sure of themselves and yet they were unable to find Black when he was less than a kilometer away." Remus said smoothly. There was a general cry of outrage from the humans at this news.
"Silence!" Voldemort commanded, and it was suddenly as quite as a grave, no one even dared to breathe. "You have him." It wasn't quite a question, more of a threat that if that wasn't what he had been implying he would be very very sorry.
"Yes," Remus said, unable to keep himself from grinning smugly. Voldemort stretched his no-longer quite human features into a sickening parody of a smile and turned to what, at first, appeared to be nothing but a pile of black robes on the floor.
"Severus, go with Lupin and make sure that your old school mate is comfortable in his cell." The pile resolved itself into a person as Snape shakily tried to pull himself up from the ground. Several Death Eaters laughed when his shaking limbs let out and he fell back to the floor. 'He must have been Crutiatused, Voldemort never did learn not to kill the messenger' Remus thought mildly as Snape finally dragged himself to his feet.
"Yes my Lord," Snape said quietly, walking unsteadily past Remus. The werewolf bowed slightly, turned and headed back to the dungeon, still grinning. "Why didn't you tell the rest of us?" Snape bit out once they were out of earshot of everyone else.
"You had already apparated away by the time I'd caught his scent," Remus said with a shrug.
"I'm sure," Snape said, making it plain that he didn't believe him at all. They reached Black's cell as Severus started to say something else, but his word died in his throat as he looked at his old enemy, there, alive and glaring at him.
"Well, good morning Mr. Black I didn't expect you to be up yet," Remus said as he opened the door to the cell so that Snape could get a better look. That was why they had been sent back down to the dungeons, so that Snape could identify that it was indeed Sirius Black that Remus had captured.
"Figures. Always knew you'd be a Death Eater," Black spit out, his eyes never leaving Snape. Remus frowned; he'd been the one to catch him, so why wasn't Black paying any attention to him?
"And who said you could talk?" he asked nastily, pulling out his wand and waving it at Black threateningly.
"Fuck you," Black said casually, still not looking at him. Before he could think to stop himself, Remus lashed out and hit Black across the face full force. There was a sickening crunch on impact and Remus was pretty sure he'd broken the other man's cheekbone. He was rewarded with a cry of pain from his captive before Black got himself under control, and glared at him silently.
"Oops," Remus said, his voice monotone. "I didn't mean to do that. Here let me heal you," as he said this he brought his wand up and pressed hard against the growing bruise on the left side of Black's face. The other man jerked back violently and cracking the back of his head against the stone wall, tears of pain coming to his dark-blue eyes.
Remus snorted in amusement and waved his wand, absently muttering a healing spell before turning to look at Snape.
"Well?" he asked. Severus shook himself, unable to hide the look of revulsion on his face at Remus' actions.
"It's him," Snape said quietly. Remus just smiled and led them both out of the cell, locking it behind them as they left. Silence greeted them as they returned to Voldemort's chambers.
"Sirius Black is within your possession my Lord," Snape said quietly. Murmurs broke out among the other death eaters and many of them glared at Remus murderously.
"Well done, Lupin. Since you managed to capture him, then I think it should be your honor-" he said 'honor' mockingly and Remus felt his self-assurance slip, breaking out in cold sweat at the malicious glint in the Dark Lord's eye. Whatever job he was going to be given, he was sure Voldemort wanted him to fail. "-of being the one to get Black to reveal where the Potter's are hiding."
'But I'm terrible at interrogation, he knows that,' Remus thought desperately. But he bowed without complaint, a feeling of icy dread settling in the pit of his stomach.
"Yes my Lord."