Chapter 3

"Please master" Severus begged, his response was a slap across his cheek.

"Silence slave!" The Dark Lord hissed, before waving his wand, sending Severus down onto the ground on his hands and knees. The Death Eaters, who stood in a circle around the Dark Lord and Severus howled with laughter.

"Please Master, please" Severus continued to grovel for mercy.

"You wanted them to know right?" The Dark Lord snapped, "You wanted to brag that you were closer to me than any of them! Well, I'm only doing you a favour then!"

The Death Eaters laughed as Severus cried, the familiar taste of his master made disgusting by the watching eyes of the cloaked Death Eaters. He gagged as his master forced forward, he cried as he jerked back. He wanted to bite down, to cause pain to the Dark Lord, but he couldn't, he wouldn't. I'm sorry master, he cried to himself, I'm sorry, please, not in front of them.

"Oh yeah, well, I bet you wouldn't," George thought for a moment, before blurting, "kiss me!"

"I bet you wouldn't like it!" Fred shot back before leaping at his twin, pressing together their lips, tasting the soft pleasure of his twin.

"You're wrong," The both said, before pressing their lips together again. What the hell is this? George thought, though not breaking apart from his brother. Instead he opened his mouth, Fred following suit, allowing George to taste his twin. He nervously ran his hands through Fred's shaggy red hair as he continued to explore his mouth, their tongues softly batting at each other's.

Severus groaned from the pain of humiliation as he sensed his master near climax. The Dark Lord was growling, the surrounding Death Eaters were unsure of how to react to their master actions. Severus was in tears as his master's hands gripped his greasy hair, forcing him down, and jerking him violently up, suiting his twisted lust.

Severus cried, his body shaking, held, by an invisible force, he could only tremble as his master ravished his body. The Dark Lord hissed with a controlled pleasure, releasing deep into Severus's reluctant throat, and pulled himself out, spitting at Severus, who hung his head in shame as the Death Eaters laughed, he was glad it was over.

"Did you like that slave?" The Dark Lord laughed, answered with silence. "I said, did you like that!"

"Yes master." Severus mumbled.

"I don't think I heard you, perhaps you need more?" The Dark Lord glared.

"Please, no." Severus cried.

"No?" The Dark Lord challenged.

"Yes please master," Severus trembled, "more please."

"Beg slave!"

"Please master," The Death Eaters laughed cruelly, "I need it, I want it, please master, I am you slave, your worthless slave, please master, I need it."

"Fred, what are we doing?" George asked his twin, as their bare bodies contacted together under the thin bed sheets.

"I'm loving you, there's nothing wrong with that" Fred reassured him, his tongue running softly over his brother's nipple, his breath warming George's chest.

"I love you Fred." George told his twin, whom he pulled towards him, pressing his warm body against that of his twin, the mere friction of their contacting skin driving him wild with a tender lust, seemingly insatiable, but at the same time, fed to its fullest by the mirror image he held in his arms.

God no, please no! Severus felt an inch from death, the burning shame, the discomfort of his position, and the pain lodged in his throat all seemed fatal to him, though he knew that the worse was coming yet. Severus cried out as his master forced inside him, letting out a hiss as he passed the clenched ring of muscles.

"Like that slave?" The master rasped.

"Yes master." Severus managed through the blinding tears, and the searing pain as The Dark Lord tore his insides. The Death Eaters watched nervously as the broken man trembled and shivered, weeping and screaming as his master moved fluidly with the fierce strength that he was feared for, blood began to seep slowly from the unceasing and increasingly violent crashes of The Dark Lord's thrashing body against the convulsing one of his broken slave.

Red hair flashed against ivory skin. Limbs thrashed out, grabbing and groping at whatever could be found. George moaned, Fred growled in response, their sweating bodies intertwined, Fred softly kissing George's earlobe as he fiercely forced his hips, his teeth biting softy with each contact of the brothers' hips.

"Is this wrong?" George asked, an inch from tears, as their bare forms lay limp, spent and heaving.

"I don't know." Fred answered honestly, "By everything I know, yes it is, but that's not what I feel."

"If we are going to get this project done, we have to tolerate each other." Harry confronted Draco after Transfiguration. "We're already behind, most groups have already mad a statue, even if they all fall apart."

"Fine Potter, shall we try again tonight, same place same time?" Draco sneered.

"Yes, good, but try to have something prepared."

"You look sort of like him," Remus said nervously, "the man I knew who lived here."

"Really now," The man said without much interest, "were you wanting to look around?"

"Yeah, could I go upstairs?"

"Sure." The man led Remus upstairs, and Remus headed for James' room. It was different than he remembered, but he could still remember, he could still see the very last night they spent together, Lilly and Harry were ate Lilly's parents', so James invited Remus over. That was the night before James died. Tears slowly fell from Remus' eyes, but they soon flowed faster, and more abundantly, as he turned behind him, and seeing James, rushed and, trembling, pressed his lips against the man's.

"Alright Potter," Draco relented, "I'll try your bloody spell, what is it again?"

"Œuvres." Harry told Draco for the tenth time.

"Œuvres!" Draco waved his wand at the feather.

The man seemed shocked, but Remus, not noticing, continued with the kiss, the man melting into it, from lust and confusion. Remus was calling out for James, his calls only answered by the man, who softly moaned as he released deep inside of Remus. Standing with a jolt, Remus began to cry again, he threw on his pants, and ran from the house, vowing never to return to the street, never again to pass the house.

"Fred."

"Yes?"

"I just wanted to say your name."

"George."

"Yes?"

"I love you." Fred pulled his twin close to him, holding him in his strong arms, breathing slowly and evenly as the drifted off into a peaceful sleep.