Chapter 3

Thud.

Remus moved his knees to the left just as a javelin buried itself into the stone where they had been a moment ago.

There were now five javelins stuck into the wall, all in places Remus had been just moments before they hit, making him twist against his still chained hands above his head. Instinct and super-sharp reflexes saving his life by mere centimeters.

Thud.

Six, thought Remus.

It had been going on for three days strait now, literally.

I wonder how he can go on like this? He doesn't seem to need to eat, sleep, or have any human needs or urges. It's almost like he's not human! Remus, realizing what he had thought, then burst out laughing.

Only he forgot he wasn't alone.

"Did you find something amusing? Or did this all just going to your head?" He hissed.

Remus tried to stop himself, he really did… but it still just ended up coming out.

"Oh no." He said, "I'm fine, really. I just suddenly wondered what you would look like in a tutu." Remus shrugged, then smirked, "Guess I couldn't hold it in."

Voldemort's face darkened. His robes swirling as he took the five steps to close in on Remus, roughly grabbing him by the throat and electing a growl from the wolf.

"I am not one to be trifled with." He said, his face dangerously close to Remus'.

Oh, I must have gone nuts; my need for survival would stop me otherwise.

"Absolutely. Not one to be trifled with, only one to be admired and looked at through a lust-heated gaze."

Wrong thing to say.

"To be looked at through a lust-heated gaze? My, vary…" Voldemort cocked his head to the side, "creative…"

"Oh, don't take it to heart, please." Responded Remus before he thought of what he was saying, "I don't want to be the one responsible for breaking your heart, what's left of it anyway, when you can't find that special someone who actually loves and cares about you." Dead, that was what he was, but still he carried on, "By the way, if you do find that someone, I suggest you take care of her and make sure not to kill her. There aren't enough witches willing to love a creature of darkness in this world as it is, let alone if you keep killing them."

For some reason Remus couldn't control his mouth, or what came out of it. He probably would have carried on all night, but Voldemort had different plans.

Just as Remus was opening his mouth to say yet another life endangering comment, Voldemort suddenly leaned in and pressed his lips to Remus', effectively silencing him.

Remus himself was to shock to do anything as Voldemort deepened the kiss, swiping his velvety toung across Remus' teeth to find Remus'.

The wolf in Remus ignited in a blaze, consuming him, making him want to defend, to dominate. So when Voldemort's toung finally found Remus' he was ready for him, and attacked Voldemort's toung, intertwining them only to have the slick surfaces slide off one another.

Suddenly Voldemort retreated, making Remus lean towards him and emit a low growl to try to make him come back.

If Remus had been paying attention he would have noticed that Voldemort's breathing was quick and shallow, but since he didn't he was shocked by what he said next.

"Maybe I don't want a witch in my bed, maybe I want something else."

Remus made a low whine in the back of his throat and Voldemort noticed his brown eyes had gained gold flecks.

Nonetheless, Voldemort moved forward again to capture Remus' lips, this time being welcomed by them. And as the kiss deepened again Voldemort's hands found Remus' bare chest.

Remus shuddered as the cold hands made contact with his over heated skin, and then moaned Voldemort's nails slightly scratched his skin.

The moan motivated Voldemort to turn his attention to the button of Remus' jeans. Once he had accomplished that, his hands smoothed down Remus' chest to dip down and brush Remus' growing erection.

Remus, groaning, broke the kiss to drop his head on Voldemort's shoulder.

After a few passes Voldemort grabbed the base of Remus' erection in his hand, making it's owner arch toward it and making him let out a low hiss.

Roughly inserting his leg between Remus' Voldemort started pumping his erection, hand gliding smoothly over its surface. Thus it didn't take long for Remus to come.

Panting shallow breaths, Remus was only vaguely aware of Voldemort. Looking up, however, changed that. Voldemort's usually blazing red eyes had swirls of green in them and he was watching Remus with an expression that could have been anything.

Apparently, though, he had been thinking of something since he then nodded and waved his hand at the chains binding Remus. They quickly released him and he would have fallen if not for the fact that Voldemort was right in front of him.

As Remus stumbled Voldemort wound his arm around Remus' waist and through him onto the bed that had all but been forgotten, to then swing his leg over Remus' to end up between Remus' legs leaning over and having said person lay under him.

"I'd rather have you in my bed." Said Voldemort, not knowing how true that was going to become.