Never Again
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for possible sexual content, violence and language. Reader discretion is advised. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!
WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male) and MATURE THEMES (sex, swearing, violence, etc) and AU-ness!! Ye be warned; seriously, this is VERY mature people. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Author's Note: so this, really, is like the…second or third last chapter, technically, but there'll be an epilogue, so expect a total of eleven/twelve-ish chapters! :D YAY! And unfortunately, things are going to be angst-y and sad for a bit again. But…well I still guarantee that Happy Ending!! Leave a review? 'When you leave, my colours fade to grey…' Cheers!!
PS. – is it weird that I'm writing smut while a (decidedly good looking) complete stranger is in the next room fixing my toilet? No? Okay, I didn't think so either…
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Remus Lupin couldn't help but smile, even though the sunlight that crept persistently in through the cracks of the drapes made his eyes water and burn. He yawned and stretched, feeling luxuriantly lazy, and his eyes invariably sought Sirius.
The charcoal haired young man sprawled next to him, drool clinging to the light stubble on one cheek, the sunlight glinting and blurring the edges of his face, painting a glowing halo around him. His legs were tangled in the sheet that hung low on his hips, the mouthwatering line of hair between the edge of the material and belly button shiny in the morning glare.
The lycan sat up, propping one hand against his messy golden brown hair, amber eyes tracing the lines and curves of Sirius' body. He was gorgeous, lying there. He looked like some Deadly Angel, fallen from the heavens, who had tired of wreaking havoc and destruction, and it took Remus' breath away as his heart swelled and compressed his lungs.
The soft, succulent weave of blood under skin shaded Sirius' parted lips rose against ivory skin, black hair swept delicately and artfully around the snowy pillow and gentle rise and fall of the Animagus' torso in peaceful slumber conveyed the feeling in Remus' heart and chest and very soul that words could not. He grinned as his gaze smoothed lower, and he spotted the outline of his lover's half-hard morning wood through the thin, sunshine drenched sheet. It must be very warm there in that patch of sun…
He edged closer as his own semi-erect cock gave a little jump and his mouth watered. He swallowed thickly and scooted downward, gently pulling the edges of the sheet down to reveal, slowly, tantalizingly, Sirius' impressive member. And it was just as beautiful and flawless as every other last inch of the man. Even half hard it made Remus' blood heat and stir with arousal. Carefully watching the heavily lidded eyes of his sleeping lover, Remus trailed a finger purposefully down the thick ridge of Sirius' prick, smiling as it stirred and the grey-eyed man muttered incoherently in his sleep.
His tongue snaked out and he licked a hot stripe across the head of his friend-turned-lover's cock. Sirius sighed, still asleep somehow, and rolled over onto his back completely, allowing Remus to gently part his legs and shimmy closer. The thick pink muscle that generally resided in the now quite aroused Remus' mouth slid out again, after savouring the bittersweet treat his lover offered up, coating the roof of his mouth sensuously with it, and traced a meandering path down the rapidly swelling length of Sirius' erection. He was rewarded with a breathy groan and looked up to see the Animagus' eyelids twitching as he was lifted from slumber.
Unable to hold back, Remus moaned gently and took almost the entirety of the darker haired man's cock into his mouth, sucking reverently, eyes flicking up to Sirius' face as he suckled. Fingers trailed a molten course across the velvet sac of the Animagus' balls and Sirius groaned softly, eyes finally blinking open.
Remus smiled (as much as was possible) up at the tousle-haired, sleepy-eyed Sirius, who smirked lazily back. "Morning Moonshine," he whispered hoarsely, and Remus replied by sucking harder, forcing a throaty moan. "Mmm…and it looks like a good one too."
The bright light from the morning pouring in highlighted Remus' hair blonde and grey and amber as Sirius ran his fingers through it, gasping and moaning as the lycan's head bobbed and his wicked mouth sucked and laved the heated flesh. And just when Sirius thought it couldn't possibly get any better, Remus pulled away and panted in a low, rough voice, lips brushing across the over-sensitized head of his throbbing cock, "Come for me Padfoot."
Then his mouth was back, all hot, wet, fucking perfect suction and Sirius howled, hips bucking into the willing depths of Remus' throat as he spilled his load in the amber-eyed werewolf's mouth. He groaned, body limp with sated exhaustion, as Remus continued to suck him, unwilling to relinquish even a drop of the salty/sweet essence, and little stabs of pleasurable pain shivered across his valiantly twitching cock.
If it were possible, he would have come again at the sight of Remus finally releasing him, with a last hearty suck and a delicious pop as his limp member slipped from those friction-plumped lips. A tiny rope of come stretched between the lycan's mouth and the head of Sirius' prick and he hurriedly pulled Remus upward to kiss him, thrusting his tongue into the surprised mouth before him, groaning as he tasted himself.
"I love you, Remus," he panted, fingers wandering down to caress the thick, pulsing length of cock that pressed into his hip. Remus groaned and pressed his face into the crook of Sirius' neck.
"I love you too," he breathed, teeth gently teasing along the satiny flesh before tongue smoothed the sting away. Sirius smiled, feeling content for the first time in what felt like a long time. He had everything he needed, right there in his arms, and no one was going to take Remus away from him.
It was with a light heart that he rolled them, claiming the lycanthrope's mouth again before journeying lower, fully intending to give the writhing man the blowjob of a lifetime.
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James Potter sighed and ran a hand through his hair, tugging absentmindedly on the fringe of his messy 'do. There were only a few things he hated more than messy confrontations fraught with the possibility of giant temper tantrums and loss of best friends, and he would gladly take them right now. Instead, he sighed again, bracing himself, and knocked softly on the guest bedroom door. "Remus? Sirius?" he croaked. Clearing his throat, he added, louder, "Are you two in there?"
"Where else would we be Prongsie ol' boy?" came Sirius cheerful voice from behind the wood. James cursed mentally. He had hoped (however futilely) that Remus had been alone; it would undoubtedly cause him less of a headache in the long run. But, just as he'd been suspecting, the other Animagus was also present. He hardly seemed to leave Remus' side anymore, which was the whole reason he was being forced to have this conversation in the first place…
"You can come in James," said Remus in an amused tone.
"Er…are you two decent?"
Sirius cackled, but Remus replied with a 'Yes', so James opened the door hesitantly, peeking in and breathing more easily now that he knew he wasn't about to be scarred for life. "What can we do for you?" the lycanthrope asked softly.
James paused, assessing the situation. They were both, thank Merlin, fully dressed, but Sirius was suspiciously sprawled on Remus' bed, his head in the other man's lap. He eyed them critically, looking for signs of recent snogging or (he shuddered at the very thought) shagging, and was slightly appeased that the only possible marker for sexual-based activities was that perhaps Remus looked a little more rumpled than was entirely normal for him, and Sirius looked inordinately smug. "I need to have a…chat with you two," he replied slowly.
Remus' brow furrowed slightly and Sirius' eyes narrowed. James cursed Fate again for not being able to have this little heart to heart with his friends separately. "Oh really," Sirius said in an offensive tone. "Well, out with it then Prongs, let's hear it."
James grimaced. "Look, I know this is probably none of my business and everything, and normally I wouldn't even bother asking, it's just…" He paused, unsure how to continue, and Remus smiled understandingly.
"Go on, James."
Sirius was still glaring, so the bespectacled man focused on Remus as he spoke. "It's just, you're two of my best mates, and… And well I don't want that to get…fucked up. And if you don't want to hear what I have to say, you can tell me to sod off right now and I will, I just… Are you two…?" He choked on his words, unable to continue.
Sirius and Remus, however, got the message loud and clear. Sirius opened his mouth aggressively to make what promised to be a scathing retort, but the lycan placed a soft, long fingered hand on his arm in a silent restraint, and Sirius paused. James, staring wretchedly at his hands, couldn't bear to look up and see the anger on his friends' faces. Remus' least of all.
He'd put this off as long as was possible, even suffering from Lily withholding her womanly gifts the previous night (and it had been an exceptionally long night), but it could be avoided no more. James wasn't even sure what he wanted to hear… If his friends told him that no, they weren't doing the nasty, it would undoubtedly lead to another argument like the one he'd had with Padfoot when he accused the Animagus of taking advantage of their lycanthropic friend's delicate emotional situation. Then again, if they told him that yes, they were shagging the bejesus out of one another, he would have all those horrible images in his brain and he knew they would definitely scar him mentally.
The silence was deafening as it stretched between the three friends, fraught with unsaid words that had the potential to tear them apart. Remus, however, saw how conflicted his friend was, and being the kind soul he was, took pity on him. "Do you want the truth James?" he asked at last.
James looked up. "Er… Yes. Yes I want the truth, but…please don't go into any…details or anything. And I mean, if you want to tell me…"
Sirius snorted derisively. "If we wanted to tell you we would have."
"Sirius," Remus chided. "Look, this has to be hard for him, be nice. And to answer your question, Prongs, yes, we are. We're…together."
"Oh."
"Look, I know how it looks, but it's not like that," Remus explained. "I mean this isn't just a…a rebound sort of thing, and it's not just about the sex." James blanched and Remus fought to keep from smiling. "Sorry, but…well I love him. I think I always have, I just…never really admitted it to myself, because I never thought that Sirius felt the same. And then with…Michael…" He trailed off into silence, frowning slightly.
James looked at his best friend. "And do you?' he asked.
Sirius sighed and nodded. "I do. I love the silly pouf. And you know I would never hurt him James. If Remus didn't feel the same, I wouldn't be so involved. I wouldn't make him feel obligated to be with me or anything."
James let out the breath he had unconsciously been holding. "Oh," he said again. "Well that's…er…good I guess. I just…" He looked imploringly between the werewolf and Animagus. "I mean, I don't… This is all…"
"We know," Sirius said.
"Yeah…" Another silence swelled around them, the sort of billowing, smothering silence that follows such declarations and heartfelt conversations. "Well then we should celebrate," he said at last. His relief was tangible as Sirius grinned, finally sitting up and slinging an arm around Remus' shoulders.
"Prongs, that is the first normal thing you've said since you walked in the door. I was starting to worry if Lily had taken some Polyjuice Potion to turn into you or something." The messy-haired man smiled as the teasing comment restored the casual, carefree aura that the friends normally shared.
"Shall we go out then? Take in a few rounds in Hogsmeade or something?"
Sirius looked to his lover, who rolled his eyes, but nodded. "I'm not dealing with you two if you get pissed beyond recognition, though," he qualified, and the Animagi chuckled.
"You know you love my drunken shagging skills, Mooney," Sirius murmured, nuzzling Remus' neck. James made a face.
"And that is my cue to leave. I'll just go tell Lily that everything's kosher, and we can head out, alright?" After a round of nods, James exited and Remus smiled at Sirius.
"Well, that went better than I expected." Sirius 'hmm'ed. "What?"
"Well, I would have preferred it if he'd walked in on us making love or something, but I suppose this way is for the best." He smiled and Remus rolled his eyes skyward once again.
"Git. Come on, let's get dressed."
Sirius looked pointedly at his body. "I am dressed."
"Yes, but I if I know you, you'll want to look stunning for the public debut of your new boyfriend."
"Is that what you are?"
"Is it?" Remus asked, biting his lip hesitantly. The expression was so heartbreaking that Sirius gathered him close.
"No. Not boyfriend." Remus stiffened in his embrace and made to pull away, but Sirius held him closer. "You're much more to me than that Moonshine. And you're right, as usual. My hair is an absolute abomination. I can't be seen in public like this."
Remus grinned beatifically and mussed his lover's hair, laughing as Sirius squawked and dove out of reach, before getting up and walking to the chest of drawers. "Hurry up and fix your hair, then you can help me pick out something to wear."
"Aye, aye cap'n!" And with a kiss, Sirius dashed toward the bathroom to make himself gorgeous.
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"Are you sure? I can still go with you y'know," Sirius asked for the seventy-eighth time, biting his lower lip contemplatively and looking the epitome of anxiety. Remus sighed and forced a smile for his lover, pulling him by the hand into the kitchen off of James and Lily's hallway.
"Sirius," he murmured, holding the patricianly handsome face reverently in his hands, thumbs brushing the tops of cheekbones that would have made Boticelli cream in his pants. "For the last time things will be – I will be – fine."
The Animagus sighed, and pulled Remus closer, leaning in then pausing, still hesitant despite everything, before kissing the other man gently. "I know, I know. I just…I worry, Remus, you know that."
Remus chuckled softly. "I know Pads, and it's adorable…to a point. But I give you my word that everything will go perfectly. I'll be back before you can miss me."
The charcoal haired man pouted. "But I miss you already," he whined.
"Sirius…"
"Fine! Fine… Just…hurry back, will you?" Remus rolled his eyes at the other man's fretting, but conceded, and nodded that he would. After one last, lingering kiss, Remus pulled away, moving back into the hall and waved to James and Lily (who looked suspiciously like they had been listening in). Breathing a silent sigh, he swirled the Invisibility Cloak around himself and in a sweep of lush fabric and disappeared from sight. "Good luck, Remus," said Lily softly, as he opened the door. He nodded and exited before realizing they could no longer see him nodding.
He spun into nothingness, mind focusing on the task at hand. It was almost foolish the amount of planning that had gone into his mission, but then again, he knew that his friends were slightly more than overprotective when it came to his well being. This thought made him smile as he crossed the street, darting between two cars parked beside the sidewalk.
The mission (Remus was loath to use the word) was simple, as missions go, and was mostly free of any sort of possible complications, but he gripped his wand tightly nonetheless as he pushed open the front door to the building quietly. A simple tap of his wand unlocked the door more efficiently than any key, and he was inside. Slipping the Invisibility Cloak off, he walked with easy familiarity up the concrete stairs, his shoes scuffing quietly, his heart relaxed.
Remus wasn't at all nervous about this task, and that surprised him. There was, of course, the slight clenching of his stomach that he knew stemmed more from returning to the scene of so many bad memories than fear, but his heart beat steadily behind his ribs, and his palms were dry. It was eerie, the fact that his surroundings were still exactly the same as the last time he'd seen them when he had changed so much, but he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and quickened his pace.
Another tap of his wand on the knob of the last door on the left and he was in. He looked about and his breath caught in his throat. It was the same, horrifyingly, astonishingly the same, and yet completely different simultaneously. Where once the counter tops had shone with cleanliness, they were now caked with grime and Merlin only knew what else. The pots that had hung, gleaming and silvery, from the rack were now dull and stacked haphazardly in the sink, and Remus' delicate nose caught a whiff of what was surely mould growing inside them.
The carpet was thick with dust and dirt tracked through it, and the kitchen floor looked positively greasy, making the cheap linoleum look even cheaper. Fighting the urge to start cleaning the place he had once thought grudgingly of as home, Remus directed his feet toward the bedroom, skirting the various pieces of clothing and empty beer bottles.
And then he stopped short in the doorway, not even daring to breath. Every muscle in his body froze, coiled, ready to spring into movement as his eyes bored into the familiar shape beneath grubby, stained white sheets. He didn't take in the overflowing ashtray that spewed ash onto the carpet from its perch on the bedside table or the dirty clothing that littered the room, draped listlessly over any and every surface. He couldn't see the drunken angle of the curtain rod, hanging precariously across the window, bare of its curtains or the glittering fragments of broken picture frames that once contained prints and photos he himself had chosen lying higgledy-piggledy across the floor. No, Remus had eyes only for the motionless body spread over the mattress, covered in dirty sheet.
His heart, which had stuttered and faltered at the first sight of the blond curls peeking out at him from the swirls of bedclothes, burst back into life, thrumming double time in his chest and making him woozy. He clutched the doorframe in nerveless fingers, drawing quick gasping breaths as panic and hysteria threatened the sovereign sanity of his mind.
'No,' he told himself firmly. 'No. You came here for a reason, and you will not let him stop you. Not anymore. Not again.' But then there was that sly voice in the tiniest part of his mind that Michael still held sway in, and it spoke his deepest set desire. 'Or you could run… You know you want to. Just run, and let everyone know how much of a fucking coward you are Lupin.'
He shook his head, trying to clear it. It was stupid, utterly preposterous for him to run. He had his wand, and he had his Gryffindor courage. He could do this. Besides, his things were still here, and he had every right to come and get them, ex-boyfriend be damned.
And that was the heart of his elaborately planned 'mission' (which he still thought sounded far too official for the actual task at hand). He was to come to his old apartment, and retrieve the few personal belongings he needed and wanted, while his abusive ex was away at work. Only now Remus realized Michael wasn't at work – obviously. He bit his lip in indecision, one half of him begging, pleading for him to turn tail and run, to save himself, to stop being such a fucking idiot and get the fuck out, because if Michael woke up, he'd be a goner. But the other half of him, the half that had surely gotten him sorted into Gryffindor and not some other House, bristled at this idea. Running was for the scared, the weak…he wasn't those things, not anymore.
As the seconds ticked by, Remus' breathing rapidly slowed, he found his eyes could peel themselves away from the rhythmic rise and fall of Michel's torso. Clearly he was still deeply asleep…it would surely be a wasted effort if he just left now, without even claiming one of his lost possessions. Nodding to himself, he started forward a step, cautiously, silently, his heart beating too loud in his ears all the while.
He decided it would be prudent to search the bedroom first, and called up the mental list of items he had compiled while James and Sirius had worried ceaselessly over minute details like whether a standard Alohamora would unlock the door with too loud a click. First and foremost on that list were his photos. Photos of his parents, and from his time at school, pictures he had been forced to put away because they were wizarding photographs, and Michael didn't like to see them because they were weird and unnatural. He moved swiftly and silently toward the closet, turning the handle and opening the door with naught but the soft swish of moving air.
Crouching down, he cast a look over his shoulder, the product of a life lived in constant fear, but saw that Michael hadn't moved, and still breathed deep and evenly. Swallowing back the fear that threatened to bubble over, he went back to his searching, finally locating the stack of his pictures underneath used towels that had been there for Merlin only knew how long, and dirty underwear. He thumbed through the photos, some still in the frames, some floating frameless in between, and, confident he had them all, waved his wand to shrink them before stuffing them hurriedly in his pocket.
Remus was almost relaxed as he wandered around the rest of the flat, ticking off items in his mental catalogue as he shrank them and added them to the collection in his pockets. He was almost finished, and feeling entirely proud of himself for not running off with his tail between his legs like some kind of cowardly dog that had been kicked one too many times. He even smiled a little as he strode confidently to the hearth to collect the last item on his list, the little jar of Floo powder that was coated in a generous layer of dust but still glittered invitingly.
Stepping back, he held the clear glass container up to the light, wiping dust from the sides as he did so, in an attempt to gauge how many uses were left, and stepped right onto a beer bottle resting peaceably on its side. His arms threw themselves out from his body automatically, sending the little jar of Floo powder and its contents flying from his dusty grip. The musical sound of it shattering against the side of the fireplace stopped Remus' heart and he froze on instinct, immediately toppling over, and falling hard onto the floor.
His breath whooshed from his lungs with a soft, grunting sigh he couldn't control, while his body collided rather louder than he would have thought with the floor in the deafening silence. For two long heartbeats, there was nothing, then Remus heard the sound he had feared since stopping at the threshold to his old bedroom and one-time sanctuary. If he thought he had been frozen before, it was nothing to how he was now. He was sure his heart had stopped beating; that the blood flowing through his veins had turned to solid ice and even the synapses in his brain ceased firing.
A creaking of mattress springs, bunching and coiling before releasing, and the soft thud of footsteps in an all too familiar pattern approaching. He tried to gasp, tried valiantly to draw oxygen rich air into his burning, aching lungs, but the air wouldn't come. Fear, the same fear that had almost over taken him as he stood in the doorway to Michael's bedroom and watched his ex sleep, now flooded his brain and body, leaking out into every limb and fibre of his being.
Michael was rubbing at his left eye with his knuckle, like a sleepy child, but he froze as he took in Remus sprawled in the living room floor, Floo powder ad shards of broken glass scattered around him artistically. And then he did something Remus had woken, sweating and biting back a scream, from nightmares imagining. His lips curved upward into a cruel, gloating smile.
The lycanthrope's vision swam before him and he tried to hang onto consciousness, finally forcing his lungs to expand and gratefully sucking in a deep, rattling gasp of oxygen. He tried to push himself into a sitting position, but his hands slid in the gritty Floor powder, and the sharp gleaming edge of a chunk of glass sliced deeply into his palm.
"I always knew you'd be back," Michael verily purred, stalking closer like a lithe jungle cat closing in on its wounded prey. "And look…here you are."
Remus tried to sit up again and managed it this time, cradling his bloody hand to his chest, the viscous fluid soaking into the fabric of his shirt, staining it like some sort of macabre Muggle Halloween costume. "Stay away from me." The words were meant to come out strong and unafraid, but instead they were a half-hearted croak, belying his fear as easily as if he'd burst into tears or something equally as outrageous.
"Don't be like that," Michael crooned. And then he was towering over Remus, who tried to scrabble backward, the cut in his hand sending hot sharp stabs of pain up through his arm as the magical powder mingled with his blood. One hand shot out, faster than Remus could have thought possible, and pulled him upright by the collar. "You're still the same, you little shit. Still just a scared little freak, trying to be tough."
Biting his tongue against the angry insults he wanted to hurl at Michael, because he realized in the back of his mind that anything he said now would only dig him deeper than he already was and the best chance at getting out of this would be to go along obediently with whatever Michael wanted. Instead he focused the force of his rage into relaxing his tightly coiled muscles, forcing himself to go limp. "What do you want?" he asked dully.
"I could be asking you the same thing, freak. What the hell are you doing here in my fucking apartment? Did Black finally tire of you, and you decided to come crawling back? I told him, y'know, that you weren't even that good of a fuck…looks like he finally came to his senses." Another grin stretched Michael's chapped lips, and the stench of stale beer wafted into Remus' face. He had to swallow and gasp a breath through his mouth to keep from gagging in fear and disgust.
"I came to get my things," he said, still trying to maintain the dull, disinterested tone in his voice like he regarded the blond man whose fingers were still curled possessively into the collar of his bloody shirt as nothing more frightening than a snapping turtle stranded on it's back. "Things I should have brought with me when I left you."
The smile slipped from Michael's features and it turned into the cold cruel mask Remus had come to loathe more than the irresistible bloodlust of the full moon. And unfortunately for him, the full moon had waxed and waned already, and the wolf lay quiescent within him. Remus tried to control himself, tried to rein it in, but the shudder rippled through him regardless of his wishes. It was a shudder of pure emotion, thick and undiluted; a shudder of memories flickered across his vision; a shudder of pure, unadulterated terror. He was overtly aware that Michael was in control of the situation, that Michael decided his fate now. He swallowed noisily as the snide, condescending voice inside his head hissed viciously, 'Are you happy now?'
He didn't hear the blond man speaking, or his roar of displeasure at Remus' silence. He didn't feel the backhanded slap knocking his head violently to the side, or the painful re-acquaintance with the hard living room floor with its slew of biting shard of glass. Because in his mind's eye, Remus Lupin was focused on the burning grey eyes Sirius fixed on him as he whispered his name in that throaty, sexy-as-all-fuck, urging him to climax; the soft curve of his Animagus lover's lips that brought a smile to his own lips in return. He was feeling the heavy, comforting weight of Sirius' arm draped around him as they slipped into the deep pool of sleep; the gentle brush of lips over his ear as the black-haired man whispered "good morning", or "good night", or "I want to shag you senseless".
He looked up at Michael without seeing him, seeing only Sirius' face. Yes, he was happy now. Even if Michael succeeded in ending his life, as he highly suspected he would try to do; even if the blond bastard shattered his spirit like he had made a valiant attempt at before, Remus was happy. Because Remus had found the greatest thing he would ever learn…just to love, and be loved in return. Yes. He was happy.
He smiled as Michael dragged him once more to his feet, only frowning slightly when he heard the collar of his shirt tear. And then the shining second where Sirius formed a cataract over his vision faded, and he saw the inhuman rage carving Michael's face into a parody of an expression. "You want to ignore me?" he hissed, pulling Remus closer. Every throb of his heartbeat sent more of the shining red lifeblood from his body, and stains erupted darkly on his pants and the back of his shirt now; blood streaked down his arm from yet more wounds inflicted by the remnants of the Floo powder's dusty container.
"Please, no…" he whispered brokenly.
Michael disregarded him. "Let's see you ignore this you insignificant fucking little whore." The sound of a zipper grating downward sent Remus' heart into double time, and his throat went dry.
'No…no, no, no, no… Please, God, Merlin, no…' he begged silently. Michael's emotionless smile returned and he pulled Remus brutally and inexorably toward the bedroom.
"I'll show you just what happens to a misbehaving bitch like you."
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Author's Note: please don't injure me!! I'm just following the storyline people; it's not my fault! Sirius-ly!! Blame Fate! Anyhoozer, erm, I know it makes me seem like a total bitch, but… *glances longingly at the review link* LOL, c'mon, y'know ya want to! 'It is breakin' me down, no more friends around, and my dreams fall down…is anybody out there?' Cheers!!