Chapter Forty-Seven
Your Turn
November 21, 1996
3 Days to the Full Moon
Lucius adjusted the bag of food under his arm before lifting his wand to unlock and open the stable doors. He winced at the sound of the doors sliding open, his pounding head and light-sensitive eyes revolting. His fitful sleep had barely been enough to keep him upright and stringing full sentences together, let alone dealing with the sensory onslaught of the old, worn-down building.
Still, he somehow felt himself relaxing as he turned the corner and began walking down the long aisle to Remus's cell. At least there would be no more questions, once they were finally reunited; no more wondering how the werewolf would respond to yesterday's revelations, if he would never speak to Lucius or touch him or look at him again. Whatever happened next, it would be better than that night of agony.
"Remus?" Lucius called out, then cringed at himself, remembering how much the werewolf had hated him using the name the day before. He didn't need to dig his hole any deeper.
"I'm here," a groggy voice sounded out from somewhere inside the cell. On his cot, presumably.
Lucius unlocked the cell while still at a distance and then hid his wand away, not wanting to remind his captive of the brief moment when Lucius had thought to brandish it against him the day before.
"I have food," Lucius called out, hoping that the statement would be neutral enough to keep the conversation going.
"I'm not hungry," Remus grunted, and then Lucius could see his messy hair as he lifted his head, catching the way his greys flashed in the early afternoon sun.
"That's fine," Lucius said, keeping his tone even and professional as he paused in front of the cell door. "I can just leave it with you, and give you some new water."
"I want to go on a walk."
Lucius stared at Remus through the bars. The werewolf was a few paces away, staring at him with a calm, almost emotionless face.
"We—we can do that, if you'd like," Lucius answered, nodding gently. "You're not too… weak, yet?"
A shadow flickered across the other wizard's face.
"Do you think I'd suggest it if I was?"
"No, I suppose not," Lucius admitted, opening the door by hand. "That's fine. I'll just leave this here…"
Remus turned away, reaching for his jacket while Lucius set the bag of food down on the table. It included food for him, too—two packaged meals from the house that he'd actually quite been looking forward to. He hadn't been able to force himself to eat earlier in the day.
"Do you need to eat?" Remus asked, as if he was reading Lucius's mind.
"N-no," Lucius startled, turning away from the food. "I can wait."
"Fine," Remus nodded, staring out of the cell's doorway. "Let's get moving, then."
Lucius watched Remus for a moment, blinking rapidly as he tried to guess at what the werewolf might want. Conversation? Distraction? An opportunity to fight? Run? Escape?
"Are you ready?" Remus asked, looking over his shoulder at Lucius, eyes narrow.
Gooseflesh rose up on Lucius's skin, even through his thick coat, and he nodded. "Of course. Where would you like to go?"
"The water."
Remus glanced up just in time to catch Lucius looking back at him, concern clearly painted on his face. Remus had intentionally stayed behind Lucius while they'd walked toward the woods, not wanting to give the dark wizard any unspoken invitation to strike up a conversation—but he'd felt Lucius's intermittent stares, despite his attempts to ignore them.
"What?" Remus asked, exasperated, as he dipped his head under a low, naked branch. The gesture hurt his steadily achier body, sending a bolt of pain through his head, but he did his best to hide it.
"Nothing," Lucius's eyes widened and he snapped his head back around to look forward again, as if trying to mask that he'd been looking backward in the first place.
"I'm fine, Lucius," Remus sighed. "I'm not going to collapse."
Debatable.
"Fine," Lucius replied, still looking straight ahead as he began the arc from the main path toward the lake. "I didn't mean to bother you."
"No? You didn't think I'd notice you watching me like some injured animal?" Remus asked, getting a bit louder.
"Would you prefer that I not care at all?" Lucius spat.
Remus froze for a moment, clenched his jaw, and fingered what he had in his pocket. His collar. He knew his blood pressure was beginning to spike again from the pounding in his head.
"What was it that you said yesterday?" he asked, forcing himself to lower his voice a bit as the trees began to thin out. "It's done now."
Lucius bristled from where he was walking up ahead, but said nothing more.
Remus clutched the collar more tightly as they continued on.
The ground turned muddy and the tall grasses rose up along the water's edge, but still Remus didn't speak, just let Lucius lead the way through the muck. Memories of the last two times they'd been there flashed through his mind—the first time he'd realised that Lucius was… aroused by him, and the first time they'd touched after Lucius's sunny confession. Once, pushing him down into the muck; the next, protecting him from it.
Remus looked up to Lucius, saw the pathetic slump in the dark wizard's shoulders, and started speaking before he'd even realised that he was done with silence.
"What did you want to do to me, that first day we were out here?"
Lucius stopped dead. The grass shifted in a gentle, cool breeze.
"What do you mean?" he asked in barely more than a whisper.
"What did you want to do to me?" Remus asked, rolling his shoulders and narrowing his eyes. "When you pushed me down in the mud and ran your thumb along my lip."
Lucius seemed disturbed, shoulders tensing for a moment. Still, he kept his back turned.
"I don't know," he answered after a few seconds of consideration.
"But you remember, then?"
"Of course I do."
"Because you already wanted something, even then?"
"Yes."
Remus licked his lips, heart starting to beat more quickly.
"Turn around and say it to my face."
Lucius was still for another moment before drawing himself up and turning around, an indignant look on his tired face.
Remus didn't bother to hide the way he was looking Lucius up and down, evaluating him.
"Say what?" Lucius asked when Remus said nothing more.
"That you want me. Wanted me."
Lucius only hesitated for a split second.
"I want you. I have wanted you."
The words ran through Remus's veins like fire, and he felt his head tilt down so that he was staring at Lucius in a more predatory way. Not wild, like the day before, when he'd lost total control. This was cold, controlled.
This was what he'd wanted. Space, fresh air—and control.
"Go to the trees," Remus instructed, nodding toward the nearest edge of the tree line.
"Excuse me?" Lucius asked, brow furrowing.
Remus tilted his head, considering for a moment, enjoying the way Lucius's face was becoming increasingly confused and ill-at-ease.
"You made me prove myself to you, once," Remus spoke in a quiet, even tone. "It's your turn."
Lucius blushed, and he glanced toward the trees immediately, as if trying to decide where he was headed.
"Go," Remus urged him on.
The dark wizard opened his mouth, as if he were about to say something, to argue, but then Remus furrowed his own brow, and Lucius went limp and turned away, heading Southwest toward the trees.
Remus followed several paces behind, waiting until Lucius was under several of the scraggly branches before speaking again.
"Look at me."
Lucius turned, looking like he was doing his utmost to put on a brave face, despite the redness in his cheeks and the way his eyes kept flickering away.
"Don't be shy."
"I'm not being shy," Lucius grimaced, hunching up his shoulders.
"You are," Remus replied. "That's not going to get you anywhere."
"What is?"
Remus took in a long, deep breath, trying to slow his heartbeat again. This was not the time to rush. There was nothing to rush toward. Not now. He looked Lucius up and down again, exhaling loudly and with something close to disappointment or frustration.
"You're going to tell me what you wanted to do to me," Remus spoke, voice sounding more constricted than he would've hoped, "before Voldemort ever told you to get involved. Before Narcissa knew."
Lucius's eyes swelled. "I don't think you'd like—"
"I don't need to like it," Remus cut him off. "Although you may have a better day if you skip the parts where you were making me bleed or leaving me petrified on the floor for hours on end."
Remus didn't need to feel strong, or well-rested, or even have a weapon or wand to intimidate his captor. But somehow, he didn't seem to need one. He could see it in the way Lucius leaned back, as if he might be trying to avoid an inevitable strike; it wasn't quite the fear that he'd seen on Lucius's face the day before when Remus had shouted at him, but he wasn't calm, either.
And then Remus looked a bit closer, and saw that the dark wizard's lips were starting to part, and his heart was beating so fast and hard that it was visible in his throat, and a dark, tingling feeling bloomed in Remus's abdomen.
"Go ahead," Remus prompted, barely managing to withhold a smirk.
Lucius lifted his nose up in the air, attempting to maintain some semblance of composure and pride even as he went lightheaded and weak-kneed. He'd seen Remus dominant, but never this sadistic. Two months ago, Lucius would've cursed anyone who told him he'd be excited to see that look in a man's eyes. Now, he could feel himself already starting to get hard.
"I w-wanted to," Lucius paused, swallowed, trying to gather himself. "I wanted to control you. I wanted you to submit to me, completely."
"How?" Remus asked, eyes becoming hooded.
"When we were here?" Lucius asked, glancing back to the water's edge. "I wanted to…"
He stopped, realising exactly what he'd wanted. He'd only thought it for an instant, had pushed the idea as far into the back of his mind as possible after he'd realised that Remus had noticed exactly what was happening.
"I wanted to humiliate you, and then I wanted you to stay kneeling in the mud, and I wanted to…" Lucius paused, realising that the fantasy went even farther back than the water, to when he'd shoved his fingers into Remus's mouth while he was down on his knees, fighting Lucius. When he'd first arrived. Lucius felt his body change, grow hotter, and he had to swallow away the saliva that rose up at the idea.
"What?" Remus interrupted his thoughts.
"Even before that," Lucius explained, nodding toward the water, "I… Merlin, I think I was actually insane."
"What?" Remus growled.
"I wanted you to kneel, and I wanted to… to feel you suck my fingers, and then… then suck my hard cock… until you—" Lucius coughed, swallowed again, trying to collect himself as he envisioned the fantasy. "Until tears ran down your face from how hard your mouth was being fucked."
Remus's eyes widened, and for a split second, Lucius wondered if he might've just condemned himself to some terrible punishment. But then a cold, teasing smile rippled across Remus's lips, and the werewolf leaned his head back, staring up at the sky for a moment as if he were giving thanks.
"Kneel."
Lucius blinked.
"Kneel, you snake."
Lucius gulped and dropped to his knees, not even bothering to check if there was anything he could hurt himself on. He caught the corner of an exposed root, knowing immediately that he'd bruised his knee, but he simply grit his teeth and sought out eye contact with Remus again.
"Yes, sir," Lucius breathed.
Remus's cruel smile broke into a grin, accompanied by a dark laugh, as he registered what Lucius had just said. The reaction was glorious, and Lucius felt like a shower of sparks was skittering down his back, causing more gooseflesh to raise up along his skin.
Remus rolled his shoulders back, gazing at Lucius for a moment before crossing the space between them, pulling something out of his pocket as he went. The collar. Lucius's eyes snapped back to his prisoner's, immediately realising what the werewolf intended to do.
"Don't move," Remus commanded, and Lucius stilled, doing his best not to react when Remus bent down in front of him.
The younger wizard considered him for a moment before reaching up and catching Lucius's jaw in his fingertips, tilting the dark wizard's head back and forth as if assessing him for something. Lucius didn't bother to stop his lips from parting in desire, only barely managing to hold back some guttural sound he wanted to make at Remus's touch.
"You think you're capable of putting the collar on yourself?" Remus asked, holding the leather thing up between them.
"Yes, sir," Lucius nodded, reaching a hand out to take the collar.
Remus smirked as he dropped the collar into Lucius's hand and then lowered himself to squat in front of Lucius. He wasn't sure if it was the audience, or if doing up the collar without being able to see himself was actually just difficult, but Lucius's fingers fumbled over the leather for several seconds as he attempted to buckle it shut.
"Harder than it looks, isn't it?" Remus sneered.
Lucius grunted in acknowledgment before finally tugging it closed and meeting Remus's eye again.
"What was that?" Remus asked, raising his eyebrows. "Surely you don't think you can just grunt at me?"
Lucius made a small, embarrassed sound, but then shook his head and looked down. "No, sir. You're right. It's difficult."
"Mm," Remus hummed thoughtfully, and Lucius could tell something was about to happen, even with his eyes cast at the ground. "You always liked to check, didn't you?"
Remus's fingers were hooked up and under the collar in a matter of seconds, pulling Lucius's head forward and up. He yelped as he was tugged, back arching as he went, and Remus rewarded him with a cruel, close-lipped smile.
"What's the matter?" he mocked. "Don't like being handled roughly?"
"Whatever you want, sir," Lucius murmured, not needing to think about it, immediately knowing that he meant it. Not out of desperation or fear. Out of desire.
If the care was gone—if all he got was this cold, commanding Remus—that was still far, far more than Lucius thought he deserved.
Remus seemed to notice Lucius's earnest desire too, and a new look overtook him. He lifted his free hand and brought it close to Lucius's face, hovering for a moment before he reached out his fingers and gently brushed his thumb against Lucius's lips—not unlike the way Lucius had touched Remus's mouth, all those weeks ago.
"You look good like this. Put in your place."
"Thank you, sir," Lucius whispered in a hoarse voice as more hot blood rushed to his groin.
"Do you actually think the collar is tight enough though, snake?"
Lucius shivered, trying to refocus his attention to his throat rather than his cock.
"I don't think so, sir," he muttered, not because he could tell, but because he wanted to see whatever reaction Remus might have.
"No, I don't think so, either," Remus snarled as he shifted his weight, moving his hands so that he could undo the buckle. He met Lucius's eye again and paused. "Shake your head 'no' if it's ever too much, alright? You're no good to me injured."
Lucius's eyes swelled, but he didn't have a chance to say yes out loud before Remus was tightening the collar. He did so in one sharp movement, pulling it so that Lucius was nearly choking, right at the edge of it. It should've sent terror rushing through him, should've elicited a fight or flight response. Instead, Lucius let out a desperate whimper.
"Ha," Remus let out a gentle laugh, evaluating Lucius for a moment before roughly gripping the dark wizard's jaw, pulling his mouth open and shoving his index and middle fingers inside.
Lucius grunted, but the sound was muffled by how full his mouth suddenly was, and he felt a heady rush of desire flood through him as Remus adjusted his squat and pushed his fingers harder against Lucius's tongue.
"Suck," Remus growled. "Show me you deserve my cock."
Lucius thought he might lose his mind, and knew he'd be grateful for it.
Remus let a low, animal sound come out of him as Lucius began to suck Remus's fingers, his tongue smooth and needy. It was an exquisite thing to witness, the dark wizard leaning forward so that Remus's fingers were nearing the back of the older man's throat, hungry noises escaping his lips every time he bobbed his head.
Deserving, indeed.
Remus smiled, shifting his stance slightly to accommodate the growing hard-on in his trousers.
"Show me how deep you think you can get me," Remus said, and once again, Lucius wasted no time following orders, just letting out a pitiful sound as he lurched forward, letting Remus's fingers drop into his throat. He only managed to hold it for a second before Remus could feel his muscles contract, and the younger wizard pulled his fingers out, letting Lucius gag loudly.
"You'll have to do better than that, pet," Remus growled, and Lucius nodded even as he spat into the grass and dirt, watching Remus as he stood up. The squat hadn't been easy on Remus's knees or hips, and he grimaced as he straightened out.
"I will, sir," Lucius assured him.
"You sound desperate," Remus sighed, looking up at the sky again as he began to unbutton his trousers.
"I am," Lucius mumbled.
Remus stopped, glanced down at Lucius, eyebrows raised in expectation.
"I am…?"
"Sir!" Lucius completed the prompt, eyes wide. "I am desperate, sir."
"Desperate for what?" Remus asked, moving away from his half undone buttons to run his hand over his dick through his trousers, revelling in the rush of relief at the sensation combined with the truly wretched look in Lucius's eyes.
"Desperate for your cock," Lucius confessed, all of his words a bit constricted by the tight collar, "desperate to prove myself to you."
"Why?"
"Because I need you," Lucius whined, "you know that, sir."
"I thought I did," Remus rebutted, lowering his hand to his balls and squeezing gently, enjoying the tingling that ran up and down his thighs in response.
"Nothing's changed," Lucius breathed. "I need you even more than I did then. I can't go back. Not now that I've had you."
"Had me?" Remus wrinkled his nose in disgust and dropped his hand. "You think I'm something to be taken or used, Malfoy?"
"No," Lucius scrambled to correct himself. "No, that's not what I meant, sir."
"I think it is," Remus growled, "but it's just as well. I won't mind using you today. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
Thoughts seemed to clatter through Lucius's mind one after another as he fought to focus and put Remus's commands into action.
"My tongue?" he asked, confused and breathy.
Remus felt genuine ire rise up in him for a moment, and he took a half-step back, eager to see the disappointment and fear the action would bring up out of Lucius. Sure enough, the dark wizard's eyes swelled again, and he almost fell forward onto his hands trying to stay close to Remus.
"You tell me that you want me, need me, want to prove yourself to me—but you'd dare to ask me a question? Now?" Remus didn't bother to hide the frustration and exhaustion he was feeling as he spoke down to his captor, enjoying the way Lucius trembled at the first loud word that came out of Remus's lips. "Did you question the Dark Lord's commands when he told you to use me?"
"No," Lucius shook his head, dropping his eyes to Remus's shoes as best he could with the collar still on, "no, sir, I didn't."
"Do you love him more than you love me?"
The words came out before Remus could stop them.
Both men froze.
The wind rustled the grasses again.
Lucius lifted his grey eyes.
"No," Lucius breathed, voice low and ragged. "No, I don't."
Remus's heart skipped a beat and he had to consciously force himself to take a breath in and relax the hands that had become fists at his side.
"Then open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and don't complain again," Remus instructed, voice audibly shaking as he spoke. It was the sincerity in the dark wizard's face. The power he was offering Remus. Remus's cock throbbed.
"Yes, sir," Lucius whispered before slowly opening his mouth and letting his twitching pink tongue slip out over his lower lip.
Remus finished unbuttoning himself and pulling his cock and balls out of his clothes quickly, but not frantically, enjoying the view as Lucius tried his best to swallow without closing his mouth. Remus stared, body humming, as he reached down and stroked his cock for the first time. It felt good, good enough that he groaned and shut his eyes for a second, enjoying his own touch and the feeling of the cool air on his sensitive skin.
Lucius looked like he might be on the verge of tears when Remus opened his eyes again and looked back down.
"Save your tears for when I'm fucking you, snake," Remus growled, pacing forward, still holding himself, until his hard cock was directly in front of Lucius's waiting mouth. Remus slapped his cock against Lucius's tongue twice, gently, only enough to make Lucius wince in surprise, and then he let go, letting his cock rest there, moving his hand to Lucius's hair, instead.
"Go ahead."
Lucius didn't need any further encouragement. His eyes sparkled and he moved into the action immediately, wrapping his lips and tongue around Remus's dick before drawing him in and starting to suck. His mouth was dry for an instant, from having held it open for so long, but then there was a new rush of saliva, and Lucius confidently worked it expertly around Remus's dick. The younger wizard groaned, squeezed his eyes shut, and buried his fingers in Lucius's hair, tightening his grip as Lucius bobbed his head and made satisfied sounds.
"Deeper," Remus growled after several seconds of what felt like glorious teasing.
"Mmph," Lucius agreed, mouth still full of cock. He had to shuffle forward a couple of inches on his knees to meet the demand, and it was a comical enough display that it almost made Remus laugh—but then Lucius relaxed his throat, and Remus felt himself slip deeper in.
"Yes, Lucius!" Remus exclaimed, staring in wonder as Lucius bottomed out, his lips all the way at the base of Remus's cock. Lucius held that depth for a moment before lifting his eyes up to meet Remus's. He looked strained, unable to breathe from the way Remus's length was obstructing his airway—but he looked thrilled, in the most debauched way.
"That's right, you pathetic man," Remus snarled, egged on by the look in his captor's eye. "You stay just like that while I fuck you to tears."
Lucius shivered, throat tensing for a moment as if he wanted to say or moan something, but the sound was completely silenced by Remus's cock. Remus grinned, put his other hand on the other side of Lucius's head, and began thrusting.
The sensation was glorious, not quite orgasmic but so, so much better than Remus's own hand could possibly ever be—and made even better by the desperate sounds that made their way out of Lucius whenever enough air made its way through his system. He was working hard, hands gripping Remus's hips tightly in an effort to keep himself upright, and his eyes were squeezed shut, as if it took everything in him to stay focused on the task at hand.
"This was what you wanted?" Remus grunted, changing his speed slightly so that he was spending a bit longer on the in- than out-stroke. "To use me like some kind of fuck toy?"
Lucius managed to let out some kind of sound like a ye-ye-ye around Remus's cock.
"Look at me when you talk to me," Remus commanded.
Lucius's eyes snapped open and he gazed up. His eyes were wet, now. His nose was going red, too. Reaching his limit.
A small, cruel, crooked smile made it onto Remus's face.
"Stop moving."
Lucius took a tiny breath in through his nose and froze.
Remus watched with satisfaction as he slowly, slowly, pushed Lucius's face deeper onto his cock. It looked like the older wizard was in a physical battle to keep his eyes open, but he managed it, managed to keep it all together—until Remus had held in place long enough, hit at just the right angle, that he could finally feel a gag reflex coming on.
Remus waited until Lucius's eyes had almost comically bulged and begun to tear up in earnest before pulling his cock back out of the other man's mouth, watching with sick enjoyment as Lucius coughed and eventually spat onto the ground.
"Have you had enough?" Remus asked, leaning down again. Lucius glanced up at him, wiping his nose. There were tears in his eyes, but he looked effervescent, glowing with his pleasure.
Lucius blinked, and several tears fell, but he didn't speak.
"Let me see," Remus grunted before tightening his grip on Lucius's hair and beginning to pull up, harshly. Lucius yelped and followed along, drawing himself up onto one knee so that he could be closer to Remus's face. Remus stopped them there, leant in, and let his mouth hover in front of Lucius's lips. The dark wizard shuddered.
"Let me taste what I've done to you," Remus whispered, and Lucius didn't move, just shut his eyes as Remus turned his head slightly and let his lips run up Lucius's cheek—until he felt the damp of the tears, and let his tongue flicker out to draw the salty water onto his tongue. Both men let out soft sounds when Remus's tongue connected with Lucius's skin, as if they'd been waiting for the touch.
"I can taste how weak you are," Remus breathed, dragging his lips over to Lucius's ear. Lucius buckled forward at the sensation, leaning into Remus's shoulder.
"Oh, pet," Remus spoke with a dry laugh, "are you struggling to keep yourself upright?"
"Yes, sir," Lucius answered, hoarse with effort and desire.
"We can help with that, can't we?" Remus let go of Lucius and stood up. The dark wizard stayed slumped, sliding along Remus's body as he straightened up, so that Lucius's head was resting on Remus's stomach within a matter of moments.
It was a strangely soft and intimate place to feel Lucius's breath.
"What would you do to me, if I was in your state?" Remus asked, trying not to be distracted by Lucius's mouth being close to his dick, again.
Lucius pulled his eyes open, gazed up at Remus. It seemed to take him a moment to gather his thoughts, and his body seemed to move of its own accord as he did so, so that he reached out to pull Remus's shirt up and began to gently kiss along the pudgy lower part of his stomach. The sensation caused Remus to jump at first, but then it felt warm… soothing.
"I like tying you up," Lucius finally answered after several long, warm kisses. He straightened up, looked around them. "I'd tie you up somewhere, make it so that you couldn't touch yourself—and then I'd f—"
The idea seemed to overwhelm him, and he bit his lip, an almost embarrassed look on his face.
"I'd fuck you until you were begging me to let you cum, because it's all you're thinking of, and I still wouldn't touch you."
Remus smirked, reached down and brushed some of Lucius's hair off of his face. Something about the other man's blushed, shining skin and still-wet eyes reminded Remus of an oil painting.
"I don't think I even need to tie you up, to be honest with you," Remus murmured. "I think you're so desperate you'll do anything I ask."
Lucius stared at him for a moment, and then he licked his lips and offered the slightest twitch of a nod. "Yes, sir."
"Stand up, then," Remus instructed.
Lucius did as he was told, though he moved slowly, clearly sore from his time on the ground.
"Take out your wand," Remus continued, and Lucius did that, too, after only the briefest moment of consideration.
"Give me some lube," Remus muttered, holding his hand out once Lucius had his wand at the ready.
Lucius didn't hesitate to murmur the incantation, letting some of the enchanted lubricant collect in Remus's hand.
"Go to that tree," Remus nodded toward a tree behind the both of them. "Leave your wand and coat on the ground there and stand facing the bark."
Lucius stared at Remus for a moment before his face softened and he bowed his head in acceptance.
"Yes, sir."
Remus watched in charged silence, temporarily pulling his bottoms up as Lucius completed the tasks assigned to him, dropping his belongings and going to stand in front of the tree.
The sunlight shifted, causing a soft glow to be cast over Lucius's pale hair, skin, and white shirt, making him look almost as though he'd been enchanted somehow. Not enchanted for strength, though. He looked frighteningly vulnerable.
Remus strode up behind Lucius, pausing to look at the other man's wand for a moment before doing anything else. It was just barely peeking out from his dark jacket. Right there, if Remus wanted it—a final opportunity to escape alone.
"What next, sir?"
Lucius's trembling voice brought Remus back to the moment. He let his eyes trace over Lucius's body first, and then he reached out a hand, tickling his fingers along the other man's shoulders, upper back, and down.
He didn't want to escape. Not yet.
Lucius let out a small hiss at the unexpected touch, and the sound reminded Remus of his purpose for being there.
"You may prop yourself up on the tree however you like," Remus murmured, resting his hand on Lucius's hip, "but I will stop immediately and for good if you do anything else with your hands. "
"I understand, sir," Lucius breathed, and then he took a small breath, brushed his hair off of his face, and rested his open palms against the tree. "I'm ready."
"Are you?" Remus smirked to himself, reaching around Lucius's body and beginning to loosen his trousers, keeping his hand with the lubricant to the side.
Lucius bit his lip, trying to withhold a pitiful sound as Remus's hand brushed over his cock in the effort to undo Lucius's trousers. It didn't take the werewolf long, took him even less time to pull the fabric down, letting Lucius's hard length free for the first time. The cool air was refreshing and agonising against him, but he was only aware of it for an instant before he felt Remus's nails dig into his ass cheeks.
"Breathe," Remus instructed, clearly noticing the way Lucius's breath hitched at the touch, and Lucius conceded, shutting his eyes and leaning his forehead against the tree as he took several long, deep breaths.
It had only been two days since Remus had been inside of him last, but it felt like a lifetime. Perhaps because Lucius had considered the very real possibility that what Voldemort had done, disclosing what he did, would've prevented Remus from ever letting Lucius get close to him again.
Lucius would've accepted that fate, if it had come to it—but this…
Remus reached out, indicating wordlessly how Lucius should adjust his stance, and he did. The older wizard spread his legs and tilted his ass back, giving Remus the purchase he would need if he wanted to go inside. And evidently, he did.
The younger wizard started with one soft, lubricated finger against Lucius's asshole, pushing and massaging, and it was enough to send Lucius's eyes rolling to the back of his head.
"Oh, Merlin," Lucius growled, pressing his forehead into the rough bark. He sounded worse than usual, his voice still affected by the collar and his throat sore from how hard Remus had thrust into it.
"No," Remus growled, "you may only address me. Your Lord."
He slipped a finger in, letting out a small huff of air as he did so, and it was enough to make Lucius's knees buckle, pushing the side of his face into the tree instead of just his forehead.
"My Lord…"
The words came out somewhere between a question and a declaration, and that was an accurate representation of the lustful confusion that was rushing through Lucius at the idea of using that title for Remus.
"Is that a problem?" Remus asked, hooking his knuckle, finding that perfect, blissful spot and beginning to gently massage it. The action brought a desperate moan out of Lucius, and he shook his head frantically in response.
"No, si—my Lord," he whimpered, "there's no problem."
"You said you loved me more..."
Lucius flashed back to the moment of the particular confession, remembered the fraught look on his lover's face, the way Remus had looked both terrified and moved, and it sent another wave of delirious pleasure rushing through Lucius.
"I do," he coughed, pushing his hips back onto Remus's finger, "I do."
"Keep convincing me," Remus replied, and then he slipped a second finger inside of Lucius.
"Fuck!" The dark wizard called out, grinding his feet down into the dirt, actually feeling a wave of illogical anger at just how good it felt.
"Tell me," Remus breathed, reaching his free hand around to hold Lucius at his chest, giving himself leverage as he began to slowly thrust his fingers in and out, pressing against Lucius's prostate with every stroke.
"F-fuck," Lucius spoke on a sharp inhale, "y-you feel s-so good, m-my Lord."
"Yeah? This is what you wanted? To make me barely able to speak?"
"Yes," Lucius nodded, eyes still shut, drinking in every pulsating sensation, "yes, I want t-to make you i-incohe-herant—"
"Oh, we'll need more than a couple of fingers for that then, won't we?" Remus breathed, and there was a cruelty in his voice again, and Lucius wanted to beg for something, but he hadn't found the words before Remus's fingers had already slid outside of him.
"Relax," Remus muttered, "take it like I do."
Lucius imagined the way Remus had reacted when Lucius had slipped inside of him in the past, the sounds, the faces that he had grown so familiar with. It would've been enough to make him plead, for more or less he didn't know, but some kind of release—and then he could feel the head of Remus's penis against him, pushing against his asshole, and all other thoughts left his mind. He relaxed, as told, as he had to, because nothing would be right again until he was filled up with that cock—
"Fuck," Remus growled as he slid inside.
Lucius didn't say any words, just made sounds, arching his back as he was filled, exactly the way he needed to be, the way he had to be if he ever wanted to move on from this moment.
Remus moved slowly at first, inching his way until his balls were touching Lucius's.
"You like being used like this, Lucius?" he asked, hoarse. "You like being my prisoner, now?"
"Yes," Lucius answered, hips jolting of their own accord as Remus began to slide back out again. "Yes, my Lord."
"You sound good like this," Remus mused, letting out his own grunt as he came close to pulling all the way out. "Finally treating me with some respect."
"I know, my Lord," Lucius choked out the honorific, relishing in how much he hated using it. "I'm nothing."
Nothing. Just what he'd told Narcissa Remus was.
This was far from nothing.
He moaned, felt a drop of his pre-cum fall onto his bare thigh.
"You're here for my pleasure alone, snake," Remus continued, pushing in with a bit more speed, now. "If you want to cum, you'll be doing it without anything touching you."
"Yes, my L-Lord."
"Serves you right, doesn't it? A needy little cunt like you? So desperate to be taken?"
A slight shift in angle. A quickened pace.
"Y-yes…"
Thrust. Thrust.
"You lied to me, Lucius," Remus murmured. "You were spurred on by his—fuck—by his commands, and you brought the Order back into this without asking, and you fucked your wife, didn't you?"
"Y-yes," Lucius stammered, nodding furiously.
Thrust. Thrust.
"I told you I wanted to work with you, didn't I?"
"Yes!"
Thrust. Thrust.
"Was that working together, snake?"
"No," Lucius whined, whimpered, shaking his head as Remus continued to fuck him so hard and deep it was getting more and more difficult to breathe.
"You're going to do better now, aren't you?"
Thrust. Thrust.
"Yes!" Lucius groaned. "I swear, m-my Lord—"
"So worked up you could finish from my cock alone, couldn't you?"
"Oh, f-fuck…"
Thrust. Thrust.
"Couldn't you?"
Thrust.
"Y-yes, my Lord…"
Thrust. Thrust.
"Keep talking," Remus snarled. "I'm not done with you."
"N-no, my L-lord, I c-ca—"
"You don't have a choice, Lucius," Remus interrupted, mocking. "You're going to talk or you're going to be left here in a heap."
"L-left?"
"That's right," Remus leaned in, getting closer to Lucius's ear, sending a frenzy of excruciating pleasure through the older wizard's entire body. "I'll leave you here. You'll never see me again."
"N-no!" The idea sent genuine panic coursing through Lucius, enough that his eyes snapped open and he twisted to look over his shoulder at Remus.
The werewolf was there, lit up in the sun, red from his efforts.
"Oh, you don't want me to go?" Remus asked, raising his eyebrows. Lucius could see the strain from the physical activity in the lines of the other man's mouth.
"No, my Lord," Lucius breathed.
"Then fucking speak," Remus growled, reaching a hand up and tangling it in Lucius's hair. "Tell me how it feels."
Lucius didn't bother to fight Remus's grip, just let his head be pulled back, adjusting his body so that somehow it felt like Remus was going even deeper. He was truly struggling to breathe now, but he would be damned if he didn't follow instructions.
"It f-feels s-so… please, it feels so good, y-you c-can't stop—"
"Can't?" Remus's voice came out like a threat, but he didn't stop—he picked up his speed, and pushed Lucius's head forward and down, so that he was pressed right up against the tree again, being pushed into it over and over again by the force of Remus fucking him.
"Please," Lucius begged, eyes shutting again, body completely lost to the feeling. There were begging, needing, relieved sounds coming out of him that he didn't recognise, not with Remus or anyone before him. This was primal, something he couldn't have imagined even if he'd tried to, and his dick was so hard and hot that it hurt. "Please, Remus, I need this, I need you to fuck me, I've never felt anything like this—"
"Oh it's Remus, now? Not my Lord?"
"Please!" Lucius finally shouted, no longer aware of where, or when, or who he was. Nothing mattered except the fact that he was being fucked and that he was going to cum, had to cum. "Please, my Lord, don't stop, I n-need—"
"Need what?"
"I need to cum, please, my Lord, keep f-fucking me—"
"Beg me again, you desperate, treacherous snake—"
"Please keep fucking me!"
"More."
"Please, please, p-please, please—"
"You're going to cum, aren't you, you filthy creature?"
"Ohh, puppy, please, I want to—"
"Cum right now, or I swear I'll stop—"
"No, Remus, don't you d-da—"
"Cum!" Remus growled, right in Lucius's ear, clutching Lucius against him, moving a hand up to the dark wizard's throat and tightening his grip there. Lucius's vision popped black and white, and his dick flopped helplessly with each of Remus's thrusts, and Remus made a sound that was almost inhuman—and there it was.
The creeping crescendo and the climax.
Lucius's knees gave out, and then he was being held up by Remus's strength alone. The dark wizard moaned and shuddered as semen rushed out of him in several overwhelming, aching bursts. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't feel anything other than his orgasm and Remus's breath on his skin.
He was completely limp in Remus's arms, fighting to catch his breath, when Remus's sounds changed too—and then Lucius could feel something new, several hot spurts inside of him, deep inside of him. Remus held Lucius so tightly that it hurt as he emptied himself inside of the older man, until his own orgasm left him so weak that he let go, and Lucius had to stumble forward into the tree, bracing himself to keep both of them upright.
Remus buried his face against Lucius's shirt, both men shivering and twitching, the other's movements causing further stabs of pleasure as they came down from their orgasms.
"Remus…" Lucius couldn't help it, couldn't say anything else other than the other man's name, couldn't mask how much it sounded like a prayer.
"Lucius," Remus said, and it sounded full of wonder and shock.
Remus was the first to move, distracted by the way his own cum was starting to drip down the space between his and Lucius's thighs. He grimaced as he pulled out, taking a deep breath and squeezing his eyes shut.
Lucius quivered and moaned as Remus moved, but he was upright and doing up his trousers by the time Remus had opened his eyes again.
"I'll clean us up w-when we g-get back to the stable," Lucius mumbled, still stuttering, body clearly not yet under his control again.
"Alright," Remus nodded, wincing as he covered himself again, dick still impossibly sensitive.
Lucius was still facing the tree, even as he was pulling his coat back on.
"Hey," Remus breathed, reaching out, brushing his hand along Lucius's arm.
The dark wizard flinched, as though surprised and unsure of how to react.
"Turn around," Remus instructed, but his voice was far softer, far more exhausted than it had been up to then. Lucius paused, and puckering his lips for a moment as he considered.
"Please?" Remus asked.
Lucius relaxed and turned to face Remus. If he'd been an oil painting before, he was something far more exquisite, now. A wild animal who'd chosen to present himself before a man, totally uncensored, utterly unguarded. Beautiful.
Remus tilted his head, then reached out and gently, ever-so-carefully, undid the collar and slipped the warm leather from Lucius's neck.
Lucius stood quivering while Remus moved, eyes still glistening when Remus tucked the collar back into his pocket and then brushed his fingertips along the deep, red marks on Lucius's neck before bringing a hand up to cup the older man's face.
He didn't need to think about the words before he said them.
"I believe you."
Lucius's eyes widened and he stopped breathing. His eyes scanned Remus's face.
"I believe you," Remus repeated, not sure what else to say.
And that appeared to be just right.
Lucius's face broke open, and he reached up both hands to Remus's face and pulled him down into a deep, urgent kiss.
It caught him off-guard for a moment, but then Remus wrapped his arms around Lucius, let them both press back against the tree, let Lucius's legs soften as he no longer had to hold himself up. They relaxed into the kiss, and Remus could feel them speaking with it, telling each other words they both knew they would never say aloud.
They kept kissing until their hearts had slowed, and then Remus pulled himself away, brushing his lips across the tip of Lucius's nose as he stood up at his full height again.
"We should head back," he murmured, scratching his jaw as he looked over Lucius. "We'll get cold."
"We should," Lucius nodded, looking and sounding dazed.
For a moment, Remus felt compelled to reach a hand out to Lucius, as if they might walk hand-in-hand back to the Manor. Remus's hand twitched, and Lucius seemed to catch it, seemed to look receptive. But then Remus felt a wave of dizziness strike him again, and he remembered what was going to come next, and he withdrew his hands and tucked them in his pockets, too.
"You alright to walk?"
"Mmhm," Lucius nodded, clasping his hands behind him and taking the first step back onto the path. "Just fine."
Remus watched him for a moment, trying to assess whether Lucius was telling the truth as he started to walk away.
"I found the spells we needed to keep you locked up, by the way," Lucius spoke after a few seconds of being watched. He paused, glancing over his shoulder to get Remus's reaction.
Remus blinked several times before letting out a harsh bark of laughter.
"Y—you just got fucked senseless and that's what you're talking about?" Remus sputtered from behind a laugh.
"You did the same thing the last time we were out here," Lucius countered, raising a brow before he began to walk again.
"Touché," Remus conceded, smirking to himself as he moved to catch up with Lucius.
The sex didn't fix any of what the dark wizard had done. But Remus hadn't been lying when he said he believed him, either.