Not very surprising that Remus got hit as well, hand across his fast and kneed in the stomach. Still, Sirius had snorted, proud of him even though he didn't ever want Remus in a situation like this. He'd no doubt that Remus could handle himself, as well as anyone could.

"You think you're funny?" The Deatheater glared at Remus, then turned to Sirius. "And you think he's funny, too?"

"Theodore apparently has a very sophisticated sense of humor, yes."

"Right." The man looked back at Remus and started grinning. "You want to know why my breath reeks?"

That was the only warning Sirius got before his hair was grabbed and twisted painfully and the Deatheater forced a kiss on him, one thumb between his teeth to keep them apart and a tongue in his mouth that made him gag. It showed how physically weak Sirius had become by then that he was overpowered so easily.

He did manage to turn his head to the side eventually, spitting on the ground while his face burned with anger and humiliation. He didn't want to show that it got to him, but the added shame of this in front of Remus was too much. "Fuck you, Warwick."

"Knew you'd be asking for more."