Sirius was fighting with keeping down the nausea, so close to throwing up that he could almost taste the bile. He stared at the ground, for the moment not feeling strong enough to actually look at either of the men in the room, albeit for very different reasons.

It didn't matter to Warwick, who had turned his attention back to Remus, noting that he seemed to be masking a stronger reaction. "What's the matter, Theodore, jealous? If you ask nicely, you can have a go, too."

The man cupped Remus's cock almost casually, giving it a very painful squeeze while looking into his eyes. "Perhaps in exchange for some secrets. Or do we have to give you all the special treatment that almost had Black here lose his looks?"

"Leave him alone," Sirius interrupted, "He doesn't know anything."

"Perhaps. But he might make you talk." Warwick got his wand out and smiled at Remus. "Ever been tortured?"