Remus shut his eyes, his entire body tensing the moment Warwick's hand went anywhere near his trousers. He wanted to kick him, shove him away, throw up. Anything but be where he was as the death eater put his hands on him. It took a moment to swallow down the desire to throw up his breakfast, and even then the words stuck fast in his throat. The idea of the other wizard touching Sirius making him sicker even than this did.

His fingernails had begun todraw blood from his palms by the time he spoke. Even to his ears, the choked back sounds of fury and disgust coloured his words. Making them sound even more forced than they already were.

"You bloody bastard." He took in a slow breath through clenched teeth, his head held fast in Warwick's grip to keep him from even ducking his head away. He did not want to say it. Did not want to bring his suspicions into words for Sirius to hear. Not because it would keep them from being true, but because he did not want Sirius to hear it. Or see the shame and fury reflected on his own face for being unable to do anything. Not to keep this from Sirius, or even to protect himself.

"You sick fuck-" The rage in his voice was going to give him away if he had not already done so. "You -" He choked on the word, wishing he could make Sirius not hear any of this. "-used him for your own sick perversions." He was trying to recover his lost ground, trying to force the emotions out of his voice, but it was not working well. "Even a blood traitor is still a pure blood, I guess."

In the bedroom, it had taken Sirius a while to get Remus into the world of 'dirty talk', and now he found he couldn't even bring the words forward. He couldn't talk about this. Especially not to this sick, perverted bastard. He wouldn't.

"You're repulsive. Even a Dementor's Kiss would be too good a death for you."