Remus winced, holding himself as still as he could manage. His jaw had locked trying to keep from satisfying him by crying out, but he knew he was going to have to do this. The disgust and the rebellious desire to tell him to go fuck himself could be set aside if it meant saving Sirius even a little.

He tried so hard not to associate what he was saying with reality, but unwelcome, gut wrenching mental images provided by his blasted mind accompanied each new description. The worst of it being that, Remus knew people too well, and he knew how the Death Eaters thought and acted thanks to his time trying to recruit the werewolves to the order's side.

He still could not look in Sirius' direction as he spoke, and every now and then he choked on a few words.

"You forced him to-" Had he mentioned dirty talk was not his favorite thing. Especially when the talk left a taste worse than polyjuice potion in his mouth and made him want to claw and snarl.

"Suck you off." The words come out sounding awkward and forced. "Forced him to kneel before you." I hope he bit you, you slimy prick. He bared his teeth unconsciously, glaring straight into Warwick's eyes. He wanted to remember them well for when they got out of there. He wasn't usually one for revenge but this wizard he would make an exception for.