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What if Peter hadn't been the secret-keeper, but still a traitor?

It wasn't often that Sirius considered, even for a moment, being grateful to his mother. She had made his life misery, she had turned his brother from him, she had messed him up the way only family could. But at least she had also prepared him for pain, definitely for more pain than any growing child should have to experience and through enough that he had been able to withstand more torture than most minds could take since he'd been captured.

A trap, a simple one, but he had trusted Peter and that had made this so easy. Of course he'd trusted Peter. Not because Peter was brave or overly loyal, but because he just didn't seem capable of deceit. Too much the coward, too stupid. he had underestimated him and that's how he ended up here. Some dungeon, who knew where, chained to the wall, wandless and in pain.

Deatheaters weren't gentle captors, especially not to bloodtraitors. He hadn't eaten or drunk, hell, hadn't slept or pissed since this started, not that he had any way of telling how much time had passed. But as long as there was so much importance on getting the truth from him, at least Sirius knew that they were still safe and that gave him strength like nothing else.

There was no one with him at the moment, a short but welcome reprieve. Sirius had closed his eyes, tried to use wandless magic to find some spell to break the chains, hopeless as that was. He'd have been better of focusing his strength on a healing spell, but that had never been his style. Too much of a fighter.

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Unfortunately, it really was happening. Remus was limp in his chains, head dipped forward and wrists already coloring as well as a few rough-handed bruises starting to form along his arms. The sob was what woke him, his body starting, momentary disoriented confusion causing him to slowly look up at his arms and rattle the chain again.

It was easy to see the point when realization grimly settled in. His eyes widened for a moment, mouth opening as if to protest and then shutting, along with his eyes. He swallowed, mentally kicking himself for not having come up with a plan. This was all his fault. If he had just gotten some help, or taken a moment to think it through better, then he and Sirius-

Sirius!

Remus' head shot to the side nearly hard enough to give him whiplash, catching the red-rimmed, exhausted eyes with his own, slightly panicked ones. Bloody hell.

He closed his eyes and counted in his head, willing this to be just one of the nightmares he often had these months. But when he opened them again they were both still in chains.

"Sirius- oh, Sirius, I'm sorry." He trailed of, whispered apologies falling from his lips even while he searched for a way out of this. All the information in his head, there had to be something useful here.

Sirius took a deep breath when it had become clear, all too clear, that this was really happening. He stared at Remus, looked into his eyes. Damn, he had spent so much time thinking of him when he just needed something positive, something beautiful to focus on. Now he just wished for Remus to be gone. To be safe.

"Damn it, Moony."

He muttered, glancing off to the side. Alright, think fast, he knew they'd not leave them alone for long.

"Pretend you don't know me well. Just in passing."

He had no idea whether that would be a wise move in the end or not, but perhaps it would be better than no plan at all.

"I love you," he muttered, quiet and fast, because he had already thought he'd never get to tell him again.

Remus whispered the same phrase back before letting his head drop so Sirius would not catch the tears in his eyes. He had just wanted to rescue his boyfriend. They had nearly made it. Just a few more meters and... well.. Remus had not had the most brilliant plan after that, but they would have thought of something. Now they were both wandless and trapped. No one knew where they were. Not even Dumbledore or James. And maybe it was a good thing James did not know. At least he was safe in all this.

So. Now they had to pretend not to know each other. Well. Remus could do that. He was clever and used to having to lie to protect his life. He also knew that it was unlikely to make any difference to the Death Eaters. Either way, they would torture, and likely kill, them both.

If he could last until the full moon. Maybe.. Maybe he could break free. But the Wolf would not discriminate between Death Eaters and Sirius, and if Sirius could have transformed he would have done so by now. Their chains had to be magical. Some form of spell? Or perhaps Sirius was keeping his cover until he was desperate enough?

Remus was about to try and find some way to see if Sirius thought he could shift, when one of the bloody dark wizards stepped into the room.

Too late. Next time they were alone, maybe...

Edited 2012-09-19 07:03 (UTC)

Mostly it had to do with bidding his time. Sirius didn't want to give away his secret if there wasn't a good chance that it could help him toward freedom and so far he had hardly ever been alone and never had the door not been locked. Sirius wanted to ask Remus whether anyone knew about this - he hoped James didn't - but there was no time before someone entered the room.

"Wanted to leave us so fast, Black? I'm offended, I thought we were good hosts. Providing a lot of entertainment."

Sirius glared at the man, building up his anger as that was what gave him strength. He smirked after a few moments though, replying calmly, "Actually, your hospitality is abysmal. I'd not even recommend your establishment to my enemies."

He wasn't surprised to get backhanded for that one, but he definitely didn't like that the Deatheater turned to Remus now. "Who's your friend, hm?"

Grabbing Remus's chin he forced his head back. "What's your name?"

To his credit, Remus did not so much as flinch, though he knew the tiny trickle of a telltale wet trail would still be present on his face. He bared his teeth just slightly before he spoke, his voice taking a different edge to it here than the soft-spoken werewolf's normal tone.

"Theodore. And I am no friend of his. Now if you would be so hospitable as to turn your fat mug the other way when you speak, your breath reeks of something long dead."

It was not the sort of comment that would keep either of them from harm, but here, there was nothing they could say that would, and Remus relied on the Marauder within to keep strong here. That and the faith that James, Lily and Harry were safe.

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."

Before he could even think to keep himself in check there was a sharp clank of chains. Remus tried to pass it off, going still again and forcing his glare to be replaced with a vaguely disgusted expression.

"Well, if that is what your hospitality is like, I am sure I will never be booking a room here, again." His calm tone was slightly belayed by a fire that burned behind his eyes. He swore to himself that when he and Sirius got free, they would turn Warwick into some awful, disgusting animal and feed him to something vicious.

He couldn't look back over at Sirius, knowing that just meeting his mate's eyes after that display would be enough to blow his cover further. If the chains had not been enough.

Inside his stomach was churning, wondering how much of this Sirius had been subjected to before he had shown up. A thought that settled like lead in his stomach.

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?"

Every muscle in Remus' body tensed, revulsion rising in the back of his throat when the other wizard laid his hands on him. H met Warwick's stare with a cold, steely gaze, fighting back any other reaction. He could take whatever pain they threw at him.It would be nothing compared to his transformations. Compared to the cracking and breaking of his bones once a month, the shrinking of his organs and the blood-curling scream-ripping agony of the change that took over him.

At least, he assumed it would be.

Then, he had never had to deal with the unforgivable curses before.

He did his best to smile back, thin and as bored as he could manage it.

"Why, are you planning on tickling me to death? Or is your wand hand as clumsy as the other."

"You'll see, I suppose."

"Don't!"

Warwick spared a smile for Sirius before turning back to Remus and muttering the word, wand pointed.

"Cruciatus."

Sirius tugged on his chains harshly when the curse started. He couldn't watch this, he couldn't. "No! Stop it, damn it. Stop!"

He knew how it felt. Had felt it years before for the first time, one of those things he hadn't told anyone but his friends suspected. Had felt it over and over again the past few days, weeks. It hurt a thousand times worse to see Remus go through it.

"Leave him alone!"

For now, Warwick ended the torture, turning back to Sirius.

"Why don't you shut up while the adults talk, Black? Theodore, tell him to shut up. We were having such a nice conversation."

Prepared for the pain as he was, Remus could hardly stop his body'snatural reactions. He had writhed and jerked in his chains, biting his tongue at one point until the taste of blood had filled his mouth. It was agony. Different,but not entirely worse than the kind he knew intimately.

By the time it had ended he had fallen limp again, heart pounding and breathing in through his nose sharp, heavy and desperate, as if he were suffocating. He could have caught his breath more easily with his mouth open, but the moment Warwick turned to Sirius he spat a mouthfull of blood at the Death Eater, his limbs still shaking from the after effects of the curse.

"There is not any conversation I could have with you I would define as nice."But he should have kept his mouth shut, because already his voice was ragged and stiff. He could not remember if he had screamed, but he guessed he must have.

Warwick wiped the blood off with a disgusted look, stepping close to Sirius, who had been looking at Remus with concern and who was now glaring at him.

"We're going to play a game, Black. It's called 'I'll torture your friend until you break.' The good thing is that I don't have to hold back. I don't care if he breaks."

"I won't tell you."

"Oh, I think you will. And as a reward, I've been thinking about not killing you after you do. You figure out what we'll do instead."

Sirius jerked on his chains, but this time it was Remus who Warwick looked at while clutching Sirius's chin. "Pretty, isn't he? Talks too much though and never what he's supposed to say."

"Sod off. Compensate for your tiny prick somewhere else."

The knee to his stomach brought tears to Sirius's eyes and had him crumble. His ribs were already broken, he could barely breathe after the impact. It was enough time for Warwick to shove a nasty-tasting, dirty wad of balled up fabric into his mouth and tie it there.

Between almost suffocating and trying desperately to breathe through his nose and gagging on the foul taste, Sirius didn't manage to put up much of a fight against being gagged.

"Much better." Warwick turned to Remus. "That's how we'll keep him. Don't you think it's a marked improvement? Now. Torturing you, let's see."

He stepped closer to Remus and tapped his wand thoughtfully against his own lower lip.

"You tell me what you think we did to him so far. For every right one, nothing happens. For every wrong one, I hurt you. And if you say nothing, I'll use the torture curse on him. I can keep it up, too, since now he won't be giving me a headache with screaming."

Warwick smiled pleasantly, then he punched Remus square on the jaw. "And that's for spitting on me."

Remus really did try, he tried not to react. Not to let show his worry for Sirius. He failed. He had lunged forward in his chains at the knee to Sirius' body, and now, the expression he had fixed Warwick with shifted between rage, and a pale, sickly look. It did not take a lot of imagination to guess what Warwick's games were.

The punch left his jaw throbbing and his eyes watering, which was good because the reaction hid tears.

"You are a sick, sadistic blaggard and you will get what is coming to you." But he would not give Warwick the satisfaction of flinging that curse at Sirius again. No. His mate had suffered that curse enough in his life.

He swallowed and turned his head away, staring defiantly at the wall to one side.

"I bet you get your jollies off throwing that curse around. How many times have you used it on him already." It was not a question he expected or wanted an answer to. "Cowards, rats, the lot of you. Kicking and punching a chained wizard. Too afraid to be proper wizards and have a real duel."

Shut his mouth, what? Sometimes Remus got in a mood. Like when he ranted at James and Sirius for being bullies. This was a bit like that.

Still reeling from the treatment, Sirius was barely even aware of what was going on. With the adrenaline of the near-escape wearing off, other things caught up to him. The lack of sleep, drink, food, continued abuse and, ultimately, fear. It was hard to stay conscious, but he forced himself, looking up to watch the others as he tried to push the gag out of his mouth.

"I've used it... I think it must be thirty times by now. He tries to play tough with it, always have to wait a bit before he starts screaming." Warwick chuckled and shook his head. "I don't duel bloodtraitors. And by the looks of you, you're, what, a mudblood? Normally wouldn't even touch you, so you should feel honored."

A whipping motion with the wand and a hissed spell and there was a slash across Remus's torso, tearing up his shirt and skin.

"I said you should tell me what we did to him. Not give me your poor attempts at wit. I want you to do nothing but describe the ways in which we hurt your friend."

The young werewolf arched away from the source of the pain, pressing his back hard into the wall as he drew in a sharp intake. He was not going to scream, if he could help it. Not even as much to spite Warwick as it was to try and lessen how this hurt Sirius.

He closed his gray-flecked eyes with a low, steady breath, reminding himself that little Warwick could do to him would hurt as much as the moon was going to. It was a lie even to his own mind, but he held onto the thought to strengthen his resolve. His voice was low when he finally responded again. Warwick only said he had to describe ways, he did not say anything about accuracy other than Remus' own punishment. And Sirius had suffered enough, in his opinion.

The other marauder could play the strong heroic type, but Remus knew him very well. He could see the strain and the fractured lines of his Sirius in the pale skin and the darkened eyes that couldn't hide the truth from Remus.

"You thrashed him in a Quidditch match," Might as well go as far out there as he could. The chances of guessing right and still avoiding bringing the memories back up were so low that he could not find the point in it. "You switched his fizzing whizbees with miniature acid pops."

And just to make it seem to Warwick like he might actually be serious, in the same emotionless, even tone, almost bored, he added, "You cast the Conjunctivitus Curse on him and forced him to stare into a bright light." It was not unlikely. He had heard of it used on some of the werewolves he had met trying to gain allies for the Order. The pain it caused the eyes was great, and only worsened the brighter the light around the victim was.

"If I wanted to listen to bullshit, I'd not have bothered gagging Black."

This time, it was Warwick's knee hitting Remus right in the groin and his hand in his hair, tugging sharply.

"Now don't you look away. Don't want you to miss the lesson. This is what happens when you don't listen."

He half-turned and pointed his wand, shouting the spell this time.

"Cruciatus!"

Sirius's body jerked and he lowered his head to hide his face from Remus. His nails pressed hard into his palms and his

"Told you. Always takes a while before he screams."

When Sirius did scream, it wasn't as if he could actually get much sound out. Cut off, muffled screams he choked on, body convulsing until his legs gave in under him and only the shackles around his wrists kept him from writhing on the floor.

"I'll stop when you start," Warwick told Remus in a conspiratory tone, "I know, it's fun to watch."

Remus' body jerked as well, thought for a different reason.

"STOP IT." He tugged and yanked at his restraints, fighting against the chains he could do little more than make clank about, with a desperation and anger to his voice that he couldn't hide. When Warwick's words caught up to him, he fell limp in is chains, hands fisted until the skin started to turn white as he forced the words at.

"I'll play your sick game, just stop." He couldn't take Sirius' screams. Each one like a spike being driven into him. "You chained him up and cast hexes and spells on him. Horrible, painful hexes and spells. Cut into him and beat him until he was a bloody bruised mess and then healed him to do it over again. When hurting him wasn't enough you tried to get inside his head. You insulted him, you made jibes about his traitorous choices and threats on his friends. And when nothing you did got the results you wanted-" He didn't look at Sirius for any of it, trying to find the words, most of them catching in his throat.

"You tried to break him down with a different kind of torture." He yanked at his chains again, the wolf in him dragging a snarl from his throat as he did. Right now, a terrified part of his brain was trying not to acknowledge the fleeting thought of just how happy he would be to let it loose on Warwick.

"Stop." For the love of Merlin, please, make him stop.

Warwick ended the curse, casual look on his face and paying no mind to the fact that Sirius was trembling, hell, shaking, only the chains holding him up as he fought to keep breathing. It took a while until Sirius opened his eyes, dazed, darkened by the curse, but he'd be paying attention. Which was all the Death Eater wanted from him in the moment.

"Good. You can be trained." Such a pleasant smile at Warwick and he petted Remus's head as if he were a dog. "And you're right. But I want you to tell me about that different kind of torture."

His fingers tightened in Remus's hair and at the same time, his other hand unbuttoned the man's pants and he slid it inside, pressing his palm against his cock. Sirius's eyes widened and he managed a grunt as he tried to get on his feet, only for his legs to give in again. Another bloody mark on his wrist.

"I want you to tell me in detail. All about it."

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."

"And here you were doing so well before."

Not surprising, but definitely still painful, Warwick tightened his grip around Remus's cock, crossing the line between what could be perceived as pleasure and definite agony. Sirius's muffled protest from behind him made him look over his shoulder and grin, but it took a good while longer before he let go.

"I want you to go into detail. I'm sure you can do it. Tell me how he was used. The more descriptive the better." He met Remus's eyes and his smile widened, turned ugly. "If you can't provide, I'll just have to put on a demonstration to inspire you. And if you keep failing me, I'll have to think of another game. I can guarantee it'd be one you would both like even less."

He looked at Sirius again, then back at Remus. "You've fucked him yourself, haven't you?"

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.

It was true, obviously, but somehow actually hearing Remus say it was a hundred times worse. Sirius knew enough about the war, about prisoners, about Death Eaters to realize that such things happened. Especially with purebloods, while there were other treatments reserved for others. Adding to that the fact that he did have the classical Black looks, with all the beauty and haughtiness that stood for, it wasn't that far-fetched that he'd be reduced in such a way.

On an intellectual level, he could handle it well enough. Psychologically, he had been trying to not think about it as much as he could. Hearing it described by Remus, who he shared so many far more pleasant intimate memories with... It was worse, it made it worse.

"Wasn't that hard to get him to kneel, actually." Warwick smirked, not in the least minding how obnoxious he was in the face of Remus's obvious anger. "Although he wasn't all that cooperative anyway. Had to break his jaw once, that taught him the lesson. We could fuck his mouth anyway."

Once more the way he touched Remus changed, more skillful, trying to actually make him hard as he stroked him evenly, while he continued to taunt them both with his cruel games.

"What else did we do? Tell me."

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