elfflame (elfflame) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-11 21:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: elfflame, kink: humiliation, kink: prostitution, remus/lucius |
LMOM # 11: Slices of a Werewolf’s Love Life: The Lowest Point - Lucius/Remus, R
Title: Slices of a Werewolf’s Love Life: The Lowest Point
Author: elfflame
Rating: R
Pairing: Lucius/Remus
Kink(s) : Prostitution
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 412
A/N: And getting sadder. Sorry.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three A | Part Three B | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine
Remus hadn’t been able to come to terms with any of it. The fight, the loss, the betrayal, any of it. He kept expecting Sirius to walk through the door and tell him it had all been a colossal prank. Not that they’d been speaking to him even before. But to have gone from being on the outs with the three of them to having lost all of them in one night…
Even Lily and Harry were gone. Lily was dead like James and Peter, and Harry was off with Lily’s family. He knew he’d not be welcome there, from the one time he’d met Lily’s sister. Better to let the boy grow up not knowing him, then to have him deal with his aunt’s reaction if he did try.
There was nothing left for him. Hell, he’d even lost his job shortly before the last Full Moon. He had nothing but a run-down flat and a few changes of clothes, and even his flat wouldn’t be his if he didn’t find some way to pay his landlord soon.
Lost in a fog, wandering the lanes of Diagon Alley, he literally bumped into someone. When he looked up into a horribly familiar and sneering face, he couldn’t even find it in himself to feel anything—not anger, not pain, not even sadness—that Lucius Malfoy, who had likely known of Sirius’s perfidy was here and free, while Remus had lost absolutely everything simply for befriending the wrong person. He just felt empty.
If anyone had asked him later what it was that Malfoy had said to him, he’d have been unable to answer. Not even a single word made it through the fog in his brain. But he had understood when Malfoy sneeringly offered him a bag of coins and nodded toward a rundown inn used by the hour rather than the day. And there was no pride left in him to throw the coins back in his face. So he went, Lucius close at his heels.
After all, he’d already been used by one Death Eater. What did another matter? It had been shockingly easy to drop to his knees and take Malfoy down his throat, sucking him until the man pulled away and came over his face.
And really, even bending over after Malfoy had recovered felt like nothing at all. Because he wasn’t there. He was nothing. Just like James. And Lily. And Peter. It was easier that way.