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LMOM #2: Shame
Title: Shame
Author/Artist: arcadian_dream
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Lucius, implied Remus/Rodolphus and Remus/Rabastan.
Kink(s): abuse, angst, prostitution, rough sex, face-fucking, non-con.
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Word count: 722
Summary: Remus is bought and broken by Lucius Malfoy.


Remus cries out in pain; his terror tears through the silence of the night like a blade through flesh.

"Shut it, whore," Lucius spits, pulling Remus' hair harder still, and yanking his head back. "I don't pay to listen to you scream. I don't pay you to feel at all."

Remus nods; he has to. If he doesn't, the punishment will be severe. It will hurt – more than this already does.

But necessity – well, necessity, Remus thinks, is the mother of tragedy. At least, of this tragedy; his tragedy.

"What was that whore?" Lucius hisses. He releases a fistful of Remus' greying, auburn hair and thrusts him roughly to the floor.

"Yes, Master Lucius," Remus whimpers and even as he does, he is making himself sick. The sound of his own voice is pathetic and small and he wonders that if there is anything of him left in it.

"Very good," Lucius says. He looks down at Remus where he is sprawled, naked and scarred, on the floor. His eyes wander over the sharp lines of his body, the jutting bones and weathered skin and patchy hair and he smirks at the man – no, the animal, if Remus Lupin is anything at all now, it is an animal, a beast.

He exists, Lucius thinks smugly, only to serve him; to bend to his desire. The same desire that is rising in the pit of his abdomen, fanning out below his belly and wending its way through the veins of his cock.

Lucius loosens his robes and allows them to fall to his feet. He stands before Remus clad only in his underclothes, though it is not for long. Slowly, deliberately, Lucius discards each item, vest, pants and socks. His body is flat and smooth; save for his cock which protrudes from a wiry patch of hair between his legs; obelisk-like against the starkness of Lucius body.

"Get up," he orders Remus and Remus, scrambling wearily to his knees, complies. Disgust rises in him like a wave, cresting and falling over him in a deluge of shame. Remus, on his knees now, moves to get to his feet but before he can reach an upright position Lucius pushes him down again.

"Knees," he says lasciviously and Remus knows what is coming. He eases back on his haunches and tries not to look at the smug grin that splits across Lucius' face; he tries not to listen to the click and creak of the door as it opens; to the shuffle of myriad footsteps and lusty groans and mirthless laughter.

"Open your mouth, whore," Lucius says. Holding his cock firmly at the base, he thrusts it roughly against Remus' lips; pushing the swollen head past dry, cracked skin and ridged teeth. He fucks Remus' mouth and Remus, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, and choking on Lucius' cock as he hits the back of this throat, tries to keep still as best he can until Lucius orders him otherwise.

Moments later, Lucius is twisting his fingers in Remus' tangled hair and spitting through gritted teeth: "Suck. Suck it, you slut." Remus acquiesces and the tears that have been threatening to fall for so long tumble over pronounced cheekbones and sallow cheeks as he does and with a deep, shuddering groan Lucius comes, flooding Remus' mouth with come.

He releases Remus' hair and withdraws his dripping cock from Remus' mouth before pressing the head to his lips once more, painting them with his own semen and Remus' saliva; the colour of humiliation.

"Pathetic," Lucius says as he considers the puffy eyes, tear-streaked cheeks and sticky, glimmering lips of Remus. "Pathetic, whore. Completely fucking pathetic." Lucius kicks Remus in the chest, sending him sprawling to the floor before turning away, opening his arms wide and asking the room: "Who's next?"

The room is quiet for a moment: filled only with Remus' ragged breathing and what he is sure (but he cannot bear to look, to know) is the slick swipe of palm over cock as Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange step forward. Stripped down, and alive with anticipation, each brother fists his own cock slowly, slowly as they regard the pieces of Remus – hurt and humiliated and broken in more ways than he ever thought possible - lying shattered on the cold, stone floor.