Sirius let Remus hold him as he sobbed like he hadn't since he was four years old. Even after last summer, when he mother had thrown him out of the house bloody and bruised, even then he hadn't cried. But something inside of him felt torn open, something was bleeding fear throughout his whole body, and the not knowing was the worst part. Because whatever it was had hurt Remus, and that was the last thing he ever wanted to do.
Remus' hazel eyes, and the sharp heat of desire as flesh slid against flesh...
He gasped, pulling away and staring at his gentle friend. He hadn't... Had he? He wouldn't have done that, not to Remus, not to anyone! But what else could have been bad enough to put that look in both of his friends eyes? And it would explain the terrible pain in his pelvis with horrible clarity...
"Remus," his voice was soft, almost dead sounding, as he contemplated something too despicable for words. "I didn't... Did I, did..." He couldn't say it. "Did I," Did I rape you last night? "Did I hurt you?"