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“Having a hard time?”

Regulus whined, thrashing his head against the back of the mattress and the balled up Gryffindor robes stuffed between the bed and the wall. His hand— his own hand, the traitorous fucking thing— gripped his cock hard, bone dry, but fuck he wanted to cum.

And he couldn’t.

Sirius scoffed. “Merlin, you’re always such a fucking baby.”

“Am not,” Regulus bit out, muffled by his brother’s sheets.

“Are, too. I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Get out,” Regulus whined, high pitched and pathetic. “I can’t— you know— with you watching!”

Sirius threw his hands up in mock surrender, laughing like the arsehole he is. “I only came up to tell you Mum’s stupid dinner is on the table. Guests are here and everything. You could’ve stopped playing with your cock when I came in, you sick fairy fuck. Or at least pulled my sheets up. Why are you fucking yourself on my bed, anyway?”

“Piss off,” Regulus groaned, coil tightening in the pit of his stomach.

“I have the decency to stop fucking myself when you barge into my rooms.”

“I do not—“ Fuck, he panted, “Barge into your rooms, and I haven’t since we were— fuck— four.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, gripping Regulus’ bony thigh and shaking it. “Speed up, baby brother. Maybe that’ll help. Impotent fucking bitch.”

“I am not— fuck, oh, fuck— impotent, Siri! Get your hands off me!”

“Oh, no, you haven’t earned any petnames out of me. Fucking yourself in your brother’s bed.” Sirius scoffed, fag in his hand ashing all over the sheets. “Bloody revolting.” 

Regulus hissed through his teeth. “Can you put that thing out?”

“What, this?” Sirius flicked the cigarette, gesturing dramatically with his hand.

“Yes,” Regulus whined, gripping his cock so tight he thought he might break it. “Smells horrid.”

Sirius hovered the fag right over the apex of Regulus’ cock.

Fear seized Regulus, dropped his stomach right into his arsehole, but he couldn’t stop fucking his own hand.

“Don’t you dare,” Regulus breathed. “Don’t you fucking dare. Sirius, I mean it.”

Sirius breathed smoke, black eyes unfocused but staring right at his brother’s cock. “Keep tugging your tiny prick, Reggie. Don’t worry about me.”

Regulus breathed hard, chest rising and falling, whine building in his throat.

Sirius’ hand steadily lowered, lit fag just centimetres from Regulus’ swollen tip.

“Should I do it, Reg? Should I burn your fucking prick?”

Regulus whined, tried to kick himself away even as he kept jerking his cock.

“Don’t,” Regulus begged. “Siri, don’t.”

Sirius tightened his grip on his little brother’s thigh, holding him down even as he tried to shove himself away. “Don’t run away, Reg.” Sirius sounded far away, distracted. “You’ll miss the best part.”

“Siri, please,” Regulus whined. “Please don’t, please—“

Sirius scoffed. “You think you can invade my rooms, fuck yourself in my bed, fuck yourself in front of me, and not take a little punishment in return? Don’t fucking cum. I swear to Merlin, Regulus, don’t fucking cum.”

Fuck. Oh, fuck. Regulus threw his head back and whined into his gritted teeth. It’s too much. It’s too much. “Please,” he begged. “Please, Siri, I want to cum. Please, please let me cum. Please—“

“Quit your whinging. Merlin, I forgot how much of a bitch you are when you’re hard. I said, don’t fucking cum.”

“It’s too much,” Regulus breathed, bucking his hips into his hand. “Fuck, too much. It fucking hurts, Siri, please—“

Sirius tightened his grip on his brother’s thigh, pinning him down, gripping so tight it could only be called mean. Cruel. “You’re fucking vain, you know that?”

“Siri—“

“Aunt Lycoris is downstairs. She always said you have the better skin between the two of us. Smoother. Prettier.”

“Please.”

“Don’t fucking cum. Don’t fucking cum, Regulus, I swear to fucking Merlin.”

“Anything,” Regulus gasped desperately. “I’ll do anything, Siri, I want to cum. Please, please let me cum, please—“

“You’re fucking pathetic.” Sirius swiped his thumb over his brother’s thigh, felt the fragile bone underneath, thought about crushing it. It’d be easy.

Too easy.

“You’re too pretty, Reg.”

“Siri—“

“You think you can have anything you want. My bed. My attention. My fucking inheritance.”

Regulus froze, all feeling in his cock evaporating into nothing, hand going still. “Siri—“

“You’ll be a little less pretty, Reg. It’s for your own good, really.”

Regulus panicked, pulling back uselessly, Sirius holding him in place with a mean grip. “Sirius, don’t—!” 

Sirius shoved the lit fag into the side of Regulus’ cock.

Regulus threw his head back and screamed, banging it on the headboard twice as his whole body thrashed.

Sirius lunged forward. He grabbed Regulus by both wrists, pinned him with a bruising grip.

“Oi!” Sirius snarled, wrestling his baby brother down, forcing his groin up against Regulus’ burned cock. “That’s the fucking stuff. Cum, Reggie, you fucking bitch. Cum for your big brother. Fucking cum on my prick.”

Regulus cried out, folding over, cock leaking against the crotch of his brother’s trousers.

“Fucking bitch,” Sirius sneered. “Staining my fucking clothes. You’re going to make Kreacher wash these, are you? Sick fuck.”

Regulus gasped, shaking, pushing uselessly against his brother’s body.

“That’s right. That’s right, you fucking fairy slag. You cum when I tell you to. You cum when your big brother fucking tells you to. What are you?”

“I’m a slag,” Regulus wheezed, choking on the words. “I’m a slag. Please, Sirius—“

“Yeah, that’s right. You’re a dirty fucking slag. Say thank you. Say fucking thank you.”

“Thank you,” Regulus gasped, tears in his eyes. “Thank you. Thank you for letting me cum, Sirius, please—“

“Please, what? Please, fucking what?”

“Hurts,” Regulus whined. “It hurts, please, Sirius—“

“Oh, fuck off.” Sirius pushed himself away, throwing Regulus against the mattress with a careless shove.

Regulus gasped as his burnt cock met cold, satin sheets. He choked on his own tongue, face red and legs shaking.

Sirius sat on the edge of his bed and stretched, grunting like he just put in a hard day’s work. He turned around, casual and offhanded. “Want me to fuck you?”

Regulus flushed red. “No,” he struggled to get the word out. “Dinner.”

“Right, yeah.” Sirius sighed. “Mum’s party. That’s alright, Reggie, I’ll fuck you later.”

“I don’t want you to fuck me.”

Sirius pinned him with a look that said, Are you serious? “One day, baby brother, you’re going to beg for my cock in your arse. Cry for it, even, like the bitch you are.” 

“Am not,” Regulus muttered petulantly.

“Are, too. Fucking bitch.”

Regulus threw his head back and let out a desperate whine.

“That was quite the fucking howl, by the way. You sound like a bitch in a heat when you cum.”

“Piss off,” Regulus breathed, wincing. “I can’t believe you burned me.”

“You asked for it. Begged for it, actually, like a fucking bird. ‘Oh, Siri, please! Please let me cum!’ Fucking slag, you are.”

“You’re buying me a burn relief potion. And a cosmetic.”

“I already have a burn cream and a cosmetic, but you won’t like who makes it.”

Regulus frowned, trembling. “Merlin, don’t tell me.”

“It’s Sleakeazy.”

“Ugh,” Regulus wrinkled his nose, chest rising and falling rapidly, limbs limp and still shaking. “Potter.”

“Oi. That’s my best mate, and he’s a fucking solid bloke.”

“He’s a cunt.”

“Right, and you don’t like those.”

“Piss off,” Regulus breathed into a groan. “I’m not fucking bent.”

“Why won’t you let James bugger you?”

“Sirius!”

“He’s a good lay, honest. Ask any of the broads he and I fucked together.”

“Just— shut up.”

“Ah, I get it. Still cumming, are you? Fine, I’ll leave you alone. You’re stripping my fucking sheets, though.”

Regulus breathed hard and shallow, aftershocks keeping him twitching and useless. His voice came out breathy, pathetic. “Did you remove the silencing charms?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “What charms?”

“What—?” Regulus blanched, heart dropping then starting again, panic turning him corpse-white. “Sirius!”

Sirius, the bastard, only shrugged. “Mum was getting a bit too attached to the idea of you as her heir.”

“Sirius! I can’t believe you— fuck, the entire House is downstairs!”

“Please.” Sirius rolled his eyes. “They’ll all be fucking elated you want to fuck your brother. What, we’re all supposed to pretend Mum doesn’t fuck her brother?”

“Sirius!”

“Whatever.” Sirius shoved the door open and left, waving him off. “Get dressed and come to dinner. Maybe you can show Auntie Lycoris your new scar. Merlin knows she’d like to see it, the fucking nonce.”

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“Sure you got the spell right, Moony?”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Fucking sure, Prongs. Jesus.“

“Well, it’s just not the kind of thing you can consult a library book about, is it?”

“I got the spell right. Solemnly swear it.”

Regulus whined, shaking his head under the burlap sack, struggling against the belts and ties that kept him bound to the— fuck, is that a tree? Stone pillar? He had no idea, but whatever it was, it was rough and coarse against his bare back. His wand was gone and he was surely panicking by now, though he was no stranger to being the victim of a cruel prank.

James tilted his head, tapping Regulus’ wand against his chin. “Think anyone’ll miss him?”

“This is your show, not mine.” Remus was fully turned away, watching the doorway with guarded, bored eyes. “I don’t want to fuck him.”

“I wouldn’t let you fuck him.”

“Possessive, you are. Padfoot said so.”

James looked up sharply at that. “Oi,” he warned. “Don’t—“

“I won’t tell Sirius all the sick ways you fuck his baby brother, James. Emphasis on baby. I can keep a bloody secret.”

James turned back to Regulus, smiling. “Hear that, Reg? Moony’ll keep your secret.”

Regulus couldn’t hear him. The deafening spell on his ears made sure of that. He strained his neck under the burlap sack, terror setting in, robbed of every sense but touch.

It must be terrifying to be blind, deaf, mute and paralyzed, and to know you’re naked but not remember how you got so. James felt a pang of sympathy, somewhere deep inside, that made him reach out and pat the burlap over Regulus’ face.

Regulus jerked, as much as the belts and ties would let him, a pathetic, scared whine coming from his throat.

“Alright, enough prelude.” Remus was still firmly looking away, like the sight of Regulus’ naked, bound body offended him. “I want out of here. How young do you want him?”

James stood up. “Old enough to know when I’m talking to him. Young enough to still babble.”

“So, what, two? Three?”

“Make it three.”

“Jesus, you sick fuck,” Remus muttered, removing his wand from the sleeve of his jumper.

“Oi, come off it. The sissy likes it.” James pat the side of Regulus’ face. “You like it, don’t you, Reg?”

Regulus didn’t— couldn’t— reply. His cock, soft and flaccid, began to twitch pathetically against his thigh. Fear, probably.

Poor thing.

James pulled his hand away. “Do it, Moony.”

Staring out the doorway, Remus flicked his wand over his shoulder, pointed in Regulus’ general direction, and muttered something unintelligible.

Regulus gasped, body jerking, a strange yellow light flashing over his bare skin.

James watched, fascinated. “You have a fucking gift, Moony. Truly.”

I have a greasy-haired spell inventor on the end of my prick, Remus thought to himself.

Regulus suddenly stilled. His head tilted, neck strained up, a muffled, “Hmmph?” coming out of his gagged mouth.

“Right,” Remus said. “Here’s your toddler. I’m gonna fucking go now.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” James replied, distracted by the sight of Regulus’ disjointed, childlike movements. “Step outside and guard the door. You get to play lookout tonight.”

Remus mumbled something that sounded like, “Fucking tosser,” and he disappeared through the doorway. Not far— James could still see Lupin’s shoulder if he leaned back a bit. Remus’ eyes slid left as he lit up a muggle fag, werewolf ears tuning in despite his supposed disgust.

Sick fuck, feigning disinterest like that.

Well.

James can put on a show that’ll get Remus hard. Maybe even hard enough to admit that he likes fucking blokes, too. 

“Hi, Reggie,” James said gently, stroking his captive’s bare thigh.

Regulus jerked and mumbled, drool spilling down his chin. “Mum,” it sounded like, a muffled, confused whine.

“Oh, you want your mummy?”

Regulus nodded clumsily, burlap sack shaking up and down.

“Mummy’s not here right now.” 

Regulus whined something else, something distressed. He fidgeted, shifting his hips, beginning to cry at being so tightly restrained.

“Oh, are you scared, baby?”

Fat tears stuck the burlap to Regulus’ face, staining the fabric just a tad darker if James squinted.

“That’s okay,” James comforted. “That’s okay. I’ll take care of you until mummy comes back.”

James tugged on his magic and forced it into his hands, fingers spread like a puppeteer manuevering a complicated marionette.

Confused and crying, Regulus bucked his hips, useless and scared as an unseen force pulled on his prick.

“That’s a neat bit of wandless magic,” James said proudly. “Learned that in Auror training. You’ll appreciate it when you’re older, how bloody hard it is to do.”

James rubbed his fingers together, magic thrumming as it forced its invisible talons into Regulus’ cock, right on the underside of his tip.

Regulus cried out, muffled, something that sounded like, “No!”

“Oh, is that too much? I’m sorry, baby. It’ll be over soon. You’re being such a good boy. You can have a lolly once you cum. Won’t that be nice? Bit of a sugar to cheer you right up.”

Remus made some kind of choking sound outside the doorway.

Regulus whined, cock half-stiff and leaking, swollen almost to it’s full size but rather… unimpressive. Thin, elegant, dainty, to be sure, but not exactly… manly. Avascular. Smooth, even, like he’d taken a depillatory charm to it.

James rambled without realising it. “I’d feel sorry for you, but it’s quite normal for blokes your age to sport a tiny prick. Maybe it’ll grow when you’re older, yeah?”

Magic tugged on Regulus’ cock again, twisting downward like a cruel, strangling hand.

James tilted his head, fascinated. Even after all this time, it’s amazing to watch Regulus’ tiny prick seemingly move on its own, untouched.

Regulus made a choking, gasping sound, fat tears rolling down his neck, over his nipples, pooling around his cock.

“Sensitive today,” James said mildly. “Ready to cum, then?”

Regulus shook, cried out into his gag with a devastated, indignant scream.

James grimaced. “Merlin, I forgot how much toddlers bloody scream. We’ll aim for a bit older next time, yeah? Six or seven.”

Regulus whined, shaking and twisting in his restraints, even as bruises bloomed around the edges of the ligatures.

“Careful, lad. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Regulus’ cock stiffened to full mast, invisible hand twisting and pinching the skin as James casually gestured. His cock leaked, tip reddening, a bead of clear fluid dripping down the unimpressive— frankly, girly— shaft.

“Already?” James said mildly, focused on his wandless magic. “Merlin, you’re easy to please. Cum, then.”

Regulus cried, shaking, fighting against his restraints as he came hard onto his own stomach.

“That’s right,” James muttered. “Let it out. Good boy.”

Regulus twitched pathetically, cum leaking down his thighs as he whined into his makeshift gag.

James pulled off the burlap sack and yanked the Gryffindor tie out of Regulus’ mouth, leaving it hanging carelessly around his neck.

Regulus went limp.

Slowly, he began to shift, his movements much smoother and more coordinated than before. He mumbled something, something that sounded like, “Where am I?”

James glanced over. “Back already? That was quick.”

“We agreed on Saturday,” Regulus gritted out, chest heaving with hard, shallow breaths. “It’s Tuesday.”

James shrugged. “Little surprise for you, Reggie. Get you through the week. You won’t cum again until week after next.”

Regulus cleared his throat, moving to cover his cock as best he could as the embarrassment set in. “…How young this time?”

“Do you want to know?”

Regulus flushed crimson. “No.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Fucking sissy.”

“Oh, piss off, Potter.”

“Fancy a bit of buggery, then?”

“No,” Regulus muttered. “My cock fucking hurts.”

James laughed, the cocky bastard. “Oh, sorry about that, baby. Want me to rub it better?”

“Fuck you.”

“Not until week after next.” James stood, dusting himself off. He moved toward the door, cock visibly straining through his robes.

“Hey!” Regulus snapped. “I’m still bound and indecent. Where are you going?”

“Home,” James replied casually. “Then out to a pub to find a bird that’ll actually let me fuck her. I do like to get my prick wet every once in a while. Merlin knows Lily hasn’t put out since the fucking kid was born. You can find your way back from here, right?”

“I don’t know where I am!”

James shrugged, disappearing through the doorway. “Then you’d better figure it out. If you ask him real nice, maybe Lupin’ll escort you back.”

Remus poked his head in, smoke blowing from his mouth. His eyes, feigning boredom, couldn’t help but rove over Regulus’ naked, bound body.

Regulus blanched, indignant. “How long have you been standing there?”

Remus shrugged. “Long enough.”

“Have you been there the whole time?”

Remus eyes fixed, unsubtly, on Regulus’ cock. Flaccid again, but that could be fixed quickly enough. Young bucks can always get it up again.

“Long enough,” Remus repeated. “I’ll escort you, Black. I think we can work out an arrangement.”

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“Xxxtyr skrrr blppp.”

“Pardon?” Severus asked, baffled and angry. He struggled against the strange, cold cuffs cutting into his wrists and ankles, banging his head against the— examination table?— he found himself strapped to. “Release me at once.”

The… thing, it can only be called, clicked its pincers and tilted its… head? Its companion, equally as bizarre, made a foreign whirring sound from the vents in its… throat. It regarded Severus with its pairs of wet, bulging eyes.

Severus had never seen nor heard of a magical creature of this kind, so it was certainly some kind of nasty trick.

“This is some kind of illusion, then?” Severus drawled, wrestling with his dignity. “I didn’t think my colleagues were capable of such glamours. Certainly not my students. Release me at once and your punishment will be swift.”

“Sprrrr zxxxyr ttttyr.”

“Cease your sputtering, I can’t understand you. Where is my wand?”

The thing clicked thrice. The other one clicked back, its head tilted almost one hundred and eighty degrees.

Then—

“Is that unicorn hair?” Severus squinted at the wall opposite him, where large bundles of fine, white fibers hung in neat rows.

His eyes returned to the creatures. “What do you want? I am prepared to make a trade for your unicorn hair. Release me, and we will discuss it.”

The creatures looked at each other. Slowly, they began to morph.

The creatures turned pale, then humanoid, the stretching of their limbs coming with a rubber thwap! that had Severus cringing internally. Their wrinkled heads smoothed, grew hair…

James Potter and Sirius Black stared back at him.

Naked.

“Have you entered my mind? Impossible. My defenses are without error. How have you—? Stop it!” Severus snapped, as the creature settled James’ glasses on its face. “Stop that! Take him away!”

James and Sirius stared blankly at him, dull eyes completely void of the mirth and cruel amusement he’d long associated with his schoolyard bullies.

The things standing in front of him now were copies. Good copies, because the James one even had that ridiculous birthmark on his mons pubis that Severus had unfortunately seen once. But this wasn’t James Potter or Sirius Black, Severus knew. The real James Potter and Sirius Black would be laughing at his defenselessness right now, not… staring emptily, waiting for orders.

Then, a third creature appeared.

Pale, feminine, red-haired, naked—

“Lily?” Severus mumbled brokenly. “Artifice, this is— artifice, you can’t be—“

Lily, or the creature wearing her face, was exactly as Severus had envisioned she’d be. He’d never actually seen her naked when she was alive, only ever secondhand in James Potter’s thoughts, but…

Then Lily grabbed James by his hip. She pushed him down, down until he was seated on an empty examination table. She grasped his cock and straddled him.

“No!” Severus sputtered, metal strap cutting into his trachea. “No, no—!”

Lily gasped as her wet cunt stretched around the tip of James’ cock.

Severus groaned, face scrunching up as tears fell freely down his face. “No,” he moaned. “No, no, Lily, no, please—“

She threw her head into James’ shoulder and moaned, grinding her hips down to no avail. James kissed her shoulder and bucked his hips, sinking more and more into her.

“Stop,” Severus begged. “Stop, please, I— I’ve changed my mind, I don’t want the unicorn hair, just stop—“

The creature wearing Sirius’ face came up from behind. He grabbed Lily’s arse and slid one finger up her cunt, coming away slick and glistening. He palmed his cock and lined it up next to James’.

Lily sank down, taking him in with a lewd moan. Her cunt stretched around both cocks, red, raw, glistening like the forbidden fruit he could never fucking have.

Severus screamed into his throat. All that came out was sputtering, strangled choke. He fought against his restraints but the metal straps only cut into him, making him gasp and bleed. 

James and Sirius groaned, grinding against each other in Lily’s pussy. She bore down, taking them both deep, as white, viscous fluid began to leak from her.

Severus watched in horror as Lily’s abdomen distended, bulging outward in some obscene way, like it was filled with—

Oh, Merlin. Something was moving under her skin.

Lots of somethings.

Kicking like— gag— like babies, like her womb had suddenly filled with a dozen shifting, moving… things.

Severus cried.

He closed his eyes, begged for it to be over, but the scene just kept playing, projecting into his mind as if his eyes were still wide open.

Suddenly, Lily’s face was over his, like an angel, a pale, red-haired angel, and the ends of her hair were tickling the tear tracks down his face.

“Please,” Severus moaned, slobbering tears and drool down himself. “Lily, please—“

“…receptive host,” she was saying, and her words echoed. She was moving up and down on top of him, but Severus could feel nothing, nothing but deep, deep anguish.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

Something cold and metal clamped onto his nipples, making him yelp pathetically.

“It has to be this way,” Lily was saying, her hands on his chest while her hair tickled his ear. “They require the host to be in a certain condition, or—“

“Please,” Severus begged, screwing his eyes shut, but the image kept on his playing. He couldn’t escape it.

“Shhh,” Lily gently hushed him, still moving up and down, up and down in his lap. “It’s okay, Sev. It’ll all be over soon. Just—“ she gasped, and Severus cried harder.

James and Sirius loomed over Lily’s shoulders, leaning in to stare blankly at him, their eyes wet and… bulging.

Lily’s cum still dripped from their cocks.

James reached out and grabbed her arse, hard, pinching it right over Severus’ lap.

“Stop,” Severus moaned, barely able to form words anymore. “I don’t want it anymore, keep it, just make it stop, please—“

“Hush, Sevvy,” Lily gasped, throwing her head back in ecstasy. James leaned down and kissed her, his long, blue tongue slithering into her mouth. “It’s almost over. You’re doing so well. They like you.”

Severus glanced down in horror, Lily’s distended stomach pressing into his abdomen. The… things… inside her, round and bulbous with limbs, pressed outward against her skin, as if reaching for him.

Severus vomited.

“Shhh,” Lily soothed him. “They’re making space for themselves.”

“What?”

Severus barely registered his legs being spread. Something coarse and slimey lapped at his arse, coarse like brand-new sandpaper. It slithered like a wet snake between his legs.

“Shhh,” Lily said, catching Severus’ chin before he could look down. “Don’t look.”

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

Severus screwed his eyes shut and moaned.

James and Sirius blinked at him from over Lily’s shoulders. Slowly, James reached around and grabbed Lily’s tits, his grip so firm that green bruises bloomed on her skin.

“Stop,” Severus gasped, arching into his restraints as the… thing?… finally breached him. James and Sirius’ faces were between his legs, holding down his shoulders, their eyes blank and bulging.

Something entered Severus with a wet pop.

He screamed.

“Shhh,” Lily whispered, though he couldn’t see her anymore. James and Sirius stared at him, looming over his naked body while… something… did something between his legs.

A horrible, aching stretch. Then another wet pop. Something moved inside him, deep in his intestines, like his organs were being forced upward.

Pop.

Pop. 

Something was happening to Severus’ stomach.

He ventured a desperate look down, only to be met with his own bulging, veiny skin, his entire abdomen obscenely distended. Things were moving around inside him. Round, bulbous things, pushing outward like they were trying to burst out of him.

“…Fertilisation from the males of our species,” Lily was saying, but Severus couldn’t see her. James and Sirius grabbed him by his hips, their fingers cold and metallic, their mask-like faces disappearing behind his swollen stomach again.

Something pulled on the metal chain between his nipples and warm, sticky fluid sprayed out, making the creatures around him chitter with excitement.

With dull horror, Severus realised the chittering was coming from inside him. The things in his stomach were excited by whatever fluid the creatures pulled from his nipples.

James groaned, and something wet slapped against Severus’ arse.

Lily’s cold, clammy hands stroked his forehead.

“Stop,” Severus begged. “Please, stop, I can’t—“

“Shhh,” Lily gently hushed him, her hands sliding down his chest until they met the metal contraption. She tugged, hard, and more fluid sprayed out of him. The things in his stomach began to move rapidly, excited again, almost vibrating inside him.

James groaned.

Sirius bit James’ shoulder and grunted, then something new was sliding inside Severus—

Pop.

Pop.

Stretch, pop. 

Severus cried.

James and Sirius grinded against each other inside him, their long, blue tongues rolling around inside each other’s mouths. 

“Good boy,” Lily soothed, but Severus couldn’t see her or feel her. “Good boy. They came inside you. They have to come out now. It’s a painful process—“

Something tore through him, and Severus screamed.

—

Dawn came with dew and sunshine in the Forbidden Forest.

Severus twitched, his pale, naked legs shaking from exertion. Drool pooled from his mouth as he took gasping, rattling breaths, and the rest of him…

Merlin, Minerva had never seen anything like it.

His… arsehole, she struggled to even think the word, was red. Raw. Abused, covered in globs of a thick, viscous green slime that looked like the world’s least appetizing, very chunky gelatin dessert. Twelve bizarre eggs, each the size of a giant’s fist, lay under his body, and a bundle of— was that unicorn hair?— was lodged tightly inside him.

Albus joined her, having been urgently summoned from the castle.

“The centaurs found him like this,” McGonagall murmured.

“Naked?” Dumbledore sounded aghast. “Did they…?”

“They insist they didn’t. Supposedly, they found him already…like this.” She couldn’t say the words, but indicated Severus’ bare, abused arse with a prim nod of her head.

“Merlin,” Albus muttered. He nodded at the metal contraption attached to his chest, the skin around it red and swollen. “What are those?”

McGonagall flushed red. “I believe the kids are calling them… nipple clamps.”

Albus had no reply to that, just a raised eyebrow. “Has Poppy examined him?”

“Extensively.”

“And? What’s the verdict?”

Minerva studied Severus’ limp form, mouth drawing down into a frown. Her voice was grave. “Ready a room at St. Mungo’s. Janus Thickney ward, I believe. Mr. Snape will require extensive… therapy.”

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“Canny believe we got him here with no one noticing. Doesn’t exactly look normal when you’re dragging something invisible up a hundred flights of moving stairs, does it.”

Peter squeaked. He slapped his paw over his snout, huddling scared inside James’ wardrobe, and peered out carefully from between the slats.

James was hauling something heavy and invisible onto Sirius’ bed. Remus followed, closing and locking the dormitory door behind him.

Fuck. Caught snooping. Peter clung to a pile of jumpers, using his tail to balance as he watched with beady, black eyes from inside the armoire.

There was a person under the cloak. A very small person, whoever they were, and Peter had a feeling he knew why had James had taken such care to drag the poor soul back to the dorm in secret.

Pete had long lost any sympathy for the birds James tricked into his bed. Even the ones that left limping and confused the following morning, uncertain if they’d been on the receiving end of a love potion or a sneaky Imperius. Pete loved James. Feared him, of course, but loved him. It wasn’t any of Pete’s business what James liked to stick his cock in, or how.

The unlucky lass, whoever she was, was a pile of slack limbs and long, black hair when James pulled the invisibility cloak off. Then—

Oh.

Regulus Black rolled over, clearly in a deep daze, a thin trail of viscous blood creeping from his nose to his lips.

That’s not a lass at all.

That’s a lad.

Is this a prank?

Should Pete do something? Say something? Deatheater loyalty, right?

Peter’s whiskers trembled.

James and Remus, big blokes, both of them, came to stand above Regulus’ limp body.

Peter cowered. No, his fear decided for him. He’d only watch. Maybe report back to the Dark Lord if something relevant transpired.

If James wasn’t going to fuck his prize, then Peter had no idea what James would do, and that was terrifying enough. It was never a good thing when James Potter had options.

“Slytherins shouldn’t have left baby Black unattended tonight. The diary, though, that’s a fuckin’ bonus. Did you read this, Moony? Did you read this fuckin’ filth?”

Remus hung back, looking bored and foreboding. “I read it.”

Diary? Peter’s heart dropped. No way the Dark Lord entrusted the diary to Regulus Black, and no way Regulus was stupid enough to keep it in a Hogwarts dorm. It had to be a different diary they found in Black’s possession.

“It’s all sex dreams,” James said, flipping through a small, leather-bound book. “Two-hundred pages of vile degeneracy. I guess Pads has more in common with his baby brother than he thought.”

Remus lit a muggle fag and took a deep inhale. “What do you want to do with him?”

“Well, there’s only one way to punish a fornicator,” James answered, sounding smug. “You have to ensure he can never use his prick for filth again.”

What the fuck? Peter’s entire rat body trembled in fear. James was going to do something to Black’s genitals? Oh, Merlin.

Remus sounded bored. “How?”

“Did you read page thirty-eight?”

“Yeah, I fucking read it.”

“Keep fucking calm. Do you know what sounding is?”

“No, because I’m not fucking gay.”

James rolled his eyes. “We’re gonna shove his wand up his prick.”

“…Jesus.”

“Then we’re gonna wreck his arse. I’m thinking broom handle.”

What the fuck. Peter felt sick, bile burning the back of his mouth. Hide. Hide, hide. He can’t be caught snooping with James in a mood like this, Merlin knows what he’d do to Peter if he found him huddling inside James’ clothes.

Peter held his breath and watched, swallowing down a terrified squeak.

Remus sounded only barely perturbed. “The diary didn’t say he got bitched after.”

“So?” James grabbed Regulus by his hair, balling it up in his fist. Regulus, too deep under some kind of spell, didn’t respond. “This is a Black you can fuck. You’re gonna waste this opportunity?”

Remus stilled. His voice dropped low, threatening. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Everyone knows you fancy Sirius, mate. It’s fine that you’re bent, Moony, it doesn’t bother me. But Reggie here—“ James kicked Regulus’ leg, shaking his limp body like a ragdoll. “He looks enough like his brother, doesn’t he? Smaller, but I’m sure the bitch can take a little rough riding. Purebloods are bred for durability. I can attest.”

I’m not fucking bent, Peter was expecting Remus to say. Merlin, he was expecting Remus to attack James for even suggesting it.

Instead, Remus responded mildly, barely a barb at all. “Fucking perv, you are.”

James shrugged. “If they’re making me marry one, might as well try out all their prissy cunts beforehand. At least I’ll know which bird to pick.”

“You tory fucks are vile.”

“Yeah. But no more than this one is.” James kicked Regulus in the thigh, hard. His body shook, unresponsive, legs falling open. “And he’s Slytherin scum. Hardly a person at all. We can call him a she if it helps you get it up, though. Merlin knows he looks enough like a bird.”

“Just— piss off, James.”

James shrugged. “Either you go or you stay, but baby Black’s getting his wand shoved up his prick hole. What’s it gonna be, mate?”

Remus roughly pulled the pillow out from under Regulus’ limp head, peeling the case off with an angry tug. He pulled it carelessly over Regulus’ face, punching a tiny hole over his mouth with a sharp claw. He tossed the pillow aside.

“Dinny want to look at her face,” Remus mumbled around the fag in his mouth.

“Neat trick,” James replied, staring fascinatedly at the canine claws in Remus’ hand as they retracted themselves. “Wonder what else your claws can do.”

“Not a fucking toy, mate.”

James laughed. “Little Reggie looks better with a bag over her head, anyway. And look what I have.” James waved Regulus’ wand. It was short, thin, and black, with a tapered edge that led to an elegant handle.

Peter had never touched a wand like that in his life. An expensive, craftsman wand. Probably imported from France. Merlin, it even looked expensive. And James was going to put it inside Regulus’—

Peter turned green.

“Alright,” James said. “Help me strip her. Just the trousers, though. It’s not like she has any tits to look at.”

Remus rolled his eyes. He grabbed Regulus’ ankles roughly, shaking him out of his wool trousers. To their surprise, Regulus’ cock bobbed free and bare.

James whistled. “Baby Black doesn’t wear bloomers. Scandalous.”

“Jesus,” Remus said, exhaling smoke. “Look at her cock. Fucking tiny.”

“Merlin, it’s a wonder Pads is related to this thing.”

Remus scoffed.

“Oi, come on. I’ve caught you looking at Padfoot’s prick while he dresses himself in the mornings. Not fuckin’ bad. Guess I thought Regulus’ cock would have a little more to it. There’s no way his whole wand will fit in that.”

Remus stared, eyes dark and hungry like a predator. “Doesn’t mean we can’t try.”

“Still, look at the fuckin’ logistics of it. He’s so fucking tiny, we won’t even be able to get the end of the wand in there.”

James and Remus stared, heads tilted. Regulus’ chest rose and fell, rose and fell. Sirius’ pillowcase over his head grew damp over his mouth.

Remus knelt down. “Got an idea,” he mumbled. “Hold his prick.”

James raised an eyebrow. He grabbed Regulus’ cock, stretching it straight up, only a few centimetres tall.

Remus’ hand grew claws.

“…Moony,” James breathed, watching with rapt attention. “You sick fuck.”

Remus tapped the end of Regulus’ cock with his claw. Slowly, he pressed the end of one claw at Regulus’ urethra, trailing it in a circle as if he could somehow romance Regulus into opening up. Slowly, painfully slowly, Remus’ claw sank into the end of Regulus’ tiny prick.

James gripped Regulus’ cock harder at the base, leaning over to pin his body over Regulus’ shoulder and torso. “Watch this,” he mumbled. “Imperio.”

No, Peter thought, suddenly faint. He wouldn’t. James wouldn’t.

Regulus’ body jerked.

Then, he screamed.

“Fuck,” Remus snarled, lunging forward to pin Regulus’ thrashing hips under his arms.

“No!” Regulus cried, pillowcase sucked into his mouth, choking him, confusion and horror clear in his voice. “Stop! Stop, please, stop, it hurts—!”

“Merlin,” James laughed. “Look at her fight!”

Regulus begged, shaking. “Please! Stop, please, please—!”

Remus ignored him, pressing his claw deeper.

“Please!” Regulus whined. “Please, it hurts—!”

“Fuck,” Remus said again, sinking his claw even further into Regulus’ prick as the poor lad screamed and thrashed uselessly, pinned down by James and Remus both. “Turn her off, I can’t focus.”

“Merlin, fine. Imperio.”

Regulus stilled.

Remus’ claw sank just a bit deeper into Regulus’ cock, tapered end easing his prick open.

James leaned over, not caring if he smothered Regulus to death under his weight or the pillowcase. “Think we can get her wand in there now?”

“Yeah,” Remus replied, voice gruff, eyes glued to Regulus’ prick.

“Ease out, then. I’ll get her wand in.”

Carefully, Remus retracted his claw. Regulus’ cock twitched, body betraying him as he was locked under the Imperius curse.

Peter closed his eyes, hard. His whiskers shook. Why, he thought in despair, why, why, why…

Regulus’ prick gaped.

Peter vomited in his mouth.

Slowly, James sank the end of Regulus wand into the poor lad’s cock.

Even under the Imperius curse, a dull whine emitted from Regulus’ throat. His back arched pathetically, useless against James’ weight.

“Fuck,” James breathed. “Look at her. Fuckin’ slag.”

Remus stared. His claws were gripped tight around Regulus’ thighs, careful not to break skin but fuck, he was barely holding on. What he wouldn’t give to turn the bitch over and fuck her right now, to break open her arse like he just broke open her cock.

“There you are,” James whispered, digging Regulus’ wand down poor Reggie’s prick. “Good girl. Open up for me. That’s right, baby Black. Relax while I fuck your cock with your wand.”

Remus growled.

“You got poor Moony all worked up,” James mocked. “You’ll have to pay him back later, won’t you? Want him to fuck your arse with his broom?”

Regulus, limp, didn’t reply.

“Fuck,” Remus’ voice was low, dangerous. “Watch her take that fucking wand like a bitch.”

Pete’s whole body trembled. He sank back into James’ jumpers, tail curling around himself, almost more scared than he’d ever been. The slats in the wardrobe did little to hide the horror of what his friends were doing. And to Peter’s ally, at that.

Fuck, what would they do to Peter if they found him?

“There we go.” James let up.

“Is that as deep as she’ll take it?”

“Yeah. That’s as far as she’ll go.”

“Fuck,” Remus breathed, exhaling smoke. “You’re fucking vile, mate.”

“So are you. I can see your fuckin’ hard on from here.”

“I’m not a fucking fairy.”

“Just for a Black, then.”

Remus scoffed.

James tugged on Regulus’ cock, watching the wand bob up and down. “When you get the urge to bitch something,” he said casually, “You come here. Because I swear to Merlin, Moony, if you fuck Pads. I’ll kill you.”

Remus laughed.

“Not fucking joking, mate. I’ll kill you.”

Remus exhaled smoke, long and slow. “You could try.”

There was a tense silence.

Then, James grinned. “She’s a good fuck, though, isn’t she?”

“She’s alright.”

“Ah, come on. ‘Fuck yeah, bitch, take that fuckin’ wand,’” James mocked, mimicking Remus’ accent. “‘Fuck, yeah.’”

“Piss off.”

Peter squeaked.

James and Remus quieted.

Fuck, Peter thought, scrambling backward. Fuck, fuck—

The wardrobe swung open and a fist grabbed him around the middle.

Remus’ snarling face filled his vision, Peter shaking in the light, tail curled over his eyes. Remus shook him, hard, and Peter cried out as his body morphed back into a human.

“Please,” Peter squeaked, “Please, Remus, I’m sorry—!” 

“Fuckin’ Pete,” James muttered. “Oi. Don’t fuckin’ kill him, Moony.”

“I’m not gonna kill him, Prongs.” Remus tightened his grip around Peter’s neck. “I’m gonna beat his fuckin’ arse.”

“When you’re done, make him put up collateral.”

“What?”

“He watched us for a reason. Didn’t stop us. He must’ve liked what he saw.”

Remus shook Peter by the back of the neck, who squeaked in fear and surprise. “So what?”

“So make him participate. He wants to, and he can’t go running off to Dumbledore after. We need to put your broom handle somewhere, don’t we?”

Remus stilled, considering. “Your lucky day, Pete,” Remus said slowly, loosening his grip around Peter’s neck. “You get to fuck pureblood arse.”

“No,” Peter moaned in horror. “No, no, please don’t make me! James, please!” 

“No one’s making you do anything, mate,” James said carelessly. “You want to be here. It’s why you were spying on us, isn’t it?”

Dark Lord, or James Potter? Dark Lord, or James Potter? Peter clammed up in fear, unable to decide the worse fate.

“Remus, get your broom.”

“No,” Pete blubbered, one tear falling down his cheeks. “No, no, I swear I won’t tell anyone, James, please, I’ll keep your secret!”

“My secret? Our secret.”

Regulus’ chest rose and fell, rose and fell. Peter watched on in horror.

James slowly pulled the wand out of Regulus’ prick. “Open up,” he said pointing the end of it at Peter’s lips.

“No!” Peter gasped, grabbing his mouth.

“Come on, Pete. Suck Regulus’ wand clean for him. It’s the least you can do for secretly watching him get bitched.”

Peter shook his head wildly.

Sighing, James pinched Pete’s nose shut with a mean grip.

“Hmmph!” Peter moaned, pleading with his crying eyes. His face turned red, then purple.

“Come on. Open up.”

Pete shook his head desperately, horrified whimpers coming from his throat. He turned blue, and gasped—

James shoved the wand in his mouth.

Peter gagged and retched. It tasted like piss, like salty piss and— gag— cum. 

James laughed, pulling the wand out and tossing it aside. 

“Got the broom handle,” Remus said, closing his wardrobe. He paused. “Did you make him lick that?”

“Yeah.”

“Jesus. Did he like it?”

“‘Course he did. It’s Pete. He likes everything.”

Peter cried. Fat tears ran down his red face as he dry heaved.

“Turn her over,” Remus said. “Maybe Pete should lube this up for us, too. Since his mouth’s already open.”

James laughed, delighted and surprised. “Fuck, Moony. I knew you had it in you.”

A broom handle was shoved in Pete’s mouth while his eyes were screwed shut, covered in slobber and drool.

“Pleash!” Peter gasped around the broom handle. “Jamesh, pleaseh!”

James grimaced. “Oi, don’t speak. I love you, mate, but you’re a fuckin’ ugly crier.”

Remus turned Regulus over with one hard push, pulling his hips up.

James whistled. “Look at that lily white arse. No way that arse has ever seen the light of day. Bet you anything baby Black’s a virgin.”

“Was a virgin,” Remus remarked dryly.

James laughed. “Yeah, not for much longer. Oi, Pete. Be a gent and fuck Regulus’ arse with Remus’ broom, yeah?”

Peter blinked at Regulus’ arse through tears.

A distant belltower chimed, signaling midnight. The end of Hogsmeade weekend.

“Fuck.” James tossed the broom aside, Regulus’ limp body shaking on the bed. “Well, we tried. Toss baby Black outside and go find Padfoot.”

Remus cocked an eyebrow. “You’re not going to change the sheets?”

“What, in Sirius’ bed?” James laughed. “Let him sleep in his baby brother’s cock filth. He should’ve thought twice before poaching my date to Hogsmeade tonight. Hey, Pete?”

Peter looked up, blubbering with tears, face red and snot running down. “Yeah?”

“Obliviate.”

Chapter Text

“…And you liked this?”

Sirius shrugged. “Not when she did it.”

“But you want me to do it,” Remus said slowly. “Why?”

“Because you’re my best mate.”

“Sirius, that doesn’t make any fucking sense.”

Sirius sighed, falling backwards onto his bed. “Don’t act like you don’t understand it, Moony. I know some of those scars are self-inflicted.”

Remus glared, becoming guarded. “Those scars are from painful transformations. I didn’t mean to do it.”

“You meant it in the moment.”

“…I meant it in the moment.”

“So you’ll do it, then?”

Remus sighed. “Jesus, fine. Yeah, I’ll do it. Take off your clothes. Fucking fairy.”

Sirius groaned, throwing his arms up. “Help me,” he begged. “I can’t very well do it myself in this state.”

“Jesus, you’re drunk.”

“Barely,” Sirius mumbled. “Help me, Moony? Please?”

Remus rolled his eyes. He grabbed Sirius by the ankles and pulled hard, dragging him down the bed until his bare feet hit the stone floor.

“Ouch,” Sirius muttered petulantly.

“Oh, quiet,” Remus replied, annoyed and sounding vaguely like his own mother. “You can take a little rough handling, Sirius.”

Sirius laughed. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, suppose I can. Think Crouch’ll ever walk again?”

“I don’t know, mate.” Remus undid Sirius’ trousers with rough, clinical hands, like he might be able to separate himself from the fact he was stripping a man naked if he pretended to be professional about it.

“Ah, well. The fucker deserved it.”

Remus pulled Sirius’ trousers out from under his arse. “That he did.”

“Wonder if his fiancée will keep him,” Sirius mused aloud, letting Remus sit him up and pull off his shirt. “Doubt his cock still works. They’ll pull him off the market like a bad stud.”

Remus deftly ignored that. He knew better than to entertain Sirius’ what-ifs.

“Wonder if I can deflower his fiancée.”

“Alright, mate.” Remus rolled up Sirius’ clothes and threw them aside. “Sit up. Head back.”

“Oi,” Sirius muttered. “That’s silk. You have to put it up on a wooden hanger.”

“You tory fuck. Do you want me to do this for you, or not?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sirius threw his head back, arching so his chest was exposed. “Do it, then.”

Remus rolled his eyes. He grabbed the nearest candle— long, blood-red, tapered— and lit it with his muggle lighter.

Sirius watched with dull, glazed eyes. “There’s spells for that, you know.”

“Sod off. Head back, I don’t want to blind you.”

Sirius muttered something like, “She never cared about that.”

“Well, I’m not your fucking mum, Sirius. Head back.”

Sirius groaned, throwing his head back until he looked at the ceiling. His throat bobbed, veins pulsing under skin.

Something twitched inside Remus. He swallowed hard and averted his eyes, letting his general annoyance at his mate overcome… whatever was happening in his own trousers.

“I’m ready,” Sirius insisted. “Do it.”

Remus had no idea how. Taking a guess, he swung the candle like he was cracking a whip, hard and fast and violent. Crimson splattered across Sirius like blood.

“Merlin, fuck,” Sirius hissed, abdomen clenching as the wax sizzled on his skin. “Fuck!” 

Remus almost took a step back. “Alright, mate?”

“Again,” Sirius ordered, shaking himself. The wax sunk into his skin, congealing inside the burn wounds, and it looked bloody painful. “Fuck, do that again.”

“You sure, mate?”

“Fucking do it again.”

Shrugging, Remus cracked the candle like a whip.

Sirius jerked, his whole body flinching as his stomach was painted with burning, blood-red wax.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck it burns. Oh, bloody fucking—“ He cut himself off, almost whimpering as the wax burrowed into his skin.

Remus looked him over, eyebrow cocked, and thought about how weird all his muggle friends would think this was. “This isn’t fucking normal, mate.”

“Why?” Sirius breathed, panting. Sweat poured down his chest, glistening as it met the wax and making Sirius flinch as salt bled into his wounds. “How’d your mum punish you?”

Remus paused at that unwelcome question. “She didn’t burn me with candles,” he replied roughly, as if he’d never froze at all.

“Massive estate, no muggle electric.” Sirius shrugged clumsily, movements jerky and pained. “But there was always a candle within reach.”

“Jesus, that’s fucked up.”

“No more fucked up than whatever your mum did to you,” Sirius said through clenched teeth. “That’s right, Moony, I recognize that flinch.”

“Sod off. Doing you a fucking favor, I am.”

Sirius took a deep breath, throwing his head back. “And I’m so grateful,” he groaned. “I almost killed a man tonight. Well, a deatheater. Hardly a man. But I need to atone. Do it again.”

“Don’t really want to, if I’m honest.” That was a lie. Remus did want to hurt Sirius, something monstrous in him was enjoying it somehow. 

“Just once,” Sirius hissed through gritted teeth. “Just one more time, Moony, I swear it.”

Remus tipped the candle and let the drippings pool between Sirius’ collar bones. The blood-red puddle sank into his skin like a smoking crater, crackling like cold water on a hot, oiled grill.

“Fuck,” Sirius moaned, flinching sharply. He threw his head back and let out a choked gasp, tears flowing freely down his face. “Fuck, it hurts. It hurts. Again. Fuck, again.”

“Mate—“

“Again,” Sirius insisted, eyes screwed shut. His face flushed, fresh tears tracking all the way to his groin, salting his burns.

“You’re crying.”

“I like it. I need it. Fuck, please. Again. Just one more time, I swear it.”

Giving up, Remus just poured the candle over Sirius’ most prominent rib.

Sirius cried out, grasping the sheets so violently and so tightly he pulled them right off the corners, balling himself up in white fabric while he writhed.

“Hurts,” he gritted out, tears falling down his face. “It fucking hurts. Fuck, it burns. Again. Fuck, again. Again.”

Flinching in sympathy, but lacking anywhere else to go, Remus poured the candle into Sirius’ navel.

Sirius gasped, throwing himself backward. “Fuck,” his back arched, fists pounding against the mattress twice as his legs twitched uselessly. “Fuck, Moony,” he choked. “It burns. It fucking burns, Remus, please—“

“You asked me to burn you. You’re sure you’re alright, mate?”

Sirius lurched forward, eyes wild, veins bulging. He groaned, tears falling freely from his eyes. The wax sizzled, pouring down his groin the longer he stayed sitting, congealing into the burns. Sirius gave no sign of responding, he only began to shake violently.

“Jesus, Sirius. Should I…?” Remus blanked. Offer medical attention? Go get someone? Shite, get Pomfrey? Someone’s going to hear him cry at this rate. Remus has no fucking idea how he’d explain this.

Sirius cried. Cried like a child, snot running down his face. “It hurts,” he groaned, writhing in the tangled sheets. “It hurts, it fucking hurts—“

Desperate, Remus shoved a hand over Sirius’ mouth. Not thinking, he forced two fingers inside and curled them like some kind of crude hook.

There was a moment of silence.

Confused, Sirius stopped shaking. He blinked.

“Yeah,” Remus said, uncertainly. “Yeah. That helps, right?”

That’s like a pacifier, right? The thing that calms kids? Like sucking their thumb, or something.

“I’m not a fucking child,” Sirius muttered around Remus’ fingers, spit pooling on his tongue and coating his chin.

“You’re crying like one. You’re still crying.”

Tears fell from Sirius’ eyes. “Because you’re fucking burning me,” he slurred, glaring.

“You asked me to. Begged me to.”

“Wanker.”

“Then stop sucking my fingers if it’s not helping.”

Annoyed, Sirius stayed still and silent. He glared up at Remus, two fingers still lodged firmly between his lips.

“Yeah, mate, that’s what I thought. Stew all you want. But when I remove my fingers from your ungrateful fucking mouth, I’m going to care for your burns.”

Maybe Remus imagined it, but Sirius’ tongue seemed to twitch at that. “What?” Sirius mumbled indignantly around his fingers. “Why?”

“I don’t trust you to do it.”

“I’ve always done it! Mum never treated my wounds!”

“Well, your mum’s a fucking cunt.”

(One bed away, James was careful not to shift the invisibility cloak. His cock was still hilted inside Lily’s wet cunt, still and unmoving, but he’d cum twice since they’d been forced to stop mid-shag. Lily stared up at him with a truly bewildered look on her face, eyes gesturing at Remus and Sirius. James had no consolation but to communicate, I have no bloody idea, with his own eyes. This is the last time they try to sneak a cheeky shag at James’ dorm.)