Dark Desires NC-17
written for anon.Contain Non-con and very graphic violence
Remus lifted his head slowly as the door to his cell was opened and a tall, muscular man with long blonde hair entered. It was the first contact he’d had with anyone since he’d been captured two days ago and chained to the wall in this dank, dark cell.
The man came right up to him and gripped his chin.
“Hello Remus. I trust you slept well?” he said with a smirk.
Remus eyes had widened slightly when the man had called him by name. He’d never even seen him before. The man must have noticed his surprise because he laughed.
“Oh I know quite a bit about you Remus John Lupin, or should I call you Moony?”
Remus growled at the use of his nickname. He wrenched his face out of the man’s grip and glared.
“What do you want?” Remus growled.
“Ah, right to the point I see. Well the answer, my pretty little half-breed, is simple. “He purred as he moved closer.
Remus could fell his hot breath on his neck and he tried to pull away. The man leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“I want you.” He purred, then ran his tongue up the side of Remus’ face.
Remus pulled away in disgust and spit in the man’s face. The man stepped back and laughed as he wiped Remus’ spit from his face.
“Ooooh, you’re a feisty one. I’m going to enjoy this.” He said with a wicked grin.
The man reached out and tore Remus’ shirt open and ran his hand down his pale , scarred chest. Remus pulled away from the touch as far has he could but the chains on his wrists and ankles prevented hi from getting far.
“ Tell me, is it true werewolves heal faster than humans?” the man asked.
Remus just stared at him, refusing to answer. This seemed to anger him and he backhanded Remus across the face.
“Answer me!” he yelled.
“Fuck off!” Remus growled.
“Oh we’ll get to that soon enough, but first I’m going to have some fun.”
The man then produced a knife from within the folds of his robes and ran the flat edge of the blade down Remus’ bare chest. Remus flinched away.
“Oh don’t be afraid, it’s steel not silver.”
“Y…you think that scares me? A monster rips through my body every month; your little knife doesn’t scare me.” Remus spat.
“Oh really?” the man asked, an evil glint in his eyes.
Before Remus could retort the man plunged the knife into his chest. Remus’ eyes widened and he gasped for breath. Blood poured from the wound and dripped onto the dusty floor.
“Are you afraid now?” the man purred into his ear as he twisted the knife, driving it deeper into Remus’ chest.
Remus couldn’t answer, he could hardly breathe. Blood bubbled up through his throat and it was choking him. He coughed and blood splattered all over the man’s face. The man stuck his tongue out and licked the blood that had gotten on his lips.
“Mmmm, you taste so good.” The man purred.
Remus was scared now. His vision was beginning to fade in and out. He felt so very weak. He knew the wound wouldn’t kill him, bt at this moment he was unsure if that was a good or a bad thing.
“What’s wrong, I thought you enjoyed having things stuck inside of you?” the man taunted.
“F…f…fuck y…you.” Remus managed to ground out through the pain.
“Very well.”
The man wandlessly removed his shackles and Remus fell to the floor. He automatically reached for the knife to pull it out. The man, however had other plans. He grabbed Remus and pinned him down to the ground. He pinned his wrists above his head on the floor and bound them there. Then he reached down and began unbuttoning Remus trousers. Remus resisted with all the strength he had left in him. The man just laughed some more as he pulled Remus trousers and pants off. He frowned at Remus’ flaccid cock.
“Oh, this just won’t do.”
Remus whimpered as he grasped his cock and began to stroke it. He closed his eyes and willed his body not to react He refused to give this bastard the satisfaction.
“What’s wrong Moony, aren’t I attractive enough for you?”
“G…go to Hell.” Remus hissed, glaring at him.
“Oh I really am going to enjoy breaking you.”
He leaned back and parted his robes and freed his own cock. He then reached up and ran his hand through the blood still seeping from the wound in Remus’ chest. Then he reached down with his blood soaked hand and began stroking himself. The sight made Remus feel sick.
“Have to lube up, I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” The man said, chuckling at his own joke.
Remus tensed and cried out as the man pushed inside of him. He was quite large and Remus could feel himself tearing as the man sheathed himself in his tight passage.
‘Mmmm you’re so very tight. Feels so good. “ the man purred as he slowly pulled out before pushing back in.
Remus whimpered in pain as the man fucked him slowly. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine anything but what was happening to him, but he couldn’t.
“Tell me, is this what it feels like when Sirius fucks you? Does it feel this good?”
Remus gritted his teeth and refused to answer. The man reached up and wrapped his hand around Remus’ throat, applying just enough pressure.
“You will answer me!” the man growled.
“Never.” Remus choked out.
The man quickened his pace, ramming into Remus over and over. He reached up with his other hand and squeezed his slender neck. Remus struggled weakly, trying to get a breath. The pain and lack of oxygen were making him dizzy and he could feel himself slipping away.
Just as unconsciousness was about to claim him he heard a loud explosion. The man released his neck and Remus gasped for breath. The man swore as he pulled out of Remus and ran to the door. He looked out through the tiny window to see what was happening.
“Fuck!” he spat and came back over to Remus.
He knelt down beside him and whispered in his ear.
“Until next time, my pretty little werewolf.”
Then he yanked the knife from Remus’ chest, tucked himself away, and ran from the room, leaving Remus naked and bleeding on the floor. A few minutes later The door was flung open once more and Sirius ran in .
“Moony!” he cried out as he ran to Remus’ side.
He pressed his hand to the wound in Remus’ chest to stop the flow of blood. He placed his other hand behind Remus’ neck and carefully helped him sit up. Remus groaned in pain and gripped Sirius’ shirt. Rears were streaming down his face and his body shook.
“Merlin Remus, what did they do to you?”
Remus didn’t answer, he just tightened his grip on Sirius and sobbed louder. Sirius slipped his arms under him and stood with him in his arms.
“Just hold on Moony, you’re going to be alright.” He whispered, then apparated straight to the hospital.
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The blonde man sighed as he closed the door to his apartment. He paused to catch his breath before heading to the bathroom. He’d barely made it out of there before the Order could catch him. He turned on the water and let it get warm while he removed his blood soaked clothes and banished them. Then he grabbed a wash cloth and began washing Remus’ blood from his body.
Once he was clean he turned to admire his naked body in the full length mirror. As he watched his hair began to shorten. His lean muscles turned soft and flabby and he began to shrink. He closed his eyes and when he opened them plain old Peter Pettigrew stared back at him.
Remus lifted his head slowly as the door to his cell was opened and a tall, muscular man with long blonde hair entered. It was the first contact he’d had with anyone since he’d been captured two days ago and chained to the wall in this dank, dark cell.
The man came right up to him and gripped his chin.
“Hello Remus. I trust you slept well?” he said with a smirk.
Remus eyes had widened slightly when the man had called him by name. He’d never even seen him before. The man must have noticed his surprise because he laughed.
“Oh I know quite a bit about you Remus John Lupin, or should I call you Moony?”
Remus growled at the use of his nickname. He wrenched his face out of the man’s grip and glared.
“What do you want?” Remus growled.
“Ah, right to the point I see. Well the answer, my pretty little half-breed, is simple. “He purred as he moved closer.
Remus could fell his hot breath on his neck and he tried to pull away. The man leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“I want you.” He purred, then ran his tongue up the side of Remus’ face.
Remus pulled away in disgust and spit in the man’s face. The man stepped back and laughed as he wiped Remus’ spit from his face.
“Ooooh, you’re a feisty one. I’m going to enjoy this.” He said with a wicked grin.
The man reached out and tore Remus’ shirt open and ran his hand down his pale , scarred chest. Remus pulled away from the touch as far has he could but the chains on his wrists and ankles prevented hi from getting far.
“ Tell me, is it true werewolves heal faster than humans?” the man asked.
Remus just stared at him, refusing to answer. This seemed to anger him and he backhanded Remus across the face.
“Answer me!” he yelled.
“Fuck off!” Remus growled.
“Oh we’ll get to that soon enough, but first I’m going to have some fun.”
The man then produced a knife from within the folds of his robes and ran the flat edge of the blade down Remus’ bare chest. Remus flinched away.
“Oh don’t be afraid, it’s steel not silver.”
“Y…you think that scares me? A monster rips through my body every month; your little knife doesn’t scare me.” Remus spat.
“Oh really?” the man asked, an evil glint in his eyes.
Before Remus could retort the man plunged the knife into his chest. Remus’ eyes widened and he gasped for breath. Blood poured from the wound and dripped onto the dusty floor.
“Are you afraid now?” the man purred into his ear as he twisted the knife, driving it deeper into Remus’ chest.
Remus couldn’t answer, he could hardly breathe. Blood bubbled up through his throat and it was choking him. He coughed and blood splattered all over the man’s face. The man stuck his tongue out and licked the blood that had gotten on his lips.
“Mmmm, you taste so good.” The man purred.
Remus was scared now. His vision was beginning to fade in and out. He felt so very weak. He knew the wound wouldn’t kill him, bt at this moment he was unsure if that was a good or a bad thing.
“What’s wrong, I thought you enjoyed having things stuck inside of you?” the man taunted.
“F…f…fuck y…you.” Remus managed to ground out through the pain.
“Very well.”
The man wandlessly removed his shackles and Remus fell to the floor. He automatically reached for the knife to pull it out. The man, however had other plans. He grabbed Remus and pinned him down to the ground. He pinned his wrists above his head on the floor and bound them there. Then he reached down and began unbuttoning Remus trousers. Remus resisted with all the strength he had left in him. The man just laughed some more as he pulled Remus trousers and pants off. He frowned at Remus’ flaccid cock.
“Oh, this just won’t do.”
Remus whimpered as he grasped his cock and began to stroke it. He closed his eyes and willed his body not to react He refused to give this bastard the satisfaction.
“What’s wrong Moony, aren’t I attractive enough for you?”
“G…go to Hell.” Remus hissed, glaring at him.
“Oh I really am going to enjoy breaking you.”
He leaned back and parted his robes and freed his own cock. He then reached up and ran his hand through the blood still seeping from the wound in Remus’ chest. Then he reached down with his blood soaked hand and began stroking himself. The sight made Remus feel sick.
“Have to lube up, I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” The man said, chuckling at his own joke.
Remus tensed and cried out as the man pushed inside of him. He was quite large and Remus could feel himself tearing as the man sheathed himself in his tight passage.
‘Mmmm you’re so very tight. Feels so good. “ the man purred as he slowly pulled out before pushing back in.
Remus whimpered in pain as the man fucked him slowly. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine anything but what was happening to him, but he couldn’t.
“Tell me, is this what it feels like when Sirius fucks you? Does it feel this good?”
Remus gritted his teeth and refused to answer. The man reached up and wrapped his hand around Remus’ throat, applying just enough pressure.
“You will answer me!” the man growled.
“Never.” Remus choked out.
The man quickened his pace, ramming into Remus over and over. He reached up with his other hand and squeezed his slender neck. Remus struggled weakly, trying to get a breath. The pain and lack of oxygen were making him dizzy and he could feel himself slipping away.
Just as unconsciousness was about to claim him he heard a loud explosion. The man released his neck and Remus gasped for breath. The man swore as he pulled out of Remus and ran to the door. He looked out through the tiny window to see what was happening.
“Fuck!” he spat and came back over to Remus.
He knelt down beside him and whispered in his ear.
“Until next time, my pretty little werewolf.”
Then he yanked the knife from Remus’ chest, tucked himself away, and ran from the room, leaving Remus naked and bleeding on the floor. A few minutes later The door was flung open once more and Sirius ran in .
“Moony!” he cried out as he ran to Remus’ side.
He pressed his hand to the wound in Remus’ chest to stop the flow of blood. He placed his other hand behind Remus’ neck and carefully helped him sit up. Remus groaned in pain and gripped Sirius’ shirt. Rears were streaming down his face and his body shook.
“Merlin Remus, what did they do to you?”
Remus didn’t answer, he just tightened his grip on Sirius and sobbed louder. Sirius slipped his arms under him and stood with him in his arms.
“Just hold on Moony, you’re going to be alright.” He whispered, then apparated straight to the hospital.
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The blonde man sighed as he closed the door to his apartment. He paused to catch his breath before heading to the bathroom. He’d barely made it out of there before the Order could catch him. He turned on the water and let it get warm while he removed his blood soaked clothes and banished them. Then he grabbed a wash cloth and began washing Remus’ blood from his body.
Once he was clean he turned to admire his naked body in the full length mirror. As he watched his hair began to shorten. His lean muscles turned soft and flabby and he began to shrink. He closed his eyes and when he opened them plain old Peter Pettigrew stared back at him.